Chapter 1033 Fucking Heather Continued



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Several long minutes passed. The Talking Heads album was coming to an end and the song "Take Me to The River" was playing. For a while, Alan lost himself in the music, singing along: "Take me to the river. Wash me in the water. Dip me in the river. Washin' me down" He was loving life, even though his body was surprisingly exhausted. The only other sounds he could hear were a gentle, rhythmic thumping coming from the closet behind him, and the pounding of his own heart.

All of a sudden Heather began talking in a voice that was nearly a mad rant. "You see? You see what I mean?! Everybody thinks I'm crazy. 'What happened to the old Heather?' Why do I let myself get pushed around? Why am I LOSING?! I never lose! But how can I resist that kind of assfuck? It's like a drug. Like the most addictive crack imaginable except it's my ass crack!"

She burst into delirious laughter at this minor joke, and laughed so loud and so long that Alan half-worried that she was really losing her mind. He wasn't even sure if she'd been talking to him, or herself, or what.

Then, just as suddenly, she turned her head back around to look at Alan and said, "Alan! Sir! Bitchslut Heather reporting for buttfucking duty. Sir!" She gave him a military salute, and then laughed a bit more, giddy as a little schoolgirl and not her usual bitchy self. "Will crush cocks for cum, Sir!" she enthusiastically added. Her asshole rippled and throbbed with powerful muscular contractions all around his deeply imbedded cock.

The strength of the pressure she exerted caught Alan by surprise.

He had never seen her so happy and carefree. It was as if all her walls and facades had seemingly come down all at once. At first she seemed crazy, but she passed through that and now she seemed kind, loving, and just plain adorable. She wore a very silly grin with the pure innocent emotion of a little child.

"It's just my gut feeling, but I seriously believe that there's a loving and wonderful Heather in there, somewhere, trying to get out." As he looked at her, he heard his own words from that morning echo through his mind. Wow. I guessed right... and what a wonderful woman she is. I can hardly believe it!

Meanwhile, Sean continued to plow into Joy with abandon, still going doggy-style, and flopped over her with his hands behind his back.

Janice had tried her best to get involved, but had some trouble since she was facing his back. But after a little while she'd knelt and used one hand to alternately feed Sean's cock in and out of Joy, or play with his balls. Her other hand worked on her own clit and pussy.

The only problem Sean faced was that he wanted to watch Heather in action more than anything, but couldn't always keep his face near the slats, since he couldn't move his hands or arms. But he caught enough. He was especially transfixed by the sight of Heather in her post-orgasmic glow. In fact, seeing her like that was almost an epiphany.

He thought, as if struck by a religious vision, Yes. That's her. The girl of my dreams! The Heather I've known all along. The pure Heather. The good Heather. MY Heather! Thank you, Alan! I don't know about what you did with her before, but I forgive it all now for giving me the chance to see this unforgettable sight.

Sean was so overcome with euphoria and a renewed sense of purpose to make Heather his very own that he very nearly forgot he was in a fuck sandwich between two cheerleaders. The pleasure they were giving him was almost incidental. Luckily, his hips and cock were able to run on autopilot, because his mental focus was almost entirely devoted to Heather.

Heather, with Alan's cock still deep in her hungrily clutching ass, raised her top half up on her forearms and looked around the room as if trying to figure out where she was. Her eyes fell on Kim, sitting on the floor next to the bed. Both Alan and Heather had temporarily forgotten Kim was there.

Kim sat naked, basking in her own self-induced orgasmic glow. She seemed quite content to quietly watch and listen.

Heather took Kim's presence in stride and said, "Kim! Did you see that? Alan just gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my entire life, and all he did was put his dick in me! He didn't even move it around or anything. That's still coming up! Can you believe it? He did it all with anticipation. All that talk about me walking around bare-assed. Fuck! I'm getting so hot just thinking about it again, not to mention this giant tree trunk still plugging my ass. I'm in heaven!" She arched her back and stretched languidly, while her ass rippled and pulsed strongly with pleasure around Alan's imprisoned cock.

