Part 141: Do You Want to Know a Secret?

Day 76: Saturday, November 30

Chapter 1

Once Alan, Glory, and Suzanne were safely inside Glory's apartment with the door closed, Suzanne felt no shame in once more running a possessive hand over the prominent bulge in Alan's shorts. She even made sure that Glory could clearly see her fingers and palm working on his bulge as she purred sexily at him, "I'd love to take care of this for you, Sweetie ... right here, right now..."

Glory held her breath as she saw a stiff rod pressing through Alan's shorts like the shorts weren't even there, and Suzanne's fingers sliding up and down it. She could easily see the shape of his cockhead, and watched a couple of Suzanne's fingers rubbing against his sweet spot. She still couldn't breathe.

Feeling mischievous, Suzanne turned to Glory and asked, "So ... what's the plan? What should we talk about first?"

In shock at Suzanne's boldness, Glory pointed at Suzanne's stroking fingers and the outrageously tented shaped they were wrapped around. She started to exclaim, "You're ... you're..."

Suzanne explained with a wry smirk, "I'm shaking his hand. Good job, Sweetie." She pumped up and down his thinly covered bulge even more vigorously. She didn't even know what "good job" she was supposedly congratulating him for, but it didn't matter since she was just playing around.

Alan responded with amusement and chagrin. "Actually, you're not really shaking. More like rubbing and sliding. And furthermore, that's not my hand." He loved the stimulation, but he didn't want Glory to get upset.

Suzanne looked down and reacted with obviously feigned surprise. "Oh! It's not? My bad." She abruptly pulled her hand from his crotch as she added, "Sorry, gotta stop. Glory made me promise no hanky-panky while the three of us are here."

Alan sighed heavily with frustration. Even though he'd just been trying to get Suzanne to stop, he definitely felt very conflicted over it, because he was in great sexual need. He hadn't climaxed the whole time he'd been with Amy and Christine, and now it looked like he'd have to hold out quite a bit longer.

Glory was miffed at Suzanne's shameless behavior, plus she was more than a little jealous that another woman was doing something like that to her lover. Even so, she couldn't help but be secretly amused at Suzanne's "shaking hands" humor. In the end, she decided to be lenient and she just rolled her eyes in exasperation.

Although Suzanne let go of Alan's erection, she pulled in close and took a firm hold on the rest of him with a very possessive hug. Acting like she'd forgotten that Glory was there, she licked the side of his neck and then took a deep whiff of him just below his ear. She purred in her husky, scratchy voice, "Mmmm! Master, you smell so good! So manly..."

Hearing Suzanne call Alan "Master" was like an electric shock to Glory. But it was a shock of both pain and pleasure. She wouldn't consciously admit it to herself, but part of her got off on the fact that Alan was a "master" of many remarkably beautiful women. But another part of her hated it.

Acting dreamy, Suzanne turned to Glory with bedroom eyes, and asked her, "Aren't we just the luckiest women alive? Come here."

Glory was already standing right next to the other two, so when she took a step closer, she wound up actually brushing up against both of them.

Suzanne nodded at Glory to come closer still, like she had some great secret she needed to whisper directly in her ear. And she did whisper in her ear, but loud enough for Alan to hear too. "I must admit. when I promised no hanky-panky, that was more of a general intention kind of thing. I may slip up from time to time."

Alan nodded down at his crotch. "Um, Mother? You're doing it again."

Glory looked down at Alan's shorts and saw that Suzanne had her fingers wrapped around his phallic bulge again, stroking it in the exact same way as before.

"Oops!" Suzanne laughed and removed her hand again. "See what I mean? I'll try my best, but pleasuring his cock is like an addictive habit. The more you do it, the more you just can't stop!"

Glory felt like she'd been run over by a truck. They'd only been in her apartment for a minute or two, but it already felt like it was over 100º F (38º C) inside. She'd been talking to Suzanne a fair amount in recent days, but she'd never heard her directly refer to Alan as "Master," nor had she thought Suzanne would act so blatantly and wantonly.

