6 Times a Day

Chapter 537 Face Fucking Heather.! [Iveyflame Sponsored]

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The moment dragged on. All was silent but for the sound of distant activity. Neither of them seemed willing to budge. Then, in a flash, Heather was up on her knees with his cock in her hand. She looked up and said with spitting resentment, "Fucking BASTARD!" Then she opened her jaw widely and engulfed his erection as deep as she could manage.

He didn't waste time, not even to briefly savor the moment. He had a need to fuck her face like he had a need to breathe, and he wasn't going to be delicate or considerate about it. He held the sides of her head and immediately started fucking her mouth just like it was a cunt.

Happily for him, she seemed to be as into it as he was. She didn't just sit there and let him use her; she did her best to suck tightly on his rod even though that was no easy task, due to how fast his shaft was sliding past her lips.

Thanks mostly to Suzanne's advice, Alan understood that when it came to Heather, the best defense was a good offense. But what he still didn't fully realize was how strongly she reacted on a sexual level to aggressiveness. Something snapped inside her when she saw him towering above her, presenting his cock and demanding that she suck it. She forgot all about luring him into the theater room to get fucked, instead devoting all her energy to sucking his cock as best she could.

As it happened, there wasn't much she could do other than hold on for dear life. The minutes passed, but his anger at her presumption didn't lessen, so his energy didn't fade either. He just kept on fucking her face like he was pounding quickly into a tight cunt.

He was so vigorous that she had to be careful not to choke or gag. In his lust-frenzy, he wasn't paying attention to how deeply he was penetrating her mouth. And with his hands tightly holding the sides of her head, she had little ability to control what he was doing. He repeatedly thrust so deeply that he triggered her gag reflex. She had no deep throating ability, let alone any meaningful previous experience with cocksucking, so she had to concentrate with all her might on breathing and not gagging.

But the more she struggled, the more she loved it. This was a man who just didn't give a fuck, who was using her like the "cum dump" he'd called her in their past encounters. That turned her on so much that even as she was barely coping with gagging and breathing, she wished she could swallow him down to the root because she loved his cock so very much.

Merely getting enough air was a problem for him too. He felt like he was running a race, even though in reality he was standing still. As a result, he wasn't able to say much. But his anger was such that every now and then he would shout out short phrases like "Take it!" or "Fuckin' bitch!", or mean things like "You cunt!" or "Slut trash!" But he wasn't doing those things because he knew she liked it; it was because his conscious control over his thoughts and his mouth had disappeared so completely that he was just spouting whatever happened to pop into his head.

Even so, Heather responded just as enthusiastically as she had previously. She found herself thinking, I am a cunt! His cunt! Two, actually, 'cos he's fucking my mouth-cunt! FUCK ME!

But, like Alan, she was so far gone that she was focused on the moment, unable to think much. And, like him, even though all the action seemed to be concentrated in one spot, she felt like her entire body was on fire. She wouldn't have been surprised to find that her skin was red as if from a bad sunburn, because that's how hot she felt all over. She tingled so much everywhere that it seemed her entire body was one huge erogenous zone.

After a few minutes of such frantic thrusting, Alan began to run out of steam. He was still fully engaged mentally, but he simply couldn't maintain that pace for long, just as one couldn't sprint for an entire mile.

However, Heather didn't mind his slowing down, because that allowed her to speed up her effort. Up to that point, her head had been held in place by his hands. But as his fucking flagged, she started lunging her head back and forth, carrying his hands along with her head. As a result, his pole slid back and forth in her lips just as fast as before, but now her blonde ponytail was flying around wildly from her own movements.

As time passed, he was forced to focus more and more on his struggle not to cum. He had to rhythmically flex his PC muscle continuously, which wasn't easy. It was much like fighting a desperate urge to pee. He was so close to the edge that sometimes he squirted out a little real cum and not just pre-cum. Although his struggle wasn't pleasant, the pleasure he was feeling from Heather's sliding lips more than made up for it. He absolutely hated to cum, especially during a great time like this, because he knew that would cause all the pleasure to suddenly end.

As a result, his back-and-forth thrusting finally came to a stop. But Heather had been making up the difference for quite a while, so when he stopped she went all out, picking up the slack, bobbing frantically to keep her "face fuck" feeling going. She too was getting tired, but she felt compelled to pleasure Alan's cock the best she could.

