6 Times a Day

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Alan tried hard to focus on Mr. Tompkins for the rest of the class, but he was no more successful than before. It was almost as if the teacher were speaking an unknown language.

Alan quickly gave up on trying to pay attention, thinking instead about his deadline for the UC Berkeley application. Okay, I have until Saturday night. That's no problem, especially with Thanksgiving vacation coming up. Fortunately, I wrote my essay two months ago. I just have to get all my papers together and send everything off. That shouldn't be too hard. I can't leave it to the last hour of the last day, though; that would be insanely stupid. Maybe I can do it today, after school.

It's just that there're so damn many sexy things happening. Especially at home. Like Mom. When I get home, she's gonna be there, probably dressed in an erotic apron and high heels, and nothing else. She's too arousing and loving to be believed! Whenever I think of her, I get so horny that it's crazy. It's like she could be the model spokesperson for incest, if anyone ever tried to "sell" that idea.

He found himself caught up in a daydream. In his head, he saw an image of Susan. Surprisingly, she was fully and conservatively dressed, looking much as she did before his and her sexual awakening had begun. She looked like she was in a television commercial and she held up a bottle and stared straight into the viewer's eyes.

She said, "Is your house plagued by troublesome sperm buildup? Is your son's penis tragically at the near-bursting point with life-creating wriggly sperm that should be deposited deep in his mommy's womb? Then try 'Incest-O-Matic'!"

The bottle in Susan's hand was thrust forward, filling Alan's mental view. It looked like a bottle of Jack Daniel's, except for the words "Incest-O-Matic" written in big letters across the front.

The bottle receded, and Susan's face came close. She said, "Just one bottle of 'Incest-O-Matic' will turn any frumpy, normal mommy into a raving, gorgeous, nymphomaniacal sperm receptacle!"

She opened the bottle and dumped the entire contents of it over the top of her head. A torrent of liquid poured out, much, much more than such a bottle could ever possibly contain. The gush of thick fluid flowed down her head and upper torso and, as it cascaded down, her frumpy clothes and accessories disappeared and in their place little remained except exposed and wet skin. Even the ribbons in her hair and her glasses melted away. Yet, apparently mindful that nudity is not allowed on television, one of her arms strategically covered her nipples (and little else).

Then her voice came back on as she continued to hold up the now empty bottle. "That's right. Forget grout. Forget grime. Forget dust. The worst problem plaguing the average homemaker in this day and age is teenage sperm buildup. Don't let your son suffer blue balls! Buy 'Incest-O-Matic' today!"

She waved the bottle around excitedly, like some kind of overexcited carnival barker. Her exceptionally large breasts bounced all over the place, which made it seem as if the arm covering them would lose the battle to contain them at any moment. "If you act now, you will also get-"

Suddenly, Alan came out of his daydream. He heard his teacher Mr. Tompkins asking, "Anyone? Anyone?"

Alan belatedly realized that some sort of question had been put to the class. He hoped he wouldn't be called on, because he didn't even know the subject at hand. He figured he was already in deep trouble as it was for being ten minutes late.

Luckily, someone else was called on and Mr. Tompkins went back to his lecture.

Alan thought, Not that many months ago, I would have had my hand up in the air. I always used to have my hand up in the air. But now, I'm dreaming of 'Incest-O-Matic'?! Some kind of twisted sex commercial? What the hey? Someone should just lock me up and throw away the key and get it over with already. How absurd. Rrggh.

But I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to be able to concentrate on anything after a morning like this one? Between Mom and Sis at home and Heather and Simone at school, it's lucky I'm not raving and drooling in a straightjacket already. There's such a thing as too much pleasure. I want to run screaming up and down the halls and tell everyone how great life is, but I have to sit here and pretend that things are normal. And then, as if that isn't enough, I have to sit next to Christine in this stupid class. I can stare at her from three feet away all class long if I want, and she doesn't even know what I'm doing. At least, I hope she doesn't know...

He slipped into another daydream. The teacher asked another question, and this time Christine was called on. That in itself was hardly unusual; she always had her hand up for every question, and she was invariably correct in her answers. But this time, she got one wrong.

He heard a strange yet familiar voice say, "Christine, Christine. That is so unfortunate. Come up here." He looked up to the front of the room and did not see the balding and pot-bellied yet unusually "cool" Mr. Tompkins. Instead, a sexy female teacher who looked and sounded almost exactly like Heather was behind the teacher's desk. The main difference between her and the real Heather was that she seemed about twenty years older. Her hair fell to the top of her shoulders instead of going all the way down her back. But she still had Heather's all-knowing and supremely confident smile on her face.

