6 Times a Day-Chapter 1078 Alan X Heather X Simone 6K

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At the very moment that Rock said that, Alan and Heather were only a couple hundred yards away. Alan aggressively thrust his hips and pounded his cock into Heather's face.

Heather gasped for breath through her nose as she fought to tease his cock with her tongue and lips despite all the motion, so she could taste another load.

But suddenly Alan stepped back, leaving her mouth empty. He told her, "Bitchslut, we need to do something else. Time is wasting. Crawl across the room until you reach that table."

Her eyes followed where his finger pointed. "Yes, Sir."

Puzzled by his command, she began to crawl. She started to complain to herself, What is this? I'll bet he's just trying to humiliate me some more. He and Simone are laughing at my expense! Enough of this. Who does he think he's dealing with? I'm Heather, God dammit! I'm the queen of the school! Head cheerleader! Men crawl to ME on hands and knees, not the other way around! I don't need this abuse. I'm going to stand up right now, flip them the bird, and walk out of here!

Instead, she kept crawling. She was so overwhelmed by lust that she could barely think straight. It was as if she was both drunk and drugged. She reached the table he'd pointed to, and asked, "Well, Sir? I'm here."

"Very good. Now crawl back." He'd made her crawl to give Simone time to prepare the dildo without Heather seeing, but also just to enjoy the sight of Heather crawling.

Simone chortled with laughter.

Heather was even more upset than before, although it didn't show on her lusty face. That's it! I am SO going to DESTROY him today! And to think that a minute ago I was practically worshipping his cock. Cocksucking?! Me?! Forget it! Never again. I'm so out of here. I am going to get up and leave. Now. Right now. This very second.

But Heather did no such thing. Her conscious brain had very little control over her body, and the more she crawled, the more aroused she became.

By the time she finished crawling back to Alan, her lust was so off the scale that the room actually seemed to be slightly spinning. She dizzily comprehended that Alan and Simone no longer stood. Instead, Alan sat on a couch, wearing just his T-shirt, and Simone hovered over him, about to sit down onto the stiffness protruding from his lap.

Alan said to her, "Come here, bitchslut. Simone's having some trouble putting it in her hole. Help her slide it in."

Heather screamed out loud, "NoooOOOOoooo! Please! Sir! Please! Fuck ME!"

"Shush, bitchslut; these walls are only so thick. Now do what you're told."

Heather did as she was told with a heavy heart. She got up on her knees and put her face practically in Simone's butt while Simone gripped the back of the couch with both hands to hang about a foot above Alan.

Heather lined Alan's hard-on up with Simone's pussy, but the sensation of his hot and throbbing meat was too much for her to resist. She pushed the tip of his cockhead slightly into Simone's pussy lips, but did it as slowly as she could so she could lick Alan's boner from base to head with all the eagerness of a hungry dog.

She muttered between long licks, "I can't BELIEVE I'm doing this! It's so humiliating. But somehow, it seems so right. I deserve to be on my knees, while Alan... Oh shit. I'm speaking out loud, aren't I?"

To Heather's horror, Simone laughed, confirming that she had been accidentally speaking aloud. Heather was so far gone that she really couldn't think straight.

Simone finally grew tired of holding herself in a precarious position and suddenly sat down on Alan's prick, giving Heather just enough time to get her head out of the way.

Heather wanted to scream with frustration from being denied access. Then she remembered how she'd just told herself she would never suck his cock again and juxtaposed that with the fact she was licking her tongue up and down his stiff pole less than a minute later. She absolutely wanted to die, horrified at her lack of self-control. She was too far gone to think clearly, but one word ran through her head over and over: Revenge!

A minute later, she found herself face down, with her upper body resting on a low table, and her lower body resting on Simone's legs. Her knees rested on the couch, one on each side of Alan and Simone, and her ankles up against the couch backrest. It was surprisingly comfortable, except that her large breasts were squished onto the cold table top, and Simone continuously bounced up and down as she rose and fell on Alan's dick.

Each bounce reverberated through Heather's body and rankled her to no end. Yet her arousal remained sky high.

Alan had been keeping the dildo that Simone had chosen behind his back, and now that Heather could no longer see what he and Simone were doing, he handed it to Simone.

