6 Times a Day

Chapter 893 Heather Doing The Painted On Panties Thing!

?Alan rested with his eyes closed during the car ride to school. Susan was quiet for the most part, knowing he needed to try to switch gears mentally in his own way. She had to concentrate on driving, since she was going much faster than usual to make up for starting so late.

He thought, Wow! So intense! I still don't even know what the hell that was all about, with all that "official" stuff, but it was fucking epic! Brenda is amaaaaazing!

But what really blows my mind is that this is just the beginning. This is not just one wild week, or one wild month. This is how it's going to be forever! Brenda just made a serious commitment. Hell, we're all committed to each other now, whether we say it's "official" or not. For instance, I'm never going to live separate from Mom and Sis if I can help it. Hell, twenty years from now, Mom'll probably still be cooking the two of us breakfast in her erotic apron and then blowing me through breakfast before necking and rubbing her tits all over my chest as I head out the door to work! Why the hell not? I know some people might find it odd to live with their mothers, but they wouldn't think that if she was a perfect ten totally submissive bombshell fuck toy!

Hell, and knowing her, she'll probably look even better then than she does now! And Aunt Suzy and Aims are just as much a vital part of our shared future. Brenda's wiggling her way into our lives too, and I'm certainly not complaining about that! Man, "my future's so bright I gotta wear shades," that's all I can say. I just need to make it through today, and then the hiking trip, and soon I'll be balls-deep in Mom's cunt! Not just once or twice, but every day, forever! How cool is that?!

As Susan drove the minivan through a key intersection, she gave him a nudge. "Tiger, my love, we're almost there."

He opened his eyes and rubbed his face. "Man! Whoa!"

She glanced at him with concern. "Are you going to be okay? You still look a bit, well... stunned."

"That's 'cos I feel stunned. That was great, but we can't do that kind of thing every morning. It's too intense! How am I going to get into the right mindset for school?"

She smiled encouragingly. "You'll manage. You always do."

He thought, I've got to seriously focus on my classes for at least a few hours. I'd love to repeat my remote vibrator control fun with Glory, but not today. I'm going to be distracted enough as it is. Besides, she'd be too sore to take another day so soon. I've got a triple whammy of tests in my first-, second- and third-period classes, so it's time to hunker down and avoid distractions.

By the time Susan pulled up in front of the school, he was feeling better. But the school bell had already rung. After giving Susan a goodbye peck on the cheek, he did his best to hustle to class.

Normally, he would have been quite nervous seeing Christine for the first time since he'd passionately necked with her at the pub the night before. But he made it to his first-period physics class with mere seconds to spare, so all he could really do was smile and say "Hi" as he took his front-row seat next to hers. She seemed to look and act perfectly normal, which made things easier.

He glanced over at her and sighed. Sheesh! This morning was like the blowjob morning to end all blowjob mornings! It was so far beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of in my wildest fantasies, and yet it really happened to me! If Christine had even the tiniest inkling, she would completely freak out. Hell, everyone would. And yet, Mom washed me down, combed my hair, and threw some clothes on me, so now, to all outward appearances, I look just like everyone else. But that's so wrong! I don't even know how to think about it anymore. It's a total skull fuck!

He found himself grateful that he had tests for his first three classes, because it forced him to focus on test-taking. By the time his first period was over, he had mostly recovered from his morning sex daze. At least he could fake acting normally.

Christine and Alan walked together between classes, talking as they went, but by then they were both so deeply in test-taking mode that it was easy for them to act as if the events of the previous evening had never occurred.

Alan's two tests came and went. He felt pretty good about how he'd done. As he waited at the end of his second-period English class, he thought, Finally! That monkey is off my back. I've got one test left in fifth period, but I know I'll cruise through that one. Heather came through with the illegally authored essay, and it was a good one too. From now on, I'm going to do better so I never have to do that kind of cheating again. Not only is it wrong, but doing wrong leaves me vulnerable to blackmail. Especially from Heather. Despite our good meeting yesterday, I still don't trust her farther than I can throw her. Hell, I don't trust her farther than the eight inches I can fuck her.

But those worries are for another day. I made it through a tough week and now I get my rewards! First off, I'm gonna fuck Glory silly for lunch. We've never done that Princess Leia role-play she wants to do. I saw that she still has that costume buried in her supply closet, so we can do that one. Sean's such a big Star Wars fan; I wonder what he'd think if he was a fly on the wall for that one.

Speaking of which, with these tests basically out of the way, I have to find Sean again and get a progress report on his second Kim fuck. And I wanna hear Kim's side of it, too. Probably I should get her take first. I hope he did well, because the Xania thing is all arranged for him and right around the corner. I wonder what she'll think when he shows up there with his car all filled with camping gear. I hope the cover story of him being a guest on my scouting trip holds with his parents. It should. The call from my mom to his mother should prevent any doubts, I should think.

