6 Times a Day

Drunk Dargon Special 🐉 [ 4 / 10 ]

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By this point, Alan was bursting with lust, anger, and incredulous shock. He couldn't believe how Heather had tricked him like this, and he could hardly accept what he knew he was actually going to do. Seeing her sprawled across the hood of the car in such a public place was simply too arousing to resist.

"Okay, I'll fuck you, but only if you come down here this second!" He was rather futilely trying to convince himself that he was only fucking her to put her in a less exposed position so they wouldn't both get caught.

She just about flew off the hood and into his arms. She didn't want him to know it, but she was extremely relieved to retreat from such an exposed position and find shelter in the relative safety of his warm embrace. In her heart of hearts, she knew that she'd gone too far and taken an unacceptable risk. But she'd dared and once again she'd triumphed. She felt fantastic, reveling in her success. I ROCK! I really do.

He yelled with malice, "Oh, I'll fuck you, all right. I'll fuck you good! Turn around and take it doggy style like the slut bitch that you are!"

She complied eagerly. She put her hands on the hood as if she was about to be frisked by a police officer. That thought, of being frisked while wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, turned her on even more. She thrust her ass back at an outrageous angle, ready and willing to be probed and invaded. "You're so right! I'm such a slut, but only for a real man like you, Alan!"

He was about to whip out his throbbing erection when a thought hit him: Oh SHIT! Safe sex! I totally forgot! To think that I just got her to agree to be tested, and now I'm about to fuck her bareback?! How stupid is that?! But I can't say no, not now. Just look at that juicy, wiggling ass! That's an ass that needs to be fucked, hard!

Condoms! YES! Aunt Suzy, thank you AGAIN! He was praising Suzanne, because in the course of her recent talk with him about Heather she'd told him to always have condoms at hand. She'd even given him some to put in his wallet, which he had with him.

He reached into his shorts pocket and took out his wallet. His hands were trembling as he got the condom out and ripped open the package.

Heather was growing impatient as she waited, churning her bare ass in wider and wider circles until she wound up grinding it against his crotch. "Come ON! What are you waiting for?! If you're trying to wind me up, forget it! I can't get any hotter!"

He replied, "It's not that; it's this damn condom! I shouldn't even be fucking you in the first place until you get tested, but at the very least I gotta put on a condom!"

"Well, fucking HURRY!"

"I'm hurrying!" He fumbled with his shorts. He was too nervous and excited to get the zipper down; it kept jamming. Imagining all kinds of drivers and passers-by watching, he tried to crowd his body right up next to hers to reduce the chance of her being seen. But with his dick practically poking into her bare, deeply tanned ass, he was just too excited and couldn't manage his zipper. He knew that they were in great danger of getting caught, increasing his anxiety with every passing second.

He finally just yanked his shorts down so he could get on with it. They dropped almost to the ground, until they were dangling around one of his ankles, which left his ass completely bare and visible, should anyone from school happen to look in their direction.

But that was only half the problem, because he still hadn't managed to put on the condom.

Heather screamed, "HURRY! I'm dying here!" She could tell that he'd dropped his shorts because she was still churning her hips against his crotch, and now they were grinding against his bare cock.

He shouted, "Stop! Stop! I can't fucking do anything with your ass in the way!"

With an animalistic growl of extreme frustration, she stopped her sexy churning and pulled her ass away from him, for the moment.

He sighed with relief when he got the condom on. He was actually surprised he could do it at all, given how excited he was. His hands were shaking so much that it was lucky he hadn't dropped the condom in the process.

He was just in time, too. He was so overtaken by lust that he couldn't think straight. His heart was pounding like a hammer so loudly that he could hardly hear anything over the din of his own pulse. Even his sight was reduced to tunnel vision, which the human body does sometimes at times of great crisis.

He grabbed her ass with both hands and rammed his cock all the way into her cunt in one massive thrust. "God DAMN you, bitch! How DARE you! Fuck! Fuck with me?! I'll fuck YOU! I'll show you!"

Heather was excited beyond belief. She loved how he was taking charge and acting so aggressively. She loved how she'd made him do something he didn't really want to do. She loved the thrill of possibly getting caught. She loved watching the cars drive by and seeing the startled looks of some of the drivers. She loved his powerful thrusting, pistoning in and out of her.

