6TAD Chapter 1152: A Very Wet Dream (Patreon)

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Alan let himself in before anyone could answer the door.

He barged in, looking angry. He frantically looked around the  room for Christine, but could scarcely believe his eyes when he found  her. Not only were her wrists loosely tied together behind her back, but  she was on her knees in front of Heather, licking Heather's pussy.

For her part, Heather just looked at Alan and smiled a big  Cheshire-cat grin, even as her hands continued languidly guiding  Christine's head between her thighs.

He rushed straight to her in a panic and stood above where  she was kneeling. "Christine! What happened?! What did Heather do to  you?!"

Christine paused in her lapping to say, "Relax. It's nothing  to worry about. I'm loving life! I kind of tricked you to come here."  She turned briefly to look him in the eye and smile, then returned her  attention to Heather's bare pussy.

Alan looked angrily at Heather, who just returned his gaze  with a shit-eating grin. "So you're not in trouble?" he asked Christine,  stunned. "I don't believe that." Very gallantly, he was trying to look  everywhere except at Christine's bound and naked body.

"Believe it," Christine said blissfully as she stared at Heather's labia with increasing hunger.

Alan was completely aghast. He'd actually balled his hands  into fists, expecting to have to fight Heather and the others to win  Christine's freedom. "This is insanity!" he shouted. "Christine, you  must be brainwashed or something! It's mind control!"

Christine twisted her neck to look at him again. "Alan,  that's so cute. I'm so happy you're ready to fight for me, but lower  your fists. Trust me; I'm having a great time. I can't wait for you to  join in."

"Prove it!" He still stood in a fighting posture but was feeling less sure of himself.

"How can I prove it? I know how - kiss me."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Well okay, but just a kiss." Alan finally dropped his fists.

Heather, smirking triumphantly, stepped back to give him room.

Since Christine was bound and kneeling, Alan was forced to  sit on a chair and put her in his lap so that their lips could meet  comfortably. It was more than a little distracting, especially the way  her breasts and pretty much all the rest of her was heaving up and down.

Alan looked deeply into her eyes and saw her great hunger and  need. But since he couldn't even begin to conceive of her willingly  doing anything sexual while Heather was there, let alone WITH Heather,  his guard was down. He didn't even consider taking any of his clothes  off because he planned on giving her nothing but a chaste kiss to prove  his point.

However, as soon as his lips touched hers it was as if they'd  both been jolted with an electric shock. Alan looked puzzled by that  reaction, but he was having too much fun to seriously consider stopping.

Christine's arms were bound, which she was regretting  intensely at that moment because she wanted to wrap them around Alan and  hold him tightly against her naked body. However, her legs were not  restrained, so she wrapped them around his waist instead. She even began  bucking her hips at his lap just as if they were already having  intercourse.

Alan didn't know what was going on or what had brought her to that state, but he wasn't exactly complaining.

His erection was straining urgently inside his shorts,  demanding to be let out, so he had Joy help remove his shorts. Then he  redoubled his efforts with his kissing, and since Christine wore no  clothes, soon his hands were exploring her most wonderful places. Not  surprisingly, his hands first went to her enormous 38F tits, the breasts  that he'd been dreaming about and masturbating over for years. And  since he was no longer wearing his shorts, he found himself almost dry  humping her.

Christine thought, Yes! This is what I've been waiting  for! It doesn't matter that Alan has so many voluptuous lovers. The feel  of his big thing sliding in my ass crack, it's better than all those  football players and their hot dicks sliding all over my body combined!  And the way he gropes my breasts like he owns them - wow! Of all the  dozen or so people who have played with my breasts today, his touch is  the best!

She laughed out loud at the absurdity of that thought. I  don't care anymore; I love that everyone wants to fondle me! Gaawwwd,  I'm gonna cum already! Alan! My Alan! Do me more! There must be  something wrong with me, but I loooove being played with when I'm all  tied up!

Christine started wiggling her hips even more, in an effort  to slide back away from him and then forward toward him, maneuvering to  bring his dick up against her pussy lips. But when she did that she  found herself falling off his lap.