Like a magician preparing for a trick by showing that nothing was up his or her sleeve, Simone ostentatiously waved the dildo around, making sure to hold it near Alan's head for a few moments so he could appreciate just how big it was.

Alan hadn't really had a good look yet at this dildo that Simone had bought the day before, and he was quite surprised. It was a good eleven inches long, and black in color.

Simone suddenly brought it down to Heather's anus and poked it at the entrance.

Heather gasped, and found her whole body was quivering in anticipation. This was what she'd been waiting for for so long. Even if it wasn't Alan's actual cock, it was close enough, given her desperate anal desire. This was why she'd tossed and turned all night long, begging and praying for this moment to finally come.

But just as suddenly, the dildo was gone.

Heather heard some sounds, but couldn't tell what was happening. Simone's bouncing had come to a stop for now (presumably, Alan needed one of his strategic breaks), but there were strange slurping sounds. She frantically tried to turn her head to see what was happening, but she couldn't turn far enough.

Alan chided her, "Bitchslut, what are the rules?"

"Um, I can't touch my Bitch Trainer, Sir. Can't look at it, either." It was very, very difficult for her to say even that much in her sexual fog, but she knew she had to if she was to get her reward.

"Very good," he replied. "In case you're curious, Simone is preparing your Bitch Trainer with her mouth. Getting it warmed up, so to speak. She's sucking on it like a fat cock, and teasing me quite a bit in the process, I might add. Not only that, but she's squeezing my cock with her cunt when she knows I'm trying to rest. Naughty girl."

"Oops." Simone laughed heartily.

He said, "Okay, I think if you prepare that dildo any more, it's going to shoot a load, and I will too. Give it to the bitchslut where she needs it, but first get rid of that butt floss. It's in the way."

Heather's butt floss/thong was around her upper thighs and certainly no impediment to inserting a dildo. The logical way to get rid of it to do would have been to pull it the rest of the way off. But instead Simone brought the thin fabric back up into place then dramatically yanked at it. She pulled it first one and then two feet away from Heather's body. It cut sharply into Heather's pussy lips, causing her to gasp in delight and pain. But then, suddenly, it broke and flew off.

Heather dimly realized this could be a problem for the rest of the school day. Then, after a few moments, the implications hit her like a punch in the face. What little she had in the way of panties was now useless and her skirt was so short that she would have to walk stiffly and never bend or sit if she didn't want anyone to see her privates.

She strongly suspected Alan realized the implications and had Simone ruin her underwear on purpose, to further humiliate her. But there was nothing she could do about it now. It only inflamed her even more to realize she in fact loved it and that it made her even that much more of a shameless bitchslut for him. As it was, she was on the verge of hyperventilating, she was so thrilled.

Simone again brought the dildo to Heather's twitching and puckered anal entrance, but even that little gesture was too much for Heather in her current state. Her whole body began to flop about as an awe-inspiring climax ripped through her. Now the physical connection between her and Simone that caused her to feel Simone and Alan fucking worked in reverse: Alan and Simone both shook as Heather shuddered and squirmed in orgasmic delight all over Simone's lap.

Simone decided to wait for Heather to calm down before proceeding. She used the break to blindfold the unresisting cheerleader. She also applied a new layer of lube to Heather's ass. She used an index finger to both spread the lube and probe around inside, which didn't help Heather calm down.

To further help pass the time, and for Simone's own amusement, she asked Heather, "So. I couldn't help but notice that you're really getting into cocksucking these days, girl. What gives? I thought you hated it."

The bitchy blonde just breathed for a minute or more, sighing heavily over and over. She sighed mostly to recover her breath, but also in memory of what a wonderful experience she'd just had.

Finally, Heather was able to talk and said, "I know. I do. I still do. I despise it! But... but..."

Apparently, that was the end of Heather's answer. Simone decided not to press the question since she'd been needling and laughing at Heather so much already. She felt conflicted because she did consider herself a good friend to Heather, yet she also greatly enjoyed watching her suffer.

