Surfer Girl: Part 2

Chapter 4

Meanwhile, Alan's time at school passed surprisingly uneventfully. For his first three periods, he started to get very excited about his plans to masturbate in Ms. Rhymer's classroom during lunch, hopefully with her watching like she had the previous time. But Christine sat next to him for all three of those periods, and she noticed him behaving even more oddly than he had been in recent days. So he had to **** himself to look and act normally, even though he was bursting with anticipation on the inside.

Just as he had the day before, he was sporting a huge hard-on when he walked into Ms. Rhymer's fourth-period history class. And just like yesterday, he had to hold a textbook strategically over his crotch to hide that fact. He was looking forward to more sexy staring between him and his teacher, which would hopefully lead up to a very steamy lunch period.

But as soon as he walked in, she waved him over. Once she had him one-on-one, she muttered to him angrily, "Your plans for an extra credit session during lunch? Consider them cancelled!"

He was shocked, and he showed it. He quietly stammered, "Bu-bu-but..."

She glared at him. "You're in big trouble, young man! Meet me after school and we'll talk about it. As for lunch, why don't you try to spend it actually eating lunch, for once? Do you think you can handle that?"

Now, he was shocked and hurt. He had no idea that Mr. Jackson had talked to her the day before and told her about catching him in the closet with Kim, so he was completely confused by Ms. Rhymer's sudden about-face. He nodded, and muttered, "Okay, I'll see you after school."

He went to his seat, his penis having gone flaccid in a couple of seconds.

For the rest of the class, Ms. Rhymer seemed to go out of her way not to even look at him. This made him even more confused that before. As a result, he wasn't aroused or erect in the slightest.

When class ended, he lingered to see if she wanted to say anything more to him, but she continued to ignore him. So he walked out with the last few students.

As a result, for the first time in what seemed like ages but was actually only a few days, nothing special happened to him during lunch. He'd had big plans with Ms. Rhymer that were shattered, and although he ate with his friends Sean and Peter, he remained glum.

In Katherine's cheerleading practice during the last period of school, her painting scheme was finally exposed. And it occurred on its last day, too, since Alan had pronounced it was too risky for him to continue painting them, now that they couldn't use the supply closet. The exposure, when it came, was due to a combination of Kim's carelessness and the fact that Alan hadn't touched up her paint job.

As the six cheerleaders stood around on their practice field to warm up and get ready for practice to begin, Kim bent down to get something out of her supply bag. In doing so, she bent from the waist and completely exposed her ass to her fellow cheerleader Joy.

A number of small gaps and missing patches in the paint job made the situation obvious, causing Joy's mouth to fall open. Without thinking, Joy said out loud, "Kim! Your panties ... They're painted on!"

Kim immediately straightened up, but the damage was done.

Janice, the only other person truly surprised, said in confusion, "Joy, what are you talking about? Kim, what is she talking about?"

"I just saw ... her..." Joy stammered. "Her panties, they're like, made out of paint!"

Heather moved closer, trying to rush to Kim's rescue. "Now, now, what's the big deal? Who cares if her panties are painted-on? What's the big deal?"

Heather was pissed off that their secret had been exposed, because she'd hoped to take Kim into the girl's locker room and get involved in a sixty-nine under the excuse of another "muscle cramp," just like she'd done with Katherine the day before. She was disappointed that she couldn't use the painted panties as an excuse for playing with another of her cheerleaders.

"'What's the big deal'?!" a still incredulous Joy asked Heather. "I would expect that you, of all people, would be having a conniption fit. Or you, Katherine! After all, today's a game day, and you can totally see that she's not wearing real underwear!"

It actually wasn't that obvious, but the game did pose a problem for Kim's now-spotty paint job.

Amy, surprisingly, came to the rescue. She already knew that at least four of the six cheerleaders, Heather, Katherine, Kim, and herself, didn't have a problem with it. "I think it's sexy!" she said. "What does everyone else think? Do they think it's sexy, or do they not like it?"

"I think it's sexy too," Katherine immediately added, pretending not to know what was going on while trying to help Kim.

"So do I," said Heather, also pretending to be clueless. "As head cheerleader, I give my approval."

"Well, I think it's out of control," said Joy.

All eyes turned to Janice, who appeared to be undecided.

"Can I ... take a look?" Janice asked. "I want to see how obvious it is."

Kim bent over, and quickly flashed the others her painted butt.

Janice asked, "What's it look like in the front?"

More reluctantly, Kim turned around, and held up her skirt so the other five could stare at her painted and shaved pussy. Her face was beet red and she was too shy to speak.

"What on earth did you do it for?" Janice asked.

"It's not like I wanted to," she lied. "I ... lost a bet. It's just for today and then it's over!"

Janice answered, "I have to admit - it IS pretty sexy. Are you really planning to go to the game like that?"

"Yeah," Kim admitted as she blushed even more. "I mean, what's my choice?"

"I think it's fine," Heather said again, resolutely. "What do you think, Janice?" she asked. "Do you think Kim should remove the paint before the game?"

"Hey, if she wants to go like that, that's her own get out. Like I said, I think it's pretty sexy. I just can't imagine in a million years that I would ever do something like that."

"What about you?" Heather asked Joy.

Joy stood farther back from Heather, still staring open-mouthed at Kim. After a pause, she said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but ... if everyone else is cool with it, then I'm cool with it. I don't want to be a party-pooper. And it is pretty exciting. But no way would I ever do that, either!"

"All right, we're all agreed," Heather pressed on. "We'll allow it, but only if everyone here agrees not to tell a single soul. Can we all agree to that?"

Everyone nodded.

Heather figured that now that the cat was out of the bag, she might as well go all the way. She started to make up a story off the top of her head that would allow her to gain more control over the others. "It's really no big deal, and I should know, 'cos I've had to do it myself, before I was head cheerleader."

