6TAD Chapter 1081: Alan X Heather X Christine (Patreon)

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Alan tried hard to focus on Mr. Tompkins for the rest of the class,  but he was no more successful than before. It was almost as if the  teacher were speaking an unknown language.

Alan quickly gave up on trying to pay attention, thinking instead about his deadline for the UC Berkeley application. Okay,  I have until Saturday night. That's no problem, especially with  Thanksgiving vacation coming up. Fortunately, I wrote my essay two  months ago. I just have to get all my papers together and send  everything off. That shouldn't be too hard. I can't leave it to the last  hour of the last day, though; that would be insanely stupid. Maybe I  can do it today, after school.

It's just that there're so damn many sexy things  happening. Especially at home. Like Mom. When I get home, she's gonna be  there, probably dressed in an erotic apron and high heels, and nothing  else. She's too arousing and loving to be believed! Whenever I think of  her, I get so horny that it's crazy. It's like she could be the model  spokesperson for incest, if anyone ever tried to "sell" that idea.

He found himself caught up in a daydream. In his head, he saw  an image of Susan. Surprisingly, she was fully and conservatively  dressed, looking much as she did before his and her sexual awakening had  begun. She looked like she was in a television commercial and she held  up a bottle and stared straight into the viewer's eyes.

She said, "Is your house plagued by troublesome sperm  buildup? Is your son's penis tragically at the near-bursting point with  life-creating wriggly sperm that should be deposited deep in his mommy's  womb? Then try 'Incest-O-Matic'!"

The bottle in Susan's hand was thrust forward, filling Alan's  mental view. It looked like a bottle of Jack Daniel's, except for the  words "Incest-O-Matic" written in big letters across the front.

The bottle receded, and Susan's face came close. She said,  "Just one bottle of 'Incest-O-Matic' will turn any frumpy, normal mommy  into a raving, gorgeous, nymphomaniacal sperm receptacle!"

She opened the bottle and dumped the entire contents of it  over the top of her head. A torrent of liquid poured out, much, much  more than such a bottle could ever possibly contain. The gush of thick  fluid flowed down her head and upper torso and, as it cascaded down, her  frumpy clothes and accessories disappeared and in their place little  remained except exposed and wet skin. Even the ribbons in her hair and  her glasses melted away. Yet, apparently mindful that nudity is not  allowed on television, one of her arms strategically covered her nipples  (and little else).

Then her voice came back on as she continued to hold up the  now empty bottle. "That's right. Forget grout. Forget grime. Forget  dust. The worst problem plaguing the average homemaker in this day and  age is teenage sperm buildup. Don't let your son suffer blue balls! Buy  'Incest-O-Matic' today!"

She waved the bottle around excitedly, like some kind of  overexcited carnival barker. Her exceptionally large breasts bounced all  over the place, which made it seem as if the arm covering them would  lose the battle to contain them at any moment. "If you act now, you will  also get-"

Suddenly, Alan came out of his daydream. He heard his teacher Mr. Tompkins asking, "Anyone? Anyone?"

Alan belatedly realized that some sort of question had been  put to the class. He hoped he wouldn't be called on, because he didn't  even know the subject at hand. He figured he was already in deep trouble  as it was for being ten minutes late.

Luckily, someone else was called on and Mr. Tompkins went back to his lecture.

Alan thought, Not that many months ago, I would have had  my hand up in the air. I always used to have my hand up in the air. But  now, I'm dreaming of 'Incest-O-Matic'?! Some kind of twisted sex  commercial? What the hey? Someone should just lock me up and throw away  the key and get it over with already. How absurd. Rrggh.

But I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to be able to  concentrate on anything after a morning like this one? Between Mom and  Sis at home and Heather and Simone at school, it's lucky I'm not raving  and drooling in a straightjacket already. There's such a thing as too  much pleasure. I want to run screaming up and down the halls and tell  everyone how great life is, but I have to sit here and pretend that  things are normal. And then, as if that isn't enough, I have to sit next  to Christine in this stupid class. I can stare at her from three feet  away all class long if I want, and she doesn't even know what I'm doing.  At least, I hope she doesn't know...

He slipped into another daydream. The teacher asked another  question, and this time Christine was called on. That in itself was  hardly unusual; she always had her hand up for every question, and she  was invariably correct in her answers. But this time, she got one wrong.

He heard a strange yet familiar voice say, "Christine,  Christine. That is so unfortunate. Come up here." He looked up to the  front of the room and did not see the balding and pot-bellied yet  unusually "cool" Mr. Tompkins. Instead, a sexy female teacher who looked  and sounded almost exactly like Heather was behind the teacher's desk.  The main difference between her and the real Heather was that she seemed  about twenty years older. Her hair fell to the top of her shoulders  instead of going all the way down her back. But she still had Heather's  all-knowing and supremely confident smile on her face.

