6 Times a Day

Simone let go of his bulge, but only because she used both hands to quickly pull her top off and then undo her bra for good measure. She knew she had to work fast before he thought to put up a resistance.

It was so fast that it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye for a very bewildered Alan. He was bewildered because he was quickly finding himself overcome by lust as well. He wanted to stop her, but all he said was, "You don't have to illustrate your story by, uh..."

"Oh, but I do!" She returned her focus to his crotch. But this time she brought both hands there. She deftly managed to unzip his fly and whip out his erection with as much speed as she'd taken her top and bra off.

He complained, "Simone, we can't do this! What about my teacher, Mr. Jackson? It's not fair to him if you waste valuable class time jacking me off."

She joked, "I didn't realize he was jealous. Next time, he can jack you off. But he's not here and I am, so let me do the honors." By this time, she was already busy fondling his exposed privates with both hands.

"Simoooone!"

"That's my name, don't wear it out or I'll make you buy me a new one. And don't worry, you'll be Simoooooaning with pleasure before too long."

He laughed. "You really are the queen of the bad puns, aren't you? And please, stop this handjob before it goes too far!"

She kept on stroking, and said in parody of the famous U.S. military slogan, "It's not just a hand job, it's a hand adventure!"

He laughed some more. "You're really too much. But please, stop it already. It feels too good."

"Well, we wouldn't want that."

To his surprise, she did stop the handjob as soon as she said that. She stood up next to the couch and began wiggling out of the red shorts she was wearing. He was disappointed, realizing that he didn't really want her to stop. Then he realized her intentions.

As she wiggled the shorts down her muscular legs, pulling her panties down with them, she said, "I'm stopping because I can't do that while you're fucking me."

"Whoa! Wait a minute!" He didn't even know why he said that once he said it, because he was so horny that he was past the point of no return.

She could tell his protests lacked conviction, and the way his hard-on stood up at a jaunty angle showed just how aroused he was. But she kept talking because it was taking some time to get completely naked. "By the way, did I mention that I'm STILL horny from what I saw you do to Heather earlier? I've been having an itch needing to be scratched all fucking day!"

She finally had all her clothes off, so she picked up her panties and tossed them at him. "See how wet I've been! And not only that, but Heather carries on about you like you're the greatest motherfucking fucker on Earth! It's time that I find out what the hype is all about!" Since Alan still hadn't moved, she crawled back up on the couch and all over him.

He couldn't resist squeezing her dark globes. "But you've already had sex with me."

"I know, but let's not rush to judgment." She grinned impishly. "We need a few good fucks before I begin to make up my mind."

He disengaged and stood up, but even he knew that by this point he was only playing hard to get. When she got up and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her naked body against his clothed one, he didn't resist. All he managed to say was, "Some kind of angel you are."

She was all smiles. "Hey, who says devils get to have all the fun?" She knew his fly was unzipped, so she dramatically yanked his pants down nearly to his knees.

He was smiling from ear to ear too. "Uh oh. I have a feeling we're about to fuck."

"Brilliant deduction. Biggus Dickus? They should call you Biggus Brainus." Holding his shaft, she rose up and lowered herself down on it until he was fully impaled in her while they both remained standing up.

A great surge of pleasure went through him. "Whoa!"

She smirked. "That was articulate. You sound like Keanu Reeves in The Matrix."

The comment made him realize that he was just reacting. He decided that it was time to get proactive. Although he knew her comment that she wanted to find out what the hype was all about was made partly in jest, he realized there was some truth to it too, and that she really did wonder why Heather was so hung up on him. He was determined to rock her world, just like he'd repeatedly rocked Heather's.

With that in mind, he unexpectedly lifted her up until his dick was almost entirely out of her vagina. Then, just as unexpectedly, he suddenly dropped her back down, dramatically impaling her on his thick shaft.

Simone's eyes bugged out and she yelled out incoherently. "HUUUGGYNNG!"

Playfully throwing her comment back at her, she said, "That was articulate. You sound like Keanu Reeves getting strangled to death."

