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Alan made it out of Glory's class at the end of fifth period without anyone suspecting.
By the end of the class, Glory had fully regained her wits. She rushed her students out the door, pretending that she wanted to be alone to call her "pregnant best friend" again. She checked to see if the coast was clear in the hallway and then hustled Alan out at the right moment.
They only spoke briefly, as both knew they'd have plenty of time to talk later. She just whispered to him as she guided him to the door, "And to think, I protested when you started fucking me! I think you'll need to spank me soon to punish me for my bad attitude. See ya!" She winked playfully at him.
He found himself outside the door, in the busy hallway. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the light.
He staggered down the hall in a daze, amazed at how surreal it all was. As if holding my breath for an hour in a closet and trying not to fall asleep wasn't weird enough, she has to leave me with that arousing spanking thought. I should spank her just for that! Now I'm going to have to go to my tennis class with another boner. But I guess there's nothing unusual about that. I think if the Guinness Book of World Records had a category for most constantly sexually aroused kid of all time, my picture would be in there.
He sighed with both glee and frustration and kept walking to his next class.
He hadn't gone more than a few steps when Amy bounded up to him. "Alan!" she said joyfully, as she practically jumped into his arms and covered his face with a series of quick pecks. She was the epitome of happiness, even more so than usual. She'd been walking on air all through the school day ever since word had gotten out at school the day before that she and Alan were boyfriend and girlfriend. She particularly loved telling people that the rumors were true. To unexpectedly run into Alan made life just that much sweeter for her.
But, just as quickly, she pulled away and said more quietly, "Beau, I'm meeting some friends just around the corner. Check it out!" Then she skipped off.
Alan stood for a minute to ponder the issue of P.D.A. - public displays of affection. It occurred to him that it was something he and Amy would have to discuss. No doubt she was eager to all but fuck him in the school hallways when she saw him, so it was up to him to set the boundaries. Just like with Sis, I've got to be the responsible one.
He belatedly made his way around the corner and saw Amy some distance away, standing in the middle of a cluster of girls. She was the most attractive, but the others were quite pretty, too. She talked with great animation and glee, as usual, and he wondered why she wanted him to see this discussion in particular. It was too far for him to hear what she was saying to the others, but then she started to gesture with her hands.
Alan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Amy's hands flew back and forth in front of her in what could only be a demonstration of her handjob techniques. Clearly she was showing the others just what she did to her new boyfriend, and just how she did it.
Then, as if that wasn't enough, she held a hand in front of her face, as if to grip an invisible penis, and began to mime her cocksucking technique. Her face was one of near rapture. The other girls all looked on with excitement and envy.
Alan peeked around the hall corner like a bad spy, not hiding himself that well.
Amy suddenly turned his way, and smiled and waved with the hand not holding the imaginary penis.
He instantly turned red as a beet.
The girls saw him and broke into very embarrassed giggles.
He awkwardly waved to the crowd of girls, and then fled down the hallway where he'd just come from, even though his class was in the other direction.
As he walked a longer route to his tennis class, he thought, Dang. There's been this rising interest in me from the girls at this school, as I've become this increasingly sexy and mature guy in recent weeks but no one knew why. I've become the "mystery guy." People are asking, "Who is he going with, and what are they doing?" But now Amy is touting my sexual skills like some kind of carnival barker. I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the attention is only going to increase, and I already have more great women in my life than I can possibly handle. This is crazy! I know Amy means well, but I've got a very bad feeling about this.
Reality intruded on Alan's life as he had to play tennis for an hour.
But then he had his "appointment" with the cheerleaders after school. He was almost afraid to go into the theater room when school ended. He wondered just what kind of bizarreness he'd face next.
The only thing he knew was that he had to finish off Janice's painting job, as he'd never gotten around to painting her most private places the day before. He didn't know who would be there, though he expected to see Janice, Joy, and Heather, just like last time.
But to his surprise, when he arrived Joy wasn't there and Amy was. (Katherine, of course, was missing, as she wanted to avoid any sexual situation with the other cheerleaders where her incestuous relationship with Alan might get accidentally exposed.)
Alan was let in by Heather.
She seemed to be in a surly mood, as was Janice, no doubt from their continuing feud with each other. It appeared the two of them had reached some kind of truce so they could (barely) tolerate each other, in order to get through their cheerleading practices. But both of them radiated hatred for each other.
It occurred to Alan that his arrival probably greatly inflamed the situation, as the two of them would be competing for his attention.
