California Girls: Part 2

Chapter 4

Alan took some time to recover before heading back to his second-period English class. He needed to get over what had happened, as well as to let his body recover enough that he could get back into his regular school mindset. So he went into a restroom where he would not seem out of place, then sat in a stall with the door closed until he had recovered.

Man. Bizarre! I can't believe I'm doing all kinds of sexual stuff right here at school. I mean, not only did this wild thing just happen with Heather, but I'm still gonna see Glory, and then there's the panty painting job too. That's three sexual things in one day - three more than most guys experience ever!

How did this happen to me? I can count the days since I was a virgin, and now everything is coming up sex. God knows I love it, but I can't let it control my life. I especially can't afford to skip class again; that way lies disaster. I'd have great fun and end up dropping out of school. No thanks! In fact, I shouldn't even be dawdling here. Who knows what I'm missing out on in class?

He returned to his second-period class a few minutes later. It was a real come-down. Despite his interest in his studies, the class couldn't hold a candle to the intense sexual adventure that he'd just had with Heather.

Lunchtime finally arrived. That meant two unusual appointments for any student: an orgasm administered by his teacher Glory, and the task of painting the pussy lips of the cheerleader Joy. If my friends only knew he thought, for what seemed to be the millionth time in recent days.

Once the other fourth-period students had all filed out of Glory's classroom, Alan said to her as she sat on the edge of her desk, "Sorry Glory, but I'm sure I can't get it up today. My dick is reaaaally hurting. There's just no way." He was trying to come up with an excuse, so he could get away to help Joy without hurting Glory's feelings.

"I like a good challenge," Glory responded. "Let me see what I can do with it." She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close until his legs interlocked with hers.

"No, please, really. It's not that I can't get it up; it's just that it hurts too much." Actually he probably could have gotten it up, and it didn't hurt that much, but he was still trying to juggle his sexual "responsibilities." It had also occurred to him that his mother was likely to give his dick a good workout once he got home, since it was a Tuesday, and he didn't want to miss out on that.

"Oh. Bummer." Glory was disappointed. "We've been doing some fun role-plays lately. I was hoping we could do something like that today. And to be completely honest, I've been hoping and longing that I could be with you more than just during these lunches. You say you can't see me after school this week, and your penis is all worn out, probably from overwork. Tell me, young man, am I competing against a whole battalion of women or something?"

"No," he replied, stretching the truth. "It's not like that at all. For one thing, you know I've been grounded. And, okay, obviously you're not the only one. You know that. I do want to spend more time with you too. But it's taboo for you and me to meet outside of school even when I'm not grounded, so our options are really limited."

"Now wait just a minute. Who says we can't meet outside of school? That's a social rule, but rules are meant to be broken." She rubbed her hands against his chest as she talked.

"But if you and I were caught in an intimate position couldn't you lose your job? And what about your boyfriend Garth?"

"Well, there is that. Damn. Don't remind me. I honestly don't care much about him anymore. The thrill is gone. My thrill now, frankly, is with you. He and I are going through a slow process of breaking up. It's a bit messy and slow because we share some sizable possessions."

She added, "However, I don't want to lose my job. Realistically though, we're in more danger of getting caught here at school than somewhere else. If we were elsewhere, someone would have to recognize both of us, and I look pretty different when I'm not all dressed up in as a high-school teacher. Then they still would have to prove it to someone in authority, which they may not want to or be able to do. Whereas anybody in the school administration could walk in here this minute and catch us. You know there are master keys that work every door."

"There are? Oh shit! And that doesn't bother you?"

"It does. But the odds of someone like that coming in here during lunch are pretty small; teachers are generally given their privacy during lunchtime. Unless rumors start spreading, that is. That's one reason I keep my ears to the ground, more than almost anyone. But it probably would be safer to meet outside of school, at least sometimes. What do you think? You could go to the beach, and I could just happen to wind up at the same beach. Wouldn't you like to meet the real 'Surfer Girl' in the flesh?"

"Would I ever! What a great idea. But beaches are crowded and full of people my age."

"Not all beaches are crowded. Besides, everyone at this school just goes to nearby beaches. If you travel a few miles north or south you never see anyone from here. Believe me, I do that all the time, and I know. I could chart it on a graph, the odds of running into someone from here. I'm thinking in particular of a nice nude beach that's quite a ways from here. I surf there a lot and I've never seen even a single soul from this school there. There are big cliff walls which make it really hard to reach from land, and it's really beautiful."

"Sounds great," he said, delighted. "I think I might just 'happen' to go there soon. I can borrow a family car almost any time."

