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Heather eyed Janice warily as Janice tried to figure out how to set herself down on the head cheerleader. "Don\'t you dare scratch me, or I\'ll claw your eyeballs out," Heather warned menacingly.

"The same," Janice spat back. "Don\'t try anything or I\'ll pop the silicone sacks in your fake tits with MY nails!"

Alan looked at the two girls\' hands from where he stood and realized with relief that, in fact, neither girl had long fingernails.

"Fake?" Heather countered. "Who says they\'re fake? You WISH you had tits half as big as mine!" They were fake, but Heather wasn\'t willing to easily concede that fact.

Janice lay down on Heather just after hearing that, which inspired Heather to add snidely, "And don\'t crush my face with your fat ass."

"Fat?! I have a perfect ass, you lard butt. Alan, don\'t you like my ass? Whose do you like? My ass, or Ms. Silicone Wide Load here?"

With that, all lingering remnants of civility completely broke down. They both began attacking each other in an unrestrained cat fight. Janice got behind Heather and tried to pin her to the floor.

But Alan quickly shouted out, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey, HEY! Stop that!" That only slowed them down a bit, so he yelled even more forcefully, "Stop moving! FREEZE! Freeze altogether!"

That finally brought them to a halt. But they still seemed raring to go at each other at the slightest provocation.

Heather said between gritted teeth, "What? We\'re just settling our differences."

"Hey, you two," Alan complained. "I\'m in charge, and you\'ll do what I say. Your goal is to get each other off, not kill each other. And no talking, since you two are unlikely to say anything nice. Just do it. Get each other off."

Amy still had her face between his thighs, happily sucking him off as he talked.

His new commands caused the two angry girls to redirect their attention to the assigned task at hand.

As indicated by Heather\'s mocking concern at having her face crushed, Janice positioned herself in a sixty-nine position over Heather, figuring that pussy licking was the fastest way to get the job done for both of them.

Their tongues got to work quickly and easily enough, but the problem for each was where to put their hands. Grasps quickly turned to scratches. Heather, not surprisingly, was particularly aggressive, and scratched at Janice\'s lower back like a cat with bared claws.

Alan was again relieved that neither had long fingernails, but long, red marks were made just the same. Had there been any blood, he would have stopped things immediately, but he figured that a certain amount of abuse was inevitable given their mutual hatred for each other.

Amy looked over her shoulder from time to time to see how the other two girls were doing, but generally she was fully content to focus on the cock in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, she alternated from sucking to licking, and whispered to him, "Beau, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Is there some reason why you\'re not fucking me already? Don\'t you want to fuck? We could do it right now."

"I know. But when we do it, I want it to be something really special. This scene is way too seedy. It should be just you and me, after a really special night."

"M\'kay." Her voice was sad.

He quietly added, "Maybe tonight, even. I\'ll see if my little guy is up for it." He mused at the irony that earlier in the day it was Glory who had said that they should wait to fuck until they could have a more romantic setting, and now he was the one using the same line on Amy. But it was true. He wanted it to be a memory that would last her a lifetime.

"M\'kay!" She said this with much more enthusiasm. She took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could manage and sucked with greater vigor.

Alan could hardly concentrate on the hot lesbian scene in front of him, given the way Amy was going at it. She\'d gotten a lot better at cocksucking lately. He figured he knew why, because he detected her performing some of Suzanne\'s special moves. He wished he could have been a fly on the wall as Suzanne gave cocksucking lessons to her daughter.

But he did his best to watch the others despite Amy\'s arousing distractions. Janice and Heather had settled down into a pattern that was part cat fight, part sex. As an observer, it was a very hot thing for him to watch, especially since he knew their emotions were completely real. It was as if they each were two different people: one represented by the tongue, which lapped with great fervor, and the other represented by the hands, attacking and grasping aggressively. Both of them scratched all over and left fingernail marks everywhere, even as they passionately licked pussies and clits.

Alan came close to a climax. However he was able to put his hands on Amy\'s head and pull her away so he could rest and then keep going. He pulled her just out of range of his boner, but she playfully stuck her tongue out as far as it could go and just barely managed to reach the tip of his erection from time to time. It was a fun game, even if it didn\'t help him calm down very much.

While her mouth was temporarily unoccupied, he quietly asked her, "Aims, why were you telling all your friends today about your handjob and cocksucking technique?"

"Two reasons. One, I want to be very frank with them so they\'ll want to share their experiences and I can learn from them too and get that much better at it. It\'s hard to compete with mymm- many others." She was going to say "my mom and Aunt Susan and Kat," but luckily she realized Janice and Heather might hear, even though they were increasingly self-involved and she and Alan were being careful to talk quietly. Still, one couldn\'t be too careful.

She continued, "Two, and the main reason, is I want them to all know what a great lover you are and how totally super-amazing it is to even suck your thingy. The more beautiful the girl is, the more I hype you up. That way, you\'ll never have to go without. If you\'re in class, and you get hard, hopefully some cute girl sitting next to you will take notice, which isn\'t hard the way your thingy always boings up in your tight shorts. Then maybe she can reach over and lend you a hand."

