Join Together: Part 2

CHAPTER 4

Susan held out until Katherine finally left to go upstairs, then she silently bent over and started slurping away.

As she ran her tongue up and down one side of his slick stiffness and fondled his balls, she thought, This is so embarrassing. How do these things keep happening to me? Is it always going to be like this? I just wanted to have a normal, non-sexual morning, and look at what happens! Somehow, no matter what I try to do, I always end up topless and sucking his cock! It's just not fair.

She mouthed his entire cockhead and then some. She liked to work on his sensitive spot by sliding her lips back and forth over it repeatedly while stimulating it with her tongue. It was possibly her favorite and most frequently used technique because of its devastating effectiveness (except maybe for her corkscrew technique).

Mmmm! Yes! This is the life! Why does he have to taste so good and make me so tingly? That's not fair either!

She was so inspired that she tried to deep throat him. She did make it about halfway down his shaft, but only for a second or two before it triggered her gag reflex. She quickly pulled back. She would have to think twice about trying that again.

A couple of minutes passed, with the busty mother bobbing with a steady rhythm and considerable suction. Alan was feeling great. He was tremendously aroused, but not so aroused that he had to struggle with his PC muscle all the time.

In fact, he was so in control that he was tempted to try for more. He said, "Mom, I almost forgot to get your attention." He reached out with a hand to grope her ass, if he could reach it.

But she glared at him. Her lips were still sliding up and down just below his cockhead, but her eyes all but said, "Don't push your luck, buster. Believe me, I know you're aroused!"

So he prudently withdrew his hand. The way she was going to town on his erection, he didn't have much to complain about. He was psyched that her cocksucking skills were improving daily by leaps and bounds. It was truly a multi-sensory experience for him. He couldn't begin to describe how aroused it made him to see her head bobbing in his lap, smell her mix of wet pussy and refined feminine fragrance, and listen to her constant stream of happy "Mmmm"-ing sounds. Sometimes he ran his hands through her long straight hair, which added to his joy.

Susan thought as she sucked, He's always pushing the boundaries. He knows I can't resist him. If he gets his hands on my ass, I'd love it so much that before long I just might wind up begging for him to shoot his superior seed deep into his mommy's womb! Why can't he be content to have his big-titted mommy be one of his dedicated cocksuckers? Why does he have to control every last bit of my body and my soul?! But most of all, why does sucking his cock have to be so darn FUN?! MMMM!

Before long, she found two of her fingers plunging in and out of her slit as she contemplated her son's near total control over her mouth. It's like my mouth was made to fit around this fat stick. It just feels so perfect! Mmmm! How can I stop myself?! I just can't swallow enough incestuous seed to satisfy my depraved urges! Mmmm!

He knew he wouldn't be able to last long, especially given the way she was wantonly fingering her pussy right in front of him. (He couldn't see her pussy from where he was sitting, but he could see the rhythmic movement of her arm.) But he didn't want the fun to end, so he desperately tried to figure out a way to keep it going. She was so consumed with her task, he knew he couldn't just ask her to pull off and let him take a break. So after only a minute or two he said urgently, "Mom, the French toast! You should check on that!"

She stood up. "Oh no! It might be burned again." She rushed back to the stove. Luckily the French toast was still okay, since she'd set the heat to the lowest setting, but it took her some time to finish that batch and start another.

That was good for Alan because he'd been right on the edge of cumming. Even another thirty seconds of such intense stimulation would have been too much for him to take.

Susan came back and opened her nightie again, then let the nightie fall completely to the ground. There had really been no need to do that, except that she felt even more deliciously naughty sucking his cock in just her high heels. Being naked made her feel even more subservient to his lust. She raised her huge globes with both hands. "I hope you appreciate all the things I have to do for you."

"I do, Mom, I do!" He liked what she was doing to her rack, but he also noticed her glistening inner thighs.

She frowned skeptically. "Hmmm. Well, if you ask me, this is really not the proper way to start the day. We can't make a habit of this! After all, I'm still your mother; I deserve your respect."

But this time she got down on her knees, between his legs, and resumed her eager cocksucking. She would have been a lot more upset about the indignity of her position except that she loved cocksucking so much. Deep down, this was exactly the kind of thing she really wanted to happen.

