6 Times a Day

He exclaimed boisterously, “COOL! Awesome! That’s so great! THANK YOU! I’m all over that!” Even as he said that, he suddenly stood up and unzipped his shorts. In a flash, he had his erection in his hand.

She stared at his crotch in sheer disbelief. Her jaw hung open and her eyes bugged out. “YOUNG MAN! Just what do you think you’re doing?!”

“Um… didn’t you just say I could masturbate here?”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean NOW! I meant at lunch, when I’m not around! I thought I’d go off to eat and leave you alone in my room for a while so you could take care of your business. Not this!”

“Oh. Sorry. Geez.” He covered his cock and balls with both hands. But he was still so very aroused that he was in no danger of going flaccid, at least not yet. “Should I… should I… stop?!”

She closed her eyes and covered them with a hand, in exasperation. “Of course you should stop! This kind of behavior is completely inappropriate! I’m your teacher!”

“Oh. Shoot! I’m so sorry! I… I… I misunderstood.” Now, his arousal level was starting to crash.

She sighed very heavily. She knew she needed to get him to stop or she would be getting into very dangerous waters, if she wasn’t half-drowning already. But she was so worked up that she didn’t want him to stop. “You really do have a problem with having to orgasm so much, don’t you? This is a real medical thing and not just some bullshit excuse, isn’t it?”

His hopes started to rebound. “I swear, it’s totally for real! Can’t you see the change in me lately? I feel like I’m totally transformed. Can’t you see how I can’t stop smiling? There’s no way to fake that.”

She grumbled, “If I were you, I wouldn’t stop smiling either, if Mrs. Pestridge is helping you like you say she is. But, uh… I’ll tell you what. I don’t want to be…I don’t want to stop you when you’re in this position. What if I… I’ll just go and stand out of sight, and then you can finish what you started? Is that… Can you, can you finish quickly?”

He nodded with near frantic eagerness. “Oh man! Definitely! Thank you SO MUCH! You won’t even notice I’m here!” Feeling emboldened, he let his shorts sag down his thighs, so his balls were fully exposed too. He was glad that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

She chuckled wryly. “Somehow, I very much doubt that! But… do what you’ve gotta do!” She took her hand from her face, opened her eyes, and stood up.

However, before she moved out of sight, she couldn’t resist taking a look at his erection. She hadn’t gotten a good look at first, because she was so shocked that he’d exposed himself that she wasn’t paying attention to details. But now he was looking away in embarrassment and his hands weren’t actually covering that much, since one hand was cupping his balls, so she dared to stare.

Holy FUCK! My young man is seriously well-hung! I always knew he was endowed since he’s erect around me so much, but I wasn’t expecting THAT! True, he’s not hung like a porn star, but that’ll do most nicely, thank you very much! Garth is hardly small, but Alan puts him to shame! WOW!

Although it was true that Alan’s eight-inch length and his extra thickness was much more than most, her impression was exaggerated by the taboo danger of the situation. In her mind, it looked even bigger than it actually was.

She finally realized she couldn’t stare forever, and she staggered off to the side. She muttered, “Okay. I’m… I’m good. You can, uh, continue.” She sounded relatively calm, except for her heavy panting, but she was so worked up that she actually clutched at her chest. She didn’t move all the way out of sight at all, because she had to sit on the edge of her desk. She literally felt weak in the knees.

Alan’s eyes were shut tight. He could sense the direction from where she was speaking, and he made a point of turning his head the other way, for good measure. He strongly suspected that his stunning teacher was a highly sexual woman, as well as an extremely curious one, and now that she was this aroused, she wouldn’t be able to resist peeking. So he was making it easy for her to do that without the fear of getting caught.

He said, “Right. Continue. Let’s see, where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you about how Suz- er, I mean the unnamed woman, what she does to me with her mouth. Like I said, she’s really great at that! She knows, like, a million different moves. She gets bobbing on me, with great suction, and then her tongue gets busy too. The combination is absolutely insane! And she uses her hands on my shaft and balls at the same time! It’s like an all-out sex attack!”

Ms. Rhymer was flabbergasted. When she’d told him to continue, she meant to continue masturbating, not tell his story. But she could see that he was doing both. He boldly slid his fingers up and down his shaft while he described what Suzanne did to him.