"Really? Wow!" said a wide-eyed Amy.

"Yes. It's a common punishment head cheerleaders give their cheerleaders who don't behave. In fact, the bet that Kim is talking about, what she really means is that she made a very serious error, which confidentiality prevents me from mentioning the details of. I warned her that unless her behavior changed, she would get this punishment. She didn't, so here she is. In fact, she's not the only one. At the same time, I'm punishing Katherine for another serious offense."

There was a gasp from Joy and Janice.

"Katherine, you want to show them?" Heather asked.

Now it was Katherine's turn to blush furiously. She turned around and briefly exposed her butt. "I'm ... shaved in front too," she said very quietly.

"Heather, you can't give out punishments like that!" said an aghast Joy. "If that happened to me ... I think I would die of shame!"

"I can and I will!" Heather said sternly. "If anyone here tells a single other soul, even your best friend or sister or whoever, then whoever tells will have this as their punishment. If someone tells and I can't find out who, then you all will have to be painted and go to a game that way. Does anyone want to challenge me about this?"

There was complete silence. No one ever wanted to oppose Heather openly.

"No? Then good!" Heather reveled in her newly-confirmed power over the other cheerleaders.

"All right, then. Katherine, you take Kim back to the lockers and get her paint job touched up, if you can. You know who to get help from." By this time Heather had figured out that Katherine's brother probably was the painter, so she was careful to refer to him obliquely. "Come back and rejoin practice when you're done, and have Kim come back and rejoin practice as soon as she's dry. Now, run along."

The two of them started to scamper off, but Heather had a new idea and stopped them. "Wait! Stay here for a sec."

"It's not as big a deal as it appears, girls," Heather realized that she might have gone too far in frightening her squad, judging from their panicked faces. Even easy-going Amy seemed panicky at the prospect of being painted and then getting found out by the crowd.

Heather continued, "The fact of the matter is, this happens all the time, in total secrecy of course. The only people who can possibly find out are the other cheerleaders, because everyone else is too far away to see clearly. Do you know, over the years, how many times this has happened to girls on our squad? Lots. Hardly anyone knows just how many, 'cos no one ever finds out. It's a head cheerleader secret."

She looked around with an intense stare. "The truth is, Katherine and Kim have actually been like that all week, and none of you suspected a thing!"

All eyes went to Katherine, who suddenly looked very sheepish and embarrassed.

Janice laughed. "No wonder Katherine said she was fine with it!"

Heather continued, "I don't know why Kim had such a bad paint job today, but if she hadn't you still would never have noticed. So don't worry about those two during the game today. This is the last day of their punishment."

That relieved the others a lot, even as they were shocked to find out that both girls had been like that for a week without them noticing. But the others were still intensely curious about it all, and especially keen to see what would happen during the game.

"Okay," Heather went on, "since that's all settled, I must say I'm still curious about this paint job. I want a closer look to see just what the problem is. Kim, can you lean up against that chain link fence over there?"

Kim nervously walked to the fence and wondered what new deviltry Heather had in mind.

Heather commanded, "All right, lean up against the fence. Higher. Stick your butt out further, so we can get a clear view. And don't get all prudish about a little nudity, because we all see each other naked in the showers."

Kim protested, "But we're outside!"

"Bah. We're practically miles from anyone else. It'll be fine."

Kim was **** to bend over and place her butt at an obscene angle, so much so that it was actually higher than her head.

"That's better," Heather continued. "Everybody gather round. This damn skirt keeps getting in the way." Heather had purposely let Kim's skirt fall over her hands twice to make it seem like an obstruction, when in fact it was not. "This damn stupid skirt. Better just take it off."

In one fell swoop, Heather pulled Kim's skirt down until it hit the ground. "That's better," she said as she suppressed a snicker.

"NoooOOOooo!" cried Kim. "I'm naked! The football players will see!"

Football practice took place not far away on the other side of the fence. Even though it looked like Kim wore panties, to Kim it felt like she was totally nude.

"No you're not," chided Heather. "Remember, nobody thinks you're naked unless they can see you up close. That's why I pulled your skirt off, to make a point. Look - the football players aren't taking any notice at all."

It was true; the football players were busy running plays. But even if they thought the paint job was real underwear, the sight of all the cheerleaders gathered around one person, staring at a skirtless crotch, was bound to bring lots of attention as soon as any of the boys noticed. Heather didn't care much though; she loved living dangerously.

Kim was silent, hoping that a lack of discussion would hurry things up.

Heather put her hands on Kim's butt and peered at Kim's ass closely. "Everybody take a close look. The pussy lips were painted originally, but now they're not. You can see her pink fleshy lips if you're paying attention. That's bad."

The other cheerleaders couldn't help but gather closely and stare, like passersby gazing at a car wreck.

"Heather, please stop this, I beg you!" cried Kim. "I'll do anything; just let me go! I'm so embarrassed. I think I'm going to cry!"

Heather reluctantly let Kim go, mostly because she didn't want to have the other cheerleaders, especially Joy and Janice, freak out too much.

Kim was allowed to put her skirt back on. She walked off to the locker room with Katherine. The whole incident had taken less than a minute, and luckily none of the football players had noticed anything odd.

Katherine, meanwhile, had no idea how she was supposed to touch up Kim's paint job.

As the two of them walked to the locker room, Katherine complained, "That's a real shame that Joy noticed. I can't believe Heather ratted me out too! And exposed my brother pretty much in the bargain, though at least she didn't mention his name. I'm gonna have to get her for that. Anyway, I think she's right about one thing: our only choice now is to find Alan and fix your patchy paint job. He should be playing tennis right now. You stay here in the lockers and I'll come back with him on the double."