Christine stood up. She was dressed in a sedate and unrevealing blouse, and a long gray dress that came down to her ankles. She looked around uncertainly and walked forward. "Yes, Ms. Morgan?" she asked in a worried voice as she got to the front of the class.

He remembered that Morgan was Heather's last name. Somehow, it seemed right to call the teacher "Ms. Morgan" and not "Heather," since she was so much older and more mature, even if she was fundamentally the same person. He noticed that she smiled and seemed to have mellowed with age. Her smile almost appeared to be kind.

Ms. Morgan, dressed in the kind of clothes Glory would typically teach in except with much more cleavage showing and wearing a skirt far too short for any real teacher to ever wear, looked at Christine with both disapproval and a mocking amusement. "You know what the punishment is when a pretty girl fails to answer a question correctly?"

Christine nodded sadly, then looked expectantly at Alan.

Now all eyes went to Alan.

He sat up in his chair in surprise, because he had no idea why he was suddenly the center of attention.

Christine bowed her head down mournfully. "Yes, I do. But, but... I've never gotten a question wrong before. I've ... I've never even been with a man before! Couldn't he and I, do first, uh, ... something romantic... you know, I..."

"Silence!" Ms. Morgan slapped a ruler down hard on the table. She shot Christine a dirty look, causing Christine to cower in abject embarrassment.

Then Ms. Morgan was all smiles again as she looked at Alan from across the room. "Hey stud, it looks like another special treat for you. You get to pop another cherry! And the last virgin holdout in the class, too. Would you like to come up and do the honors?" She seemed so eager to see Christine humiliated that it was obvious the older Heather wasn't that much kinder after all.

Forgetting he was daydreaming, he thought in wonder, Can this really be happening?

He stood up and looked around the imagined classroom. Very, very few students in his real class were also in his dream class. Most of the boys and all of the average looking or ugly girls were gone, and in their place was a stunning array of incredibly gorgeous girls. Some of them were real girls from school who happened to be in other classes, including Amy, Katherine, and Janice. But most of them seemed to be complete figments of his imagination.

He went to the front of the class and stood there, right next to a trembling Christine.

Ms. Morgan leaned forward on the other side of her desk, eagerly awaiting for the two of them to begin.

He could tell what he was supposed to do: fuck Christine on the teacher's desk. But he was confused. Everyone appeared to have seen this many times before, as if there was an established ritual. But his mind was a complete blank of any previous experience.

"Christine, don't dilly dally!" The older Heather growled. "You know what to do."

"Yes, Ms. Morgan," she whispered.

The real Christine did not suffer fools gladly. Had this been her, she would have stomped out of the room and gone straight to the principal if not the police, and generally raised holy Hell. But the dream Christine was meek.

Looking like she wanted to cry, she dropped to her knees and began to fumble at the zipper on Alan's shorts. She complained, "This isn't right! It's not fair!" But her words came out in such a quiet whisper that even Alan could just barely hear her. A large part of her seemed to very much want to see his penis, even as some other part of her resisted.

The zipper went down and an extremely long, turgid dick fell out.

He was shocked to see that it was a good four inches longer than his real life penis and a great deal wider too. It was a monster. A murmur of wonder could be heard from his classmates. He noted that apparently his stiff cock was a sight that continued to amaze even if one had seen it many times before. It stood straight out from his body, as stiff as an ironing board.

Christine made the sign of the cross over her chest as she whispered and prayed, "Mother Mary, please protect me from this thing! If there's a God, don't make my first time be humiliating like this!" The rigid erection swayed menacingly around her nose.

After a quick glance at an increasingly impatient and irate Ms. Morgan, Christine turned back to his hard-on inches from her face and grabbed and steadied it with one hand. Her other hand went to one of his balls, which she hefted up experimentally and uncertainly. She began to tentatively stroke his boner with one hand, but she was doing it all wrong, running her hand over the top as if petting the back of a cat. Christine was broad-shouldered and big for her five foot nine frame, but just the same her hand seemed comically small juxtaposed next to Alan's freakishly large dream penis.

She kept her eyes closed as she timidly petted it. Tears began to pour out of her eyes.

He thought, This is wrong. She's not happy. I should stop this. Christine is a good girl. She doesn't deserve this. But there was no conviction behind his words. He had some kind of vague notion that he was dreaming and noted that the dream-Alan didn't seem to have many moral qualms about the situation.