Although she had always hated giving blowjobs to other guys, with Alan she felt like she couldn't get enough of sucking him off. She loved how thick he was. Heather was the kind of person who bored easily, who was always looking for the next challenge. If cocksucking him had been comfortable and easy, she would have grown bored of that too. Instead it was a constant struggle, like flailing in deep water while barely being able to swim. Even though she was the one now setting the pace, along with the depth of his penetration, she continued to take him in so deep that she was right on the edge of gagging and choking. Taking a break simply wasn't an option, not with the challenge of all that delicious cock-meat in her mouth. She wanted to triumph, so for her the only way out was to get him to cum; all her efforts were focused on that goal. Her tongue didn't really get involved much, but there was little it could do while his cockhead was pounding in and out between her lips so rapidly and relentlessly.

Alan was only human. Since neither of them considered taking a break, his demise was certain. That end came unexpectedly. He had continued to work his PC muscle as best he could, but suddenly that wasn't good enough and he began to squirt his load.

Heather was so focused on her fast head bobbing and everything else that she hadn't even touched herself since their face fuck began. But when she felt his spermy cream coat the back of her throat, she reached down and squeezed her clit. That set her off with an orgasmic explosion that literally curled her toes. She opened her eyes wide in surprise, but the rush was so intense that she briefly saw nothing at all. However, she most definitely felt his cock in her mouth, with an excruciatingly hypersensitive level of detail that was almost mind-blowing in and of itself.

She held herself frozen in place, trembling with euphoria as rope after rope of his hot, sweet cum blasted into her mouth. But after a few seconds, she managed to recover enough to resume her bobbing on his cock. Once again her ponytail flew in every direction as she attempted to suck every last drop of his tasty cum from his rod.

Moments later it was clear that he had run dry. But she was in denial; she was enjoying it too much to stop immediately. So she kept on bobbing as his dick slowly went flaccid. Finally she could deny reality no more, so she pulled her lips off his now limp pussy-pleaser.

She sat back on the ground and muttered, "DAMN!"

He had been standing the entire time, but there was no need for him to still do so. As his legs gave way, he practically collapsed beside her. That put his bare butt on the floor, since his shorts had slipped down around his knees. That didn't bother him much, so he raised himself enough to scoot back and rest against the wall.

While he sat there panting, he took another good look at Heather. She'd gone from sitting to lying down, because she was exhausted also, now that their coupling had ended. Her long blonde hair was splayed out on the floor, on which she was lying, but she was too weak to care.

He thought, Dang! She looks too good, especially with such a great post-orgasmic glow. Fucking hell! Heather always looks hotter than ever right after she's cum, especially when she cums really hard. I think there's some kind of threshold where a girl looks simply too hot to resist. I don't care what her personality is like; no straight male has a chance! So I'm not gonna beat myself up for giving in to my lust once again, because... fuck it. No, better yet, fuck her!

And what's up with the release of sexual tension? Jeeeesus, this feels great! I had no idea it could be so good. I'm still buzzing. That was like the total exhilaration at the peak of an exciting roller coaster ride, but stretched out for, what, five minutes? Ten? Who knows? Time has no meaning when I'm feeling like that. There's nothing to compare. Nothing!

I know she tried to beat me and trick me, but I can't get worked up about it. What we just did felt too damn good!

At least I maintained the upper hand, sorta, by refusing to go into the theater room, and by fucking her face instead of her cunt. But I'm kind of scared of myself too. This seems to happen every time something sexual happens with her. It's like I become Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; I turn into a sadistic beast! "Bad Alan" takes over. I don't like that guy. For one thing, he's a real asshole... But I've gotta admit he sure as hell has a lot of fun!

He calmed his breathing enough to speak without panting. "Heather, that was your reward. Okay? You got a problem with that?"

"No." She still felt weak as a baby kitten as the echoes of her powerful orgasm continued to course through her body. She didn't have the energy to put up her usual spirited resistance.

"Good. Now, I'm gonna go."

"What?!" That announcement roused her, even getting her to sit up. "You can't!"

"Why not?" He was talking of leaving, but he was still too wiped out to actually move.

"We've got the full hour. Think of how much more we can do. For one thing, you still have to fuck me." She considered making a sexy pose, but then she realized that she was doing about as well as she could manage just to be sitting up.