She recovered quickly, and joked, "Sadly, a sound we have yet to hear." Obviously, she wasn't a fan of the actor's acting abilities.

He realized that while fucking standing might look good to someone watching, it wasn't a very practical position. So he said, "I could stand here all day and impale you" - just then, he lifted her up and impaled her back down again - "all day long."

"Sounds good!"

"Or, I could bend you over the couch and fuck you doggy style."

"Sounds even better!"

After he impaled her a couple more times for good measure, they changed positions, allowing him to fuck her on the couch as he'd described.

As his cock slid back in her tight sheath, he thought, Maaaan, that feels good. I can't believe this is happening. Here I am, fucking one of the hottest girls in school, when I should be back in art class! Life is GOOD! He laughed out loud, even as he started thrusting.

Simone asked, "What's- UGH! What's so funny?"

He joked, "I just realized that before long I'm gonna be Simoooaning with pleasure. Maybe even Si-moaning and Si-groaning."

"UGH!"

"Was that a 'bad joke' ugh or a 'damn, you're fucking me good' ugh?"

"Both! Seriously! So bad, but so funny. If you keep it up, I'm going to have a tell-me-some-more-gasm!"

He replied, "Ugh! And that's a 'bad joke' ugh! If you keep THAT up, I'm gonna give you a show-you-the-door-gasm."

She guffawed at his quick wit.

They kept on fucking, but at the same time they also kept up their playful, jokey banter.

At one point, Simone pondered the situation even as Alan was fucking her hard and deep. I'm starting to get why Alan is so popular with the ladies. He makes sex FUN! He knows just what to do. With Heather, he somehow figured out that she gets off on dirty and mean talk, so he gives her that. And with me, he knows I love joking around. And even though it doesn't get me off in any way, it sure as hell makes this a total blast! Even though his jokes are so bad, hee-hee! Between the joking and the fucking, I can't breathe!

After a few minutes, the joking, and indeed any talking at all, faded away because they were going at it so energetically. Alan was still determined to give Simone a fucking she'd remember. He did have to stop at times for a minute or two to catch his breath and gather his energies, but then he'd be at it again, pounding her over the couch with great vigor.

Eventually, Simone had a nice orgasm. She figured he'd cum too, and that would be the end of it. But in fact he wasn't even close to cumming yet, and he had no intention of stopping. He'd discovered that continuing to steadily fuck right through a woman's orgasm and well beyond it was a great way to make an impression, so that's what he was doing now.

Simone was winded and overwhelmed by her climax. Her pussy was in a sensitive state too. So when she noticed he was still going, she panted, "Stop! Please!"

But he didn't stop. Instead, he said, "You don't mean that."

"No, I do. I really do!"

"Trust me on this, okay? Give it another minute. If you still want to stop, then I'll stop."

"Well... okay," she groaned, still dubious.

So he kept on fucking, but he slowed down some to give her body at chance to at least partially recover.

There were no clocks in the room and Simone wasn't wearing a watch. As a result, she had no way of knowing when a minute had passed. She tried to count the seconds in her head, but Alan started talking to her, telling her dumb-blonde jokes, of all things (he always had a bunch of those memorized to use on Christine). He asked her, "If a blonde and brunette both jumped off a building at the same time, who would land first?"

Simone answered, "The brunette. The blonde would have to stop and ask directions! By the way, don't try to out joke me. I know them all!"

He tried a few more jokes on her, and she knew the punch line more often than not. But in the process, he got her to forget all about counting until a minute was up. Eventually, he was so confident that she was into keeping the fucking going, he said, "Here's kind of a different one. If you're fucking a sexy girl, how do you get her to stop counting to sixty?"

Simone was so preoccupied with getting fucked that she couldn't think straight. So she just asked, "Huh?"

"You tell her lots of dumb-blonde jokes!"

She finally figured it out. "Grrr! I'm gonna get you for that one!"

"Yeah, you're not exactly in a position to do that." Pleased as punch at his cleverness, he kept right on fucking her, hard and fast.

