Good lovin' Gone Bad: Part 3

Chapter 7

As soon as Heather got into Alan's car and closed the door, he muttered, "You're insane! Are you trying to get me killed?"

"That was so much fun," she said happily, maintaining a poker face while speaking in a low voice.

Rock watched them as he walked to his car, but then finally turned away.

Heather looked at Alan with concern for the first time. "How are you handling this? Can you deal?"

Alan was determined not to be outdone by Heather. "Yeah, I'm good. I can deal. I can roll with the punches." He had no idea what he was agreeing to.

"Good. That's what Kim told me. I didn't entirely believe her, but I'm glad I decided to find out for myself. I haven't had this much fun in years! Sex with a nerd. Ha! Now take me home and fuck me already."

He couldn't believe his ears. He had a hard time just managing to breathe. It took a moment before he could manage to gasp out, "What?!"

"You heard me," she replied calmly, greatly amused at his obvious panic. Actually, she was a bit surprised at her words as well. She hadn't intended to have sex with him when she'd started teasing him back in the ice cream parlor, but events had their own momentum. Now she was hot to trot and ready for a good fucking. "Can you deal, or what?"

"Yeah ... I ... can deal."

"Then let's go! My parents are still at work, but we don't have much time. I hope you can drive with my hand on your cock." She unzipped his fly again even before Rock was completely out of sight.

Alan had been in a lot of strange situations in recent weeks, but he considered this to be the most astounding yet. He thought, Holy fuck! At the beach she was talking to Simone like I was some kind of low-life scum. Now she wants to have sex with me?! And she somehow expects me to drive with her hand on my prick?! There's no way! No friggin' way!

But somehow he managed not to crash. He made no attempt to talk, devoting all his attention to his driving.

It wasn't easy to concentrate, though. Heather kept her fingers running up and down his shaft the entire time. Actually she was being very careful, using only limited, light touching, because she didn't want to get in an accident or have him shoot off in the car. However, it sure didn't feel that way to him. The mere fact that she was touching his dick while he was driving, or that she was touching it at all for that matter, was so exciting that he had a constant struggle not to cum.

She didn't try to talk to him much except to tell him when to turn. She found herself getting extremely aroused, even panting heavily with desire.

Somehow, despite all the distractions, he managed to think things over. She said Kim told her I can roll with the punches, and that's true. I can! I honestly don't think this is a prank. If it is, she's the best actress ever, because that look of lust in her eyes can't be faked. If this is for real, I've gotta rise to the occasion. Nerd gets to fuck head cheerleader? How can I not? I'd be letting down all of nerd-dom!

Thank God I have Aunt Suzy on my side. The training she gave me last night so I won't be intimidated by Brenda could work equally well for Heather right now. Why the hell not? In fact, this can be kind of an advanced test to get me even more prepared for Brenda. The key thing is to get in the mode where I feel like I'm an actor in a play. I can't get hurt because nothing is real. It's all kind of a big joke, or a dream. I did it successfully early today role-playing with Glory, so I'll just do it again. I can do this!

Heather didn't notice it, but Alan's attitude and even his demeanor changed, due to his new resolve. Even his heavy breathing eased up considerably, because he wasn't feeling so panicky. His urge to cum was reduced as well.

As they got closer, she started to speak: "So ... I hear that you've turned into quite the lady killer."

"What?! Where'd you hear that?"

"From the same source who told me that you're packing serious heat. And she was certainly right about that. Mmmm!" She ran her fingers lavishly up and down his shaft, making sure that he knew exactly what she was referring to.

Her increasingly aggressive and effective stroking style worried him. Oh man, I'm gonna die! We're gonna crash into a tree with Heather jacking me off! At least now we're off the busy streets. If a cop saw me, he'd arrest me for reckless driving for sure; I'm all over the road!

He looked down at her sliding hand and said, "Um, can you kinda take it easy there?"

Instead, Heather stroked him at an even faster pace. "This same little bird told me that you've got incredible stamina. If that's true, this should be no problem for you, right?"

Although he knew he was being stupid, he couldn't help but take that bait - he had to prove to her that the things she'd heard about his sexual prowess were true. He grimaced and kept working his PC muscle in a determined effort to delay his climax. I can do it! Aunt Suzy's training. Actor in a play! Nerd power! I can't let Heather get the best of me!

That helped just enough so he didn't feel like he was about to spurt his load at any second.

With that crisis passing, some part of his mind wondered who this "little bird" was. Then he remembered that she'd mentioned Kim's name earlier. Dammit! Damn you, Kim! But then again, I'm not exactly suffering here. And I'm the one to blame, since I didn't think to warn her to keep quiet. I just assumed that went without saying.

When he arrived at Heather's house, after he managed to park safely, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief. We made it! Nobody killed! No car damage! Good God, never again. Never. My heart can't take it!