Alan practically swooned with delight. He was blown away at her giving and sharing sprit. He was also blown away by her very sexy classroom idea. "What? Right in the middle of class? Do you realize how impossible that is? Even for me, in my surreal, unbelievable world, that could never, ever happen."

She conceded the point, though she commented, "Well, it might happen if I was sitting next to you. Too bad we don\'t have any classes like that. But, in any case, that\'s what the breaks between classes are for. So we cheerleaders and others can all take turns sucking you off."

As if to illustrate, she lunged forward, pushing against the hands on her head. She succeeded in swallowing his entire cockhead before he pushed her back. But he didn\'t push back hard, and the tip of her tongue danced around his piss hole.

Alan shook his head in amazement. As he stared ahead at the lesbian fight-fuck, he marveled, "Aims, do you have any idea about the limitations of the male body? I can only cum so many times a day. With all the great girls I can choose from, I\'m not going to waste an opportunity on some girl at school I hardly even know. So please don\'t spread rumors. If I did want a quick blowjob between classes, if there was even time, which there isn\'t, I\'d want to do it with you." He stroked her hair lovingly and smiled down at her.

That made Amy very happy. "M\'kay! Cool! But don\'t you want to try some others out, just once? All my friends are way super eager to help. You should see how much they adore you now! I think it would be just the wowest thing if every cute girl in school had a chance to get a mouthful of your cum. I don\'t mind as long as you never forget who your official girlfriend is."

Deciding she\'d gone long enough without that mouth-full-of-cock feeling, she pressed forward even more forcefully and took his erection in again. Her lips resumed their happy sliding.

But Alan wasn\'t ready yet. He was still on a hair trigger. "Wait! Wait, Aims! Just hold it there for a minute."

So she held it there until he gave her a sign that she could keep going.

Meanwhile, Alan kept watching Heather and Janice, which didn\'t help him recover any. He eventually decided that it would be rude to keep Amy waiting any longer.

Finally allowed to keep going, she mumbled, "Today I already learned some stuff from one girl that I can do with my teeth. Here. Let me try." She put his cock between her cheek and teeth, as if she was brushing her teeth with his dick. That was something she\'d never done before. She scraped across it with her teeth, again rather like brushing.

No one had done that to him before, not even Suzanne. Most of Suzanne\'s cocksucking tricks involved her tongue, since hers was so unusually long and dexterous. But he liked Amy\'s new technique too.

He looked past Amy and saw Janice and Heather attacking each other even more aggressively. To his great surprise, he realized that both of them had already cum, yet they were still at it. It looked like they had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

He grunted through clenched teeth to Amy\'s bobbing head below, "Maybe you shouldn\'t stop telling your friends what you\'re doing, as long as you keep learning tricks like that."

"M\'kay!" she mumbled through her cock-filled mouth.

He thought, Thank God for good ol\' Aims. When everyone else is getting more and more jealous, she only wants to share me even more. What a perfect girlfriend. Am I charmed with amazing luck or what?

Then a disturbing thought occurred to him. "Aims, scratch that. Do you realize, the way you\'ve been talking in the last day or two, no doubt everyone is going to think that you\'re a total slut. You should stop talking before you ruin your reputation."

She laughed, and sat up some more so she could titfuck him while she talked. "But why should they say that? I\'m so totally NOT a slut. The only guy I\'ve ever been with is you, except for that stupid Jack Johnson, and he just touched me a little bit. I\'ve made it clear that I\'m only having sex with you. The only way I\'m a slut is if I\'m an Alan slut. I\'ll spread my legs for you anytime, anywhere, Beau."

She giggled, "Right here is good." She adjusted her position to place his dick in her cleavage. It was time for a titfuck.

Her tongue flickered at the tip of his boner again as she slid his cock up and down her cleavage. She didn\'t prepare with any lubrication, but she didn\'t need to because his pole was soaked with his pre-cum and her saliva.

It dawned on him that his titfucks of Amy had been far too few and far between. Then it further dawned on him that he wouldn\'t be able to fully appreciate it because there was no way he could hold out another minute.

He looked at Janice and Heather. They both were now sitting up on the couch. They rubbed their pussies against each other while kissing passionately.

He was stunned yet again at the turn of events, because they were really getting into each other. Sometimes it even appeared like they were looking into each others\' eyes with love. Heather\'s face was even slightly flushed.

Yet at the same time, the anger was still there. They continued to scratch at each other. Both bodies were covered with dozens of tiny red scratch lines, mostly on their hips and lower back.

He further realized that they occasionally whispered to each other quietly, hopeful that he wouldn\'t hear. Between passionate kisses, they would mutter things like, "Bitch," or "Hussy," or "Carpet Muncher," before attacking another body part with their mouths. Neither paid the slightest bit of attention to him or Amy.

It was all too exciting for Alan. His PC muscle had been battling all this stimulation for a long time now, but it finally lost the fight. He pushed Amy\'s head deeper into his crotch so there was more cocksucking and less titfucking. He then let loose and deposited a load in her mouth.

Amy slurped it down as quickly as it came out. It was a disappointingly small amount by his usual standards, but she didn\'t seem to mind.