Alan held onto her as she fell. The two of them wound up on  the floor, but they were so into each other that the fall hardly  bothered them. In fact, they barely even broke their kiss.

Their French kissing continued on for another minute or so. But then a stray hand appeared on Alan's ass.

Soon there were two hands there, cupping his ass cheeks.  "Mmmm. What a cute ass. How do you like her, Alan? Did I get her hot to  trot for you or what?" It was Heather.

It was clear from Alan's expression that he wanted to ask her  about all the things that she'd done to Christine, but he wasn't about  to stop kissing Christine. So he didn't.

Encouraged by his silence, Heather continued to fondle his  butt as she said, "I know what you're thinking: 'Christine and Heather?  What?!' I was thinking the same thing. But isn't it great? She's MY  titty slut now, but I'll let you play with her all you want to, Alan, as  long as you give me what I want." Then she turned and said, "You are my  titty slut now, Christine. Right?"

Christine was also far too busy necking to say anything. She  let out a great big "MMMM-MMMM!" that could have meant almost anything  (if it meant anything at all). In fact, it was much more a response to  Alan's fevered kissing and the sheer naughtiness of the idea of being a  "titty slut" than any actual attempt to respond to the question.

Heather slid her hand up along the inside of Alan's thighs,  making a beeline for the cock she loved so much. She grasped it and  jacked it off for about a minute until she was sure that any resistance  he might have to the proceedings was gone.

Christine finally had to stop kissing to catch her breath.  She said, "I may be a titty slut, but I'm Alan's titty slut first. Alan,  I know how you've stared ravenously at my chest for so long. I've  pretended not to notice, at least a lot of the time, but I've always  been secretly flattered and delighted. Now you can have my breasts - and  the rest of me - any time you like!" She leaned forward and pushed her  tongue again deep into his mouth.

While Christine couldn't do anything with her bound hands,  after a couple of minutes of the most fervent necking imaginable, she  was athletic enough to manage to roll on top of him. Heather helped her  make the move because Heather wanted access for herself to Alan's dick.

After Christine rolled on top, Heather let out a jubilant  "Goody!" and wedged her head in between all four legs of the necking  couple. She brought her whole body up in between them until they widened  their legs to give her the space she demanded.

Then she started licking Alan's erection. Occasionally, she  reached out to Christine to work the bound girl's clit or tease her  increasingly sensitive labia, both of which caused Christine to thrash  about even more against Alan. Heather expected Alan to owe her big-time.

Even as Heather was busy doing that, Alan finally calmed down  enough to break off his kissing and gasp, "Christine! What's going  on?!"

"An orgy, that's what! Alan, don't even THINK about that 'not  wanting to fuck me' stuff. I need to be nailed TODAY and I need to be  nailed GOOD! If you don't take my virginity, then Heather's strap-on  will. But I so very much want you to be my first. I've been saving  myself for you. It has to be you! Please? Pretty please? Turn me into  one of your Alan sluts. I wanna join your harem!"

"How do you know about that?"

"Never you mind. I know a lot more than you realize; I've  been watching you for a long time now. Just hurry up and fuck my brains  out already!"

"Actually, I think someone beat me to it," Alan said with a  touch of regret. "You're already totally fucked-out mentally. What  happened to, you know..."

"The frigid Christine?"

As he twisted her erect nipples, he said, "I wasn't going to put it exactly that way, but there's an element of-"

Christine was emphatic. "Screw her! You know the stereotype  of the repressed, bespectacled librarian who finally lets her hair down  and turns out to be an insatiable nympho? Well, that turned out to be  me! Heather showed me that! I was all wrong about her. I wanna be your  slut, and Heather's too if that's okay with you!"

That startled him. "Heather too?"

"Yes! Let's have orgies! Lots and lots of orgies. Just the  three of us! Don't you want to have the two sexiest blonde titty sluts  in the whole school at your beck and call every day? I know what goes on  in this room. This is where you're going to plow both Heather and me  before, during, and after school as much as you want! I need to feel  your monster manhood completely filling me up! Please!"

