Chapter 1176: Fucking Xania!

Chapter 1176: Fucking Xania!



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Alan did take a strategic break, and an unusually long one. But he was so aroused from everything that his horny mood hardly lessened at all. He had to laugh out loud a couple of minutes into his break when he heard a series of loud screams from within the house. Both he and Xania knew exactly what that was: Susan and Brenda were getting worked up as Susan revealed how Alan was fucking his sexy history teacher.

He muttered to Xania, "There's no going back on that now. I sure hope I did the right thing."

Xania replied, "You did. Keeping such a secret from her would have been increasingly untenable, and you know it. I applaud your intentions, but you also need to face facts. Brenda is going to be a big part of your life from now on. A big, big part. You really should get to know her a lot better."

He grumbled, "There is that, too. Man, I really need to clone myself. There aren't enough hours in the day."

When he signaled he was ready to end his break, Xania resumed right where she had left off before Susan's arrival, kissing and fondling him while sitting in his lap.

Xania was enjoying this playing around, but she wanted to take the sex to a much more serious and intense level. It took some cajoling, and a lot more fondling and kissing, but eventually she talked him into having a go at anal sex with her, if only for

"educational purposes."

It took yet more minutes to get her ass lubed-up to her satisfaction and his thick erection firmly implanted within her back door, but eventually they managed to do it.

Finally, Alan stood with his legs spread and his hands on Xania's lower back, thoroughly aroused against his will, although still weary from too much sex. "Okay, I'm literally balls- deep in your ass, just like you wanted me to be. Now, can you please tell me how this is going to help relieve my sense of being sexually overwhelmed, and not just make it worse?" There was a strain in his voice as his erection adjusted to being in her buttery yet tight hole.

"Sure, Sweetie. I like that name by the way. 'Sweetie.' It fits you so well, 'cos you're a nice guy all the way. Even your 'Bad Alan' episodes aren't that bad."

"You haven't seen me with Heather."

"True. Anyway, do you remember last night when you were really getting into that Beatles song you kept playing, and do you remember the line you liked so much?"

release."

"All right. Okay! I think I can see what you mean, now." He snorted with laughter as he said, "You're saying I should take a load off."

She laughed too. "Exactly. That should be easy for you by now, Mr. Six-Times-a-Day Man."

His attitude brightened as he warmed to her idea. "I should just let go of everything, like I did last night. It's like... Last year, I went on this ski trip. And when I got to the top of the mountain and I was hanging there at the top of a ski run, I just blanked my mind and just did it, I dropped over the edge and flew down the mountain. Completely on instinct. And it felt so

good!"

"Right."

He started slowly thrusting in and out of her, partly to stop her milking motions before they made him cum too soon. Ironically, thrusting was actually less arousing for him, since it limited her internal undulating massaging of his shaft, but not for her, because it increased the exquisitely sexy friction she'd been longing for as he pumped her rear.

"By jove, I think he's got it!" Xania enthused. "And there's no need to feel guilty about not paying enough attention to the woman's needs or worry you're not living up to your reputation, because if you really let go, you're gonna pound my ass into the ground so good I'm gonna lose all count of my orgasms anyway."

Hearing that, he began thrusting in and out with even more gusto. Ironically, his very weariness at so much sex made him better at it, because he was too tired to overanalyze and worry. His mind was happy to shut off and just get lost in the moment, like Xania wanted

him to do.

"There now," she cooed, trying to look over her shoulder back at him but not quite making it. "Doesn't that make you feel soooo much better?" She grunted with pleasure as her hips started rocking back to meet his thrusts. "You're such a good fucker, kiddo. How many women have you tamed so far with that big beautiful prick of yours? Oh boy! Ugh! Doesn't that just feel- ugh! Right? You belong- hnnnggg! Fucking, oh! Fucking machine! Yes!"

Fuck me! He IS a natural! Sean's good, and their erections are close to the same size, but there's just

something extra with Alan. This idea he has to hand Heather off to Sean is going to be a really tough sell, 'cos I'm sure she feels that same special spark with him that I do.

Alan was pushing faster and deeper, really into it now. And just like Xania predicted, he not only loved the experience, but he felt a great weight of stress lift from his shoulders. He thought, This is great! What's really great is that if I can do this once, I can do it again and again. I

need to learn how to master different kinds of sex. There's tender making love, attentive sex, pile- driving freak outs, imaginative role-plays, this kind of mindless stress reducing sex-

Just then, he heard a woman scream.

A voice said, "Oh God! Eric, you have to come and see this!"