6 Times a Day

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Christine seemed content to suck and lick forever. She couldn't get used to the sheer size of the throbbing pole in her mouth, and that amazement seemed to channel into a greater and greater desire to explore and pleasure the invasive intruder.

But unexpectedly, Ms. Morgan grabbed Christine's head again and pulled her free of the monstrous meat. "Enough of that," she complained. "We see plenty of that every day. Trust me, you'll be sucking his cock plenty from now on. The class is getting bored and restless."

Christine's tears continued to flow freely; she took some moments to get her breath back and recover.

But in less than half a minute, she lunged forward and resumed licking Alan's wet dick with a passion. With her mouth no longer stretched wide beyond all probability, she was free to talk again. She complained as she licked, "Ms. Morgan!" <lick> "That was mean!" <lick> "How dare you!" <lick, lick> "Treat me" <lick, lick, lick> "like that." <lick, lick> "I should make a" <lick, lick, lick> "formal..."

Then she seemed to give up any attempt at talking and attempted to fit the entire thing in her mouth again, but it was like trying to swallow the end of a baseball bat, and she found she couldn't do it without her teacher's help.

Ms. Morgan just laughed and pulled her away. "You see? You're just like all the rest. Once you start, you can't stop. Alan, I think you've got another dedicated cocksucker to add to your collection. This one's a real beauty, I must admit. Now it's time to christen her cock-hungry face."

"Oh. Right." He heard himself laugh. Then there was a rumbling in his balls and he felt himself let go.

Christine could sense what was about to come, but it was like knowing a volcano was about to erupt with no way to get out of the way and survive. She simply closed her eyes and opened her mouth and kept her head right where it was, a mere inch or two from the tip.

He looked down from above; he had never seen anything like it. As a surge of the utmost pleasure conceivable flowed though his body, a torrent of cum shot out of the tip of his cock. It was thick and viscous and the equivalent of the loads from ten men, if not twenty!

Christine tried to catch most of it in her mouth, but within seconds her mouth was full and she had to close it. She backed away some, but her attempt to evade the spermy torrent was futile. It seemed to go on forever and ever. Her head repeatedly buckled backwards as each new rope splattered onto her skin with what seemed like the force of a highly-pressurized fire hose.

Finally, Alan was finished and he surveyed what he had done. Christine's face was absolutely soaked with cum. It looked like there had been a gang bang targeted at her face. Cum dripped everywhere, which caused a second flood on her shirt. Insofar as one could read any facial expression beneath the layers of cum, she seemed both dazed and delighted.

However, one of the girls from the class yelled, "Hey, Miss Morality! Always telling us how we should be ashamed of ourselves, well, what do you have to say now?"

There was a general murmur of agreement and even catcalls and jeers.

Christine dropped her head. She had to repeatedly wipe her eyes before she could even hope to open them.

When she did, she broke into a new round of tears. "Look at me! This is horrible! Ms. Morgan, how can you do this to me?! The shame!" As she protested, she tried to clear her face, but found herself stuffing all the cum into her mouth. She seemed positively ravenous for it.

Ms. Morgan laughed. "Now you're beginning to see why this school has special rules about Alan and no one ever complains about them! Well, none of us girls do, anyway. But look at your top. It's a cum-caked disaster. We'd better get you cleaned up."

She took her scissors again and cut right through the top, enabling her to remove it without having to pull it over Christine's head.

When Christine saw her top go, she tried to grab it so she could suck up the large wads of cum dripping down it.

The teacher let her suck on the cloth for several moments and then pulled it away.

Christine looked down at herself and immediately crossed her arms over her ample, bare chest. "No fair! Ms. Morgan, you cut my bra off, too!"

"Oops!" The teacher laughed not at all apologetically. "Accidents happen."

"What am I going to wear now for the rest of the day?" Christine wailed. "I didn't bring another because I didn't know today would be the big day that he would take me. All my classes! Walking in the crowded halls! Oh God!"

"That's a good question," the older Heather replied as she pulled Christine's panties away from Christine's skin and brought the scissors down to one of Christine's hips. "Especially since I can feel another accident coming on." With cruel laughter, she snipped Christine's panties on one side, then repeated the process on the other.

Christine stared down in wide-eyed horror, but she was also panting and heaving with great arousal.

"Why are you surprised?" Ms. Morgan asked. "You knew this was going to happen. If you want another load of cum, and you know you do, stop complaining and do what you're told like the cocksucking cum-slut you've just become. If you go naked all day, so be it. You'll hardly be the first or last. Now sit in your chair."

"Yes, ma'am." Christine sat up, seemingly totally defeated. She crossed her legs to cover her bush from many eager eyes and kept both her arms crossed over her exceedingly large yet firm and high breasts. But there was a hunger in her eyes. She looked hopefully at Alan's cock, which hung down but seemed nearly as long flaccid as it did hard.

