6 Times a Day

Ms. Rhymer had a short quiz planned near the end of class. Even during the student presentations, she only let herself consciously indulge in her lusty thoughts about Alan a little bit here and there, since she was a good teacher and she had to judge the quality of the presentations. (Although, subconsciously, her erotic fire kept burning.) But now that a quiz was taking place, she had nothing to do except sit there and keep an eye out for cheating.

As a result, she let her thoughts about Alan run wild some more. Let's put this together. Alan is a very well-endowed young man. It's not so much the length, which is nice, as it is the girth. That's more important for making a woman feel good. More importantly, he has a new attitude. He's suddenly overflowing with sexual confidence. It's so sexy! When he looks at me, it's like he's seducing me with his eyes! And, he has to climax six times a day! Six! Every single damn day. Not many guys could keep that pace, even if required to by medical necessity. Apparently, he's devoting most of that sexual energy to Suzanne Pestridge.

Hee-hee! I almost feel sorry for her! He described a typical blowjob she gives him, and I can tell from his passion that he really meant it. But have they stopped with that? I doubt it. Why should they? I wonder if he just fucks the shit out of her over and over, day after day, until she cries for mercy! God DAMN! Like I said, she's one lucky bitch! It's not normal to have sex that many times a day. I know that a woman is capable of climaxing several dozen times in a single day, but come on, that never happens in reality. And certainly not day after day after day!

I wonder how Mrs. Pestridge is holding up. I know she's a married woman, but the rumors I've heard are that her marriage has been in the dumps for years. That may be why she's willing to help Alan out with his enormous sexual needs. She's a real looker?! Soooo sexy! She's like a goddess! What an unbelievably lucky kid he is. To be frank, I can't think of a more attractive woman than her.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall, seeing those two get it on! I'm not some kind of voyeur, but I have to admit that would turn my engine on in a big way! What I heard yesterday should have made me jealous, but it only whetted my appetite to hear more. If he's really having sex with her that often, they'd have to vary it up. I don't think her pussy could handle getting a serious pounding from an oversized hammer like his SIX times a day! She really would have to beg off. I'll bet she gives him lots of handjobs, blowjobs, and even titfucks, so her pussy can have a rest from time to time!

My oh my, THAT would be a sight! I'm not into girls and threesomes, but anyone can see that Mrs. Pestridge is seriously endowed, and to picture Alan driving his big tool through her pale cleavage... Phew! Or gobbling down his staff, with her wavy red hair moving gracefully in time to her bobbing ruby red lips... And he claims that she can titfuck him and lick him at the same time! I can do that too, but I don't think many women can. He's right: it's like she is some kind of succubus, a creature born and bred for sex!

Wow! Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?! The thing is, six times daily is too much even for a woman who's as gorgeous and feminine as Suzanne Pestridge. She needs help! He's even admitted as much. I highly doubt he has all those other helpers. That's just teenage bluster, to divert attention from the one woman helping him out. Hell, by now I'll bet she would welcome help from his relentless pounding hammer with open arms! And since I know about his special treatment, I could be the one to step up to the plate!

Hell, haven't I committed already? I could lose my job just from what happened yesterday. As the saying goes, if you're gonna do the time, you might as well do the crime. Although, getting my hands around his hot cock certainly wouldn't feel like a crime to me. There's nothing I'd love more!

Damn you, Garth! Damn you to hell! Why can't you keep me sexually satisfied?! This is all your fault. You're so nice and loving, but that doesn't cut it. I want a total stud like Alan to rock my world! No, that's not fair to Garth, but it's still true. Somehow I can tell that my favorite student would melt my brain when he jackhammers my lava-hot pussy until I beg him to stop from too many orgasms. I can see it in his eyes. He wants me something fierce! Sometimes, it feels like he's fucking me with his eyes!

Ms. Rhymer continued fantasizing along those lines, which got her more and more excited about helping Alan with his orgasmic treatments. It was surprising that she didn't feel more jealous of Suzanne, but that's because, when she was thinking about Alan having sex with Suzanne, she was really mostly thinking of herself in Suzanne's shoes.

