6 Times a Day

Chapter 364 Heather + Titfuck [DD Sponsored]

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Hearing Heather's agreement, Alan leapt onto her like a lion released from a cage. The two of them fucked right there on the floor where she'd been performing.

They built up a strong, driving rhythm. It was a great fast fuck, marred only by the frequent times Alan had to shush the carelessly noisy Heather.

As he fucked her, he prodded, "So you'll really let me fuck you anytime and anywhere?"

"Yes!"

"What about your boyfriend?"

She grunted lustily when his boner bottomed out in her yet again. "Who cares? You fuck- UGH! So much better!"

"And what about the fact that I'm a nerd?"

"You're no nerd. No nerd fucks UNHH! ...this good. I want your cock; no, I NEED it!"

He thought out loud while drilling her hard: "I guess that makes you a total slut."

"Yes! Yes, I am!"

That answer really surprised him, because he hadn't realized that he was verbalizing his thoughts out loud. Given what he'd just said, he would have expected her to slap him or worse, but instead it seemed to just arouse her further, causing her to thrust her hips with greater vigor.

Suddenly all the details of the first time he'd fucked her came flooding back: he'd called her a "cunt hole" and a "sleazy bitch" and more, and she'd loved it. He thought, Dang, I'm doing it again. I never say anything rude to anyone, but with Heather the nasty names just flow freely from my lips. And Aunt Suzy said that it's cool to do that with her, provided that she's horny enough already. So I'm gonna go for it!

He tested to confirm that she liked it. "So you're a slut. A hussy. A skanky bitch." He punctuated that with another deep push into her.

He thought he'd gone too far with that last insult, but when he bottomed out she yelled even louder, "YES! God, YES!"

He realized it would be good to curse at her like he had the last time. He had no problem conjuring up the right mood to do so, since he was still angry at her sneaky intrusion into his house and his room. He growled, "Shut up, you noisy bitch! I mean it!"

Heather responded by going totally wild on him. She kissed him desperately. Her hands flew all over him as she thrust her hips at him so forcefully that she literally lifted him off the floor. It was as if she were on fire and in a complete panic to put it out before she burned to death, but the only way to do that was for them both to cum.

Alan couldn't take much of that unexpected, overwhelming treatment. He knew he wouldn't be able to pause for a strategic break because it felt too good to stop, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. So he concentrated on fucking her harder, deeper, and faster while he still had some control.

Already, he was running out of breath, but he managed to say, "Take that! Take it! Take it, you bitch!"

To his surprise, she moaned back erotically, "Oooh! Oooh, God! Yes! I'm taking it! I'm taking every inch of your cock! Give me more!"

For some reason, he felt his anger rising along with his arousal. "You want more?! I'll give you more, you fucking CUNT! Nothing but a worthless cunt!"

She yelled back with lusty desperation, "I'm a cunt! Such a cunt! Fuck this sorry ass cunt! Fuck me so good!"

Her words inspired him; he felt re-energized. It was no problem at all to draw on even more energy to fuck her like a jackhammer. He fucked her so hard that her hair was flying around while the back of her head kept banging on the floor. Suddenly, he could sense he was losing it. So he shouted, "Cum, bitch! CUM!"

She'd been on the verge already, but once he said that, she let go. Her body was still bouncing rhythmically underneath him in time to his thrusts, but she started shuddering and convulsing uncontrollably at the same time.

Heather had a tight cunt with a well-exercised PC muscle, and her pussy walls began spasmodically clenching his stiff dick so strongly that he had a hard time moving within her. It was as if things were going in slow motion, which caused his arousal to soar even higher.

When he started unloading in her, she was still writhing around with her own orgasm. Sensing that he was cumming too, and especially feeling his seed squirting deep inside her, inspired her to an even greater orgasmic ecstasy.

But once the mutual climaxes passed, Alan noticed that she hardly made a peep, in spite of everything. It seemed that she'd suddenly taken his command to stay quiet very seriously. And he'd been relatively quiet too, although he had shouted out to her that he was cumming.

As she lay there, she thought, Oh sweet Jesus! He's GOOD! That first time was no fluke, that's for sure. Shit, I'd crawl across broken glass to get fucked like that again. He practically KILLED me! I swear, I think I'm dead: I died and went to Heaven!

He got up and staggered around like a drunkard. His goal was to lock the door. Once he'd done that, he relaxed and slumped against the door for a while.

