Chapter 836 Xania Being Extra Sexy When Mad And Getting Fucked! ['Someone' Sponsored]

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While Xania was still breathing hard, she raised an eyebrow as a new idea came to her that she felt compelled to immediately express. "You don't think she might even be in love with you, do you? That could make her truly dangerous and unpredictable."

Alan recalled Simone saying how Heather was acting "gushy" and "dreamy" towards him. Those sound like normal signs of love, for a normal person. But Heather? No way. She's simply not capable of loving anyone but herself.

He answered, "Nah. Thank God. What about the idea I was telling you about, to pass her on to my friend Sean?"

"Alan, you're a special kid. You have some very special sexual talents, especially for someone your age. It's different with older guys - I've known some guys who were great fucks, some even better than you. But we're talking teenagers here, so I'm sure you're operating on a whole other level. I don't care if your friend is hung like a horse, because you said he's a complete virgin. No matter how much you teach him in a few weeks, he's still not going to be your equal."

"Hey, I learned to fuck like this in a few weeks. Why can't he?"

She took another glance all around, as she was still doing from time to time, still worried about the neighbors she figured she'd woken up with her loud screams. "Trust me, you're unique. The joy of sex is as much or more mental than physical. I can already tell that you're a natural at the mental aspect. Look at what you're doing to me right now. You're playing me like a fiddle! I know you are, and I keep thinking I won't let your tricks work on me, and yet they still do. Bastard!"

She stuck her tongue out at him playfully, because she didn't mean any malice.

She continued, "I'll bet that's the main reason Heather is so into you. You've figured out how to push her buttons. You probably get her hot to trot before you even touch her."

"I guess that's true," he said. "But it doesn't seem like rocket science to me. I'm a smart guy, but Sean is just as smart. I could teach him what I know easily enough. And he can learn the physical part too. Everything I know about that I learned on the fly in a matter of weeks."

Xania replied, "Not good enough. Sure, he might quench her fuck thirst a bit, if he has some talent and the right attitude, but she's still going to want you as the best fuck in town. I know her type. She gets what she wants and she wants the best, which right now just so happens to be you. Even if he learns to be your sexual equal in every way, she's got her heart set on you, and he's not you. Period! So he's a partial solution at best. I guess you're just going to have to resign yourself to continually fucking the head cheerleader and most attractive girl in school."

She laughed as she added, "Sounds like the rough life."

Somehow, she found that her pussy had resumed rhythmically clenching around his still fully sheathed erection. She thought, Dammit, what's wrong with me? I just told myself that I'd stop. What is it with this guy that makes me so very horny? Is it that we're outside, where we could be seen by anyone at any moment? Is it the fact that he's fucking his mother, his sister, Suzanne, and seemingly every damn other woman who crosses his path? He's not really "all that." But he IS playing me like a fiddle somehow anyway. He makes me so horny that it's crazy! It's taking all my willpower not to just bounce up and down on him with wild abandon!

Again, Alan couldn't help but notice Xania's talented pussy movements, but again he pretended like that wasn't happening and tried his best to keep his promise and stay still. But he figured that promise didn't say anything about the rest of her, so he was having a field day playing with her hefty boobs with both hands.

Yet, since she was doing most of the work with her now non-stop pussy-clenchings, he wasn't that winded, and he continued to talk at length. "Hey. You're falling for her propaganda too, eh? She's NOT the most beautiful girl in school - she just keeps saying that. Amy and Sis tie for that in my book, not to mention Christine. I merely called her very beautiful."

Huffing and puffing from all the highly arousing almost-fucking, he nevertheless managing to keep talking, "But anyways, speaking of Sean, it sounds like you'd know just what he needs to impress Heather. You describe Heather so perfectly based on my brief description that I'd swear you must know her already. I was thinking about having some of the other cheerleaders teach Sean how to fuck. In fact, one of them has already started in on that. But you're right. They're just girls. They don't know what they're doing, kind of like me a couple of months ago. They're not a good test of Heather's high standards and unique lusts. I think you should teach Sean with some hands-on lessons. What do you think of that?"

Xania asked, "Are you trying to pimp me out?"

He frowned. "Come on. It's not like that at all. There's no money involved. Why do you have to be like that? Don't make sex into some kind of sordid thing."

She replied, "I know. I'm sorry. I guess I was just testing you there, somehow, to make sure your motives were pure. The truth is, I'd be delighted! You say he's attractive, and smart, and reasonably well hung from what you can guess. Furthermore, he's nearly a complete virgin. It sounds like a very fun project. There's no way I can make him so studly that he'll make Heather forget about you, unless maybe he has a penis the size of a baseball bat..."

"He doesn't."

"I figured not. But at least we can get him to a point where he'll hopefully take up a lot of Heather's sexual energy. How long do I get to turn him into a relentless and ruthless anal violator?"