Then what little fondling Christine was doing came to an end. Instead, she asked with her eyes closed, "Ms. Morgan? Can I ask a question? Why are we doing this? Why are you allowing this? Surely, as a female teacher, you would see the need to maintain an equitable balance between the sexes and prohibit this new school regulation that specifically authorizes Alan and only Alan to have sex with every single girl in the-"

"Quiet!" Ms. Morgan came around the desk. "How dare you question my teaching methods and the school rules?! And look, Christine, what kind of star pupil are you? You call that a handjob? Do I have to show you everything? ... Fine."

One of Ms. Morgan's hands appeared from the side and nearly surrounded Alan's massive erection. That hand went to the underside of his cock and began to massage his sweet spot, just behind his cockhead. "See? Right here. Focus here. Have you learned nothing from watching him fuck the faces of all the other girls?"

Her other hand rested on top of Christine's immobilized hand and she held it and brought it the underside of his shaft. "You do it! And for God's sake, girl, your mouth is for licking or sucking his cock, not complaining!"

Christine still seemed reluctant, so Ms. Morgan put her other hand on Christine's head and forced Christine's face forward until her tongue tentatively made contact with Alan's cockhead. While one of her hands and one of Ms. Morgan's continued to jack off his thick log, she experimented with flickering the tip of her tongue around his piss hole.

Ms. Morgan drew close as if to inspect what Christine was doing from mere inches away. She breathed heavily onto his huge pole, both because she was so aroused that she was having trouble breathing and because she knew it would further stimulate him. Then her mouth drew closer until her tongue also began to swirl around the tip of his cockhead.

Christine was doing well by now, but her face was forced off the thick erection as her teacher slowly claimed all of the cockhead for herself.

Christine watched for a minute as Ms. Morgan licked, then complained, "It's just too big! I'm scared." But her chest heaved as her excitement grew.

The sight of the joint cock-licking also caused a small commotion in the class.

Alan heard murmurs of some classmates' gossipy comments. He distinctly heard one girl say, "There Ms. Morgan goes again! Lucky bitch. Gets to suck him off every day. She never lets any of us cocksuck him without joining in!"

With Alan's cockhead now fully occupied by Ms. Morgan's busy lips and tongue, Christine focused on her handjob techniques instead. A jar of KY Jelly, or something similar, appeared somehow and Christine smeared the jelly all over her hands and then all over his shaft. She resumed stroking with both hands and did much better than before. Now that his pole was properly lubricated, she seemed to increasingly enjoy sliding and squeezing her hands all over it.

But, as Alan's classmates correctly predicted, Ms. Morgan couldn't keep herself to just licking the tip. Soon she swallowed more and more of the giant phallus. But since his dream-cock was so big, even as she attempted to deep throat it, she could only take about half of it. And it had such a great girth that she looked like she was trying to swallow a Big Mac whole. Yet, amazingly, even with her mouth completely full of cock, she continued to bark orders to Christine, saying things like, "Tongue! Sirry girr, uuude da tongue!"

Christine, however, was still too shy to use her tongue, and the best spot to rub just under his cockhead was already taken by her teacher's sliding lips. She seemed to be at a loss and mostly just stared at the incredible amount of impossibly thick cock Ms. Morgan had somehow managed to fit inside her mouth.

The ever-helpful teacher noticed Christine's lack of activity and cried out, "Da bawhs! Douwn foe-gehd the bawhs!" Tears of effort ran down Ms. Morgan's face as her tongue somehow tantalizingly ran all around the Coke can of cock inside her mouth.

Christine followed the teacher's advice. She began to lick and suck Alan's balls while continuing to hold the base of his cock. Since his cock was super-sized, there was a lot to hold. His balls were proportionally sized to his cock, which meant there was no way for an inexperienced girl like her to fit one inside her mouth. But she put her lips and tongue to good use and even managed to continue to fist the slippery lower half of his erection. Her body was betraying her and getting into it. Yet, at the same time, her initial tears had given way to open sobbing.

Alan was disturbed by that, yet he found her distress strangely arousing. He was also frankly shocked that he hadn't cum yet, given how he faced so much stimulation. Just the sight of Ms. Morgan trying so hard to please by swallowing so much cock was more than enough for him to cum. Yet, perhaps because it was a dream, he kept going with even more stamina than the real Alan ever had.

Ms. Morgan finally pulled away, utterly exhausted by what must have been a huge ordeal for her jaw. When she recovered her breath, she said, "So Christine, that's how you suck cock. Any questions?"