Alan was loving life. He soon worked out a good system: whenever he would get too close to cumming he'd find some new excuse to send Susan back to the kitchen and then he'd get to watch her hustle around in the nude. He loved how she was **** to hold her breasts since they were so big and unwieldy. His system had a good practical purpose too, since she still did have breakfast cooking.

She continued to try to maintain some control over her body. Even though she was naked, frequently fingering herself and indescribably horny, she thought that cumming wildly would cross yet another line, especially since there was no telling what kind of lewd things she might shout out as her body writhed (unless her mouth was stuffed with cock, which it was most of the time). So she did her best to restrain her climax.

The interruptions helped with this, but on the other hand a part of her didn't really want that much help and just wanted to cum. Before long, she was practically a nervous wreck from her greatly growing lust.

Katherine came back naked, carrying her clothes and her backpack. She sat down next to Alan and started eating her breakfast, acting as if there was nothing unusual (which increasingly there wasn't) in seeing her mother's head bobbing in her brother's lap.

Susan was nearly delirious with lust, but pulled her lips off her son's dick long enough to complain, "Angel! Really. Get some clothes on. Please. That's so improper."

"Mom, how can you lecture me on being naked when you're not wearing a stitch yourself and your mouth is crammed full of cock? Besides, I don't want to wet my panties or my skirt watching what you're doing."

Susan realized she was in no position to object to that. However, in a rather counterproductive attempt to maintain some authority, she said, "It so happens that Tiger's cock is particularly needy. His fat knob has practically stopped throbbing because I haven't been lapping my way around it enough, and I've been neglecting the root of his shaft even worse. And don't get me started about his balls; I haven't licked them for minutes! The darn food cooking in the kitchen keeps ruining my concentration. So this is no time to talk, but we WILL talk about your troublesome attitude later, young lady!" She'd been jacking off Alan as she said this, but then her mouth went back to work too.

The two siblings ate their French toast together. All the while, Susan spent most of her time on her knees, bobbing her head back and forth over her son's long shaft.

Alan was too distracted to eat, but Katherine knew he had to get some food in him before school, so she cut up his French toast and fed it to him piece by piece. She also liked to lean into him and rub her hands over his chest when she could. Sometimes she'd nibble on his ear or plant kisses along his neck. Occasionally, she'd surprise him and stick her juice-coated fingers into his mouth, straight from her box, rather than the next bite of French toast that he expected.

He certainly didn't want to complain about that. Not only was it sexy, but her juices tasted good to him.

He thought, Man, this is the life! Mom's blowing me while Sis is feeding me. I'm living like a king! If only I could prolong this even more, I could live like this all day! But god-damned school starts so early. Shit.

As if reading his mind, Katherine asked, "So... enjoying your breakfast?"

He laughed. "You could say that again!"

His sister giggled too. "What do you like best? Is it the fact that you've got a naked and kneeling G-cupped mommy bobbing down your cock? Or do you like the way I'm feeding you? Or how you're playing with my tits, since your hands are free?"

Susan thought, Grrr! He's not supposed to be doing that! If Angel is at all like me, titty play is the key to total submission. If he keeps on playing with her tits, before long she'll be, well, she could wind up one of his tit slaves! Just like me! Oh God! So HOT!

Needless to say, Susan was too aroused to break her lip-lock for long enough to complain about what he was doing to Katherine.

Thus, she was extremely relieved when he finally blew his load shortly after he'd finished eating. He ended up shooting it straight down her throat, so she needn't have worried about messing up her nightie after all. To her great shame, the feeling of his pulsing erection squirting hot cum into her throat was so exciting that she climaxed right along with him. Since she'd been holding back the urge to cum the entire time, it was a massive whopper. The only thing she could be grateful for was that her lips were so busy trying to coax every last bit of sperm out of him that she never had a chance to scream. Even without the actual act, she imagined all her neighbors recoiling in horror when they heard her scream: "Tiger! Fuck your mommy's mouth!"

When her orgasm finally subsided, she slid to the floor, bedraggled and sweaty. As happened so often, she was wracked with guilt, but also happily drunk with (temporarily) satiated lust. Already she was beginning to feel forlorn about the eight hours her children would have to be away at school.

Alan was scarcely in better shape, slumping in his chair as if she'd sucked his soul out along with what felt like a gallon of cum. He was in no condition to go to school.

