Iveyflame Special ???? [ 3 / 12 ]
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Alan was just as determined not to go into that room. Although it was hard to resist the chance to fuck her luscious, hard body, he didn't want her to conclude that she could manipulate him so easily. So when they reached the door to the theater room, he stopped and said, "Don't bother opening the door. I'm not going in. Not until you tell me what this is all about. Actually, there's no time. I need to turn around right now if I'm going to get to class on time." He started to turn back.
Heather put a hand on his shoulder to restrain him. "Wait! That's not an issue. I got you a pass." She pulled a scrap of paper out of a hidden pocket that her clothing had concealed and handed it to him.
He looked at it. Sure enough, it was a pass excusing him for the entire second period. He held it up and complained, "How did you get this?"
She gloated, "It's all about who you know and making a good impression. I can get as many of these as I like. Blanks."
He started to turn around again. "That's nice. But I've got a class to go to. I'm probably already gonna be late."
"Don't bother. I spoke to your teacher; that's why I was coming out of your classroom when you were heading in. Everything's arranged, and if you try to mess it up, you'll open up a can of worms for yourself."
Alan was steamed by that. He crumpled the pass in his hand and shook his fist. "Heather! You're such a fucking BITCH! I didn't want you to do that!"
"Why not? You're telling me that you'd rather sit in some boring class than have some of this?" She raised the hem of her miniskirt, exposing her pussy to his gaze.
He was astounded that she wasn't wearing any panties. Despite his anger, his dick was suddenly ramrod stiff. No matter how he felt about her personally, his sudden erection wasn't about to go down anytime soon after that little display. But he tried to ignore that part of his body. "Yes! Yes, I would. For one thing, I LIKE school. I like learning. I wanna be somebody someday, and that means I have to do well at school. Even if I could get a bunch of blank passes, like you have, I wouldn't use them."
He continued, building a full head of steam. "Furthermore, I really resent YOU pushing me around! Who gave you the right to decide I wasn't going to that class today? You think you're so great, but you're just a... a pile of dog shit, as far as I'm concerned! That was a rotten move. You think I'm gonna give you your reward today? HA! I wouldn't fuck your skanky cunt today if you were the last girl on Earth, not after that stunt!"
She appeared contrite. "Look. I'm sorry. But I checked with your teacher, Mister What's-His-Name, and you're not doing anything important today anyway." She put a hand on the door handle. "But we don't want to make a scene out here. Come inside and we'll talk about it."
"Yeah, right! You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're like a spider trying to lead me into your web. There's no way in Hell you're gonna get me in there! And just look at you!"
He took a step closer, so he was in her personal space. "Good grief, look at your slutty clothes. How do you get away with dressing like this?" He ran a hand over her top and her miniskirt. He was trying not to touch her privates, but it was difficult because her clothes didn't cover much else.
"And look at this slutty body. You think you can get anyone to do what you want just because you're a stone fox. Well, I have news for you. You're not all that. You're not so great."
He ran his hand up to her rack and gave her left tit an aggressive squeeze. "Like these tits. Fake! All fake. Just like the rest of you!"
She protested, "Now, hold on. For one thing, my breasts are only slightly augmented."
Before she could say more, he shouted, "Shut up! Slut, I'm really pissed at you. Don't you get that?! How could anyone who looks this good on the outside be so mean and ugly on the inside?" He was just as horny as he was mad, so even as he talked his hand continued to wander all over her body.
In fact, he brought his other hand into play, using it to flip up her skirt, briefly exposing her pussy again before the skirt fell back into place. He ran his fingers up and down her wet labia. "And look at you. No panties. Are you even wearing a bra?"
She didn't answer, but just stood there stone-faced.
So he pulled her top up, all the way to her underarms, leaving her tits completely exposed. "A-ha! You're not! I should have known! You're such a fucking slut!"
She could sense that his lust was getting the better of him, even though he didn't seem to realize it himself just yet. His examination of her body was turning increasingly sexual, and she wanted to further that along. So she took the hand that had checked her labia and brought it back to her pussy. Her tight miniskirt remained hiked up a few inches above her clit, so she pulled his fingers to her slit.
She purred, "I am! I'm a slut; I admit it! Feel how wet I am for you."
He poked two fingers into her gash, probing around inside. Meanwhile, his other hand migrated from her boobs down to her ass. He kneaded her ass cheeks, causing her miniskirt to raise up in back as well.
She knew better than he did how his lust was ramping out of control, and she knew she'd have him if she could distract him from coming to his senses for just a little longer. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in close. But she was careful not to do anything too startling, such as grabbing his boner, which might make him realize fully where his "examination" was going.
He continued to complain loudly, "You're soaked! And you smell like raw sex. Don't you have any shame? Any self-respect? Look at you. I've got you half-naked out in public, in school, and you're not even blushing!"
She spoke in a sexy purr while running her hands all over his chest. "That's because you've got me so horny. How can I even think, when you're digging into my cunt like that? Alan, I was wrong! Thinking of you as a mere nerd. You're a stud!"
She took a step back, but she was careful not to disengage from the hands that were still fondling her ass and pussy. "I have no shame being half-naked. In fact, the problem is that I'm not completely naked!" She unzipped her miniskirt and let it fall to the ground. Then she did the same to her top.