Yes! Fuck me, you well-hung stud! Fuck me like you really mean it! Make me take every last inch of your incredible inches until I'm screaming for mercy! Fill me up completely! FUCK ME!

"Do it!" she screamed. "Show me with your thick cock! Show me how you treat a shameless slut!"

She tried to remain standing with just her hands on her car to prop her up, because she didn't want to dirty herself any more than she already had. (Her car actually was quite clean, but she didn't want any dirt at all on her skin.)

He continued to nail her so hard that she was irresistibly pushed into the bodywork of her car. Her hot, wet pussy sheathed his dick with such a perfect tight fit that he was too overcome with pleasure to care how hard he was pounding her naked body into the metal. He was nearly delirious with desire.

Before long, she was bent over with her big breasts pressed into the dusty, hot metal of the car hood, where she'd been sprawled out just a few minutes earlier. At first she was disgusted by the dirt, but soon enough she loved even that, because it made her feel more feral and wanton to be fucking with such a complete disregard for her surroundings.

He repeatedly slammed her into the front end of the car, as if he were trying to drive her clear through it. He fucked her as fast and deep and hard as he possibly could. He was as angry as he had ever been, while also mindful of the urgency of them finishing up quickly.

After his initial shouting at her, he recovered enough presence of mind to realize that screaming and yelling increased their chance of being caught. Thus he restricted himself to impassioned groans and grunts as he pummeled her pussy.

Heather, likewise, wanted to scream like a banshee at the top of her lungs, but she knew that wasn't prudent. So she also ended up just grunting and moaning, but so loudly that she could be heard at a fair distance. It was simply impossible for her to remain quiet while being fucked so good and hard.

Alan had a lot of contempt for guys who lost control in less than five minutes, but that's exactly what happened to him that time. After lasting just over three minutes, he started to shoot his seed into her with tremendous force. But what a glorious three minutes they had been! He'd never fucked anyone as intensely before, with his cock moving so fast that it was almost a blur.

Because he has so little control, when his climax did come, he had a truly big climax. He didn't have much actual cum to give, after being tapped out so often in recent days, but that didn't bother him and she hardly noticed. With one final great thrust, he drove so deep into her that it seemed as if he would truly split her in two. He actually saw stars as he began roaring.

She loved his fucking, and that she had caused him to lose control, so much that she came hard at the same time, right on cue. Their mutual orgasms helped propel them to higher and higher peaks of ecstasy. She kicked her legs high in the air, occasionally striking his back with her high heels during her uncontrollable spasms.

After hitting his mountainous peak, he didn't have much left. He kept his dick all the way in her because he was too overwhelmed to withdraw, and then he collapsed on top of her. But still, his cock jerked and jerked, pumping out a few more ropes of his thick cum into the condom, until he was completely tapped out. He felt so satiated that it seemed like he'd never need to cum again. The sky started to go black.

The next thing he knew, his body was lying directly against the hot metal hood of the car, with his face pressed painfully against it. Her hands were pulling at his shorts.

He turned around and managed to sit up just as she finished pulling up his shorts. He noticed that she'd put her skirt back on but was still topless. She looked really sweaty and disheveled, with scuff marks on her arms and legs. He could even see indentations on her face where it had been flattened by some piece of car trim. Nonetheless, she looked fantastic. She had that "just fucked" look that some women sometimes try to imitate by having their long hair deliberately fall out of place, but in this case she had no need to fake it because she indeed had just been fucked royally.

She chuckled. "Looks like we both passed out. Who knows how long we've been lying here out in the open?"

"Oh shit!" He stood and frantically looked around, half-expecting to see hordes of people watching.

She laughed. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I checked the clock in my car just now. I was only out for a minute or two, and you took just a little bit longer. No way could I sleep smushed up against the hot hood of my baby. But still, we should probably get back to class." She moved to the side of her car and began arranging her hair by using her reflection in its shiny metal side as a mirror.