She sat on the desk at an angle where she could easily see everything he was doing to his erection. Even his balls were in view, due to the way he spread his legs wide. She simply couldn’t believe what was happening. When she’d come up with her plan to help him, she really imagined she would be out of the room while he masturbated. But events had spun out of control and she felt helpless to stop them.

In truth, she didn’t really want to stop them. Simply watching Alan masturbate was more arousing than anything she could ever remember doing with her boyfriend Garth. Then, with his description of what Suzanne did to him on top of it, she was so hot that she couldn’t believe it. The only trouble was, she felt like she couldn’t do anything about it. She wanted to rip her clothes off to relieve herself of the suffering heat, but she couldn’t. She wanted to touch her private places even more, but she couldn’t do that either.

She was trying to maintain that she was simply helping a friend with his “medical” treatment. She felt that as long as she didn’t touch him or do anything overtly sexual herself, she wasn’t really violating her teacher ethics. She knew, without a doubt, that she would lose her job if an authority were to walk in on her and Alan like this, but she felt that at least she was keeping to the spirit of just being a helpful friend and not a teacher having an affair with a student.

Since Alan was keeping his eyes closed and his head turned, she forgot about getting up to move all the way out of sight. She squirmed erotically as she tried with all her might to keep her lust contained. She knew that her panties were soaked and her juices were leaking down her inner thighs, but that couldn’t be helped. What she had to fight was the urge to touch herself down there and have an orgasm of her own. It felt like a losing battle, but she was fighting with all her might.

Meanwhile, Alan continued, “I understand that a lot of women, maybe most women, they’re not into blowjobs. But Suz- this woman, she’s just the opposite. It’s like she can’t get enough!” (He was being deliberately careless in letting Suzanne’s name slip.) “Not only does she always help me with that, gladly, but she does it for so long! Her goal isn’t to make me cum, it’s to make sure I DON’T cum, so the pleasure can go on forever! I swear… it’s just… so great! It’s not my stamina; it’s all her talent!”

As he spoke, he continued to jack off. He was mindful to do it in a way that put on a good show for his teacher. He let his erection poke out in her general direction, and only held it in place with a few strategically located fingers, so she could see his shaft from tip to base, except for where he was rubbing himself.

Ms. Rhymer found his description of Suzanne’s oral talents exciting, but hearing that also made her jealous. Without thinking, she blurted out, “She’s not so great! I can do all that, and more! Can she deep throat you too?”

He replied, also unthinkingly, “Actually, she can! She’s the only one of my helpers who can do that.”

The sexy teacher groaned with lust and frustration. Dammit! Fucking Suzanne Pestridge! Fucking goddess. She thinks she’s so great! And she is, I’m sure. But I’m even better! I wish I could show him! As good as she is, I could blow her out of the water! My deep throating skills are second to none!

And what’s with all these other helpers?! FUCK! What the fuck has happened to my sweet Alan?! It’s like he’s turned into some kind of sex stud overnight! Just look at him, stroking that massive cock! Is that what it is? Is that why all these women are helping him so much, because they found out he’s packing all that heat?!

I’m sure his medical whatever is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and maybe to them too. If you ask me, it sounds like bullshit that any medical problem can be solved with lots of orgasms. But so what? Clearly, he IS cumming like six guys combined every single day, and that’s really HOT! God, just look at that COCK! I want it!

He was already dangerously close to cumming. The shock and strangeness of the situation had put him off for a while, but now he was getting into a groove. He briefly peeked with his eyes mostly closed, and saw that his teacher was in clear view and staring right at his cock, and that sent his already sky-high arousal levels way up into the stratosphere.

In fact, he was so turned on that he knew he wouldn’t be able to continue his story for much longer. He decided to try to bring it to an end before he climaxed. “So, uh, anyway… she… she… it’s like she’s, she’s… a succubus! Like a, like a sex demon! She just oozes pure sex! Pure lust! She can’t get enough! She totally loves sucking my cock, and we do it every day, more than once!” 𝒃𝒆𝒐𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝙘𝙤𝒎

He was so carried away that he was no longer editing himself from saying words like cock. Ms. Rhymer was too far gone to care.

He was having a hard time talking, but he gasped out, “To show what I mean, she’s really into facials! She loves it when I cum on her face! She wants it! She begs for it, even! And her tits! She loves that too, when I squirt all over her big tits! She’ll rub ’em together, smearing the cum all over, and crane down and lick it up off her skin! And, and… and down her throat! Sometimes I fuck her face and cum right down her throat! OH GOD! I’m gonna… gonna cum now!”