But now that the danger of an accident had passed, Heather started stroking him even more intently. She used both hands and upped the ante even more, pulling his balls out of his shorts so she could fondle them as well. She was having fun tormenting him sexually while testing Kim's claim about his stamina.

"What's the matter?" she teased. "Cat got your tongue? Something on your mind, perhaps? Something ... distracting you?" She laughed at his discomfort.

"God, stop! Please! I can't take it!"

"What? Are you having second thoughts about fucking me? Don't wanna fuck the head cheerleader?" Her hands flew up and down his shaft as she milked him for all she was worth.

"Arrgh!" He closed his eyes tightly and struggled mightily not to cum. His whole body tensed up as he struggled. He knew he couldn't last for long.

Suddenly, Heather laughed, stopped her stroking and removed her hands. "Well, I'll be damned. Score another point for Kim. She said you had the most amazing control, and you do. How is it you haven't cum already? If you were my boyfriend Rock you would have lost it about the first minute I touched you back in the Baskin-Robbins."

Alan groaned again at being reminded that the girl he was with was cheating on the hulky, dangerous quarterback. He was in no condition to explain his self-control techniques, because he was still clenching tightly, doing all he could not to cum. Even though Heather had stopped touching him, it was all he could do not to lose control. He felt like he was on the verge of hyperventilating and had to fight just to breathe.

He could sense a kind of cruelty in her, and he knew he'd just been very lucky. If she'd stroked him only a little bit longer, he would have lost it for sure and made a mess cumming in the car. He probably would have had to block his cum with his hands, leaving her laughing at him. Instead, he had impressed her immensely.

Heather abruptly opened the door on her side of the car and started to get out. "Come on! Are you just going to sit there? We have some hard-core fucking to do! Let's go!"

Even though he was aware that having sex with Heather was not prudent, he was a horny eighteen-year-old boy whose dick was doing all the thinking. His desire to fuck was so great that he couldn't restrain himself. He zipped up, got out of the car, and managed to make his way to her front door. He wanted to run into her house, but even though she pulled him along to hurry him up, his 'run' was more of a waddle - he moved like someone who'd just been kicked in the nuts.

He worried briefly that some of Heather's family might be home, since it seemed that she loved to live dangerously. Mercifully, he was relieved to find that the house really had been empty.

Heather pulled Alan up the stairs by his hand and they burst into her room. She immediately started removing her clothes. He saw that her blue jeans were so tight that it was quite a wiggly struggle for her to get them off.

Alan was happy for the delay. Not only was it a sexy sight to watch her remove her jeans, especially since she'd pulled her top up to her shoulders first, but it gave him a minute or two to calm down after the whirlwind of events that had led him here. The sight of her big, well-tanned breasts bouncing around didn't exactly cool his ardor, but the lack of any direct tactile stimulation provided some immediate relief for his dick.

As Heather continued to somehow peel herself out of her blue jeans, he noted with surprise that she had no panties to take off, which meant that she must have gone without any for the whole afternoon at the very least. That observation made it even harder for him to calm down.

He decided it would be better to look elsewhere to reduce the visual (and mental) stimulation, if he was going to have any hope of living up to Kim's hype. He looked around and was surprised to see how girly and frilly Heather's room was. He guessed that she hadn't changed it much since she was a lot younger.

He thought, Okay, a chance to take a breather. Let's review. This is a pretty scary situation. Somehow, I feel that Heather is just like a shark: if I show any sign of fear or weakness, she'll eat me alive. But why should I be afraid? I'm not the nerdy, virginal kid she thinks I am. I'm having sexy fun with Mom, Aunt Suzy, Sis, Glory, Kim, AND Akami! And now it looks like something with friggin' Brenda could happen!

In fact, speaking of Brenda, I need to remember the training Aunt Suzy was giving me last night. She said that instead of acting like it would be an honor for me to be with Brenda, I've gotta act like it would be an honor for Brenda to be with me! The same goes for Heather. I've gotta take the upper hand and never let go. No fawning! Cocky and confident instead. Play hard to get and make her want to try to impress me.

Man, I can totally do this. Compared to some of my other lovers, Heather isn't so great. Oh yeah, and role-play. I'm just an actor in a play!

Heather could tell that he was so busy thinking that he was ignoring her, and she didn't like being ignored. So even though she'd just taken her top off, she put it on again, but kept it rolled up to just under her armpits. This allowed for a whole lot of bouncy breast action that she figured was sure to catch his eye.

She was right. His strategic thinking melted away and he stared with infantile glee. He really was a tit man through and through, but the rest of her body was just as impressive.

She was well aware that if a guy had already cum once, he generally lasted much longer the second or third time. She also knew that Alan had suffered greatly from all the teasing in the store and the car and was now liable to shoot very quickly. So she had him sit on her bed, then knelt in front of him, pulled his pants and boxer shorts down, and resumed jacking him off.