Glory couldn't resist pointing out, "You must be the only kid in a family as wealthy as yours to not have your own car. Why is that, anyway? I forget."

He rolled his eyes. "You know how my mother is deathly afraid of spoiling me. She keeps me on a very tight budget, with very little fancy stuff, to kinda keep me grounded. I can't believe she hasn't even let me get a cell phone yet." He thought how ironic Susan's stance was, given how she was spoiling him lately with the way she was constantly pleasuring his dick.

"I think that's a good attitude for her to take, and it shows. You aren't spoiled rotten, except maybe sexually. But in any case, when can we do it? How about this weekend, or even sooner?"

"Shucks. Can't. I've got a Boy Scouts hiking trip all weekend long where I'm serving as a counselor, cause I'm already an Eagle Scout. And I've also got a ton of homework this week, like I told you already." It was true that he was really falling behind in his homework, but only because he was spending so much time being pleasured at home and elsewhere.

"Young man, I'm starting to think you're trying to avoid me. And don't think I'm not mad at you anyway, no matter what you're doing to my boobs."

As a kind of consolation prize to make up for the fact that he couldn't (or wouldn't) get hard during lunchtime that day, he had started fondling her tits under her blouse.

"No, really. You know how into the Scouts I am. Or at least have been. I'm kind of losing interest now that I'm an Eagle Scout and have discovered women. But what about next weekend?"

"That's too far from now!" she whined.

"But this weekend I have the scouting thing, and we can't really do it after school on a school day, particularly this time of year. It would be really rushed, and probably get pretty cold after sundown. How about we do it the Saturday after next and spend the whole day together on the beach."

"I'd like that," she said, thinking. "Okay. What a busy young man you are. Nearly two weeks from now. I guess I'll have to hold out that long. But I'll have a special surprise for you, so don't come all pooped out like you are today."

"Cool. But just 'cos my dick is pooped out doesn't mean we can't do anything at all today. We can still kiss and stuff. And I'd like to make you happy."

"Young man, you're such a thoughtful lover! I can't believe you're only a high school senior. But don't just kiss me and play with my breasts. Not that I want you to stop, mind you, but there's so much more. You've got a lot more erogenous zones than just your penis. Let me show you a few things."

He replied, "I know some of that already. I've learned a woman has seventeen erogenous zones, so I try to work on them all. When I first started getting blown and stroked, I would just lean back and enjoy it. But now I try to give as good as I get, letting my hands and mouth roam all over those zones."

"You do. That's one reason why I love to suck your cock so much. And I'm sure that helps explain your sudden superstar popularity with the girls. But you're missing out on some of the very best zones! Most importantly, you have yet to lick me down there. Since your penis isn't up for much today, I think it's time for you to work on that, for me."

"But Glory ... I'm kind of, I dunno, kind of grossed out. I did it once before a couple of days ago, on Friday in fact, with an Asian woman. She had very sparse hair down there, but ugh! Even so. Pubic hair. Gross." (He didn't want to mention his experience with Katherine and Kim, due to the **** factor.)

"Hey. How many times do you think I've gotten your pubic hair in my nose in the last week alone? You get used to it, and then you learn to love it. As your teacher, it's my obligation to teach you what to do. The female population of this town will love me for it if I do," she said half jokingly. "And if you refuse, then I'm just going to have to spank you instead." She said that part completely seriously. She enjoyed giving and receiving spankings, but especially giving them, and he really did need to learn how to pleasure a woman orally.

He decided that this was as good a day to learn as any. He really didn't want to be a selfish lover, so he determined to 'suck it up'. "Okay. But let's take it slowly, all right? Tell me what to do."

So Glory sat on the table and instructed him on how to please a woman with his tongue. She was an excellent teacher, so learning with her was fun.

Alan wasn't too comfortable with his face down there in her juices and hair, but she cracked a lot of jokes, putting him at ease. He kept telling himself that with all the countless blowjobs and handjobs he'd benefited from, it was the least he could do to perfect this new skill. He said to himself, Come on, man, if there's anyone with a moral obligation to learn how to do this, it's me. It's payback time for all the pleasure I've been given. Come on! So he kept at it.

Because he was so ****, he wasn't good at it at all, unlike how he was with some other sexual things. He enjoyed stimulating clits, but he considered them to be in a dangerously hairy zone so didn't do even that as much as his partners would have wished.

It took about five minutes, but he finally did get Glory off. He was greatly aided by the fact that she was already quite aroused before he started. She came mightily, and her pussy juice dripped down his chin as a result. He didn't particularly like all the fluid on himself, but he didn't complain. He did like the musky smell of her pussy though; the vaginal secretions of an aroused female really were the most effective pheromones for a human male. He looked forward to inhaling the stimulating smell of her pussy more in the near future.

