6 Times a Day

Chapter 347 Classroom Fun

?Alan remained distracted throughout the day. Even after the diversion of talking to Christine, all he could do was think about his great morning and how his mother had sucked him off while his sister fed him breakfast.

But as soon as he entered his fourth-period history class, taught by Glory, the morning faded away. It was like a switch had flipped in his brain: his entire focus turned to his sexy teacher. His mind worked in such a way that he found it easy to live fully in the moment, which meant that whatever or whomever was capturing his attention at that moment tended to monopolize it.

Now that he had more sexual experience, he didn't just dream of seeing Glory naked - he very vividly imagined all kinds of sexual things they could be doing together. Occasionally he looked around the class and marveled that the other students weren't all staring at him, since he was practically drooling and cumming in his chair as he fantasized about spending private time with their teacher.

But the great thing was, as soon as class was over, his fantasies tended to become his reality. As usual, Glory was formally attired in business dress, with fancy stockings and lacy underwear. But as soon as all the other students left, leaving Alan alone with her, she removed her clothes piece by piece, drawing it out like a professional striptease to drive him wild.

Because of his tennis schedule, she said as she stripped, "This week, let me focus on pleasing you. You'll be able to play better if your dick is well-drained before your matches, so you should let me relieve you every single day this week."

He was staggered by how much that sounded like something his mother would say. Of course he didn't point that out.

Glory continued, "We don't want to get into the habit of meeting every single day all the time or people will get suspicious, but we can risk it this week, to help your tennis matches. Then, if you do well enough, I'll give you a really big reward when your tournament is all over, to celebrate your victory."

He was far from the best player on the tennis team, and knew he had no chance of winning the whole tournament. But he also figured, Glory knows I'm not a great player. I'll bet her definition of "victory" will be pretty generous. As long as I still have a pulse when the tournament is over, she's gonna give me something good. Maybe she'll even let me fuck her! I sure could use some more fucking opportunities, with all the frustration about that at home. It would be heavenly to fuck Glory!

By the time he mumbled his approval, her mouth was already around his prick, happily slurping away naked and on her knees. As he was generally doing at home lately, he just stood there reveling in euphoria, rather than actively thrusting his hips or forcing her head back and forth. Then again, she was doing a great job and didn't need any help or encouragement.

She thought, Aaaaah! Even though I got to suck him on Saturday night at the costume party, it still feels like ages since my lips were wrapped around his thick shaft! I missed this so much! I don't know why, but I'm totally hooked on this young man's great cock! I know that, in a way, he's taking advantage of me. I suck him off most every day, and he just kicks back and enjoys it. But so what? I'm having a hell of a great time, and I'm getting more orgasms that he is! So there!

We have great chemistry, that's for sure! Whenever we kiss, or touch, or especially when I'm bobbing on him like this, I feel this endless tingling, like an electric charge, buzzing through my entire body! Gaawwwd, I crave it so much. No man has ever made me feel this way. No wonder he has all his other lovers. I'm nothing more than his lunch time cocksucking slut. That's so demeaning, but even that turns me on! It's fucked up!

Alan loved the way her tongue worked. It wasn't particularly long, but it was relentlessly active, always darting from here to there, always coming up with surprises. That also made her a great kisser.

After a short while, she stopped and looked up long enough to say, "Let's work on our blowjob teamwork. There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off for the whole lunch period. You can work on your control, and I'll work on how long my jaws can endure. Tell me when you're getting close, young man, because I don't want to see you shooting off early!" She said this in a stern voice, as if reminding him to complete a homework assignment.

He thought, What the heck? Now it sounds like she's channeling Aunt Suzy! If she only knew how much I'm practicing improving my stamina at home.

And speaking of "if only," if only Sean or Peter could see me now. They both have her as a teacher and think she's hot. Heck, everyone thinks she's hot. What would they think if they heard her say to me, "There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off for the whole lunch period"? Of course they wouldn't believe it. I can scarcely believe it myself, even as I caress the back of her head and hear and feel her slurping and sucking. Who says women don't like giving blowjobs? At least some women seem to love it!

Sure enough, she sucked him and stroked him for the whole lunch period. She didn't properly deep throat him per se, since that felt so good to him that he wouldn't last more than a minute or two without squirting, and she really wanted to see if they could do it for the whole time. But was hardly bothered by her gag reflex and often plunged down so deep that she had more than half his cock in her mouth, which definitely qualified as deep throating, even if it only lasted a few seconds each time.

Alan remained standing as Glory knelt naked between his legs. It would have been much more comfortable for him to sit, but he preferred the dominance aspect of towering over her.

He thought about just that while she blew him. Man, all this sexual success is going to my head. I'm letting my bad side, my wild side, run wild. I dunno why, but standing up like this is like a serious rush! Seeing my teacher, who was just lecturing us fully clothed a little while ago, naked and kneeling and feasting on my cock... MAN! How could anyone resist this kind of power trip? I don't want to turn into a bad asshole, but this just feels so goddamned great!

It's like that quote by St. Augustine: "Lord, give me chastity, but not yet." Exactly! Give me the ability to resist this kind of power rush, but not yet! Ironically, I first heard that quote from Glory in this very class. I wish I could tell her now that I remembered it, but, given the circumstances, it's probably better that I don't.

As usual, she used more suction than even Suzanne could manage, while fondling and licking him at the same time. She was even more passionate that usual, because she'd gone most of the weekend without any sex with a partner, except for her brief encounter with Alan at the costume party.