As she started to stroke him, she said in a sultry voice, "So, did you ever think you'd be in my room with my hand around your cock, about to fuck the mighty Heather Morgan? Have you dreamed of fucking me? Have you masturbated just dreaming about it?"

He was about to answer each of her questions honestly. He had in fact masturbated many times while thinking about her. He found it a bit odd that she called herself "the mighty Heather Morgan". Then at the last moment he remembered how she mocked guys at the beach who were too worshipful and fawning, and that reminded him of his strategic thoughts.

After all the excitement in the car ride, he knew that he was right on the verge of cumming and no amount of fighting it would delay things for long. So he closed his eyes and simply ignored her question. He figured she'd see his "just about to cum" face and excuse him for not answering.

Sure enough, less than a minute after Heather resumed stroking him, he felt his balls tighten, causing him to yell "Cumming!"

Heather got off at seeing just how far she could get her male lovers to shoot, and to see who could shoot the farthest. So she held his shaft at a forty-five degree angle to maximize the trajectory of his spurting.

They both watched his cum fly high into the air, sailing in a great arc and landing on the carpet about four feet away.

He thought to himself that she'd regret wasting it like that if she only knew how good it tasted, but he was too insecure to tell her that. Instead, he fell back on the bed in emotional and physical disarray.

In contrast, Heather was hopping about with energy, unusually chirpy and happy. Kim's comments about the poor quality of Heather's "caveman" lovers had been closer to the mark than Kim had realized. Thus Heather was unusually excited to try someone new and different.

As she waited through Alan's refractory period, until his penis could rebound, she went back to the questions that he had answered with only a vague "Uh huh." She was so vain that she wanted more adulation than just those few words. She prodded, "Alan, you were saying about how you've wanted me forever?"

Alan, though, remembered again how she'd treated him at the beach, and that she had no respect for guys who fawned over her too much. He also trusted his instinct and his recent training with Suzanne, both of which suggested that he should feign indifference. So he replied, cleverly yet fairly honestly, "Sure, you're beautiful. Very beautiful. But to be honest, you're not exactly my type. I've kind of always pined mostly for Christine."

He didn't realize it, but that was about the most effective thing he could have possibly said. Christine was Heather's second biggest rival (behind another girl named Donna), so that fired her competitive instincts.

Even though Simone had recently told her about Alan's crush on Christine, she pretended not to know about it so she could vent her frustration. "Christine? You're joking, right? What do you see in her? Sure, she may have boobs. Okay, very big boobs. And I'll admit she's got a nice face and probably a halfway decent bod, what with all the sports she does. But her personality! Gaawwwd! Give me a break! Is she trying to win the 'Miss Goody Two Shoes' award or something? She makes me gag. Jesus! What a prude. And what a demanding bitch, too! She's so high maintenance. A virgin bitch. What a sorry combination. Whatever do you see in her?"

He thought that that wasn't the moment to point out that Heather was the pot calling the kettle black when it came to bitchiness. He figured he was pushing his luck already by not praising Heather to high heaven, so he answered half-jokingly, "I guess it must be the boobs."

Chapter 8

Heather groaned. "Gaawwwd! Men! So predictable. But enough talking. Are we gonna fuck or what?" She finally pulled her top all the way off.

Alan felt like responding with a sarcastic comment about how wonderfully romantic Heather was making this event. Instead he held his tongue. His dick was reviving quickly, helped along by the sight of her standing in front of him completely naked. In truth, he was as eager to fuck as she was, so instead of talking anymore he pulled her onto the bed and promptly rolled on top of her.

The two of them were so worked up that there was no need for more foreplay.

But before Alan got started, he took some time to psych himself up. Okay, we need a plan here. Heather has high expectations, thanks to Kim's loose lips, and I know that if I don't rock Heather's world she's going to be merciless. So I'm gonna rock her world!

The fact is, I have the element of surprise here. I know she thinks of me as a mere nerd who can't possibly live up to the hype. I'll bet most guys are like Sean, with their brains turning to mush when they're even near her. She must be bored to **** with that. But I have the secret advantage: my home life! Sure, it thrills me to have her, but I can control myself. I'm gonna use all my stamina tricks and totally blow her mind about how well I can fuck!

Heather was getting impatient. "Hey, what's the holdup here? Are you getting cold feet? Or a cold dick?"

He seemed to come out of a trance, instead looking at her with renewed determination. "Not at all!" He immediately pushed his hardness into her.

Her eyes went wide. Oh! ... Jeeeeeeesus, that's big! His thickness seemed to fit her just right. She felt a sexual thrill she hadn't had for quite a while.

They got down to some intense and very physical fucking.

She was taken by surprise. Oh ... GOD! ... Whoa, he's ... UGH! ... Oh, wow!

As he continued to drill her tight pussy, she thought, Ha! This is pretty great. Stealing Kim's boyfriend has got to be one of my smartest moves in a while. And she says she doesn't even want him as a boyfriend, so hopefully she won't get pissed off. Not that I care much in any case. But still, I've gotta give her kudos: this guy knows how to fuck!

