Part 26: Na Na Hey Hey Goodbye

Day 47: Friday, November 1

Chapter 1

When Alan woke on Friday, he was glad that the end of the school week was near. More importantly, he knew that Ron would finally be gone. Furthermore, he was happy because his energy levels, sexual and otherwise, were back at full strength after a tiring week.

He had a feeling it would be a good day. Unfortunately, there wasn't the slightest chance for any sexual fun before school that morning because Ron was still in the house.

But Alan didn't mind that much. Every day it was as if all his sexual dreams were coming true, so he could hardly complain. Besides, he and Glory had plans to meet again, which really motivated him to get to school.

The school day seemed to drag by slower than usual for both Alan and Glory. They could hardly wait until their fourth-period class was over. Glory even went over to Alan's desk at one point during the class, as if to help him out with a problem, but instead gave him a surreptitious wink.

That was all she did, but it goosed his arousal level. He'd already had the old song 'Gloria', which he thought of as a personal theme song for her, running through his head for most of that morning: Gloria! / G-L-O-R-I-A / Glooooria!

As soon as the last student left Glory's classroom, Alan rushed to the door to lock it.

Before he'd even finished doing that, Glory fought to get out of her clothes. She stroked him with one hand while they worked to take the rest of their clothes off.

She really got into the handjob, and was content to do that for many long minutes until she brought him off.

Meanwhile, Alan rotated between kissing her mouth, fondling her tits, pulling on her clit, and anything else he could think of.

When he finally came, she let his jism splash all over her face. "Alan, look at me!" she cried. "Is that any way to treat your favorite teacher? Such a BIG load, young man! I love it! Where is all this cum coming from?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "It seems like my loads are getting bigger lately, with more and more ropes. Is that amount not normal?"

"I haven't been with that many guys, but compared to them you're like Niagara Falls. It's so great! Especially your tasty cum. And you're literally getting better every day in knowing how to please a woman, young man. I really mean it. I need this every day, not just a couple times a week. I'm so glad we've found each other."

"Me too, Teach. Me too."

"You know," she went on, as she scooped cum gobs into her mouth, "I keep having these crazy little fantasies about you, even though we're together already. Especially while I'm teaching your class. For instance, I was just thinking, what if I forgot to change clothes before the start of my next-period class, after I have my fun with you? Wouldn't that be fun if I taught fifth period naked from the waist up, and with your jism covering my face and slowly dripping down my body? What if that got all the guys excited, and they dumped THEIR loads on me?"

She continued to explain, "Then I'd teach sixth period completely naked, covered in cum from head to toe! Then those boys would dump their loads on me too. But somehow we'd return to the class work. I'd stand there at the blackboard lecturing with everyone in their seats, looking bored. I'd be half covered in white. My chest would be covered, three layers deep. And every step I'd take, rivers of cum would pour off my body."

"I think you have a dangerously vivid imagination," he said, smiling.

Yet, with all the crazy happenings around him lately, a part of him felt like nothing was impossible. The fact that she was dripping with cum in her own classroom made her story much more believable and arousing.

"I think you're right," she agreed as she lapped up his cum, licking her tits clean. "I'd never actually DO anything like that though."

"I like it though. I love fantasizing. Let's do it together."

"Okay," she said very agreeably.

After thinking for a few moments, he said, "I know! Why don't we do that fantasy right now? It'll take a few minutes for my dick to rebound. Meanwhile, why don't you stand up at the blackboard and pretend you're lecturing to the class, naked with my cum dripping off your face?"

"Okay!" She got up and moved to the blackboard. She shook her head in wonder. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. I think YOU'RE the one with the dangerously vivid imagination, young man!"

Glory began teaching at the blackboard, making up insanely boring 'facts' that had Alan in stitches. "And in 1457, King Edmund the Unfortunate raised the land tax on the peasantry. The yeoman farmer was oppressed by the nobility until the reign of King Harold the Unready in 1459. King Harold's relationship with the church..."