"Yes!" Christine cried out as the tears flowed down her cheeks. "You don't seriously expect me to put that whole thing in my mouth, do you?!"

The teacher cackled an evil laugh. "You know that sucking his cock is a requirement for any girl to pass this class, do you not? Either you do it now, or you stay after school and practice, practice, practice."

Christine just whimpered.

Still on her knees, Ms. Morgan unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse and looked up at Alan's face. "That reminds me. I know I'm sounding like a broken record, but I have another extra credit project for you to help me with after school. Your other favorite female teachers will be there, as usual." She winked.

Alan nodded. He had no doubt that the "extra credit" involved a lot of fucking and that all the other teachers were hot (after all, it was his dream and clearly his imagination was extremely generous). If the Heather in this alternate reality was anything like the real Heather, it probably meant he was in for a lot of assfucking. He imagined a row of female teachers with Playboy Playmate bodies, all bent over in a line in front of class, waiting for him to pick an ass to fill.

Christine experimentally ran her tongue around Alan's giant erection, now that she had it all to herself. She was doing much better now that she was highly aroused (though still incredibly embarrassed).

She soon rediscovered the sweet spot beneath his cockhead, and began to lick there exclusively. At the same time, she continued to rhythmically fist the rest of his shaft and fondle his balls.

But after a minute or two, Ms. Morgan barked, "Not bad, it looks like you've been watching and learning what the other girls and I do to it. But that's still a failing grade. Just start sucking on the tip. Licking is not tough. I know you've aced all our cocksucking academic assignments and tests; now's your chance to put that book knowledge to practical use."

Christine complained, "But teacher, it's just too big!"

"Does my mouth look any bigger than yours? No. But I manage to fit it in every day, several times a day I might add. Look at all the other girls in this class. They've all done it too. So why can't you? You're the lone holdout!"

So Christine did as she was told. She tried to get as much of the tip in as she could, but his cockhead was so ridiculously wide that it seemed to blot out her entire face. She continued to cry, though maybe more from frustration and fear than humiliation.

Ms. Morgan still breathed heavily on Alan's enormous dick, but she began to stand up. However, as she did she stepped on Christine's long dress where it rested on the floor, and managed to rip the fabric all the way up the side.

Christine stopped what she was doing and shrieked. In so doing, she opened her mouth wide.

Ms. Morgan had actually done this on purpose, hoping for this very result. She suddenly grabbed Christine's head and shoved it forwards onto Alan's huge shaft. Miraculously, the erection went inside, though it seemed as if there wasn't a millimeter to spare on any side.

Christine's eyes bulged; she couldn't believe what was happening. It didn't seem anatomically possible (and it wouldn't have been outside a dream). Somehow, she had swallowed the entire giant cockhead, and her lips were wrapped around his cock just past it, so her lips provided friction right where his super-sensitive sweet spot was.

At first she just recovered a bit, and practiced breathing through her nose. Soon she discovered everything was fine and that she could even slide her lips back and forth on it. She seemed surprised and energized by this feat and began to suck with abandon.

Ms. Morgan had been using her hands to help force Christine's head back and forth over his erection, but before long she realized that Christine didn't need the help and stopped doing it. She let go of her completely and looked out over the class to see if they were paying sufficient attention.

Alan simply could not believe how good it felt as Christine fisted part of his cock, sucked on his cockhead, and played with his balls on top of it. He had such a long erection that it very literally seemed like he had two penises, a six-inch penis at the base and another six-incher attached to the end of the first one, and she delivered double the pleasure any normal penis could ever hope to experience.

Ms. Morgan, meanwhile, continued to "accidentally" walk all over Christine's dress, tearing it here and there. Then she "helpfully" took a pair of scissors and cut away what was left of it, which left Christine below the waist in just socks, sneakers, and panties, while fully dressed above it.

The teacher stood back and addressed the class. "As you can see, Christine is working on preparing the cock for insertion into her virgin pussy. Because it is so extremely huge, it needs to be very well lubricated. Her mouth is not only getting his cock slick from her saliva, but it should be making her fairly soaked down below, which will also help. Aren't I right, girls?"

There was a nervous chuckle from the class.

Alan turned his head around and saw that most of the girls had their hands on their crotches, their chests, or both. Some of them appeared to make subtle rubbing motions, and some not so subtle. He noticed that a few of them had their legs spread widely and were not wearing any panties. The twenty percent or so of the class that was male also seemed to clutch at and furtively fondle their loins.