And then there's the hiking trip. I've been so focused on everything else that I've practically forgotten about that. But it should be a good break for me, both mentally and physically. A chance to give my mind and my dick big vacations. Forty-eight straight hours without cumming. That'll be strange.

But there's so much to do beforehand! Not only finish packing, but I've got all kinds of unresolved issues to deal with, most of which hopefully involve more sex, heh-heh. I might as well go out in style and completely drain my balls before I go. I think I can afford another fuck with Heather as final payback for the "help" with the essay. Then there's an appointment with Akami in the afternoon, which is certainly going to have more sex in it. Oh. Wait. Heather'll be at the football game cheerleading after school. Well that's one less fuck for me, for good or for bad. Probably for good - I'm only human.

And then there's the one really huge question. Is Mom's period over so I can finally fuck her? Mom did say she's still "on the rag," but that could change by the afternoon. All hope is not lost that today could be the big day.

If worse comes to worst, we'll have to wait until after the hiking trip. But that might actually be better, if we can both hold out until then. We could make a really big production out of it, and I'll be so backed up with cum I'll be able to fuck her ten times in one day! Okay, maybe not, but a hell of a lot of times. He chuckled to himself.

So sweet! I'm getting a boner just thinking about it. But in any case, she's going to want to play around before I go. I can at least console myself with that. A titfuck? An assfuck? Or the tried and true blowjob? Another double blowjob? Dang, I love those! So many good possibilities.

This is gonna be a very sexually busy afternoon. All I know is, as soon as that final school bell rings, I'm going to have as many fucks as my body can stand until the van comes to take me away. It's going to be glorious. Talk about "Thank God It's Friday!" Sweetness!

Alan had been carrying on so much about how his tests and the 20-page essay were bothering him, that a number of people knew when his academic day was finished, for all practical purposes. So when he walked out of his second-period class, Amy and Katherine were there, dressed in the skimpy red cheerleader uniforms they wore every Friday, ready to meet him with hugs and kisses (a chaste kiss on the cheek from Katherine, and a wet, lingering kiss on the lips from Amy). The two girls had finished their own tests, so the three of them gave each other high fives.

But then Katherine suddenly said in a nervous voice, "We've gotta go," and the two girls rushed off without even goodbye hugs.

Alan thought that was strange, as the five minute break period had just begun. But then he looked around and saw Heather coming his way, like a shark swimming through packs of helpless fish. She too was dressed in her cheerleader uniform. She had a serious and determined look on her face - which made Alan realize why Katherine and Amy had departed so suddenly. It seemed like Heather was coming his way to punch him in the face.

However, when she got close, she smiled at him and said, "Hi! You said you had your two tough tests to start the day, so I figure you must be through the worst of it. How'd you do?"

Alan was a bit taken aback by her casual, friendly question, especially since it contrasted dramatically with the searing look in her eyes. He replied, "Okay. I'm glad it's all over. I still have one more test later, but that one should be okay."

He hadn't gone more than a few feet from the door of his third-period class, and he stood just out of the path of those wanting to exit or enter that room. Suddenly Heather grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him a few feet down the hall and pressed him up against the wall. He found himself positioned with his face only about a foot away from hers, and her legs on either side of his. It was the perfect position if they wanted to stand and neck against the hallway lockers, but that wasn't what Heather wanted to do.

With Alan still playing catch-up, Heather grabbed one of his hands and drew it to her ass. As she did this, she said in a low and quiet voice, "Alan, thinking about our meeting yesterday makes me really HOT! It's all I can think about. I want you, no, NEED you, in my butt! Time is short and we all know what kind of day Friday is, so don't waste time!"

He didn't know what she meant when she said "we all know what kind of day Friday is," but then he reviewed his memory of their meeting and recalled his "Groping Naked Heather Day" fantasy. He'd described how dozens and dozens of strange hands would grope her all day long every Friday as she'd only wear painted on panties, and possibly even just a painted on top as well. Then the feeling of her skin on his hand made him realize that she in fact wasn't wearing any panties. He thought, Wow! She's doing the painted on panties thing! For real? Really?!

She was planning on doing the "painted-on-panties thing" today, but she was so excited about what Alan had told her the day before that even that didn't go far enough for her. She wasn't wearing panties, but hadn't had her crotch painted black yet either, as she planned to do that during sixth-period cheerleading practice, in time for the game after school. The feeling of nudity not even covered by paint and the thrill of getting caught had her so aroused that she'd been practically glowing all morning.

He looked around. There were kids milling about all over the place, and Heather was practically treated like a rock star at school, so people were always looking her way. It was remarkable no one had noticed where his hand was, mostly because it was covered by her cheerleader skirt, and they were standing close. He said, "Not here; this is nuts! Let's go around the corner, at least."