Having recovered from her orgasm, Glory said, "Now it's time for your reward, for a lesson learned and job well done. Normally I would have loved to suck you or even deep throat you, but you say you're not up for it. So I'm going to show you just how much pleasure I can give you without touching your overworked penis. Take your shorts off, because I consider your balls and ass fair play. If there are seventeen erogenous zones on a woman, then there must be an equal number on a man, and I'm going to show you all of them right now."

Glory did find virtually all of his sensitive spots. She focused on his nipples, armpits, ears, toes, testicles, perineum, and more, devouring all of him with her mouth like a hungry beast. Her hands were very active as well. Alan felt like she was a giant spider working on him, because it seemed more like she had six arms rather than just two.

Although his penis grew very erect (almost instantly), she kept to her promise not to touch it. At least she didn't touch it with her hands or mouth, but she did let her body rub all over it as she constantly repositioned herself over and around him. She seemed to delight in running her pussy hair over his boner while sliding up and down over him. Probably because she was a natural blonde, she had a soft furry bush, not at all bristly. He decided that, licking or not, he wanted to spend a lot more time in and around her crotch. Petting her furry mound alone felt great.

When she was done, he quipped, "Glory, that was glorious." He was having fun trying to play with her name lately. When he was around her he like to say things like glorified, gloriously, glorification, blaze of glory, crowning glory, and so on at every opportunity.

He was even using these words and phrases in public comments during her class. For instance, he'd answered one of her questions about Napoleon and the Battle of Waterloo by saying, "Apparently, Napoleon thought that, win, lose, or draw, he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory."

Whenever he said something like that, she would feel a shocking jolt that reminded her of their lunchtime trysts, which always aroused her greatly.

However, since everyone in class knew her first name quite well, he had to be extremely subtle about such plays on words.

As he left her classroom, he thought to himself, Dang, I wish I wasn't grounded so I could be with Glory after school too. Not only have I had a crush on her forever, but if I'd ever known about all the things she could do to a body I would have failed out of school just fantasizing about her. Hot damn! And now she's a dream come true. But it's all too risky. We can't be together as long as we were today every lunch period, or even any lunch period. It's just too dangerous. But it's oh so addictive.

Although they'd done a lot of things, they didn't spend much time on any one of them, so he still had about twenty minutes left in the lunch period.

He'd left her, excusing himself to get something to eat, but in fact he still had his appointment for painting Joy. He hurried out, calculating that it would be better to show up late in the new cheerleader practice room - the old theater room - rather than never.

Chapter 5

While Alan was playing with his history teacher, Kim, Heather, and Joy went to the unused theater room a few minutes into the lunch period.

Katherine wanted to be there also, but she'd decided that more people might just make Joy more nervous, and furthermore she needed to steer clear of any potentially sexual situation that involved both Alan and someone who was not already aware of their incestuous secret. So she was **** to just eat lunch in the cafeteria as usual.

Most of Joy's private parts had already been painted black; only her pussy lips still needed to be done. The plan was that Kim and Heather would use the first ten minutes to get Joy aroused so her pussy lips would engorge and spread wide, which would make it easier for Alan to paint them thoroughly.

When Kim entered the theater room, using a knock and password that Heather had given her, Heather already had Joy naked from the waist down. Joy's cheerleader skirt was up around her waist, tied up by a string.

"You're just the person I was looking for," Heather said to Kim as the two of them undressed. "Joy doesn't find this situation at all arousing, so she's going to need some help. As our resident dyke, do you mind letting your fingers do the walking?"

"Not at all," Kim said, delighted. She put her lunch bag down and got on her knees before Joy, who was sitting on the edge of the stage. "Joy, may I?"

"I know we agreed it might come to this, but..." Joy said reluctantly.

"But what?" Heather replied testily. "How else are you going to get aroused, if you're unwilling to put your own fingers in there?"

"It's just that I've never had a woman touch me there before," said Joy, red faced and embarrassed. She was truly frightened, and she didn't like the fact that a lesbian was going to touch her privates.

"I think you'll find it's as good as or better than the touch of a man," Kim volunteered. "And it's much better than your own fingers, because you never know what they'll do next. Here, let me show you."

Kim began working her fingers in and out of Joy's pussy. But after more than five minutes not much had happened. Kim was having a really tough time getting Joy turned on.

It didn't help that Heather just stood there, arms folded like a disapproving teacher. Heather was annoyed and continued to make unhelpful suggestions.

