6 Times a Day

When Alan woke, he realized that it was Monday morning and time to get ready for school. The day looked very promising for him. Not only was he extremely excited to see Glory again after the weekend, but he, Katherine, and Kim had another "S-Club meeting" planned after school.

He had a feeling his mother would want to help "make sure he used lotion," or Suzanne would help directly now that they were more out in the open with Susan about that, or both. But Ron was there at breakfast and Susan was unusually silent and poker-faced, so he didn't have a good read on how she felt after all that had happened the day before.

He didn't mind that much, though, since he'd had an unsettling dream which put him in a strange mood and he needed a little time to snap out of it. He couldn't remember what the dream had been about exactly, but he felt guilty for doing something wrong. He suspected it had something to do with his conflicted feelings about Ron.

Alan's classes seemed to drag especially slowly until he got to Glory Rhymer's fourth-period class. The supposed point of her "helping him out" was to cure his raging erection, partly so he could concentrate better, but the problem with that was that he wouldn't get that relief until after her class was over. So he sat in anticipation, with an erection seemingly hard enough to shatter diamond all throughout her class. The class could have been taught in Swahili for all he knew. He hadn't even worn underwear, certain of what would soon happen.

He had to continually shift his boner around in his outerwear shorts, where it was in constant danger of slipping out of them altogether since he was wearing rather short shorts. He was surprised that no one noticed. What luck! I'm in the front row so few people have a good view of my crotch, he realized.

But there was one person who had a very good view of that front-row crotch: his teacher Glory. She was in as much agony waiting for the class to end as he was, thanks to his constant hard-on. Soon she had to stop her lecture and give the students an in-class assignment, because she just couldn't focus anymore.

She tried very hard not to stare at Alan's crotch too much, fearing that other people would notice. She would look elsewhere for a few minutes and then reward herself with another glance at his blatant hard-on. She felt so horny that she raised her skirt up around her waist while sitting in her seat behind her desk. Only her panties stood between her and complete nakedness from the waist down. Meanwhile, her students, including Alan, remained completely unaware of her condition as they did their work in front of her.

For a while, she was content to stroke her pussy over her panties. But soon that wasn't enough. As she had been doing so often lately during her fourth-period class, she pulled her panties down so she could reach her crotch and began to slowly finger herself while pretending to write some notes.

Even as she furtively rubbed her slit, she thought, This is wrong. I'm wrong! I'm a bad person. I'm supposed to be teaching class, but all I can do is play with myself! But dammit, at least half of the blame should go to a certain young man sitting in the front row. I'm probably the only one who can see that he's got a friggin' baseball bat in his shorts! No, make that an entire tree trunk!

To think that as soon as class is over, I could have that thick pole in my mouth. Could? Hell, I WILL! God, I can't wait! The urge to lick my lips is almost impossible to resist, but my students might see me doing that! This is so fucked up. I have a boyfriend. Alan is MY STUDENT! I could get caught. He's just a kid. And yet, I can't stop myself! My pussy's on fire! But I HAVE to stop! What if I get so wet that people smell something funny? Okay, I'm just gonna rub myself a little bit more. Just a tiny bit, with the tip of my pen...

She ended up masturbating more than just "a little bit." However, she held back from cumming, for fear that it would be too obvious. That kept her exceedingly horny, and raring to have fun with her new lover.

Finally and mercifully for both Glory and Alan, the bell rang. Glory quickly and surreptitiously made herself presentable. Everyone else slowly filed out while Alan and Glory stayed in their seats and acted as if everything were normal.

When the last of the other students had gone, Glory got up and casually closed the door. "I fixed the lock over the weekend," she said.

The two just stood there, facing each other, seemingly frozen in place. Finally Alan said, "All clear?"

"All clear," she responded. No sooner did the words leave her lips than the two were all over each other like wild animals. They dropped to the floor in front of Glory's desk as they kissed with desperation.

"Careful with the buttons," Glory said as Alan practically tore her shirt off. She had spare clothes stored in her classroom just in case, but she hoped to wear the same clothes for the rest of the day. Her bra went next while she removed his T-shirt.

