CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 13)

The next morning Alan woke up somewhat refreshed but still weary to his bones. He'd been up too late getting his penis sucked by both Susan and Amy and his goal was just to make it through school so that he could take a long nap in the afternoon. He shook his head in wonder of just how amazing the previous couple days had been. I would say last night was especially great, but then I'd have to say that virtually every morning. It just keeps getting better and better. So many adventures! A week ago feels more like a year ago.

In the kitchen, things were like they had been for the past two days, only slightly toned down in response to his subdued mood. Once again he greeted his mother and sister by rubbing his hands all over his mother's ass and his sister's pussy, respectively. But he was so exhausted from the night before that not even that and the sight of their amazing bodies was enough to get him fully hard.

His mother still put herself on display for him with all the skill of a practiced stripper forced to work in a kitchen instead of a stage. She again wore the erotic apron that had proved so popular with Alan the day before and put her huge breasts on prominent display for her son's pleasure. She figured it was especially appropriate in the mornings since its supposed purpose was to be worn when cooking food.

She contorted her body so much in attempts to please Alan that it almost seemed at times like she played a game of Twister with herself. Katherine again sat on the stool next to him. They secretly played with each other's privates as they enjoyed their mother's show. Fortunately, the counter hid their lower halves from their mother.

At the same time, she spoke to him sexily. "Tiger, did you have a nice night last night?"

"I sure did."

"I hope you're not going to forget your sister and me, now that you have a girlfriend, are you?" As she said this she spread her feet apart and bent all the way down so she could touch her toes. Her ostensible purpose was to get the bottle of maple syrup from a low shelf (everything in the kitchen seemed to be on the highest and lowest shelves lately), but her real purpose was to help ensure a good answer to his question.

"Are you joking? You must be. As if I could ever stop loving you and Katherine!"

She smiled. "I, for one, am glad about what happened last night. With you and Amy, I mean. Though things like the strip tease and shared blowjob were so much fun too. I'm so glad you have a girlfriend now. Aren't you?"

He just mumbled, "Mmm-hmm," as he ate.

She went on, "I mean, all this cocksucking is well and good, but I'll bet you're dying to finally fuck a woman properly, aren't you? I can only imagine how much you long to fuck a woman." As she said this, she leaned against a counter and spread her legs even wider than before. She rubbed her hands all over her groin area, which caused her apron to ride up and her cunt to become exposed.

He recalled that he'd told Susan that he'd fucked "Elle," so he reminded her of that. He added that he'd fucked a couple of girls at school, though of course he didn't mention that one of them was his sister.

"Oh. Right. I think it's only right that you get to fuck lots of women, and I'm glad to see that you're starting to spread your seed all over town. As it should be. It should be the duty, no, the honor, of all the best girls in your school to spread their legs for you. But I'm talking about something else. Fucking your loved ones. Amy is practically family. Won't that be great, fucking her? Don't you think she'll be a great fuck? Or is there someone else close to home you'd like to fuck instead?"

As she said this last sentence she put her foot up on a chair and exposed her pussy even more clearly, in case Alan had any doubt who she was talking about. Susan ran her hands down her belly and stopped at her furry mound. She held her lips open with her left hand and started to dig into her hot hole with her right hand. When she got her fingers all covered with a slick sheen, she proceeded to flick and rub her clit. She held back the hood of her clit and pulled and twisted the fleshy nub. Her excitement was starting to boil. Her pussy was so wide open that the pink folds inside could be seen glistening like morning dew.

Needless to say, there was no way Alan could remain flaccid in the face of such a tease.

Katherine, meanwhile, was sullen. She was still irked that Amy was Alan's girlfriend, not her. She'd barely slept at all the night before, ruminating over that. But she couldn't help to also get aroused at her mother's display, even though the show wasn't meant for her. With her lap safely hidden underneath the kitchen counter, she was already furiously cumming to the sight of her mother and the ministrations of Alan's hand. Luckily, Susan didn't even glance in her direction, as she couldn't tear her eyes from Alan's crotch.

Alan was so frustrated by Susan's comments that he said, "Mom, you can't talk like that! Are you trying to get me to fuck you? Because if you are, you're doing a pretty good job. I could take this penis and pound a nail into concrete."

"Sorry Tiger, sometimes I get a little carried away," Susan said, genuinely apologetic. She straightened up and forced herself to look him in the eyes. "Of course we can't fuck, so I'll tone it down. Teasing is so much fun for me – I forget how frustrated it can make you. Let's not tease or talk about fucking. We'll just stick to blowjobs and the like."

"Yeah. Thanks," he said in an exasperated tone. "You don't have to go so far in getting me aroused - just knowing you're near usually does it to me. Thank God I'm not a virgin anymore or you would have destroyed my heart with your teasing."

"That reminds me," Susan said. "Who are these other girls at school, then?"

Alan didn't want to say, since she might keep prying and eventually figure out that he and his sister were fucking. So he just responded vaguely, "I can't give any names, but mainly a couple of the cheerleaders at school." Technically that's correct, he thought. He hoped Susan wouldn't recall at that moment that Katherine was one of just six varsity cheerleaders.

Susan was filled with pride. "That's my son. Nothing but the best and hottest cunts in the school for you. Of course you should fuck the cheerleaders. I hope you give that bitch Heather a good fucking."

"Actually, I already have."

She reached over and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Son, that makes me so happy to hear! She's definitely Alan-worthy. Spear that cunt good for me, won't you?"

Alan didn't know which was more surprising: his mother's newly dirty mouth, or her genuine pride and enthusiasm in seeing him fuck the cheerleaders. Like most everything else, it was all too mind blowing for him to contemplate, so he just accepted it as part of his new, bizarro world.

Katherine wore another item that she and Suzanne had bought at the sex store a few days before. It was less a dress and more just a few thin straps of cloth. There was one strap around the waist, two shoulder straps about an inch wide that barely covered the nipples, and one in her ass crack that also covered her vulva. Susan tried to discourage Katherine from wearing it, but felt, as she often did, like the pot calling the kettle black.

Susan focused her attention on that. She complained, "Angel, I hope you're not planning on wearing that around the house all day."

"Why not? It's no more revealing than what you've got on, if you think about it. I mean, you couldn't even cover your boobs if you wanted to."

"Yes, Angel, but this is an apron. I have to wear it for cooking," Susan said, having conveniently forgotten the other aprons she owned or that she could wear other clothes underneath the apron she had on. "But your outfit - it just seems so absurd."