Simone's desire to bring Heather down a notch or two had been sated, at least for a while, and now she wanted to give her pleasure. "Okay, girl. Because you've been generally good and patient, we've selected a Bitch Trainer today that's a little bit longer and a little bit wider than yesterday's." She added in a challenging tone while brushing a finger through Heather's ass crack, "Think you can take it?"

Heather answered by letting out an incoherent groan of great desire. "Oooohrhhaggghh!" She was so horny that she wasn't capable of coherent speech.

Chuckling, Simone said, "I take it that's a yes." She brought the dildo to Heather's anus again and pressed it up against the tiny hole.

Alan, after having so much sexy fun in the course of the morning already, was happy to take a back seat to the action for a while. He was content to just feel the fullness of his hard-on sheathed by Simone's pussy walls and watch Simone take charge. After all, this was Simone's job to do most of the time from now on, so the less instruction she needed, the better. He felt she had things well in hand.

He leaned forward, however, so he could get a better view of the insertion. He was rather startled to see such a jet black dildo enter a white woman, even if she was deeply tanned.

Heather was extremely relaxed after her big orgasm, even while she was high as a kite with lust and anticipation. Her whole body was so limp it seemed boneless.

That made Simone's job slightly easier. Slowly but surely, she managed to press inwards until the massive head popped through into Heather's tightly stretched asshole. After a brief pause to let Heather grow accustomed to the size, she started pushing again.

Heather puffed and moaned as the giant intrusion slowly and inexorably worked deeper into her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tears began to fall down as she suppressed the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. She marveled at the thought, I'm supposed to do this every single morning from now on?! No fucking way!

Every inch of her body was well aware that this dildo was bigger than any previous one she had taken. She could feel a tingling sensation even in the tips of her toes as the fat inches continued to slip into her, like a camel trying to slip through the eye of a needle.

Suddenly she arched her back and cried out, "Oh! Alan! You're so BIG!"

Alan chuckled. That's funny. She's pretty far gone, but I guess that shows that on some level whenever she feels these dildos inside of her, she's imagining that it's really my dick. I like that. It would be inhuman to have a penis that big, though. Dang! I mean, seriously, how can that possibly fit in THAT hole?! It's like trying to shove a thermos in her ass!

Alan and Simone seemed transfixed as they watched the dildo slowly impale Heather's ass. Simone's hands held the black dildo tightly, making it almost seem like an extension of her dark arm.

Then, all of a sudden, they were shaken from their reverie by the sounds of school bells. It came from a long ways off, and was muffled by the nearly totally soundproof walls, but they could hear it.

Heather shrieked in frustration, "NOOOO!" Even through her sex-induced haze, she recognized the strident sound of the familiar school bells, muffled though it was.

Alan immediately reassured her and Simone. "Relax. We're not stopping until we get this in. Looks like we're all going to be late today, but so what? Does anyone mind?"

Heather laughed, nearly deliriously. "No fucking way!"

He added, "Simone, please do hurry it up a bit, if you can." He reassuringly stroked one of Heather's buttocks as he said this.

"I can't really," Simone grunted, the effort of pushing the dildo rather obvious in her voice. "I'd split her in two. I don't get how it slowly goes in deeper and deeper, as it is." But at the same time, she wanted him to finish fucking her in the little time they had yet, so she resumed lightly bouncing on his dick even as her pussy walls continued to rhythmically squeeze him.

He also started to thrust with his hips a bit, but it was difficult with the entire weight of Simone, and some of Heather's, resting on top of him. He leaned forward and began to lick and nibble at Simone's neck.

That triggered an unexpected orgasm for Simone, and she doubled forward and thrashed about, causing Heather's legs to fall off of her lap and back to the couch on either side.

Alan, however, had truly become a master at delaying his climaxes. Despite all the mental and physical stimulation, he was just getting warmed up.

Heather whined in a little girl's voice as it became clear she was being ignored in favor of more vigorous fucking.

Simone recovered a bit and said, "Don't worry, girl, we're getting to you. Hold your horses." As she straightened out and redirected her attention to Heather's ass, she muttered, "This is crazy! Here I am, buck naked, impaled on a huge, perpetually hard cock, and stuffing a dildo up Heather's ass, when I should be sitting in chemistry class learning about organic compounds. If people only knew!"