She stopped thinking so intently and just luxuriated in the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body.

After some time, she realized that she'd been feeling such joy simply being fucked that she'd been forgetting to fuck back. She finally started thrusting back and churning her hips, further arousing them both.

Alan's confidence grew as they continued. A part of him worried that he'd get too excited and cum too soon. But the fact that he'd just climaxed before they started made all the difference. Then he thought to himself, Why would I feel intimidated at all by Heather? Gotta remember Aunt Suzy's training. Heather's not so great. She can't hold a candle to Mom or Aunt Suzy in my book. And I get more excited being with Glory, or Sis, or Aims. Heather doesn't have any special hold on me. I'm gonna fuck her just as I please, and for as long as I damn want! She should feel lucky to be with me!

That attitude took some of the pressure off, which helped him relax. That in turn helped ensure he wouldn't cum too soon.

She could sense that his attitude towards her had just become more cavalier. It both intrigued and aroused her.

After some minutes of steady fucking in the missionary position, Alan rolled them vertically to their feet, pivoted, pinned Heather to the wall and resumed slamming his hips against her. She froze momentarily, then squealed. Boys had pinned her down, picked her up, and sometimes manhandled her when changing positions in bed, but none had ever done all three together - it was thrilling somehow. Heather didn't quite realize it, but this was the first time she wasn't emotionally dominant during sex with a male.

Alan kept pounding. Heather had trouble thrusting back at him due to insufficient traction, then realized that she didn't want to given the combined sheer excitement of a novel sex position, of being helpless, and of the wonderful feeling from having much of her weight forcing Alan's sliding cock against her G-spot.

Heather's normal sex vocalisms took a few minutes to kick in as she reveled in all the new sensations. Then she challenged Alan to show dominance. "Bang me, Alan, bang me! Show me how good you are at fucking! Show me you're a man, a real man!"

Alan, though, was discovering that he had a 'bad side'. After the initial euphoria and nervousness of fucking her wore off, he remembered how she'd belittled him at the beach, mocking his presumed virginity to Simone. That drove him to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before, to prove her wrong about his sexual skills. But it also fueled an anger in him that came out in what should have been light-hearted verbal teasing.

"Oh, I'm a man all right, and I'm gonna show you all about fucking," he said in a menacing, low voice. "You're gonna be sorry you're such a fucking cocktease, because I'm gonna fuck you silly."

She was pleasantly surprised at his spirit, and fired right back, "I AM such a tease! I just love to watch guys suffer. But are you man enough to put me in my place and give me the fucking I deserve?"

"You'd better believe it, you little hussy!" He noted that her whole body reacted to the word "hussy" as if a bolt of electricity had shot through her.

She didn't respond with words, but her ecstatic groaning showed that she loved both his talk and his fucking.

"So you like that, eh?" he asked as he continued to drill her into the wall. "You like to be called a hussy? A slut? Is that what you are, a slut?"

"Oh yes!" she moaned as she trembled and swayed with his thrusts as he continued to pound her into the wall. "I'm a slut! Call me a slut!" Nobody had ever dared to call Heather a slut, at least to her face, though she knew that a lot of people, especially girls, said it behind her back.

"I think I will, you fucking cocktease tramp son-of-a-bitch bimbo trash slut tit whore cunt fuck!" His stream-of-consciousness rant didn't exactly make sense, but then neither did the idea of punishing a cocktease by fucking her.

Every word he said hit her body like a punch. She'd been called names like "slut" at the height of passion before, but this felt different. He was speaking like he absolutely meant it and even hated her for it. Somehow it excited her terribly; her arms and hands became limp while her thighs came up a bit, her feet curled and trembled, and she sagged even more helplessly while moaning uncontrollably. She thought, I can't move, can't even writhe, can't, can't ... ANYTHING! No guy has EVER treated me like this, has ever made me feel like this, has ever ... UNGH! HRRRNG!

In a lucid second, she realized that, although most of her male sex partners were big, strapping, football players, they'd all been too intimidated by her personality and social status to pick her up and fuck her like a rag doll, whereas this "nerd" felt no such restraint.

She would have been a lot less impressed if she'd known how badly Alan was suffering from supporting her weight. He prayed that it was worth it because he very much wanted to impress her and make her eat her words about what a "pathetic virgin" she'd assumed him to be. He prayed even more fervently that she'd want to do something different to provide a reason for him to stop holding her up that wouldn't cause him to lose face.

Just when Alan thought he couldn't hold her aloft any longer, her moans rose to a scream, she bucked twice and slumped sideways in sudden silence. Alan gratefully lowered her to the floor, stood back and stretched while pressing his hands against his aching kidneys.

He stood back, taking some long moments to recover from his great exertion. He made a mental note to avoid having sex while holding up a partner again, at least until he was in much better shape.

