Chapter 659 Fucking Janice (5 Million Views)

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Heather was so weary and her ass was so sore that she went outside to a bench where she could be alone and sit down. She quickly realized though that her ass didn't like that, and she stood back up. As she thought about everything that had just happened, she felt a great anger welling up within her, and at first, she directed some of her hate at Alan.

I'm gonna get you for this, Alan Plummer! God dammit, I can't even sit down now, thanks to you. Just how am I supposed to get through my next class, not to mention cheerleading practice? "Sorry girls, someone else is going to have to lead the practice today 'cos Alan fucked my butt way too hard." As if! And Janice is going to be snickering to herself at every visible sign of my anal discomfort, even if she does miraculously keep her big mouth shut.

Oh God! Today's game day! What a nightmare! That's ten times worse. How on Earth am I going to be able to cheerlead in front of so many people when I can barely walk? Damn you, Alan! I'll bet you fucked my ass on game day on purpose, just to rub in your supposed superiority.

Who does he think he is, anyways? He's got some kind of gall. He thinks he's all Mr. Hot Stuff, calling me all those mean things and treating me like a piece of meat. Making me beg and say all those humiliating things. Ha! We'll see who's begging soon, nerd boy! I can't wait until the tables are turned and I'm slapping his butt and getting him to cry for mercy. Hell, I could fuck HIS ass with a strap-on! Wouldn't that be the best?! You're going to be sorry you ever crossed me. You and Janice. I'll get you both. That's gonna be sweet! I can taste victory already.

She paced in circles around the bench. The other students milling about were going inside because lunch was nearly over. She repeatedly rubbed her ass cheeks, trying to ease the burning sensation she felt between them. The problem was, that burning was slowly turning into an itchy hot feeling, one that she knew couldn't be scratched, except by Alan. Damn. I feel like I'm gonna be walking funny for weeks. Why does that fucker have to fucking fuck so damn fucking good?! It's annoying.

The problem is that Alan is seriously the only real man in this school. He's got what I want. The whole thing was humiliating, but shit, it's so fucking intense. I honestly loved it! I even loved all the names, though if Janice breathes ONE WORD...

Shit. Even I can't believe that I loved being called a "cum dumpster." He really has some balls, especially considering he's basically a nerd. He's completely fearless! The truth is, I have to admire how he played me like a fiddle, playing me against Janice and against my own lust. He thinks he's some kind of nice guy, but the truth is he's a Machiavellian manipulator just like I am. That's a man after my own heart. What's amazing is how he gets just what he wants and still keeps that nice guy nerdy image. Impressive. God, that just makes me want to fuck him even more!

I wonder if I could actually be falling in love. Finally, a real challenge, someone WORTHY of my attention! I'm going to get my revenge and prove that I'm at least his equal. Wait. What am I saying? I'm his superior in every way! He'll soon see that all the other girls he fucks are just pathetic wallflowers. Amy? Hah! Nice big butt, cute face, and decent mams, sure, but that's hardly reason enough to pick her for a girlfriend. What's she got that I don't have, and then some? It can't be her personality since she's a fucking airhead. What's the challenge in HER?

She pounded a fist into an open palm with determination. I'm going to make him see that I'm the only one in this school worthy of being his girlfriend. Anyone who stands between him and me is going to feel my wrath. Amy is too sweet and innocent to take on directly. There's no sport in it; it would be like taking candy from a baby. But I'll elbow her and the likes of Janice aside soon enough. And then he will be mine. All mine! She felt her asshole throb hotly, as if in endorsement of that idea.

Meanwhile, as Heather mulled over her options, Alan and Janice still had unfinished business back in the theater room.

As Alan heard Heather close the door, he was reminded to look up at the clock. Oh no. I've got to make this a fast fuck, because I'm going to be late to the psychologist's appointment if I don't hustle. I wonder what's going to happen there? This could be really pivotal.

He turned his attention back to Janice. He put his hands on her bobbing head, and said, "Um, I think you can stop now. I'm definitely as hard as I'll ever get."

She sat back up and wiped her chin and lips clean.

He asked her, "Are you okay?"

She stared off into space. "Thanks for asking. I'm still pissed off at that bitch. To think that she would do all kinds of dreadful things to Joy. I don't care about me, I can defend myself. But attacking Joy to get at me? That's hitting below the belt."

Alan decided that Janice needed a hug. He was right; she held on to him like a life preserver. They remained hugging like that for a couple of minutes. Finally, the bell rang, indicating that there was only one minute until the start of fifth period.

He pulled away. "Uh oh. Time's up. The bell's not a problem for me 'cos I'm actually not going back to class today. I have a doctor's appointment. But I imagine you're gonna be late. Sorry the time slipped away."

Janice asked, "What, you don't want to fuck? I'm still up for it. I'm hardly ever late, so I can be massively late just this once. The truth is, I'm so stressed out. Heather really upset me. Disturbed me. She talked about killing me, even if it was just a figure of speech. I found out with my old boyfriend that fucking can be a great stress reliever. I NEED this."

"Okay. That's cool. The truth is I need it for the same reason. Of course, the fact that you're in my arms and we're both naked and you're such a hottie and a cutie doesn't hurt."

Janice giggled, happy with his compliments.

He held her tighter and leaned in to her conspiratorially. "Here's another thing you should never tell anyone else. I act all tough around Heather, but the truth is I'm scared of her too. She's one scary bitch, that's for sure!"

Janice sighed with relief. "Really? I'm glad to hear that. I was beginning to think you were superhuman or something. I say that I can defend myself, but that's just a front. I'm soooo not going to talk! I may hate her guts, but I'm not stupid."