Kim looked a bit wistful. "I know. I saw it. I heard it. It was amazing. I just wish someone would say those kinds of things about me and my ass, but I'm still so bony back there."

Alan, being the chivalrous guy that he was, kindly said to Kim, "You're still growing into your body. Heather's a little older than you, and she's matured faster, but you'll catch up. You know as well as I do that getting on the cheerleading squad isn't so much a matter of skill as it's a matter of beauty, so that makes you one of the very most beautiful girls out of the one thousand plus girls here in this school."

Heather replied before Kim could. "A great fucker AND a gentleman. I WANT this man! Alan. Sir. Your Bitchslut's ass is ready for a good solid pounding. Ready for buttfucking whenever you are, Sir." She pulled herself and Alan back up into a better fucking position.

Kim smiled at Alan and stood up to put on some more music, given that the Talking Heads album had just ended.

Back in the closet, Sean's mouth hung agape. He couldn't square the new vision of the "angelic" Heather he'd just caught a glimpse of with the words she'd just uttered and what she was doing. It appeared that only her face had changed; her mind was as wanton and sinful as ever. Then, as Alan began to rhythmically thrust into Heather's ass, to her obvious and very vocal delight, it really hit home to Sean that another man was fucking his dream girl while he was merely secretly watching. He suddenly felt ashamed that he was fucking someone else, and he nearly went flaccid in Joy's pussy. Nearly, but not quite: what Joy and Janice were doing together was simply too arousing for his body not to respond.

As Alan and Heather picked up the pace of their fucking, Alan called Heather dirty names more and more enthusiastically as his energy level began to surge.

Heather replied with even more enthusiasm. The two words of the day seemed to be Alan's new invention, "Bitchslut," and "Sir." Heather positively loved the word "Sir", now that she knew it was a word for her alone. She was saying it seemingly every other word. In her mind, "Sir" definitely needed to be capitalized. She even pulled her ponytail out of its tie so as to whip her hair around with increasing energy and excitement as she thrashed her hips in time with Alan's penetrating thrusts.

For instance, he cried out, "Bitchslut, why did God give you those tits?"

"For you, Sir, only for you!" she replied. (Both of them conveniently forgot that in fact her breasts had been surgically augmented.)

Then he cried out, "Why did God give you your hot cunt?"

"For you, Sir! So you can poke your huge cock in it, all day long!"

Bringing up a lingering sore point, he asked, "But I thought I was a 'mere nerd?'" That reminded him that Sean was there and probably listening in. However, he was too excited to tone down his sexual talk.

Surprisingly, she replied, "You ARE! But that's GOOD! Nerds are smart, and you're smart! Nerds rule! Now, rule my ass!"

He was pleasantly surprised at that response and laughed out loud. Then he thrust into her even harder than before.

Every so often, Heather would ram her ass back onto Alan's stiff cock and shake, rattle, and roll through another anal orgasm while he flexed his PC muscle. Afterwards, they'd change positions and start fucking again, sometimes even before she had recovered. His control and stamina seemed almost inhuman in the face of her sexual demands as he rode her on the bed, off the bed, while he was pinned against the wall, then pinning her against the wall, and all around the room. The two of them were practically insatiable. She just couldn't stop cumming.

Kim had revived and could have joined in, but Alan and Heather were so involved with each other that it didn't feel right to her to butt in. She merely kicked back and enjoyed watching them fuck up a storm.

Before long, Sean found himself feeling very depressed. Partially, he was sad and hurt at seeing the insults given and so gratefully received. But more than that, it struck him that Alan was extremely talented at sex. At first, he was filled with bravado, and thought, Alan, you think you're so good, but I'll show you! When Heather makes love to me then she's going to know what pleasure really is, because I'm the one who really loves her. I'll be just like Darth Vader telling Obi-Wan Kenobi, "When I left you, I was but the learner. Now I am the master."