Alan tried to look at Heather, but her face was buried so  deep in his groin that all he could see from underneath a frenzied  Christine was a bit of Heather's ponytail. She was jacking off the lower  half of his erection while licking the top half, but she'd positioned  herself so that as her hand went up and down her knuckles roughly  brushed Christine's slit. "Heather? Did you do this? Did you give her a  drug or something?"

Heather pulled away from her happy cocksucking. She laughed.  "Well, I'll admit I did kind of force her into getting started. But then  it's like she said, her inner slut came out. I don't know exactly what  happened, but I'm not complaining. I'll tell you what. I'm so happy  right now that I'm feeling generous. Fuck her first, and then do me."  She dove back into Alan's groin, sucking and licking all the way.

Alan looked over at Janice and Joy, who were busy loving each  other, and then back up at Christine, who was engrossed with tenderly  kissing his nose and forehead. "I don't know. Christine, this is all  happening too fast."

But he did know; he had no doubt what they were going to do.  In fact, even as he professed to be hesitant, he was kneading both of  Christine's enormous breasts with gusto.

Christine was like a tornado of constant, writhing movement  on top of him, she was so into it (although she couldn't actually do  much with her bindings). She blurted out, "Alan, you're the drug!"

Before she could achieve lip-lock again, he managed to ask,  "Christine, okay already. I can't say no to you. But what's with the  ropes? I thought Heather had done something awful to you."

"No. She's done something incredibly wonderful to me! I asked  for the ropes. I'm just such a wild, nasty nympho that I need to be  chained and bound! Then you can fuck my helpless nubile teenage body  every way you want and I can't do a thing to stop you! Not that I would.  Hee-hee! Stick it to me, Alan. Stick it in ME!"

He laughed with joy. "Twist my arm! Dang, this is gonna be  good. I'll bet you're gonna have the tightest, most fuckable cunt yet.  How do you wanna do it the first time?"

"Let's see. What about doggy style? I hear you can really go  deep with that one. I want to feel you so deep your cock will come out  my throat! ... Oh God! That reminds me. We DEFINITELY have to have you  stick that thing in my mouth so you can blow a creamy load in there! Oh!  And then between my tits. You need to fuck them. I'm glad they're so  big, so you've got plenty to fuck! And then... ummm... anywhere else you  want!"

Heather had stopped sucking Alan's throbbing boner in  anticipation of him repositioning. But since he hadn't moved yet, she  leaned down and gave it a few more loving licks. "Christine, you're  going to love cocksucking, as long as it's Alan's cock. Just wait until  you find out how sweet and delicious his cum is. You'll never want to  stop." She swallowed his whole cockhead in her mouth again, taking in as  much of his shaft as she could.

"Oh God!" Christine said with increasing excitement. "So the rumors are true?"

Heather was so busy bobbing her head up and down that she  just nodded emphatically without losing her lip-lock as Alan's hard-on  pushed towards her tonsils. Then, realizing Christine couldn't see that,  she moaned loudly. "MMMM-HMMM!"

"Oh God!" Christine said again. She was barely coherent.

Alan could feel a climax coming on, so he forcibly pushed  Heather's mouth away from his boner, causing her to pull off him  altogether. He wanted to be fucking Christine when he blew his load.

Heather lifted Christine up and brought her to a table. She  bent her rival over so her ass was sticking over the table edge at a  ninety-degree angle, positioning Christine for a deep doggy-style  penetration.

But at the same time that Heather was doing this, she said in  a territorial voice, "Now you'll know how I feel. He's about to  completely rock your world. But remember, I get him next. Is that clear?  We'll take turns. Janice and Joy, sorry, maybe you can assist later,  like if he wants a quadruple blowjob and then feels like spraying all  four of our faces, but that's it. Today Alan gets the cream of the crop.  And we get the cream of his cock, hee-hee!"

As she was saying this, Alan was lining his erection up with  Christine's eager slit. At the same time, he was trying to mentally calm  himself down enough so he wouldn't lose control on the first stroke. As  stimulating as this was, it would be incredibly embarrassing if he were  to blow before even reaching her hymen and taking her virginity.

