Alan's fourth-period class, which was taught by Glory, seed quite strange.
In the middle of a lecture, she suddenly announced a surprise test in the form of an in-class essay. The students would have to spend the rest of the class writing an answer to a question she posed.
Alan suspected that she had thought up the test and made up the question on the spot.
Then she got up to leave, saying that she'd be back shortly. On her way out, she stopped by his desk and slipped him a note she'd just written during the first couple of minutes of their essay assignnt. It read,
My dear favorite Young Man,
This is incredibly dangerous writing you a note like this; our affair is probably going to get fired. But that just makes all the more aroused! Crazy, huh? I got so horny looking at you and thinking about what we're going to do during lunch that I can't take it anymore. I have to go fuck myself in the bathroom right now or else I'm liable to start fingering myself in class, right in front of everyone! I started thinking what if I just pretend to be scratching an itch between my legs, maybe no one will notice. I almost did it, too, standing in front of the blackboard, and only refrained because I knew that once I started touching myself down there I wouldn't be able to stop! Stop the next ti you see starting to do sothing crazy in class like that, please!
I'm going to go take the edge off with a couple of climaxes. Know that while you write your essay, I'm in a bathroom stall down the hallway with my skirt hiked up and my fingers deep in my vagina, thinking only of you. I want you to fuck . Hard. For the whole forty minutes of lunch. Drill ! Every single mont that you can! Get ready to whip your clothes off in record ti, because I want your monster teacher-pounder to be in by the ti the last student closes the door. Good luck finishing your essay while you think about all that, tee hee hee!
I'm so ready for this interminable class to be over. If you even think about running off to your cheerleader friends today, I'm going to have to strangle you to death with my bare hands, and I'm only half kidding. You're making crazy with lust!
Please utterly destroy this note. I think eating it as soon as you've read it isn't too extre a safety precaution. I only wish you could join in the ladies room right now, but don't!
Love,
Glory
Alan looked around and noticed with relief that everyone was so busy with their tests that they didn't even notice he'd been handed a note. He pondered what a huge scandal it would be if anyone else had read it. He thought, Dang, that's pretty intense. How do I have this effect on won? I don't understand. Up until a few weeks ago, I had trouble getting anyone to even look my way.
He tried to get back to work. But needless to say, he had trouble finishing his essay. All he could think about was Glory jilling herself in the bathroom at that very mont.
But by and by, he began to think about tangential things. Not only did the note arouse him, it also made him wonder if Glory might not be getting too excitable and possessive.
In the end, he switched from writing about the assigned topic to writing about all the things he was going to do to Glory at lunch. As soon as he made the change, his stalled pen started to fly across the page. He figured that she'd get a kick out of reading it later.
He actually didn't eat the note, but he tore it into tiny pieces and flushed it down the toilet when he excused himself for a bathroom break not long before the period ended.
Finally, the end of class ca. Glory and Alan waited until the last student closed the door, and then Alan went to lock it. He started fumbling with his clothes, but Glory just sat back in her chair, seemingly in no hurry at all.
The first words he said were, "Aren't you gonna get naked? Like the note said?"
She chuckled. "That was before I got off in the bathroom. Three tis, actually. I'm much better now. I have my self control back. If you would have caught fifteen minutes ago, I would have promised you anything and worshipped your cock like it was the god of a new religion. But now that we're all relaxed..."
"Hey. You're relaxed. I'm still bursting with cum." He finished taking his clothes off, despite her toying with him.
She smiled naughtily. "Correction. Now that I'm all relaxed, let's do this right. I'm up for playing a role-play. How about you?"
He groaned. He wanted instant relief, and this ant more delay. But he was always polite and anable, and role-plays with her were lots of fun. "Dang it. Okay, but let's make this quick. I'll play the naked student who sees his beautiful history teacher behind her desk and walks straight up to her and fucks her silly." He walked towards her, intent on carrying that out.