"SLUT!" Alan roared. "Fucking slut bitch!" Wrapping an arm around her backside, he pulled her in close for a nuclear kiss. His other hand kept on aggressively pumping her cunt.
As their tongues dueled for the first time that day, he started to think about where things were headed. What am I doing?! She's hoodwinked me again. I'm seriously pissed, but somehow I'm overwhelmingly horny too. I just can't help myself. Good God, she's got such a fucking hot body!
Look what we're doing, standing out here in plain sight. It's like I can't stop fingering her tight cunt! This is exactly like what happened in the parking lot last time! Although I've gotta admit it's not nearly so dangerous, because nobody ever comes around here, especially during classes. Maybe some janitor might stumble by...
Wait. Classes... Oh my God! Classes?! I should be in class right now. She tricked me, again! Motherfucking BITCH!
As if it wasn't obvious enough that things had spun out of control, he suddenly realized that she had a hand inside his shorts that was vigorously jacking him off.
He thought, Fuck me! I can't help myself! I should get her to stop, but it's like my body is on autopilot. I just can't stop squeezing this juicy ass or pumping her hot cunt! But I'm not gonna let her win. I'm not gonna go into that damn theater room, or fuck her, 'cos that what she wants.
He knew his resolve on that was rather weak, since she clearly was already manipulating him successfully. Her erotic moaning not only showed how pleased she was; it also helped raise the fire of his lust until it was a raging inferno. He was already out of control, and he finally realized it.
He stood by helplessly as she pulled his shorts down his thighs to get better access to his cock and balls. Now that she knew she had him where she wanted him, she no longer kept an arm around his backside to hold him in place. Instead, her hands went straight for his cock. She pumped and teased with all ten digits to make sure he stayed too horny to resist her advances. She was almost certain that in just a matter of seconds she would be lying on a prop couch in the theater room getting royally fucked.
She thought, So fucking hot! Alan is a moron. He'd rather be in class than doing this? I love how he's pumping my cunt! I love it! Doing it out here in the open, it's almost as good as getting seriously fucked! Which is just about to happen, incidentally. HA! And he can't resist my ass, my perfect ass. Nobody can! Even a tit-fiend like him can't let go long enough to play with my tits!
I love it that he's got me buck naked. He doesn't care! He's nothing like limp-dicked Rock. Rock would never allow this, the chicken-shit loser! I'm with a REAL man now, so go suck your own balls, Rock!
Alan's heart was pounding unbelievably hard. He felt like he was Dr. Bruce Banner turning into the Incredible Hulk, but Alan was becoming super horny rather than super strong. He wasn't simply kissing Heather's lips; he was so passionate that she was forgetting to breathe. That left her gasping for oxygen, but his kissing felt so awesome that she couldn't stop to catch her breath. And he was no longer just fingering her pussy: her hips were gyrating around while she was bouncing up and down on her heels, basically fucking herself on his hand. By this time her cum was flowing down his wrist and dripping onto the floor.
After another minute or two, Heather knew that if they kept it up much longer, she'd cum hard. There was no problem with that except that she wanted him in the theater room. Cumming could complicate that, because she doubted she'd be able to remain standing afterwards, much less capable of dragging him along. So even though it was very difficult to pause, she managed to disengage. Then she reached for her discarded clothes to retrieve the theater room's key.
Alan was so far gone that he was seeing the world through a pulsing red haze. He felt virile enough to punch his fist through a wall or even lift a car, or so he thought. Needless to say, he wanted more - a lot more - but he found himself simply standing there. He asked, bewildered, "What are you doing?"
She said while wiggling her bare ass at him, "Just a sec. I've gotta open the door."
That reignited his anger. "Oh, no you don't! I am NOT going in that room!"
She just chuckled at that as she fumbled for the key.
That only infuriated him more. He suddenly grabbed her bare hips with both hands and yanked her backward to the ground, letting go of her as she fell.
She landed hard on her ass. "Owww! That hurt! Why'd you do that?" She sat up with a hurt, offended expression.
He made fists in the air. He found it hard to talk, he was panting so hard. "Listen! I'm... I'm not gonna... Not gonna fall for that. I told you, no fucking today! Won't... let you... win!"
"Oh, really?" She loved a good challenge. She hadn't really been hurt by the fall, so she flashed him a sultry look while spreading her legs wide. Then she pulled her pussy lips open with her fingers, causing yet more of her juices to gush forth. Her voice was husky and almost feral. "Want some of this?"
The pheromones in her copious lube were overwhelming. He raged, "You know I do, but I'm gonna fuck your face instead!" He held his erection straight out. "Open your mouth and say 'Aaaah."
They were in a standoff. She wanted to get fucked. If not in the theater room, she was willing to get pounded right where she sat. She didn't care about the exposed location because she felt she was invulnerable. Besides, she never got caught. Although the hard floor would be more than a little uncomfortable, her fuck need drove her on.
However, Alan just stood there above her, glowering and offering his hard-on expectantly. Clearly, he wasn't about to move. His unusually engorged cock, pulsing red with his anger and need, was calling to her like a siren song. She reminded herself that she hated blowjobs, but she found his defiant pose strangely irresistible.