Susan soon got back on all fours, but only to put her face back into his crotch.

"What are you doing?!" Katherine asked, quite confused.

As Susan licked, she said, "Unfortunately, cocksucking is a very messy business. Bodily fluids fly everywhere. It's not right to leave Tiger's crotch all messy."

Katherine asked, "So you're cleaning up your saliva with more saliva? I don't get it."

Alan said, "I'm not sure how much cleaner things can get, exactly, but my dick is in a super-sensitive state afterwards, so it feels good in a weird way to get it licked right then, even though it's flaccid. Kind of like stepping in a really hot hot-tub. It hurts a bit, but in a good way. And when she licks my balls, hell, it feels so good that she can do that anytime!"

That was music to Susan's ears, causing her to redouble her resolve to regularly lick him clean. She also made a note to spend more time on his balls, and then got busy with that right away.

Katherine shook her head. "Whatever. But come on, Bro. Somebody's gotta get you ready for school. Where'd you put your backpack?"

She helped him dress, even while Susan kept on 'cleaning' his balls. Then Katherine brought him his backpack and all but shoved him out the front door.

Susan wanted to help, but although she was able to lick his balls just fine, she was barely able to stand. Her huge orgasm had practically wiped out her control over her big muscle groups, at least for a while.

All in all, it was a very good morning for everyone, and an especially great morning for Alan. As he and Katherine rushed out the front door with their backpacks, ready to bike to school, she muttered to her brother, "You owe me one."

Susan managed to stagger to the front door to see them off. Only as she stood in the front window, waving goodbye, did she realize that she was still nude. She ducked down, but luckily the Plummer house was screened well enough from the street that no one had seen.

She blushed as she chided herself for her carelessness and lack of control, but already she couldn't wait for Suzanne to come over for Susan's daily recounting of exactly what had happened and to get Suzanne's advice.

Had she been honest with herself, she would have been able to predict what would happen: Suzanne would come over a few minutes after all four of their kids had left for school. Then Susan would immediately rush to her and fret and bemoan her lack of willpower and the disturbingly sexual nature of what had happened during breakfast, after which Suzanne would reassure her that there was no problem and would half-convince her that things had worked out best for everyone involved.

Then, using leading keywords and phrases, Suzanne would get Susan so aroused that the formerly prudish housewife would describe her morning cocksucking in increasingly vivid detail. Susan would come close to cumming, but wouldn't quite get there since she was afraid to touch herself while Suzanne was watching. Then, to Susan's great frustration, the two of them would spend over an hour exercising, keeping her aroused the entire time thanks to her constant moving about as well as Suzanne's sexually-focused conversation. After Suzanne would leave, Susan would finally get her much needed (and much delayed) chance to masturbate.

And that's exactly what happened.

CHAPTER 5

As often happened, Alan found himself walking with Christine between first-period and second-period classes. He was trying to be in the moment, but it was a struggle because he couldn't stop reflecting on what had happened at home that morning, before school.

Christine said to him, "I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you in the flesh. You've been so hard to reach lately. Are we still friends? Did what happened to us a while back ruin everything?"

"No. No, it didn't."

"Did our practice date ruin things then? You haven't spoken to me much since then, aside from a couple of times. I was just trying to reestablish our friendship, I hope I didn't mess things up even more."

"No, the date was great. No problem at all. We had a good time hanging out after school on Thursday, right? Remember that? And today's only Monday."

Christine nodded. "Yeah, that's true. It's just that... Well, that was pretty much the only time."

"Hold on. We had lunch together on Wednesday too, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

In truth, in the last week or so she'd been deliberately giving him more social time outside class than ever before, but her interest in him had been growing steadily, so now she wanted even more. That led her to complain: "But other than a couple times here and there, you haven't said much more to me than the usual 'Hey, what's up?' kind of talk. And all the weird stuff I pointed out then is still happening. It seems you're always spaced out, ridiculously happy, and you disappear as soon as class is over."

Trying to dodge the issue, he chuckled, "'Ridiculously happy?' Is that a bad thing?"

"No, but... You have to admit, it does kind of make a girl wonder."

He nodded, then replied vaguely, "It's not just you. I'm not trying to avoid you at all. I like spending time with you. But you may have noticed that I've been hard to reach for everyone lately."