She laughed. "Very cute. Far too realistic though. Co up with sothing better."
He was miffed. She seems to think we have all the ti in the world. What's with her? Is this her way of reasserting herself after cravenly begging for cock on the phone over the weekend? That would make sense. But she can only have the control to do it if she gets off first. Grrr. Well, I'll show her a role-play!
"Okay, Glory. But you do as I say, and don't waste ti. First off, I'm gonna turn off the light and shut the blinds." He imdiately started doing so. "It's night ti. You've stayed extra late at school, grading papers. You went to your car, but it wouldn't start. There was no one around to help. So now you're walking ho. Get up and start walking."
She did so. She more or less walked in place, since there wasn't far to go in walking from one side of the classroom to the other. But she did make forward progress ever so slowly.
Alan anwhile continued letting down the Venetian blinds on all the windows, one by one. The room was becoming quite dark.
"Okay. Good," he said. "Unfortunately, you have to walk through a bad neighborhood to get ho. A very, very bad neighborhood. It's late. It's dark. You're scared. As you walk down a dark alley way, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You turn around, but there's no one there. The steps have stopped. But when you start up again, they start up too. You keep walking. The steps are coming closer. You stop again."
She actually stopped each ti he had her stopping in his narrative. She looked over her shoulder.
He was still pulling down blinds, but he finally finished. He rushed his naked body over towards her, but there was nowhere for him to hide in a wide-open room. She was past her desk by that point, more or less standing behind where she usually sat, so he crouched down and hid below the side of her desk.
He continued, "You start walking again now, but you're scared."
She spoke. "I am!"
"Good. The footsteps resu. They're coming closer. Closer." He stood up. Looking around for sothing to use, he grabbed a ruler off of the desk. Then he rushed behind her and drew the ruler across her neck. It had a tal edge on one side, and he put that edge up to her skin.
She shuddered when she felt the cold tal because she montarily thought he really did have a knife.
He whispered in a low and gravelly voice, "Lady, your money or your life!"
Glory was trembling, though he couldn't tell if it was acting or if he'd successfully set the scene. She whispered back, "Take what you want. Anything. Just don't hurt !"
He paused. He breathed down her neck. "Anything, huh?" He started to trace the shape of her collar bone with the edge of the ruler. His voice was gravelly and ugly, not gravelly and sexy like Suzanne's.
She shivered again. She was really getting into it.
"Hmmm. You're a pretty nice lookin' lady. Too bad you were walking down here. Almost makes think you were asking for it."
"For what?"
"To get raped. By a real nasty man." He suddenly dropped the ruler to just below her skirt and used it to pull the skirt up. Then, holding the skirt with a hand, he used the ruler to pull her panties down. He ripped the panties in the process, which he thought was an appropriate touch. Then he poked at her pussy with the ruler.
She gasped.
He felt around her crotch with his other hand, reaching through her legs.
"A-ha! You're wet. What kind of hussy would be wet from the instant a dirty man starts to touch her in a dark alleyway?" He sloshed his finger around her pussy lips - they were very wet indeed.
She made a signal with her hands and said, "Ti out. Alan, that's no fair. I was wet from before. I was soaked before we even started, just thinking what we'd do."
"But why are you flowing so freely right now? You're about as drippy as I've ever seen you." He diddled with her clit until she let out a tortured moan.
She protested, "But that's only because I know it's you and I'm not really being raped. I don't get turned on by rape. I'm a liberated woman."
He brought the ruler back up to her neck, only now it reeked of and dripped her pussy juices. "That may be. All I know is you can't say this isn't turning you on. The ti out is over."
He suddenly drew the ruler across her neck, pressing into her skin a little. She shuddered again, and he realized that she just ca.