Phew, man! he thought. Blowjobs are all well and good. No, scratch that, they're totally awesome. But even so, fucking is even MORE totally awesome! Shit. Heather is so damn tight. A pussy is perfectly designed for a cock. The fit is just so... well, awesome! How I wish I could fuck Mom or Aunt Suzy. I guess I can let out my frustrations on Heather.

He turned on some music. It was Elastica's debut album, played on random shuffle; for some reason it seemed appropriate for Heather.

He had done that as a belated attempt to mask their activity. Although he had just cum, he was still powerfully aroused. Strangely, he didn't feel his usual post-orgasmic lassitude. In fact, he was much more wired than usual.

He thought, Okay, so far, so good. I should try to remember more of Aunt Suzy's advice on how to handle her, though. She said I need to stay in the driver's seat at all times. Bossing her around is key, and she'll go along with it if she gets pleasure out of it too. She's totally horny for me right now. This is the time to push my luck!

Heather seemed intent on more sex, despite the fact that her body was trembling with exhaustion. She still had a crazed, hungry look in her eyes.

The rocking music of Elastica's "Car Song" seemed to eliminate any need for words. He simply sat up on his bed and motioned for her to sit between his legs.

She did so quickly, still without speaking, although it was an effort since her body felt like it was made of wet noodles.

He remembered Al Pacino in the movie "Scarface," and tried to channel some of that actor's macho arrogance. He leaned back and said, "Gimme a titfuck, bitch." He would never have said that to anyone else he knew, but something about Heather inspired that kind of attitude in him.

His words hit her like an electric cattle prod. She visibly shivered all over. She never gave titfucks to anyone, since she didn't get that much pleasure out of the act. She was on the verge of telling him to go fuck himself. Plus, she was still so tired from the fucking she'd just received that she didn't think she could do it even if she'd wanted to. Yet somehow she found herself being pulled in towards his erection, as if it were a magnet.

She leaned forward, spat between her breasts, and placed his erection in her cleavage. Her spit was hardly necessary, because his dick was already soaked with her pussy juices. Then she started bouncing up and down on her heels so he didn't even have to do any of the work.

She thought, Aaaah, this feels nice! It's weird: normally, titfucks don't do anything for me at all, but now I'm feeling tingly all over, and my cleavage... it's like it's on fire!

Look at the way he's looking down at me, with a sneer on his face. It's like he expects me to do this. Doesn't he know who I am? He has no idea how lucky he is that I even SPEAK to him, much less... Jesus! What is it about the way that he's looking at me? It sends shivers down my spine!

At the same time, he thought, That's odd. I mean, why am I acting like this, and why is she obviously getting off on it? I guess I can answer the first part. When I think back to what Mom and Sis did to me this morning, it makes a guy cocky. Anything Heather does to me, anything, it can't compare to THAT! So I can take this in stride, And I guess she gets off on it somehow. Hey, as long as she's into it, I'm not gonna over-think it!

As the titfuck went on, he pondered the arousing sensations. For some reason, I like fucking Heather's tits a lot, almost more than fucking her cunt. Perhaps it's because they're so big... No. Ha! I mean, that would be true compared to Akami or Kim, but not compared to Aunt Suzy? Forget it! Maybe it's because she's obviously into it. I mean, she's such a "fuck off and die" kind of person, but she's totally getting off on sliding her big tits up and down. She's really careful to keep a tight titfuck channel going too. Somehow, I don't think she tries this hard with other guys.

While those reasons were valid, another reason he wasn't consciously aware of was that he disliked her power-hungry ways and he liked taking her down a notch by putting her in this most subservient of positions.

When she presented her chest to him and pushed her tits together for him to fuck her cleavage, it was almost as if she wanted to give pleasure and please someone other than herself. But in fact, even though she was enjoying it to a surprising degree, she was just getting him warmed up so he'd want to fuck her pussy again.

Plus, she was loathe to admit, she was kind of grossed out by the way that his dick was covered in her pussy juices, which in turn were getting all over her tits. She started to pull away. "Okay, nerd boy, it's time for your dick to enter the pearly gates and find out what heaven is like."

However, he was still angry at her intrusion and demanding ways and didn't want to give her that satisfaction. So he grabbed her shoulders, stopping her from changing positions. "Hey! This is MY house, MY rules. I didn't tell you it was time to fuck." He could see anger growing on her face, like a quickly gathering storm.