"Thanks," was all Kim could say. She was very emotional, still on the verge of tears.

Katherine tried her best to reassure her new friend, giving her a supporting hug as they kept on walking. "Don't worry; I'm sure it'll be fine. No way will any of the others ever tell with that threat of a punishment. Heather sure gave a convincing story. And I thought your paint job was good enough. Anyway, I'll be back soon."

Katherine was able to get Alan out of tennis with the excuse of a family emergency. Ever resourceful, he had kept a brush and some of the paint in his locker in case of emergencies, so he went to get it.

He quickly painted Kim in the big shower stall of the girl's locker room, where he most certainly wasn't supposed to be. It was also the same spot where Katherine, Heather, and Amy had played with each other just the day before.

He wondered what would happen if another girl came into the locker room while he was there, but it seemed that neither of the girls wanted to even consider that possibility.

Kim's fright made it more difficult to paint her labia. It took him a few minutes of fingering her pussy lips to get them puffed up enough for him to paint properly. He had to first calm her down with soothing words, and then talk nasty to get her aroused.

Katherine, meanwhile, stood guard.

He returned to class as quickly as he could. One couldn't see the tennis courts from the cheerleader's practice area, but the other cheerleaders who didn't already know Alan's role had seen Katherine head toward those courts and return with Alan. That gave them an obvious reason to believe that Alan was the painter of the faux underwear.

Back on the practice field, Kim and Katherine felt very self-conscious as they did their exercises. The other girls were still somewhat shocked, and frequently looked in their direction.

Heather finally had to order the others to not give any unnecessary glances at Kim and Katherine during the game, for fear of drawing the crowd's attention towards them.

The game itself went without incident. There were some exposing moves like the high kick, but they were kept to a minimum by Heather and apparently no one in the crowd suspected a thing.

Kim and Katherine were nervous as hell the entire game, but really they were in little danger of getting caught. The crowd was so far away that no one could have noticed unless they looked for something suspicious with binoculars.

Both of them secretly enjoyed the experience. Like the thrill of a bungee jump or a frightening horror film, they enjoyed it and hated it at the same time.

After the game ended, all the other cheerleaders crowded around Kim and Katherine and fawned over them like little schoolgirls (except for Heather, who remained aloof to maintain her authority).

"Oh my God, that was so hot!" Janice gushed. "Every time we did a high kick or shook our booties, I got so excited, even though it wasn't me!"

"Me too!" said Amy.

"What about you, Joy?" Katherine asked.

"It was pretty crazy; that's all I can say." She shook her head in wonder. "Okay, I admit it, I felt the same way. You two are pretty cool, that you can do that. If it were me, I would have pissed in my panties in total and utter fear!"

Janice joked, "What panties? Piss in your painted-on panties?"

Everyone laughed at the absurdity of that.

Chapter 5

Finally, Alan's school day ended. He was looking forward to his after-school meeting with Ms. Rhymer, if only to find out what he'd done to upset her. Plus, he was buoyed by the fact that no matter what happened with that, it would be followed by another sexually-charged appointment with Akami.

As everyone else left the school grounds, he went back to his fourth-period classroom, full of curiosity at what his favorite teacher wanted to talk about.

He knew that the sexual tension between them had been building and building, and it seemed like things were reaching some kind of breaking point. He figured that she must have gotten cold feet at the last minute, and that's why she'd cancelled the plans they'd had for lunch. He guessed that she was less upset with him than upset at herself for letting things go so far.

But that was not the case at all. In truth, her mind was a jumble of mixed emotions. She kept wavering between different plans, which led to very different futures for her relationship with him. She'd cancelled her lunch plans with him mostly because she still hadn't made up her mind on what to do. Even now she remained uncertain, but she'd told him to meet her after school, so she had to tell him something. She decided to go with her gut feelings when the time came.

When he got there, she sat alone behind her desk and looked extremely angry. "Come in, young man!" she said sternly.

He walked in, suddenly meek. He was far too anxious to be aroused.

"Young man, I had hoped to discuss how I could possibly help you with the orgasmic urges you have during the school day. But a more urgent and distressing problem has come up. Mr. Jackson told me all about how he caught you in the supply room yesterday."

Now Alan knew he was in deep trouble. Her earlier anger at him suddenly made sense.

"I'm shocked! Shocked to hear that you were in that room with some little hussy." She shot her words at him like bullets. "That cheerleader Kim, I gather."

He didn't confirm or deny it, but just stood still.

Her tone softened a bit. "I'm hurt too, that you didn't even tell me that you had a girlfriend. I thought that you considered me a friend you could confide in, even though I'm also your teacher."

He thought he saw her wipe away a tear, but he wasn't sure.

"You are a friend!" he quickly interjected. "You're my favorite, best teacher I've ever had!"

"Well, some kind of friend you are, then," she continued, now bitter. "What kind of friend would steal my key, make a copy of it and then use that copy to fornicate in a completely forbidden area? I cannot tell you how utterly disappointed I am in you, young man!"

Her upset feelings grew. "This is completely deplorable! Not so much because of what you did in there. I understand that you've been driven to such behavior by your ... medical treatment. But to betray my trust like that! That was completely unnecessary! Why couldn't you have just told me? We could have worked something out. Didn't I show you how far I'm willing to go to help you after school on Wednesday?! How many teachers would let you do something like that?"

She was definitely crying now, feeling both sad and angry.

He felt so bad that he wanted to cry as well. He was too stunned to come up with a good response.

He still tried to figure out what she meant by "worked something out" when she prodded him again, "What do you have to say for yourself, young man?"

"Um, I'm really, really sorry! I never meant to hurt you! It wasn't that I wanted to betray your trust; it's just that I thought you would never understand, that no one would understand. What you did to help me on Wednesday was awesome, but it just goes to show much how strong this need to cum every few hours has gotten for me!" That wasn't completely true, but he was trying to minimize the damage.