"But Mom, last night you said we could wear just as much or as little as we wanted, any time we wanted."

Susan sighed. "I said and did a lot of things last night that I regret. Today is different." Of course she was already well into another wanton mood, but she was barely aware of such changes and seemed to think that she was "better" today. "But I guess I did say that, didn't I? So be it. In any case, doesn't that tiny strap of fabric ride up into your pussy and ass?"

Katherine's mood picked up a bit as she showed off the dress. "It sure does. Just about any move I make causes it to go up there. I can practically get myself off just by shrugging my shoulders up and down repeatedly. And it's so tight that if I sit down it nearly cuts me in two. It's great!" Katherine stood up to demonstrate. She used a hand to lift a shoulder strap up and down and delightfully moaned in response.

Susan complained, "Really, Angel, it's too much. Whatever will I do with you? And in front of your own brother!" Susan realized as she said this that in fact she was more trying to stimulate Alan with the things she said than actually discourage Katherine from wearing the outfit. By this point everyone knew it was a charade to say things like "And in front of your own brother!" but it was fun for everyone anyway and helped to make their actions seem naughtier.

"Mom, you really should try it. The fabric just expands and expands on me, but it would be even more deliciously tight trying to wrap itself around your big hooters."

"I don't know. Maybe I'll try it just once or twice. Just to see what kind of mischief you're getting into, mind you. And by the way, let's not use vulgar language like 'hooters' – the proper term is 'jugs.'" Everyone laughed at that. Susan had always been tightly wound up, but in recent days letting loose sexually had changed her demeanor and she was making jokes for practically the first time in her life.

"Try it anytime, Mom. Or, even better, should I ask Suzanne to pick one up for you next time she's at the store?"

"I can ask her myself, thank you very much," Susan said in an authoritative tone, her chastisement of Katherine's outfit just moments before already forgotten. Susan definitely wanted one - she allowed her pussy do all her thinking lately, and her pussy very much liked the idea of having the strap ride up and rub around all day.

"The only problem with them is that the straps are so hard to keep in place," Katherine added with mock dismay. She then ostentatiously slipped one strap off of a nipple, then she slipped the other strap off of a breast altogether.

With Alan and Susan raptly attentive, she then moved the strap that vainly attempted to cover her pussy to the side. Still on her feet, she moved back from the counter as she did this so that Susan could better see what she did. She knew that it made her mother horny, even if Susan wouldn't admit it. She thought to herself just how right Suzanne had been the night before when she said that it was more arousing to be partially dressed.

"Look, Big Bone Brother!" she said with even more anguish in her voice. "All my straps are coming undone!"

Alan joked, "You should cover your tits and your pussy with your hands, before you catch a cold from the draft."

Katherine smiled. "Good idea." She stuck a finger up her pussy and used her other hand to fondle a tit.

Susan said to Katherine, "I think Alan sees your vulgar display well enough. And by the way, please take your hand out of your private places and try to control yourself for a few minutes." Susan said this without much conviction, as she was already highly aroused by showing her own private places to Alan and even more aroused as she took a good look at Katherine's equally wanton display. She pretended not to see the dripping fluids leaking from her daughter's pussy and rolling down her leg, or else she would have been obliged to raise more objections. In her current mood, she felt more like licking Katherine clean.

"I'm just trying to put the straps back into place," Katherine falsely claimed.

"Sure you are," Susan said in a tsk-tsk voice. "The way you're acting, you might as well not bother with clothes at all, and just keep your finger in your pussy permanently."

"Oh goody! Is that a request or a command?" Katherine asked.

"Neither." Everyone laughed, even Susan. "As fun as it is, we can't just sit around and masturbate for each other all day, or we'll never get you two to school. Now you two just sit still for a few minutes, for once." As soon as Katherine sat back down and Susan was safely on the other side of the counter, Alan and Katherine put their fingers back on or in each other's privates.

After a short spell, Katherine moaned, "Mmm, I know something I'd rather want in my pussy than my finger." She snickered as Alan continued to frig her, "Not that there's a finger in there now."

"What's that dear?" Susan asked with feigned innocence from the kitchen.

Katherine was so surprised that she wasn't berated for her comment, that at first she didn't know what to say. But then she came back with, "Hmm. I'll give you a clue. It's long and hard and throbbing. Right now it looks like it's aching to fill a hole."

"Oh, does it?" Susan said happily, glad that Alan's penis was hard again after having gone flaccid for longer that she'd prefer. Then she remembered her role. "I meant, uh, Angel, it's not right to think of such things. Besides, I'm sure Alan wouldn't want to stick his red hot poker in his sister's or his mother's hungry hole, so you must be speaking of something else."

Susan bent over forwards as she said this, and spread her legs so Alan could see clearly what hole she referred to.

Katherine moaned, "Mmm. Red hot poker. I like that. What do you think of that, Big Red Hot Poker Brother?" She no longer bothered to hide her many sexual nicknames for him any more.

Most other guys would have jumped up and fucked someone by this point, but Alan had slowly grown used to this level of teasing and just enjoyed the scene. He merely complained, "Mom, you said no teasing about fucking."

"Oh sorry. I don't know what got into me today. I must still be excited from last night." She went back to her kitchen work.

Katherine giggled, "I know what I'd LIKE to get into me today, Mom. Do you know what I mean?"

"Mom, make her stop. I have to eat some food every now and then or I'll die of starvation. Death by sexy teasing."

When Susan finally put the pancakes on plates and served it to her children she once again stole a peek over the counter at the state of Alan's penis. She smiled to see Katherine was right about its hardness.

Once again, her children had taken their hands off of each other before she walked towards them, but they had been generally too careless this morning and not quick enough.

Susan said reprovingly, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing to each other. Keep your fingers in your own privates, if you can, please. Generally speaking, Angel, I expect you to keep him hard while he eats with some light, gentle stroking, but absolutely nothing more, or he says we'll kill him. And he's far too young and sexy and unfucked to die just yet. Is that clear?"

Katherine giggled with glee. "Yes, Mom."

Susan turned to her son. "Tiger, it's a violation of the rules to finger fuck your sister, you know."

"Sorry, Mom," he said abashedly. He had no idea what the rules were anymore. They seemed to be more or less whatever Susan felt like at the moment. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not, after her false chiding of Katherine's behavior. But he didn't raise any questions.

She continued, happier, "That's okay. I'll forgive it since you obviously need a lot of help getting hard this morning. And you can really make it up to me if you shoot a big load of your cum in my mouth. You think you're up for that, or do you want more time to eat?"

