6 Times a Day-Chapter 1353

Alan was enjoying her fantasy as he kept sawing his thick boner in and out of her.

She went on, while grinding her hips even more, "There’s one snag, though: it would be too weird if only Aims and I wear them. With a cheerleader uniform faux protest, we’ll need to have all the cheerleaders wear ’em. Which means you’re gonna have to collar the rest of the squad. Which in turn... AH! SO DEEP! ... Which in turn means you’ll need to fully tame them first!"

He froze, tripped up by that tempting, but very problematic, suggestion. Whoa! Seriously?! Does she really mean that or is it just sexy talk? It’s getting hard for me to tell. Imagine that: having the entire cheerleading squad tamed and collared, as my personal sex pets! Actually, I’m most of the way there. That could happen, if I really want it to!

"Ah!" she giggled, as she tried to hump back to accentuate his thrusting. "Sounds like someone likes the sound of that, huh? It’s not enough that you collared your entire busty family- UH! ... And your history teacher besides, you’ve gotta do your entire cheerleading squad, too! UGH! Yeah! Do it, Bro! ... I was thinking we should have a big... a big, ceremony! ... Where you bind and blindfold all six of us, and then fuck us one by one! Fuck us! Fuck ME!"

He was slamming into her by this time, and her scenario inspired him to fuck harder and deeper. Between grunts, he asked, "You think they’d... go for... for that?"

"Oh yeah! Definitely!" She was starting to get tossed about now. "Cheerleading squad... is yours... to collar and control! ... To fuck and command!"

He didn’t know if that was true, or if it was wise. After all, he had been trying to put more distance between himself and most of them, so he could spend more time with his core group. He also wasn’t sure if she really meant it or would really want to do it. Additionally, he was temporarily forgetting about the danger of Heather discovering his incestuous relationship with his sister. But given that he was in the middle of a really great fuck, the idea was like pouring gasoline onto his fire of lust. At this point, what was realistic and what wasn’t didn’t matter much to his pounding erection.

Seeing how much he was getting off on the fantasy, she took it even further (despite the increasing difficulty in talking). "Six cheerleaders - not enough. Need more! Christine! Can you imagine her, wearing the uniform, sans bra, sans panties? Panties, painted on by you! Collared and fucked by you! Every day at lunch!"

Alan could imagine it quite well. He pictured Christine lying down on the ground, her cheerleader skirt and top both pulled up (and covering nothing of importance), as he pulled his erection out of her pussy and shot a heavy load of cum all over her.

But in that arousing erotic mental picture, the one thing he loved the most was imagining what she’d look like wearing one of his black collars. A collar would show that she’s one of my women. Hell, let’s drop all pretense Wouldn’t it be fuckin’ awesome to have her as a sex slave? Christine, of all people! SHIT! I’m gonna cum!

Katherine had been struggling not to cum, but now the shoe was on the other foot as Alan strained his PC muscle and panted wildly.

She thought, Hee-hee, Christine IS the Viagra Woman. The Christine Effect works again! I swear, I just mention her name and his erection grows an inch longer and an inch thicker! Actually, having her join the squad WOULD be pretty amazing, if it was a sex squad!

She wished that she wasn’t so insanely aroused, so she could talk easily. "That’s not all! Imagine Heather and Christine! ... In a, in a... HNNNG! UH! ... Fuck sandwich! Ugh! Wearing... wearing your collars! Kissing, kissing each other... and you, you switch from cunt to cunt!"

He really liked that image, and started to fuck harder.

She started to get carried away. "Don’t stop there! With this, this collar. Cloth... Not good, good... enough! Get big iron ones! And shackles! And chains! Make me wear nothing but! I mean, us! UGH! God! Us! The squad! You’re just fucking me, like a, like a rag doll! Fuck me, Brother! FUCK!"

She could have gone into much greater detail about the cheerleader squad slave collar fantasy that was running through her head, but the way she was getting fucked was making it increasingly difficult, if not impossible, to talk. She decided to give up and just live in the moment. She clutched her sheets and tensed up, like she was at the top of a roller coaster and about to go barreling down at top speed.

Seeing her change, he panted out, "Don’t, don’t cum! No cumming! Understand?"

"Oh, no! Daddy, no!"

He thought, Daddy? Hmmm. Interesting. We’ll have to explore that later! As if one fantasy isn’t enough for her. Man! He kept pounding relentlessly, like a jackhammer breaking up concrete.

Now he had to be careful. His goal was taking her to the high heights of a whole body orgasm, and that meant a long and steady build up, a union of body, soul, and mind. He couldn’t accomplish that merely with raw power. So he waited until she started crying for mercy, begging him to let her cum. With her hands cuffed above her head, she was thrashing about like a stranded fish.

He waited until she was straining and nearly hyperventilating with exertion, suffering greatly from his command not to cum. Then he started to ease up. It worked well, since he was getting too tired to keep up the intense pace anyway. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he eased up the pace, until he came to a complete stop.

As Alan rested, some sense of realism returned to him. He thought, I’m really gonna have to have a good long talk with both my sisters about the danger of exposing our family relationship to Heather and the other cheerleaders. Not to mention Christine. She’s so suspicious right now that any little thing could trigger her innate curiosity. That would be a total disaster! Those cheerleader fantasies are a lot of fun to imagine, but it has to remain just that, a fantasy.

Able to breathe again, but with her chest still heaving wildly, she asked, "Can, can I, can I cum now?!"

"No! Not until I say. If you do, the punishment will be great. I might not fuck you again for a month!"

She whimpered helplessly at that, not realizing that he was bluffing. She rattled her handcuffs in frustration, but even that nearly sent her over the edge, as it reinforced her fantasy that she was wearing a slave’s manacles and collar. "By the way, Big Baby Bottle Brother, can you recuff me behind my back again, instead? That makes me feel more slave-y."

He pulled out, redid her cuffs, and then scooted down her body. He knew her sex organs were supersensitive right now, not to mention sore. He brought his tongue and fingers to her puffy and red nether lips.

As soon as he started to lick, she cried out, "No! No! Please, Master, please! Must... cum!"

"Don’t cum. I said don’t cum! You understand?" He lapped relentlessly.

"Must... CUM!"

He stopped just in time. He wished there was a female equivalent of the squeezing-the-penis-at-the-base-to-stop-climax trick, because he needed something like that right now. He feared that she could go over at any second, even if he didn’t touch her.

As she struggled to get her breathing under control, she thought, As much as I love the fact that Brother wants to spend all this time with just me, I’m kinda wishing that Mom could be here too. Or Aims, or Mother, or even Brenda, but especially Mom. At least to watch. I know seeing Brother acting like such a natural master would make her so very happy, and that would make me happy. That’s what I didn’t know about harems: everything is so much better when you share.

Ooh! I just remembered the video system. Mom will be able to watch tomorrow. Cool!

He waited a bit, until her breathing became more regular, and then he resumed licking her pussy, not to mention diddling her clit.

But she screamed almost immediately, "No, Bro, no! Too much! Too much! Can’t... take it!" She was still too sensitive down there.