6 Times a Day

Chapter 182 My Teacher

?Alan's classes seemed to drag on interminably, until his fourth-period class taught by Ms. Rhymer. Lately, it seemed he had sex on the brain all the time. He mostly tried to hide those feelings, but they'd been increasing all morning, ever since he got to school, so by the time he had her class he already felt like he was at some kind of breaking point.

He hadn't consciously realized it, but he'd been directing his sexual energies at her during class for the last few days. Part of it was that he had a beautiful teacher whom he could stare at and fantasize about. But another part was that he was so good at the history material that he knew he could afford to space out during class, using the time to try and process all the wild things that had been happening to him lately. And since those things were sexual, all that pondering kept his libido in high gear, and thus his sexual energies stayed targeted on her like a laser beam, with him barely able to take his eyes off her during class.

He was like that again today, only even more so, since he was in a particularly aroused mood. In fact, he was already sporting an erection when he walked into class. That was no big surprise, given what had happened between him and her yesterday after school. For the first time, he felt like he had a serious chance to make his dreams about her come true.

Ms. Rhymer had been watching for his entrance. She noticed right away that his penis was erect, even though he was attempting to strategically cover his crotch with the textbook they were about to use.

She was already feeling horny and naughty, because she'd been thinking about what had happened yesterday as much or more than he was. She wasn't ready to let him masturbate in private in her classroom today, since she felt she needed to step back and take some time out before things spiraled out of control. But she was eagerly looking forward to another class of him staring intensely at her.

So, before he could take a seat and while the other students were still shuffling in, she asked him a question, causing him to come near her where she stood at the front of the class.

The question was just an excuse to get him there. What she really wanted was to check out his hefty erection straining against his shorts from up close. So she asked if she could look up something in his textbook related to the question she'd just asked him.

Alan was stuck; there was no good excuse not to hand her the textbook. So he did, but then he tried to strike a casual pose that left his hands over his crotch, attempting to hide the bulge there.

It didn't work. In fact, it looked downright unnatural, especially since he was shifting and glancing about as if he were guilty about something. Since he was facing her, she was the only one in class able to see his obscene bulge, at least for now.

She was secretly very delighted, especially since his hands failed to completely cover his bulge. Oh, wow! He's really well-hung! Not that I didn't know that already, especially after yesterday, but it's good to be reminded! She chuckled in her mind while keeping a straight face for her other students. I love it! I can only imagine the kind of fun Suzanne Pestridge must be having with THAT! Actually, I don't have to imagine, since he told me in such vivid detail. Lucky bitch!

But then the shoe was on the other foot, because she stared so long and hard that Alan realized she was gawking at his crotch with obvious lust.

She turned away and blushed, as did he. It was hard to say who felt more embarrassed. She couldn't believe the risky behavior she'd just done in front of all her students. Fortunately for her and Alan, class hadn't started yet, and seeing the two of them talking together before or after class was a very common sight, so none of the students had paid any particular attention. Otherwise they probably would have wondered what all the blushing was about.

Alan retrieved his textbook and carefully held it over his crotch before turning around. Then he hurried to the safety of his front-row seat. Once he was seated, he didn't have to worry nearly as much about his hard-on being so visible.

But that was just the beginning of a very strange class period for both of them.

Alan tried to put what had just happened out of his mind and think about other things, but since everything interesting that had happened to him lately related to sex, his arousal just continued to grow and grow the more he tried to think of anyone but Ms. Rhymer.

Let's just forget what happened with her yesterday, and what might happen with her again tomorrow, or soon. After all, I'm gonna have sex with Sis today! I'm actually going to fuck my own sister! And Kim's gonna be there to boot! In fact, in almost exactly one hour, I'll get to see both of them during lunch. Who knows what'll happen as some kind of dick-stiffening appetizer? Things are so crazy! How am I supposed to sit still?

And Mom! Oh my God! Mom! And Aunt Suzy! Whew! It burns my eyeballs just thinking about looking at her hot body. But Mom's a total busty babe too. And Aims! Cute, innocent, but oh so stacked and luscious Aims! I'm too lucky for words. Everything seems to be happening at once. All my dreams are coming true!

He found himself staring intently at his teacher. Well, except for Christine. And my favorite teacher. Let's face it, both of them are way out of my league. The only reason I've had such success at home is because of the deep love we've shared through the years. And Kim is kind of an accidental side-effect of that, since I got together with her through Sis.

Although... after what happened yesterday after school, anything is possible with Ms. Rhymer, isn't it?! She's totally hot for me! I saw that look of wanton, undisguised lust in her eyes last night. And that wasn't a freak event. I mean, I swear she was looking at my crotch just now like a starving dog staring at a big raw steak! WOW!

But so what? She's only human. I must have made quite a spectacle with my dick practically ripping through my shorts a minute ago. How could she have NOT stared? I might as well have strolled in here naked from the waist down, it was so damn obvious.

As for what happened yesterday, that's kind of my fault. She was making a kind offer to help by giving me a private place to do my thing at school, and I deliberately misunderstood and whipped my dick out, right then and there! I don't know what got into me. I guess I was just that horny!

