6 Times a Day



He could scarcely believe his eyes as Heather followed his instructions exactly. What made it all the hotter was how visibly upset she was in doing it, but it was as if she was unable to stop herself.

He thought, Who would believe it? I can't really believe it myself, that the school's bombshell head cheerleader and her equally smokin' best friend are sharing my cock and following my every command! And to think what I just came from at home!

Actually, generally speaking, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for what's been happening at home. Dealing with all those hotties gives me the confidence to handle Heather. I CAN just walk away if she annoys me, and she knows it. That's what gives me my edge.

Simone began taking Alan so deep with each pass that Heather didn't have any cock to work with. No doubt, this was a deliberate dig. Simone clearly had some resentment issues with Heather that she needed to work out.

But right now Alan was the beneficiary. Simone was clearly giving the blowjob her all in an effort to outdo Heather. She was focusing most of her attention on Alan's frenulum, the super sensitive spot just below the cockhead, knowing that would get the most results. She also kept a hand on her clit to drive her arousal level through the roof, and her other hand stroked the base of his shaft.

Since Heather was completely locked out, she focused on fondling and sucking his balls instead. This deeply shamed her. I can't believe I'm fuckin' sucking his balls! ME! I'm the goddamned Homecoming Queen! Or at least I will be. That fuckin' skank Donna thinks she's so great. Ha! Alan should be sucking my toes! I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind just as soon as... well, later. For one thing, I've gotta show Simone that she can't compete with me... If only I could have some of the tasty cock, I'd show her for sure! Grrr!

I hope he appreciates what I'm doing here. It's not easy to cram all of one of these damn balls in my mouth and treat it gently. I could so easily pretend not to know what I'm doing and get too rough, ruining Simone's efforts. Both of them would fully deserve it, too! But acting like that isn't gonna get my ass fucked. Besides, I find this strangely appealing. Well, since I've got nothing better to do anyway...

Alan smiled as familiar pleasurable sensations flowed out of his groin. "Now that I'm feeling comfy, let's talk. Heather, you will wear your Bitch Trainer the entire school day, except for cheerleading class. I assume you can't really do your cheerleading exercises and jump all over the place while wearing a great big Bitch Trainer up your butt, or I'd have you wear it then, too. Simone will have to quickly take it out between fifth and sixth periods. Simone, do you think you could find the time to do that before your own P. E. class?"

Simone stopped cocksucking long enough to say, "Yes. Plus you know we have time to change into our gym clothes at the start of P. E., so we could use that time, too."

Once she was done talking, she went back to cocksucking with a will. She was very nearly deep throating him as she stuffed a great deal of his erection in her mouth, but she didn't know how to get past her gag reflex. She choked and gagged as she struggled to get past it, until she finally decided it wasn't worth the struggle.

Alan found himself strangely aroused by Simone's gagging sounds. He knew that wasn't PC, but it was hard not to get excited by the fact that she was trying so hard.

If anything, Heather was even more aroused by those same gagging sounds. That should be ME choking on his fat cock! Some best friend you are, SLUT! Just wait until I get my chance: I won't stop until my nose is getting tickled by his little patch of pubic hair! Then you'll see what Morgan willpower can do!

Alan waited a minute or so until Simone seemed to simmer down and go back to straight bobbing. Then he continued as if there hadn't been an obscene, loud gag-fest at all. "Good. Heather, YOU are not to take your Bitch Trainers out for any reason. But if some emergency forces you to take it out, go to Simone and have her do the unloading. Is that clear?"

Heather had been working on sucking his other ball, but she disengaged to say, "Yes. Sir." She spoke in a resigned voice, as if responding to a teacher who'd just given her a long homework assignment. She felt bummed out, knowing that he was greatly increasing his hold over her with this new regimen, but her body wanted it too much for her to put up a protest. Suddenly, she could barely muster up the energy to properly lick his balls, much less suck on them.

Alan detected Heather's reluctance. He grabbed her chin in a demanding grip and jerked her face up to look at him, even as Simone kept on with her rhythmic sucking. "I hope you mean that, because I'm quite serious. Simone has to change you even in emergencies because you are not allowed to see or touch your Bitch Trainers. You may be allowed to, one day, eventually, but that's a privilege you'll have to earn. I know you're going to get curious to see what goes in you, but consider it a test."

He disdainfully let go of her chin and leaned back. "It's a test I know you will fail, because your willpower is weak. But keep in mind we'll always know what you've done, and punish you accordingly."

"I will not fail!" Heather protested. "You're so wrong. You think you know me, but you don't. Sir." She then dropped her head back into his crotch and resumed licking his balls with new enthusiasm, as if to prove her sincerity.

He chuckled inwardly. This reverse psychology stuff works like a charm on her. She's so smart in most ways, but she falls for that one every time.

He winced from a surge of arousal, thanks to the combined oral efforts of the two girls. Steeling himself to speak, he said menacingly, "We'll see. If you screw up on this, or any other matter, you will be punished. I guarantee you that. The punishment may not happen immediately, but it WILL happen. Punishment can take any form. If you refuse punishment even once..."

He paused, not for dramatic effect, but because he needed to recover his breath. Simone and Heather were trying to outdo each other, and he was the winner.

Finally, he continued, "If you refuse, that's it. My attempt to help you will come to a complete and very final halt. This may seem like a power game to you at times, but I assure you that's not what it's about at all."

He ran a hand through the hair on Heather's head, which was moving to a rhythmic licking and bobbing, just like Simone's. "This is about making you a better person, so if you cheat, you only cheat yourself. I know I sound like some kind of parent or teacher speaking a tired cliché when I say that, but it's completely true just the same."

