Back in front of the Plumr house, Alan escorted Glory to the family car where it was parked on the street, and opened the door for her like a gentleman.
The car ride back to Glory's apartnt was almost as quiet as the car ride from her place, but the feeling this ti was completely different. On the trip before, negative feelings had been palpably swirling between them, but now there was no anger or hurt feelings. The silence was only because Glory was awhirl with her emotions and lost in her own thoughts.
As she looked out the window at the houses going by, she thought, Alan's ho life is almost nothing like I thought it would be. Such a big and nice house, for one thing. And when it cos to the won, I have to admit that I was expecting sothing more, well, coerced, maybe. Although that isn't really the word I'm looking for. I'd assud he had steamrollered over everyone else with his sexual prowess, like the unstoppable force he sotis is with . The alpha male lording over his pack and all that.
But it wasn't that way at all. If anything, I got the sense that the won are more in charge than he is! Especially Suzanne. What a woman - talk about unstoppable forces! Alan's just too nice and considerate to be a real alpha-male type. He seems more like just a normal guy who sohow fell into a really extraordinary situation.
But the main thing is I saw so much love. It's like everyone there is as excited as newlyweds. That intimidates . How can I compete with all that love? But at least it's hard to stay mad about the incest when there's so much heartfelt emotion behind it and it's not JUST so perverted sex thing. The sacrifice Katherine was willing to make almost made cry too.
Still, where's the room for ? I can't possibly pretend he'd leave those four just to be with . They're all fused together, and nobody can separate them for all the tea in China. You can see it in the little things - the casual touches, the reassuring smiles, the way they're at ease when they're close to each other. The five of them have been together for nearly two decades now. There's no way I could ever be a part of them; there's no way I could ever accept rely being one woman in a harem. That's just not right! This is not the Middle Ages!
She turned and looked at Alan as he drove. But my young man here is just so adorable. It's not just his sexual prowess, although I have to admit that certainly helps a lot. I think I was in love with him even before I knew how good he was in bed. Oh my God, I think I really was! I have to admit he was daydream fantasy material for even back when I thought he was a virginal nerd. Damn! Those were the days. He was hunky, but yet so endearingly clueless about won. I wanted to be the one to take his virginity and teach him to be a man, at least in my dreams... God, that seems like eons ago already!
He's so different now. He would sure make a perfect husband despite our age difference. But what about the others? How on Earth can I share him with them and not hate myself? Today hasn't solved anything for . I'm just as torn as ever!
When the car ride began, Glory had a wistful and thoughtful expression on her face. But as the minutes passed, she started looking more and more pensive. She wanted to resolve things one way or another, but she didn't know how. Okay, I can handle the incest, I think. If I were to never actually see it happen, I could just kind of pretend it didn't exist since it's clear that there's so much love there. But the sharing! The sharing! I just can't share! It's bad enough sharing him with those high school hotties he's got, but his family won are all so close that it's clear I'll never be higher than number five in his heart, at best! And I don't even know all his sex partners. It could be number seven or eight, for crying out loud! I'd have to be insane to have anything to do with him. I just HAVE to say no. I have to!
They finally arrived in front of Glory's apartnt building. There was an empty parking space right in front, so Alan parked the car in it and killed the engine. He'd been sneaking peeks at Glory as much as he could while still being a safe driver, and he was alard at the change that had co over her since they'd left the house. He thought he could see a hardening of her position to break things off with him as her face grew grimr, and he felt helpless to stop it. They just sat there in the car for a minute or more, with Glory seemingly completely lost to her thoughts.
Finally, he said, "Can I walk you to your apartnt?"
She replied, "That would be nice," but it still seed like she was far away ntally.
He walked around the car and opened her door. As he took her hand, he said, "Here, let help you with your overcoat."
She woke from her dreamy mood enough to notice that he was still holding her overcoat. She said, "Nah. I'm not going to feel ashad. If you would carry it, that would be nice."
He nodded. Then he gallantly led her to the elevator.
She still seed lost in her thoughts, because she was. But she wasn't too worked up because she assud that she couldn't make up her mind, and the state of their relationship would remain in limbo to be dealt with another day.
But the tension for him was nearly unbearable. He thought this was it, the make it or break it mont. He wanted to say sothing before letting her go, but he didn't know what to say.
Glory's apartnt was several floors up and the usual way to get there was by elevator. After Alan hit the button for the elevator lift, the two of them just stood there. The silence between them was deafening.
Finally, he asked, "Glory?"
She turned and looked in his face.
It was tough for him to look her in the eyes, and it would have been so much easier to talk while staring at the floor, but he successfully managed to keep his eyes level with hers. He had no idea what he was going to say except for so vague notion that he had to make it clear to Glory that they were better off without each other.