He continued, "This medical treatment is driving me crazy! It's like my body chemistry has changed. I get horny all the time, and I've gotten used to getting quick relief. Yesterday, I thought that if I didn't get some relief in the middle of the day during school, I would literally lose my mind. So I did something drastic, and stupid." There was some truth to what he said, but he continued to exaggerate for emotional effect.

"You sure did," she agreed, glaring angrily at him again. "You're just lucky that it was Mr. Jackson who caught you, or you could have gotten in real trouble. You could even have been expelled! I understand that you needed relief, but why did you have to turn to some slutty cheerleader? I'm sure that Kim is a slut who's ready to spread her legs for any guy, or girl more likely, I hear! Do you know enough about sexual diseases? Do you realize the risks you're taking?"

Suddenly her voice changed and became loving and caring. "Why didn't you come to me, your favorite teacher? Especially after what I did for you on Wednesday? I could help you like she did. Don't you like me? Don't you find me attractive?"

He didn't know what to say to that. The implications were astounding. "I could help you like she did?!" Holy fuck! Does that mean what I think it means?

In fact, she didn't know what she meant; she was going with her gut and letting her emotions take control. She was hot for Alan even more than she was angry or jealous. Curiously, the anger and jealousy seemed to only fuel her arousal even more, although she was struggling not to show it.

"I'll tell you one thing, young man," her voice angry again. "That cheerleader is no match for me! I could show her things that would make her blush!"

His mind boggled. What is she saying? I'm so confused; she's changing her mood every few seconds. Is she offering to replace Kim, so I can do things with her sexually? With my super sexy teacher? The one I've been dreaming about for three years? Even after what happened the day before yesterday, I don't believe it. No friggin' way! This is exactly like what Sis was joking about just yesterday!

He answered, "I find you VERY attractive, Ms. Rhymer! Please don't be mad at me! You're the greatest! I've had a crush on you forever!"

"Hrrmph!" she huffed. "You're just saying that to make me feel better! You've always had a cunning tongue. Anyway, having a crush on your teacher is wrong! Very wrong! It's not allowed. And you can't blame that on your medical treatment, either. I know you've felt this way about me almost since the time you first met me, at least if your constantly erect member is any indication! I think you've been bad. Very bad! Luckily, Mr. Jackson was smart enough to come to me and explain the situation. Since you stole my key, he thought it fitting that I give you the punishment for your misdeeds, and a punishment you will get!"

Alan was already a bit surprised by her appearance, since her blouse was open and underneath it she wore a sporty top that had a lower cut than anything he'd seen her wear before. He doubted she wore a bra. She'd never worn anything like that while teaching class, and yet school had just ended a few minutes earlier.

But now she got up, and he noticed that she wasn't wearing any pants, but merely bathing suit bottoms. That was even stranger. However, he was in no position at the moment to ask why.

She didn't know what she was going to do until she started to do it (although the clothes she'd just changed into were a big clue as to her true intentions, deep down). She walked to the door and locked it. She picked up something off her desk and held it behind her back. Then she came back to him, bent over him with her hands behind her back and got even angrier.

"Since you act like a child, I'm going to treat you like a child!" she raved. "I'm going to give you a spanking, just like a little boy!"

Her tone momentarily changed yet again and grew hesitant. "Now, strictly speaking, this kind of thing is not allowed. Do you plan to complain, or are you man enough to take your proper punishment with dignity and keep your mouth shut?"

"I'll uh, take my proper punishment." His mind spun crazily. Could this be for real? Kind, amazingly nice Ms. Rhymer, "Surfer Girl" Ms. Rhymer, is going to spank me like a little boy? Of all the people in the world!

"Good! At least you're not a complete baby!" she yelled, tough again. "Now take off your shorts and underwear - if you're wearing any - and bend over the desk."

Wait. What?! Oh no! I'll have to get naked in front of her! True, he'd exposed himself to her two days ago, but this felt very different. He stood three feet in front of her, where she now sat on the edge of her desk. His face was blushing red.

He took a step or two back, and then slowly slid his shorts down. He felt like he was the main event in a completely **** strip show. He would have been just as humiliated if a whole crowd watched him. Yet, in spite of that, he'd just grown an erection because he was feeling a sexy vibe from his teacher as well as the intimidating one. Her mysterious comments about wanting to help him like Kim had really got him going.

He began to remove his underwear watching her apparently angry eyes as they bore into his crotch. His dick sprang free, revealing its completely erect state. He quickly removed his underwear and used his hands to cover his boner.

"Young man, you are completely incorrigible! You stand in front of your teacher with a hard-on! No, don't try to hide it!"

He sheepishly pulled his hands away.

"Is that how you repay all my kindness, with your perverted crush and your uncontrollable erections? That's what you've been doing all this week and last, having blatantly obvious hard-ons all through my class. I won't stand for it! You even had the audacity to masturbate right in front of me! Now come over here and take your punishment!"

He noticed that Ms. Rhymer now held her ruler, and was unconsciously stroking it in the same way he'd spied her doing a few days earlier. God, what the hell does she want? First I thought she's coming on to me, but then she's humiliating me, and now she's stroking that ruler. What the hell? I've never seen her act like this, like ... at all!

He nervously walked over to the desk and bent over it. He was tall enough so that his feet still touched the floor, and he was able to push his genitals up and over the desk to give them some cover.

She crouched down behind him so she could have a good look at him between his legs. Dammit! Why does he have to have such a fucking big dick? Nerdy straight-A students aren't supposed to be well-hung too! How am I supposed to resist that?!

"No, that position is too good for you," she finally concluded. "I won't have your disgusting genitals all over my desk."