Meanwhile, she wiggled her naked body around in very athletic and completely outrageous ways. It was almost as if she was playing an invisible game of Twister, but she always kept one hand pointing towards the chalkboard, even though there was nothing written on it.

This caused Alan's dick to revive quickly. He sat in the front row as if he were an eager and attentive pupil of her lecture, except that he was also naked and beating off furiously. She finished by doing the splits so dramatically that he wondered if she'd been a cheerleader or gymnast at some point. Then she rushed back to him and hugged him tightly, breathing heavily.

"I can't fucking believe you got me to do that," she said excitedly. "What if somebody saw me? Oh my God, the things you're making me do!"

"Me? I don't remember putting a gun to your head. Didn't you enjoy that?"

"Did I enjoy it? God yes, young man, God yes!"

They kissed again.

He raised his hand, even though she was surrounding him with her naked hug. "Ms. Rhymer?"

She slipped back into her teacher role, pretending to call on him. She pointed at his face from inches away. "Yes, Alan?"

"Teacher, I'm not sure I caught all that about King Ethelred, because I was kind of distracted by what you were doing. Can you repeat that part? And now this strange thing has sprouted between my legs! What does it mean?"

"Hmmm. Very serious, young man. I think I'm going to have to teach you some basics of human anatomy tomorrow. I think we'll enjoy that. But first we need to get rid of this 'strange thing' of yours. I know I'm going to enjoy this even more!" She dropped to the floor and pulled his dick into her mouth.

Alan said while she sucked, "Honestly, I will never, ever look at anyone lecturing at a blackboard in the same way again!"

She chuckled even as she kept his dick deep in her mouth. It was such a deep lunge that she was flirting with deep throating him already.

"The next time I see you teaching in front of the class I know the only thing I'll be able to think about is you naked and doing the splits on the same spot," he said.

She popped his boner out of her mouth to say, "Well then, young man, we'll just have to do more fantasies here so you don't get hung up on just that one."

He grinned. "Hmmm. I like that logic."

She gobbled his cock again. It went deeper and deeper in long strokes. Each one went from having his dick nearly out of her mouth to having his pubic hair nearly tickling her nose. She wanted to go all the way with it, so at the end of an out stroke she pulled off all the way and asked, "I'm ready for some deep throating; are you?"

It was a joke since she'd been deep throating him for a while already.

He replied, "Are you kidding me? That's one question you should always know the answer to. However, let's wait a couple minutes before you do that again. I was on the verge before you even came back here and started sucking. Let me pleasure you a bit to keep you going. Then, when we do it, we can really do it right."

That's just what they did. Alan played with Glory's clit and generally roamed his hands all over her while he waited for his prick to recover.

Thanks to his pause and the fact that he'd cum once already a short time earlier, he was able to experience the unimaginable pleasure of a Gloria Rhymer deep throating for more than five minutes before he finally had to give up his load. Glory had a remarkable ability to keep him deep inside her mouth without breathing for almost a minute at a time, doing all kinds of things to his cock all the while.

Alan could hardly believe this woman strutting around naked at the front of the classroom and sucking him so deep was the same woman he had thought so prudish these past three-plus years. In fact, she wasn't prudish at all, as her surfing persona had hinted, but he'd had no basis for knowing what she was like when not behaving as a teacher.

As he left, she kept joking about not putting her clothes back on. She repeatedly pretended that someone from the next class had walked in, after which she stood, naked and surprised, as she had an imaginary conversation with the student while more students entered the room.

They both enjoyed it. It made Alan wonder whether Glory might have an exhibitionist streak, or if she was like him: happy to do it as a fantasy but scared shitless to do it in real life.

Katherine meanwhile had a very ordinary school day, even though there was a football game to root for. She wore her cheerleader outfit through all her classes as she did every game day, but she was back to wearing panties just like all the other cheerleaders. It seemed disappointing and boring compared to all the fun she'd had the week before. But that's the way Heather wanted it, so no one dared complain.

Chapter 2

Back at the Plummer home, Suzanne and Susan had a serious talk while they did their morning pre-workout stretching exercises.

