6 Times a Day

Heather found herself licking her lips. "Um, you want to talk?" She was staring at his exposed erection. "We can't just talk with that delicious sugar stick waving around like that." I think we need to seal our little deal with a blowjob. Make me suck your tasty cock!

He grinned and stepped right up to her, until his eyes were only a couple of inches from hers.

Her heart went to her throat and her joy soared when she thought he was going to kiss her. The fact that her nipples brushed against his chest set her entire body on fire.

But instead of kissing, he said, "You can talk and stroke at the same time, can't you? Like a good little slut." He nodded down, indicating she should get on her knees.

She was about to say something rude to counter his bossiness, but she realized that she wanted his cock more. Oh, yes! On my knees! Now tell me to shove it in my mouth!

She dropped to her knees, but she shot him a nasty look at the same time, hoping he'd get the message not to be so presumptuous in the future. Her hands shot forward and she began happily stroking his shaft. She sighed with contentment, now that she had him in her hands. "Now, what else do you want to discuss?"

They quickly and amicably made short work of the essay and football player issues. She sincerely promised to do her best with both.

While she was jacking him off, he said, "My one non-negotiable demand is, I don't want you to actually fuck any of them. Just give them handjobs, blowjobs, and titfucks instead."

She smiled from ear to ear when she heard that. "My oh my! Alan Plummer, I think you're jealous!"

He shrugged. "Well, maybe. A little bit. I do feel possessive about you, just like I do all my women. But that's the problem, you see. You're not really one of my women. You sleep with God knows who else. And that's a problem too. What about sexual diseases? Frankly, I shouldn't be fucking you at all."

She complained, "Hey, you made me get tested and I'm clean, so that's that. End of story."

"Hardly. End of story... then. But you could have caught something else since then. And some diseases take a while to show up. Months, even. And you could get tested every week, but that's still a risk to me. The more I think about it, the more I wonder why I fuck you at all."

Concerned, she tried her best to pleasure his cock. She didn't want to suck on it just yet since she needed to talk. But she began licking it and blowing air on it as she said, "It's no wonder. You're the best. I'm the best. We're a natural pair. I'll admit there may be a few other girls in school who are in my league when it comes to beauty, like Christine or Donna or Amy, or even your sister. But none of them have the sex skills to back it up like I do. I don't just look supremely fuckable; I AM supremely fuckable!"

He shrugged, trying not to appear affected by her licking and stroking, or her words. "Maybe so. But that just makes you a big fish in a small pond. To be frank, most of the women I fuck these days don't even go to this school. And they're women, not a mere girl like you. College students, for instance. Incredible beauties with more skills and experience than even you have."

He wasn't actually having sex with any college students, but he said that to throw her off so she wouldn't suspect who he was really having sex with at home.

She was distressed to hear that.

But before she could think up a reply, he continued, "I hate to say this, but today is probably going to be one of the last times we have sex. The sexual disease issue is too concerning for me. My other women, they have sex with me and me alone. But I know you're simply not capable of that. I know you have to have sex pretty much every day, and I'm too busy to come anywhere close to helping you do that."

He was mindful of Simone's advice not to demand that she don't have sex with others but to frame it in a different way.

She quickly scrambled for some kind of reply to satisfy him, because not having sex with him ever again was unthinkable for her. "Wait! You're right that I need a lot of sex, but that doesn't mean that I've been sleeping around. To be honest... God, I hate admitting this, but you've kind of ruined me for other guys. They just don't cut it for me anymore. So I've mostly been having sex with Simone, my best friend. In fact, we do it most every day. And if not with her, then I've been having sex with the other cheerleaders, which is the same as what you've been doing. So that's not a problem, right?"

He looked thoughtfully into the distance while she kept on licking his shaft, and stroking it too. He rubbed his chin. "Hmmm. Maybe the problem isn't as bad as I thought. I'll have to consider this some more. Obviously, the less you have sex with others outside of Simone and a few other girls, the more I'll be willing to take the risk of fucking you. And if you can limit or eliminate what you do with the football players, that'll help."

Her heart soared. He's jealous, which means he has feelings for me!

She actually giggled giddily while slurping all over his sweet spot. God, I love this cock, and I love him! There, I said it. I'm in love! I don't care that he's a nerd and a nobody. Somehow, he knows how to make me happy and VERY sexually satisfied! It's true that he's ruined me for other guys. Why eat Hamburger Helper when you can dine on prime rib? Aaaah, and this is some prime cock-meat, right here!

She didn't say anything during the next few minutes because she was busy feasting on his cock.

At one point, he thought, That went well. Aunt Suzy will be pleased when I tell her about this later. If I can really keep her down to just having sex with Simone and the cheerleaders, that'll be golden. Plus, the issue of the theater room key also didn't come back up, which means the key is now mine to keep. Sweet!