He suddenly felt terrible for defiling her desk in that way.

She grabbed a chair that had no armrests. "Here, lie down over this and keep your head down."

He did. He knelt on the floor on one side of the chair, pressed his stomach down on the seat, and let his forearms fall to the floor on the other side. His genitals, including his engorged dick, hung down next to the seat. With his head down, it was impossible for him to look up and see what she was doing.

"That's more like it," she said. "Now, get ready to take your punishment. I think ten smacks will be a good start." She still wasn't sure what her plan was, but spanking his bare bottom seemed like a good start.

He felt a smack on his bottom, and realized it must be from the ruler she had just been stroking. It really hurt. Four more times the ruler came down in quick succession. He was already in real agony after the first one and the pain only got worse. He didn't expect it to hurt so much, but it did.

"Now how does that make you feel?" his teacher said through clenched teeth. "That'll teach you to fuck that little tramp! I'll bet that finally cured you of your erection."

To his amazement, he felt her reach under his legs and cup his erection in her hands. If anything, it was harder than before.

She had told herself that she was just checking on the state of his penis, since she was coming from the side and couldn't see it due to his leg being in the way. But when she felt its fullness, it was like her willpower snapped. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I really, really shouldn't be doing this! But this damn thing is twice the size of Garth's. This is the raging beast that makes even the goddess Suzanne Pestridge scream in ecstasy!

Once she had a hold of his hot pole, it was as if she was incapable of letting go. In fact, her fingers curled around it and held it tightly.

She yelled at him, "I can't believe it! You're still hard! Are you so perverted that spanking actually turns you on? Well, we'll see with a few more smacks."

To his ever-increasing surprise, he found that, indeed, the spanking had only gotten him more aroused. That was helped along more than a little bit by the fact that she was still firmly grasping his boner. Dang! This is just TOO WEIRD! Gloria Rhymer is touching my dick! How can I not be hard when the woman of my dreams is holding onto me there?! Now that it's happening, it's almost too scary. Doesn't she know she could get in all kinds of trouble for that?!

"However," she went on with a bit more softness in her voice, "I see that I may have been too hard with the ruler. It's not my intention to hurt you so badly. For the rest of your punishment I'll use my hand so it won't leave marks."

She swatted his naked butt with the palm of her hand. The ass-slaps had become much less painful. Between each swat her hand lingered on his butt and caressed where her hand had just hit.

Meanwhile, he felt her other hand begin to move against his erection, as if she was purposely rubbing it. However, she appeared so angry that he figured it was just his imagination at first.

By the tenth and hopefully last swat, it was clear that there was a lot more stroking of his butt and rubbing and stroking of his hard-on than any spanking going on. In fact, it couldn't be denied that she was giving him a full-on handjob!

But to his surprise, even the painful spanking had aroused him. He felt like he would shoot his load onto the floor at any second, and only fiercely held back because he was afraid of what her reaction would be. If it hadn't been for his PC muscle training, he would have lost it long before.

She stared at her hand sliding up and down his shaft, but it was like she couldn't believe her own eyes. I'll fucking show him! He goes to some fucking cheerleader for help instead of me?! After all I did for him?! Putting my career on the line, just to help him?! Well, I'll show him what a real woman can do to a cock! Even the mighty Suzanne Pestridge might learn a trick or two from me!

Although she was jacking him off, she still didn't have an overall plan. But her anger and lust were merging together, making her truly incapable of controlling her own burning hot body.

"Turn over," she said. She slapped his boner and then let go of it.

He turned over and maneuvered himself so he ended up sitting in the chair. He looked into her eyes at last.

She appeared to be panting heavily, and wantonly stared with excitement at his long, thick prick. "Sit down on the edge of the desk and face me," she commanded.

He obeyed. His boner poked up away from his body and into the air. He actually felt the blood pulsing into it, which made him light-headed.

The pace of her breathing slowed. "Good. You're not ashamed of your manhood. Now we can have that discussion of what to do about your medical treatment."

Her voice was much **** now. "Alan, I didn't actually want to spank you. I've never spanked anyone before in my life. But I've just been so very angry at you! And I didn't realize it until this very instant, but it was as much getting over my mental resistance to touching you as anything else. I could pretend to do it as part of a punishment - you see what I mean?"

She purred, "But now here we are." She reached out and held his balls with one hand and his shaft with her other. Her fingertips ran up and down his erection in a delicate tease. FUCK IT! Fuck, fuck, fuck it! I don't care if I lose my job. I'll get a new one somewhere else if I have to. And I don't care about being true to Garth. He and I are history anyway. I'm going to get completely selfish for once, and completely give in to my lust and my desire! And what I want right now is this god damned thick cock!

Both of them stared at her sliding fingers. Even the thin pretense of the spanking was gone. It was clear their relationship had just taken a dramatic turn, and both of them were literally as well as figuratively breathless about it.

Finally, after a minute of squishing and sliding as the pre-cum flowed down her fingers, she spoke in a knowing, sultry voice. "The question is, what am I going to do with you? What am I going to do to THIS?" She squeezed his shaft somewhat painfully, but then, as if to make up for it, she leaned forward and briefly kissed the top of his cockhead.

She thought, Oh no! I've done it now! It won't be long before this damn thing is crammed deep in my mouth, I can tell! I'm about to become a slut for my favorite student! This is so WRONG! But so fucking right!

He just groaned in response to her kiss. He was greatly relieved that her anger wasn't entirely real, though the pain in his ass was real enough. Now he was so turned on that he couldn't think. He had to devote all his energy and concentration to flexing his PC muscle, because he didn't want to spoil the mood by cumming unexpectedly. He still was in a "pinch me, I'm dreaming" mode, because it didn't seem possible that what was happening really was happening to him.