Finally they heard the sound of Alan's knock on the door. He was quite late, but they still had about twenty minutes.

Heather let him in after hearing the special knock and secret passphrase, which was "score highly," an in joke between them from one of their beach encounters.

Alan continued to be impressed with her daring because she opened the door wide for him while standing in the buff. True, it opened into a little-used hallway, but there was always the chance that someone else could come by. She obviously had little fear of getting caught.

Alan was panting because he'd run from Glory's classroom to the theater room. He had a bit less than twenty minutes left in the lunch period, and he was determined to make good use of all of it. "You're looking fine, Heather," he commented while walking in. "Don't you ever worry about getting caught?"

She closed the door without even hurrying to do so. She was flaunting her daring. "A, don't I always look fine? And B, no; I never get caught. Besides, I know you're not a fool and you're not gonna have me open the door with someone else close by. Duh."

He thought, Dang. She DOES always look fine. Especially today, for some reason. She's practically at the Susan-Suzanne level. And what a tan! I didn't realize a good, all-over tan and such flawless skin could be such a turn-on. But I don't want to feed her swollen ego even further.

While he was thinking of a reply to her remarks, his attention was diverted by seeing Kim working on Joy's pussy on the other side of the room.

Joy looked up in horror at the sight of Alan. She tried to cover her naked pussy, but could hardly do a good job of it with Kim probing its depths. She thought, Oh God! I can't let him see me like this! But there was nothing she could do, so she cried out, "Please! Don't look at me!"

"What's going on here?" he asked. He politely covered his eyes with his hand from her by looking elsewhere, but knew that couldn't last for long if he was to paint her pussy.

Heather explained, "Kim is trying to get Joy's pussy lips engorged, but she's not having much luck. She's been at it for at least five minutes."

"Oh," he said without much emotion, drawing nearer. He glanced for a moment at Joy. He was momentarily struck by how odd she looked, wearing a cheerleader top but only painted-on panties below. "Joy, what seems to be the problem? I would think anyone would react naturally to that kind of stimulation after a while."

"It's just that I'm so nervous and scared," she said shyly. "And, to be honest, it takes something romantic to get me excited, not just mechanical stimulation."

"Hey, I resent that," Kim complained.

Alan answered, "Well, it may have come out wrong, but she has a point, Kim. It would be different I'm sure if you were kissing her and caressing her, but since it's lacking that, it seems so impersonal ... Joy, do you think it would help if she kissed you too?"

"Maybe, but I really don't want to be kissed by a girl. I think that would just freak me out even more." she was actually trembling in fear and embarrassment.

"Hmmm," he thought out loud, now looking at her. "I know: what if I kissed you?"

Joy practically leapt at the idea. "Yeah! That would be much better. I'm so much more aroused by a man. This lesbian stuff - I just don't go for that. Would you be willing to help me?"

"Any sacrifice for art," he joked. "Sorry Kim," he said, taking her place.

Alan got down on his knees, since Joy was in a semi-sitting position at the edge of the stage. He began kissing her tenderly on the face. He spoke between kisses to get her in a romantic mood. "Joy, you're very beautiful. Any man would be really lucky to have you as a girlfriend. I've always admired you from afar, even though I didn't know your name."

"Really?" she said, surprised and pleased. Her nervousness was rapidly fading, although the fact that Kim and Heather were watching her every move still bothered her.

"Really." It was true; like most guys in the school he had scoped out and lusted after all the cheerleaders. He kissed her on her mouth once, and then again. Soon they were necking passionately.

Joy thought, Now THIS is a guy who knows how to kiss! I thought my boyfriend Dean was good, but Alan ... Oh God! So good! ... Oh, but I'm naked from the waist down! And Kim and Heather - I wish they'd stop staring at me like that!

Alan continued making out with her. After a minute or two he took advantage of her partial nudity and began caressing her pussy and her butt. Realizing that time was short, he didn't hesitate to put two of his fingers into her slit. Her pussy lips were definitely engorged, and getting more so all the time.

"Girls, I think we're getting somewhere," he said, pausing after more kisses. "Heather? Kim? I'm ready to paint." He finally turned his head around to see why the other two weren't responding. He discovered that Heather was lying on the floor, with Kim between Heather's knees and her mouth plastered on Heather's bush.

Joy looked over at them finally and exclaimed, "Oh ... my ... God!"

"You didn't expect us to just sit around and twiddle our thumbs, did you?" said Heather, as she had the only unoccupied mouth. "There are much better things to twiddle, you know. Anyway, it's your fault. You got me all aroused." Heather was thrilled by any opportunity to have sex with any of 'her' cheerleaders. She had visions of making the whole squad her personal harem.