On the surface, it seemed like they were speaking normally, but at the same time, there was a "war" going on. Xania had heard about Alan's impressive stamina, and she'd even experienced it directly. She wanted to find out just how much he could handle. So even though neither of them were directly acknowledging what was happening, she was going all out to get him to cum. Because her arms were tied, plus the fact that he seemed determined to keep his cock as still as he could, her options were limited. Right now, she was alternating between churning her hips on him and using her pussy squeezing techniques.

He was up for the challenge. It was like a game, and part of the game was to pretend their fucking wasn't happening at all. He had an advantage in that he still had his hands on her breasts, so he could tease her nipples and caress her tit-slopes, giving him another "front" in the "war" that she couldn't match.

He continued to talk coherently, even though that was increasingly hard to do. "Things seem to be coming to a head with the Heather situation, and also with the Glory situation. My 'Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!' sensors are blinking red. I think it would be best if maybe you could take him for the weekend and have him ready by Monday."

Xania lifted herself up, then impaled herself on his stiff rod. That wasn't easy to do without hands, but it felt absolutely incredible for both of them. "Monday? This kid's a babe in the woods. I'm glad you told me he has a nasty streak deep down or the whole idea would be hopeless. But still, it takes a lot longer than two days to cultivate one's inner bad boy."

She paused to impale herself on him again. "UGH! HNNG!"

Grunting loudly like that was a sign of losing the unspoken game they were playing, so she went back to mere pussy squeezing for a while. "I can try my best, but you're gonna need further help after that. And I can't devote my life to this, as much as I might like to. Two intensive days is all I can spare. You'll have to get him up to my place in L.A., though. If I'm down here, I'm gonna want to spend all my time fucking you and the rest of your lovely group."

"You would? What about the fact that I keep you tied up and well tickled?" He playfully attempted to tickle her armpits, although he didn't have much success since her pinned back upper arms were in position to block him.

She grinned as she tried to wiggle her way out of his tickle reach. In so doing, she only gyrated and squeezed on his boner even more. "Hey, if I don't come back here, when am I going to get my revenge?"

He went back to fondling her big breasts, making her moan loudly and lustily when he squeezed both her nipples at once.

She couldn't resist, and lifted herself up again only to spear back down on him again. She managed not to groan out loud this time, but thought, FUUUUUCK! That feels heavenly! I'm such a slut! Here I am, naked and bound in some strange backyard, and bouncing and churning and squeezing his cock like my life depends on it, and yet he shows no signs of cumming. Damn him! I'm getting tired. What do I have to do here?!

Alan pondered the Sean situation. Or at least he tried to, since he was also very preoccupied by simply recovering from her latest impaling.

But she was keeping relatively still for once as she recovered too.

That enabled him to say, "Hmmm. So he should go to L.A., huh? I think we may be able to get some kind of cover story going with that. I'll have to get Aunt Suzy's expert scheming advice to work out the details. But thanks for the offer to help. Heather is just far too insatiable right now, and nobody else seems to be giving her the kind of fucking she needs. She needs an alternative or she's going to, I dunno, kidnap me or something so she can have me 24 hours a day."

"I agree. But remember I said that Sean alone won't satisfy her. You will have to come to some kind of understanding with her. So talk to her, soon. You say you can tell she's up to no good, so why not talk to her at school today?"

Alan was jarred by the reminder that he'd have to go to school before too long. "Maybe I will. But that reminds me: what to do about Glory, my history teacher? Heather obviously knows about her and me, and the other cheerleaders know, although nobody has any hard proof. Worse, Heather knows about me and Sis, and she could tell that to Glory, and who knows else! Luckily no one can prove anything yet, but still. I tell you, the whole situation is about to explode!"

Suddenly, Xania felt her self-restraint falling away. She was no longer content with a subtle style of fucking, and she began bouncing on him in earnest. This was actually a bit dangerous, because merely remaining sitting up with her hands tied behind her back was a constant balancing act. With active bouncing, it would be all too easy to fall over.

To make matters worse, he stopped playing with her tits and sat back. As long as he'd been doing that, that had helped keep her stabilized. But she was so horny that she didn't care.

With the game seeming to be over, she shouted, "Speaking of exploding, God dammit! I want you to explode in me!"

He grinned impishly. "No can do. Remember how you made me promise to just stay still inside you?"

"I take it back already! Come on, fuck me good already! But before you do that, you need to untie me."

He could tell that he was winning some unspoken battle of wills, and to start actively fucking her would ruin that. So he just stayed as still as he could and tried his best not to look or sound affected, even though the way she was bouncing up and down on his erection was beyond fantastic. "Awww. I don't think I can do that. You're so cute when you're tied up. Besides, if I untie you, how am I supposed to spank you later?"

She growled and groaned upon hearing that he hadn't forgotten about the spanking. She tried to squirm and writhe her way out of her bonds, but that only resulted in her churning and grinding even more on his cock.

