6 Times a Day

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1219 [3K words]



Alan let out a big sigh of relief as the door closed and he sagged back against it. "Phew! Man! I'm not good at that whole naked in public thing. But you were like a wild tiger. Were you content to ride up and down all day long, not caring who sees you?"

She had already put her purse and overcoat down, along with the flowers; now she was methodically stepping out of her dress and removing her earrings and other jewelry. But upon hearing what he said, she burst into laughter. "Yes! Actually, I'm still planning to ride up and down all day long, not caring who sees me, but we're going to do it in my bed!"

He laughed. He had his jacket, tie, and pants off by now, but still wore his dress shirt. However, she obviously was in no mood to wait around, so he let himself get dragged along, trying to unbutton the shirt as he went.

She said as she took him down a hallway. "This is my place. You like? Let me give you the tour." She waved a hand through the air. "These are all the other rooms, the non-fucking rooms." She reached the door to her bedroom and stopped. "Ah. And here's the most important room, my bedroom, where you're going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of me. End of tour."

Alan laughed. He finished with his buttons and tossed his shirt carelessly to the floor. "Okay, if you're gonna be that way, then I'm gonna..." He suddenly reached out and picked her up, kicked her door open, and carried her across the threshold into her room.

She shrieked and pounded her fists on his body, yelling, "You beast!" But it was all in good fun and, in fact, she obviously loved it.

He deposited her on her bed and lay down on top of her. They kissed again, and it was magical and electric, again.

Pausing for breath between kisses, he said, "You know, I'm not as dumb as I look. I noticed when you were taking your dress off just a minute or two ago that you weren't wearing any panties."

She laughed while looking abashed. She paused to wonder why she didn't wear panties, not realizing that she was still unconsciously following a command Alan had given her some days before. But she did belatedly realize it was a sign. "Dammit! You

got me. I guess I was a goner as soon as I dressed this morning, sans panties. Somehow, deep down, I knew I'd end up right here with you on top of me."

"Really? 'Cos I sure didn't. Are you honestly sure this is a good idea? You're not going to regret this tomorrow? 'Cos I don't want to ruin-"

She reached up as he was talking, wrapped her arms around his head, and pulled him back down for another kiss. "Shut up and kiss me!"

He did, but she pulled away after just a brief kiss and said absentmindedly, "Oh, and one other thing." She put her finger on her chin and pretended to be trying hard to remember. "Oh yeah! And literally fuck me in two."

He laughed, and then asked, "Are you sure? 'Cos after what you did in the elevator I was thinking I could reciprocate and go down on you, you know, to warm you up and-"

She cut him off again. "Warm me up? If I were any hotter you could flambé a coq au vin on my ass! Going down on me is nice and great in normal times, but I NEED you in me! I need you to take me, lay claim to me, and reaffirm everything that we have. Please, Alan!"

He was extremely aroused and very happy to oblige. He started to readjust his body to get in position.

But she pulled him close again until they were staring eyeball to eyeball. "Wait, young man. You don't understand. I'm not talking about any ol' fuck. I want you to fuck me so good, so hard, and so long that you leave me a gibbering idiot drooling in a straitjacket in an insane asylum! I want you, no, I NEED you to fuck me until I cum and then I'll be too sensitive and you'll have to stop. Only you won't stop, you'll just keep fucking and fucking and fucking until I beg for mercy but you won't care, you'll just keep on fucking like a madman until we both pass out! Do I make myself clear, young man?"

"Wow," he replied, genuinely intimidated by the tall and passionately expressed order. "I don't know. I mean, I just came once already a few minutes ago."

She said with great confidence, "You can and you will. You did it to me once before, and that was the sexual highlight of my life. If I'm going to be a total fucking idiot and stick with you despite the harem, despite the incest, despite über-bitch Heather, despite my job, and despite all the other craziness that seems to stick to you like glue, you need to do this one thing for me. Then, once I'm a gibbering idiot, I won't have to worry about all that other stuff. You see?"