Susan was initially very excited. The first thing she said was, "Suzanne, it happened to me too! Last night! I understand how you felt when Tiger wrote 'I love you' on your back with pre-cum, and all that!"

She embraced her friend, and said, "Do you know what he said to me? He said - and this is a direct quote, since I memorized it: 'I love you so much. You're in my thoughts every single minute of the day, either consciously or unconsciously. Just the knowledge that you're nearby gives me confidence and lifts my feet as I walk. I really mean that.' Isn't that just the sweetest, most wonderful thing anyone has ever said, ever?"

Suzanne was a bit jealous to hear that, so she had a hard time getting very excited for her friend. As she went back to her stretching exercises, she said politely, "That's very nice. He really is a sweet one, isn't he? That's why I call him my Sweetie. So, did you suck him all night long as a big reward?"

"I wish! But that wasn't an option, with Ron sleeping down the hall. Besides, it wasn't like that. Sure, we were both horny, but it was a romantic thing. We kissed! And kissed and kissed!"

That made Suzanne even more envious, but she kept her feelings well hidden. She reminded herself that her ultimate scheme required sharing, so there was no place for jealousy or envy. She let Susan gush at great length about how "wonderful" and "considerate" Alan had been to her. But eventually the conversation shifted and they again discussed what Susan would do after Ron was gone.

At times like this when Susan wasn't in close proximity to her son's erection, she was full of remorse, guilt, and resolve to avoid such 'immoral' behavior. Her recent "nightmare" still weighed heavily on her, as did her most recent vow not to fool around with Alan. Perhaps surprisingly, the loving, romantic high that she was feeling toward her son didn't impact her determination to hold to her vow.

Even Suzanne could only sway Susan so much when she was like this. However, the good thing about Susan's vow was that it was vague. She'd promised herself to stay away from Alan for a few days until she could sort out her feelings and firmly establish boundaries. Suzanne's goal was to make those "few days" very few indeed. She was confident that vow would be forgotten just like Susan's other recent vows about Alan had been. She figured the vow wouldn't last more than a few hours after Ron was gone, and he was supposed to leave later in the day.

Susan had something else she was excited to share. "Suzanne, you won't believe it. I have a big secret, a fun secret, but I can't tell you what it is!" She was thinking about the photo session with Brenda the previous night.

That got Suzanne's attention. "What?! Susan, you can't say that! I thought we shared everything!"

"We do. And don't worry, I'll tell you soon. But before I do, there's something I need to get." She wanted the nude pictures of Brenda in hand to really wow Suzanne with her clever scheme. She wasn't the scheming type, but she felt like this one time she'd even out-schemed Suzanne.

"What do you mean?!"

"You'll see. Probably later today. To give you a hint, it has to do with Brenda."

Suzanne was on edge. "What about Brenda?! Did you talk to her yesterday? Did you see her? Talk to me! Please!"

But Susan was mum. Suzanne tried to beg, cajole, and plead, but Susan wouldn't say any more.

Eventually, they went back to their morning exercises.

Once they were done, they discussed Susan's late night "tuck-in" some more. Susan had a happy memory of that, since she'd shared a loving moment with her son while resisting touching his cock - for the most part.

Suzanne was able to build off that. She didn't directly push Susan to help with more handjobs and blowjobs. Instead, they discussed how to further "sex things up" and give more visual stimulation. She pointed out that it would be easier for him to reach or even exceed his daily target if it was easier for his penis to get hard and stay hard.

Susan was heartily in favor of that goal. She salivated just thinking about it.

From there the conversation turned to fashion and what exactly to wear to inspire Alan. Suzanne was once again able to use her greater fashion experience to make concrete suggestions on how Susan should dress in a more boner-inducing manner. It was hard to believe that Susan had been screaming at Suzanne for playing with Alan by her pool just two days earlier, because now they were back to being the closest of friends.