Alan briefly pondered Simone's "If people only knew" comment, but he was filled with worry, not wonder. He knew that he was already quite unpopular with many students, and if this kind of thing came out, he would be considered even more of a sexual freak than he already was.

Simone grasped the dildo and pushed it in a bit further even as she recovered enough to resume rhythmically squeezing his cock.

But Heather had trouble taking any more of the plastic invader. Her body shook and she yelled, "Oh, Alan! It hurts! It hurts!" She closed her eyes tightly even though she wore a blindfold.

Simone answered for Alan, "Don't worry, girl. It hurts now, but the pain will turn to pleasure. No pain, no gain. Just be strong."

"Oh, Alan..." Heather whimpered and moaned, squirming her ass this way and that. "Please, go slow. Too much ... too much cock!"

Simone was a bit miffed that Heather seemed to be acting as if Alan was buttfucking her and she wasn't even in the picture, but she was more amused than annoyed. She continued to apply more lube to the still exposed parts of the dildo, and she continued to push it into her friend's writhing and trembling ass. Inch after inch it went in, and yet there seemed to be no end to it.

As Simone passed the eight inch mark or thereabouts, Alan began to get concerned. He had to suppress the urge to lean forward to find if he could see a bulge on Heather's front side where the dildo distended her belly outwards. Rationally, he knew there would be no such bulge, but he couldn't believe so much plastic could fit inside a person. The dildo seemed longer than Heather's torso was wide.

He asked with concern, "Heather, are you okay? What are you thinking? Talk to me!"

Heather was feeling intense discomfort, but at the same time an increasing amount of pleasure. She was a determined woman, and wasn't about to give up now. She sighed, and said with surprising tenderness, "Oh, Alan! Sir! How can I not feel for you? You're too good to me..."

Both Simone and Alan were very surprised by that. It seemed so incongruous: how was Alan too good to her when all he had done was demean and humiliate her since he'd first arrived? But those were Heather's sincerest thoughts at the moment. She did have a vague notion that Simone was somehow involved in what was happening, and her love spread to good feelings for Simone as well.

Simone continued to press ever deeper. Because this dildo completely filled the width of Heather's anal cavity, there never was any point when the pushing got any easier. Every inch was a struggle, and the last inch was particularly tough.

Heather groaned and whimpered more and more, and just when it seemed like it could go no further, the end was reached.

Heather's anal ring finally closed around the far end of the dildo. Simone still kept pushing until the dildo was seated completely inside Heather's rectum and all one could see was a short length of string with a ring attached to it which ran out of her spastic hole.

Simone picked up the ring and poked it through Heather's still clenching and twitching anus, until finally there was no evidence at all that such a massive object now rested entirely inside of the bitchy cheerleader's ass.

"It's done," Simone sighed with relief, like she was a doctor who had finished a particularly difficult feat of surgery. She untied Heather's blindfold and sat back.

The fucking between her and Alan had nearly come to a complete halt as they'd concentrated on getting the rest of the dildo into Heather, but now that that was done, they both resumed their thrusting with a new energy. This caused Heather to bounce around on Simone's lap, which forced her to feel the dildo pressing inside her in the strangest ways.

Alan knew that time was now very short. It was one thing to be late to class by five minutes or so, compared to twenty minutes or so. He grabbed Heather's thighs on either side of him, leaned forward, and began to fuck Simone with the express purpose of getting both of them off as fast as possible. There would be no holding back or PC muscle clenching now.

Simone found the dildo insertion to be incredibly erotic, though she didn't understand why it affected her so much. And the fact that Heather continued to lie helplessly on her lap aroused her even more. She knew she wouldn't have any trouble reaching a great peak.

Just as he started to shoot into her though, the thought of him shooting sparked something in her mind and she screamed out, "Alan! We forgot the condom!"

"Oh shit!" he growled through clenched teeth. But it was too late and the tip of his cock erupted inside the ebony beauty like a fire hose.

The truth was, Alan could get pretty careless with condoms, but he usually didn't realize he'd forgotten until long after the sex act was over. This time, there was nothing he could do as he fully realized that at this very moment he could be impregnating a girl he barely knew. He found the idea powerfully arousing.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but it seemed to him as if he shot off more semen and it came out with greater force than ever before, as if his sperm were more determined in their effort to find her egg, knowing they had a chance of being successful.