Amy, on the other hand, was living on a different planet - a very happy planet. She seemed to be totally oblivious to the ill feelings that filled the room. Heather had opened the door for Alan, but it was Amy he greeted as she tackled him with a big hug the second the door was opened.
"My love!" she cried with joy, like she'd been separated from him for months.
Heather grudgingly closed the door, which allowed Amy to throw off whatever restraints she might have and kiss Alan in an all-out body grope.
As Alan French kissed his new girlfriend, he briefly pondered her words. "My love." There's that phrase again. This can't be good, if both Glory and Amy see me as their one true love. And then, of course, Sis feels the same way. And let's not even talk about Mom. Or Aunt Suzy. Holy fuck! Too many women, and I love them all. This keeps building and building, and it's bound to explode sooner or later. He sighed, even as he continued to kiss and caress.
He gave in and let himself enjoy the French kissing for a bit, until Heather said in a nasty tone, "My, my. The two little lovebirds sure do love each other. But I didn't come here to watch you two make out."
Alan broke away from Amy and regarded Heather. Heather was dressed in her street clothes, as was Amy and Janice.
Heather glared at him icily and stiffly, while Janice was in a similar stance, except she glared at Heather instead.
"Nice to see you too, Heather," Alan said with a touch of sarcasm.
He'd managed to open Amy's top and take off her bra during the grope, and now he idly fondled her bare tits, making her squirm and moan. He knew that it was easier to deal with Heather when she was aroused, and he also knew the bisexual Heather would enjoy his fondling of Amy's ample rack. For some reason, he had no lack of confidence when doing this kind of thing around the imposing Heather.
In a kinder tone, he turned to Janice and greeted her.
Janice said hello and smiled back, but it looked forced. She obviously was trying her best, but she was in a sour mood already.
Although it was the end of school, Alan felt rushed because, frankly, he couldn't wait to go home and have fun with Susan and whoever else happened to be there. Now that he'd had double blowjobs twice the day before, he was eager to see what other new combinations and surprises there were. He also felt bad about Susan waiting for him. He knew she pretty much counted the minutes after school let out.
He thought, Wow, what does it say that I'd rather be at home alone with Mom than play around with literally half the cheerleading squad? Yes, Mom is that beautiful and sexy. Not to mention an awesome cocksucker! And if Aunt Suzy is there and they want to "help me" at the same time ... Wow! But still, I've got a job to do here, and it should be pretty fun. Besides, Mom is so generally good-natured and tolerant that I have a little bit of time to play with before she starts to get too antsy.
Staring at both Heather and Janice, he said, "Before we get started, we need to straighten something out here. Just what the hell is the burr up your butts, you two? I'm not going to do anything until we get this out in the open and resolved."
He paused, but neither said a word. So he crossed his arms and goaded, "Well? I'm waiting."
The two remained silent and looked everywhere but at him.
Finally, Janice said, "I'd like to talk to you about it, but not here. Not with Heather here." She practically spat out the word "Heather."
Heather was more stubborn and didn't say anything at all, but just stood with her arms crossed and a deep frown on her face.
Alan thought to himself, Aggressiveness works. I've got to be really "balls out" here.
Inside, he was uncertain about what to do, but outwardly, he appeared in command. He said with a shrug, "Okay, if that's the way it's going to be, then we have two options. One, I can leave right now. I see no reason to help either of you as long as you're acting like complete bitches. Two, the two of you kiss and make up. And I do mean that literally. If the two of you can bring each other off, then and only then will I do the painting. And to give you some incentive, I'll fuck the first one to make the other one cum."
Worried that might make them too aggressive, he added, "Or the one who makes the other one cum more tenderly and lovingly. I'll decide which when it's done."
Heather and Janice stared at him in astonishment. They both could hardly believe what he had demanded, yet both of them knew that they would do it if it meant a chance to get fucked by him. He was that good.
Heather was chagrined with appreciation at the twisted brilliance of his plan. It was something she wished she'd been able to do with her lovers, but she never had.
Amy, meanwhile, pouted because Alan had stopped massaging her tits. She'd taken the rest of her blouse off already. She thrust her chest out at him and arched her back backwards at an almost improbable angle to gain his attention.
He took notice and resumed his fondling.
She cooed in reply, seemingly unconcerned with the feud in front of her.
He imagined that if it were up to her to resolve the conflict, she would say something simple like, "Hey, you two, be nice. Don't fight."
"I'm in a hurry," Alan barked. "Get naked before I get mad and decide to leave. You too, Amy."
Amy threw him a playful salute, and said, "Yes, sir!" in a giggly, chirpy tone. She actually made a peace sign with her fingers as she made her salute - she was very big on the peace sign. Even though she wasn't a "hippy chick," the phrase "make love, not war" fit her perfectly.