As the frazzled teacher was absorbing that, she felt Alan place a possessive hand on her ass. True, he'd been fondling her ass, and Suzanne's, as they walked to the apartment, but it actually seemed more provocative now that they were inside, Her heart thumped hard, since she knew there was nothing to stop things from going further except their own willpower.

In fact, he was trying to be reassuring by not making a move on her. He said to Suzanne, "Please, try your best. We have to be understanding of Glory's feelings, given her issues about multiple partners."

Suzanne nodded. Drat! But I suppose he's right. I did make a promise.

Then, while cupping two perfect asses at the same time, he spoke to both of his sexy, bikini-clad women. "But now that we are in private, can I at least get a proper welcoming kiss from each of you?"

Suzanne looked to Glory. After getting a reluctantly approving nod in return, she grinned and said, "That I can do!" She locked lips with Alan for about a minute before giving him a chance to come up for air. She wasn't big on rules and restrictions, so she stroked his boner throughout the kiss, and in a rather blatant manner, again. But in a concession to a watching Glory, she still kept her hand on the outside of his shorts.

When the kiss ended, she smiled impishly at Glory. "Oops! See what I mean? It's just so hard. And it's difficult too!" She chuckled at that. "I can't help but be a little naughty."

Glory was already sweating and panting hard. Even just hearing Suzanne mention that she was naughty gave her a thrill. Damn! BIG mistake, inviting both of these two into my home at the same time. Shit!

Then it was Glory's turn to kiss Alan. He'd restrained himself, and especially his hands, during the kiss with Suzanne, but he was a little more aggressive with Glory. He didn't want to force her to do something she hated, but he hoped to slowly break down her resistance to having sex with him when other partners like Suzanne were present. He figured, correctly, that she'd be much less bothered by him getting more sexual while kissing her as Suzanne watched, than by him getting more sexual with Suzanne while she watched.

As the kiss went on, he managed to loosen her bikini top until it slid down and out of the way of her erect nipples. Then he slid his hand under what little fabric there was to her yellow bikini bottoms, and even explored her ass crack. When she offered no resistance to his advances on her behind, he grew bolder. Before long, her bikini bottoms were pulled down just enough to expose all of her wonderfully fit ass cheeks, which he tried to cover with his hands.

Suzanne had been watching from close up, so she stood back a bit to blatantly admire both Glory's butt and Alan's cupping and caressing of it. Her facial expression showed that she thought that Glory's ass was truly impressive.

Glory could feel her resolve crumbling. She'd always loved the way that Alan kissed her, but sensing that Suzanne was gawking at her exposed ass on top of that was nearly too much to take. She melted into Alan's embrace even more than before, and got so lost in the passionate necking that she almost forgot even her own name.

She thought, Mmmm! Aaaah! Alan, why do you have to be such an excellent kisser? Why can't I resist you?! We can't do this in front of Suzanne, of all people! Her opinion matters a lot to me, and she's going to think I'm a total slut, especially with the way you've bared my ass! And ... and ... I can feel your hot cock pressing against my pussy mound. If we were alone, I'd make sure you were balls-deep in me already!

But even that kiss was fairly tame for Alan, especially compared to the scorching kisses he'd shared with Christine earlier, because he figured they had work to do and the kissing was only giving him an even worse case of blue balls. He realized that his thinly-covered pole was pressing hard against Glory's bare pussy, and Glory was so worked up already that she was starting to rub up and down against it, like a cat in heat. Things were likely to spin out of control fast unless he put his foot down.

So he disengaged and clapped his hands together. "Okay, let's do it! Let's talk about fight stuff. What's the plan and all that?"

Glory slowly came out of a heavy erotic fog and looked down at herself. To her great dismay, she realized that her bikini bottoms were all the way down in back, and only barely covering her pussy lips in front. She quickly dropped a hand down to hide her blonde bush. She used her other hand in an attempt to hold her bikini top in place.

