6 Times a Day

Chapter 1155: Christine being corrupted?



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Christine was on the edge of such an immense climax that her brain was fogged with lust. She fought it like a drowning swimmer struggling to reach the surface of the ocean. If I know one thing, it's that I'm not going to lose my precious virginity to Heather, of all people! It doesn't matter that I'm actually starting to enjoy her touching my body; she's crossing the line and going way too far! My hymen can only be broken once and I've been saving that for Alan. I need to distract her! I'm just gonna have to grin and bear it and be such a good nympho cunt slut for her that she'll forget all about that strap-on.

Suddenly, Christine bolted upright. "Heather, you know what? I'm actually really getting off on this girl-girl stuff. And I gotta say it's so inspiring and SEXY the way you're completely comfortable with your amazing centerfold body. Make love to me!" She threw herself at Heather, kissing her fully on the lips.

Heather was taken aback at first, but quickly recovered. She muttered almost inaudibly, "Hee-hee. My plan is working. She is so ripe, so ready to be picked!"

Heather was so aroused by the genuine, undisguised lust that she saw in Christine's eyes that she began kissing back with equal intensity while increasing her fondling of Christine's clit.

Although in real life Christine had no experience of kissing another woman on the lips, in her dream she kissed as well as any woman ever could.

The two of them ended up rolling around on the ground, forgetting all about Janice and Joy.

Even so, Christine kept thinking about Alan and wishing that Heather were Alan. Before long she was half convinced that she really was with Alan. She kept her eyes closed to help keep that fantasy alive. Oh Alan, you kiss so well! It's everything I dreamt about and more! And your hands all over me - I love it!

But there was a bitter undercurrent because all the while some part of her mind was very aware that it was Heather that was necking with her and fondling her. She struggled to stay aware of her real surroundings enough to make sure that Heather's strap-on

remained forgotten.

Though it was hard to tell how much of it was her fantasy of Alan versus her real activities with Heather, she found herself getting hotter and hornier with each passing minute. She'd been trying to avoid touching Heather's most private parts, but at some point during the kiss she discovered that her fingers were pushing in and out of Heather's pussy. She imitated what Heather had been doing to her pussy for several minutes already, and soon the two of them were pleasuring each other in perfect rhythm.

She tried to tell herself that she was doing this only to buy time and avoid the strap-on, but it was getting more difficult to deny the extreme pleasure coursing through her entire body. Alan doesn't have a pussy. I can't pretend about that. But I'm getting Heather off and that feels good. She's gonna cum, because of me! That's such a thrilling power to have. And the way she's making me feel! She may be a bitch, but dammit, she really is a sexy bitch, just like her reputation! And the way our breasts rub together, the way my nipples are burning, pushing into hers - I love it! Would I really like to make it with girls too? Maybe. I don't know. I don't care! Just kiss me some more, Heather!

It didn't hurt that once they'd stopped rolling around, Janice and Joy had joined in. Christine wound up on top of Heather, but then she felt the others' hands on her back, in her hair, and especially on her butt.

Oh no! Someone's finger is going up my butt. That actually feels GOOD! Who's doing that? Janice? Joy? Whoever you are, don't stop! Deeper! Push your finger in all the way! God, I'm such a slut! I knew this would happen if I ever gave in to temptation. Alan, where are you?!

Christine moaned out loud, "More! More clit! Heather, what you're doing feels so good, but you're ignoring my clit. Please don't. That's how I get off at home and I need to get off so bad right now. Won't you just play with it a little?"

Heather tormented and teased her helpless prey as she kissed her way down Christine's firm stomach. "Maybe I don't want you to get off just yet. Maybe I want you to see how much you really need and want me."

"Please? Pretty please?! If I don't cum soon, I'm going to die!" This is so humiliating! Begging Heather, of all people!

Heather flashed an evil smile. "Well, okay, since you asked so nicely." She continued kissing her way down to Christine's clitoris, then stopped there and began tugging on it lightly with her teeth. At the same time, she pumped shallowly into Christine's slit with two fingers.

It didn't take much of that to get a reaction. Inwardly, Christine screamed with a powerful mixture of joy and regret, Oh no, not again! I'm gonna cum! No! I want my first cum with another person to be with Alan! Alan my love, save me! Save me! Please! Save meeeee!

Christine came hard. Her hips pumped furiously into Heather's face and hand. Heather was aware that Christine's hymen was still intact despite all the wild movement, so took care not to break it with her pumping fingers. But Christine was so beside herself with sexual excitement that she hardly noticed or cared.

All she knew was how good she felt. As she lay on the floor gasping for air, trying to recover, she thought, I had Heather all wrong. Her touch is like magic - everywhere! I'm on fire. Tingling! And her kiss. I wanna kiss her forever! I hate the bitch and her evil brain, but I love what she does to

me.

Where's that strap-on? I'm ready for it now. I don't care who fucks me as long as someone fucks me. Hard! Now! Maybe I am sorta bisexual, but there's nothing wrong with that. Is there? Would it be so bad to be Heather's lover? She obviously has access to this room. Every day after school we could meet here and fuck each other silly. Or even before school if she came in early. I could! Maybe even the four of us. Or even more! I don't care who it is; I just need it!

Christine came up for breath and said, "Ropes! Does anyone here have some rope?"

Heather asked, "Rope? You mean like string? That kind of rope?"

"Exactly. I need to be tied up. I've been bad. I'm such a nasty girl. I want you to tie me up and then fuck my brains out with that strap-on!" She rolled on top of Heather, ready for more.

"Okaaay..." Heather said hesitantly at first. But then, seeing that Christine appeared sincere, she barked to Joy, "Rope! Now! Hurry it up."

Christine added, "Oh, and I want you to bind my breasts too, with ropes above and below them. They've been the cause of all my troubles today and they need to be punished. I want you to really get rough with them. Pull and bite my nipples; I love to do that to myself."

As Joy scurried off, Heather leaned in, pressing her nose almost up to the tip of Christine's. "Damn, woman! You're sexy. You know that? And rope? Kinky, even. I like that. I have no idea where you got that 'Ice Queen' nickname, because you're anything but, at least once someone lights your fire. This isn't at all what I expected to happen, but I guess, like everyone else, you just can't resist the Heather charm." She grinned before kissing Christine square on the

mouth.

Soon the two of them were thrashing around on the floor again, sharing more passionate

kisses.

Christine decided that she positively loved pussy-licking in general and the taste of Heather's musky nectar in particular. She no longer had to think about Alan to stay aroused.

Once again, Janice and Joy had to do Heather's dirty work. They were assigned the task of tying Christine up. Janice in particular took her sweet time about it, repeatedly making

mistakes.

Oh, how sweet, Christine thought. Janice is still trying to save me. If only there was some way I could let her know, without embarrassing either of us, that I don't need to be saved anymore. I need to be FUCKED! My inner beast has been unleashed and now there's no going back.

Just as the ropes binding Christine's hands behind her back were finally tied (though her legs were left free), there was a knock at the door. It followed a particular pattern, obviously signifying some kind of secret code.

Christine though, That's probably Alan! I forgot all about him! How sweet. He's trying to save me. Well, that's much better. What started out as a horrible day is really turning out great. Alan can be the one to take my virginity after all, and then Heather can have her turn with me after him. That's much better than having Heather take my hymen with her strap-on dildo. This will be my first orgy, hee- hee! God, why didn't anyone tell me that sex is so much fucking FUN?!