Christine stood up. She was dressed in a sedate and  unrevealing blouse, and a long gray dress that came down to her ankles.  She looked around uncertainly and walked forward. "Yes, Ms. Morgan?" she  asked in a worried voice as she got to the front of the class.

He remembered that Morgan was Heather's last name. Somehow,  it seemed right to call the teacher "Ms. Morgan" and not "Heather,"  since she was so much older and more mature, even if she was  fundamentally the same person. He noticed that she smiled and seemed to  have mellowed with age. Her smile almost appeared to be kind.

Ms. Morgan, dressed in the kind of clothes Glory would  typically teach in except with much more cleavage showing and wearing a  skirt far too short for any real teacher to ever wear, looked at  Christine with both disapproval and a mocking amusement. "You know what  the punishment is when a pretty girl fails to answer a question  correctly?"

Christine nodded sadly, then looked expectantly at Alan.

Now all eyes went to Alan.

He sat up in his chair in surprise, because he had no idea why he was suddenly the center of attention.

Christine bowed her head down mournfully. "Yes, I do. But,  but... I've never gotten a question wrong before. I've ... I've never  even been with a man before! Couldn't he and I, do first, uh, ...  something romantic... you know, I..."

"Silence!" Ms. Morgan slapped a ruler down hard on the table.  She shot Christine a dirty look, causing Christine to cower in abject  embarrassment.

Then Ms. Morgan was all smiles again as she looked at Alan  from across the room. "Hey stud, it looks like another special treat for  you. You get to pop another cherry! And the last virgin holdout in the  class, too. Would you like to come up and do the honors?" She seemed so  eager to see Christine humiliated that it was obvious the older Heather  wasn't that much kinder after all.

Forgetting he was daydreaming, he thought in wonder, Can this really be happening?

He stood up and looked around the imagined classroom. Very,  very few students in his real class were also in his dream class. Most  of the boys and all of the average looking or ugly girls were gone, and  in their place was a stunning array of incredibly gorgeous girls. Some  of them were real girls from school who happened to be in other classes,  including Amy, Katherine, and Janice. But most of them seemed to be  complete figments of his imagination.

He went to the front of the class and stood there, right next to a trembling Christine.

Ms. Morgan leaned forward on the other side of her desk, eagerly awaiting for the two of them to begin.

He could tell what he was supposed to do: fuck Christine on  the teacher's desk. But he was confused. Everyone appeared to have seen  this many times before, as if there was an established ritual. But his  mind was a complete blank of any previous experience.

"Christine, don't dilly dally!" The older Heather growled. "You know what to do."

"Yes, Ms. Morgan," she whispered.

The real Christine did not suffer fools gladly. Had this been  her, she would have stomped out of the room and gone straight to the  principal if not the police, and generally raised holy Hell. But the  dream Christine was meek.

Looking like she wanted to cry, she dropped to her knees and  began to fumble at the zipper on Alan's shorts. She complained, "This  isn't right! It's not fair!" But her words came out in such a quiet  whisper that even Alan could just barely hear her. A large part of her  seemed to very much want to see his penis, even as some other part of  her resisted.

The zipper went down and an extremely long, turgid dick fell out.

He was shocked to see that it was a good four inches longer  than his real life penis and a great deal wider too. It was a monster. A  murmur of wonder could be heard from his classmates. He noted that  apparently his stiff cock was a sight that continued to amaze even if  one had seen it many times before. It stood straight out from his body,  as stiff as an ironing board.

Christine made the sign of the cross over her chest as she  whispered and prayed, "Mother Mary, please protect me from this thing!  If there's a God, don't make my first time be humiliating like this!"  The rigid erection swayed menacingly around her nose.

After a quick glance at an increasingly impatient and irate  Ms. Morgan, Christine turned back to his hard-on inches from her face  and grabbed and steadied it with one hand. Her other hand went to one of  his balls, which she hefted up experimentally and uncertainly. She  began to tentatively stroke his boner with one hand, but she was doing  it all wrong, running her hand over the top as if petting the back of a  cat. Christine was broad-shouldered and big for her five foot nine  frame, but just the same her hand seemed comically small juxtaposed next  to Alan's freakishly large dream penis.

She kept her eyes closed as she timidly petted it. Tears began to pour out of her eyes.

He thought, This is wrong. She's not happy. I should stop this. Christine is a good girl. She doesn't deserve this. But there was no conviction behind his words. He had some kind of vague  notion that he was dreaming and noted that the dream-Alan didn't seem  to have many moral qualms about the situation.