She was amazed that he hadn't climaxed yet. She was nearly as amazed that he could continue talking without running out of air. What she didn't know was that it wasn't so much a matter of him being in good shape as it was a matter of getting "trained" at both things through many daily sexual adventures that involved talking more often than not.

But even Alan had his limits. Once he'd told that "stop counting to sixty" joke, he went silent again and concentrated fully on the fucking. He'd already reached a point where he had to rhythmically squeeze his PC muscle to stop an imminent climax. But he also knew from recent experience that he'd gained the ability to do that nearly indefinitely (or at least until he ran out of the energy needed to continue the squeezing and the fucking).

He felt he had Simone right where he wanted her. He'd gotten her to cum once, and he kept on fucking until he got her to cum again. Then they changed positions, and he laid on top of her on the couch. But, like before, he didn't give her much chance to rest and recover. It wasn't long before he fucked his way through her third orgasm.

He was going to keep on going, but she started shouting, "Stop! Stop!" It sounded like she really meant it this time. He didn't feel like he knew her well enough to decide he knew better and continue fucking right through her cries to stop. So he really did come to a stop.

As they rested, he said, "Your loss. If you would have let me continue, I really would have rocked your world."

She panted, "You already DID rock my world! Hell, you fucked me half to death! Jeeeesus!"

He laid on top of her, cuddling. "Yeah, but that's nothing. Seriously, I could have fucked you all the way to death."

She realized he was serious about the fact that she'd missed out while also being joking about his exact language. "That doesn't sound so appealing. I think I prefer being fucked just short of seeing the Grim Reaper."

He grinned and kissed her face. "I can see you've got a point there."

Even though she was exhausted, she reached down and found his dick. He'd pulled all the way out, so it was resting against his thigh. "Hey! You're still hard!"

"Yeah, well, I figured we were going to keep going for a while."

"Oh, geez. I'm sorry. And... hey! I just realized! What about a condom? Damn, we forgot!"

"No, you forgot. Once we got kind of close, I was going to put one on. But that wasn't going to be for a while yet. Actually, we could still do it. You want me to put one on now?"

"Are you kidding me?! Damn! That's all I can say, is damn!" She laid under him, still panting and sweating.

In truth, he'd forgotten about the condom too. But his goal was to impress her, so he was exaggerating just how long he could have lasted. With the condom comment, he was giving the impression that he was just getting started.

He thought, Shit! I talk a good talk about being careful about STDs, but when it comes to actual fucking, I forget more often than not! And here I thought I was so clever with that 'stop counting to sixty' joke. What an idiot!

However, he turned the close call about the condom into an opportunity. "Hey, Simone, if we're gonna keep meeting like this, we need to be more serious about STDs. As you know, I've already been tested, and I know you have too recently."

"That's right."

"But don't you think it would be good if we're both tested again? And Heather too? One can never be too careful."

"Yeah. Sure. Jesus Christ, at this point, I'd agree to anything. After getting fucked like that! No wonder Heather's so ga-ga over you. I know you fucked me before, and that was a lot of fun, but this was way more intense!"

"Hey, we aim to please. By the way, what you just experienced is called a please-stop-I'm-much-too-sore-gasm."

She had a good laugh at that. "Stop! No more jokes! If you don't kill me with the fucking, you're gonna kill me with the joking. I need to catch my breath!"

Alan laid on top of her and just cuddled and rested for a while. She apologized several times for stopping before he'd had a chance to cum. He shrugged it off, appearing to be selfless about it. In fact, he was secretly relieved. He'd had plenty of fun fucking her, and since he hadn't climaxed, that meant he'd still be ready for more when he got home later. He had no doubt he'd be in for a lot more fun and sexual times before the day was over.

Eventually, the two of them rested enough to get up and go back to class.

Simone had made sure to talk to him in the theater room with the intention of getting him to fuck her. However, she hadn't planned on it taking so long or feeling so wiped out afterwards. He had truly impressed her with his skill and especially his stamina.

Both of them made it back in time for the second half of their third-period classes. But after all the fucking, the best they could do was go through the motions.