He staggered away from Amy and tried to get some air.

Amy immediately followed, on her knees, and said, "I want that precious last drop." She was remembering Katherine\'s semi-joking advice that the last drop was the sweetest. When she got in front of him again, she started to lick his entire crotch clean, even though his penis was fully flaccid. She was following Susan\'s advice on that one.

Alan braced himself against the couch Janice and Heather were using, and tried to remain upright on wobbly knees.

That finally reminded them of his presence, but they still didn\'t stop. Slowly but surely, they worked themselves up to climax. With one final orgasm for each of them in what no doubt had been a long series, they clawed and scratched and cussed themselves to completion.

Finally, they disengaged and flopped down into the couch, facing away from each other.

Heather was the first to speak. "I have to admit, Janice, that was surprisingly good. You\'re not too bad. Thanks." Her tone was one of grudging respect.

Janice replied, "Thanks, Joy." She quickly threw a hand over her mouth and blushed as she realized she\'d said "Joy," not "Heather."

Heather might have teased her about that, but she was too tired. But both she and Alan took note of the verbal slip.

Alan thought, Huh. I guess Janice must have a thing for Joy, and somehow imagined Heather as a substitute. I wonder what the ramifications of that are. What does Joy think? Have they done it with each other? In fact, has Janice ever done it with another girl before at all?

He asked, "Hey Janice, was that your first time with a girl?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she said, wiping the girl-cum from her face. She looked very glum and slunk further into the couch, perhaps regretting the fact that her first time with another girl was with her nemesis.

Heather was more lively, no doubt due to her greater sexual experience. She said brightly as she sat up, "So, Alan, I made Janice cum first. Do I get to claim my prize?"

Janice sat up, now peeved. She turned to Heather. "You LIAR! You did not! I totally made you cum first!"

Heather turned to her as well, and replied, "Did not, you tiny-titted albino. As IF you could beat me on your first time." Her grudging words of semi-kindness to Janice were already forgotten.

But rather than reply, Janice sank back into the couch glumly. It looked like she would cry. She muttered, "Bitch! I should have known better than to feel..." Her voice faded away.

Alan thought, I don\'t know what\'s going on, but I have a feeling it sucks to be Janice right now. It seems like Janice was reaching out to Heather with her love-making somehow, and now feels betrayed.

He announced, while Amy still lapped at his balls, doing much more than cleaning them, "I declare Janice the winner. However, I\'m in no position to hand out the victory prize. Amy kind of overwhelmed me here with the intensity of her sucking. Tomorrow at lunch, Janice."

Heather looked like she would have attacked him with a weapon if there was one in range, so he added, "And as for you, Heather, I\'m not forgetting about you. Sorry it\'s been a while. There will be a nice consolation prize for you tomorrow as well."

That seemed to temporarily appease the vindictive blonde, even though she complained, "Consolation prize? Hrmph! It had better be damn good, Romeo."

"It will be." He wasn\'t even sure what it would be, but he figured he\'d think up something when the time came. He continued to the whole group, "Once we\'re all recovered a bit, let me take care of the rest of that paint job, Janice. Then I really should get home. I\'m way overdue."

He imagined Susan waiting impatiently with an open and eager mouth. He further imagined frustrating Glory at lunch tomorrow by these new plans with Janice, but he decided that Janice needed a positive experience more than Glory did, Plus, Heather needed to be appeased.

He wondered, Will I be able to make it to the Boy Scout trip tomorrow before I utterly collapse? At least maybe I made some headway in fixing things between Heather and Janice. Or maybe not. I can\'t really tell.

After Alan had all that fun and excitement, painting Janice\'s privates went relatively uneventfully for him.

When Heather saw that she wasn\'t going to get in any more sexual action from anyone, she immediately left.

Amy waited outside so Alan could be alone with Janice.

Alan wanted the privacy so he could hear from Janice just what was going on with her and Heather, and also her and Joy, given her mysterious "Thanks, Joy," comment.

Now that they were alone and fully dressed, he said, "Okay, Janice, I\'m no genius about relationships, but it\'s pretty obvious that you\'re attracted to Joy, but there\'s a problem. What is it?"

"I AM NOT!"

The passion of her denial convinced him that he was right. "Janice, look. I\'m not going to tell anybody, just as I\'m not going to say anything about what we all did here today. Haven\'t I shown I keep my mouth shut about this kind of stuff? You\'ve been bottling this all up, and now it\'s hurting you. You need someone to talk to, I can tell. I\'m safe. Don\'t hold it in."

Janice sighed heavily. But with a little more coaxing, she told him everything. She was extremely gratified to have someone she could safely confess to. She ended up crying quite profusely.

Alan tried to comfort her with kind words and a hug, and that made her feel better, but he had no idea how to fix her problem. Janice loved Joy, but Joy had shown no lesbian leanings. It was a tough problem. Janice\'s other problem of blaming Heather for bringing out these frustrated feelings inside her seemed relatively minor in comparison.

Janice thanked Alan profusely for listening to her. She was amazed at how good it felt to share her bottled up emotions. They both hadn\'t known each other well before, but now they had a special bond.