As Alan stood there gulping down a glass of orange juice, Amy ca up to him. "Hey, O.B.? It’s cool how everybody’s coming together. I wish I could be more helpful. I do have one idea, though, that could help you out a lot."
"Really? What is it?"
"Well, it’s easier if I show you instead of tell you. Co on; it’s up in my room."
Alan followed Amy up the stairs like a lamb to the slaughter. He was too frazzled having kept the eting from devolving into a catfight to think about why she was taking him upstairs.
As he walked down the upstairs hallway, he comnted, "God, it seems like AGES since I’ve been up here. It’s funny how you’re over at our house every day and I never co over here."
"Yep." She was happy he was keeping himself distracted. He was staring in every direction, bringing up old mories. He’d visited the Pestridge house much more often when he was younger. "Rember when the four of us used to play Monopoly and cards and stuff up here?"
"Yeah. Whoa! That brings back mories." He could scarcely believe there had been a ti when he was close not just with Amy and Katherine, but with Brad too.
He was so distracted that when she took him into her room and closed the door behind her, he rely asked, "So, what is it you want to show ?"
"It’s not so much what I want to show you, as what I want to see. Although I can show you a little too." Amy had been wearing a very short, fashionable, tailored dress that could have been worn to a society event. But in one fell swoop she pulled the dress up and over her head and threw it aside. She’d been planning this move, and unlike all the other won except Heather, she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. She was so glad to be naked after enduring the long eting that she let out a happy sigh.
Then she fell to her knees in front of Alan. Her goal was to get his dick in her mouth before he fully realized what was going on and could raise objections. As she fell, she said, "I saw how much you were suffering from super horny-itis downstairs! As your official girlfriend, it’s my job to help."
She was so fast that his penis wasn’t even a bit hard. But she yanked his shorts down (much faster than dealing with zippers) and had it in her mouth within seconds just the sa. His shoes were already off since Suzanne had a "no shoes in the house" policy, and he wasn’t wearing socks either, since he’d been wearing sandals.
He hissed quietly but insistently, "Aims! What do you think you’re doing?! We can’t do that! Not here, not now! Think of all the people downstairs!"
"Buh Heathah’th goh," she mumbled. Her mouth was rapidly filling up as Alan’s penis grew erect about as fast as it possibly could inflate.
Alan hissed, "I don’t care if Heather’s gone. What about Christine?! Or Glory?! It’s too dangerous!" But he failed to pull away and slumped a little down the door he was leaning against. The fact was, his body was so ready to be finally getting so relief that he knew right away his protests were simply a matter of going through the motions. He wanted to jump for joy more than get her to stop.
Amy knew she just needed to stall for ti. As she bobbed back and forth on his knob she said, "Buh I jus wanna hep. You’re ahh tenth."
"Tense?" She wasn’t as good at talking while cocksucking as, say, Susan, who had beco an expert at it thanks to her constant practice.
"Yep. Tenth." Her hands were busy on his balls, while his dick was extrely firm and full by this point. But she wanted to seal the deal so she brought one hand through his legs, aiming to find his asshole.
He could sense what was coming. She’d find his prostate gland and his lingering resistance would crumble. Not like I’m gonna push away now, anyways, he thought. I’m a goner and I know it. It just feels too great! Giving in, he stepped away from his shorts and pulled his T-shirt off for good asure.
Amy’s index finger hit its target.
Man oh man, not the prostate! God, that feels so good!
Just then, he heard Suzanne yell, "Sweetie, are you upstairs? Almost everyone’s gone ho. Ms. Rhyr is looking for you."
"Oh shit!" he muttered too loudly. He realized that, while it was true that Amy was his official girlfriend, and in theory there was nothing wrong with them having sex in Amy’s bedroom, the reality was quite different. Glory was still having great difficulty with the idea of sharing him with other won, and to accidentally stumble upon them like this would shock and upset her greatly.
He looked at Amy, buck naked and happily slurping away. She obviously was in no rush to take any evasive action; in fact her index finger was still probing his anus, trying to get him to cum. He looked down at his shorts and saw he’d kicked them well out of reach. Luckily, his T-shirt was within reach on top of a dresser, so he picked it up. He slid his whole body to the side in an effort to get away from her ravenous cocksucking lips.
Amy tried to follow him while keeping her mouth on his dick, but he kept moving further away.
His erection finally popped free of her lips. He was simultaneously frantically trying to get his T-shirt back on.
"A Just yell down that you’re not here," she suggested. But she also handed him his shorts.
He laughed at the logic of her comnt. Obviously she was so lost in the lust of the mont that she wasn’t thinking very clearly. "No, I know Glory. She’s gonna co upstairs herself to explore. She doesn’t take ’No’ for an answer. I knew this was nuts. I’ve gotta run!"
With his shorts newly pulled up, he opened Amy’s door and burst into the hallway. Just as he did that, he heard Glory’s voice. "Alan? You up there? Where did you go? Suzanne said you were up here." He heard the sound of her feet clomping up the stairs, but he hadn’t seen her head erge from the stairs just yet.
He looked around frantically. He knew he shouldn’t be in Amy’s room, as he highly doubted Amy would get dressed in ti. He saw the bathroom at the end of the hall and scurried to it. Then, right at the door to it, he stopped and turned around.
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