Their kissing and groping was frustrated by their simultaneous desire to shed clothes. Alan's shorts slid off easily enough, which only made it harder to get her skirt off, as her hands and attention had zeroed in on his boner, which she began to stroke rather than undressing further.

Finally she had to stand up momentarily to remove her skirt and panties, since she wanted to have that area completely free for Alan's gaze and play. "Remember, no sex," she said, as she separated from him briefly. "But everything else!", at which point she practically tackled him.

The two rolled around on the hard, cold tile floor, occasionally bumping into chairs. Glory held onto and rubbed Alan's dick as if her life depended on it, while Alan's hands focused on her ass. They had been so eager to get at each other that she was still panty-clad and her blouse was wide open but still loosely on her, but he didn't let that slow him down. He just reached inside wherever he liked, as if the panties and blouse weren't there.

Eventually she lay on top of him, and they kissed and groped some more. His extra inches of height put his cock nearly at the opening to her cunt. It practically begged to go the extra few inches and enter her warm tunnel.

He managed to get an arm between their bodies and began to fondle her clit. A nearly magnetic attraction seemed to drive his penis and her pussy closer and closer together...

Suddenly, she jumped up as if someone had yelled "FIRE!" She fell back towards her desk while panting heavily.

"What?" he asked, sitting up. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Nope, you're doing everything too right!" she panted. "You're pretty good for a teenager! Let's just take it easy for a minute, or we'll be fucking like rabbits and will still be going when the fifth-period class begins!"

He thought, I'm not exactly opposed to the first part, to say the least, but the second part might not be so good. Sweet! Fooling around with the teach is a blast!

She collected herself, then went back to him. "The problem is this thing, young man!" she said as she grabbed his erection. "It's entirely too dangerous. Perhaps if I bring it back to its normal size, it won't poke me so urgently." She knelt between his legs, paused, and joked to herself, "Though I suspect this IS its normal size." Then she engulfed his cockhead and began to bob on him.

He wanted to pleasure her body at the same time, but it was mostly out of reach, so he just soaked up the experience. He recalled her boast that she was a cocksucker second to none, and again he decided that she was right, even when she didn't deep throat him. One great thing was that she didn't seem to be bothered by a gag reflex, so even when she wasn't deep throating him, she could and often did take him remarkably deep just in passing.

He came quickly, almost embarrassingly so, once she got started. She was just too relentlessly talented, and he was too aroused after waiting for hours for this to hold out for long.

She took it all down her throat so cleanly that there was hardly a drop of cum left when she was done.

He lay back for a minute while she lay between his legs. He panted heavily. "That was something else, Surfer Girl. Dang! I loved it. Now let me please you."

She too had a hard time talking between labored breaths. "Don't you dare! My job here is to please you so you can reach orgasm, don't you remember?"

"Yeah, but don't you want to get off too?"

"I do want to get off this cold floor," she replied. "What a mess." She began to rise, stretching like a cat.

Alan sat up and found himself incredibly turned on at the sight of his teacher's boobs as they slowly rose after being squished into the tiles near where he sat in class every day.

Like a cat, she rose into a pouncing position, and then sprang at him.

They began to kiss, lick and grope all over. Alan's hands eventually found their way to Glory's pussy, and he began to finger her. He grew annoyed at the panties which got in his way. He managed to get them down her thighs.

But that seemed to set off alarm bells in Glory's head. She eventually had to roll off him and back onto the cold floor before she lost all willpower.

"That's ... wow, really nice, young man, but ... that wasn't what I was planning. I thought you'd sit on the desk and I'd give you a nice handjob, and then you'd run off to lunch."

"I thought something like that too," he said. "I guess we have some pent-up energy."

"I guess!" she said with a laugh, astonished by her own behavior. She sat at the edge of the desk and tried to compose herself. "The problem, I think, was that for nearly an hour I stared at your erection about to burst a hole through your shorts." She thought to herself, Not to mention how I've been thinking of you for the entire weekend! She was embarrassed to admit that to him.

She added, "But let's, uh, come to our senses here for a minute."