Ms. Morgan slid a hand down Alan's backside and deep into the backside of his shorts. As she groped at one of his ass cheeks, she told Christine and the class, "It appears that our school stud is almost ready to fully break in another one of his new super stacked sluts."

She looked at Christine, seeing her face soaked in cum and more dripping down everywhere. "Do you have a problem with that, oh mighty school valedictorian? Are you still complaining about how unfair this all is?" She laughed, and the class laughed along with her.

Christine didn't want to answer, but a long ensuing silence forced her to. "Yes. No... I mean... I don't know what I mean! Ms. Morgan, it's so unfair and unjust, and just plain WRONG. But I love it!"

Ms. Morgan flashed a wicked smile upon hearing that. "Do you begin to understand now why this school considers it a vital learning experience for every girl to be broken in by Alan at least once? Do you see why he pops all the virgin cherries of every girl in this class?"

"Yes," she sighed as her eyes remained locked on Alan's flaccid penis with hope and anticipation. It was at about half-mast already and slowly rising.

The teacher smirked, "You're free to go back to your seat. I'm sure you want to stop this humiliation now, don't you? Well, go ahead."

Christine paused a long time. Then she said quietly, "No, I'll stay."

The teacher laughed heartily. "I thought so!"

Alan interrupted Ms. Morgan's merriment. "Excuse me, teacher. I think you're forgetting your place." He yanked her short skirt completely off, then pulled her business jacket down her arms, effectively pinning her arms to her side. Then he ripped her blouse open, which caused buttons to fly everywhere. Her breasts exploded out of their confines.

Heather dropped to her knees before him. She managed to free one arm from the jacket and blouse and began to jack him off. "Darling, please, I'm your teacher! Why do you always have to embarrass me in front of class? You're undercutting my authority!"

He let out a cruel laugh. "Teacher?"

Heather, squatting on her high heels, inched forward so she could suck as well as fondle. "Okay, admittedly teacher and head bitch. YOUR bitch! But I still deserve some respect. The way you had those two busty teachers abuse my body and my ass after school yesterday, well... It's not fair!" She began to frig herself.

She continued to pout, "Everyone spanked me so hard that it still hurts to sit down. Is that any way to treat your teacher?"

"Yes," he laughed. He turned his attention to Christine, who seemed to be at a loss for what to do. "Stand up, girl!"

Christine stood up. Tears still ran down her face (though they were impossible to see amidst all the dripping cum). But she leaned up to his ear and whispered, "You want to know the truth? I got the question wrong on purpose. I couldn't stand it anymore, you fucking all the other girls but me. I'm so sorry I turned you down when you asked me out. Please forgive me!"

Then she licked her way from his ear to his mouth and continued to lick her way down his neck. She was hot to trot now, though her face was still burning red with shame.

"Awww, isn't that touching," Ms. Morgan said nastily. "An intimate moment shared. Be a dear, girl, and bend over the desk. The class would like to see your ass."

Christine was reluctant as she briefly looked out over the crowd. But she finally turned around and bent over the desk. She had so much cum on her face and tits that a lot of it started to drip down onto the desk.

With her long blonde hair covering her back, Alan, no doubt along with the rest of the class, focused his eyes on Christine's exposed ass and powerful legs. She was on the school's track team and in real life people joked that she could crack a coconut open with her thighs.

Ms. Morgan had taken hold of Alan's stiffening dick with one hand, and she fondled it while she faced away from him and toward the class. She said, "I'm sure all of you are as eager as I to see the high and mighty Christine finally get her cunt properly stuffed. However, let's see a show of hands. Who would like to see Alan titfuck her lovely orbs before he breaks her hymen?"

Alan looked around and saw every hand in the class shoot up. That is, almost every hand. A few of the girls were so busy playing with themselves through their clothes that they enthusiastically nodded their heads up and down instead.

Ms. Morgan chuckled an evil laugh. She turned to Alan as he reached out to touch Christine's trembling ass. "There you have it. You know what to do now, Alan, don't you? Alan? Alan?"

"Alan?" The voice was male this time. This fact slowly broke through Alan's daydream haze.

He opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone in the class stared at him, only it wasn't because they were expecting him to go up to the front to titfuck Christine. Instead, his teacher was asking him a question and all the other students were wondering what the heck was wrong with him.

The teacher said, in a snide tone, "Looks like you've rejoined us. Where did you pop off to? It looks like you were enjoying yourself a bit too much over there. Did you understand anything I've said at all in the last five minutes?"

Alan blushed. "No, Mr. Tompkins. Uuuuhh... I, uh, I didn't get enough sleep last night. I'm really sorry!" The dream had seemed so unusually vivid and real that he struggled to regain his bearings.

"Well," Mr. Tompkins huffed. He seemed to be pondering whether to take more action, but in the end merely said, "Make sure it doesn't happen again." He shook his head disapprovingly. It seemed like he was going to say something more, but he stopped himself at the last second. Then he resumed his lecture.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief. He guessed that Mr. Tompkins gave him a break because of the painted desk incident that had happened in the class the day before. Probably he thinks I'm still having some kind of trouble related to the football players and he's trying to give me a break over that. If he only knew the real reasons for me being late and spaced out!

