Chapter 1156: A Very Wet Dream

Chapter 1156: A Very Wet Dream



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Alan let himself in before anyone could answer the door.

He barged in, looking angry. He frantically looked around the room for Christine, but could scarcely believe his eyes when he found her. Not only were her wrists loosely tied together behind her back, but she was on her knees in front of Heather, licking Heather's pussy.

For her part, Heather just looked at Alan and smiled a big Cheshire-cat grin, even as her hands continued languidly guiding Christine's head between her thighs.

He rushed straight to her in a panic and stood above where she was kneeling. "Christine! What happened?! What did Heather do to you?!"

Christine paused in her lapping to say, "Relax. It's nothing to worry about. I'm loving life! I kind of tricked you to come here." She turned briefly to look him in the eye and smile, then returned her attention to Heather's bare pussy.

Alan looked angrily at Heather, who just returned his gaze with a shit-eating grin. "So you're not in trouble?" he asked Christine, stunned. "I don't believe that." Very gallantly, he was trying to look everywhere except at Christine's bound and naked body.

"Believe it," Christine said blissfully as she stared at Heather's labia with increasing hunger. Alan was completely aghast. He'd actually balled his hands into fists, expecting to have to fight Heather and the others to win Christine's freedom. "This is insanity!" he shouted. "Christine, you must be brainwashed or something! It's mind control!"

Christine twisted her neck to look at him again. "Alan, that's so cute. I'm so happy you're ready to fight for me, but lower your fists. Trust me; I'm having a great time. I can't wait for you to join in."

"Prove it!" He still stood in a fighting posture but was feeling less sure of himself.

"How can I prove it? I know how - kiss me."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Well okay, but just a kiss." Alan finally dropped his fists.

Heather, smirking triumphantly, stepped back to give him room.

Since Christine was bound and kneeling, Alan was forced to sit on a chair and put her in his lap so that their lips could meet comfortably. It was more than a little distracting, especially the way her breasts and pretty much all the rest of her was heaving up and down.

Alan looked deeply into her eyes and saw her great hunger and need. But since he couldn't even begin to conceive of her willingly doing anything sexual while Heather was there, let alone WITH Heather, his guard was down. He didn't even consider taking any of his clothes off because he planned on giving her nothing but a chaste kiss to prove his point.

However, as soon as his lips touched hers it was as if they'd both been jolted with an electric shock. Alan looked puzzled by that reaction, but he was having too much fun to seriously consider stopping.

Christine's arms were bound, which she was regretting intensely at that moment because she wanted to wrap them around Alan and hold him tightly against her naked body. However, her legs were not restrained, so she wrapped them around his waist instead. She even began bucking her hips at his lap just as if they were already having intercourse.

Alan didn't know what was going on or what had brought her to that state, but he wasn't exactly complaining.

His erection was straining urgently inside his shorts, demanding to be let out, so he had Joy help remove his shorts. Then he redoubled his efforts with his kissing, and since Christine wore no clothes, soon his hands were exploring her most wonderful places. Not surprisingly, his hands first went to her enormous 38F tits, the breasts that he'd been dreaming about and masturbating over for years. And since he was no longer wearing his shorts, he found himself almost dry humping her.

Christine thought, Yes! This is what I've been waiting for! It doesn't matter that Alan has so many voluptuous lovers. The feel of his big thing sliding in my ass crack, it's better than all those football players and their hot dicks sliding all over my body combined! And the way he gropes my breasts like he owns them - wow! Of all the dozen or so people who have played with my breasts today, his touch is the best!

She laughed out loud at the absurdity of that thought. I don't care anymore; I love that everyone wants to fondle me! Gaawwwd, I'm gonna cum already! Alan! My Alan! Do me more! There must be something wrong with me, but I loooove being played with when I'm all tied up!

Christine started wiggling her hips even more, in an effort to slide back away from him and then forward toward him, maneuvering to bring his dick up against her pussy lips. But when she did that she found herself falling off his lap.

Alan held onto her as she fell. The two of them wound up on the floor, but they were so into each other that the fall hardly bothered them. In fact, they barely even broke their kiss.

Their French kissing continued on for another minute or so. But then a stray hand appeared on Alan's ass.

Soon there were two hands there, cupping his ass cheeks. "Mmmm. What a cute ass. How do you like her, Alan? Did I get her hot to trot for you or what?" It was Heather.

It was clear from Alan's expression that he wanted to ask her about all the things that she'd done to Christine, but he wasn't about to stop kissing Christine. So he didn't. Encouraged by his silence, Heather continued to fondle his butt as she said, "I know what you're thinking: 'Christine and Heather? What?!' I was thinking the same thing. But isn't it great? She's MY titty slut now, but I'll let you play with her all you want to, Alan, as long as you give me what I want." Then she turned and said, "You are my titty slut now, Christine.

Right?"