He said, "Glory, I love you. I know, after what you saw at my house today, you probably can't believe that. You're thinking that if I love them so much, how can I possibly have any love left over for you? I know it seems crazy and impossible, but I do. But I also can see from your eyes that your feelings for are causing you a lot of pain. You're stuck between a rock and a hard place. You've got your job to worry about and so many things. I guess... I think I - I'm no good
for you."
The elevator made a "bing!" sound as it finally arrived and the elevator doors opened. But neither of them paid it any mind.
Alan continued, "I really respect that you're a one man kind of woman and expect a one woman kind of man. I wish so much that I could be that man for you, but you've seen how it is for at ho. We all need each other there. I know you can't accept that, and you shouldn't have to accept that. It's really strange, immoral, and downright illegal. So the best thing for both of us is if I just back away, right now, and back out of your life forever."
He had been looking earnest and emotive, but it was a big surprise to both him and Glory when he suddenly started sobbing. The elevator doors closed again and the elevator remained empty and wasn't going anywhere since no one else was around to summon it.
He buried his face in his hands and bawled for a few painful monts, but, with a powerful and willful struggle, he rapidly pulled himself together. He still cried so, but he was able to keep looking at her and carry on with his plea. "I'm sorry. This is tough for ." He tried to wipe his face dry, but the tears kept coming. "It's just that I love you, but I, I don't want you to..." He sniffled and wiped his nose.
She was silent but staring at him intently. Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks too.
He continued, "As I was saying, you're better off without . I respect and admire you so much. I don't want you to be hurt. It hurts to see you like this, hurts so much! I can't stand it! It's not right!"
He wiped his still flowing tears on his jacket sleeve. "I should just be a student in your class, and that's all. Maybe, maybe I'll be sitting there in the front row sotis and imagining what might have been between us - I can't help from doing that. But that's all. Not friends! I thought and hoped we could be friends, but I think that would just be too painful for . For us. Maybe soday, but not now, not soon. I've gotta go. I love you, Glory. I love you so much! Go, have the life you deserve; steer clear of . I'm no good for you! I'll see you on
Monday!"
He had been repeatedly wiping his cheeks as he talked, but it was a losing battle. And as he finished talking, he lost his composure altogether as he started to stagger away from her, his whole body wracked with painful sobs. He'd had no idea he was going to get so carried away when he started, but he was swept away in a flash flood of heartfelt emotion. He didn't an to cry and there was no deliberate emotional manipulation in the crying; he just couldn't hold back.
He staggered away, crying so hard that he could barely see where he was going. But he didn't get far. After taking only a couple of steps, he felt sothing tight around his neck holding
him back.
He looked down and saw his necktie taut and sticking straight out to his left side. His eyes followed his tie back to a pair of hands, Glory's hands. He looked up from where she held him back by his tie until his eyes lit upon her shining tears.
She looked stern despite her wet cheeks. When she'd made eye contact with him, she said in a tough, no nonsense tone, "Where do you think you're going, young man?"
He was honestly confused. "What do you an? I just explained. We're no good for each other! You know it, and I know it. I've gotta go!" He tried to walk away, but she still held him firmly by his tie, so he wasn't going anywhere.
His confusion only grew as she continued to stare at him with a hard look while drawing his face closer to hers by pulling harder on his tie. The tears were flooding her face and he desperately wanted to comfort her and wipe them away, but he felt he should not.
She broke eye contact to look at the elevator. The doors were closed, but she hit the button
and they opened up right away.
Glory turned back to face him, and her voice hardened with forceful determination. "You're coming in, young man." There was a short pause. "You're cumming in !"
Before he could fra a coherent reply or even really ntally absorb what that ant, he found himself yanked by his tie into the elevator as she stepped into it. The elevator doors
closed behind him.
She finally let go of his tie, but closed the remaining distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. Her purse, the flowers he'd given her, and her overcoat all lay forgotten on
the floor.
He was paralyzed and dumbfounded. His tears had stopped flowing, as had hers, but both of their faces were wet. He could tell she was positioning herself for a big kiss, but before she could, he said, "Glory, this is wrong! I just want what's best for you. I'm no good for you. I'm a
walking disaster!"
Her lips relentlessly drew closer to his, but as he finished saying that, she paused with her mouth just inches from his. She smirked. "I know. But you're MY walking disaster!" Finally, their lips touched. From the very start, their kiss channeled so much pent-up emotion
between them that their lips practically shot off electric sparks. Both of them had been eyeing each other with lust yet also with a "what might have been" wistfulness for the last two hours, and all that feeling coursed through their kiss.
Even as their tongues dueled, their hands were all over each other too. There were efforts to
take clothes off, but both of them were too frantic to be thodical enough to actually get
much off.
He found both his hands cupping the fullness of her breasts. A surge of possessive feeling
raged inside him as he grasped them firmly. These are mine! Mine! He had no idea what their relationship would be even an hour from now, much less a day, but at this mont she was his and he was hers and that was all that mattered.