She arched an eyebrow. "That's an understatement! You've become the mystery man. No one even sees you during lunch anymore. People are starting to talk. What's going on?"

"I'm just really, really busy. Lots of things happening at home..." He thought, That is technically true. If she only knew what kinds of things.

They were getting near their next classroom, so she slowed her pace considerably so that they could keep talking without people overhearing. "Is it because of what you told me on Thursday, that you're going out on real dates?"

"Well, that's a big part of it. Especially the 'ridiculously happy' part. But as far as disappearing all the time and not spending more time with you, that's just my lameness. I'd love to spend a lot more time with you. In fact, I'd like for us to go on a second non-date date, if you know what I mean. Would you be into that?"

"Definitely!" She belatedly realized that she was looking and sounding too eager. "Um, I mean, that would be cool."

"Cool. I'll give you a call to work out the details. But as a general plan, how about some time this weekend? Like maybe Friday or Saturday night?"

"Yeah, okay. Let's do it!" She chided herself for sounding too eager again, but she wasn't good at hiding her emotions. Then she added uncertainly, "That is, I wouldn't be interrupting your real dates with a mere practice date, would I?"

He replied, "No, don't worry. I can juggle things around, I'm sure. It's like what I told you on Thursday: I'll always have time for you. Even though we've pretty much only hung out in school until lately, I consider you one of my best friends."

She was glad to hear that. Still, she was dying to find out just who his other date or dates were. Then she remembered that she'd promised on Thursday not to be nosy about that. She said, "Yeah, but Friday or Saturday night, that's the time for real dates." She hoped he might reveal more about his other dates by responding to that probe.

He said, "And it's the time for practice dates too. After all, they're pretty much real except for the romance part. Don't worry; like I said, I can juggle my other dates, no problemo."

"Cool." By this time, they'd reached the door of their next classroom, then stood there until they'd finished their conversation. Christine smiled as they walked to their seats together.

She'd tried to sound enthusiastic, but actually she was disappointed. Their "non-romantic" date had gone so well that she was starting to warm up to the idea of going on a real romantic date. However, he seemed very firm on not getting involved with her. What bothered her more was his mention of going out on "real dates" with other girls. He even mentioned that he could juggle his "other dates," which implied more than one. She was surprised at just how much that disturbed her.

Still, she looked forward to their weekend plans and hoped to further test his feelings and see if she could progress their relationship further.

As he sat in his chair and waited for class to begin, he pondered the notion of getting something sexual going with her after all. But he dismissed the idea almost as soon as he thought of it.

He thought, No way am I going to go through that agony again, just to be shot down and probably see our friendship destroyed for good. Plus, I've got so many women on my mind and in my life, I just can't deal with another. Christine is a Nordic blonde goddess and I really love her... well, I love her personality at the very least. And I could really love her body. She still turns me on in a big way, but she's so sexually inexperienced. She's still the "Ice Queen"; as far as I know, she hasn't even kissed a guy yet.

I'm so totally spoiled these days that when I hang out with a beautiful woman, I expect a handjob the way other guys expect a hello. It would be unfair of me to drag such an innocent girl down into my den of iniquity. She'd be better off without me. She needs to find some pure, innocent guy just like her. I can't give the women I'm already with the time or love they deserve; adding another one would be selfish of me and unfair to them all.

Alan and Christine shared nearly all their classes so, now that their friendship was back on solid ground, it felt natural when they walked together between their second and third-period classes. As they did, Christine asked him, "By the way, I've been wondering... Have you had a meeting with the college counselor yet?"

"No," he replied. "How 'bout you?"

"Oh, sure. I asked to be one of the ones to go first, so I could get it out of the way."

"Well...?"

"Well what?"

"If I'm not being too nosy, what colleges are you planning to apply to?" He was genuinely curious.

She looked around suspiciously. "I suppose I can tell you. But don't spread this around, okay? I have enough trouble with people thinking I'm elitist."

"My lips are sealed."

She smiled as she pondered her bright college future. "My first choice is Stanford. It's one of the best of the best, and it's here in California. But, failing that, I'm thinking Harvard, Princeton, or Yale. I have some back-up schools too."

Alan whistled. "Phew! No wonder you want to keep that on the down-low. Some people are gonna be envious when they hear about your choices. Especially since it's obvious that you're going to get accepted to them all."