She looked over at Suzanne, only to see a pleased and smirking face. Her hands trembled as she pulled her bikini bottoms back up, and then her bikini top too.

Shit! the sexy teacher thought. Shit, shit, SHIT! Having Alan AND Suzanne in my apartment is probably a really bad idea. I'm a basket case already, and we just walked inside! I'm burning up with lust and humiliation! The only saving grace is that I trust Suzanne to keep her promise and make sure things don't go too far. And thankfully, it looks like Alan is being good too. I need to calm the fuck down and get a grip. After all, we have a serious purpose here!

He walked to the dining room table and sat down. He hoped to get serious right away so his penis could finally go flaccid. Even on the car ride over, it had been erect more often than not, and he was increasingly frustrated to be so endlessly aroused with no possibility of ejaculation in sight.

Glory had been ready to follow his lead, but she noticed Suzanne walk in the opposite direction. Suzanne had left her change of clothes in a bag near the door, and now the busty redhead went to it, got out her high heels, and put them on.

Glory bit her lip and her heart raced wildly, because Suzanne didn't just quickly slip her heels on - she made a big production out of it. Knowing that Glory was standing near and watching, she bent over and wiggled her firm ass while letting her massive tits dangle at an ideal angle for her new friend to ogle and enjoy.

In fact, Suzanne took things a step further and asked, "Glory, could you please come here for a minute? I need some help getting these things on."

Glory was on the verge of panic. What does she want from me?! As if she hasn't been able to do it by herself thousands of times before! However, she walked over to help anyway.

Over the next minute or two, Suzanne acted completely helpless with getting her heels on, forcing Glory to touch Suzanne more than she trusted herself to. Glory's knees trembled because everywhere she touched was nothing but bare skin.

In fact, they somehow wound up hugging before they were done. Glory's heart was already racing a mile a minute, even before their breasts touched.

Staring into Glory's eyes from inches away, Suzanne said, "Thanks! Sometimes, when I get really horny, it's like I become a basket case. All I can do is think about Sweetie's cock and what I want to do with it. So you're really a doll helping me out."

Glory somehow managed to mutter, "Uh, um ... don't mention it."

Then Suzanne leaned in for a "thank you" kiss. She planted her lips on Glory's.

But Glory was frightened that if she parted her lips and let Suzanne's tongue in, she would quickly lose all control and soon find herself totally helpless to Suzanne's sexual power. It was a struggle to keep it a closed mouth kiss. But even that rocked her to her core.

Then, as if nothing special had happened, Suzanne pulled away.

It was taken as a given that Alan loved his women in high heels (although Alan had never really said anything about it). Glory didn't want to fall too far behind, compared to Suzanne's almost goddess-like sexiness and physical perfection, so she quickly put on a pair of high heels too. She was still in a daze from the kiss, and welcomed dealing with her heels so she'd have some moments alone to recover her composure.

Suzanne and Glory wound up sitting on the opposite side of the table from Alan. As Glory took her seat, she looked at him and thought, He used to just be one of my students, and now he's my lover. My master, even! Just thinking about that kinda pisses me off, but makes my pussy tingle too. I feel so silly sitting here wearing nothing but a bikini and high heels, plus his collar and ring, but somehow, for him, I'm willing. Hell, I'm sitting next to a walking, talking sex goddess, and I know perfectly well that he's royally fucking her even more often than me, and yet I feel more loved and feminine and womanly with him than I ever did with any of my old boyfriends! Damn that charming bastard!

I wonder how he made even the mighty Suzanne into one of his sex slaves. That's a story I'd like to hear someday. I'll bet he fucked her until she begged him to stop, and then he just wouldn't stop! I'll bet he just kept right on fucking her brains out until she thought she'd literally die from cumming so hard and so often. Dammit, I LOVE IT when he does that to me! But I need to focus here. Focus!

Since Glory had been in such a daze from the kissing, Alan had to remind her, "So, again, what's the plan? Let's figure out how we can get the thugs who tried to beat me up."

Glory looked a bit uncomfortable as she admitted, "Oh. That. Well, it turns out we've pretty much finished that conversation already."