He got up and sat next to her. He began to run a hand through her hair. "I've been waiting for this for so very long. Actually, I never imagined it would happen, but I dreamed of it. Dang. I had some pretty hot dreams, but reality is much better."

"Me, too. Don't let it go to your head, but I've masturbated while thinking about you for a long time." That was true, although she had never been seriously interested in him until recently. She was flattered by his obvious crush on her, and she'd had fleeting fantasies about him, along with some of her other handsome and appealing students.

He was honestly shocked. "You did?! But you can't do that; you're a teacher!"

She laughed. "And it's illegal for teachers to masturbate?"

He grinned at his foolishness and joked, "Well, yeah."

She said, "Let's get a hold of ourselves. What if someone knocked on the door right now? It would take us ten minutes to get presentable! We swept up all the dirt on the floor, like a broom, and now we're all messy. Let's try this again tomorrow and see if we can keep it more under control."

A new thought popped into her head. "And for God's sake, young man, wear some underwear, or else there will be an incident during my class when your penis bursts right through your pants! Not to mention, how do you expect me to teach with you poking out like that for the entire hour?"

"Okay... Underwear next time..." he leaned over and began to kiss her again. Before too long, they began to get heated once more, causing his dick to grow back to full size.

During a breather, she said, "Since you told me of your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid him back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere.

He pulled his legs up to his chest and shamelessly let his hard-on stick out towards her. "Can you deep throat me again?"

"I was thinking about it. But in the future, don't ask; let me decide when it's a special occasion to do that, okay? Last time, you forgot that I do have to breathe from time to time."

He laughed good-naturedly.

She watched him laugh, and found him so cute yet so manly that she couldn't help but want to please him. "Okay, we'll do it. But let's make it quick."

"Yes! Sweetness!"

She pistoned his pulsing hard-on in her fist, then sucked him like any blowjob at first. But with each stroke into her mouth he found himself a little bit deeper, until before he knew it he was all the way in. Again, her tongue, her mouth, and her throat all worked on his cock at the same time.

He thought, MAN! I can't believe how great that feels! It's like I'm getting fucked and blown all at once! I'm still getting used to the idea that I can do anything with her at all, and she does this to me again! Phew!

Since he'd climaxed a few minutes before, this time he could last a lot longer. He'd be inside her throat for almost a minute before she would pull on him and he'd pull all the way out so she could breathe. Then, they'd do it again, and again.

He thought he could fuck her throat forever, but lasting a long time was definitely a relative concept when it came to Glory and oral sex. He found it entirely too exciting and didn't last past her fourth deep swallowing.

Afterwards, the mood changed. They talked gossip like old times as they cleaned up the class and themselves. The ever-resourceful Alan had brought towels and a bottle of water in his backpack, so they were able to give each other towel baths. Since it was lunchtime, they managed to quickly eat their lunches too.

They didn't want to discuss the nature of their relationship just yet. Both of them wanted to see how they felt once things settled down a little more.

But, as their time was running out, Glory suggested, "You know, we're going to need to vary things up so people won't suspect. Like we agreed last time, we should meet at lunch some of the time, after school some of the time, just talk with the door open occasionally, and not meet at all sometimes too."

He nodded.

She suggested, "Since we got together Friday and today, we should probably stay apart tomorrow. Especially with the way we've both been looking at each other in class, we should be extra careful for a while and see if anyone says anything."

He nodded sadly. "Yeah. Probably. That would be for the best."

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment. Both of them felt a sudden compulsion to kiss the other. As their faces drew together, Glory sighed and said, "Okay, we'll meet tomorrow too, but after that, we definitely need to be careful!"

"Yeay!" His lips met hers and the sparks flew as their tongues dueled with great passion. That would have lead to more, even though he'd already had two orgasms in short order, but they restrained themselves since they knew their time was running out.

Finally, after they again looked just like any student and teacher who talk to each other, they unlocked the door. That turned out to be a very good thing, because a knock came on the door, and the first student walked in for fifth-period calculus class. They were both amazed that the entire lunch period had flown by so quickly.

Alan slipped out of the classroom before a second student entered. To still be in class when the next bunch of students arrived would be a very dangerous habit, which they needed to avoid at all cost.

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