"Really? You think?" She looked surprisingly worried.

"Are you kidding me?! You could get in on your academic accomplishments alone. But when you add in your athletic and extra-curricular stuff, you might as well buy your Stanford sweater now, if that's your top choice. And that's not to mention overcoming your big disability."

She raised a curious eyebrow, indicating he needed to explain.

He deadpanned, "I refer to your blonde hair, of course. As I recall, it's been decades since any blonde has gotten into Stanford, male or female."

She raised a book and acted like she was going to hit him over the head with it. "You! Argh!" Knowing they didn't have much time to talk before class started, she asked, "What about you? Where are you applying, Mr. Brown Hair?"

He thought, Oh, shit! I haven't been thinking about that AT ALL. And with the way I've been neglecting my homework in favor of sex, my options are narrowing. But he had thought about it from time to time for months, so at least he had a ready answer. "I'd love to go to Stanford too. That would probably be my first choice as well, but I have to be realistic. My chances of getting in would be a longshot at best. Heck, that's true for all of your top choices. But I think I'd have a really good chance of getting into UC Berkeley. If not that, maybe UCLA. I figure that if I'm not going to luck into some top Ivy League college, I might as well stay in sunny California."

She nodded. She knew his chances of getting into Stanford were quite small, so she didn't want to give him unrealistic expectations. Instead, as they walked into class and sat down, she said, "You know what? If I get into Stanford and you get into Berkeley, we'll only be about an hour apart."

He smiled. "That's true. That would be cool. It would be a lot better than being on the other side of the country from each other. It would be nice to stay in touch."

"Yeah." She returned his smile. "I'd like that."

He felt all warm and tingly inside from looking at her and hearing her say that.

CHAPTER 6

Alan remained distracted throughout the day. Even after the diversion of talking to Christine, all he could do was think about his great morning and how his mother had sucked him off while his sister fed him breakfast.

But as soon as he entered his fourth-period history class, taught by Glory, the morning faded away. It was like a switch had flipped in his brain: his entire focus turned to his sexy teacher. His mind worked in such a way that he found it easy to live fully in the moment, which meant that whatever or whomever was capturing his attention at that moment tended to monopolize it.

Now that he had more sexual experience, he didn't just dream of seeing Glory naked - he very vividly imagined all kinds of sexual things they could be doing together. Occasionally he looked around the class and marveled that the other students weren't all staring at him, since he was practically drooling and cumming in his chair as he fantasized about spending private time with their teacher.

But the great thing was, as soon as class was over, his fantasies tended to become his reality. As usual, Glory was formally attired in business dress, with fancy stockings and lacy underwear. But as soon as all the other students left, leaving Alan alone with her, she removed her clothes piece by piece, drawing it out like a professional striptease to drive him wild.

Because of his tennis schedule, she said as she stripped, "This week, let me focus on pleasing you. You'll be able to play better if your dick is well-drained before your matches, so you should let me relieve you every single day this week."

He was staggered by how much that sounded like something his mother would say. Of course he didn't point that out.

Glory continued, "We don't want to get into the habit of meeting every single day all the time or people will get suspicious, but we can risk it this week, to help your tennis matches. Then, if you do well enough, I'll give you a really big reward when your tournament is all over, to celebrate your victory."

He was far from the best player on the tennis team, and knew he had no chance of winning the whole tournament. But he also figured, Glory knows I'm not a great player. I'll bet her definition of "victory" will be pretty generous. As long as I still have a pulse when the tournament is over, she's gonna give me something good. Maybe she'll even let me fuck her! I sure could use some more fucking opportunities, with all the frustration about that at home. It would be heavenly to fuck Glory!

By the time he mumbled his approval, her mouth was already around his prick, happily slurping away naked and on her knees. As he was generally doing at home lately, he just stood there reveling in euphoria, rather than actively thrusting his hips or forcing her head back and forth. Then again, she was doing a great job and didn't need any help or encouragement.

She thought, Aaaaah! Even though I got to suck him on Saturday night at the costume party, it still feels like ages since my lips were wrapped around his thick shaft! I missed this so much! I don't know why, but I'm totally hooked on this young man's great cock! I know that, in a way, he's taking advantage of me. I suck him off most every day, and he just kicks back and enjoys it. But so what? I'm having a hell of a great time, and I'm getting more orgasms that he is! So there!