Kim indicated her agreement, saying "uh huh" while in direct contact with Heather's clit, which sent shivers through the head cheerleader.

"Don't mind them," Alan said to Joy, still kissing her every instant he didn't have to speak. "We can get down to painting now."

"Screw painting!" said Joy. "We have time to do that later." She gazed at Alan's crotch longingly and licked her lips very ostentatiously. I don't care about my boyfriend! Kim's gossip is so dead on! Alan is some kind of damn Don Juan! I love this. Fuck! I need to get fucked right now; that's all there is to it.

She took off her cheerleader top and bra as quickly as she could, leaving her completely naked. "Why don't you finish what you started and go all the way? Do you have a problem with fucking me?"

"Um, no. But I thought, I thought you were really shy and nervous," he said, genuinely confused.

"That was then, and with women. Take your clothes off already! Please don't leave me like this, I beg you!" She leaned back onto the stage and spread her legs. Her knees went wide to each side, while her lower legs dangled off the edge of the stage.

He didn't need to be asked twice. Forgetting about his desire to "save himself" for his mother later that Tuesday, he whipped off his clothes in record time.

She grabbed his erection once it was exposed, immediately pulling it towards her pussy.

He barely had time to slip on a condom while she tugged at his stiffness in anticipation.

It seemed she didn't care about protection - she just wanted to be fucked. She moaned like a cat in heat until he finished with the condom.

Without any further ado, she guided his boner straight into her hole.

He pumped into her, even as the whole situation was still slowly dawning upon him. I'm actually fucking somebody for once. I get so God damned much cock teasing, but not enough of this. I mean, even after weeks of blowjobs, I still can barely fuck anybody. But Jesus - I've been on speaking terms with Joy for all of four minutes, and I'm fucking her already! No way! But I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, or the pussy - that's for sure. This is a VERY hot pussy. So warm and inviting. She's so eager!

Aware of the time, he pumped rapidly, trying to climax as soon as he could. Joy moaned loudly, seemingly not caring at all what Kim or Heather thought, or if anyone else could hear.

"Fuck me! Fuck! Fill me up!" She unleashed a non-stop torrent of sexual encouragement. Joy was also a very loud panter and grunter, making a lot of noise with every thrust.

Not that Alan needed much encouragement; he was ready for any chance to fuck after what seemed like weeks of being denied a warm pussy. He didn't particularly feel anything for Joy, as she meant little more to him than a fine piece of ass that he'd scoped out while walking in the school hallways from time to time. So, to take things to a new level, he thought, Since she's a cheerleader, why don't I imagine she's my sister?

As soon as he thought that, his excitement level doubled. After some more thrusts, he thought, Oh, fucking you Sis, it's so good. So good! We don't do this nearly often enough. Here's your Big ICBM Brother!

After another minute or two, he thought, But as good as this is, God, what if you were Aunt Suzy? Now there's a woman who truly needs fucking! Yeah! Take that, Aunt Suzy! You've been fucking driving me crazy and now you're gonna get what's coming to you! Fucking devil in disguise! Take this! ... And this! ... And this! He let out his frustration in each thrust.

Joy could hardly believe the pile-driver that was assaulting her cunt, overwhelming her completely. There was no point in crying out to be fucked harder or deeper, because it seemed like Alan was truly a human jackhammer. She panted louder and louder, wordlessly, until she cried out, "Oh God, I'm melting! Melting! My brain! My brain is melting! Too much! Too good! Slow down!"

Heather had been preoccupied with Kim, so she was surprised to discover Alan starting to fuck Joy. At first she tried to ignore it and continue with Kim, but as Alan's fucking grew more intense and Joy's panting grew louder, she found herself increasingly distracted. What the fuck is this shit?! If he fucks anybody here, it should be ME!

She'd forgotten all about Kim, so she was about to demand that Alan fuck her instead. But Kim pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "He's so good! So, so good!"

"I know," Heather muttered while staring at Alan's thrusting. She was practically green with jealousy AND envy.

Kim was surprised to realize that Alan had apparently already fucked Heather, since Heather had never said or hinted anything about that. But she rolled with the punches and cooed, "So he's fucked you too, huh? Then you know just how it feels. Imagine that's you. Look at him thrusting so hard and deep! Do you know how it feels when he does that?"

Heather whispered breathlessly, "Yes!" Kim was fingering her pussy while whispering sexy things, leaving Heather aroused enough from just watching to not directly interfere.