Then what little fondling Christine was doing came to an end.  Instead, she asked with her eyes closed, "Ms. Morgan? Can I ask a  question? Why are we doing this? Why are you allowing this? Surely, as a  female teacher, you would see the need to maintain an equitable balance  between the sexes and prohibit this new school regulation that  specifically authorizes Alan and only Alan to have sex with every single  girl in the-"

"Quiet!" Ms. Morgan came around the desk. "How dare you  question my teaching methods and the school rules?! And look, Christine,  what kind of star pupil are you? You call that a handjob? Do I have to  show you everything? ... Fine."

One of Ms. Morgan's hands appeared from the side and nearly  surrounded Alan's massive erection. That hand went to the underside of  his cock and began to massage his sweet spot, just behind his cockhead.  "See? Right here. Focus here. Have you learned nothing from watching him  fuck the faces of all the other girls?"

Her other hand rested on top of Christine's immobilized hand  and she held it and brought it the underside of his shaft. "You do it!  And for God's sake, girl, your mouth is for licking or sucking his cock,  not complaining!"

Christine still seemed reluctant, so Ms. Morgan put her other  hand on Christine's head and forced Christine's face forward until her  tongue tentatively made contact with Alan's cockhead. While one of her  hands and one of Ms. Morgan's continued to jack off his thick log, she  experimented with flickering the tip of her tongue around his piss hole.

Ms. Morgan drew close as if to inspect what Christine was  doing from mere inches away. She breathed heavily onto his huge pole,  both because she was so aroused that she was having trouble breathing  and because she knew it would further stimulate him. Then her mouth drew  closer until her tongue also began to swirl around the tip of his  cockhead.

Christine was doing well by now, but her face was forced off  the thick erection as her teacher slowly claimed all of the cockhead for  herself.

Christine watched for a minute as Ms. Morgan licked, then  complained, "It's just too big! I'm scared." But her chest heaved as her  excitement grew.

The sight of the joint cock-licking also caused a small commotion in the class.

Alan heard murmurs of some classmates' gossipy comments. He  distinctly heard one girl say, "There Ms. Morgan goes again! Lucky  bitch. Gets to suck him off every day. She never lets any of us cocksuck  him without joining in!"

With Alan's cockhead now fully occupied by Ms. Morgan's busy  lips and tongue, Christine focused on her handjob techniques instead. A  jar of KY Jelly, or something similar, appeared somehow and Christine  smeared the jelly all over her hands and then all over his shaft. She  resumed stroking with both hands and did much better than before. Now  that his pole was properly lubricated, she seemed to increasingly enjoy  sliding and squeezing her hands all over it.

But, as Alan's classmates correctly predicted, Ms. Morgan  couldn't keep herself to just licking the tip. Soon she swallowed more  and more of the giant phallus. But since his dream-cock was so big, even  as she attempted to deep throat it, she could only take about half of  it. And it had such a great girth that she looked like she was trying to  swallow a Big Mac whole. Yet, amazingly, even with her mouth completely  full of cock, she continued to bark orders to Christine, saying things  like, "Tongue! Sirry girr, uuude da tongue!"

Christine, however, was still too shy to use her tongue, and  the best spot to rub just under his cockhead was already taken by her  teacher's sliding lips. She seemed to be at a loss and mostly just  stared at the incredible amount of impossibly thick cock Ms. Morgan had  somehow managed to fit inside her mouth.

The ever-helpful teacher noticed Christine's lack of activity  and cried out, "Da bawhs! Douwn foe-gehd the bawhs!" Tears of effort  ran down Ms. Morgan's face as her tongue somehow tantalizingly ran all  around the Coke can of cock inside her mouth.

Christine followed the teacher's advice. She began to lick  and suck Alan's balls while continuing to hold the base of his cock.  Since his cock was super-sized, there was a lot to hold. His balls were  proportionally sized to his cock, which meant there was no way for an  inexperienced girl like her to fit one inside her mouth. But she put her  lips and tongue to good use and even managed to continue to fist the  slippery lower half of his erection. Her body was betraying her and  getting into it. Yet, at the same time, her initial tears had given way  to open sobbing.

Alan was disturbed by that, yet he found her distress  strangely arousing. He was also frankly shocked that he hadn't cum yet,  given how he faced so much stimulation. Just the sight of Ms. Morgan  trying so hard to please by swallowing so much cock was more than enough  for him to cum. Yet, perhaps because it was a dream, he kept going with  even more stamina than the real Alan ever had.

Ms. Morgan finally pulled away, utterly exhausted by what  must have been a huge ordeal for her jaw. When she recovered her breath,  she said, "So Christine, that's how you suck cock. Any questions?"