"I think I'll go with the death by cocksucking."

"Good choice." Susan smiled. She turned to Katherine. "And as for you, young lady, of course it's fine for you to stroke your brother's cock whenever he needs it. I especially approve wholeheartedly of any stealth stroking while Alan has to eat because I normally am too busy then to help. But no sneaking around my back to do it. And remember that you're still being grounded and you're allowed only one of his loads per day until your grounding is over."

"Yes, Mom." She had her head bowed. "But remember you said I could get double the penis access until Friday for leaving him be on Tuesday."

"Hrmph. I guess I did. You got yourself a very good deal there. But I'm still going to assert mother's privilege right now." Susan got on her knees and undid her apron. She preferred cocksucking naked, whenever possible.

Susan knelt in the space between Alan and Katherine's high stools. Soon she moaned through a stuffed mouth as she idly wondered if Alan was right and one might die of sheer pleasure.

Katherine focused on Susan's perfect, flab-free butt, even though she could only barely see the top of it. She pleasured herself to orgasm yet again while she watched her mother suck.

Susan practically knelt between Katherine's legs in order to get to Alan's crotch, so the daughter eventually couldn't help herself but to rub her feet up against her mother's naked back and butt. Susan's mouth was too full with penis to say anything in protest. Katherine's toes eventually worked their way to Susan's butt crack, and she began to tentatively explore the crack with her toes. Susan tried to reach around and slap Katherine's feet away, but she mostly couldn't reach them. Katherine finally placed a big toe right at the entrance to Susan's anus and pressed against it, but Katherine decided the toe was too big to go in and just left it around that area.

Alan soon gave his mother a decently sized load of jism, much better than the puny loads from the night before. Just as he started to shoot into her waiting mouth, he reached down and twisted her nipples while he pumped into her mouth. She drank it up eagerly and the sensation of her own climax almost made her black out for a moment. The rockets that exploded in her head seemed to go off at the beat of Alan's squirts while he fired deep into her mouth.

He only came once that morning, with the help of his mother's blowjob. Given his sexual exhaustion, he figured it would be pretty tough to get to eight orgasms a day again, and aimed for six or seven instead.

When Susan's mouth was finally freed, she said to Katherine, "Watch where your feet go. You may not have noticed it, but you were, um, kicking me."

"Sorry, Mom, I didn't see you there," Katherine said, even as she continued to probe Susan's ass crack with her toe. Katherine's foot caresses were far from kicking and no way was the contact accidental. Susan stood up, forcing Katherine to finally stop playing footsie with her mother's ass.

"That's okay," Susan said, "but don't tell me that you're getting turned on, too? Are you getting turned on just by the sight of your old mother cooking breakfast?" she asked Katherine with feigned cluelessness.

"I am, Mom, and you're not old, and you're not exactly just cooking breakfast either! I don't know anyone who would think you're a day over thirty. And you're so hot! With your huge boobs, it's a wonder I like men at all. I wish I could have boobs half as big as yours."

"You do, Angel. Yours are very nice and almost as big as mine. And still growing. Don't you think so, Alan?"

Alan nodded vigorously while he stuffed his mouth with food.

"But you're not allowed to get excited looking at me, okay?" Susan said to her daughter. "Are you going to force me to be your sexual plaything as well? That would be very wrong. That little show is meant just to help Alan's problem."

"But Mom, can't I just appreciate another woman's beauty? Most women love to be complimented."

"Yeah, and most daughters say things to their mothers like 'nice hairdo' instead of sticking their toes in their mommy's butts. I don't know why I spoil you two. It's always give an inch and take a mile around here."

"I'll be happy if Alan just gives me a couple more inches," Katherine joked.

"How many inches, Angel?" his mother asked. There was no doubt as to her daughter's meaning, but Susan played along by pretending to be clueless. She was slowly getting better at sexual innuendo, since sex was on her mind all the time now.

"Oh, I'd say about eight." They all laughed.

Katherine finally agreed not to get horny looking at her mother, but with the display Susan put on each morning, that was like dropping a rock and asking gravity not to make it fall.

CHAPTER 2

Suzanne didn't come over right after Alan and Katherine left for school, as she normally did.

Suzanne was still puzzled over what to do after the events of the night before. My grand scheme is still going forward, but it's slipping out of my control. How to get it back? There is one idea. It would be a bit of a neutron bomb. I don't know if I have the duplicity to use it. The problem? Susan and Katherine have the incest taboo going for them, making sex between Alan and them that much hotter, and making them possibly more important to him than I am. The solution? I have to become family too. Neither Susan nor her children have the slightest clue about Alan's genetic parents, except for some kind of vague guess that he comes from a Mediterranean ethnic background, due to his naturally dark skin and general appearance.

I could drop a bombshell and claim that I am his real birth mother. Wow. Suddenly, I'd be more of his mother than Susan is. I could say he was the offspring of an illicit affair I had with a swarthy man during my couple of years in France. The timing would work out - I was gone when Alan was born, and it would explain why Susan never saw me pregnant. Keeping it secret from my husband would explain why I gave him up for adoption right after birth and never even told her. And I would have wanted him close and treated him like my own son, so I made a secret arrangement with the adoption agency to put him in her hands - it all fits together so neatly. Plus, the whole Plummer family is so nice and trusting that they'd certainly fall for it.

The only problem is that it would be a complete lie. It's so dastardly. Am I so desperate and conniving to actually use that story? ... No. The answer is no. The problem is, it's not a harmless lie, like most of my lies in my schemes. It would hurt Susan very much. She has just about convinced herself that her children are her real children and not adopted. It would be devastating for her. I would be torn apart by guilt and unable to enjoy my victory. I can't do it. ... Yet. I can't do it yet. But if Alan were to completely spurn me, God forbid, if he doesn't even let me suck him off daily, then I don't know what kind of craziness I'd be capable of.

I have to find another way. But how? I could find a lot of cruel ways to push Katherine or Susan down, but they're just about my favorite people in the whole world. I couldn't hurt them. I have to make Alan love me more, without loving them any less. It's great if we all love each other more and more, it's just that I have to be number one in his heart. I have to! I know it's an immature feeling, but that's love. I want to possess him. Being his favorite would mean more to me than anything in the whole world. But how? How? HOW? I'm already doing everything I can. It's so damn frustrating!

