Chapter 1108 At last! Fucking Heather.

Chapter 1108 At last! Fucking Heather.

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Alan stepped back, taking Amy, Kim, Janice, and Joy, and thus all their stroking hands, with him. As Heather looked up into his eyes in disappointment and confusion, he began a sarcastic slow clap. "Very nice, Heather. How very nice. Looks like they can stop the search for the new Mother Teresa to take over all those orphanages in India, because we have the new selfless saint right here. Wow. Or maybe we should just notify the Academy Awards for best acting job of the year?"

He looked around at the other girls. "Okay, everybody. New plan. This is going to be a group effort. I want all of you to get up and lay your hands on Heather. Stroke her body all over, focusing on the erogenous zones. But be very fleeting and feathery. Think like the tips of your fingers are feathers. Our goal is to work her up. Don't worry about me for now. I need a break anyway because you all are too sexy. Oh, and save her ass for me."

It was definitely true that he needed a break, and he had no trouble admitting it since it was obvious from his suddenly panting voice. Over the past couple of minutes, Amy and Kim had worked out a system where they were both rubbing his sweet spot at the same time, but with different styles and rhythms. That alone was driving him to the brink, and it took all his self-control to hold out.

They all stood up and gathered round. Kim asked, "I don't get it. Is this supposed to be her reward or punishment?"

"Neither. We still have to get the truth out of her."

"What?" Joy asked. "You don't believe her?"

"Of course not!" Alan answered.

There was a long pause while the others waited for him to elaborate. But it was clear he was breathing hard and needed a break.

Finally, Amy asked, "Um, O.B.? How you doin'?"

He thought while he waited a bit more. That was crazy! So many hands. Hands on top of hands, bumping into other hands. I can't wait to tell Mom. She'll flip! Admittedly, most of that was for show since there just wasn't enough room, but once they got busy on my sweet spot... fuuuuuck! I still need to cum so bad!

He pulled himself together and refocused on the problem at hand. "I'm good, thanks. As I was about to say, it's not that Heather is incapable of doing those nice things to help me out. But before she'd do something like that, she would want to negotiate with me first to get the best possible reward in return. She's not going to do something like that just out of the kindness of her own heart, at least not the Heather that exists now. I'm trying to change her, but in no way am I that successful already. If she'd laid out a more selfish plot, I might have fallen for it, but not that saintly pile of crap she's trying to sell me on."

"Damn!" Heather muttered.

Alan laughed. "You see? It's complete crap. Plus, I know she had a bitter break up with Rock not that long ago, especially from his point of view, and I just don't see them talking already."

Heather mused, Fuuuuuck! He's so well-hung and studly that I forget he's damn smart too.

Everyone felt that Heather had a climax coming on, so all hands left her skin, and Alan pulled his erection back as well.

The crisis passed. She came tantalizingly close to relief, but it slipped away. She cried out in anguish. Her entire ass blazed with a frustrated need to be fucked.

Then the bitchy blonde moaned, loudly and repeatedly. A strangled and frustrated whimper came out of her. "Okay! Okay!" She paused to catch her breath. "Here's the deal... I... put... a... tape recorder..." She paused even longer, as she was having trouble talking at all.

Then she continued, still panting as if on the verge of hyperventilation, "Under... a desk... In... Ms. Rhymer's class... AAH! Room."

"A-ha," Alan said happily, more than a little surprised that she was actually confessing for real. "What desk?"

"Front row... Far ... left... Very small... recorder... Size of a ... half-dollar..."

Alan's stiff cock was poised at the entrance to her asshole once again, making it even more difficult for her to breathe than before. She seriously wondered if it was possible to die of anticipation from heart seizure or lack of oxygen or some similar cause. She could feel her asshole beginning to stretch again. The deliciously sensuous friction as her anus slipped onto his pulsing rod like a second skin as he pressed ever so slightly inwards into her was driving her to the brink of insanity.

Alan let the crown of his cockhead slide completely inside her powerfully throbbing asshole, making her gasp in unrestrained lust. He was giving her a small reward to encourage more honesty.

Heather thrilled, OH! YES! Thank fucking GOD, already! Soooo good! So worth it! I don't even care that my whole damn squad is watching me!

But then he stopped and even threatened to pull back a bit as he said with surprising calmness, "I see. And I can take it from there. You were planning to record her, hoping to catch her saying something incriminating, I imagine. Probably figuring you could catch her with me. Then you blackmail her."

She gasped with both arousal and dismay, "Yes... She's... no... good... Good for you... Sir! No good for you... Stuck up... tiny-titted..."

He cut her off, figuring correctly that she was about to launch into a litany of complaints about Glory, which would take forever, given the way Heather was still struggling to breathe. He said, "And the less I see her during lunch, the more time I can fool around with you. That's part of it, isn't it? Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I REALLY am not doing anything physical with her. If what happened today during lunch didn't convince you, then nothing will. So you can just leave her alone already."

He jerked his hips back, pulling his erection out of her ass with an audible pop. "Is that clear?"

She gasped in distress and whimpered miserably, "Yes... Sir... Yes, Sir."

He didn't believe that any more than he believed the moon was made out of cheese, but he figured at least maybe she would leave Glory alone for a little while, as she scrambled around for some new scheme. "Is there anything else?"

"No... No, Sir... That's it. Fuck my ass now! Please!"

"So how is this supposed to benefit me exactly? You said I'd be grateful."

"Because she's no good for you! ... Sir!" she gasped out at once, with great effort. She thrust her ass backwards desperately several times, as if she could find his dick again and suck it back into her aching depths.

He rolled his eyes with obvious disbelief. "Okay, that's enough." He heard a great sigh of satisfaction from her as he put his hard-on back on her ass crack. He then pushed into her asshole as he'd done dozens of times in the last few minutes, only this time he didn't stop. Her ass was so ready for him that he was able to thrust all the way into her fuck-hungry butt with one long stroke.

She screamed, "YeeeeeessSSSSSSsssssss! Aaaaaarrrraaaaagggggaaahhhhhh!"

Heather's body lit up like a firecracker. To say she exploded in ecstasy would be an understatement.

The other girls, still stroking her everywhere, all stepped back and stared in awe as Heather's body thrashed about like she was being riddled with machine gun bullets.

Had it not been for all of her bindings, there's no telling what would have happened to her in her thrashing about. As it was, she managed to free herself from the bonds on both of her legs. She kicked so wildly that the others had to step back even further.

Alan, luckily, was in the eye of the storm positioned between Heather's legs, or he might have been seriously injured. Even so, the crushingly strong muscular grip on his cock as she bore down on him with all her orgasmic might made his eyes cross and blur.