Heather also said "Yes, sir," but in a mocking, sarcastic tone. Yet she didn't hesitate to quickly take her clothes off, as if she was a private responding to a military command.
Janice didn't say anything at all, but just stripped at a slower pace. She continued to seethe at Heather all the while.
Alan was very pleased with himself. The group seemed to be chilling out a bit and coming under his command. He said, "I'm not horny enough. Do something to get me going."
Heather shot him an angry look, but she walked over to Amy and whispered in her ear. Alan didn't hear it, but she said, "You heard him. Kiss me and touch me to get him horny. You're his girlfriend now; you've got to do that kind of shit."
Janice, meanwhile, continued to slowly undress. She was stalling for time because she didn't want to have to touch Heather if she didn't have to.
Heather and Amy kissed on the lips, and then Amy began slowly working her way down Heather's body, kissing along the way. She quickly got down to Heather's pussy and started kissing and licking there.
Heather just remained standing imperiously, not doing anything in return to Amy. She was pleased with herself for thinking of a way to turn this situation to her advantage.
Alan was enjoying the sight but then it came to him that this was another one of Heather's power plays. She was taking his official girlfriend and having her service Heather's pleasure. So it became all about Heather's enjoyment instead of about his or Amy's.
He rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, enough of that. Heather, I see your little game."
"What?" Heather asked with mock innocence. Her face was triumphant.
"Here's something that'll wipe away that sneer," he said. "I want you and Janice to get it on. Right here, right now."
Janice and Heather both started to protest at the same time.
But Alan cut in with a sharp, "Shut up! I'm in charge here. Janice, lie on top of Heather. Use that couch in the back of the stage."
There were a lot of dirty looks all around, but the two of them migrated there and left the last of their clothes behind.
Alan was still dressed, but he didn't stay that way for long. He dropped his shorts to the floor. With Amy standing next to him, he turned to her, gave her a happy wink and said, "You know what to do."
Amy again replied with a cheery "Yes, sir," and went to work on his cock with both hands. "Should I suck it?" she asked enthusiastically.
Alan noticed Heather derisively mouthing the words "Should I suck it?" while rolling her eyes and non-verbally mocking Amy's cheerfulness. He pretended not to notice, instead answering Amy, "Up to you. Maybe you want to alternate, because I don't think you're gonna want to miss Heather and Janice. Check those two out. It should be veeeery interesting."
Amy muttered a quick "M'kay." But apparently she was more interested in his erection than the show, because she immediately dropped to her knees and began to suck on his bulbous knob.
Alan smiled widely. As he reflected many times a day, he couldn't believe how great everything in his life was.
Chapter 2Heather eyed Janice warily as Janice tried to figure out how to set herself down on the head cheerleader. "Don't you dare scratch me, or I'll claw your eyeballs out," Heather warned menacingly.
"The same," Janice spat back. "Don't try anything or I'll pop the silicone sacks in your fake tits with MY nails!"
Alan looked at the two girls' hands from where he stood and realized with relief that, in fact, neither girl had long fingernails.
"Fake?" Heather countered. "Who says they're fake? You WISH you had tits half as big as mine!" They were fake, but Heather wasn't willing to easily concede that fact.
Janice lay down on Heather just after hearing that, which inspired Heather to add snidely, "And don't crush my face with your fat ass."
"Fat?! I have a perfect ass, you lard butt. Alan, don't you like my ass? Whose do you like? My ass, or Ms. Silicone Wide Load here?"
With that, all lingering remnants of civility completely broke down. They both began attacking each other in an unrestrained cat fight. Janice got behind Heather and tried to pin her to the floor.
But Alan quickly shouted out, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey, HEY! Stop that!" That only slowed them down a bit, so he yelled even more forcefully, "Stop moving! FREEZE! Freeze altogether!"
That finally brought them to a halt. But they still seemed raring to go at each other at the slightest provocation.
Heather said between gritted teeth, "What? We're just settling our differences."
"Hey, you two," Alan complained. "I'm in charge, and you'll do what I say. Your goal is to get each other off, not kill each other. And no talking, since you two are unlikely to say anything nice. Just do it. Get each other off."
Amy still had her face between his thighs, happily sucking him off as he talked.
His new commands caused the two angry girls to redirect their attention to the assigned task at hand.
As indicated by Heather's mocking concern at having her face crushed, Janice positioned herself in a sixty-nine position over Heather, figuring that pussy licking was the fastest way to get the job done for both of them.