She managed to free his erection and hold it with one hand as the kiss went on and on, but other than that her efforts centered on the kiss. She was the one in the driver's seat since he
was still recovering from the shock. She slowly pushed him across the elevator until he was pinned against a wall, and still their lips didn't part for even a second.
After a while, Alan started to feel worried about breathing. Glory seed determined to kiss
him to death because she showed no hint of wanting to end the kiss any ti soon. He was forced to think less about his pleasure and more about breathing through his nose, just so he wouldn't pass out.
Yet the frantic passion didn't ebb; it only grew. She attacked him hungrily with her roving
fingers and tongue, and he fought back with his own assault on her body as he got over his shock. The tempo and intensity went up and up, even though, objectively speaking, they were doing nothing more than French kissing and so pretty aggressive fondling over their
clothes.
All of a sudden, her body froze, and then trembled.
He was experienced enough to know the signs and realize she'd climaxed. He was ready and
grasped her tightly as her knees gave out and her whole body turned to mush. That finally
ended the kiss.
She molded herself to his body as she panted in recovery. "Wow, I've never cum from just a kiss," she said quietly, more to herself than to him.
As they just held onto each other, he asked her, "What are we doing? Is this right? Where do
we go from-"
He was silenced as she raised a hand to his face and put a finger over his lips. "Shhhh! Talk
later. Joy now."
Her body started to slide down, and he redoubled his efforts to hold her up until he realized
that she wanted to slide down.
He let go and looked around. He noticed that although the elevator doors were closed, the
elevator still hadn't started moving. He hit the button for the fourth floor (since that was her floor), and he worried about people walking in on them.
His erection was already out and pressed between the two of them, but her hands found it
again as she fell to her knees.
He knew what was coming next and very much wanted it, but he still felt unsettled about
where they stood. He felt the gentlemanly thing to do was resist and not let her get carried away by montary passions she'd regret later. He started to say, "But Glory-" "Shush!" she said as she made herself comfortable on her knees with his cockhead inches
from the tip of her nose. "Things'll work out. Don't worry about that today. You gave a great cum and now it's payback ti! I have to have you NOW!"
The elevator ca to a stop at the fourth floor right as she finished saying this. The elevator
doors opened onto the hallway on the floor where she lived. Since he happened to be backed up against a side wall, anyone looking into the elevator would have seen a revealing profile of Glory in her fancy dress on her knees with her tongue extending out towards Alan's shaft. As it happened, there was no one there, but Glory was so consud by her passion that she
wouldn't have stopped even if there was. She didn't even look to see if she was being watched before she leaned forward, yanked down his pants with both hands, and took his rising erection into her salivating mouth.
He felt more than a little awkward standing there with his erection jutting out for anyone to
see, looking through the elevator door down the hallway where she lived. True, he'd done things like have sex with Heather in the school parking lot, but he'd been frightened out of his mind the whole ti. Sex in a public place increased his sexual excitent a lot, but he had so much sexual excitent in his life already that he didn't need to go out of his way doing risky things to get even more.
But before he could say sothing to Glory or even reach out and hit the button to close the
elevator door, his cock was enveloped by her mouth, and then the sensations were so extre that he was rendered incapable of saying or doing anything. For one thing, his erection didn't simply go in her mouth. It went in and kept going, and going, and going. In one slow motion, she deep throated him all the way to the root. That felt so fantastic, words couldn't even begin to describe his ecstasy. But she was only getting started. True, the way she started tugging on his balls was delightfully painful, and her lips did wondrous things even way down at the root of his cock, but it was her tongue that turned him into a helpless blob of jelly. While her throat acted as a
second vagina and kept his erection firmly in place, her tongue started dancing all around him with phenonal speed. It seed as if her tongue wasn't even attached to the rest of her, but danced around his erection like so kind of hyperactive hummingbird attacking a flower
from all sides.
He thought, Hooooooooly fuck! Oh man, if I can last one whole minute under this onslaught of pleasure, it'll be a miracle!
He didn't get his miracle. She wanted him to cum, NOW, and she would not be denied. Once she got going with her one-of-a-kind "four in one" deep throats, using her throat, hands, lips, and tongue all together to devastating effect, the best his PC muscle control could do was delay climax by a matter of seconds, not minutes.
But when the climax ca, what a satisfying climax it was, for both of them. His dick was
buried in her face so deeply that it seed like he was depositing his cum directly into the furthest depths of her belly, and in fact that wasn't too far from the truth. The room seed to spin as each jet of sen blasted down her ravenous swallowing gullet. Glory, anwhile, was so keyed up that she ca in sync to him. She didn't even touch her
own privates; just the thrill of getting him off by milking him with her throat and everything else she could do pushed her over the edge with him.
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