After Suzanne went back home, Susan was left at loose ends for a while. Ron was at his office doing some last-minute things, and Alan and Katherine weren't due home for a couple of hours. Meanwhile, all their talk about inspiring Alan's erection and taking off and putting on sexy clothes had left Susan in a horny mood.

Under normal conditions she would have just gone to her bedroom or shower to masturbate. But on Tuesday, Suzanne had introduced her to the erotic story "Mom's Gotta Have Her Son's Big Cock," and Susan was eager to read it again. She took off her clothes, sat down in front of the computer in the den, and managed to climax several times as she read.

She loved the story so much that when she finished it she was tempted to read it again immediately. But she figured she did need to take care of some errands. Besides, she'd read it three times so far. She wondered if there were other stories like it that she could read, but she was reluctant to search the Internet herself, since she figured there were all kinds of "yucky" things out there. Instead she resolved to ask Suzanne for more stories as soon as she had a good chance.

With Suzanne gone and her porn reading done for the time being, Susan stayed busy cleaning the house. She was vacuuming the living room when she got a call from Brenda.

After the usual pleasantries, Susan asked, "So how did the pictures turn out? When will you be coming by? I can't wait to see them."

Brenda's voice turned sad, which was an ominous sign. "That's what I'm calling about. I'm not so sure if I should bring them by later, or at all."

"What?! What are you talking about?!"

"I'm sorry, it's just ... I'm having serious doubts about what we did last night. And not just that, but everything Alan-related that's happened in the last few days. I mean, Susan, I don't blame you, or Suzanne, or him. The problem is me! I've been acting like a crazy woman. All my wisdom and self-restraint have just flown out the window. I've been acting like a brainless idiot, letting my lust run wild and control me. It's got to stop!"

But that's the whole point and idea! Susan wanted to bellow into the phone. You're supposed to let your lust run wild and take control of you! However, she couldn't say that to Brenda, at least not yet. Instead, she complained, "Whatever ARE you talking about?! That's so untrue! You lacked wisdom before, not now. This is the smartest thing you've done in a long time. Think about it. You said you've been unhappy and dissatisfied for years and years. Haven't you been having the time of your life these last few days?"

"Yes, but ... it's reckless, foolish fun. It's not sustainable. I'm setting myself up to get hurt. Susan, I'm not and can't be just another one of Alan's big-titted cheerleaders! I'm a mature woman with a teenage son. I have lots of prospects, lots of opportunities. I've been thinking about it since last night. Now that my divorce is imminent, the world is my oyster. I could go after any man I want. I could move to L.A. and pursue a famous Hollywood star, even, if that's what floats my boat. With my looks, don't you think I'd find success with that?"

"Well..." Susan couldn't deny it. "Maybe so. But what's fame? You've already made the mistake of going after the rich and powerful types - twice. Is that really what you want again?"

That hit home for Brenda. "Actually, no. But I'm just saying I could. I can do MUCH, MUCH better than a kid still in high school who's taken like eight times over already. Sheesh! I hardly even know him! He's just a symbol of my ideal man. He's not really real."

Susan said testily, "I can assure you he's very real!"

"For you, yes, but not for me. Our situations are very different. I really must have been temporarily insane these past few days. I mean, last night, I shamelessly posed for you while you took hundreds of pictures of my completely naked body, all for a BOY! A mere BOY! And I barely even know him! What was I THINKING?! UGH!"

Susan spoke calmly, from the heart. "I'll tell you what you were thinking. Don't you remember how GOOD it felt? That curious mixture of intense arousal and humiliation? That delicious feeling of being thoroughly dominated? He wasn't there, he didn't even know it was happening, but even still the mere thought of him was making you act like a shameless slut! One of HIS shameless sluts!"

There was a long pause. Then Brenda quietly whispered, "Fuuuuck!" Clearly, Susan's words were having an effect. "Um, pardon my language."

Emboldened, Susan continued, "Don't worry about it. Now, think about the night before, at the poker game. Didn't Alan show you that he's not just another guy? Don't you remember the private conversation you had with him?"