She's got to know I have a major crush on her. She MUST know. Especially after yesterday! I stroked myself while talking about Aunt Suzy, but the whole time what really turned me on beyond reason was the fact that she was there, and watching!

However, I can't get carried away with all this hopeful thinking. She's a teacher, and she's made VERY clear that she can never touch me in a sexual manner! Besides, she's got a serious boyfriend her own age. And what would she see in me anyway? I'm just a lowly nerdy student taking part in a bizarre medical treatment.

And yet, something special happened yesterday. It's like we've crossed some point of no return. The sparks were flying, and they still are! I mean, look at how she's staring at me right now. It's like the rest of the class isn't here and she's talking just to me. And despite that, I'm not even paying attention to her lecture because I'm so darn horny!

Indeed, Ms. Rhymer was staring at him nearly non-stop with vaguely-formed lust. Since she'd watched him masturbate yesterday, it was as if she could see right through his shorts. It was all she could do not to ostentatiously lick her lips as she stared at his crotch with laser-like intensity.

Luckily, since he was one of the smartest students in the class, having her look his way wasn't so unusual. In fact, sometimes when she was covering boring material it seemed like he was the only one paying attention. Also, she was probably fortunate that she couldn't devote as much thought or attention to him as she wanted to today, because she had to keep her mind on lecturing.

That changed later, when it was time for several students to give five-minute oral presentations about essays they were writing as a class assignment. Ms. Rhymer tried her hardest to pay close attention so she could grade their presentations, but from time to time she found herself drifting into a lustful daydream about Alan. As soon as she realized this, however, she focused back on the presentations.

Yesterday was a big mistake. My feelings for him have been growing in a very inappropriate direction for days now, I guess ever since I learned about that bizarre medical treatment of his. But yesterday, it's like something snapped in me! I can't stop thinking about his cock! Sure, I've known for some time that he's pretty well endowed, since he has a long history of getting excited around me, but I didn't think he was THAT endowed! Maybe he's had a late growth spurt down there? Damn! It's like the image of him jacking off is permanently burned into my retinas. I can't sleep, I can't eat, and I can't think, and I certainly can't teach. I'm a total mess!

Then, he has to come in my class today with that huge club swinging between his legs. As if I wasn't obsessed enough already! And the way his eyes have been devouring me ever since class began... I feel like I'm burning up! It's hard not to conclude that I'm the one who's making him like that!

What I wouldn't give not to be his teacher! If only I were another student, I could take him to some private spot, drop to my knees, whip out that raging beast, and show him what a real blowjob is! And that's just for starters! A stud like him, he'd be hard again in minutes, if he ever even goes flaccid in the first place. Then he'd fuck me into oblivion! Into infinity! Make me see stars! Make me scream your name until my voice is hoarse!

She realized that she'd been staring dreamily into space. Luckily, one of the students was still in the middle of their oral presentation. Fuck! She snapped her attention back to the speaking student. Fantasies are all well and good, but they have no place in the classroom. That's disrespectful to the other students.

She tried hard to concentrate on the presentations, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Already, her pussy was so wet in her panties that she worried the students would smell her. Luckily, she'd anticipated that problem, and she'd doused her classroom with air freshener just before her fourth-period class began. She'd also brought not one but two extra pairs of panties. But it embarrassed her that she had to make such preparations.

Typically, Alan's penis didn't remain hard all through his history class; it would go flaccid from time to time due to various short distractions. But today it seemed like his erection wouldn't go down at all, probably due to the double whammy memory of masturbating in front of Ms. Rhymer yesterday and his great anticipation about having sex with his sister later today. Plus, he was fairly certain Ms. Rhymer would let him masturbate for her in the near future, possibly as soon as tomorrow, and he couldn't stop thinking about the delightful possibilities.

I know she's my teacher, but come on. If I start masturbating in front of her on a regular basis, isn't it just a matter of time before we get it on? How could we not?! Jesus Christ! One thing I learned yesterday is that fortune DOES favor the brave. What if, next time, I just take her hand in mine and then guide it to my dick? Gaawwwd! That would be so awesome! Before long, Surfer Girl would be bobbing on me, like a pro! And you know she'd be great. She may not be as curvy as Mom or Aunt Suzy, but there's a lusty fire burning in her eyes. She's gotta be a total tigress in bed!

As a result of such powerfully arousing thoughts, halfway through the other student presentations, his penis began to hurt. It was a genuine case of blue balls, almost an "if your erection lasts more than four hours, seek medical attention" kind of situation.

His agony was only heightened when, via the reflection in a window, he noticed that his teacher was staring at him again, or so it seemed, and now even more wantonly since she thought he couldn't see her doing it. Man! What's up with that?! There's that lusty fire again, because she's looking at ME! Fuck! She's gonna give me a heart attack! I almost wish she'd stop, because it's too reckless. Certainly, it'll only be a matter of time before the other students figure out something is up.

She totally has the hots for me! I need to strike while the pussy's hot, so to speak. If I kiss her lips when she's like that, would she stop me? I think not! But is it fair to her? That's the problem. It's her job on the line, not mine. It wouldn't feel right to push her into starting something. If she wants me, she needs to make the first move.

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