Alan was far from done; his cock was still jutting out proudly. He thought, Hot damn! I did it! I can do this! I AM gonna rock her world. Nerd power! He chuckled out loud at that last thought. To his surprise, he was feeling relaxed enough to have fun with the situation, despite his continued desire to impress her (while trying not to let on that that was his goal).

As soon as he had recovered, more or less, he grabbed her hair and growled, "What do you think you're doing, bitch? I'm not done with you yet!" He tossed her roughly towards the bed. He'd forgotten in his initial fervor to put on a condom, but now he took advantage of their change in positions to fish one out of his wallet and slip it on.

Heather's eyes regained focus and her muscle tone returned. She climbed up the bed, scrambling along it until she was sitting against the headboard. She spread her legs wide and made a come-hither gesture. "Alan, I thought you were just another wimpy loser, but you ARE a man! Come here and give me the rest of my punishment."

"Oh, I will, bitch. I will," he said as he crawled across the bed towards her like a lion moving in for the kill. He positioned his cock right at the entry to her cunt. "Maybe another fucking is too good for you. Maybe it would be better if I don't fuck you any further."

He rubbed his cockhead teasingly all around her entrance, even penetrating her part way before pulling it back out. The truth was, even given Suzanne's recent useful advice, he would never have acted like that except for his pent-up anger at her. He was upset at being ignored by her for years, followed by her recent belittlement of him at the White Sands Beach. Additionally, he was extremely upset at her recklessness in front of Rock, which could have gotten him killed. He lusted after her but he truly hated her too, so her comments like "wimpy loser" only threw more fuel on the fire.

Then there was the matter of his mother. He found himself almost completely incapable of being aggressive and going further with her, despite his incredible longing to do so. But now here he was, faced with a woman who not only wanted him to be aggressive but clearly got off on it. He could blow off some of his frustration towards his mother by acting it out with Heather.

Heather was overwhelmed by his hateful passion. She couldn't take his teasing and the way he put his prod everywhere except in her slit. "No! Don't deny me! Fuck me now!" She reached forward, grabbed his ass with both hands and impaled herself on his cock all the way to the hilt.

"Hey, who said you could do that?" he cried angrily, but he began to pump her just the same. "Maybe I should really punish you. What if I tell your boyfriend what a fucking cunt you really are?"

"No!" she cried desperately. "I'll do anything! Anything you want!"

"You already are, you cunt hole!"

They kept at it for a long time, fucking and bantering angrily at the same time. He called her every name he could think of, but the more he insulted her, the more she seemed to get off on it.

Alan lasted quite a long time. The fact that he was wearing a condom dulled the sensations somewhat, allowing him to hold out even longer. He tried a number of positions, figuring that this might be the only chance he'd ever get to fuck Heather, so he should make the most of it. He kept ramming into her so hard and fast that he worried that he'd become exhausted before he shot his load.

Heather was quite good at fucking back. At first she'd been overawed by the **** of his attack and his passionate insults, but when she recovered she began working her hips like a butter churn. She had a great sense of timing, so together they built up an unstoppable rhythm.

Eventually he sat up while she remained lying down. Her legs wrapped around his neck while he raised himself over her and drove repeatedly down into her. That angle allowed him to spear deeper into her pussy than he could in other positions.

She thought, Christ! This nerd can FUCK! He's in me so deep! God, it feels GREAT! EVERYTHING he's doing feels great! What the hell is happening to me?

His new position soon resulted in her erupting in a long rippling orgasm. With her whole body shaking and writhing, her spasming cunt clenched him in unexpected ways, taking him over the edge.

He exploded into her with a great wordless shout. He continued to ram her over and over while he was spurting. Even after he'd shot his entire load, he was still able to keep going for a minute or so - it felt so good that he didn't want it to ever end.

But reality eventually caught up with him. His dick started to wilt along with his endurance.

They both collapsed, utterly exhausted and dripping with sweat.

Chapter 9

They lazed around on her bed and chatted while they waited for him to get hard again. Their mood was different, without any meanness or name-calling. In fact, they talked mostly about innocuous things, such as the decor of her room.

Alan's anger and frustration gradually dissipated, restoring him to his usual mild-mannered self, somewhat like the transformation between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. However, Suzanne's recent advice came to mind again and he was careful not to be fawning or even complimentary, instead projecting a hard-to-get attitude. Even when she went fishing for a compliment about what a great fuck she was, he didn't say much.

That intrigued and challenged her. She was already thinking about what she could do differently next time to really impress him.

As he lay there next to her, he suddenly realized how much time had passed and asked, "Aren't you going to be late for the matinee with your boyfriend? It must have started already."

"Oh that? Who cares?" she answered blithely. "This is so much more fun. I'll make up some excuse about missing him. He's dumb as a brick, so it doesn't matter what I say."