He whispered right into her ear with his ugly voice, "Nice lady, I don't want your money. Or, I don't want just your money. I think I'll fuck you first. Then I'm going to take you back to the warehouse where my whole gang is going to fuck you silly. We're going to tie you up and drench you in cum. There's gonna be nasty n pounding into every hole all at once. You're going to be a sperm receptacle until you can't walk. Then we'll take your cum-glazed body and throw it into the street so other nasty n can find you and do the sa to you. If you're walking ho, expect it to take you a couple weeks of hard-core fucking before you get there."
Glory suddenly turned around, looked at him right in the eye, and said angrily, "Okay, young man, that's it! I've had enough!"
He wasn't sure what she ant. He wondered, Did I go too far? By using rape as a fantasy did I cross an uncrossable line of bad taste?
But it wasn't her intention to complain. She literally ripped her blouse open. Buttons went flying everywhere. Within seconds she had her skirt off and her bra off. Her sleeves and panty hose still remained only because she couldn't be bothered to take the ti to get them off. She said huskily, "Enough playing around. Fuck already, you nasty man! And don't lose the ruler!"
He roughly pulled her to the floor, and she wled with great pleasure as he did so. He growled, "Here ya go, nice lady! Take my big, fat, slly cock, because it's gonna fill your hole and then so!"
She cried, "No! Don't! NoooOOOOoooo!"
For once, he knew not to listen, and not stop. He pushed in deep, and fucked her hard and fast.
She replied with alternate cries of "Don't!" and then "Stop!" "Don't!" "Stop!" Eventually the thrusts were coming so fast that the don'ts and stops were blurring into each other. Finally, she was very clearly and deliberately yelling, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Alan in fact didn't stop. These fast, intense fucks were usually over quickly, but not this ti. He focused hard on not cumming and held out a remarkably long ti. It seed that, in what was still a fuck of less than ten minutes, he fucked her in every conceivable position. First he lay on top of her, then with barely a pause he flipped her over, then he pulled her up and bent her over her desk and fucked her doggy style. Then, dramatically, he swept the desk clean, laid her across it, draped her legs over each side and then fucked her there.
The entire ti, he remained in character, grunting and moaning with a low, nacing, and rough voice. As he picked up Glory and put her on her desk, he muttered, "Move it, pretty lady."
All of that caused her to let out whimpers and sighs of delight.
At one point, she suddenly exclaid, "Condom! Where's your condom?!"
"Oops."
"Don't 'oops' , young man. Luckily, I have so in my purse. Put one on and get back here. Hurry!"
"Dang." He really hated getting interrupted like that, but he put the condom on and then resud his thrusting.
When she got so excited that she started screaming loudly and piercingly, Amy-style, he clasped a hand over her mouth and muffled her cries. He realized with pleasure that not only was his action necessary to prevent their being found out, it was also in keeping with the role-play.
He literally fucked her backwards down the desk. They both ca in an Earth-shattering climax before she reached the other end of the desk.
Then they just lay in place on the desk, huffing and puffing for many minutes.
When they finished, the first thing she said was, "I always wanted to do that 'don't stop' thing. 'Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop. Don't stop! Don't stop!' But I never actually did, even with my boyfriend of more than two years. He would have found it childish. You, on the other hand, young man, make lose all my inhibitions. Whatever am I going to do with you?" She playfully traced her finger along his jaw.
Alan replied in his low rapist voice, "Sorry 'bout that lady. I'm sure we'll find 'em here in the alley sowhere. Now, speaking of missing, where did you put your purse? I still want your money."
She laughed and nudged him in the arm. "Curse you, young man. You just fuck too well and you're far too clever. I could never have imagined that you could equal our first fuck, but you just about did it. Damn! Not only did you knock my pencil sharpener to the floor and break it, but you ripped my blouse. Good thing I figured you'd do that one of these days and kept so spare clothes in my closet."
He just smiled while thinking, I ripped her blouse? Ha! Talk about instant revisionist history. He too was a bit surprised at how intense their love-making could get. She seed to bring sothing special out of him, and the role-plays helped a lot too.