She continued a little more heatedly, while her fingers kept on slipping and sliding up and down his stiff pole, "Mind you, my anger wasn't all fake. The fact is, what gets me upset is that you haven't asked me to directly help you find relief with your ejaculations! What is it that you need? A handjob? A blowjob? A titfuck? Lots of them, and more?! I can give you anything that little cheerleader can give you, and twice as well! I'm sure I can do some things for you that even your busty 'auntie' can't do!"

He was pretty sure he'd stopped breathing. He wouldn't have been any more shocked if she'd confessed that she was an alien from another planet.

She was getting so worked up that her fingers were practically flying up and down his boner, and her other hand was fondling his balls like she was trying to coax all of his cum out of them. But then she caught herself and slowed way down, because she didn't want him to cum just yet.

She went on, tenderly, "I've had feelings for you too, you know, and for some time. But I've just been too shy and maybe ashamed to act on them. You've changed! You've become such a, such a ... sexy young man! I still don't know what to say or do now. That spanking and anger was a way to step outside of myself to get past that barrier, but now I don't know what to do."

"Kiss me," he said. He surprised himself with his confidence, a confidence greatly fueled by lust and his long-standing desire for her. He stood up, forcing her to stand up too. Then he kissed her on the lips.

Chapter 6

Ms. Rhymer's mouth parted in anticipation. She was pleasantly surprised by his boldness, and more than a little relieved that he didn't have a hurt reaction to her rather strange behavior. She pushed her worries from her mind and just savored this special moment.

Soon their tongues twirled in a wild dance. Her hands ran to his naked ass and began to caress it while he ran his hands through her hair and down her back.

She was hot for him in general, but extra hot for his cock specifically. She'd had other boyfriends before Garth, but none were quite as endowed as Alan was, especially when it came to thickness. As they French kissed with all the fire of a supernova explosion, her hand found its way back to his boner, and she resumed stroking him.

He was just as hot for her as she was for him. She wasn't wearing a lot of clothes to begin with, so it was easy for him to slip his hands inside her bathing suit bottoms, and he did.

His already great arousal level rose another notch in response. She loved that he was being this bold.

She broke the kiss, and moaned, "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'll never do it again. Please forgive me. It was just ... a necessary deception for me to somehow break through the barrier between us!"

He nodded in understanding, even though he didn't completely understand. It seemed like there must have been other and better ways for her to have accomplished that, but he didn't care much now that they were necking and fondling.

He planted his lips on hers again, and even tilted her head back in his passion, just like they did in the movies. He thought, Holy FUCK! I'm really kissing Ms. Rhymer! We're totally making out! This is the best thing to happen to me ever! Okay, maybe not, but only because there have been some other equally great things that happened lately. So many fucking impossibly great things, especially with Mom, and Sis, and Aunt Suzy! But still, this is EPIC!

And the kiss just feels so GOOD! And her body does too. Gaawwwd, I love her ass! My hands are full of nothing but bare ass! My hot teacher really is, well, HOT! True, she may not have the big boobs I really like, but these are more than a handful!

He brought a hand from her ass and groped at her left boob, and then her right one, kneading them through her clothes. These feel great! But I wouldn't care if she had no boobs at all, because the rest of her is so perfect. She just has such a fit, hard body! But more than that, this is Ms. Rhymer we're talking about here! Holy fucking mother of God!

They kissed some more. He kept groping at her boobs, eventually with both hands, but he was frustrated by her clothes. However, he was so emboldened by this dream come true that he wasn't deterred. As the kiss went on, he managed to take her blouse off, which was already hanging open.

Then he worked on taking off the exercise clothing she wore underneath. He pulled her shirt up to her armpits, exposing to his view for the first time her lovely breasts in all their naked glory. At the same time, he tried to tug her bathing suit bottoms off.

However, he needed her cooperation to get her top off her arms or her bottoms down her legs, but instead of helping she seemed to get frightened by his bold efforts. She thought, FUCK YES! I knew it! I knew it! Alan HAS changed! I used to be flattered by his crush on me, but I never was going to let him do anything because he was just too nice and shy. I already had that with Garth. But this new Alan takes charge! He IS a stud!

Still, I can't let him go too far! Things are veering out of control! If I let him take my clothes off, he'll be fucking me soon thereafter! Not yet. Soon, but not yet!

She pushed him away, saying sadly, "I can't let you do that. You know I have a boyfriend, a serious boyfriend. My feelings for him are ... confused. I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready to, um, you know, have sex. If you have to do that right now, go to that little tramp."

Then her expression turned mischievous, and there was a twinkle in her eyes. "But I can give you something else. The best blowjob you ever had, or are ever going to get!"

That suggestion startled him. "You're willing to blow me but you won't even let me remove your top?"

She considered for a moment, then said, "Well, since you insist, maybe I'll give you a little peek. But hands to yourself." She began to sexily pull her top up.

Alan's eyes were locked on her chest. Her breasts weren't large to him, but that was only because of his very exaggerated standards. By any normal measure, her C-cups were impressive indeed.

She had only intended to pull her top up above her breasts, give him a good look, and then pull them back down. But her lust was in the driver's seat. Somehow, she kept on pulling it up all the way over her head, and then she let it drop to the floor.

He thought, Dang! Nice tits! My teacher's tits! This is so sweet! This isn't happening! He gazed at her like an idiot.

She thought, Shit. Oh well. I really shouldn't have done that, but it's like I've lost my mind and I don't care! I guess we'll be okay as long as I don't let him fuck me. I can't allow that. Probably not at all, but at least not until I break up with Garth!

She knelt down in front of him before her own desk. Aaaah! It's time for my tasty treat! Somehow, I just know I'm going to be doing this a LOT for him from now on! With one hand still holding and stroking his shaft, she leaned in and began to lick her tongue all around his cockhead.