He was doing an impressive job of acting like the school's gorgeous blonde head cheerleader wasn't kneeling naked before him and pleasuring his dick. He talked in a normal voice and hardly ever looked down at her pumping fingers and her busy tongue. But there was no doubt that he was feeling the joy.

She thought, This is fucking ridiculous. Have I ever been MORE humiliated? There he stands way up there, like some kind of fuckin' redwood tree, fully clothed no less, and I'm naked and on my knees, trying my best to make him cum! And he's casually shooting the breeze like we're talking about the fucking weather or some shit. And his big fat cock, his ass-splitting cock, is just staring me in the face, teasing me, tormenting me.

It's like it's saying, "Heather, suck me! Wrap your sweet lips around me. Bob all over that special spot that drives me wild! You know you wanna do it. At the very least, blow on me a little bit." Fuck! Alan has nearly a dozen other women, and one of them is supposedly a "sex slave," whatever the hell that means. That certainly isn't good news for me, no matter how I look at it. I have to do better! I'm not gonna lose to those other girls. I'm a WINNER, and I'm gonna get the best of him! I'll get him in the palm of my hand by doing everything I possibly can to pleasure his cock, at any time!

With that in mind, she engulfed his cockhead and began bobbing on it. God dammit! That's so difficult to do. But that's part of what makes it so good. He's gonna fuckin' break my jaw with his fuckin' thick cock, and I love it!

Everything went so amicably and successfully that Alan hardly knew what to do with himself - aside from let her continue to stroke and suck him, of course. He knew that she was fairly incorrigible and that she'd be up to no good soon enough, but it was nice to enjoy the peace and harmony while it lasted. The only problem was, he wasn't sure if he could get in the right mood for anal sex now. He certainly was horny enough, but he doubted he could get up into the kind of "Bad Alan" mood that they both enjoyed so much.

He thought, It's the intensity of my dislike for her that makes the sex so hot. I pretty much attack her physically and verbally because there's real emotion there. But what will I do if I actually get to like her? Think about some world political problems that piss me off while we fuck? Something like that would never work.

Well, I seriously doubt that'll be a problem. Heather is fundamentally devilish so she isn't going to magically sprout wings and instantly turn into a sweet and loving little angel. A little bit of personality change here and there, maybe, is the best I can hope for in the long term. At least I'm in no danger of ever having to make good on my boyfriend promise.

He looked down at her. She was temporarily overwhelmed by the difficulty of sucking his thickness, so her hands were busily sliding back and forth over his slicked-up erection, and her tongue was flicking at his piss hole while she recovered for another attempt. Dammit, it doesn't help that she's trying really hard to do a good job with her hands and mouth. How can I possibly get mad at her right now?

As if to emphasize that point, she looked up at him with adoration as she continued to slosh her fingers all over his pole, already soaked with pre-cum. She blew her minty breath onto his cockhead in a delightfully spine-tingling way, and then licked her way to his sweet spot. So far, she hadn't touched his balls, but she pulled his pants down some more so she could have total access to his balls and dick.

He thought, Dammit! She's making it really hard for me to get mad at her. This feels too good!

He luxuriated in her stroking and licking for a little bit, and then thought, I just have to think of the right things. There's plenty of material to get me in the right mood. All I have to do is recall certain memories, and then channel the feeling. For instance, I just need to fully recall her rumors against Glory and Aims, and I'll be off and running. Not to mention what she'd do against Sis if she got a chance! I'll bet she was already planning something against her. She was probably going to use her incest suspicions she threw at me as blackmail material if I'd stumbled and admitted she was on to something. Hell, she probably still will.

And if she found out about Mom? Fuck. I can't even think of her messing with Mom. Fucking with Amy and Glory, that's bad. Way bad. But if you fuck with my sister, you've crossed a serious line. And trying to hurt Mom? Forget it, Heather! You are so fucked! I am sooooo pissed off now! If you ever so much as even THINK about my mother, why... God! It makes my blood boil!

Alan smiled a naughty smile. "Bad Alan" has just entered the building! Heather's ass had better watch out, because she's gonna get it! However, his anger was a different type than before. It was less all out hatred, and more a simmering resentment for Heather's evil and bitchy side. He was filled with a resolve to change her.

Just then, Heather leaned forward and resumed bobbing down his cockhead until she had all of it in her mouth. At the same time, she kept on grasping and fondling his balls. She really was going all out to make him as happy and aroused as physically possible.

He was delighted, but he pretended to be annoyed... eventually. He let her lovingly lap her tongue all over his sweet spot, while her lips created a tight seal and slid back and forth over that same super-sensitive spot. She knew that spot was his "weakness," so she often had her tongue and lips working at it at the same time, as much as there was room.

But what she was doing felt so fantastic that he could feel the tingles that signaled a great orgasmic surge was coming soon. He brought a hand down to her chin and pulled it up, forcing her mouth to pull all the way off his erection. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sucking you off; what does it look like?" Since he'd had such a delayed reaction before saying that, she added sarcastically, "Didn't you notice?"