Indeed, just as he’d lost all control over editing the language and content of his story, he’d lost all control over his urge to cum. But, as he felt his balls tightening, he realized that, for once, he didn’t have a beautiful women to cum on or in. To simply shoot his cum willy nilly all over the classroom seemed unthinkable, so he resorted to the only other option he could think of: he cupped his hand over the top of his cockhead and started shooting right into the palm of his hand.

Because he was in class with his teacher there, he was still trying to restrain himself somewhat, even now, with a great orgasm surging through him. It was far too late to stop himself from cumming, but he at least managed not to scream out loud. He made do with a series of loud gasps and grunts through clenched teeth.

Ms. Rhymer was even more restrained. It was a nearly Herculean effort, but her fear that Alan could open his eyes and look at her at any moment prevented her from touching herself. She wanted to orgasm more than ever in her life, but she felt that if she did, she would pass some point of no return. She still was trying to tell herself that she wasn’t getting sexually involved with her student.

She was a ball of needy sexual energy. She stood up and clenched her entire body, including her fists and her teeth, as if she was bracing herself for a full-frontal assault. Somehow, that helped. Her pussy was gushing and throbbing inside her drenched panties, and her erect nipples ached with need, but she just clenched and gasped, flexing all her muscles, until she heard and saw that Alan’s orgasm was coming to an end. Her own orgasmic need subsided, ever so slightly, but she still felt like she could explode into a cummy puddle with just a strategically placed puff of air.

A minute passed, and then another. Both teacher and student were slowly coming down from their erotic peaks.

As Alan returned to Earth, he realized he had an awkward problem: his penis had gone flaccid, but he was still standing near his teacher, with his shorts down his thighs and his hands soaked with cum. One hand was much wetter than the other, but both hands had been sloshing up and down his soaked erection. He felt he couldn’t even open his eyes, because Ms. Rhymer was still standing where she wasn’t supposed to be, within view of his crotch.

Finally, he said, “Um… Ms. Rhymer? I have kind of a problem. A kind of a… cleanliness problem.”

She had continued to stare longingly at his crotch, long after he’d gone flaccid. But those words caused her to snap into action. “Oh! Right! Let me get you some handi-wipes.” That had been embarrassing for her to say, especially since the reason she had handi-wipes on hand was because she’d been getting so wet while thinking about him in recent days.

Once she had several of the wipes in hand, she walked over to Alan and said, “Here.”

He was forced to open his eyes so he could take the wipes from her. He smiled at her and tried to act normal, despite the obviously bizarre situation. “Thanks.”

Her nostrils flared because of the smell of his cum. She could smell it from where she leaned against her desk once he began cumming copiously. But now that she was right next to him, the pungent smell was nearly overwhelming. She thought she was recovering, but it made her weak in the knees all over again. She quickly turned around and walked back to her desk, muttering, “Ah, I’ll, uh, leave you to that.”

He realized that things were getting very awkward, now that both of them were coming down from their sexual highs. So, as he used the wipes to clean his crotch, he said, “Ms. Rhymer, thank you SO MUCH for letting me do that. I really needed that release. You’re not just a great teacher, you’re a really great friend. And, I gotta say, definitely ‘coolest teacher ever!'”

She turned back to him and grinned. But then she saw his shorts were still pulled down, so she quickly turned away again. “Yeah, well, add to that ‘stupidest teacher ever.’ This has got to be the most reckless, harebrained thing I’ve ever done!”

As he wiped his penis clean, he said, “I don’t think so. Who’s going to know? Just you and me. I sure as heck won’t tell a soul, not even someone in the know, like a certain unnamed woman we shall not name.” He grinned at that, but she still had her back turned. “Seriously, I know this is such a bizarre thing that it hardly even seems real, but this is like medicine for me. Just like with that breast-feeding example I gave. And it’s doubly so because when I get home, sometimes the situation is not good.”

He paused after that, causing the always curious teacher to ask, “What do you mean?”

“You’ve met my mother Susan. You know how she’s super religious, super conservative about sexual stuff. When I get helped by, ah, certain unnamed women, it’s kind of behind her back. And she’s home a lot, since she doesn’t have an office-type job. So, when I get home, usually she’s there and this unnamed woman or my helpers aren’t. Often, I can’t even masturbate in private, for fear that she’ll find out. So being able to do it here today is like a lifesaver.”