However, Alan tensed up. "But what if he comes here to look for you? Isn't that pretty likely? And then he'll find me in your bed!"

"Could be," she said, seemingly more delighted at the idea than worried about it. "But you should be even more worried about my dad. If you think Rock could beat you up, you should see him. He's a huge former Marine!"

"Thanks for the news," Alan said ruefully. His pulse quickened with fear.

As if happy about his potential misfortune, she added, "Yeah, and it's getting near five so my parents should be back any time now."

"Shit!" he bolted out of bed. "Now I've really got to go!"

"Reeeeelllaaaaaxxxx..." She grabbed him and pulled him back down on the bed. She was in the driver's seat now and wanted to have more fun with him. "That's what the back exit through the window is for. Just walk onto the roof, climb down the tree, and you're gone. Believe me, lots of guys have found it very useful. But now, let's do it again!"

The mention of "lots of guys" reminded him of Glory's warning that Heather was probably a cauldron of STDs. Rather timidly, he asked, "Hey, uh, do you have any, you know, diseases?"

She laughed. "You ask me now, after we fuck? No. I'm incredibly charmed in all things sexual. I swear to God. So let's get it on. Of course I'm on the pill. But if you insist on wearing a condom, I don't care."

"Okay. I'll get another one."

That surprised Heather. She'd actually thought they were all done, so had already stood up and put her top back on. She'd been speaking in general but was delighted that he was talking about getting it on again immediately. "What? You're really ready for another round?"

He answered honestly, "I think so. I mean, I've only cum twice. Most days, I cum about six times. Sometimes more."

She was stunned. Holy shit! Kim, I could kiss you for finding this jewel in the rough! If my supposedly studly boyfriend Rock cums twice in one evening, that's a big deal - I'm supposed to break out the balloons and party hats. Most of my other male lovers have been no better. No wonder I've started to play around with women more and more. Maybe I've been barking up the wrong tree by sleeping mostly with hunky football players. Maybe brains do matter.

God, what if it turns out that nerds are all well-hung studs and the jocks have the tiny dicks?! What a nightmare world that would be!

She finally just responded, "But three times in one hour? Are you sure you can do that?"

"I can't guarantee anything, but I've done it before. I'll tell you what. Maybe, if you could suck on it a little bit, I might revive."

"You want me to give you a blowjob? Ha! Fat chance. That's gross and demeaning. Besides, I don't like the taste of cum." She didn't give the primary reason why she didn't like giving blowjobs: she was selfish and didn't like to do anything sexual that the other person enjoyed more than she did.

He was tempted to boast about the taste of his cum, but was too modest to do so. Instead, he said, "What if we compromise? How about if you give me a titfuck? That should get me started, and then we can switch once I'm fully up."

She frowned. "Hmmm. I'm not exactly crazy about that idea either. But today's your lucky day. Okay, just a little. Consider it a reward for some excellent fucking." She wouldn't have gone for it except that his playing-hard-to-get approach was having an effect on her.

She got some lotion from her dresser and lathered up her cleavage. Then she knelt down in front of him and put his semi-erect penis between her generous jugs.

"Oh maaaaan, I really shouldn't be doing this," he said out loud as she began to massage his dick back to life with her large silicone-enhanced breasts.

He could tell she had implants by their feel, but he didn't care. He figured that her boob job must have been unusually costly, because they really looked and felt so great. It was hard to tell the difference; only his recent extensive experience with a variety of breasts tipped him off.

The two of them continued silently in a nice titfucking rhythm for a couple of minutes.

Then, more to himself than to Heather, he said, "Titfucking is my homework assignment." He was thinking back to his first titfuck with Akami the previous Friday and how she had told him that he needed to practice what he'd learned before his next appointment with her. He was amazed that, just a few days earlier, he hadn't really known anything about how to titfuck, but now he was going at it with Heather as if he'd been doing it for years.

Figuring it was some attempt at a joke, she answered, "Well, then, let's make sure you get an A plus. Fucking stroke your big shaft right between my monsters. Like that! Good. Don't you just love my tits?" She cupped them with her hands to make them stick out even further. She didn't exactly have a modesty problem.

"They're great," he admitted. While it was true he adored all-natural boobs like Susan's and Suzanne's even more, augmented boobs like these were still great fun to play with. But then he remembered he shouldn't praise her too much, so he added, "That is, considering that they're enhanced."

She didn't answer that, since she sensed he wouldn't believe her if she lied about them.

To her surprise, she found herself getting so horny that she said with genuine feeling, "Mmmm. Alan, your dick feels so HOT. You're on fire, making my tits burn up. It's so raging hard and boiling hot!"

He liked that, so he ran with the idea. "Put my fire out by smothering it with your big tits, you sleazy tramp!"

That made her even more excited. "I will! I will! Fuck my tits hard! Cover them with your sticky jizz!"

He pounded up and down her cleavage. She bounced her body up and down as well, so his shaft practically flew through her tight, well-lubed channel.