Their tongues got to work quickly and easily enough, but the problem for each was where to put their hands. Grasps quickly turned to scratches. Heather, not surprisingly, was particularly aggressive, and scratched at Janice's lower back like a cat with bared claws.
Alan was again relieved that neither had long fingernails, but long, red marks were made just the same. Had there been any blood, he would have stopped things immediately, but he figured that a certain amount of abuse was inevitable given their mutual hatred for each other.
Amy looked over her shoulder from time to time to see how the other two girls were doing, but generally she was fully content to focus on the cock in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, she alternated from sucking to licking, and whispered to him, "Beau, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Is there some reason why you're not fucking me already? Don't you want to fuck? We could do it right now."
"I know. But when we do it, I want it to be something really special. This scene is way too seedy. It should be just you and me, after a really special night."
"M'kay." Her voice was sad.
He quietly added, "Maybe tonight, even. I'll see if my little guy is up for it." He mused at the irony that earlier in the day it was Glory who had said that they should wait to fuck until they could have a more romantic setting, and now he was the one using the same line on Amy. But it was true. He wanted it to be a memory that would last her a lifetime.
"M'kay!" She said this with much more enthusiasm. She took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could manage and sucked with greater vigor.
Alan could hardly concentrate on the hot lesbian scene in front of him, given the way Amy was going at it. She'd gotten a lot better at cocksucking lately. He figured he knew why, because he detected her performing some of Suzanne's special moves. He wished he could have been a fly on the wall as Suzanne gave cocksucking lessons to her daughter.
But he did his best to watch the others despite Amy's arousing distractions. Janice and Heather had settled down into a pattern that was part cat fight, part sex. As an observer, it was a very hot thing for him to watch, especially since he knew their emotions were completely real. It was as if they each were two different people: one represented by the tongue, which lapped with great fervor, and the other represented by the hands, attacking and grasping aggressively. Both of them scratched all over and left fingernail marks everywhere, even as they passionately licked pussies and clits.
Alan came close to a climax. However he was able to put his hands on Amy's head and pull her away so he could rest and then keep going. He pulled her just out of range of his boner, but she playfully stuck her tongue out as far as it could go and just barely managed to reach the tip of his erection from time to time. It was a fun game, even if it didn't help him calm down very much.
While her mouth was temporarily unoccupied, he quietly asked her, "Aims, why were you telling all your friends today about your handjob and cocksucking technique?"
"Two reasons. One, I want to be very frank with them so they'll want to share their experiences and I can learn from them too and get that much better at it. It's hard to compete with mymm- many others." She was going to say "my mom and Aunt Susan and Kat," but luckily she realized Janice and Heather might hear, even though they were increasingly self-involved and she and Alan were being carefully to talk quietly. Still, one couldn't be too careful.
She continued, "Two, and the main reason, is I want them to all know what a great lover you are and how totally super-amazing it is to even suck your thingy. The more beautiful the girl is, the more I hype you up. That way, you'll never have to go without. If you're in class, and you get hard, hopefully some cute girl sitting next to you will take notice, which isn't hard the way your thingy always boings up in your tight shorts. Then maybe she can reach over and lend you a hand."
Alan practically swooned with delight. He was blown away at her giving and sharing sprit. He was also blown away by her very sexy classroom idea. "What? Right in the middle of class? Do you realize how impossible that is? Even for me, in my surreal, unbelievable world, that could never, ever happen."
She conceded the point, though she commented, "Well, it might happen if I was sitting next to you. Too bad we don't have any classes like that. But, in any case, that's what the breaks between classes are for. So we cheerleaders and others can all take turns sucking you off."
As if to illustrate, she lunged forward, pushing against the hands on her head. She succeeded in swallowing his entire cockhead before he pushed her back. But he didn't push back hard, and the tip of her tongue danced around his piss hole.
Alan shook his head in amazement. As he stared ahead at the lesbian fight-fuck, he marveled, "Aims, do you have any idea about the limitations of the male body? I can only cum so many times a day. With all the great girls I can choose from, I'm not going to waste an opportunity on some girl at school I hardly even know. So please don't spread rumors. If I did want a quick blowjob between classes, if there was even time, which there isn't, I'd want to do it with you." He stroked her hair lovingly and smiled down at her.
That made Amy very happy. "M'kay! Cool! But don't you want to try some others out, just once? All my friends are way super eager to help. You should see how much they adore you now! I think it would be just the wowest thing if every cute girl in school had a chance to get a mouthful of your cum. I don't mind as long as you never forget who your official girlfriend is."