Alan could have kept going like that for much longer, especially since he was aware that Heather and Kim were watching and judging him. But Joy seemed genuinely overwhelmed. In fact, it appeared likely that she would hyperventilate at any moment. Furthermore, he remembered their lack of time, so he let his control go and filled up the condom with his cum. Then he fell backwards, leaving Joy lying as if dead.

Chapter 6

"Holy cow," Kim said to Heather. The two horny cheerleaders finally made eye contact with each other, now that Alan had finished screwing Joy. "Has Alan ever fucked you like that?"

"No," Heather admitted. "I mean, it was good with him. Great, even. But I want me some of THAT!"

Alan and Joy rested with their eyes closed, both catching their breath.

Once Alan opened his eyes and looked around, Kim noted wryly, "Sounds like your painting job has some nice fringe benefits."

"Um, yeah. I must say though, I wasn't expecting that - at all." He seemed a bit sheepish. He thought, Wow, just thinking of fucking Sis or Aunt Suzy is such a turn-on. Imagine if I'd thought of fucking Mom? That's, like, beyond the pale. I probably would have literally killed Joy with my enthusiasm!

Getting back to business, he said to Joy, "Can you rouse yourself? We have to hurry."

She opened her eyes slowly. She had an extremely well-fucked expression that made Kim and Heather very jealous. She looked at him serenely and contentedly. "Oh, Alan..." She breathed the words lovingly, as if they'd been married for years.

"Quick, let's get you painted while you're still aroused," he insisted, trying to avoid her intimacy.

She didn't feel like moving for anything. But then she realized that once the painting started, Alan's hands would be all over her pussy. That inspired her to action. "I don't think that'll be a problem, now that you're here," she said huskily.

He leaned over her impatiently.

She sat up and began running her hands through his tousled dark brown hair.

"Joy, we really should paint you quickly, so you can dry before your fifth-period class. In fact, we've got the opposite problem of what we just had. We need you to stop gushing quite so much, so I can paint."

Joy hardly seemed concerned about the problem at hand. "Screw fifth period," she said. "You did that so much better than my boyfriend Dean. So fucking much better! I mean, he's a great guy and I love him, but now I know that he has no idea how to fuck. Good God! I didn't know it could be so good. Kim was right. You're such an incredible fucker! I thought Dean was pretty studly, but he can't make me cum like that in five minutes flat."

Alan was unhappy to be reminded that she had a boyfriend; he'd assumed that she had one, but he'd forgotten that in the heat of sex. He said sarcastically, "I'm sure he would very much appreciate what I did." He rued, "I imagine he's going to find out and beat me up." He pushed Joy's excited hands away and got his paintbrush and paint.

"No, he's not like that. He's very understanding and cool. We've both played around with other partners. Anyway, he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Alan thought, Even so, I'm only finding that out after the fact. Aunt Suzy gave me all kinds of advice on not just sticking my dick anywhere, and I keep disregarding it whenever I get a momentary surge of lust. I should have known she had a boyfriend; what cheerleader doesn't? At least I used a condom. That's something.

Heather disengaged from her muff diving to speak. "Joy, I thought you were all prudish! And you were so disapproving of my punishment idea."

"I admit, I'm slow to get started, but once I get going, I really get going."

"I noticed," said Alan. "I'm starting to paint you, so please slow down that engine just a bit."

"Okay," Joy replied, "but only if we have some more fun after you're done. Promise me you'll fuck me again. And again and again and again! Any time you want. Please! Fuck me!"

Alan contemplated fucking her a second time. So much for saving myself until after school for mom, he thought. If Glory knew what I just did here, she'd go ballistic. But one fuck right now is all I should do, or I'll be all wiped out again and disappoint mom.

Now that he had more time to think, he realized, I'm really working my way through the cheerleading squad. Sis, Kim, Heather, Joy. Amy's in the bag for sure. That just leaves Janice. I like her. Sexy face. Nice body. She'd be a good fuck too.

"Sorry, Joy; I can't make any promises 'cos we don't have the time. Besides, I don't feel good, now that you've reminded me about the fact that you have a boyfriend. I forgot to ask about that."

"Like I said, don't worry about it," she insisted.

"I'm worrying about it. I don't want to disrespect someone in that way."

"You're not. I tell you, he wouldn't mind if he knew."

"But he doesn't know!"

They went back and forth on that issue awhile without coming to any resolution.

Meanwhile, Alan wasted no time painting Joy's pussy lips. There wasn't much painting to do, now that her lips were fully engorged and visible. "Okay, that's it," he said after only a minute or two. "But you'll have to keep them dry."

"I guess that means more fucking is out, at least right now," Joy realized. "But would you like to stick your thing in my mouth?" She made a big inviting "O" with her lips.