Both of them groaned, loudly, in response. They also both clenched their teeth and grimaced as wave after wave of pure arousal ran through their bodies.

She very nearly climaxed, but she worried that if she did, she'd get spanked even more severely. She was far too worked up by now to have a subtle orgasm that he'd fail to notice.

Then she complained angrily, "Alan, I'm warning you already! My arms are seriously hurting!"

It was true that her arms were bothering her, but the main reason she wanted her arms freed was so she could bounce on him even more aggressively without the fear of falling over.

"And I already told you that you're extra sexy when you're mad." He really did think so. Her stern features made her look smolderingly intense when she frowned, especially when her entire head was bouncing up and down along with the rest of her body, causing her dark brown hair to fly around her face.

She cursed with real anger, "And you won't look so cute after I shove both your legs up your ass!"

"Shucks. I was just about to untie you after all, but I like my legs where they are. And I was soooooo close to doing it."

"Grrr! Evil bastard!" Yet her anger just made her even more aroused somehow. She felt tremendously helpless not being able to use her hands, and that made her hotter too. She kept right on bouncing and churning.

He grinned. "What can I say? Call it a weakness, but I prefer getting my advice from tied-up, buck naked, angry porn stars. I guess I'm kinda weird that way."

Xania let out a tremendously loud groan. "I told you I'm not a porn star!" She sighed again. "So, you're not going to untie me and fuck me good until we finish this discussion?"

He nodded.

She slowed her sexy gyrations to a near stop, for now. "Well, I might as well get this advice over with so you can hopefully untie me already. You do need that talk with Heather. Defuse that bomb. Then talk to the other cheerleaders. There's only three you're worried about, right?"

"Yeah. Kim, Janice, and Joy. It's an unusually small squad, from what I understand, and of course I don't have to worry about Amy and Sis. I know Kim pretty well now, and I don't think I have to worry about her talking. She's been really cool with knowing about Sis and me for a long time now. But Janice and Joy are unknowns. And Heather has another friend named Simone that she confides in. So it's still three, I suppose."

"Talk to those three, then. How do they actually know or suspect anything at all, by the way?"

"Just little things, I guess. Like Glory's name may come up, or Sis's name, and maybe something about my facial expression is telling."

Xania said, "Understandable. It's hard to totally prevent that. But that's a million miles from any proof. Find out where they're at and what they want without confessing to any damaging facts. I don't know what they want, so I can't help you there, but cut a deal. Make an arrangement to ensure their silence. I know you're trying to distance yourself from them, but you should be able to use a little fucking as a reward. If this relationship with Glory is worth keeping then you've got to fight for it, and you'd hardly be suffering to fuck those other girls some more."

He was very relieved to hear that. He strongly suspected that he didn't have the willpower to stop fucking the other girls in school. At least not completely, not yet. For instance, he felt he was only getting started with Simone, and sex with her was fantastic, especially when she was paired with Heather. It was good to have some legitimate excuse to keep going.

Xania's eyes sparkled with mirth as she added, "Again, I pity what a rough life you've got. Most guys your age would literally kill to have your problems."

He bashfully muttered, "Yeah, well..."

"But that still leaves Glory," she pointed out. Her body was trembling all over with fuck need, but she was determined to stay still until the annoying discussion was finally over. Talking and bouncing on his cock or squeezing it seemed far too distracting.

She said, "Now, you said she's very perceptive and she keeps her ear close to the ground. You have to consider that she may figure out your incestuous relationships all by herself, without Heather interfering. You may be great at sexual role-plays, but let's face it, you're not really a great liar about serious things. You're too good and honest at heart to tell real lies convincingly. And you just pointed out that your face can give you away sometimes."

He asked, "What do I do if she does figure it all out?"

"Beg for mercy! And that concludes all of my advice."

He thought, "Beg for mercy?" Oh, man! I'm so screwed. She's gonna figure things out sooner or later. She's too smart not to.

Xania let out a long, satisfied sigh. "Finally! Now, can I take this rope off at least for a while? Please? My arms are really aching. It's been a long time and it really hurts. Now that you forced me to calm down, I'd like to actually take a rest for a while."

He was secretly disappointed to hear she wanted to rest, but he wasn't too disappointed since his boner desperately needed a strategic break too. He deadpanned, "All right, you've been through the school of hard knots and learned the ropes. I've been stringing you along. I guess I should cut you some slack 'cos you're obviously at the end of your rope."

Xania groaned, but she couldn't help but smile at his corny play on words. "Now I know why you tie your guests up. That's so they won't slap you silly for your bad jokes."

"I'm sorry, I really am. Sorry for being knotty. Are you upset?"

"Yes. A bit." She was grinning even more at his "knotty" pun.

"Would you say you're even... fit to be tied?"

She laughed loudly at that, despite herself. "Alan! I thought the Geneva Convention rules against torture made that kind of joke illegal. Now, get me untied already."