The other way to become family is to become his wife. That's been my secret fantasy for over a year now. To be his wife: Mrs. Alan Plummer. But it's so pie in the sky. I rarely allow myself to think about it. He wasn't even considering me when he chose an official girlfriend yesterday. That really hurt, but it's no wonder. I'm twice his age. And of course there's the very unpleasant fact that I'm married. I could change that with a quick divorce, but then I wouldn't live next door, I would cause trauma to Amy and Brad just as they're finishing high school, I might have to get a job... Lots of problems. But it's a moot point, because Alan would never consider marrying me in the first place.

Furthermore, SHOULD he even marry me? I should think about what's best for him and not just what works for me and my fantasies. Why saddle him with an old broad when he's just starting out in life? ... Oh no. What if he actually marries AMY? He doesn't deeply love her like he does his sister or mother, but that could change with time. I hadn't even thought about that possibility last night when I was dumbly agreeing to the official girlfriend idea. I'm just not sharp lately. Too much time fantasizing about getting fucked and not enough time strategizing.

Woe is me! I never thought I would use that phrase in all seriousness, but that's how I feel. Woe is me. Think of something, Suzanne! You always think of something and get out of every pickle, so think of something and get out of this one!

Suzanne brooded for over an hour, but still could see no solution to her problems. She decided to go over to Susan's house and do their usual exercising and retelling of the previous day's events. Between their new kissing and nude sunbathing habits, not to mention just how arousing the previous day was, she knew she'd be in for a hot time. She figured after a couple hours of that she could be alone and focus again on her problem.

All the time Suzanne spent in deep thought gave Susan a rare opportunity to be alone and think for herself. In the past week or two, Suzanne had kept a close eye on Susan and made doubly sure that she stayed in at least some kind of erotic mood nearly every single hour of the day. Suzanne took care of most of Susan's mundane chores like shopping so Susan wouldn't ever have to leave the house. Whenever Susan left the house for long periods of time, it was a big setback for her mental state, so Suzanne continually tried to prevent that.

But now Susan had a long chance to think, and the more she thought, the more unhappy she became. While she cleaned up everyone's cum from the kitchen floor, she had a dramatic change of heart. She had a flashback to when her children were small and some food would always fall to the floor. Now instead of peas and spilled milk it was crusted cum hosed all over her face and the floor by her precious little boy. The reality of how things had changed hit her like a ton of bricks and frightened her.

Suzanne walked in the door thrilled to see another day. As she took off her shirt and put it in the underwear cabinet, she thought, We're going to have LOTS of fun even before Alan gets home. What'll I do with Susan first? Just how far will we go?

But then she looked up and saw Susan. Her best friend looked like she was in mourning, fully clothed in black. On closer inspection, it was more like how a high priced call girl might dress for a funeral - the shiny, black number was cut to show a deep valley of cleavage. Suzanne thought with amusement that this was now Susan's outer limit of what she'd wear; something ridiculously conservative by her new standards.

As Suzanne drew near, Susan requested, "Please don't kiss me. Please. Today's not a good day."

"What's the problem?" Suzanne asked. She privately thought, Uh-oh. Here comes trouble. Another bump in the road.

The words poured out of Susan. "I don't know why all of the sudden now, but I'm filled with doubt and regret about how things are going with Alan. I feel things are spiraling out of control. ... I mean, things started out because of Alan's medical condition, and I just wanted to help him out. But I'm too weak! I've let it all go too far, not just with Alan, but with you, and Katherine, and Amy too. None of this has anything to do with his medical problem any more. I've been in such a sexual fog that I can barely even remember what his problem was in the first place. I have to stop this while I still have some willpower left. You know what happened last night. I was so docile and just let Alan do anything to anybody, including me. The way he forced me to do that strip tease, and then suck him off together with Amy. It was humiliating!"

Suzanne cut in. "Oh, come on. He didn't force you. You loved it, and you know it."

Susan thought, and then conceded the point. "I know. But that's the problem. I love it too much! You should have seen how I was acting this morning. I woke up thinking that I would act more responsibly, but that lasted all of about five seconds. As soon as Alan walked into the kitchen and put his hands on my butt, I was a goner. Within minutes I was all but begging to get fucked. It was like an orgy instead of a breakfast. I mean, really! Sometimes I wonder why Alan doesn't just up and fuck me. Before too long, everybody here is going to end up having sex with everybody else!"

Suzanne stood there, topless, at a total mental loss. She had been in the process of changing, as she always did immediately upon entering the Plummer household. She thought to herself, And an orgy would be considered a bad thing?!? That's my whole plan! She was still getting used to the fact that she wouldn't get to play with Susan's body, and had trouble relating to Susan's new mood. She asked, "And you have a problem with that?"

"Of course I have a problem with that! Suzanne, you have to back me up here! I mean ... it's not that I'm not enjoying things. That's the problem. I'm enjoying them too much! I can't maintain any boundaries, and all I can think about is sex, sex, sex. I've got Alan's hunky body or his penis on my mind all the time. I think I'm going mad!

"Just this morning, I mildly scolded Alan for finger fucking Katherine in front of me. That's not what normal families do! Especially because my main problem with his action was that he was doing it to her and not to me. I don't consider myself the jealous type, normally, and sometimes I enjoy hearing about his other sexual conquests. But I'm slowly changing. I want Alan to be with nobody but me, all day long. It pains me terribly when he has to go to school for seven long hours. They're so painfully long! If I didn't have you to keep me company during the day I couldn't bear it. Obviously I can't keep going on like this. But I'm not blaming anybody but myself. I haven't provided the leadership and discipline my children need. I just keep giving in to my urges, over and over."

She thought to herself some more, then continued, "I mean, my problem is that I'm mentally split in two. There's a part of me that really wants to fuck Alan, and even do, do..." She whispered quietly, "Do things to women too!" She continued in a normal voice, "That's how depraved I am. The things I've been thinking about doing to you... You don't even want to know. I can't say! But there's another part that finds it morally reprehensible and spiritually wrong. I realize now that I've been clueless lately, not thinking things through and not really thinking at all. That's because my mind is at war with itself. So I've just been turning my mind off rather than open up this can of worms. I don't want to go back to how things were before this all started. No way. If I don't get to suck Alan's cock every day, I think I'll just die. I can't go on without loving him, physically. Deeply. In every way. But I really can't go on like this either. I'm too obsessed!"

She sighed. "I have to strike a balance somehow, and have some level of daily sexual interaction while having a life free of sex some hours of the day. But the boundaries aren't working. It's not Alan's fault. He's been heroic in his restraint, I know. It's mostly because I always let things slide because secretly I just want to get fucked. But I can't. I shouldn't. I'm so torn! And what would I do without him? What if he were to move away? My life would be destroyed. But he needs to live his own life and not have me hanging around his neck."