"No I don't. I'm not gonna, not today, because I don't like the way you tricked me. I don't care how many blank passes you have; you can't take me out of class like that. Ever! Just like you can't show up at my house unannounced. In fact, no blindsiding me in any way, period. I have a lot of other really tempting sexual partners. I'm going to cut you some slack here because we're still getting to know each other, and maybe I didn't make things perfectly clear before. But no more of this bullshit!"

Her feisty spirit was starting to return along with her energy. She managed to stumble to her feet in the hopes of striking a sexy pose that would inspire him to keep going. "Okay, fine. But if I'm dropping my boyfriend because of you, I expect something major in return. In case you hadn't noticed yet, I have a powerful sex drive. I need sex! Especially since I'm booting Rock at your request. I expect you to fuck me on a regular basis; you owe me that."

Alan had no idea how to follow that sort of female logic. "What?! Sorry, but you shouldn't expect any such thing. I'm not your boyfriend or anything close to it, nor do I want to be. I'm just a guy. A guy you've had a few hook-ups with. That's it. If something happens, it happens. If it doesn't it doesn't. I don't owe you anything!"

"But what about your three demands that I fulfilled?" She turned around and bent over, leaning against the wall.

"That was just the bare minimum, if I am going to have sex with you at all in the future. And it's not like I was making some kind of outrageous demands, since those were just basic things. Like, say, not passing on some hideous sexual disease. Is that really too much to ask? You expect some kind of great reward because of that? Give me a break! That's for your protection too. IF we have sex again, it'll be because the time is right, the mood is right, and we both feel like it. If you start making demands, I'm just gonna walk away."

She sensed that if she kept pushing him at that moment it would be counter-productive. She had enjoyed the face fuck, which astonished her. That made her even more determined to have more, and more varied, sexual encounters with him. She knew her own attractiveness, so his repeatedly turning her down implied that he probably really did have other tempting women for sexual partners. Any guy who could make a face fuck that arousing for the woman certainly could win a lot of girls. So she figured that his threat was believable, in that if she started making too many sexual demands, he really might just walk away.

She said contritely, "Okay. I get it. My bad. I guess I was overeager. I figured any normal guy would want to play hooky with the school's head cheerleader who is also its most beautiful girl. Apparently, you've got your nerdy priorities. Fine. Next time, we'll talk it over first." She thrust out her ass.

He nodded, letting her snarky "nerdy priorities" comment slide. "Thank you. And that's IF there is a next time." He pulled his shorts back up and looked around. "Good grief. It's crazy that I'm sitting here all sprawled out, and you're like... that! You're not wearing any clothes! Don't you want to put something on?"

"What's the hurry?"

He'd been too out of it to pay close attention, but now he realized just what a sexy stance she was making, bent over lewdly with her ass high in the air. He exclaimed as he stared at her leaky cunt, "Look at you! You're soaking wet!"

She chuckled. "Big surprise there. Wonder why? I'll give you one guess, and it has something to do with what you just did to me."

Despite his exhaustion, he couldn't help but groan lustily.

Encouraged by that groan, she wiggled her ass at him. "Just look at this juicy cunt! Can you imagine how good it would feel to slide your big, thick cock in here? You won, okay? You made your point and you've won. Now, claim your reward! Put me in my place! Put IT in MY place." She churned her ass in a circular motion. "I know you're tired, but I'll do all the work. Let me grind my pussy all over your cock!"

He was tempted, sorely tempted. He could feel his lust returning and his heart starting to pound. However, his penis showed no signs of rebounding so soon after cumming. So, making the best of the situation, he pretended indifference. "No. I told you I'm not gonna fuck you here, and I mean it. I don't reward bad behavior."

She spoke in an extra sultry voice. "Come on. Sometimes, it's good to be bad."

"Nope. Come on; let's go."

She cursed to herself, Dammit! What is WITH this guy?! He drives me crazy! She concluded that she really wasn't going to be able to change his mind before next period, so she turned back around and bent down to pick up her miniskirt. "I guess I will go, if you're really leaving."

"I am."

He left a short time later, after a bit more small talk. Ironically, he did need to have her let him into the theater room after all, but only so he could wash up at the sink that was in the dressing room. He was tempted to spend the entire hour with her, but he knew that if he did that she would conclude that she'd succeeded. He still found it hard to believe that he'd done as much with her as he had, including this latest brazen escapade.