Christine was also far too busy necking to say anything. She let out a great big "MMMM- MMMM!" that could have meant almost anything (if it meant anything at all). In fact, it was much more a response to Alan's fevered kissing and the sheer naughtiness of the idea of being a "titty slut" than any actual attempt to respond to the question.

Heather slid her hand up along the inside of Alan's thighs, making a beeline for the cock she loved so much. She grasped it and jacked it off for about a minute until she was sure that any resistance he might have to the proceedings was gone.

sticking over the table edge at a ninety-degree angle, positioning Christine for a deep doggy- style penetration.

But at the same time that Heather was doing this, she said in a territorial voice, "Now you'll know how I feel. He's about to completely rock your world. But remember, I get him next. Is that clear? We'll take turns. Janice and Joy, sorry, maybe you can assist later, like if he wants a quadruple blowjob and then feels like spraying all four of our faces, but that's it. Today Alan gets the cream of the crop. And we get the cream of his cock, hee-hee!"

As she was saying this, Alan was lining his erection up with Christine's eager slit. At the same

time, he was trying to mentally calm himself down enough so he wouldn't lose control on the

first stroke. As stimulating as this was, it would be incredibly embarrassing if he were to blow before even reaching her hymen and taking her virginity.

Christine didn't seem to mind the idea of sharing him, partly because her thoughts were now

entirely on what was about to happen to her. "I can already tell I'm gonna love doggy style. It's the perfect position to be naked, bound, and royally nailed!" Heather kissed her on the top of her head, then whispered into her ear, "You will. You're

gonna love it all. Welcome to the club. At school you'll be able to hold your head up high and share a secret knowing look with the rest of us - the look that says you're one of Alan's sluts. It's the best feeling in the world!" She stepped back to allow him to go at it. Alan started rubbing his hard-on all around, even pressing it against Christine's asshole. He

was getting her even more worked up, if such a thing was possible, while trying to rest a bit

first so he could give her fucking his all.

Startled, Christine thought, That's where he's gonna put it next, in my ass! That's so wrong, but

with him even that would be alright!

She was nearly delirious with excitement. Well, maybe not next, but later, and then often! I've been saving my body and all of its holes for Alan - and now for Heather too! However, she was scared too. It started to hit her that he was about to break through her hymen, and that would hurt. She tensed up and gritted her teeth as she spoke her thoughts out

loud. "Oh God! I want this so much, but I'm afraid too! It's gonna hurt like hell, isn't it?"

He said, "I'm sure it will. But everyone says it just hurts for a little bit and then the pleasure takes over. I'll go as slow as you want. I really do care about you."

Heather chimed in, "He's right. Yeah, it hurts at first, but soon you'll be screaming his name

in ecstasy until your voice is hoarse!"

Christine was still very apprehensive. Reminded of her former nemesis, she asked, "Heather,

can you help guide it in? That would mean so much to me. I feel like you're my new best friend."

"With pleasure, Christie." Heather scrambled into a new position to help.

"I don't let anyone call me Christie, but you can call me anything you like." Christine's voice

was both breathless and determined.

Heather grabbed Alan's trembling shaft and lined it up with Christine's dripping vagina. She

pushed it in about an inch or so, until it couldn't go any further without piercing the hymen. Then she paused and said, "Alan, have you ever deflowered a virgin before? She still has her maidenhead. I know, 'cos it's blocking the way."

"Really? No, I've never dealt with a hymen. Christine, are you sure you want this? You only

lose your virginity once, you know."

"Yes! I want it bad! I want you! I want you to be the ONLY man to EVER fuck me! I'm so ready.

The only thing is, before we do it I'm getting the urge to pee first." "Pee?" he asked with alarm. "I'm not into that kind of kinky thing."

"No, you cute lummox, I don't mean that. I mean I literally have to go to the bathroom. Since

my hands are tied, can someone help me get there? There has to be one in this theater room somewhere. Right?"

Alan bewailed, "Not now! Do you really have to go right now?!" He was beside himself with frustration, because he was so eager to start fucking.

Heather removed Alan's boner from where it sat in the first inch of Christine's cunt, ready for

the coup de grace. Then she stood up and began pulling Christine off of the table she'd been

lying on. "It would be my pleasure. I'm feeling, I dunno, all kind of sisterly towards you, Christine. I guess we can be bosom buddies, can't we?" "Definitely! Emphasis on the bosom!" Christine giggled. She bent forward and kissed Heather on the lips. They mashed their prominent chests together briefly, which was one thing Christine could do well while her hands were bound. As they broke away she said, "Heather, every time you touch me, it's beyond magical. You set me on fire! Since Alan's so busy with all

the other girls in his harem, I imagine you and I are going to get to know each other REALLY well." Heather said dramatically, as if making a toast, "Most definitely! To you, Christine, my new best friend!" She leaned in for another kiss.

Just then Christine awoke, bolting upright in her bed. She had to pee very badly. Her eyes bugged out as she became consciously aware of the details of the dream she'd just had. She screamed, "Noooo00000000000000000!"