He responded, "And since when did I give you permission to do that?"

She thought, What the fuck? Permission? Since when do I need his permission to give HIM a blowjob? He should be getting down on his knees and kissing my feet if I deign to do this for him. It's not like I ever suck off anybody! I hate giving blowjobs! Hell, I don't even know why I'm doing it now! Sure, his cock tastes yummy and I love how it completely fills my mouth. Plus, there's nothing better than hearing him moan with joy when I slather and slobber all over his special spot, but it's the principle of the thing. Blowjobs are for LOSERS who can't control their men. Alan, you can fuck off! Screw this!

But her body betrayed her true feelings. Far from bitching at him, she continued to alternately stare at his dick hungrily and look up at his face beseechingly. His erection was a mere inch or two from the tip of her nose, and every breath she took caused wondrous sensations on the sensitive tip. She started to blow on it more heavily, hoping to convince him to give in and let her suck his turgid rod some more.

But to her disappointment, all he said was, "You may suck on my balls, for now."

An angry look flashed across her face. Suck on your balls?! What is this shit?! Suck on this, you prick! ASSHOLE! Like I'm gonna suck on your balls. I'm Heather fuckin' Morgan, the queen of the school! Head cheerleader. Soon to be the Homecoming Queen! I can do whatever the fuck I want to do...

And, it just so happens... that right now I feel this strong desire to suck on your balls. Not 'cos you ordered me to... I do what I want! But they just look so tasty. Then, once I'm done and you let me suck on your cock some more, uh, I mean, when I FEEL like sucking on your cock some more, I'm gonna make you splooge all over my face! So there! Then I'm going to have to SERIOUSLY straighten out your attitude. I'M the one in charge here!

She leaned forward and took one of his balls in her mouth while tugging on the other one with a hand. She'd licked his balls before, but putting all of one in her mouth was a first for her. Mmmm. Yum. I don't know why the fuck I'm doing this, it's not like I've ever done this for any guy before, but actually it's kind of fun. And if I do a good job, maybe he'll let me suck on his cock some more. That's the mother lode! I mean, er, well...

It may look like I'm following his orders, but looks can be deceiving. Heather Morgan takes orders from no one, and especially no MAN! I'm just following some good suggestions he's making, that's all. It just so happens that he knows what he's talking about. Balls are fun. Mmmm! I actually love doing this!

Alan was really enjoying what she was doing to his scrotum. But unfortunately, just as he was going to give her permission to go back to sucking his cock, he realized that he had to take a piss. He hated piss hard-ons. He said, "Sorry, gotta go take a leak," and disengaged.

That left Heather alone for a little while, and it gave her time to think. All the stroking and licking and sucking had turned her on, but at the same time she was unusually subdued and contemplative. She knew that she'd done wrong to spread those rumors, and so she'd given in. She just didn't have the spirit to fight when she felt so wrong. But the defeat was hard on her. It was a blow to her self-confidence.

She stood up and walked to the back of the theater room's stage, where she knew a full-length mirror was. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself uncertainly. What am I? Who am I? Am I strong? Beautiful? Of course I'm beautiful. Just look at this body! I'm incredible. He should be grateful I even let him touch me.

But why do I want him so badly?

Half the reason I was so agreeable just now is because I want him to get on with fucking my ass already! I want him so bad I can barely keep my hands off his cock! I want to make his cock happy because it makes me so happy. I want it long and stiff and thick and hot, so it'll skewer my ass! Deep, deep, DEEP inside my ass! Gaawwwd, I love it! Hell, I can't even keep my mouth off it!

But he so rarely wants me. And now he's saying this might be one of the last times we fuck, due to his stupid obsession about STDs. What bullshit. Look at this body! What can I do to make myself more alluring for him? The fact is, HE'S the one with the problem if he doesn't want me more than anyone else.

Her self-confidence began to surge as she admired herself and vainly stroked her arms and legs. Glory, Amy, Katherine, Donna, and even Christine can't hold a candle to me. I can kick their asses in every possible way. Beauty? Ha! I'd win a beauty contest hands down. Popularity? I'm the queen bee in this school. Strength? I can crush any of them, both mentally and physically. Well, okay maybe not Christine with her martial arts judo crap, but that's hardly playing fair. Alan just has a foolish sentimentality for them because he's known them longer. I must have been joking when I was agreeing with him just now. I can't wait around until he comes to his senses. I've got to show him what losers those others really are!

Coming back from the toilet, Alan went to the lights and dimmed them down a bit. He felt dark, so he thought it would improve the mood to have the room darker as well.

He walked up to Heather and tenderly put his hands on her shoulders, then gave her a little hug from behind.

She continued to stare in the mirror, and he stared with her. He still wore his T-shirt, but he was naked from his waist down. He found his hard dick resting up against her butt cheeks and settling into the crack of her ass.