We have great chemistry, that's for sure! Whenever we kiss, or touch, or especially when I'm bobbing on him like this, I feel this endless tingling, like an electric charge, buzzing through my entire body! Gaawwwd, I crave it so much. No man has ever made me feel this way. No wonder he has all his other lovers. I'm nothing more than his lunch time cocksucking slut. That's so demeaning, but even that turns me on! It's fucked up!

Alan loved the way her tongue worked. It wasn't particularly long, but it was relentlessly active, always darting from here to there, always coming up with surprises. That also made her a great kisser.

After a short while, she stopped and looked up long enough to say, "Let's work on our blowjob teamwork. There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off for the whole lunch period. You can work on your control, and I'll work on how long my jaws can endure. Tell me when you're getting close, young man, because I don't want to see you shooting off early!" She said this in a stern voice, as if reminding him to complete a homework assignment.

He thought, What the heck? Now it sounds like she's channeling Aunt Suzy! If she only knew how much I'm practicing improving my stamina at home.

And speaking of "if only," if only Sean or Peter could see me now. They both have her as a teacher and think she's hot. Heck, everyone thinks she's hot. What would they think if they heard her say to me, "There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off for the whole lunch period"? Of course they wouldn't believe it. I can scarcely believe it myself, even as I caress the back of her head and hear and feel her slurping and sucking. Who says women don't like giving blowjobs? At least some women seem to love it!

Sure enough, she sucked him and stroked him for the whole lunch period. She didn't properly deep throat him per se, since that felt so good to him that he wouldn't last more than a minute or two without squirting, and she really wanted to see if they could do it for the whole time. But was hardly bothered by her gag reflex and often plunged down so deep that she had more than half his cock in her mouth, which definitely qualified as deep throating, even if it only lasted a few seconds each time.

Alan remained standing as Glory knelt naked between his legs. It would have been much more comfortable for him to sit, but he preferred the dominance aspect of towering over her.

He thought about just that while she blew him. Man, all this sexual success is going to my head. I'm letting my bad side, my wild side, run wild. I dunno why, but standing up like this is like a serious rush! Seeing my teacher, who was just lecturing us fully clothed a little while ago, naked and kneeling and feasting on my cock... MAN! How could anyone resist this kind of power trip? I don't want to turn into a bad asshole, but this just feels so goddamned great!

It's like that quote by St. Augustine: "Lord, give me chastity, but not yet." Exactly! Give me the ability to resist this kind of power rush, but not yet! Ironically, I first heard that quote from Glory in this very class. I wish I could tell her now that I remembered it, but, given the circumstances, it's probably better that I don't.

As usual, she used more suction than even Suzanne could manage, while fondling and licking him at the same time. She was even more passionate that usual, because she'd gone most of the weekend without any sex with a partner, except for her brief encounter with Alan at the costume party.

One thing she definitely didn't do was have sex with her boyfriend Garth. She knew she should have broken up with him already, but she couldn't bear to break the bad news to him. She knew it was taking the easy way out, but she was trying to let their relationship die a slow ****. She figured that if she did it that way, by the time she broke it off with him, he wouldn't be that upset, and probably would even expect it. As a result, she had talked to Garth on the phone some, but she'd avoided seeing him all weekend. In fact, it had been a long time since she'd so much as kissed him.

In truth, having trouble breaking it off with him wasn't the only reason she was still technically dating him. She also got a sexual thrill thinking that although she was Garth's girlfriend, she really belonged to Alan. She didn't tell Alan to him face because she considered it demeaning and didn't want to give him a big head, but when she masturbated in private, she liked to fantasize that she was his personal slut, **** to do whatever he wanted her to do. A part of her was bothered that she couldn't have a conventional romantic relationship with her favorite student, but another part of her actually reveled in it.

She bobbed and licked with such enthusiasm that, after a while, her energy level inevitably began to lessen. They took brief breaks here and there, but, even with those, so much prolonged and inspired tongue action and jaw work was really tiring for her.

Alan remembered how much she got off on the idea of being naked in front of class, so he said to help revive her, "You know, I don't know if I'll be able to cum before class is over. Why don't I just stand behind the lectern and you can keep on sucking me? I'll pretend to be a guest lecturer while you kneel inside the lectern as much as you can."