"What?! You're kidding me!" He immediately thought about what he was missing out on with Christine and Amy. He figured that if he was back there, Christine would probably be giving him a nice handjob by now, if not a titfuck or a blowjob.

Glory explained, "No, seriously. It's been an hour since Suzanne got here, and we ... talked a lot." She blushed a little, even though all they'd done was talk. But just thinking about having been near the bikini-clad Suzanne made her feel as if she'd done something terribly naughty. "And the funny thing is, we completely agreed on everything. It was almost uncanny. Both of us said 'I agree, I agree' so much that it was almost a joke."

Suzanne scooted closer to Glory and put her arm around her. "It's true. It seems Glory and I are like soul sisters: we think so much alike that it sends shivers down my spine." One of her big, soft globes pressed into Glory's upper arm. Suzanne pretended not to notice.

Glory though, couldn't help but notice. She thought, That's the truth! But why does she have to touch me when we're both all but naked? I'm getting shivers down my spine AND goose bumps all over! It's true that we do have a great deal in common, but what if she knew that I'm secretly a Suzannesbian? I would just die!

Glory had been having a lot of trouble over the fact that Suzanne had arrived with a bikini and somehow talked her into having both of them meet by the pool, wearing just bikinis. Glory had agreed with nearly everything Suzanne said about post-fight strategies, in part because they really were thinking along similar lines, but also because she had a hard time thinking at all with Suzanne dressed the way she was. Glory's pussy had been throbbing with a mild erotic buzz ever since she'd seen Suzanne in her red bikini. Even now, back in her own apartment, she had considered changing back into regular clothes but didn't because she secretly longed to see Suzanne stay in her revealing red string bikini just a little bit longer.

While Suzanne kept her arm around Glory (and the side of her boob subtly rubbing against her), the clever redhead told Alan the various steps that she and Glory had agreed to take in order to deal with the fight aftermath.

Firstly, the plan involved keeping the story under wraps, since media coverage could potentially lead to interest in Alan and thus expose his rather unique lifestyle. The odds of that happening were quite low, but they didn't want to risk such an outcome, so Glory would use her influence at school to make sure everyone maintained a wall of silence on the issue. It turned out that Suzanne knew someone working at the local newspaper, so she could get advance notice if any journalist became interested. If that were to happen, hopefully she could step in and use her considerable powers of persuasion to quash the story or at least minimize its prominence. It also helped that the school administrators wanted no publicity of the incident, since it could easily tarnish their reputations and thus hurt their careers.

Secondly, Glory and Suzanne were working together to counter the influence of the rich and powerful parents of the boys in Ryan's gang. They had a whole slew of strategies to do that, to make sure the gang would be broken up and justice would be done. The gang members most directly involved would be expelled, or at least suspended and transferred, so Alan would never have to deal with them again. Also, threats of grave consequences would be held over each of them to ensure that they would not bother Alan again, either in school or anywhere else.

There were a variety of other matters that Suzanne explained to Alan, including a lot of bureaucratic and legal procedures that he found rather bewildering. She concluded by saying, "So, as you see, we've got it all under control. It's all pretty basic and logical, which is why Glory and I had pretty much the exact same to-do lists. Thanks, Glory!"

She looked the suddenly near-panicky teacher in her eyes, but spoke to Alan. "You've got a pretty smart and all-around wonderful woman here, Sweetie. She's going to be a great addition to your harem." Then, as her face drew even closer to Glory's, she said to her, "Thanks so much for your valuable input in this."

Then she closed the remaining inches and kissed Glory on her lips, but with only a quick, close-mouthed kiss.

Still, it was so exciting for Glory that she practically passed out. She couldn't help but notice that Suzanne accidentally left a hand on her thigh when the kiss ended - at least she thought it was an accident - and that kept her heart pounding like a drum. Somehow, she had the presence of mind to mutter, "No ... uh, thank YOU. You're so..." She wanted to say "hot," but at the last second she saved herself from embarrassment by changing that to " ... considerate."