As they sat in the afterglow, cradling each other in casual embrace, she comnted, "You realize I'll never look at THAT ruler in the sa way again, don't you? I'll have to get a new ruler that looks completely different from that one if I ever hope to teach with dry panties again. That one goes back to my apartnt. I may break it out from ti to ti for 'special assignnts,' if you know what I an."
He answered, "I actually know exactly what you an. I have an image of you standing in front of the classroom holding a ruler and stroking it up and down like you were jacking off a penis. That was just a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it's permanently burned into my brain forever. In fact, isn't it the sa ruler?"
She smiled in fond rembrance. "In fact, it is. This puppy definitely goes into the ruler hall of fa." She looked at the ruler, beaming.
But then she looked at him with concern. "But you ARE a bastard, you realize that? I was so keen on regaining so respect in your eyes after what you did to over the weekend. I had half a mind to spank you really hard today. That's what I fantasized about all last night. But then you had to have this rape role-play and expose as being even more beholden to your damn cock. That's just plain cruel."
"Sorry. I was just feeling pissed off all of a sudden and decided to run with the emotion. It really wasn't an intentional thing. I just want to have fun."
"Never you mind. But know that you have a surprise spanking in your very near future, young man." She winked. "I'm shocked at the things that you reveal are arousing . In this case I plead that it wasn't really the rape fantasy so much as knowing how you were going to blow my brains out with the way you fuck. And of course you did. But the good news is, we still have a goodly amount of ti left. I've got another surprise test for you. Show how good you are at licking a cunt. Three climaxes for your teacher is an A."
He saluted. "Yes, ma'am... Oh. By the way, you don't have to worry about running off to the cheerleaders anymore. I told Heather and her pals that my lunches will be spent only with you from now on. Turns out they pretty much guessed what we've been up to. I still denied everything. At least they've sworn to keep quiet." He bent down, ready to start licking.
But Glory held him back. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait one minute. How did they suspect?"
He had a hard ti coming up with an answer. But in the end he decided that with her job potentially on the line if she got found out, he needed to give her the whole truth. "It's kind of embarrassing. They seem to think that you're beautiful, and I like having sex with beautiful won, ergo, if you and I are alone it ans we're having sex. The flipside of the argunt is, what would a perpetually horny teenage boy rather do for lunch? Fuck cheerleaders silly or innocently grade papers?"
"That's it?" she asked.
"Yeah, that's it. They don't have any hard proof, so I'm going to keep stonewalling. Heather did claim to see lipstick on after coming from you, but that was a lie, I'm sure." He finished bending down and put his tongue to work.
Glory moaned "Oh, Alan!" in response to both his tongue finding her clit and the good news. But after the happy surprise wore off, she began to consider the implications. This is so dangerous. Now a bunch of young, gossipy girls could hold my career in their hands. Especially Heather. I know that Heather. She doesn't like to lose. I'll bet that she's going to strike back, and I'll naturally be in the sights of her guns. But I'm no pushover. Bring it on, baby, bring it on!
At that very mont, Heather stood outside the door to Glory's classroom. She had a cup up to the door, which allowed her to hear so of what was happening inside. Thanks to excellent soundproofing of the classrooms, she couldn't hear any of the words, and in fact she could barely hear anything at all. But from ti to ti she'd just barely catch what she guessed was the sound of a woman's scream.
She smiled smugly. A-ha! I was right. Naturally. I'm always right. And Alan obviously is the stud I said he was. If a woman is hot and he sees her, he's gonna be banging her over a table before too long.
Shit. It's going to be hard to keep that wandering cock all to myself. But I'm gonna do it or my na isn't Heather Morgan. Hee!
Had Heather been able to hear Glory's "Bring it on, baby" challenge, she would have looked her right in the eyes and replied, "Don't worry. I'll bring it on and then so. You're going down!"
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