Suzanne's heart went out to Susan's plight. She thought, I had no idea that Susan was so conflicted deep inside. That's probably because she's riding an erotic buzz most of the day and suppresses it all. She's a pretty smart woman normally, but these past weeks, most of the time she's so sexed up she has the intellect of a potted plant. But it looks like her childhood strictures against incest still haunt her, and it all comes out whenever the action stops. There's really only one solution. She has to get over the hump by humping, so to speak. She has to get used to fucking her son, and over time all her doubts will ebb away.

Susan sighed deeply. "I think I need professional help. I have to see a psychiatrist, immediately, before things get even more crazy!"

"Hmm. A psychiatrist, you say?" Suzanne said while her mind frantically schemed. How am I going to spin this? With no outsiders interfering, my plan to turn the Plummer house into a giant, non-stop orgy party has been slowly but surely succeeding. But if she talks to someone like a real psychiatrist, fuck knows what'll happen from that. Wait – I know what'll happen. The psychiatrist won't buy Alan's medical condition story, because let's face it, it can sound absurd if you don't want to believe it in the first place. They'll ask a few other doctors about it, and the entire thing will unravel. Dr. Fredrickson and Nurse Akami may do prison time, for starters. No way can I let that happen. I have to convince her not to see anybody. That's the...

As if Susan had read Suzanne's last thought, she said, "Don't try to make me change my mind. I've got my mind made up. I know what you're going to say: that no outsider should learn of Alan's medical problem. Who knows if even a trained professional will tell, and so on? And it's true I don't know a good doctor that can be trusted. But I think the situation demands taking the risk."

Suzanne failed to answer that. To stall for time, she diverted the subject and said, "By the way, I feel frightfully underdressed. How embarrassing." She went to the underwear cabinet to retrieve her shirt.

"Oh. Sorry about that. Actually, it's fine if you leave it off, but if you put it back on that could help me think. This is one of my problems: my arousal when I see... when I see..." Susan didn't want to bring up her recent lesbian urges with Suzanne, since Suzanne was the main focus of those urges. So instead she covered up her verbal stumble. "It's not like we suddenly can't go nude. After all, the task of helping Alan with his six time target never ends."

"I think I'll just put it back on then." Dressing allowed Suzanne to stall for time while she thought of new ideas. I don't think this would be the appropriate moment to take the egg vibrator out of my pussy, too. But it's so hard to think with it in there! Damn. Focus Suzanne. ... Okay, how about this. If she doesn't know a good doctor, what if I get a fake doctor to tell her lies? It worked so well once before to get this whole ball rolling. Akami really grew into her role. But whom can I pick for this? I don't know any psychiatrists at all, so I can't get one to lie like I did with Dr. Fredrickson. What if I get someone to impersonate one? Wait! I know the perfect person. My old college dorm mate, Xania.

"Susan," she finally said once she'd slipped her shirt back over her shoulders, "as you can tell, I'm pondering this situation deeply. I think you have a good point about seeing a psychiatrist. Personally, I think pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of, and these last few weeks have been the best of my life. But we don't know the long-term psychological effects, for you, or for your children. I didn't realize you've been so conflicted inside."

Susan explained, "That's because I've been turning my brain off, more or less, so I could just be in denial about everything and enjoy the moment. And they've been the best weeks of my life, too. But the slippery slope! Where is this leading? I can't control it."

Suzanne continued, "You should see someone about this. True, it's a risk. If this gets out, you could destroy everyone's lives, for sure. I know you said that Alan still needs his help, but do you personally really want to stop altogether? Do you really want to give up your daily dose of your son's cum?"

"Of course not. No way. I was thinking maybe I wouldn't be fully honest with the psychiatrist..."

"So you need someone who has some sympathy to Alan's medical needs, and your vital role in helping him out."

"Yes, if there's anyone out there sympathetic. Do you think there is? We have to keep helping Alan with his medical treatment, no matter what. He can't do it alone."

Suzanne pointed out, "Not many professionals are going to have any sympathy for this whole situation, even though it's all very medically justified. But I think I have the solution. I have a friend who's a psychiatrist. She's someone we can trust. She's also very open-minded and has a healthy attitude towards sexual things. It would be an almost perfect fit. I just hope she's around. I haven't spoken to her in years."

"Oh, Suzanne, that's great!" She'd kept her physical distance from Suzanne this morning, afraid they might end up kissing or more, but she excitedly walked up to her and gave her a big hug. "Who is she? Tell me more!"

"Well, I don't want to get your hopes up and then have them crash. For one thing, she doesn't even live in this county. She lives up in Los Angeles, last I knew. But she could be in Timbuktu for all I know, now. Let me go back home and make some calls; try to track her down. But I'd trust her with my life. No worries about the security aspect, if she can do it."

Suzanne left not long after, indeed so she could track down her old friend. As she walked back to her house, she thought, Too true! I haven't spoken to Xania in years. What is it, five years? I think she'd definitely be into helping, as long as she hasn't died or turned into a Jesus freak or something. No way would "The Tongue" get all prudish on me. She's so wild, she makes me look tame. Or at least she was. Xania, be home!

Suzanne rushed into her house and found her phone book. She was in such a hurry that she didn't take the time to remove the mini dildo that pulsed inside of her. It was set to change intensity levels at random and happened to be on high. She immediately dialed her friend.

"Xania? ... You're home! Great! It's me, Suzanne. ... Uh hunh. Look, I need to know urgently: no big changes in your life lately – married, kids, new job, something like that? ... No, same old you, living life, having fun? Great! ... Unh! Oh yes!" Half of her excitement came from the dildo. "This may sound weird, but I have a huuuuge favor to ask..."

Suzanne briefly and vaguely outlined the situation and the need for her friend Xania to play the role of a psychiatrist for a day. Xania proved to be game, especially when she was told that there would be some excellent sex involved. To sweeten the pot, Suzanne promised plenty of money to cover her time and hassle.

Xania lived for the nightlife. She was in her late thirties like Suzanne, but remained unmarried, and was addicted to L.A.'s swinging club scene. Over the years she'd experienced plenty of boyfriends, orgies, drugs, rock n' roll, and every type of hedonism she could find. But she still looked great and kept going strong. In fact, she had a very similar tall and buxom physique to Suzanne and Susan.

Suzanne truly did trust Xania because she knew her friend lived just for the moment. Something like blackmailing Suzanne to keep quiet went deep against her nature.