Somehow he sensed that she had a very competitive spirit. So he added, "I know what it is: you're just not good at titfucking, so you want to switch to something you know. Or is it that you feel self-conscious about your obviously fake boobs?"

"They are NOT fake!" she lied.

"Bottom line is, I've had a lot better. Is this all you've got? Why'd you even bother to come over?"

That was like waving a red flag in front of a raging bull. But the only way that she could "show him" was by giving him a good titfuck, so she put all her energy into that.

As she slid her big tits up and down his thick pole, she thought, God damn fucking asshole nerd! Who does he think he is?! Just because he has a big cock and knows how to use it, he thinks he can push ME around? HA! You pathetic loser. I'll show you what a good titfuck is! And so what if my breasts are enhanced? The truth is, they're better than real! You can't handle these magnificent boobs! I'll make you cum in half a minute, you sorry, skinny dweeb!

She felt that she was doing her best, and she had such a high opinion of herself she doubted anyone could do better. So she crowed triumphantly, "How's THAT, Mr. Big Cock?"

He couldn't resist popping her bubble. "It's okay." That was an understatement; she was actually doing a surprisingly good job, and she certainly had the boobs for it, fake or not. But he remembered Suzanne's advice to be sparing with his compliments.

Heather practically exploded, "Okay?! Just OKAY?! What? Are you fucking retarded?! How can I do any better, you fucking ingrate?!" Yet she kept on sliding her big tits up and down and around his shaft.

He replied calmly, "Well, you can start by not calling me things like 'fucking ingrate.' I think you may deserve a spanking for that. And there's a lot you can do better. For one thing, presentation. For starters, where are your high heels?"

She looked over to where she'd tossed her clothes. She knew her heels were underneath them. "Over there. But what the fuck, sorry, what the hey does it matter? It's not like you can see my feet when I'm in this position anyway."

"That's true. But still, it shows your effort."

Muttering curses under her breath, she rolled her eyes. But she did get up and went to get her heels. Effort? I'll show you fucking effort, you fucking worthless piece of shit! You think you're so hot just because I let you fuck me. But you're nothing! Nothing!

But even though her eyes shot daggers at him, she kept those thoughts to herself as she put on her high heels. She told herself that she needed to humor him, to get him to fuck her again. Once he fell under her spell and really wanted her, she'd lower the boom on him.

Alan enjoyed the sight of her bending over and showing off her ass as she was putting on her heels. After all, that was one reason why he'd insisted she wear them. But the pause also gave his dick a short strategic break. He realized that this too was a power issue, and when it came to Heather he remembered that he had to stay on top at all times.

She quickly returned to her position between his legs, resuming the titfuck. But she also said sarcastically, "There. Now, is there anything else you require, your majesty?"

"As a matter of fact there is, if you want to give as good a titfuck as some others I've gotten. Try licking my cockhead at the same time."

She looked down in disbelief. "What, you want me to reach it with my tongue while it's still in my cleavage? Fat chance!"

He shrugged. He didn't say anything, but the obvious implication from his disappointed look was that she'd failed and wasn't worthy.

She sighed in exasperation. "Fine! How's this?" She attempted to extend her neck and reach his cockhead, but she'd never tried it before and she couldn't quite do it. She started breathing heavily on his cockhead, hoping that would help make him blow his load.

He enjoyed that a lot, but he still acted like she'd failed him.

His somewhat-bored facial expression annoyed her. She was determined to show him she could do it, so she tried again, with even more effort. When that still didn't work, she repositioned herself and his erection. That made the difference, so that she just barely managed to lick the tip of his head whenever it came into range. That was a very unusual amount of effort for her.

But Alan was in his element now, and he'd gotten over his initial surprise and intimidation. He just kept titfucking her.

He thought, This is definitely all thanks to what's happened with my whole six-times-a-day treatment. If it weren't for what's already happened with Mom, Sis, Aunt Suzy, Aims, and Glory, I would have blown my load a long time ago. Hell, I would have blown my MIND a long time ago, just from her being here. But I can totally roll with this, and really enjoy it. How many other guys can be this calm and even in charge with the mighty Heather? I bet she likes the turning of the tables; it's such a change from her usual fawning guys.

Actually, that's something Aunt Suzy told me, now that I think about it. The more that guys fawn over her, the less she likes them. Damn! Aunt Suzy is such a fucking genius!