Heather had rarely deigned to allow any man to titfuck her. Despite her extensive sexual experience, it had mostly been fairly standard missionary-position or doggy-style intercourse with men, or pussy licking and strap-on dildos with women. But, perhaps for the first time, she found herself really loving getting titfucked. She realized that it wasn't just something to do to get a dick hard before intercourse; she was getting off on it so much that she wanted to see it through to the end.

There wasn't much talk this time; both of them had a hard enough time just breathing. She did manage to say, "Keep going! Do it!"

He was very happy to oblige. The fact that her cleavage was so thoroughly lathered up with lotion made the titfuck especially pleasurable. Furthermore, since her tits were extra firm from her boob job, and since they were so large, she made an extremely excellent tunnel for his erection to fuck. When she pressed her boobs together, it very nearly did feel like he was screwing a tight cunt.

When he came, his seed arced toward her head. Both of them screamed for joy.

He was amused at how much landed in her hair and even on the top of her head. To his surprise, she didn't mind, and even seemed to revel in getting sprayed by cum everywhere.

He might have lost his load, but he hadn't lost his attitude. Inspired by the way his cum had fallen all over her face and chest, he resumed his acting. With both of his hands on top of her head, he pushed her face down into her chest.

Initially that alarmed her. She protested, "What are you doing? Don't make me eat that stuff. Cum is disgusting!"

But he would not be dissuaded. He understood that most cum was bitter or sour tasting and that she mistakenly assumed his was like that. He figured that if he was unable to praise his own seed with words, he'd just have to get her to see how good it tasted some other way. So he continued to push her and "****" her to lick up as much of his cum as she could find. "Take it, bitch! Eat it all!"

"No!" she protested, even as she licked up a big gob from the top of her left breast. She didn't like the idea of eating his cum, but she loved the way he was treating her.

"Are you a slut, or what? Sluts live on this stuff! Eat it up! All of it!"

"Never!" But she still ate more. In fact the more he prodded her with rude words, the more eagerly she went after every last drop.

She loved the treatment so much that it took some moments before she began to realize that she was enjoying the taste of his cum as well.

When it was all over and she'd cleaned up all the cum except the gobs that had landed in her hair, she had to admit, "Alan, I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but I actually like the taste of your spunk. You have to understand that normally I HATE cum. It gets everywhere. It's disgusting and gooey. And the taste. Yuck! That's the worst. But this is completely different. It's like ... dessert. Seriously! Some women - their juices I can tolerate. Barely. But this ... I want more!"

He finally let his modesty slip a bit. He was bursting with pride that Heather had been proven wrong about his sexual skills. He was particularly miffed at her comments at the beach about him being a virgin, so he said, "That's what a lot of women say."

"A LOT of women? Alan, just a couple of days ago I thought you were a completely hopeless virgin nerd. If you'd kissed a girl before, you could have fooled me. You're telling me you've been with a number of women? Who?!"

He realized he could use her slip-up to his advantage. In particular, he thought about how Suzanne had told him that she'd convinced Brenda that he had many other lovers, without actually giving any specifics. So he 'confirmed' that he had many other lovers with the vague comment, "Sorry, I don't kiss and tell. I've probably said too much already."

"Kim did say you were discreet. Chalk up another point for her, and for you! I love it. We really have to do this again soon. I never would have figured. Where the hell did a nerd like you learn to fuck like that?"

"Hey, I don't appreciate being called a nerd all the time. For one thing, if I'm such a nerd, then why would Miss Social Princess here be fucking me in the first place?"

"Good point. Okay, I'll admit you're not a typical nerd. And you're certainly a lot better looking and more muscular than the typical nerd, I guess 'cos you play sports. But you hang out with dweeby guys and get good grades, so that makes you a nerd."

"That still begs the question. Why did you shanghai me today, if I'm such a dweeb? And what's with all this stuff about Kim?"

"Okay, you're not a dweeb, exactly. Happy? I'm just pointing out that you should find a better crowd. It would look bad for me to be seen with you at school. The reason why you're here is because of Kim. She seems to think you're the best fucker on Earth. Earlier today at school she was raving and carrying on and on about you. She said you don't just do wham-bam five-minute lovemaking, but really take your time and pleasure the woman."

She continued, "I figured if you can get someone who's a lesbian that excited, I had to try you out for myself. If I hadn't lucked into you at the ice cream store, you would have heard from me soon enough, one way or another."

"Huh. So you'll fuck a nerd based on some gossip?"

"Not exactly. I have to admit, there was something about you that intrigued me the one time we met. Oh, and then there's that big bulge you were showing off there at the beach." She patted his groin with fondness.

"Hey, I wasn't showing it off. That happens. Sometimes guys can't control it."