Ms. Rhymer crossed her arms defiantly while continuing to face the other way. “Well, I’m glad that was good for something, at least. But don’t expect to make a habit out of it! I’m going to have to think on this hard and long to decide if I really want to risk everything just so you can relieve yourself. By the way, are you clean yet?”

“Just a sec.” He finished with the wipes and pulled his shorts back into place. “Okay, I’m good.”

She turned around with trepidation, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw he was presentable again.

He waved the soiled wipes in his hand. “What should I do with these?”

She sighed. “See? This is the kind of problem we have to face now. You can’t just put them in my trash can, because they’ll smell. Here.” She walked to him with more wipes. “Wrap them in these, and then put them in the bathroom trash or some place like that.”

She sniffed the air suspiciously. “But we’ve still got a smell problem. Help me open all the windows. We need to air this room out.”

As they worked on the windows, she continued, “You know and I know that we’re not sexually involved. I’m just giving you a chance to relieve yourself, since you have this extremely strange condition that kind of necessitates that. Other people wouldn’t understand, AT ALL! Because I’m an adult, they would accuse me of molesting you or something. I’d lose my job for sure. So I’m going to have to do a big rethink here. Now that I think about it, I don’t know what came over me, to even allow this much!”

He asked, “What if I were to masturbate at lunch, while you’re not there? Then all the blame could fall on me, if someone did find out.”

“Not necessarily. For instance, what about the smell? Young man, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just say it: you have a very pungent smell, a sweet smell. A classroom should never smell like that! And the lunch period isn’t that long. I would have to be there to help clean up. I’m going to need to buy lots of air freshener, for starters!” She sighed.

Her air freshener comment made him hopeful that she’d allow this to happen some more. Still, now that his lusty mood was over, he felt worried for her. “But I can’t let you take such a big risk for me.”

She growled unhappily, “Let me be the judge of that. Don’t expect anything tomorrow, young man. That’s for sure. I’m going to have to think this through carefully, and prepare. Maybe we can reduce the danger, if we’re clever. For instance, if you’re facing away from the door, and I’m in another part of the room, and you’re sitting with just your fly unzipped, you could make yourself presentable in a few seconds if someone burst through the door, couldn’t you?”

“Sure I could,” he said brightly. “And then nobody would be the wiser.”

They continued to discuss the practicalities of such a situation while airing out the room.

Two things became clear to Alan as they talked, although neither of them were plainly stated. One, Ms. Rhymer already seemed resolved to let him masturbate in her classroom in the future, and was just thinking through the details. And two, she seemed determined to be in the room while he did it.

This gave him great hope that he might have a realistic shot at getting intimate with the teacher he’d lusted after and even loved for more than two years. He could scarcely believe it, but so many other incredible things had happened to him lately that he was starting to believe the unbelievable.

He knew that what had just happened went far beyond a teacher simply trying to help a student with a difficult medical situation. Her lust had been clearly written on her face, and he’d been unusually bold to set a new norm of masturbating while she was right there, and all the while saying arousing things to her. He was optimistic that they’d reached a pivotal point from which there was no way back to normal.

He left her classroom about ten minutes later, after helping her clean up far beyond what was called for due just to his cum. She wasn’t consciously aware of it, but she delayed his leaving until it seemed their interaction was back on a normal, non-sexual level. But of course he was right and their relationship had changed permanently, no matter what happened in the future.

Once he was gone, she went to her seat behind her desk and held her head in her hand. She sighed with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Fuck! I think I just fucked up in a big way. Things were not supposed to go like that, at all! I just wanted to help him out, and now I end up lusting after him twice as much as before! Why does he have to be so well endowed and studly all of a sudden?! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get the image of him stroking himself out of my head!

And where are we supposed to go from here?! Now that I’ve let him do this much once, I can’t fairly prohibit him from doing it again. And I don’t want to. In fact, I must admit that I can’t wait to see him do that some more! But am I just setting myself up for torture? I am his teacher, period, end of story, so I can’t touch him under any circumstance! God knows I wish that was me he was talking about, not Mrs. Pestridge! I wish I could show him my deep throating skills, and so much more! But that’s simply impossible!

Although, if I’m in this much danger, why not take that next step? As long as I could get fired either way… NO! I can’t think like that! Besides, it’s not just the danger of getting caught. There are so many reasons why a teacher and a student should never get involved. Especially since I already have a serious boyfriend. This is madness!

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