"Yes!" Christine cried out as the tears flowed down her  cheeks. "You don't seriously expect me to put that whole thing in my  mouth, do you?!"

The teacher cackled an evil laugh. "You know that sucking his  cock is a requirement for any girl to pass this class, do you not?  Either you do it now, or you stay after school and practice, practice,  practice."

Christine just whimpered.

Still on her knees, Ms. Morgan unbuttoned a few buttons on  her blouse and looked up at Alan's face. "That reminds me. I know I'm  sounding like a broken record, but I have another extra credit project  for you to help me with after school. Your other favorite female  teachers will be there, as usual." She winked.

Alan nodded. He had no doubt that the "extra credit" involved  a lot of fucking and that all the other teachers were hot (after all,  it was his dream and clearly his imagination was extremely generous). If  the Heather in this alternate reality was anything like the real  Heather, it probably meant he was in for a lot of assfucking. He  imagined a row of female teachers with Playboy Playmate bodies, all bent  over in a line in front of class, waiting for him to pick an ass to  fill.

Christine experimentally ran her tongue around Alan's giant  erection, now that she had it all to herself. She was doing much better  now that she was highly aroused (though still incredibly embarrassed).

She soon rediscovered the sweet spot beneath his cockhead,  and began to lick there exclusively. At the same time, she continued to  rhythmically fist the rest of his shaft and fondle his balls.

But after a minute or two, Ms. Morgan barked, "Not bad, it  looks like you've been watching and learning what the other girls and I  do to it. But that's still a failing grade. Just start sucking on the  tip. Licking is not tough. I know you've aced all our cocksucking  academic assignments and tests; now's your chance to put that book  knowledge to practical use."

Christine complained, "But teacher, it's just too big!"

"Does my mouth look any bigger than yours? No. But I manage  to fit it in every day, several times a day I might add. Look at all the  other girls in this class. They've all done it too. So why can't you?  You're the lone holdout!"

So Christine did as she was told. She tried to get as much of  the tip in as she could, but his cockhead was so ridiculously wide that  it seemed to blot out her entire face. She continued to cry, though  maybe more from frustration and fear than humiliation.

Ms. Morgan still breathed heavily on Alan's enormous dick,  but she began to stand up. However, as she did she stepped on  Christine's long dress where it rested on the floor, and managed to rip  the fabric all the way up the side.

Christine stopped what she was doing and shrieked. In so doing, she opened her mouth wide.

Ms. Morgan had actually done this on purpose, hoping for this  very result. She suddenly grabbed Christine's head and shoved it  forwards onto Alan's huge shaft. Miraculously, the erection went inside,  though it seemed as if there wasn't a millimeter to spare on any side.

Christine's eyes bulged; she couldn't believe what was  happening. It didn't seem anatomically possible (and it wouldn't have  been outside a dream). Somehow, she had swallowed the entire giant  cockhead, and her lips were wrapped around his cock just past it, so her  lips provided friction right where his super-sensitive sweet spot was.

At first she just recovered a bit, and practiced breathing  through her nose. Soon she discovered everything was fine and that she  could even slide her lips back and forth on it. She seemed surprised and  energized by this feat and began to suck with abandon.

Ms. Morgan had been using her hands to help force Christine's  head back and forth over his erection, but before long she realized  that Christine didn't need the help and stopped doing it. She let go of  her completely and looked out over the class to see if they were paying  sufficient attention.

Alan simply could not believe how good it felt as Christine  fisted part of his cock, sucked on his cockhead, and played with his  balls on top of it. He had such a long erection that it very literally  seemed like he had two penises, a six-inch penis at the base and another  six-incher attached to the end of the first one, and she delivered  double the pleasure any normal penis could ever hope to experience.

Ms. Morgan, meanwhile, continued to "accidentally" walk all  over Christine's dress, tearing it here and there. Then she "helpfully"  took a pair of scissors and cut away what was left of it, which left  Christine below the waist in just socks, sneakers, and panties, while  fully dressed above it.

The teacher stood back and addressed the class. "As you can  see, Christine is working on preparing the cock for insertion into her  virgin pussy. Because it is so extremely huge, it needs to be very well  lubricated. Her mouth is not only getting his cock slick from her  saliva, but it should be making her fairly soaked down below, which will  also help. Aren't I right, girls?"

There was a nervous chuckle from the class.

Alan turned his head around and saw that most of the girls  had their hands on their crotches, their chests, or both. Some of them  appeared to make subtle rubbing motions, and some not so subtle. He  noticed that a few of them had their legs spread widely and were not  wearing any panties. The twenty percent or so of the class that was male  also seemed to clutch at and furtively fondle their loins.