The one problem Suzanne had was that she couldn't really imagine Xania as a doctor. Given Xania's past jobs as such things as a professional stripper, the best Suzanne could do was conjure up the ridiculous image of Xania nearly naked and carrying some books. But luckily, Xania had done a lot of acting in Hollywood (mostly minor roles in soft-core porn movies) so she could at least play a role convincingly.

After she got the initial thumbs up and outlined a brief plan, Suzanne hung up and called Susan. "Hi, Susan? Guess what? Xania is still around, and still a psychiatrist! That's the name of the friend I was talking about. ... Not only that, but I briefly outlined your problem and your urgent need, and she has agreed to make room to see you the day after tomorrow! Isn't that great? ... Of course, you'll have to drive up to Los Angeles, but her office is only about an hour and a half away from here, so that's not too bad. She also wants to see Alan and Katherine to see the problem from all angles. ... Uh huh, on the same day. They'll obviously have to miss school. Figure on at least half a day, with the driving. ... Just have them call in sick."

After she talked to Susan some more, Suzanne called Xania back and they made their plans. Xania really did live in L.A., an adversity that Suzanne turned into an advantage. If the "doctor" was in the same town, Susan might want to have weekly appointments, and that would never work since Xania didn't know psychiatry from a hole in the ground. Plus, they'd have to immediately rent short-term office space and if it was nearby Susan might pass by the spot some other time and notice it wasn't there any more.

Suzanne drove to L.A. that same day to discuss the situation for hours with Xania so she'd be coached on what to say. While she was there, she made all the arrangements to make a believable office.

Suzanne wasn't happy that Susan had this psychiatrist idea, but she looked on the positive side. If I can pull this off, I can use this to drive Susan and the others even deeper into sexual abandon. Get the doctor to say everything is okay as is, and she'll no longer to have any excuse to hold back any more. This could actually get rid of what remains of her moral qualms and heal her mental split that's been troubling her. True, we'll all benefit, but really it's for her own good. God, I'm brilliant!

CHAPTER 3

Alan's day at school was very "Glory-ious," as he liked to put it. He spent most of lunch with Glory to make up for the fact that he couldn't get it up for her the day before. As they were doing pretty much every day when Alan had enough time, they had fun with role playing.

They played a fantasy where Alan was a vampire. But he wasn't just any vampire. He was a vampire who needed pussy juice instead of blood to survive. After much chasing around the room and the holding up of crosses, Alan caught Glory and playfully bit at her neck and her ears. As he tore open her blouse (she was losing a lot of buttons lately, as he really liked to do that in their games), he sucked on her nipples and tweaked her tits for a few minutes. Then he had her bend over the table and pulled down her pants and undies.

In a Transylvanian accent he said, "I vant to suck your cunt! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" Then he got down to the business of pussy licking from the behind. He pointed out that as a pussy vampire he needed a heck of a lot of pussy juice, so he licked her hole from a variety of positions.

In fact, he steered the fantasy in this direction because he wanted to practice his pussy licking. They did that for most of the lunch period.

Slowly the fantasy dissolved and they reverted to their natural roles of teacher and student. Glory continued her lessons about the finer points of going down on a woman. He still wasn't good at it and would have much preferred doing most anything else with Glory's body, but he pushed himself. She assured him that he would slowly get better and more comfortable with it, and she was right. By the end of their time together he began to enjoy it. He found it was a lot of fun to do something arousing with his tongue and hear the moans of great pleasure in response.

But he preferred to lay on top of Glory right on the table she used to teach his class. With both of them completely naked by now, he fell back into the vampire role and really got to know her neck during the times they didn't lock lips. He gave her enough hickies and small bites to last a lifetime. She was happy to have her boobs mash into his strong chest, but she wasn't so comfortable with the fact that his penis was only inches from her pussy lips. So she clamped the penis between her thighs and kept it there to make sure "it didn't get into any mischief" as she put it. Since she was so athletic from her love of surfing and other sports, her thighs were quite muscular. She squeezed his penis with her impressive thigh muscles, which kept it hard and happy.

The grand finale was one of Glory's extraordinary blowjobs. She took him deeper and deeper until it became a deep throat. Again her tongue, mouth, lips, and hands all worked to drive him over the edge. Nothing made him feel so good. He suspected that even if he could fuck her, the deep throat would probably feel better. But he still wanted to fuck her bad just the same.

Yet, for all this activity, they only spent about twenty minutes together. Alan had been talked into another cheerleader painting job, this time for Janice. So everything they did felt a bit rushed.

Aside from the usual lack of time, their biggest problem was that they had no bed to lie in. Even though they still weren't fucking yet, they usually wanted to get more intimate than just mutual masturbation on uncomfortable desks and chairs. Glory had taken to keeping sheets and pillows in the closet behind her desk, and she would lay them out on the ground so they wouldn't have to roll around on a cold and dirty concrete floor. But she could hardly go any further and bring in a mattress into her classroom. Even the sheets had their own dangers. Despite their best efforts to keep things clean, on a day where Alan stayed for a while the sheet would get covered with sweat and cum. Then Glory would have to smuggle it out in her bag and replace it with a new one. They longed for a better and safer place to play.

Their problem was compounded by the fact that they both loved role playing so much. Just before he left, Glory asked him, "So what are we going to play tomorrow?"

"Hmm. So many excellent choices. You want to get really wild? Okay. I want to be Father Alan, a Catholic priest. And I want you to be Sister Glory. Or Gloria. That's better; sounds more religious."

"Young man, you are one twisted fuck. I love it! Okay! But how? If we do that, we'd have to take it to a whole other level. We need costumes to really make it work. And that's just one fantasy. We're gonna need a lot of costumes."

"It was just an idea. I can pick something simpler."

"No. I'm into it. Except that I call dibs on me being Princess Leia and you being Han Solo the day after that."

"Okay. Cool. You don't want me to be Luke Skywalker?"

"No. I like my guys to be a little more rugged and complicated. Plus she's Luke's sister. Gross!"

"Oh. Right. Forgot." Alan blushed and hoped his reaction wouldn't somehow give away what he was did with his own sister.

She appeared not to notice anything unusual and continued, "Anyhow, so we've got the lack of bed problem. The smuggling in and out of sheets. The pillow in the closet. Getting rid of the cum smell. Looking all hot and bothered at the start of fifth period class. And to top it all off, now I've got to smuggle in and out a nun's habit and a priest's outfit. What if I get caught? That'll be a little bit awkward, to say the least. A teacher bringing sheets and costumes into the classroom? How to explain that? Plus, all these props are gonna cost money."