Brenda gasped in alarm, as if her darkest secret had been revealed. "No! Not that! Please don't mention that!"

"But I have to! Think about how he made you feel. Think about the things he said to you. It obviously affected you strongly. What did he say to you exactly, anyway?" Susan already knew some of what had been discussed, but she had to play ignorant.

"He ... he ... he told me about the kind of man I needed, in order to feel truly satisfied. It was HIM! He's that man! Then, then - and this is the worst - he told me all the things he'd do to me if I belonged to him! Sex things! Nasty, naughty, incredible things!"

"Like what?"

"Please, don't make me say them!"

"Brenda, it's important! It sounds like you're trying to make a decision here while ignoring certain facts."

Brenda was breathing heavily as she remembered. "Okay. Okay, already. Suffice to say ... Oh, Gaawwwd! Basically, he'd have his total way with me! I'd have to serve his cock in every way possible! Treat him like lord and master! He'd fuck my mouth, my tits, my cunt - everything! Whatever he wanted, whenever he wants, because all I can do is obey!"

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Oh GOD! Please! Don't ask me that!"

"But I am."

"UNGH! HRRRNG! So, so GOOOOOD! I'm getting so HOOORNY, just thinking about it! And then, when I think about the way he looked at me, seeing right through me ... tearing my clothes off ... I'd do ANYTHING for him! ANYTHING! And I'd love it!"

Susan asked with genuine confusion, "He tore your clothes off? Sounds like fun! But I don't remember that at all!"

"Not literally, no. But he did with his eyes! I would have! I would have torn them off myself, if he'd just said the word!"

Hearing that, Susan lowered the boom. "And yet you're having doubts about all that? Brenda, what's wrong with you? What would you rather have happen to you? Would you rather find another steady, boring, safe husband like the last two and live a steady, boring, safe life? Let's say your new husband is handsome, sexy, well-hung, smart, rich, fun, and maybe even famous to boot. But he's not Alan. He doesn't know what you REALLY need and desire like Alan does. It's all VERY safe."

Brenda was silent, but she was listening intently.

"Or, if you're lucky, you could become one of Alan's many big-titted sluts. Life would be hard. Humiliation? Frequent. Nudity? Frequent too. Choking and bobbing on his big fat cock would be your lot in life, often in front of others. You'd basically be one of his sex toys, constantly fighting for his attention over all his other gorgeous women. Frankly, you might not even see him that much, and when you did you'd generally be on your knees, sucking and feasting and bobbing on his thick cock-meat like your life depended on it! He'd cum on your face and then maybe even make you lick his cum off MY face! Like I said, it's a hard life. So which would you choose?"

A tormented Brenda whined, "Susan, please! Don't make me choose!"

"But you have to!"

There was a long pause. Brenda hadn't mentioned it to Susan, but she was sitting in front of her computer, looking at the photos Susan had taken of her the previous night. She was lingering over one of her favorites, where Susan had encouraged her to strike yet another provocative pose while pretending she was giving Alan a blowjob. So much damn talk about blowjobs. Would I even really enjoy giving one? I doubt it; I never have before. But then again, it's not about my pleasure; it's about HIS pleasure. Even if I don't enjoy it, I'd get a certain amount of satisfaction just from knowing that I'm the one that's doing it for him.

Dammit, listen to me! I sound like I've been brainwashed or something. But ... when I look at this photo, and others like it ... how can I not explore that side of life? It's calling for me ... Such a powerful craving ... I can't resist! It's time I finally do something purely selfish, for ME! To find out how truly great my pleasure can be!

She finally responded, "Well, if you put it like that, of course I'm going to pick Alan! It's hardly even a choice! That sounds too thrilling to be believed! But maybe Suzanne's right. Maybe there are other men out there like him, men who can make me feel like he does. There have to be! Right? I can use part of my ample resources to find them. I've been thinking: I can find someone like Alan, but even BETTER! Mainly, someone I don't have to share with a whole bunch of other women. I can have him all for myself!"

Susan said dourly, "You know it doesn't work like that."