Christine didn't seem to mind the idea of sharing him, partly  because her thoughts were now entirely on what was about to happen to  her. "I can already tell I'm gonna love doggy style. It's the perfect  position to be naked, bound, and royally nailed!"

Heather kissed her on the top of her head, then whispered  into her ear, "You will. You're gonna love it all. Welcome to the club.  At school you'll be able to hold your head up high and share a secret  knowing look with the rest of us - the look that says you're one of  Alan's sluts. It's the best feeling in the world!" She stepped back to  allow him to go at it.

Alan started rubbing his hard-on all around, even pressing it  against Christine's asshole. He was getting her even more worked up, if  such a thing was possible, while trying to rest a bit first so he could  give her fucking his all.

Startled, Christine thought, That's where he's gonna put it next, in my ass! That's so wrong, but with him even that would be alright!

She was nearly delirious with excitement. Well, maybe not  next, but later, and then often! I've been saving my body and all of its  holes for Alan - and now for Heather too!

However, she was scared too. It started to hit her that he  was about to break through her hymen, and that would hurt. She tensed up  and gritted her teeth as she spoke her thoughts out loud. "Oh God! I  want this so much, but I'm afraid too! It's gonna hurt like hell, isn't  it?"

He said, "I'm sure it will. But everyone says it just hurts  for a little bit and then the pleasure takes over. I'll go as slow as  you want. I really do care about you."

Heather chimed in, "He's right. Yeah, it hurts at first, but  soon you'll be screaming his name in ecstasy until your voice is  hoarse!"

Christine was still very apprehensive. Reminded of her former  nemesis, she asked, "Heather, can you help guide it in? That would mean  so much to me. I feel like you're my new best friend."

"With pleasure, Christie." Heather scrambled into a new position to help.

"I don't let anyone call me Christie, but you can call me  anything you like." Christine's voice was both breathless and  determined.

Heather grabbed Alan's trembling shaft and lined it up with  Christine's dripping vagina. She pushed it in about an inch or so, until  it couldn't go any further without piercing the hymen. Then she paused  and said, "Alan, have you ever deflowered a virgin before? She still has  her maidenhead. I know, 'cos it's blocking the way."

"Really? No, I've never dealt with a hymen. Christine, are you sure you want this? You only lose your virginity once, you know."

"Yes! I want it bad! I want you! I want you to be the ONLY  man to EVER fuck me! I'm so ready. The only thing is, before we do it  I'm getting the urge to pee first."

"Pee?" he asked with alarm. "I'm not into that kind of kinky thing."

"No, you cute lummox, I don't mean that. I mean I literally  have to go to the bathroom. Since my hands are tied, can someone help me  get there? There has to be one in this theater room somewhere. Right?"

Alan bewailed, "Not now! Do you really have to go right  now?!" He was beside himself with frustration, because he was so eager  to start fucking.

Heather removed Alan's boner from where it sat in the first  inch of Christine's cunt, ready for the coup de grace. Then she stood up  and began pulling Christine off of the table she'd been lying on. "It  would be my pleasure. I'm feeling, I dunno, all kind of sisterly towards  you, Christine. I guess we can be bosom buddies, can't we?"

"Definitely! Emphasis on the bosom!" Christine giggled. She  bent forward and kissed Heather on the lips. They mashed their prominent  chests together briefly, which was one thing Christine could do well  while her hands were bound. As they broke away she said, "Heather, every  time you touch me, it's beyond magical. You set me on fire! Since  Alan's so busy with all the other girls in his harem, I imagine you and I  are going to get to know each other REALLY well."

Heather said dramatically, as if making a toast, "Most  definitely! To you, Christine, my new best friend!" She leaned in for  another kiss.

Just then Christine awoke, bolting upright in her bed. She  had to pee very badly. Her eyes bugged out as she became consciously  aware of the details of the dream she'd just had. She screamed,  "NooooOOOOOooooOOOOoooo!"