"I'll go halvesies with you on the props. I don't get a whole lot of spending money or I'd be more gallantly generous. But you'd pretty much have to buy them because I always have to ask before using the car. ... If it's too much trouble, we don't have to do this. I love being with you just the same, props or no props."

"No, I want to do this." Not only did Glory enjoy this role playing tremendously, she also thought this might give her an edge over some of the other women Alan got sexual with. She didn't want him to come in every day with a penis too sore to use. So they made their plans.

With lunch half way over, he was in a rush to leave, but as he headed to the door, Glory said to him, "Wait."

She paused, and Alan thought it would be something very important. "You know, young man, that we have a school assembly the last period of class today, don't you?"

"Yeah? So what?"

"I don't expect you'll actually be going to that, will you?" Her emotions were a mix of mischievousness and apprehension.

Her meaning slowly dawned on him. "You mean, you want me to come back here? I could get in trouble for that."

"Ah. You're such a good kid. Don't worry. I'll give you a pass. I'm the one who's likely to get in trouble. The way we're meeting every day - we can't continue. It's just a matter of time until we get caught. And I'm corrupting you, encouraging delinquency, but I just love it too much. I want a full hour with you, instead of just part of a lunch. I still want to know where you're going for the other half of your lunch time."

He ignored that last sentence, and replied, "Okay. See you in about an hour. Later!" He ran off.

CHAPTER 4

When Alan reached the theater room, Heather let him in with the usual knock and password. But she looked cross. He looked further into the room and saw Janice and Joy, but they looked upset, too. The three girls were dressed in their usual casual clothes and waiting for him.

"You're late," Heather bitched.

"Sorry. Geez, what happened here? Did someone die or something?"

There was no answer. Since every minute counted for Alan's painting needs, he got to work immediately and took out his painting tools.

The truth was, the tensions were extremely high after what happened the day before. Heather had been sexually cruel to Joy and Janice had volunteered herself to save Joy from further humiliation. But thanks to Heather's cruelty, Janice had inadvertently discovered sexual feelings for Joy, and also discovered that Joy had no lesbian desires whatsoever. Janice blamed everything on Heather and wanted revenge, but in her deal to replace Joy she'd promised to sincerely obey Heather's commands and not seek revenge.

So the situation was complicated and Alan didn't have a clue about any of it. However, he saw the tension between Heather and Janice right away. Any idiot could see the hatred that radiated from Janice, and Heather glared back just as angrily.

Alan asked, "Janice, Heather, what's up between you two? If looks could kill, both of you would be struck down dead instantly."

Heather said in a bitter tone, "Ask Janice what her problem is. She's supposed to be nice to me."

"I don't have a problem," Janice answered. "No problem at all. Everything is fine." But her tone made it clear that everything was most definitely not fine. Her face burned slightly red, though nowhere near as red as her flaming hair.

Alan let it drop. He didn't have the energy or time to step between the two of them at the moment. So he focused his attention on painting.

When Janice saw that Alan had his painting tools out, she bent over and pulled off her shorts so he could start. He removed her underwear and noticed with pleasure that she'd shaved her bush off since he saw her last, no doubt because it would help with the paint job.

They all knew the painting routine by now, so he started without any discussion or need for explanation. However, that meant the room remained deadly quiet, and no one was in a sexy mood whatsoever.

He worked on fixing that. To cover the awkward lack of discussion, he asked Heather to turn on a stereo system that was built into the wall behind the stage. When she did, he asked for something rocking and bouncy. Tom Petty came on and that fit the bill nicely.

He turned Janice over to paint her front side and asked Joy, "By the way, what are you doing here today? Are you all set with your paint job?"

Joy was there for two reasons, but didn't want to give either of them. One was that she wanted to make sure Janice and Heather didn't get into a catfight, because they'd been sniping in class all day long. The second was that she was hoped Alan would give her the kind of mind-blowing fuck that he'd given her the day before. But with the grim mood in the room, she didn't even try to flirt with him. So she just answered, "I'm all set. I just like sticking by my best friend, Janice."

Alan though, had other ideas. He said, "In a few minutes I'm going to need to paint Janice's pussy lips and they're as dry as a bone. I need them nice and engorged. For that to happen, we have to sex up the mood around here. Why don't you do a little strip tease for us? I know that would get me in the mood." He thought about his mother's strip tease just the night before and definitely wanted a repeat performance, even though he knew no cheerleader could hold a candle to his mother.

Joy was the shy type, but she also desperately wanted to please Alan so she could get fucked again, even if the time and circumstances meant that would be some other day. So she surprised herself when she said, "Okay."

She wore underwear under her street clothes, since Heather no longer dictated what she had to wear and do. Tom Petty's "Running Down a Dream" played in the background, and while it wasn't ideal music to strip to, it was inspiring enough to do the job.

Slowly, Joy started to sway and dance to the music. She wanted to get into the groove a bit before she started to take anything off.

Alan meanwhile pulled down his zipper and exposed his penis. It was flaccid from so much recent abuse and the utter lack of any sexual mood. He said to Janice, "Can you see if you can get this puppy excited?"

Janice was happy to do it as a distraction, because the one thing she didn't want to do was see Joy strip. She realized now that she was deeply in love and in lust with her best friend, and to see Joy get naked in such a sensual manner would only be torture, since Joy didn't feel the same. All she had to do was look up and she could see Joy sway above her, but she tried not to and focused on the handjob.

The two of them had been friends since kindergarten. Janice began to think about all the good times she'd had with Joy over the years and found herself focused on the sleepovers and other occasions where she'd seen Joy dressed only in underwear, as she was now. Soon Janice began to think more of the underwear and less of the fond memories. When she noticed a wet spot developing between Joy's legs, she thought she'd pass out with excitement, but at the same time she cursed with frustration.

Janice meanwhile tried reviving Alan's penis, but she didn't seem to have much luck. It was a bit difficult to do, given that she faced the other direction and she could barely get a hand on it. Furthermore, she had to try to remain perfectly still so he could paint, which took up much of her attention the more aroused she became.

Heather, meanwhile, stood back with arms crossed, staring daggers into anyone who dared look her way. Like Joy, she'd come to see if she could get fucked, and also to make sure that the other two, but especially Janice, did not. She was upset that Alan had so far ignored her and had Janice do the handjob. She eyed Janice's every mood critically, always thinking about how much better she could be doing.

