So. I spent a year without updating the story, and i'm kinda afraid to admit a busy life IRL, and comissions (yes I still do those) and ideas i was more engaged at the moment. But, i assure you, that the fact that i haven't updated this fic in a long time actually ate away at my conscience constantly, and i have to admit that i'm stuck with chapter 5. But I didn't want to end the year without putting out something for this, no matter how small it was.

So I devised this. While it isn't exactly a chapter, It does mention things that will happen after chapters 5 and 6, so yes it is "canon", and i'm really excited about this future arc of the "story". I'm also happy to announce that i'm going to spend most of january trying my best to get out of my block, and actually continue so we can get to this point of the story.

So. Being 24 minutes away from 2019 where I am, and without any further ado, I give you, a small update and preview of the future of Jarcuck.

Enjoy.

Brittney expected it to be harder. She expected to have to beg for her boyfriend's forgiveness, to get on her knees sobbing so he didn't leave her. But it wasn't necessary. One long winded explanation was all it took. He was a trusting guy who thought he knew her, so when she told him that Marco was an ex of hers, that things got heated and he pushed all her buttons and that he had shamefully done her in such a public place and that she would probably regret it her whole life, he believed her. It was as if he wanted everything to go back to normal. no matter how many logical hoops he had to go through. In his eyes it wasn't cheating, but an honest emotional mistake that would never be repeated.

But that couldn't be further away from the truth. All that Marco needed to do for her to open legs beneath the bleachers was ask

Brittney had never given it much thought to it. But after an uneventful night with her boyfriend Justin, she was laying in bed besides his sleeping body, awake in the middle of the night with nothing else to do, so her mind started to drift, looking for answers.

Back when all of this started, she had let herself be peer pressured into having sex with him, while all of her cheerleading squad mates watched, laughing and did lewd thing with each other. She rationalized that something like that should have traumatized her. He was riff raff, unpopular and ridiculous. Anyone in their right mind would have sued him into oblivion, and then sued oblivion for daring to house him. But here she was, only needing the words "Lets do it" to open her legs and let Marco Ubaldo Diaz fuck her into a stupor.

It took her a while to recognize it, but the answer was already in front of her. Right alongside there with the reason that she allowed herself to get fucked. It was expectations.

Everyone expected something of her, and she felt that she had no options but to comply. Her father expected her to be excellent at everything, to be popular. So she was. Her parents and Justin's parents expected them to get along. So they did. No, their families expected them to marry in a few months. So they would. Justin himself expected her to be loyal.

But that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Because she had found a group that was nothing like what she knew. Marco and Jackie had expected nothing from her, they didn't want anything, except to have a good time.

Marco and Jackie defied all her expectations. Jackie was loyal to him, to a fault. But he wasn't loyal to her at all and she didn't expected him to. Jackie was a girl who didn't enjoy having sex, so he banged other girls. And they were both fine with that. She had made him the virile king of her sexuality, and gave her own crown to any girl who she thought may entertain her boyfriend.

Initially, Brittney thought of it as lazy. How can a girl that says she loves her boyfriend so much, not even lift a finger to give him release? She wouldn't have known the answer, until she was part of an orgy with them, where she was brought to her climax, and then sent to a corner to cool off. While she was there, a couple of her own cheerleading squadmates tried to les-it-out with her out sheer arousal. But from what? they had their own climax before she did. It wasn't until she turned to Marco that she understood. Not only what happened at that moment. But the reason why Jackie would just relegate her boyfriend's pleasure to other girls, the reason why Britney herself looked at her boyfriend, the man currently sleeping beside her, with disinterest at best and disdain at worst.

She saw true masculinity at work.

She saw for the first time how it looked when Marco just plowed someone. The rhythm he held as he made her squadmate squirm in the full adoring view of his own girlfriend was just hypnotic in a way.

Whenever he was outside either in school or just hanging out, Marco was so meek, so… normal. Yet, behind closed doors, in bed, he exuded confidence. For her that was such as strange contrast, he spoke like a shy teen, but fucked as if he had been doing it for twenty years. Knowing how weird Star and Him were, he probably had.

And at that moment, she decided that she didn't care, because she had finally done it, finally pointed out why she found him so strangely arousing. Being in the business end of his dick constantly, she wasn't able to put her finger on what was it about him that was so appealing in bed.

But seeing him like this? Pleasuring himself while making teenagers of both sexes just melt on his dick as he broke their minds, she understood all too well while she wasn't even offended about what happened in the lockers.

She didn't wanted him to pay, she didn't want him to take responsibility. She wanted to walk all over his girlfriend, and she wanted him to do it again, harder, and to not stop even after she was unconscious.

Because from that moment on she knew what Justin would never understand. Marco wasn't a friend, he wasn't her boyfriend and he would never be. Marco was her owner.

Ever since the first time he did it with her, he and the girls that surrounded him had been on her mind nearly permanently. Every time she was with her family, she thought of the orgy on the locker room, every time she was at home, she thought of that time he took her anal virginity on his couch, every single time she was kissing her boyfriend, all she could think was about those eight inches of Marco's cock that she loved to suck. Specially right before going on dates with Justin.

She had such an oppressive family, such a boring home life, and such a fucking dull boyfriend. Marco and his girlfriends represented the opposite of that, they were active, fun, explorative, sexy. Free. That was it, they were free, they were the epitome of freedom, they were wanted to do what they wanted to do, and let her do whatever she wanted to do.

So even in a situation like hers, where she couldn't just escape from the expectations of her family or her so called "friends", she would never stop having time for Marco or his girls. She would never stop having time to go to them, to get impaled and violated by Marco, to feel loved by his girls as she saw them worshipping his cock and balls while he made out with Jackie.

She would never get bored or tired of it. Because she knew that as long as she could hang out with them, she would never get tired of being free. And to finally make her statement about it, she had already make her decision, about her one act of rebellion, one that she was sure would burn her and her opinion about her family and their spectatives of her in their minds forever, and that she was sure would make Marco and his harem ecstatic to no end.

She stopped taking contraceptives.

When was the first time she fucked without them? In the morning of that same day. In the same day that she found out how alive she felt having truly unprotected sex, and how right it felt having her boyfriend find her being creampied by Marco.

With a smug look in her face, she turned to see her boyfriend sleeping besides her. She rubbed her belly, she didn't know if she was pregnant, but she knew for a fact, that what she felt that afternoon felt right, as if everything in the world was in the place it was meant to be.

Everything was right in her world. And she swore by god, that she would be doing that again as soon as she could.