One thing she definitely didn't do was have sex with her boyfriend Garth. She knew she should have broken up with him already, but she couldn't bear to break the bad news to him. She knew it was taking the easy way out, but she was trying to let their relationship die a slow death. She figured that if she did it that way, by the time she broke it off with him, he wouldn't be that upset, and probably would even expect it. As a result, she had talked to Garth on the phone some, but she'd avoided seeing him all weekend. In fact, it had been a long time since she'd so much as kissed him.

In truth, having trouble breaking it off with him wasn't the only reason she was still technically dating him. She also got a sexual thrill thinking that although she was Garth's girlfriend, she really belonged to Alan. She didn't tell Alan to him face because she considered it demeaning and didn't want to give him a big head, but when she masturbated in private, she liked to fantasize that she was his personal slut, forced to do whatever he wanted her to do. A part of her was bothered that she couldn't have a conventional romantic relationship with her favorite student, but another part of her actually reveled in it.

She bobbed and licked with such enthusiasm that, after a while, her energy level inevitably began to lessen. They took brief breaks here and there, but, even with those, so much prolonged and inspired tongue action and jaw work was really tiring for her.

Alan remembered how much she got off on the idea of being naked in front of class, so he said to help revive her, "You know, I don't know if I'll be able to cum before class is over. Why don't I just stand behind the lectern and you can keep on sucking me? I'll pretend to be a guest lecturer while you kneel inside the lectern as much as you can."

Of course, he didn't really mean it. But Glory liked that pretend idea so much that she insisted they practice it right away, since they were in the middle of a strategic break anyway. She got up and repositioned herself and him. She knelt with her back against the lectern, which kept her head below the top of it. The class, had there been one, actually would not have been able to see her there while they were seated. However, if anyone stood near the door, there would be no way to miss her.

Alan shortly rued having come up with the idea, because Glory insisted that he pretend to be a guest lecturer and try to give a lecture on the European discovery of America at the lectern. She made certain that "try" was the operative word, because her mouth was crammed full of his cock before he even began to speak. She redoubled her efforts to distract him so much that he couldn't even think, much less talk at length about some ancient history subject.

Most of Alan's lecture sounded something like this. "So Columbus, he, uh... he sailed the ocean blue in 1492. ... Um, and uh... Let's see... There were, uh, three ships... UGH! God, that's so good. The Niña, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. ... He, uh, was trying to sail to India and calculated that uh, that uh... The um... JESUS! Glory, how do you expect me to last the whole lunchtime if you keep doing that? I'm only human, you know. ... Um, where was I? Um, so Columbus, he uh, thought the world was round and- JEEEE-SUS! Not the balls too?! I'm gonna blow for sure!"

It would have been a pretty pathetic lecture, but it was a really great blowjob. The more Glory could make him stumble and lose his place, the happier she was.

As if lecturing wasn't tough enough, Alan was also forced to stand the whole time. He ended up clutching the lectern with a death grip, just struggling to remain standing. Her blowjobs were that good.

But as good as they were, Glory was holding back just enough to keep him from cumming. She was watching the clock and when she deemed it was time for Alan to cum, she went into overdrive, grasping his balls and flying forward and back over his shaft until it seemed to him that her whole head was a blur from moving so quickly.

He fell to his knees and slumped against the lectern, still clutching on to what he could so he didn't fall all the way to the floor. When he finally reached orgasm and pumped his load into his teacher's mouth, he felt as if the heavens had opened and a choir of angels were serenading him.

Still, as always, he was mindful that he wanted her to have an orgasm too. So even as his body was convulsing spasmodically, he cried to her, "Cum for me! Cum!"

And she did. Just as she was improving her ability to keep him right on the edge of climax without quite going over, she was doing the same to herself by occasionally fingering herself as she sucked. So when the time came for him to cum, she almost always could push herself over the edge with ease. She actually was getting better orgasms, and more of them, blowing Alan than she had through any kind of sex with Garth.

Holy fuck, man! he thought, as he started to recovered after his big blast down her throat. She practically killed me with too much pleasure! I swear, even Aunt Suzy could learn something from Glory's techniques. WOW! There still is that special spark, that magical feeling, that makes her blowjobs extra awesome. How am I gonna make it through the rest of the day? I don't even know if I can walk, much less play tennis!

Then followed what was becoming a post-orgasmic ritual. Alan could do little more than melt into the floor; he was so overcome his knees felt like rubber. Glory, though, grabbed a can of air freshener and tried to mask the smell of their deeds. Her hair was particularly tussled from her rapid-fire action near the end, so she took some time brushing it until she looked semi-normal. She wore lipstick every day (which tended to leave red rings around Alan's dick), so she was careful to apply a fresh coat of lipstick to herself.

Usually she would make sure his penis was cleaned of her telltale lipstick marking. But occasionally, she would deliberately leave a red ring around his shaft, and say something like, "Let's see what your other sluts think of THAT! Consider that a message to them that this cock belongs to ME!" She knew she couldn't make that claim, but she liked to think that way anyway.

By this time, Alan would more or less revive. Glory would examine him and fuss over his clothes and hair until he was presentable, then send him on his way. It seemed she always timed it perfectly so that he left just a minute or two before she unlocked the door and the first students started coming in for fifth period. Sometimes, he would linger in the hall and watch for the others to arrive just to see just how much time they'd had to spare.

He was amazed that his body somehow managed to recover enough for him to play sports. He ended up playing tennis the entire sixth period hour, and then another hour and a half on top of it. There were sixteen players on the team, so he had five days to play the other fifteen players.