6 Times a Day

Iveyflame Special 🔥 [ 6 / 12 ]

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While Alan was playing with his history teacher, Kim, Heather, and Joy went to the unused theater room a few minutes into the lunch period.

Katherine wanted to be there also, but she'd decided that more people might just make Joy more nervous, and furthermore she needed to steer clear of any potentially sexual situation that involved both Alan and someone who was not already aware of their incestuous secret. So she was forced to just eat lunch in the cafeteria as usual.

Most of Joy's private parts had already been painted black; only her pussy lips still needed to be done. The plan was that Kim and Heather would use the first ten minutes to get Joy aroused so her pussy lips would engorge and spread wide, which would make it easier for Alan to paint them thoroughly.

When Kim entered the theater room, using a knock and password that Heather had given her, Heather already had Joy naked from the waist down. Joy's cheerleader skirt was up around her waist, tied up by a string.

"You're just the person I was looking for," Heather said to Kim as the two of them undressed. "Joy doesn't find this situation at all arousing, so she's going to need some help. As our resident dyke, do you mind letting your fingers do the walking?"

"Not at all," Kim said, delighted. She put her lunch bag down and got on her knees before Joy, who was sitting on the edge of the stage. "Joy, may I?"

"I know we agreed it might come to this, but..." Joy said reluctantly.

"But what?" Heather replied testily. "How else are you going to get aroused, if you're unwilling to put your own fingers in there?"

"It's just that I've never had a woman touch me there before," said Joy, red faced and embarrassed. She was truly frightened, and she didn't like the fact that a lesbian was going to touch her privates.

"I think you'll find it's as good as or better than the touch of a man," Kim volunteered. "And it's much better than your own fingers, because you never know what they'll do next. Here, let me show you."

Kim began working her fingers in and out of Joy's pussy. But after more than five minutes not much had happened. Kim was having a really tough time getting Joy turned on.

It didn't help that Heather just stood there, arms folded like a disapproving teacher. Heather was annoyed and continued to make unhelpful suggestions.

Finally they heard the sound of Alan's knock on the door. He was quite late, but they still had about twenty minutes.

Heather let him in after hearing the special knock and secret passphrase, which was "score highly," an in joke between them from one of their beach encounters.

Alan continued to be impressed with her daring because she opened the door wide for him while standing in the buff. True, it opened into a little-used hallway, but there was always the chance that someone else could come by. She obviously had little fear of getting caught.

Alan was panting because he'd run from Glory's classroom to the theater room. He had a bit less than twenty minutes left in the lunch period, and he was determined to make good use of all of it. "You're looking fine, Heather," he commented while walking in. "Don't you ever worry about getting caught?"

She closed the door without even hurrying to do so. She was flaunting her daring. "A, don't I always look fine? And B, no; I never get caught. Besides, I know you're not a fool and you're not gonna have me open the door with someone else close by. Duh."

He thought, Dang. She DOES always look fine. Especially today, for some reason. She's practically at the Susan-Suzanne level. And what a tan! I didn't realize a good, all-over tan and such flawless skin could be such a turn-on. But I don't want to feed her swollen ego even further.

While he was thinking of a reply to her remarks, his attention was diverted by seeing Kim working on Joy's pussy on the other side of the room.

Joy looked up in horror at the sight of Alan. She tried to cover her naked pussy, but could hardly do a good job of it with Kim probing its depths. She thought, Oh God! I can't let him see me like this! But there was nothing she could do, so she cried out, "Please! Don't look at me!"

"What's going on here?" he asked. He politely covered his eyes with his hand from her by looking elsewhere, but knew that couldn't last for long if he was to paint her pussy.

Heather explained, "Kim is trying to get Joy's pussy lips engorged, but she's not having much luck. She's been at it for at least five minutes."

"Oh," he said without much emotion, drawing nearer. He glanced for a moment at Joy. He was momentarily struck by how odd she looked, wearing a cheerleader top but only painted-on panties below. "Joy, what seems to be the problem? I would think anyone would react naturally to that kind of stimulation after a while."

"It's just that I'm so nervous and scared," she said shyly. "And, to be honest, it takes something romantic to get me excited, not just mechanical stimulation."

"Hey, I resent that," Kim complained.

Alan answered, "Well, it may have come out wrong, but she has a point, Kim. It would be different I'm sure if you were kissing her and caressing her, but since it's lacking that, it seems so impersonal. ... Joy, do you think it would help if she kissed you too?"

"Maybe, but I really don't want to be kissed by a girl. I think that would just freak me out even more." she was actually trembling in fear and embarrassment.

"Hmmm," he thought out loud, now looking at her. "I know: what if I kissed you?"

Joy practically leapt at the idea. "Yeah! That would be much better. I'm so much more aroused by a man. This lesbian stuff - I just don't go for that. Would you be willing to help me?"

"Any sacrifice for art," he joked. "Sorry Kim," he said, taking her place.

Alan got down on his knees, since Joy was in a semi-sitting position at the edge of the stage. He began kissing her tenderly on the face. He spoke between kisses to get her in a romantic mood. "Joy, you're very beautiful. Any man would be really lucky to have you as a girlfriend. I've always admired you from afar, even though I didn't know your name."

"Really?" she said, surprised and pleased. Her nervousness was rapidly fading, although the fact that Kim and Heather were watching her every move still bothered her.

"Really." It was true; like most guys in the school he had scoped out and lusted after all the cheerleaders. He kissed her on her mouth once, and then again. Soon they were necking passionately.

Joy thought, Now THIS is a guy who knows how to kiss! I thought my boyfriend Dean was good, but Alan... Oh God! So good! ... Oh, but I'm naked from the waist down! And Kim and Heather - I wish they'd stop staring at me like that!