Of course, he didn't really mean it. But Glory liked that pretend idea so much that she insisted they practice it right away, since they were in the middle of a strategic break anyway. She got up and repositioned herself and him. She knelt with her back against the lectern, which kept her head below the top of it. The class, had there been one, actually would not have been able to see her there while they were seated. However, if anyone stood near the door, there would be no way to miss her.

Alan shortly rued having come up with the idea, because Glory insisted that he pretend to be a guest lecturer and try to give a lecture on the European discovery of America at the lectern. She made certain that "try" was the operative word, because her mouth was crammed full of his cock before he even began to speak. She redoubled her efforts to distract him so much that he couldn't even think, much less talk at length about some ancient history subject.

Most of Alan's lecture sounded something like this. "So Columbus, he, uh... he sailed the ocean blue in 1492. ... Um, and uh... Let's see... There were, uh, three ships... UGH! God, that's so good. The Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. ... He, uh, was trying to sail to India and calculated that uh, that uh... The um... JESUS! Glory, how do you expect me to last the whole lunchtime if you keep doing that? I'm only human, you know. ... Um, where was I? Um, so Columbus, he uh, thought the world was round and- JEEEE-SUS! Not the balls too?! I'm gonna blow for sure!"

It would have been a pretty pathetic lecture, but it was a really great blowjob. The more Glory could make him stumble and lose his place, the happier she was.

As if lecturing wasn't tough enough, Alan was also **** to stand the whole time. He ended up clutching the lectern with a **** grip, just struggling to remain standing. Her blowjobs were that good.

But as good as they were, Glory was holding back just enough to keep him from cumming. She was watching the clock and when she deemed it was time for Alan to cum, she went into overdrive, grasping his balls and flying forward and back over his shaft until it seemed to him that her whole head was a blur from moving so quickly.

He fell to his knees and slumped against the lectern, still clutching on to what he could so he didn't fall all the way to the floor. When he finally reached orgasm and pumped his load into his teacher's mouth, he felt as if the heavens had opened and a choir of angels were serenading him.

Still, as always, he was mindful that he wanted her to have an orgasm too. So even as his body was convulsing spasmodically, he cried to her, "Cum for me! Cum!"

And she did. Just as she was improving her ability to keep him right on the edge of climax without quite going over, she was doing the same to herself by occasionally fingering herself as she sucked. So when the time came for him to cum, she almost always could push herself over the edge with ease. She actually was getting better orgasms, and more of them, blowing Alan than she had through any kind of sex with Garth.

Holy fuck, man! he thought, as he started to recovered after his big blast down her throat. She practically killed me with too much pleasure! I swear, even Aunt Suzy could learn something from Glory's techniques. WOW! There still is that special spark, that magical feeling, that makes her blowjobs extra awesome. How am I gonna make it through the rest of the day? I don't even know if I can walk, much less play tennis!

Then followed what was becoming a post-orgasmic ritual. Alan could do little more than melt into the floor; he was so overcome his knees felt like rubber. Glory, though, grabbed a can of air freshener and tried to mask the smell of their deeds. Her hair was particularly tussled from her rapid-fire action near the end, so she took some time brushing it until she looked semi-normal. She wore lipstick every day (which tended to leave red rings around Alan's dick), so she was careful to apply a fresh coat of lipstick to herself.

Usually she would make sure his penis was cleaned of her telltale lipstick marking. But occasionally, she would deliberately leave a red ring around his shaft, and say something like, "Let's see what your other sluts think of THAT! Consider that a message to them that this cock belongs to ME!" She knew she couldn't make that claim, but she liked to think that way anyway.

By this time, Alan would more or less revive. Glory would examine him and fuss over his clothes and hair until he was presentable, then send him on his way. It seemed she always timed it perfectly so that he left just a minute or two before she unlocked the door and the first students started coming in for fifth period. Sometimes, he would linger in the hall and watch for the others to arrive just to see just how much time they'd had to spare.

He was amazed that his body somehow managed to recover enough for him to play sports. He ended up playing tennis the entire sixth period hour, and then another hour and a half on top of it. There were sixteen players on the team, so he had five days to play the other fifteen players.