He did nothing but breathe for a minute or so; he was too overcome to do any more. He found it amazing that Heather had no problem standing there topless, seemingly more concerned that her hair was out of place. He could see that her tank top was still locked inside her car. He wondered briefly how she would get it out, since he saw no sign of keys or any place to hide them. Then, after a brief scan to confirm that they hadn't been spotted, he said, "You tricked me. Again. I feel used. Again. Fuck."

She turned to him and smiled. "But wasn't it great? Wasn't that the best fuck ever? Man, I've NEVER been fucked like that! Not even by you. Short, yes, but oh so sweet." She amped up her lustful look as she added, "You really showed me what happens to shameless sluts when they push too far. Their cunts get nailed and used really good."

He just stared. He looked angry because he felt angry, and somehow that impressed her even more.

She joked, "Next time, I want you to actually fuck me as I lie across the hood. You say you want me to acknowledge you at school, so next time, let's do it on one of the cafeteria tables at lunch, ha ha!"

Even though she was joking, he was staggered at that thought. His mouth gaped wide.

She continued on happily, enjoying his shock. "I'm already not regretting our deal. That fuck alone was worth it! I want you to do that to me every single day, baby." She actually leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek in an affectionate and intimate manner.

He remembered the condom, pulling it off his dick and tossing it aside. It wasn't like him to litter, but he knew they weren't anywhere near a trash can and he didn't want to run the risk of being caught carrying that incriminating evidence in his pocket.

He looked at her with a steely hardness while saying in as stern a voice as he could manage, "I'm the one doing some regretting. I have another demand to make, and it's non-negotiable. I'll fuck you, yes, but it certainly won't be every day, because your imagined cover story for me isn't that far off the mark. I really AM busy with some pretty amazing women when I'm not at school, and I'm not talking just about Amy. Any fucking between us will happen at a time and place of MY choosing. No more pressure, no more little notes delivered by your underlings. There will be no next time, if you're planning more insanity like this. And I'm not even going to think about fucking you again until you come through on the rest of our deal. No more treating me like a leper, and I want you to break up with Rock. And get fucking tested, for God's sake! Is that clear?"

She looked sad as she finished cleaning out her pussy as much as she could. Still topless, she stood and tried to wipe all the dirt off her skin. "It's clear. The only thing is, you said you'd give me some time. I'll need about two weeks to arrange things with Rock. The stupid fool thinks he's deeply in love with me. It'll be hard to shake him without cluing him in to the truth."

"Okay, then, you have until the end of next week with him. But I won't even think about fucking you again until you speak to me in the halls and treat me like I don't have some kind of disease. ... And... shit! Disease! I just said I'm not gonna fuck you until you get tested, and then I'm fucking you, like, two minutes later. I'm so stupid!"

She ran a finger under his chin and smiled. "I know you're not stupid about protection. You just can't resist me. Join the club."

He wanted to make a gagging gesture at her arrogant "join the club" comment, but he was too worried about the time ticking away to start a fight. Cars were still driving past and some people were still staring while driving. He wanted to shout, "Put your top on already!" but didn't, mostly because he figured she was trying to goad him to do just that.

She added, huskily, "Mmmm... God DAMN, that was an excellent fuck!" Quickly switching gears from moony to business-like, she added, "And anyway, you have nothing to worry about. I told you already that I'm completely clean. I get checked regularly. But don't worry; you'll get your proof."

He had his doubts about her being clean. After all, she'd been willing to fuck him just now without a condom, so what did that say about her insisting on condoms with her other guys? But rather than press the issue he just asked, "How long have I been here, exactly?"

"Don't worry, baby. If you go now, you'll still be back in the twenty-minute timeframe that they expect. No one will ever be the wiser. It's like I told you: I never get caught."

He walked off, but he was upset with himself. God damn letting my dick do all the thinking. Again! Shit! Heather needs to be brought to heel. She really needs to be tamed, and good. She's a god-damned menace to society! I can't BELIEVE she got me to fuck her in the damn parking lot. Actually writhing around, lying naked on the hood of her car?! Shit! Was I mental? Okay, it was sure hot as hell, but still a mind-bogglingly stupid thing to do. Never again, that's for sure!

When he looked back, he saw Heather unlocking the door of her car and picking up her tank top to put it back on. He had no idea where she'd hidden her car key, chalking it up as just another female mystery he would never understand.