He closed his eyes and saw stars. Rather than feel the orgasmic surge peak and then come down, as it always did, the feelings of erotic delight only seemed to soar to greater and greater heights. Finally, he passed out completely.

The next thing he knew, someone was shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes, still in a daze. He looked around the room.

He still sat on the couch, except he was slumped down more than before. Simone was off his lap now and stood next to him as she put her clothes on. She was the one who'd shaken his shoulder. "Come on, lazy bones. It's been about five minutes since that bell rang and I don't think you're exactly ready for class yet." She giggled.

He looked down to his body. He was still naked except for the T-shirt.

What shocked the heck out of him was that Heather sat with her head crushed between his thighs and his dick in her mouth!

He couldn't believe that he was hard again, and then realized that he wasn't. It appeared she was cleaning him off.

He was so surprised by this, he asked, "Heather! What are you doing?!"

She removed his now surprisingly small penis from her mouth and went to work licking his balls. It felt extremely good even though he was sensitive and flaccid. She was much more coherent now, and almost calm. She finally got around to saying, "Cleaning, Sir. Isn't that what a good bitchslut does?"

"Yes," he reluctantly agreed. "But I don't usually put the word 'good' and 'Heather' anywhere near each other. And I thought you hated cocksucking."

"I do. I don't suck any man's cock." She looked at the flaccid penis in front of her and lovingly kissed it with her lips and fondled it with her tongue. Then, in a sultry voice, she said directly into his crotch as if talking directly to his penis, "But you're no mere man. You're my Bitch Tamer. I love that you're my Bitch Tamer and I'll deny you nothing!"

Amazed, he asked, "Don't you mind that my cock is covered with Simone's juices?"

Her eyes flashed with anger and she said hotly, "Mind?! Of course I fucking mind! That should be MY cum! This dick is MINE! And don't you dare remind me that your cock was wet with another girl before we even got started!"

She suddenly realized that she'd said more than she should have. She tried to cover by adding, "So, of course, that's why I have to try harder, so you'll prefer me."

Alan didn't know what to say to that. He considered it ironic that Heather, of all people, would feel so possessive, given her history with so many boys.

She devoted a great deal of attention to licking his balls, since his penis showed little sign of life. She looked up into Alan's face expectantly and adoringly. "Am I doing good, Sir?" She appeared to be completely sincere.

He was stunned at her complete change of personas, but he managed to reply, "Very. Except I have no time to enjoy this."

However, before he could do something, he heard Simone ask from somewhere behind him, "Wait. What's this about his dick being already wet?"

Heather explained as she lapped on his balls, "It's true. It was freshly soaked with saliva and pre-cum when I started. And I do mean fresh. Some hot girl must have been sucking on him mere minutes before he arrived. Which explains why he was late!" She got angry as she remembered that, but it set her heart on fire too.

Simone laughed. "Seriously?! At this hour? That's nuts!"

Heather looked up into Alan's eyes, even as she talked to Simone. "He did it to make a point with me, I'm sure. He's trying to prove that he can do fine sexually without me." There was a significant pause. She didn't add "And it's working," but she didn't have to, since all three of them knew it.

Trying to break the awkward silence, she asked, "Sir, may I ask her name?"

He thought back to the blowjob Katherine gave him in the car ride to school. Sneaky Sis! She knew I was off to have sexy fun with these two. She was marking me. Oh well. I can't really get upset. I totally let her do it. I could have stopped by a bathroom and cleaned up, so it's more on me. Maybe I wanted that to happen on some subconscious level?

He simply said, "No, you may not."

Heather accepted that and kept on lapping on his balls. Of course he won't tell me. I'd expect nothing less. What a guy! What a STUD! What yummy balls! My Sir is special, that's for sure!

He pulled himself up, which forced Heather to stop the loving caresses of her tongue. He staggered like a drunkard to the back of the room, thanking his lucky stars there was a sink there. He figured that he smelled like a whorehouse and he had to quickly take care of that.