Deciding she'd gone long enough without that mouth-full-of-cock feeling, she pressed forward even more forcefully and took his erection in again. Her lips resumed their happy sliding.
But Alan wasn't ready yet. He was still on a hair trigger. "Wait! Wait, Aims! Just hold it there for a minute."
So she held it there until he gave her a sign that she could keep going.
Meanwhile, Alan kept watching Heather and Janice, which didn't help him recover any. He eventually decided that it would be rude to keep Amy waiting any longer.
Finally allowed to keep going, she mumbled, "Today I already learned some stuff from one girl that I can do with my teeth. Here. Let me try." She put his cock between her cheek and teeth, as if she was brushing her teeth with his dick. That was something she'd never done before. She scraped across it with her teeth, again rather like brushing.
No one had done that to him before, not even Suzanne. Most of Suzanne's cocksucking tricks involved her tongue, since hers was so unusually long and dexterous. But he liked Amy's new technique too.
He looked past Amy and saw Janice and Heather attacking each other even more aggressively. To his great surprise, he realized that both of them had already cum, yet they were still at it. It looked like they had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
He grunted through clenched teeth to Amy's bobbing head below, "Maybe you shouldn't stop telling your friends what you're doing, as long as you keep learning tricks like that."
"M'kay!" she mumbled through her cock-filled mouth.
He thought, Thank God for good ol' Aims. When everyone else is getting more and more jealous, she only wants to share me even more. What a perfect girlfriend. Am I charmed with amazing luck or what?
Then a disturbing thought occurred to him. "Aims, scratch that. Do you realize, the way you've been talking in the last day or two, no doubt everyone is going to think that you're a total slut. You should stop talking before you ruin your reputation."
She laughed, and sat up some more so she could titfuck him while she talked. "But why should they say that? I'm so totally NOT a slut. The only guy I've ever been with is you, except for that stupid Jack Johnson, and he just touched me a little bit. I've made it clear that I'm only having sex with you. The only way I'm a slut is if I'm an Alan slut. I'll spread my legs for you anytime, anywhere, Beau."
She giggled, "Right here is good." She adjusted her position to place his dick in her cleavage. It was time for a titfuck.
Her tongue flickered at the tip of his boner again as she slid his cock up and down her cleavage. She didn't prepare with any lubrication, but she didn't need to because his pole was soaked with his pre-cum and her saliva.
It dawned on him that his titfucks of Amy had been far too few and far between. Then it further dawned on him that he wouldn't be able to fully appreciate it because there was no way he could hold out another minute.
He looked at Janice and Heather. They both were now sitting up on the couch. They rubbed their pussies against each other while kissing passionately.
He was stunned yet again at the turn of events, because they were really getting into each other. Sometimes it even appeared like they were looking into each others' eyes with love. Heather's face was even slightly flushed.
Yet at the same time, the anger was still there. They continued to scratch at each other. Both bodies were covered with dozens of tiny red scratch lines, mostly on their hips and lower back.
He further realized that they occasionally whispered to each other quietly, hopeful that he wouldn't hear. Between passionate kisses, they would mutter things like, "Bitch," or "Hussy," or "Carpet Muncher," before attacking another body part with their mouths. Neither paid the slightest bit of attention to him or Amy.
It was all too exciting for Alan. His PC muscle had been battling all this stimulation for a long time now, but it finally lost the fight. He pushed Amy's head deeper into his crotch so there was more cocksucking and less titfucking. He then let loose and deposited a load in her mouth.
Amy slurped it down as quickly as it came out. It was a disappointingly small amount by his usual standards, but she didn't seem to mind.
He staggered away from Amy and tried to get some air.
Amy immediately followed, on her knees, and said, "I want that precious last drop." She was remembering Katherine's semi-joking advice that the last drop was the sweetest. When she got in front of him again, she started to lick his entire crotch clean, even though his penis was fully flaccid. She was following Susan's advice on that one.
Alan braced himself against the couch Janice and Heather were using, and tried to remain upright on wobbly knees.
That finally reminded them of his presence, but they still didn't stop. Slowly but surely, they worked themselves up to climax. With one final orgasm for each of them in what no doubt had been a long series, they clawed and scratched and cussed themselves to completion.
Finally, they disengaged and flopped down into the couch, facing away from each other.
Heather was the first to speak. "I have to admit, Janice, that was surprisingly good. You're not too bad. Thanks." Her tone was one of grudging respect.
Janice replied, "Thanks, Joy." She quickly threw a hand over her mouth and blushed as she realized she'd said "Joy," not "Heather."
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