Alan continued making out with her. After a minute or two he took advantage of her partial nudity and began caressing her pussy and her butt. Realizing that time was short, he didn't hesitate to put two of his fingers into her slit. Her pussy lips were definitely engorged, and getting more so all the time.

"Girls, I think we're getting somewhere," he said, pausing after more kisses. "Heather? Kim? I'm ready to paint." He finally turned his head around to see why the other two weren't responding. He discovered that Heather was lying on the floor, with Kim between Heather's knees and her mouth plastered on Heather's bush.

Joy looked over at them finally and exclaimed, "Oh ... my ... God!"

"You didn't expect us to just sit around and twiddle our thumbs, did you?" said Heather, as she had the only unoccupied mouth. "There are much better things to twiddle, you know. Anyway, it's your fault. You got me all aroused." Heather was thrilled by any opportunity to have sex with any of 'her' cheerleaders. She had visions of making the whole squad her personal harem.

Kim indicated her agreement, saying "uh huh" while in direct contact with Heather's clit, which sent shivers through the head cheerleader.

"Don't mind them," Alan said to Joy, still kissing her every instant he didn't have to speak. "We can get down to painting now."

"Screw painting!" said Joy. "We have time to do that later." She gazed at Alan's crotch longingly and licked her lips very ostentatiously. I don't care about my boyfriend! Kim's gossip is so dead on! Alan is some kind of damn Don Juan! I love this. Fuck! I need to get fucked right now; that's all there is to it.

She took off her cheerleader top and bra as quickly as she could, leaving her completely naked. "Why don't you finish what you started and go all the way? Do you have a problem with fucking me?"

"Um, no. But I thought, I thought you were really shy and nervous," he said, genuinely confused.

"That was then, and with women. Take your clothes off already! Please don't leave me like this, I beg you!" She leaned back onto the stage and spread her legs. Her knees went wide to each side, while her lower legs dangled off the edge of the stage.

He didn't need to be asked twice. Forgetting about his desire to "save himself" for his mother later that Tuesday, he whipped off his clothes in record time.

She grabbed his erection once it was exposed, immediately pulling it towards her pussy.

He barely had time to slip on a condom while she tugged at his stiffness in anticipation.

It seemed she didn't care about protection - she just wanted to be fucked. She moaned like a cat in heat until he finished with the condom.

Without any further ado, she guided his boner straight into her hole.

He pumped into her, even as the whole situation was still slowly dawning upon him. I'm actually fucking somebody for once. I get so God damned much cock teasing, but not enough of this. I mean, even after weeks of blowjobs, I still can barely fuck anybody. But Jesus - I've been on speaking terms with Joy for all of one day, and I'm fucking her already! No way! But I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, or the pussy - that's for sure. This is a VERY hot pussy. So warm and inviting. She's so eager!

Aware of the time, he pumped rapidly, trying to climax as soon as he could. Joy moaned loudly, seemingly not caring at all what Kim or Heather thought, or if anyone else could hear.

"Fuck me! Fuck! Fill me up!" She unleashed a non-stop torrent of sexual encouragement. Joy was also a very loud panter and grunter, making a lot of noise with every thrust.

Not that Alan needed much encouragement; he was ready for any chance to fuck after what seemed like weeks of being denied a warm pussy. He didn't particularly feel anything for Joy, as she meant little more to him than a fine piece of ass that he'd scoped out while walking in the school hallways from time to time. So, to take things to a new level, he thought, Since she's a cheerleader, why don't I imagine she's my sister?

As soon as he thought that, his excitement level doubled. After some more thrusts, he thought, Oh, fucking you Sis, it's so good. So good! We don't do this nearly often enough. Here's your Big ICBM Brother!

After another minute or two, he thought, But as good as this is, God, what if you were Aunt Suzy? Now there's a woman who truly needs fucking! Yeah! Take that, Aunt Suzy! You've been fucking driving me crazy and now you're gonna get what's coming to you! Fucking devil in disguise! Take this! ... And this! ... And this! He let out his frustration in each thrust.

Joy could hardly believe the pile-driver that was assaulting her cunt, overwhelming her completely. There was no point in crying out to be fucked harder or deeper, because it seemed like Alan was truly a human jackhammer. She panted louder and louder, wordlessly, until she cried out, "Oh God, I'm melting! Melting! My brain! My brain is melting! Too much! Too good! Slow down!"

Heather had been preoccupied with Kim, so she was surprised to discover Alan starting to fuck Joy. At first she tried to ignore it and continue with Kim, but as Alan's fucking grew more intense and Joy's panting grew louder, she found herself increasingly distracted. What the fuck is this shit?! If he fucks anybody here, it should be ME!

She'd forgotten all about Kim, so she was about to demand that Alan fuck her instead. But Kim pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "He's so good! So, so good!"

"I know," Heather muttered while staring at Alan's thrusting. She was practically green with jealousy AND envy.

Kim was surprised to realize that Alan had apparently already fucked Heather, since Heather had never said or hinted anything about that. But she rolled with the punches and cooed, "So he's fucked you too, huh? Then you know just how it feels. Imagine that's you. Look at him thrusting so hard and deep! Do you know how it feels when he does that?"

Heather whispered breathlessly, "Yes!" Kim was fingering her pussy while whispering sexy things, leaving Heather aroused enough from just watching to not directly interfere.

Alan could have kept going like that for much longer, especially since he was aware that Heather and Kim were watching and judging him. But Joy seemed genuinely overwhelmed. In fact, it appeared likely that she would hyperventilate at any moment. Furthermore, he remembered their lack of time, so he let his control go and filled up the condom with his cum. Then he fell backwards, leaving Joy lying as if dead.

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