Suzanne smiled, and then turned back to Alan while keeping a hand on Glory's nearest thigh, with her arm around her shoulder. She said to him, "There's no need for you to get deeply involved. That's it; that's the scoop. What do you think?"

"Sounds good to me," he replied. He was quite impressed. Plus, he was happy that his penis was getting a chance to rest and stay flaccid for a while.

Chapter 2

Suzanne got up to go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Alan and Glory both watched as Suzanne's firm ass cheeks undulated with each step she took. (As usual, Suzanne walked like she was secretly being filmed for a porn flick, and it seemed to take quite a few steps for her to reach the kitchen.)

Glory thought, Dammit, I wish I had an ass like that! And her pale skin against that red fabric ... Oh God! So sexy! What if I pulled on one of those side strings? Her bikini bottoms would fall all the way off! I do have to admit that her high heels turn the simple act of walking into some kind of sex in motion. Gaawwwd, I want her so bad!

Glory realized that she was on the verge of panting, and she had to force herself to breathe normally.

Suzanne came back to the table, settled in her chair, and (not so) innocently asked Glory, "See what I mean? Is my Sweetie a great master and all-around cool guy, or what? He saw that we were knowledgeable and capable of dealing with this, so he gave us complete freedom to do so. We all know that he's ultimately in charge, since he owns us like the slaves that we are, but he gives us so much freedom that there's no reason to be concerned. How can you worry about 'drowning in submissiveness?'"

Glory pondered that, and then nodded. She blushed slightly and mumbled with a little embarrassment, "Actually, I'm not worried about that. I like to think I know him very well, and I know he's not gonna try to be a petty despot asshole. He's a good guy." She smiled at him, but then her worry returned. "I'm more worried about drowning in ... sexual situations."

Suzanne smiled wickedly. "Oh. That's different. That's not a minus; that's a plus! You just have to know how to ride the waves of pleasure. Sure, there are times when he's gonna totally overwhelm you and make you forget your own name. The rest of us in the harem have taken to calling that a 'total destruction fuck.' Don't you just love it when he does that?"

Glory turned away in embarrassment, and also to hide her surge of arousal. She knew those moments very well indeed. "Total destruction fuck." That's a fitting name for it. I've literally felt totally destroyed after some of his fucks, like I was practically on death's door. Aaaah, but what a feeling!

Suzanne added, "The REAL fun begins when you just can't help yourself and you crawl across the floor and BEG for more cock!" She leered at Alan and gave him a knowing grin.

He suddenly remembered when Suzanne had done precisely that for him. Seeing the hungry look in her eyes, he thought, Dang! She really gets off on that memory! His resting penis abruptly twitched to life, if only a little bit.

She then turned to Glory and said, "Sorry, I can't help you there, except to help you learn to love it and get back to normal afterwards."

Glory's face flushed a little bit as she recalled some of the times Alan had sexually overwhelmed her. The sexual tension in the room suddenly went up a notch, or even a couple notches, especially once Glory pictured herself crawling on all fours and abjectly begging him to fuck her royally. It didn't help that Suzanne had gotten up again and was standing next to Alan, showing off her long legs and the rest of her voluptuous pale body as she gazed down at him with an obvious lustful hunger.

Glory looked back and forth between Suzanne and Alan and had a hot flash much like an electric shock. Her eyes bugged out as she tried to recover from the jolt. For a second, she'd pictured an image of Suzanne and Alan both writhing naked on top of her, with Suzanne feeding Alan's dick into her wet pussy between her widely splayed thighs. It was such a powerful thought that it almost frightened her, and she had to force herself to think about other things.

Out of the blue, Suzanne asked Glory, "Can I put on some music?" She put her hands on her lower back in what appeared to be a casual pose, but in fact was a deliberate move to show off her thrusting melons.

Glory's mouth went dry, and the room almost seemed to spin. She had to fight like someone drowning in a raging sea just to come up with an answer. They're just so pale and round and perfect! God help me, but it's all I can do not to squeeze and even lick them! And I don't even like women!