The two of them slowly transitioned from comforting each other to making out, and then to fucking. It was a relatively quick transition, spurred on by the awareness that she had to get back to class and he had to get to his appointment.

But Alan wasn't in such a hurry that he would overly rush a nice cheerleader fuck. So they had good, gentle sex, more like making love than simple fucking. He again made sure to use another condom for protection from STDs, even though he knew that Janice, like all the cheerleaders, was on the pill.

Alan found it a relief after what he did to Heather to make tender, caring love, with sweet words of affection instead of name-calling.

They both knew that this wasn't meant to be some kind of virtuoso, athletic sexual performance, but just a low key stress reliever. Still, it turned out to be very satisfying for both of them.

As Alan fucked, he again pondered the issue of aggressiveness. It seemed to him that with some females, such as Heather, he went too far, and with others, such as his mother, he didn't go far enough. He wondered how he was changing overall, and if he could strike the right balance with everyone.

Back on the Orange County street where the Pestridges lived, Suzanne sat alone in her car. She was about to drive off to do some shopping when she found herself overcome with worry. She was somewhat nervous about how things were going between Susan and Xania, but not too nervous. If there had been a major problem, Xania would have called her already. The issue that caused her to worry was imagining what Xania and Alan might do together.

Sweetie's sexually involved with a LOT of women these days, far too many for him to think of me enough. Xania is a damned good lover, and she's got an incredible, stacked body - just the kind he loves. By the time she's done with him, I'll probably be in the back of his mind: "Suzanne? Sure. I remember my Aunt Suzy. She's nice to have around for a good laugh and a blowjob. She's starting to understand her place in things. She does just what I say."

No! That's not how he's going to see me. He has to realize that I love him more than anyone else does and that I'm not just another good fuck. This is not just about sex for me; I LOVE him. I really do! He's my cute little Sweetie! He needs to realize that I love him just as much as Susan does! I don't want to take anything away from her, but in my mind he's my son as much or even more than Brad is. If he doesn't love me back the way I love him, I don't know what I'll do!

Suzanne started to feel the tears flow, but she steeled herself and cut off the urge the cry. She was too proud for that.

It was a mistake to allow Xania to fuck him as part of her reward for doing this. We had a bit of a rivalry back in our college days, always stealing boyfriends from each other. If she tries to steal him away from me, there's going to be hell to pay, that's for sure! I've risked everything to be with him. I could go to prison with my schemes, but I'd do it all over again and then some if we could become the lovers we are in my dreams. If it weren't for the fact that she lives in L.A., I'd rush up there and put a stop to things. But she obviously can't steal him away if she lives that far off, right?

Why did I set it up for them to fuck? What was I thinking?! It sounded good at the time - that getting the two of them together would help draw Xania back into my life so we could be close friends again. But God knows he's fucking enough other women already. Why do I want to compete with yet another incredibly sexy woman for his attention? Thank God she lives far off, at least.

It's too late to stop them from fucking now. But I have to reassert my control over this whole situation, just the same. It keeps slipping away. I've gone far too long without fucking him. Maybe that's my problem. I can't wait any longer. Once I fuck him, he'll realize that the others are just fun diversions, but I'm the real deal. I can prove my love with my sexual talents and desire. Not only that, but all schemes aside, I need some satisfaction, dammit! I NEED that deep satisfaction only a profoundly prolonged and filling fucking can provide. I know from the way he plowed my ass that he'll be able to deliver and then some. But this stupid weekend hiking trip of his is ruining everything. There's no way I can wait till Monday.

She pondered that problem for quite a few minutes, then came to a conclusion. Or, maybe ... should I say, this stupid hiking trip of his WAS ruining everything. I think I just figured out a way to get that trip canceled. And with Alan home all weekend, without anything on his schedule, there will be time for the kind of first-fuck extravaganza that I've been waiting for. Yes! God, I've been waiting for this SOOOO LONG!

As she began to plot out her plans, something suddenly occurred to Suzanne. Wait a second. The whole point of Susan's visit with Xania is to finally break down the last remaining barriers between mother and son. But what if the visit is TOO successful in that regard? What if they're ready to immediately fuck like bunnies? I'll be completely forgotten! I have to get him to fuck me first. Only after I've secured my place as his number one woman, only then should they fuck.

Suzanne sighed. What a web I've weaved. I've promised not to do any harm to anyone with my schemes, but if Susan is well and truly ready to fuck her son and I try to delay that, then I'm hurting her. And she's my best friend and places her complete trust in me - I can't betray that trust. I just have to hope to God that she leaves Xania with some lingering reservations so I have more time to play with.

Yes. I'm probably worrying too much. At the very least, Susan is going to ask me for my advice when she comes home, and if I suggest she should wait a few more days to get her head together, is that really so bad? Isn't that the kind of prudent advice I'd give her in any case?

She avoided answering that last question, because she knew the answer would be 'No'. She bit her lip in worry. Well, I know one thing. I hope Sweetie is rested enough and mentally ready for a roller coaster, because I'm going to fuck him like he's never been fucked! I'm going to fuck him eighteen different ways before Monday, and give him the sexual trip of his life so he'll never forget who the best fucker around here is. This is going to be the best weekend ever!

Feeling better now, Suzanne started her car and pulled out into the road. There was a big smile on her face. Her desire to fuck had dulled her scheming skills and she knew it. But it didn't bother her terribly at the moment because she knew that Alan's penis would be flooding her vagina with cum by tomorrow at the latest. Her face looked content and relaxed, but her hands on the steering wheel trembled in anticipation.