"No, we can't do anything more right now, or you'll get too excited and ruin the paint job."

"Don't say that! I want more! Oh come on; just a little bit. I just want to taste it."

Heather was busy with Kim's body again, but she overheard that and commented, "Alan, I hope you're not planning on leaving here without giving me what you just gave her." If the others hadn't realized that something sexual was happening between Heather and Alan, they did after that.

Kim piped up, "Me too! You haven't been fucking me nearly enough lately." She wanted the other girls to know that Alan had fucked her too, especially now that he was coveted so highly.

But Joy had the advantage of location. She grabbed his penis with both hands. It was flaccid for the moment, but she intended to correct that as quickly as she could. "Please? Fuck me! Please?"

He looked Joy in the eye and answered, "Sorry. Maybe some other time." Are all women such nymphos? Or are cheerleaders a special breed? Well, cheerleaders and busty moms. And history teachers. He grinned.

Joy got upset, almost angry. "Some other time? Some other time?! No guy ever tells me 'some other time!' And what are you grinning about?" She decided begging might be a more successful strategy. "Please, please, please?"

Alan wavered. "Well, it is quick-drying paint. If the paint gets dry enough and I'm still here, and there's still time."

The paint did dry somewhat, and Alan had a little bit of time. He looked over at Kim and Heather and saw them looking back at him. He'd gotten blowjobs from both of them before, but not from Joy, so he said, "I suppose the paint is dry enough to stand a little wetness down there. But if I put my dick back in, it'll ruin the paint job for sure. Anyways, there's not enough time. But if you want to suck on it for a couple of minutes, I guess that would be okay."

Joy didn't bother with words. She replied by swallowing as much of his penis as she could. She'd gotten to be a pretty good cocksucker practicing on her boyfriend Dean.She was determined to give Alan the best blowjob she possibly could, so she'd rise in his books and he'd want to fuck her much more often. He really did blow Dean out of the water when it came to fucking.

Heather growled at Alan menacingly, "Hey! If anyone is going to suck your dick, it's me! You don't want to get on my bad side. I could make life really very miserable for you, very quickly."

He found it secretly amusing that she was now insisting on giving him a blowjob, considering how much she'd initially resisted blowing him earlier in the day. He'd realized that calling her names and treating her mean had worked in the past, but would it work with others around? He decided to give it a try. "Heather, get over yourself. You think you're God's gift to everyone, but you're not. The problem is: you're selfish. When it comes to fucking, you're okay, but blowjobs? Forget it. Kim's better for sure, and I figure the odds are good that Joy is better too."

Heather wanted to destroy him with scathing put-downs, but for once she was unable to think of what to say. It didn't help that she was extremely horny from watching him earlier with Joy, and having to watch Joy suck him off made it even worse. Anyway, she knew he had a point. She'd always been a selfish lover, especially when it came to pleasuring her partner when she didn't get much in return.

But she was also mindful that Joy and Kim were listening, so she replied with her usual bravado, "Well, fuck you, asshole! What do you know? You're nothing but a nerd and a loser!"

He sighed loudly, shaking his head. "Too bad. Your loss. I was thinking about fucking you like I just fucked Joy. Maybe later today, after school. But you obviously wouldn't want to be fucked by a loser nerd, so I'll just leave you alone from now on."

Heather realized she'd been rash. "Hold on! I didn't mean that. You just insulted me, saying I'm a selfish lover. Of course I'm gonna lash out for that."

He replied, "Yeah, whatever. Tell it to someone who cares. You and I are done."

"Done?!" Heather was incredulous. "You can't say that!"

"I just did. First you threaten me, then you insult me. You're ruining Joy's perfectly good blowjob with all your sniping."

Heather felt surprisingly panicky. Not having sex with him again simply wasn't an option, since he'd excited her sexually in a way that no one else ever had. She never apologized for anything, ever, but she found herself saying, "Hey. I'm sorry, okay? You're not a loser; you're a real stud. I know that. And you may be kind of nerdy, but that's your choice and there's nothing wrong with it. Okay?"

He didn't say anything. His eyes were closed so that he could luxuriate in Joy's cocksucking.

Heather was concerned that he hadn't even paid attention to what she'd said. "Could you say something, please? I don't exactly apologize every day. I said I'm sorry!"

He grunted.

Heather was left on edge, as she wasn't sure what that meant. It sounded vaguely positive, but she was afraid to ask for confirmation and possibly piss him off even more. She just didn't know how to deal with someone like Alan, since no one had ever treated her like that before.