She grew so aroused that eventually she couldn't take it anymore. Since all her students were still fully occupied with the quiz, she picked up a Magic Marker from her desk and brought it down to her crotch. She didn't dare try for direct access to her privates, but simply rubbing the big pen through her clothes, she was able to stimulate her clit quite effectively.

Alan noticed that Ms. Rhymer wasn't really keeping an eagle eye out for cheaters, as she usually did during quizzes like this. True, she was staring at the class, but her eyes seemed glazed over, like she was off in some other world. This piqued his curiosity, so he kept glancing up at her despite the pressure to work on his quiz.

After a few minutes, he got lucky when he noticed how she brought the Magic Marker into her lap in a suspiciously guilty and surreptitious manner. Then, after a couple more minutes, he saw her arms move and her face flush. He had half a notion to go up to her after class and say, "I lost my pen; do you have one I can borrow?" but he decided that would be uncool. He wanted to encourage her to get hot and bothered over him during class, not embarrass her into stopping. Besides, he had to hurry to the supply closet as soon as class ended. He really wanted to make the most of every minute there.

Nonetheless, during the last few minutes of class he fantasized about her answering his question by handing him a Magic Marker covered with her pussy secretions. He fantasized what he would see if he could see right through her teacher's desk and watch the Magic Marker rubbing against her panties. With thoughts like those filling his brain, he didn't do very well on the quiz, and he didn't get any relief from his blue balls.

Meanwhile, Ms. Rhymer was slowly turning into a wreck. She'd masturbated enough to practically drive herself bonkers, yet she had to hold back from actually climaxing until the class was over, for fear of being too obvious and getting caught.

As soon as class ended, he got up and walked to her desk. He had to use the textbook over his crotch trick, because his dick was still very erect. He didn't know what to say, but he felt like he needed to connect and say something. So he quickly muttered, "Um, uh, Ms. Rhymer, thanks again for, uh, the extra credit help after school yesterday."

She was annoyed at first by him coming to her. She'd had to stop masturbating herself with the Magic Marker because she knew the class was ending. It was too risky while the students were up and walking around. But then she got a very wicked idea that made her smile. While sounding and acting more or less normal for all outward appearances, she said to him, quietly, "No problem. I try to help. And, uh, if you need that kind of help again, say, during lunch tomorrow, just let me know."

His heart leapt to his throat, and chills of pleasure ran down his spine. He wanted to jump for joy, but he forced himself to keep his cool. He muttered, "I can already tell you today that I'm going to need that kind of help tomorrow."

"Well, okay then. I'll see you then." Her heart was doing back flips too, although she was ultra-conscious not to show it.

He nodded, and then walked out the door with the textbook still strategically placed.

She waited until the very last student filed out. Since it was the start of lunch, she didn't have to worry about privacy. She immediately began frantically rubbing the Magic Marker up and down over her clit and wet slit to get the orgasmic satisfaction she so desperately craved.

It's happening! It's happening! He's gonna do it again! He's gonna whip out that fat cock of his, right in front of me! I hope he tells another sexy story about the oh-so-sexy Suzanne! I can't wait! It's gonna be so hot! Better yet, I should just... I should just... UNGH! HNNNG! I should just help him myself! With my hands, my mouth, my CUNT! Yes, Alan! Fuck your teacher! Fuck me good! Fuck me so fucking HARD! Make me your bitch just like you made Suzanne your bitch, you fucking STUD! UNH! UGH! Can't scream out! Can't scream out! Oh God! Here it comes! YEEEESSSSS!

She had the best orgasm she'd had in ages, with the Magic Marker helping her along.

A few minutes later, the guilt set in. She got up to change her panties and skirt suit and generally clean up herself and the classroom, before she could think about eating lunch.

Shit! I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe how I've been acting in class lately in general. This shit is spinning out of control! Even if no one's really noticed yet, it's just a matter of time before someone will, if I keep acting in such a reckless manner. Besides, there's no doubt it's affecting my teaching. It's a good thing I keep a spare set of clothes here for emergencies, or else I'd really be in a fix. Something has to change, and soon.

I have no choice. I'm going to have to tell Alan that I withdraw my offer to let him masturbate in my class. That way lies madness and disaster. Nothing can ever happen between us, so why should I torture myself by watching him do that? I have got to get a grip on myself, and fast!

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