She'd noticed that Suzanne's string bikini was held together with ties rather than clasps. She thought, What I wouldn't give to have that tie in the middle of her back come undone! Oh God! Can't breathe! What's wrong with me?! I'm straight! Straight! Oh no! She's jiggling! Don't jiggle, please!

Knowing that Glory was staring at her chest, and that Alan was too, Suzanne made an even bigger production of thrusting her rack forward while holding her arms back. She even ran a finger down into her cleavage, as if she were looking for some stray lint or something.

Glory thought her heart had simply stopped beating for good. Suzanne's wandering finger went down to her belly button, and even seeing that made Glory's pussy gush. But finally, she squeaked, "Uh, sure." After another long pause, she nodded towards her stereo, located in the adjacent living room.

Both Glory and Alan held their breath as they watched Suzanne walk away again.

Alan surreptitiously clutched at his crotch, and thought, Dang! Mother raises walking to an art form. Except that art as boner-popping as what I'm seeing right now would never be allowed in any museum!

Normally, Suzanne would have preferred to put on some classical music, and Glory had some of that in her CD collection. But instead, she put on an album of Brazilian bossa nova artist Astrud Gilberto, knowing that would help create a more sexy and seductive mood.

Even after Suzanne returned to the table, Glory's eyes remained glazed over, like she was mentally on some other planet. (She was, and that planet prominently featured a totally nude Suzanne coaxing her with a curled finger.) The song "The Girl from Ipanema" started playing, and Glory sang along in her mind, but she slightly changed the lyrics:

Glory wistfully sighed "Aaaaaah," as if she were a character in the song, leaving the other two in the room a bit confused about what she was sighing over.

Seeing that Glory needed some time to recover and get her wits back, Alan asked Suzanne, "So is that it then? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Suzanne sat down at the end of the table this time, so she was equidistant from both Alan and Glory. She pointedly sipped on her water for some long moments. Then she responded, "In fact, there is one way you can help us."

"What's that?" he asked.

Suzanne set her cup down, and answered, "We'd like to see everyone in the gang punished, not just the ones directly involved. True, some got cold feet and bailed out, so I suppose they can get off lightly. But others would have joined in if Ryan hadn't been so cocky, thinking he could take you down with so little help."

"Plus, he didn't have much time to prepare for his sneak attack," Glory pointed out. She'd recovered from her erotic fugue, although she was having a hard time looking anywhere but at Suzanne's cleavage, now that Suzanne was sitting in a seat that gave her an excellent view of the busty mother's upper body. Glory would have been at least as interested in the lump in Alan's shorts, but his crotch was hidden below the table and she wasn't even sure if he was hard at the moment.

"True," Suzanne agreed. "But the point is, there are some guys still out there who would have been perfectly happy to beat you to a bloody pulp. They may want revenge. Heck, a majority of the football team may want your hide for basically ripping the heart out of the team and causing them to lose some of their best players."

Glory pointed out, "Not to mention stealing the slutty head cheerleader away from them while getting the star quarterback in so much trouble he'll never play football again, or at least not anywhere other than in jail." With surprising venom, she added, "No doubt they're very displeased at losing their round-heeled punchboard. You ARE still fucking Heather, aren't you?"

Alan flinched at the scalding tone in Glory's voice, and heard the jealousy behind it. He shyly stared at the table top. "Well, uh, yes and no. I'm kinda having to, uh ... punish her ... for pulling some stupid shit on me this past week, so I've kind of got her on, uh, a sort of probation right now. So to fully answer the question ... uh ... yes, but her punishment is to ... um ... do without ... for a, uh ... a while."

Glory sneered, "Color me surprised that she stabbed you in the back! But what good is that punishment? She's got lots of other sex partners, I'm sure. She doesn't need you to get laid." In a weird way, Glory was happy the topic of Heather had come up, because that helped her focus her mental energies on the conversation (instead of the sight of Suzanne's creamy cleavage).