"Why not?!"

"If there's another man out there with Alan-like sexual prowess and abilities, he's not going to have just one woman. Would you even respect him if he did?"

"Well..."

"Think about it. How could he dominate you properly? If you're his only lover, or even his wife, you can use all the manipulative tricks you used on your previous husbands: deny him sex if he doesn't do exactly what you want, pout and ignore him until he buys you gifts, and all that jazz."

Brenda realized that Susan was right. She didn't want to go back to a relationship like the marriage she was getting out of, even though she'd often gotten her way. She pointed out, "I could just avoid using those techniques."

"Sure, you say that now, but they're way too tempting. We all use whatever leverage we have to get what we want. That's basic human nature. Except in your case, what you think you want and what you REALLY want deep, deep down are two different things. Now that you've seen Alan and you know the lifestyle he represents, how can you settle for a man who's only capable of satisfying one woman? A gorgeous woman like you - don't you deserve the best of the best, a man who controls MANY other women who are just as impressive as you are?"

There was a long pause. Brenda thought, That does sound hot. Seriously hot! Now that I've found a man like Alan who really does control a de facto harem of women just as stunning as I am, how could I ever settle for an ordinary man?

Brenda continued to stare at the picture on her computer screen of herself giving a pretend blowjob. Even as we speak, Alan is probably getting his cock sucked by some buxom stunner. I want to be a part of that. How could I settle for less?! Finally, she said, "Damn. I shouldn't talk to you. It's dangerous! How can you say those things? It's like you know what I want better than I do!"

With surprising authority and confidence, Susan replied, "That's because I do. I'm realizing we're very similar in many ways. I haven't been living my new lifestyle for that long yet, but I've given it a lot of thought. I've done a great deal of soul searching while trying to tackle my moral issues. So it's easy: all I have to do is speak to you as if I were speaking to a doubtful me. If I could speak to the doubtful me of a few weeks ago, I'd say, 'Don't chicken out! It's great now, but it gets even better, much better! The things you now think are bad are actually good.' For instance, the sharing. That still rankles me a lot, but at the same time, sharing the whole experience with Suzanne is half the fun!"

There was another long pause before Brenda said, "Boy, you've given me a lot to think about. But I don't know. I just don't know. For one thing, even if I want Alan, will he want me? You told me yesterday that it's a long shot at best."

"Yes, that's true. I'm not going to sugar-coat it for you. But you don't strike me as a quitter. If you don't at least try, then you'll always be asking yourself: 'What if?' 'What might have been?'"

Brenda sighed. "Damn. You oughta get into sales. You're pretty damn persuasive."

"Only for what I believe in passionately. I've recently woken from my long slumber and discovered the joy of living. I want to see the same thing happen to you."

"I want that too! But it seems such a strange way to go. Is this really the way forward? Why do I have these strange feelings, these strange desires? Why can't I be normal, and just be happy with a normal guy? Susan, I'm going to need to think this over for a while. The pictures will have to wait until I get my head on straight."

"Fair enough. Take all the time you need. But I'm curious: how did the pictures turn out? Do they look good?"

Brenda brightened. She smiled wickedly as she clicked forward through more of the photos on her screen. "They look great! Soooo sexy and naughty! I know you're not exactly a professional photographer, but with these pictures it sure seems like you are." Her tone turned glum. "But that's part of the problem too."

"What do you mean?"

Brenda remained fully clothed, but she was so hot and bothered that she pinched her nipples through her clothes. "I mean, when I look at myself in those pictures, I can see the fire in my eyes. The lust, the burning lust! I think about how I felt when the picture was taken, and I get all horny again!"

Susan chuckled. "How is that a bad thing?"

Brenda chuckled a little bit too. "Okay, maybe it's not totally bad. But still. Looking at my future, each option is scarier than the next. I'm almost more afraid of success than failure! For instance, what if I jump through all these hoops and get Alan to want me, and then I find his lifestyle isn't all it's cracked up to be? What if I don't even like giving a blowjob that much?"