"Yeah, right. Show-off!" She teased him, but playfully. "I gotta admit, you surprised me. I can't believe I'm lying here naked with a nerd, let alone having such a fucking good time. This is just like that **** of the Nerds movie where that total loser guy with the glasses gets the girl." She quickly corrected herself, "Except that you're not a total loser, and you don't have glasses."

He was annoyed. "What's with you and nerds? You know, just because someone is smart doesn't mean you have to shun them. I can tell you're pretty smart yourself, even though you obviously don't study much. Or at all, I'd guess."

"I'll admit it. My goal is to be popular and have fun. If I pass my classes too, that's a nice bonus. Okay, I'll try not to call you the 'N' word so much. But you never did answer my question. How did you learn to fuck so well?"

In a confessional voice, he admitted, "To be honest, I haven't really done it much. You're my third." He immediately regretted saying that. He instinctively knew that with Heather one should never admit weakness. He felt like kicking himself, because it undercut his attempt to convince her that he wasn't impressed by her due to all his other lovers.

But she took it pretty well. "The third time?! Talk about a natural. All that name calling and stuff just came to you spontaneously?"

He nodded. "You're the third woman I've actually fucked. But I've played around with many others. You know, blowjobs, titfucks, handjobs - that kind of thing. Lots of women love to suck my cock. That's why I said women like the taste of my cum. I just haven't gone all the way that much."

He thought, Good. That kind of fixes my slip-up. Mostly. Besides, it's basically the truth.

She considered that. "Huh. Still. Most guys I have sex with never learn that I like that. Who was your first? It wasn't Kim; she told me that. She must be your second, and she's totally inexperienced with intercourse too. I want to shake the hand of your first for making you such a pro fucker so fast."

He avoided the question and changed the subject, since his first was his sister. He thought, Thanks, Sis. And thank you, Kim and your big mouth. Although, now that I think about it, Aunt Suzy was really the one most responsible for making me at ease and so creative sexually.

He said, "Kim talks too much! You're not so bad yourself. And I've gotta admit you really know how to keep your body in shape." While he was being honest, he also had the ulterior motive of changing the topic from the identity of his first lover.

It worked like a charm. There was nothing Heather liked to talk about more than how beautiful and fit she was. She delivered a monologue about her exercise regimen.

But after that, the conversation petered out and never really resumed. He found that making polite conversation with Heather was very awkward. The two of them had very little in common, and the nerd / queen social divide was painfully obvious. The only reason to stay was more sex, but he knew that he couldn't get it up again.

She realized this and felt the need to find Rock before he got too angry. She made Alan feel like he'd overstayed his welcome.

The fact that her parents were supposed to come home at any moment was also on his mind, so he finally got up and left.

As he drove away, he wondered at the remarkable experience he'd just had. He thought it unlikely to ever be repeated because, while she'd dropped some heavy hints that she'd like to get fucked by him again, she seemed to become disinterested when he was preparing to leave. Furthermore, she'd stressed repeatedly the need for him not to mention what happened to anyone. More insultingly, she'd warned him not to act friendly to her at school. She'd even said, "Sorry, no offense, but I just can't afford to be seen talking to a nerd. It would ruin my image."

He felt a little bit used, but all in all he couldn't complain. It had been a wild, fun ride, topped off by some truly great sex. Plus, it really did seem like an advanced test to get him ready to face Brenda. He thought, Heather is fucking intimidating. She really is. Not just looks, but personality. But I totally rolled with the punches. Compared to her, Brenda will actually be easier! And I just fucked Heather, whereas all I have to do with Brenda tomorrow is talk to her. Piece of cake!

Boy, I can't wait to tell Aunt Suzy! She'll be so proud. Oh, wait. I can't kiss and tell. Besides, if she knew I had sex with Heather, she'd get upset and give me an earful. Damn! I'll just have to impress her with how I interact with Brenda tomorrow.

As to being used, he figured he'd gotten off easy. He realized that Rock was less Heather's boyfriend and more a dumb chump whom she constantly delighted in cheating on in the most outrageous ways. He gathered that her picking up strange guys practically in her boyfriend's face, like she'd done with him at the Baskin-Robbins, wasn't all that uncommon.

In fact, in retrospect he realized she'd seemed surprisingly trusting with him, actually gloating to him about her cheating. She'd even mentioned that her favorite trick was to talk to Rock on the phone while she was having sex with one of his football buddies.

Alan felt genuinely sorry for the guy. But at the same time, he had to admit to himself that the danger of getting beaten up by Rock or by Heather's father helped to make the sex even more arousing.

That was GREAT sex. But dammit, it was kind of a scary trial too! As good as that felt, I actually kinda hope that'll be the end of it. If I see her coming directly towards me, I'm gonna run like hell in the other direction before she gets me murdered!

Okay, maybe not, but almost. She's real trouble, that's for sure.

Another thought occurred to him. Everything is soooo sexual all of a sudden. I can't even get ice cream with a friend without something like this happening! Dang, that is weird. It's almost comical how these things keep happening to me.