Sean hoped to buoy himself with those words, but instead they just made him feel worse, and he actually broke into tears for the first time in years. No. Who am I trying to fool? This isn't some fucking movie; this is my best friend really fucking MY Heather! I've been learning so much this last week, mostly thanks to Xania, but there's no way I can compete with that. He knows exactly how to hit every single one of Heather's buttons, as if he can read her mind. I'll never be able to please her as well as he's pleased her today. There's no way! All that talk about him owning her body isn't just talk - it's really true! He's playing her like a master musician playing a violin. She clearly loves him in some weird way, and she still barely knows I'm alive! She'll never be mine. Never!

He sighed as the tears rolled down his cheeks. But on the other hand, she'll never really be Alan's either. She had dozens of partners before she even met him! She IS a wanton slut! Look at her! All the names he's calling her are true! But I don't care. I love her! I know it'll only give me pain and sorrow, but I'm going to keep on loving my beautiful angel Bitchslut whore no matter what!

Sean's body seemed to be acting as though it was completely divorced from his mind. His cock kept fucking even as he cried and felt sorry for himself. His cum finally erupted into Joy (though, actually, into the condom he was wearing).

He was relieved the sex was over, for him at least. He didn't want to be with Joy or Janice anymore and didn't want to see or hear Alan and Heather anymore either, although Heather's seemingly incessant cries of anal pleasure made that rather difficult.

He cried out into his gag so much after the sex was over that eventually Joy responded and pulled the gag away. She could see he was still crying, so she and Janice took turns French kissing him.

That distracted him enough that his tears stopped flowing, but his heartrending sorrow remained.

Sean whispered to the two cheerleaders that he needed his arms free.

Together they managed to take the ropes off. They could see he'd been crying and asked in whispers what was wrong, but he didn't reply.

He'd wanted to do so many things with his hands, earlier, but now that they were free his spirit was low and all he did was stretch his arms and hands to get the blood flowing again. Then he put his hands over his ears so he wouldn't have to hear any more of Heather continually begging Alan to pound her insatiably needy asshole.

Sean had as much as he could take, and still his dream girl kept thrusting her butt onto another man's hard erection and grinding her hips into him with lustful abandon, obviously with no intention of stopping anytime soon. The fact that Kim had picked another lively album to play (Sly and the Family Stone's greatest hits) at least helped to drown out the sounds of hot and heavy sex, but that was small comfort for him.

Finally, at long last, the end came as Alan and Heather climaxed together. Alan once again made a point of pulling out of her, painting her straining butt cheeks with his seed while her recently vacated butt continued convulsing in a powerful orgasm, completely overwhelming her senses.

Sean couldn't help but hear yet more orgasmic yelling coming from the bed as their climaxes seemed to go on and on forever. But even that too eventually faded away, and then there was nothing but songs like "Everyday People" and "Stand." The happy mood of the songs seemed cruelly ironic to him.

Heather ended up falling again, and wound up on the floor this time. She sat up against a wall for a while, silent, letting the intensity of the shattering experience wash over her as she panted for air. She'd never felt so drained or so profoundly satisfied in her life.

She thought, Good God, if I wasn't an anal addict before, I sure am now! Nobody's ever made me feel like that before. Fucking hell, he pounded my hole but good.

She felt a deep sense of contentment radiating outwards from the sexual heat still burning inside her well fucked ass. Now if only he'd flood my ass with that delicious cum of his, life would be perfect. Her internal muscles pulsed and throbbed in eager endorsement of that idea.

Joy and Janice continued to kiss Sean and try to cheer him up. They were slowly making progress, although he was still flaccid.

But the three froze when they heard Heather say in a loud but weary voice, "By the way, Sir, what's all that noise I've been hearing coming from the closet? Is it just my imagination, Sir? I vaguely recall even hearing some screaming from in there while you and I were busy. Now that I think about it, I'm almost sure of it."

She got up off of the floor onto her own unsteady legs and began weakly trying to pull the bed away from the closet door so she could open it.

But then Alan got up too (he was none too steady either while standing up) and whispered in her ear. Remarkably, he said something that made her abandon her efforts.

Alan, Kim, and Heather walked out of the room together a short time later, although Alan and Heather more staggered and wobbled than walked.