Simone was already freshened up, and was just about dressed. "That was wild. Thanks, guys. And to think, Alan, you might be a daddy." She meaningfully patted her stomach.

He was splashing cold water on his face and down his back, but he froze in place and stood up. He felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. He turned to face Simone as she finished putting her shoes on. "What?!"

She laughed as she reveled in the exact reaction she'd hoped for. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill. Scared you, though!" She chuckled.

He mildly shook his fist at her, then went back to the sink. "You did. You did. Jesus! I do need to be more careful."

He knew that, pill or not, it would be a good thing for him to wear a condom too, just in case. There was always a very slight chance that contraception would fail, not to mention the worry of sexually transmitted diseases, so backups were a good idea. But he'd been rather spoiled when it came to using condoms, up till now. A vision of Simone with a distended, big belly popped into his mind.

He literally shook his head to dispel the vision, and splashed more cold water all over himself. I'll admit that I love the idea of sending wanton hot sluts off to class with their pussies flooded with my cum and their knees weak from so many orgasms. What I'm not ready for, not by a long shot, is fatherhood.

Simone was ready to go, but she paused before opening the door, and said to Alan. "Sorry for the scare. I guess I like to mess with people's minds. But I have to say, if I ever did get pregnant, that would be the fuck to do it. Damn, that was good! I can practically feel millions of little Alans wriggling through me, headed for their target."

He turned to look at Simone and shot her a disapproving look. He flicked some water at her, which was an utterly futile gesture since she was over twenty feet away.

Simone stuck her tongue out playfully, then left the room.

He quickly dressed, but he noticed that Heather had hardly moved. She still sat on the floor buck naked, leaning up against the couch where she'd last been cleaning his balls. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," she replied dreamily. She added very belatedly, "Sir."

He would have been in no mood to punish her if she'd forgotten that word. The "Bad Alan" was gone, and in its place he felt strangely affectionate feelings for Heather. Almost love. The way she'd said "Oh, Alan. How can I not feel for you? You're too good to me," had kind of gotten to him.

But he was pressed for time with being so late to class. So he rushed to Heather, bent down, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Then he merely said, "Okay. Later," and flew out the door.

Heather remained flopped on the floor. With the dildo deep in her, her mind had been altered. Just like yesterday, it was as if her ass was simply so full that all her evil thoughts were crowded out of her head. She found it rather difficult to think, period. Yet she forced herself to concentrate, because she knew there was something important.

"Revenge." Ah, yes. Revenge. How can I want revenge, though, against such a man? My love, the love of my life! Oh, Alan! Sir! I can still feel you deep inside me!

Another voice from within her spoke. Yes, but that's why I need to control him. How can I share him with others? That's not right. I must have him, all of him. Alan, my Sir, my one and only love!

After a long pause, Heather further thought, Yes. It's not so much revenge, it's taming. I need to make him mine. Keep him in my arms and in my ass for ever and ever. Keep him away from the likes of ... Glory Rhymer. Ugh! To think: by lunchtime he'll probably be fucking that ugly skank! MY Alan! MY Sir! I can't even imagine his mighty cock sliding in and out of her. That's just wrong. I do have to speed up my plans, after all. Step one: get rid of Glory. Then get rid of all the others, one by one. Then he and I can be together. Always.

Well, except for Simone of course. I can't imagine life without her. If he wants multiple partners, we'll give him plenty of threesomes.

She felt a surge of greed and power wash over her, and she laughed out loud. By the end of the school day, I will OWN Ms. Gloria Rhymer, body and soul!

But the feeling quickly passed. She couldn't think or feel much of anything for very long except for a general buzz of fullness and contentedness, as long as she had a dildo in her ass. In fact, in that condition it took her a great amount of effort to think of much of anything at all.

She remembered her earlier pledge to take control after she climaxed the first time, but she'd cum over and over and forgotten all about that. What would I have even done? He just takes control and that's all there is to it. Losing never felt so good!

She sank a little lower to the floor and looked up dreamily. She wasn't concerned about being late, since she'd been late lots of times and nothing horrible ever happened as a result. God, I hate him. But I hate him so GOOD! He's the only one for me!