It felt unbelievably good, for both of them.

But for Alan, it felt too good. He cried out, "Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait!" He was worried he'd embarrass himself by cumming in the first few seconds. "Ms. Rhymer, please! I'm, I'm afraid you're gonna make me cum already!"

She paused. She looked up at him with amusement and an arched eyebrow. "Seeing how I've got my tongue on your cock and I'm about to swallow the whole damn thing, don't you think it's time you start calling me 'Glory?'"

He quickly changed his mind, because the prospect of her taking it all in her mouth was too thrilling to resist. "No, don't wait! Yes! Keep going!" He still felt like he could cum at any moment, but he also had no idea what the future might hold and he didn't want to miss out on this incredible occasion by being too cautious. Besides, he was so very aroused that he figured if he did cum soon, he'd be able to get erect again before long.

Glory engulfed all of his cockhead, plus another inch or two.

"ARGH!" he screamed, because a titanic surge of arousal ran through him and actually made him curl his toes inside his shoes.

She loved it too. She'd never felt so wicked, so naughty, so totally out of control. Plus, the sheer thickness of his erection excited her to no end. She knew right away this was a cock she could easily learn to love to suck.

Her tongue began lapping against his sweet spot in earnest. At the same time, she slid her lips up and down his shaft with an extra tight seal.

"ARGH!" he screamed. Just as he was recovering from the last surge of pleasure, he was hit by an even bigger one. He couldn't explain it, but he felt a sort of electric connection. Perhaps it was a little-understood biological or chemical reaction similar to pheromones, but it felt like something very magical was happening when her lips were wrapped around his shaft. It was a special feeling he hadn't even gotten with Susan or Suzanne and their passionate mouths.

Glory could feel it too, although she wasn't sure at first if it was just the taboo thrill of the situation. Suddenly, it was like she couldn't get enough. She already was tempted to show him her deep throating skills and take him all the way to the root.

She stopped again, but only for a few moments. She realized he was simply overwhelmed with pleasure and trying to adjust. Chuckling in her own mind, she mulled over what she was doing while her lips and tongue resumed their fun but at a slower pace. I've really gone and done it now! I damn well hope I didn't make the biggest mistake of my life, because there's no way to undo this.

I'm sucking on Alan's cock! Good God! I really am! And what a cock it is! It totally fills my mouth, and then some. Just keeping my lips wrapped around it is a constant challenge. But dammit, it feels so good! Just knowing it's Alan's. Mmmm! But it's more than that. I'm getting this constant special buzz. Is that true love? Am I really in love with him or just in lust with him? I don't know, but I know I want to make him feel better than he's ever felt in his life!

She chuckled to herself some more. Yep! I'm definitely going to be doing this a lot from now on! He says he needs to cum every day around lunch. If he wants, he can cum straight down my throat, any time he wants!

With the goal of giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had, even better than Suzanne's, she began a series of devastatingly effective corkscrew moves, taking him surprisingly deep at times.

However, she had to stop again not long after she began because Alan started making sounds like he was being tortured. Upon reflection, she realized he just really, really wanted to delay his orgasm, and his entire body was suffering and straining to that end.

Already, she was impressed. Garth didn't have that kind of determination, which meant he didn't have that kind of staying power. She rarely gave her boyfriend a blowjob because she didn't really enjoy it. But everything seemed different with her new lover.

She took mercy on Alan, and just slid her lips up and down his pole a little while keeping her tongue away, to avoid overstimulating him. As she let him recover, she thought about her boyfriend. Poor Garth. I'm cheating on him and I've never cheated on anyone before. Even if I don't get fucked today, a blowjob is still cheating. He doesn't deserve this. I should have called it off with him before I started doing anything with Alan, but I just can't help myself. I've been fantasizing and fantasizing, but I didn't think I'd REALLY go through with this until I did!

MMMM! God, yes! This cock tastes too good! I'll tell Garth it's over tonight. That's close enough for horseshoes.

Thanks to Glory restraining herself, relatively speaking, Alan calmed down enough for him to attempt to speak between his heavy panting. "Ms. Rhymer! ... I can't ... can't believe it! ... Dream come true!"

There was much he wanted to say, but that was the best he could get out for now, because his "dream come true" comment inspired her to increase her bobbing, and with greater suction. She resumed her talented tongue work too.

She mumbled through her stuffed mouth, "Caaah me Gorree ahhreadah."

"Oh ... man!" He translated, "Call me Glory already." That's such a trip! She's can't even talk clearly because she's sucking my cock!

He clutched his hands into fists and tried to hold on during this wild ride. Within seconds of her changing her technique, he was fighting with all he had not to cum. He noticed that of all the blowjobs he'd had, none had involved suction this powerful. Phew! Jesus! Ms. Rhymer is the suction queen! God it feels great, just so long as she doesn't suck my dick clean off!

She grew more excited the more she pondered what she was doing. This is wrong! Dead wrong! If someone were to walk in right now, my career would be over. Hell, my life would practically be over. It would get back to my parents, and I'd just die of shame. But, I must admit, the danger makes everything even twice as arousing!

And what must Alan think of me now? His prim and proper teacher is on her knees, slurping and sucking like her life depends on it! He must think I'm a total slut. And the truth is, I kind of am a slut, his slut! Any teacher who does this for a student has to be pretty damn slutty! In fact, I've never acted so slutty and reckless in my life. And I've never felt so ALIVE!

These ideas made her overheated libido positively flame. She started to whip her tongue around his cock so quickly that he felt as if there were two tongues upon him.

The sensation was so uncanny that he looked down to check whether she actually had two tongues. That turned out to be a mistake. He'd been careful not to look down for fear of being overstimulated by the sexy sight, and that's just what happened. Luckily for him, he cried out with such alarm that Glory sensed his impending crisis and froze all movement.