Meanwhile, Simone was thinking, This is great! I've never been all that big on cocksucking, but doing it while Alan totally puts Heather in her place is brilliant! I could suck like this all day. Too bad school's starting soon.

Alan unexpectedly reached forward with his other hand and caressed Heather's cheek and jaw line.

Heather was so surprised that she let the ball she'd been sucking on fall from her mouth and looked up into Alan's eyes as his fingertips tenderly brushed over her lips.I think you should take a look at

"But on the other hand," he continued softly, "if you behave well, you may be rewarded. It's the classic carrot and stick method. Simple but effective."

Simone said, "Or classic big dick and giant dildo, as the case may be." She couldn't resist making the joke, even though it meant she'd have to swallow his cockhead again, which was no easy task. She smirked, and then went back to her enthusiastic but gentle cocksucking. She'd given up on making deep passes for the moment, after her gagging fiasco, and was focusing on licking around and under the cockhead. She liked looking into Alan's eyes as she sucked.

That was something he enjoyed since she was nearly the only one of his lovers to do that. Susan, for instance, almost never looked him in the eyes while cocksucking. To her, it was a very serious business that demanded her total concentration. Suzanne often kept her eyes closed or watched what the tip of her long tongue was doing.

"Indeed," Alan seriously replied to Simone's jokey comment. "Rewards can take various forms, and will be solely up to me. But if you make a request, I might choose to reward you by granting that request."

He paused, grimacing with pleasure at the double assault on his privates. Damn, that feels so good! He looked down at the blonde of Heather's hair and the dark brown of Simone's skin. It's like... racial harmony across my cock. He chuckled to himself. That is one sweet sight!

After a long pause, he remembered where he'd left off. "For instance, maybe you don't like calling me 'sir'. You could earn the right not to use that word if you do well. Is that all understood?"

"Yes, Sir," Heather replied. Then she stuffed one of Alan's balls back into her mouth and pulled on it a bit.

Simone smirked and might have said something else, but she was content to keep her mouth full of Alan's cock for the moment. However, hearing his increasingly labored breathing, she forced herself to go slower on sliding her lips up and down so he could keep talking.

"Good," Alan replied to Heather. "Now, here's a key point. We've said that I own your ass, and that's certainly true in some respects, and I'm going to keep on acting like I own it. But it would be more accurate to say that you're only loaning it to me. Ugh! ... Not so much teeth, please."

He was referring to something Simone just did, so she readjusted her technique.

Truthfully, she wasn't that experienced at cocksucking, which helped explain how Alan could still talk at all. She was used to doing a little just to get her partner primed for a good fuck, and she wasn't experienced at focusing 100 percent on a prolonged blowjob like this. But the way Alan was treating Heather continued to thrill her, and that inspired her to do her very best with his cock.

He continued to explain to Heather, "Ultimately, someday, we're going to go our separate ways and I'm going to find new asses to plow while you'll still be stuck with the one you've been born with. So YOU are ultimately responsible for your ass and what gets done to it. Don't go blaming your ass for what happens as if it has a mind of its ... oh! ... own, and don't you dare say you're a hostage to your slutty libido, no matter how true that might be... Good. More tongue... You have to take responsibility for your actions, not to mention learn some self-control. These are some of the things I'm trying to show you."

Heather expressed her understanding by looking up into his eyes and nodding, while gently and delightfully tugging on one of his balls with her teeth.

Alan groaned with delight, but quickly controlled himself and kept talking. "Now, it is true, that as at least the temporary owner of your ass, not to mention the rest of your body, I'm going to want to take advantage of you from time to time."

Heather interrupted and asked him in a voice half mocking and half lusty, "I suppose you think that's your due for doing this? You're going to fuck me without asking like I'm some kind of 'spoils of war'? Sir?"

Again, she spoke the "sir" with particular contempt, though her air of superiority was greatly undercut by the fact that she was sharing the task of sucking him off. Even as she said it, she couldn't stop licking around the base of his shaft.

"Yes," Alan replied confidently. "I do, and I will. Call it spoils of conquest, if you will. But I'd fuck you whenever the mood strikes me even if I wasn't doing this."

Heather found that answer so arousing that she couldn't help but moan. She could scarcely believe how recently she'd dismissed him as a mere nerd. But at the same time she genuinely looked and felt irate at his swaggering attitude.

He saw her conflict, and goaded her, "Look at you now. Are you not my personal whore? Or I should say, merely one of my personal whores."

Heather would have said something nasty in response except that his cutting words turned her on even more, and she expressed herself by throwing herself into sucking his scrotum even more than before.

Simone snickered again. She couldn't help but pile on, and said, "Gee, Heather, you're not going to take that lying down, are you? ... Oh wait! You are. Lying face down with your legs spread. Hee-hee!" Then she moaned and took Alan's erection even deeper into her mouth, until she gagged a little. That forced her to back off some.

Heather looked from her position at the base of Alan's shaft, up to Simone completely engulfing Alan's cockhead and then some, and gave her best friend a murderous glare.

Both of them were too busy licking and sucking to verbally argue with each other, though. They were women in heat, completely lost to their lust. Neither of them had ever imagined that giving a blowjob could feel so good. It helped that both of them were fingering their own pussies at the same time.

Alan just smiled at Simone's growing bravery and continued his speech to Heather. "You know about the S-Club by now, and I may have anyone who takes part in that fuck you, or have anyone else fuck you, for that matter, if it pleases me. If you agree to this program, your body becomes mine to use, abuse, or share in any way I wish, any time I wish, 24/7. I'll grudgingly admit your body is pretty damn hot, and if I want to enjoy it, I will." He reached out to stroke her hair and fondle her shivering breasts to help make his point.