He grinned. He knew she didn't really want to be a "gibbering idiot" but she did want the greatest sex she'd ever had. As he silently positioned himself, he tried to psych himself up. Okay. That is a tall order. A really tall one. Especially if she knew everything that's happened to me today already. I'm mentally and physically at the end of my rope. But I can do this! One last hurrah. Everyone's always talking about me like I'm some kind of super stud and even a "fuck lord"; this is my chance to live up to the hype. I've done this "royally fuck her brains out" thing before with Glory and I can do it again. I know I can!

As he lined up his erection with her sopping wet pussy, she said, "What are you thinking? ... Wait. Don't tell me; I'm asking too much. Don't worry if you don't feel up for all that; you don't have to really-"

But she never got to finish her thought because he suddenly pushed into her, impaling her all the way in one deep stroke until he completely bottomed out, sliding alongside and then past her cervix.

Her eyes bulged out in cartoon comic fashion. "Hoooooly... mother of God! DAMN, that's deep!"

His grin widened as he saw her responding just like he'd hoped she would. He started stroking in and out, building up a steady rhythm.

At first, she just struggled to catch her breath and adjust to what he was doing, but soon she grew more relaxed and was able to just lay back and enjoy it. For now, she was content for him to do all the work. Since he was plowing in and out with such fervor there was little she could do with her hips or pussy to affect things much in any case.

After a couple of minutes she said, "Damn you, Alan Evan Plummer, damn you! Fuck YOU!" "What?" He still grinned because he knew from the look on her face that she was far from mad at him.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Why do you have to be such a fucking good fucker? It's not fair. And then you have to be so cute and lovable to boot. No wonder you have a fucking harem of Playboy bunnies or porn stars or whatever the fuck they are! Jesus!" Her whole body shook back and forth in time to his thrusts.

Grinning even more, he teased between huffs and puffs, "Are you using curse words? You're supposed to be a moral example for us kids."

She burst into near hysterical laughter. "Moral example? Right! Just look at me. I can see the newspaper headline tomorrow: 'Teacher-Slut Screwed to Death by Overly Endowed Student-

Stud!""

He laughed again, thrusting strongly all the while. Somehow the mock headline redoubled his resolve to see if he could really "screw her to death."

She thought, Good Lord, I AM getting screwed in my own bed by one of my students. How wrong! How wondrously, gloriously wrong! I'm so terrible. If the other teachers could only see me now... He continued to drive into her with a steady and relentless rhythm. The deep throat blowjob earlier allowed him to keep stroking and stroking without worrying too much whether he would cum too soon.

He kept it up until she had a nice climax. But he recalled her earlier "demands" and knew that was just the start. Once she came, he figured that she would be overly sensitive, so he slowed

down greatly.

But she wasn't having it. She tried squeezing his erection with her pussy walls, while attempting to thrust up with her hips too. But that didn't get the response she wanted, so she said, "If you're going to fuck like I'm fucking made of frickin' porcelain, then let me have a time out here so I can take a piss. Sheesh!"

Again, her words sounded harsh, but she and he were so giddy that it was obvious she was just having fun yanking his chain a little.

He rolled over and lay on his back so she could climb out. "Boy, you're really cursing like a drunken sailor today."

"What can I say? I'm just letting it all hang out. Which is why I'm going to... do THIS!"

She'd appeared to be walking away, but suddenly turned around and literally leaped into the air, throwing herself right on top of an extremely surprised Alan.

He just had enough time to brace himself for her landing so she didn't knock the wind out of

him. Her body bounced up and down on his several times before finally coming to a stop. By the time he'd gathered his wits and stopped laughing, he realized she was straddling him and lowering herself down on his turgid erection.

"I told you not to go easy, young man. I'm not a fucking china doll!"

"I can see that. Damn, you're a spitfire! Was that a professional wrestling body slam move?

Do you have a secret career I don't know about?"

She tickled him and joked, "Yeah! But I wear a mask so you can't recognize me. They call me The Body Slam Babe." She sat up on his chest.

"Uh-oh!" He tickled back. "I feel a role-play coming on!"

She laughed joyously. "Uh-oh, yourself! You're no match for the Body Slam Babe!" She tried

to use her superior position straddled on top of his body to tickle him until he cried "uncle." "Well, two can play that game!" Even though she was on top, he started thrusting his hips up, causing her to nearly fly completely off his erection more than once. After each such thrust she came crashing back down on him, re-impaling herself in a near violent and almost painful

collision.