They stayed like that for some long moments, as if time had been suspended. Finally his close shave passed. He even dared to look down again. What staggered him this time was that not only didn't he see two tongues, or one tongue, he couldn't see much of his teacher's face because she had so much of his erection in her mouth.

Just seeing that made him so giddy that he had to close his eyes and squeeze his PC muscle frantically.

Holy Christ, man! Just so ... UGH! Intense! UH! Damn! But I've gotta ... phew! I've gotta ... gotta ... hold out! Can't ... don't wanna ... I don't wanna be some teenaged, hair trigger ... UGH! Dammit, it feels so awesome even when she's not moving! Her lips are latched onto me like a leech! Phew! Just hold on, hold on. It'll pass!

As his heart raced and his body tingled down to his toes, he tried to come to grips with the lip-lock she had on him. He suspected that she had him unusually deep. What he didn't realize was that she had truly great deep-throating skills, and while she wasn't going all the way down on him just yet, she was holding him well past her gag reflex. Part of his cockhead was in her throat, and that felt so good that he was having a hard time not cumming, even now.

But he was desperately eager to prove to her that he was worthy of her by not shooting off like an overly aroused boy with no self-control. He knew that even a week ago he would have been that boy, but his abilities were growing by the day, especially since Suzanne had worked with him on his PC muscle control.

She'd held him deep for a minute, but finally she had to pull up for air. After gasping for breath, she decided she'd given him enough of a break, so went back to bobbing and licking. It would have been easier for him if she'd at least partially deep-throated him again, but instead she focused her efforts on his super-sensitive frenulum, his sweet spot.

Oh MAN! he thought. Good LORD! Just when I thought I had things under control, she has to do THIS! I swear, who would have thought my history teacher would be this good at cocksucking?! And she's nearly naked and her body is just as fit and curvy as I knew it would be! She's a total babe, my Surfer Girl teacher babe, and she has the hots for ME! This is too crazy! But I'm not gonna let her down. I can do this! Hold on! Motherfucking HOLD ON!

He'd had all kinds of sexually arousing thoughts floating through his mind, such as how great it would be to tell his good friends Peter or Sean that their remarkably beautiful history teacher had given him a blowjob just a few feet away from where they sat in her class. (Although, in fact he knew he would never betray her trust by telling them.) But he wiped his mind of such thoughts, somehow managing not to think at all. By slowly counting to ten over and over, he did nothing but luxuriate in the ceaseless waves of pleasure that were flowing through his body.

In fact, it had been only a few minutes since Glory had started blowing him, but even so, she was a bit surprised he'd lasted so long. She had expected him to have no self-control whatsoever, and she also prided herself on her cocksucking skill. So she decided to step things up a notch.

She withdrew until it was just the tip of her tongue playing with the tip of his cockhead. But she was just getting ready while filling her lungs with air. She thought, This is a real deep throat, Suzanne!

Then she engulfed his cockhead and took him deep, deeper than she had anyone before, since she'd never sucked on an erection quite this long before. More than half of his shaft disappeared between her lips, with some of it sliding down her tight throat. Then she pulled all the way off him, then did it again, going even deeper the next time.

Though she breathed through her nose, she eventually had to pause for more air. Then she took him deep again.

It finally dawned on him, Hey! She's deep throating me! No way! She can do that?! Damn! I can feel her tongue working up towards her lips, her super suction lips, but then it's so tight in back! FUUUUUCCK, man!

He tried to pay more attention to what was actually happening to his dick. Thus, on her next pass, he felt his cockhead not only hit the back of her throat but go way down it. He thought for sure her gag reflex would kick in and she would **** or even throw up, but she didn't.

He looked down and saw that her nose was practically bumping against his pubic hair. He concluded, Damn! It totally figures that Aunt Suzy could do this, but not Ms. Rhymer?! Jesus H. Christ! As if Ms. Rhymer blowing me wasn't exciting enough already. I think she's trying to kill me!

He could only wonder to himself, Where on Earth did all that dick go? It's like sword swallowing!

But it got even better. His cockhead slid up and down her throat, and it occurred to him just how similar the sensations were to when he'd fucked his sister the day before. It's not like I'm metaphorically fucking her face; I'm literally fucking her face!

It was like fucking and then some, because even as his cockhead pistoned in and out of the back of her mouth, her tongue swirled around the middle of his shaft, at the same time that her lips did incredible things to its base while keeping a very tight lip-lock. Suzanne had a much longer tongue, but Glory's had more dexterity; she had moves that even Suzanne couldn't emulate.

But she didn't stop there. With one hand she played with his balls, and did it in a way that gave him incredible sensations there that he'd never felt before. With her other hand she pushed his butt up off the desk and slid a finger that she'd lubricated with her pussy juices up into his anus. He was pleasantly surprised that she knew the anal fingering trick that he'd first learned from Akami.

For some reason, he'd assumed that his teacher had only very vanilla sexual skills. He knew she was only a few years out of college, and she seemed more innocent than slutty. But he realized that as great as Suzanne's deep throating skills were, hers were even better, if only slightly.

Between all these sensations, he knew he couldn't last long. Even his PC muscle exercises couldn't save him from this combined ****.

"I have to cum!" he cried.

She kept on as if she hadn't heard. She was very proud of her cocksucking skills, and it had become a matter of pride for her to get him to cum sooner rather than later.

He shot a powerful load into her mouth. Because he'd cried out, she pulled back just in time, so his cockhead was in her mouth instead of lodged in her throat. She took his eruption in stride and swallowed every last drop of his jism.

When he was done, she gasped for breath as if she were dying, then recovered quickly. (A vital element of her deep throating skill was her excellent breath control.)