He looked around. Most everyone had turned away, but not Christine. There she was, not four feet away, staring at him intently with a curious expression. He was already blushing, but he suddenly turned a much deeper shade of red. He quickly looked away, afraid to make eye contact with her.

The way she blushed was exactly like her face in the dream. He tried his best to hide the big tent in his shorts without drawing attention to it in the process.

He still had no mind to pay attention to Mr. Tompkins. He thought, What a fool I am! If Christine had even half a clue what I was just thinking, she wouldn't fondle and suck my balls, she'd saw them off with a dull hacksaw! Dang, what the hell is the matter with me today? First a stupid Incest-O-Matic commercial and now this immature fantasy! As if! As if the whole world revolves around me and I get to fuck any girl I please in the middle of class!

I need to focus on reality. Like getting into Berkeley, and getting my application done on time. Duh! I'm such an idiot!

He found himself pondering his daydream. Actually, you know, it's not really THAT far removed from reality. I mean, is it? Sure, there were some weird things, like the mature Heather and, of course, no school in the universe would ever allow that kind of thing openly, and dang, the size of that dick of mine! But all in all... I mean, it's like my real life taken to some kind of logical extreme. Or maybe illogical extreme. Jesus, just look at what happened to me this morning! Why NOT fuck the likes of Christine to my heart's content? Would that really be so bad? Why was I against that yesterday, again?

He scanned his mind and tried to remember why it had been so important for him to reject Christine during dinner the night before, but his brain was so addled with lust that he came up a total blank. He mostly just wanted to get back to his fantasy. He'd never felt so aroused while in the middle of a class, and his dick was almost painfully hard.

There was definitely some kind of reason. I can't imagine what it is, though, given the way she looks so fuckably delicious, despite always dressing like she's off to join the Quakers or something. She needs to be sexually liberated, and I'd be doing her a big favor by breaking her in. I've never actually seen all of her tits and the daydream got cut off just as I was about to titfuck her! Talk about unfair!

He noticed Mr. Tompkins looking at him again, so he made more of a pretense to at least look like he was paying attention. When the teacher turned his back, he had a chance to look down into his lap. Unsurprisingly, there still was a massive hard-on there which strained at the seams of his jeans. But to his surprise, there was also a very large wet spot. However, he was relieved to find that it seemed to be all pre-cum and he hadn't actually had a big and really messy explosion, at least not yet. He casually put both hands over the large bulge in an attempt to cover it up.

He glanced at Christine again, realizing that he'd caught her furtively staring at his bulge. Damn! How long could she have been sizing me up while I was spaced out?! A long time!

He tried to concentrate on Mr. Tompkins' words, but it seemed futile. The lecture was too boring and the rest of his life was too interesting. He soon went back to his ruminations while he pretended to look in the teacher's direction.

Maybe I shouldn't fight it. Maybe my Mom is right, and her Big Tits Theory is right. Maybe there's something special about me that makes it my natural destiny to dominate and fuck the sexiest of women. Why do I keep trying to fight it and act PC? I keep trying to think these are all just sexual games, but maybe there's something in women that makes them naturally surrender their bodies to my will? Alan, just look around at your real life! You have a de facto HAREM! Look at what's happening. Look at how Heather subjects herself to me like she's my sexual toy. Maybe that's all she really is and all she should ever be! Heck, even Simone was kind of acting that way today.

If so, then it's only right that I add Christine to my harem. Her body is perfectly designed to be a sex slave. She should just break down and accept it, like she did in the dream. You know what would be cool? Instead of just sitting here and staring at the back of her head, wouldn't it be great if she and I both sat in the back row of the class and she blew me all class long? That's how it should be! Every day. Living life just like my daydream.

Mom would approve, of course. She understands the DEAL. She's so right, and I keep trying to be meek and modest, but why? I'll tell you what's wrong! What's wrong is that Christine isn't between my legs right now, looking up into my face with loving eyes while her tongue lolls around the tip of my dick! I have the dick, the monster tasty dick, that all the women want! Yes! Taste it, Christine!

He stared at the back of Christine's head with intense, selfish sexual thoughts while he was thinking all of this. His hard-on was still straining inside his jeans.

Somehow, Christine could sense that she was being stared at. She finally turned and made eye contact with him.

He quickly turned away and stared out the window. His fantasies and thoughts were shattered. Shit. She must think I'm some kind of freak. I'm giving her all the wrong signals by staring at her head like I'm obsessed with her. I'm supposed to be giving off a platonic vibe now. What is WRONG with me, man? This is the "Bad Alan" taking over. I can't let him win! I can't deal with all these women being so tempting and submissive and far too foxy and curvy. I think I'm slowly losing my mind!

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