Meanwhile, his blowjob continued. In a way, he was glad that their time was severely limited, because he didn't want Joy to have enough time to get him to cum again. He figured that he needed to save himself for more action later in the day, particularly since this was one of his mother's special Tuesdays. He repeatedly had to urge Joy to slow down and take it easy.

She was actually pretty good, but he'd developed ridiculously high standards when it came to blowjobs. For him to think it was pretty good at this point meant that Joy really knew what she was doing, and that she was trying her best.

Heather had set an alarm at the start of lunch, to monitor the time, and it finally went off.

Alan pulled his boner from Joy's mouth, to her dismay. But she accepted the intrusion of reality and quickly moved to get dressed for afternoon classes.

As she dressed, she felt so good that she said gratefully, "Thank you so much for letting me do that. It was such a pleasure, and I mean that. Your pre-cum tastes really good. Kim wasn't joking about that either. I can't wait to get a whole load."

Alan was puzzled by why she would be thanking him when she was the one making him feel good. I don't understand what's going on. Period. You fuck a girl once, and it's like she wants to be surgically attached to you for the rest of your life. Geez. What the hell did I do that was so special? Doesn't her boyfriend know how to satisfy her?

He had no idea how incompetent most of the guys in school were when it came to sex. Joy had fucked more than a few of them. Alan had given her a truly amazing fucking, and that's what excited her and made her eager to return the favor and please him with the blowjob. In truth, his fucking seemed even better than it actually was, because she was comparing him with all the clumsy and inexperienced lovers she'd been with, including Dean.

As was usually the case for men, Alan was able to put his clothes back on faster than the women. As he got ready to leave, Joy asked him, "Can we do this again tomorrow at lunch? I'm sure I'll need another touch up job, and I wouldn't exactly mind another fucking!" She winked.

He didn't really know what the next day would bring, so he just said, "We'll see." Both Kim and Heather eyed him so hungrily that he thought, If I'm not careful, I'm going to end up getting **** by this bunch. Seriously.

Heather asked him tentatively, "Are we good now?"

He replied, "I don't know about good. You've got an attitude, and I don't like it. But I'll let it slide ... this time."

Heather nodded. She wasn't happy with that, but she could live with it. She would have to be extra careful about what she said to him in the future, because it seemed like he had zero tolerance about being insulted and she most definitely wanted him to fuck her again, and often.

While going to his next class, Alan had some second thoughts. That fuck was great, but I really shouldn't have agreed to the blowjob 'cos we didn't have time to finish. Now it's all excited, and I can't get it down while I'm thinking about those three cheerleaders all acting so hot for me. I really am gonna have blue balls, and have to suffer all through class.

I'm beginning to sound like Mom, with her "Okay, just this one time" non-logic. That's 'cos I'm thinking with my dick too much, becoming a **** to my impulses. Just like Mom, I'm unthinking during the act itself, and only afterwards do I wonder why I did it. That was really dumb. I was right on the edge of orgasm with no relief in sight. Heck, fucking her in the first place was totally unwise. Aunt Suzy would kill me if she knew just how little thought I put into that decision. Make that NO thought. I was thinking with my dick. Well, at least I remembered to use a condom.

Letting out my sexual frustration about Heather was great, but I'm not going to be truly satisfied until I can fuck Aunt Suzy and mom on a regular basis. Especially Mom! I still can't get over how close we were this morning with that dry hump. It probably was that close call that made me give in so easily to Joy. It's too much to ask a guy to turn down such an obvious invitation twice in one morning. After all, I'm only human.

Christ. I probably could fuck Mom for real today if I really wanted to, but it wouldn't be right. I shouldn't take advantage of her "just this one time" thinking. At the time it would feel great, but later she'd hate me for it. Maybe not hate, but she'd feel guilty and disappointed in me, and conflicted, and all around bad, particularly since she'd think that I'd broken my promise to her.

I don't want her to be regretful or feel tricked or pushed into the things she does with me. I do like pushing her boundaries, but ultimately she needs to take that big step of her own free will or she might regret it forever. If she pushes back I'm just gonna have to stop, because she needs to be totally okay with it and fully into it. But it's so hard to limit my play with her luscious body. She's just so endowed everywhere! Dammit, it's making me too horny, just thinking about her. I guess I'll have to just tide myself over with girls like Joy until Mom is ready to go all the way.

He also thought about Joy's change in attitude from when he'd entered the old theater room. Was this whole thing a setup? Was she acting all coy with Kim just so she could fuck me? Maybe. Hard to tell. I'm glad she has a boyfriend already, 'cos I wouldn't want some kind of "Fatal Attraction" thing with her chasing after me, attractive as she is. She seemed really aggressive. Geez!