"Oh yeah?" she screamed. Clearly, she loved the competition.

For the next few minutes, the two of them engaged in a friendly but intense game of trying to

out-fuck each other. He would do something like reach up and grasp at her breasts and yell, "Take that!" only to have her do something in return like reach down and twist one of his nipples and yell, "Take THAT!" All the while, she continued to bounce up and down wildly and both of them had to fight from laughing too much. Tickle attacks only made the laughter problem that much more difficult.

Eventually, after a particularly big tickle attack, he found himself back on top. Once that

happened, he took control of the situation thanks to steady, driving thrusts. He said

triumphantly, "So, you're the BS Babe? You try to bullshit people to death? Is that a commentary on the state of public education today?"

She laughed hard as she panted. "Please! ... No jokes! ... Can't breathe!"

He stopped joking because her burning cunt was driving him wild and all he wanted to do was

fuck it until he drowned it in cum.

She soon was reduced to doing nothing but just trying to breathe consistently as he nailed her

hard, again and again and again.

The mood swung from playful yet intense to serious, sweaty, and even more intense. As he

built up an increasingly powerful rhythm, he said, "Now Glory... listen to me... You can't cum

... until I say so."

"Oh yeah?" "Yeah!"

With that (somewhat) settled, he redoubled his efforts to fuck her harder, deeper, and better than he'd ever fucked anyone before. He twisted his hips in unexpected ways at times to throw off the rhythm and surprise her, which worked well.

He thought, Okay, I have to get into "The Zone," whatever the hell that means. I can't let myself cum

for anything. I can't get tired. Can't slow down. Just fuck her brains out, fuck till she's begging. She's been so great for me that I've gotta give her all I've got!

Since his sex life had reached such crazy, overactive levels in recent weeks, he'd found a

variety of ways to conserve his energy while having sexual fun. For instance he usually let the woman get on top and do most of the work, not out of selfishness but just pure survival instincts. Most of the time his relative laziness didn't matter since they had their orgasms too. But this time, he didn't hold back in any way. His body existed simply to provide her with

the greatest orgasm she'd ever had.

She remembered the last time he'd fucked her like this, and the feeling of sheer helplessness that came over her back then. And sure enough, she felt that way again. He was simply relentless, an unstoppable force. Only it was more intense for her than before because of his command for her not to cum until he said so. It made her feel even more helpless in the face of his sheer erotic onslaught.

Before long, she was begging, "Please! Can I cum now?!"

But Alan, if he would answer at all, would only shake his head no, causing sweat to fly off his

brow.

The urge for her to cum in the face of such a thorough nailing was nearly irresistible and it

took all her willpower to hold out. But that willpower was slowly slipping away and she didn't want to lose face and cum without permission. For a while, she tried to make him cum before she did, but that didn't work at all because he was drilling her so hard that all she could do was

lie there and take it.

Soon her pleas turned more into orders. "Let me cum! Goddammit, let me cum, you

motherfucker!" Since it was technically true that he fucked his mother, she spat out "motherfucker" with particular relish.

The sweat seemed to be pouring off her by the bucket load, and the room had turned into a

sauna of heavy sex-drenched air that made it even more difficult to breathe than before. She pleaded, "Goddammit, what's it going to take?! For the love of God, please let me cum! I'm gonna die!"

He had been steadily spiraling up and up to his own great climax, basking in his sexual success. He felt less like a human and more like a locomotive, always churning and driving and moving forward, completely unstoppable. He drew on energy reserves he didn't even know he had. But when she screamed with desperation "I'm gonna die!" he realized the time was right to bring the fun to an end.

He started to slow, and yelled, "Cum! Cum now!" Then he drew back until his cockhead was

barely connected to her pussy lips and rammed home one final time, thrusting as deep down into her as humanly possible.

Both of them screamed at the top of their lungs as his cum poured into the back of her pussy like molten lava. Her whole body twitched and shook as the supreme climax she'd been dreaming he could give her coursed through her, washed over her like a tidal wave, and, at

least for some long and glorious moments, robbed her of all her sense and temporarily turned her into the very "gibbering idiot" that she'd been joking about.

Then their bodies started to crash from the great physical effort they'd just gone through and

both of them passed out.

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