Joy had only taken off her shorts and the mood in the room was still very tense, mostly thanks to Heather just standing there and glaring. Alan also had to concentrate of the painting instead of fully devoting himself to sexual pleasures.

After a couple of minutes Heather couldn't take it any more and walked up to where Alan was painting. As she knelt down, she complained, "Janice, can't you do anything right? Obviously you're not very inspirational. Here. Let me take over." She rather forcibly took command of Alan's penis.

Joy, oblivious to anything but the music and her own private world, took her top off. She'd already shed her shyness and quite enjoyed the strip tease. As she broke into a big smile, the mood in the room instantly lightened and Alan smiled back.

His penis now was at three-fourths full size. He hadn't commented on Heather's takeover, but now he just said, "Heather, suck it."

"What?"

"It's still not there. Suck on it and you'll make it fully hard." He acted like this was the most normal and natural request imaginable.

However, Heather had only given blowjobs on a handful of occasions, which was virtually nothing for her, given the numerous times she'd had sex. She didn't like the taste and vowed never to do it again. "Sorry, I don't do that. I'll get it big with my hands. You'll see."

"Sorry," Alan said in a domineering tone. "I recall last week when you were in my house, you promised that you'd suck me off whenever I wanted. Are you going to break your promise? Because if you are, I think I'd much rather fuck Janice here."

In Heather's current mindset there was nothing more encouraging he could have possibly said. She was going to deny Janice that pleasure at all costs. "Okay. Fine," she muttered, trying to wear a happy face. She took his penis in her mouth and sucked, but without enthusiasm.

After a minute or two, Alan then had Janice sit up. He took her T-shirt and she just held her arms out and let him do it without asking why (there was no real reason except he wanted to see her completely naked). Then he motioned her back down and had her crouch on all fours. Once again, Janice had a front row seat for Joy's strip tease. Janice again tried to close her eyes, but curiosity got the best of her, and they didn't stay closed for long.

With Heather sucking, Joy stripping, and Janice practically drooling at the sight of her best friend, Alan had managed to change the atmosphere in the room quite considerably. Even though Heather couldn't see the other two girls, there was an erotic mood in the room that grew, and she picked up on it. She started to suck with greater vigor.

All Alan had left to do with the paint job was the "touch up" work around Janice's pussy and asshole. He knew he had time to finish now, so he plunged his finger and out of Janice's asshole, as if to "prep" it. Janice looked up and imagined Joy in front of her so she could lick her friend's pussy while Alan fucked her up the ass. Both ideas were so arousing that she came on the spot. Alan continued to saw away with his finger.

Heather had gone to Alan fully dressed, but he played with her tits and she wanted to give him better access, so she stopped her cocksucking and quickly wiggled out of her bra and pulled her top up so her tits could be freed. Then she dove back onto his penis. She was surprised that she enjoyed it, if only for the tasty pre-cum that dribbled out. She was also proud that she'd succeeded where Janice failed to inspire, because Alan was rock hard by now.

Heather was surprised at just how enthusiastically she bobbed her head up and down over Alan's shaft - her head was a near blur of action now, and a hand stroked near the base of the penis just as frantically. Her body seemed to act on its own and her mind just looked on as if an observer. Alan spread his legs wider and she plunged a finger into his asshole. She didn't even care if it was clean or dirty - she had sex on the brain and was ready to do anything and everything.

Alan still made a pretense at painting, though he did a lot more sawing into Janice's ass than any painting. It was a tribute to the countless times he'd been sucked off in recent weeks that he could even keep up a pretense, given the full-on attack Heather made on his privates.

All he had left to do was Janice's pussy lips, but he was having too much fun to fully concentrate on that. He told the redhead, "You're not wet enough yet." So, with Janice's ass high off the ground, he thrust two fingers into her pussy and began to grind them around.

Janice's eyes were now locked on Joy's naked figure. Joy very much enjoyed herself now, and since Janice was her most rapt observer, she mostly danced for her best friend. Janice was both loving and hating life. When Joy ran out of clothes, she kept on dancing. Janice thought her eyes would bug right out. With Alan's fingers pounding into her pussy, she felt like crying, because she felt so good and so tortured at once.

Then Joy, now just a few feet in front of her friend, began to finger her own pussy and Janice thought she would lose it altogether. Joy would have been blind not to see the expression of pure lust and desire on her best friend, but that didn't stop her in the slightest. Even though she didn't feel lesbian desires, she loved the attention.

CHAPTER 5

Alan decided that it was time he did some serious fucking. He suddenly announced, "Okay, Heather, since you don't like cocksucking, get your cunt over here. It needs some solid pounding."

Heather wordlessly turned around and raised her ass so he could slip it in doggy style as he continued to frig Janice's ass and pussy right in front of him and also watch Joy's continuing show.

He said to the blonde cheerleader, "Do you know what happens when I put my cock in your mouth, cunt, or ass?"

"No."

"You stop being Heather the stuck up bitch and you start being Heather the willing and submissive slut. Isn't that so?"

"Yes." She gasped as his penis dove deep into her hole.

"That's 'yes, sir' to you."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, tell me Heather, what am I fucking right now?"

"You're fucking a wanton slut, sir." She loved it when he called her names.

"Well, that certainly is true," he said sincerely, since if anyone in his high school qualified as a slut, it was Heather. But then, even more aggressively, he said, "I'm looking for a cum dump. Where can I find a cum dumpster around here?"

"Look down, sir," Heather answered breathlessly between gasps for air as Alan relentlessly speared her tight, blonde pussy with his penis. "Don't look at Joy. Your cum dumpster is down here. Sir." As though to punctuate her point, she rotated her hips, which made Alan's invading monster barely tap her G-spot for a second. That caused both teens to shiver excitedly.

"Oh," Alan replied as he quickly gained control of himself. "Is that the thing I have my penis stuck in? I was wondering what the insignificant hole was. It seems to talk, funnily enough. Can you talk, or are you just a mindless fuck hole?"

Heather was puzzled as to how he wanted her to answer. She responded, "I'm just a mindless fuck hole, but somehow I'm able to talk. I guess I need to say a few words, so I can tell men how badly I need to get fucked. Sir." Spurred on and inspired by the demeaning talk, the head cheerleader slammed her hips backwards and impaled herself deeper on the stiff penis, an action that caused her buttocks to slap loudly against his thighs.

"Excellent answer, slut. You even remembered to say 'sir.' How is it that a blonde airhead like you can string together two sentences like that?"

"I don't know, sir. I'm not used to talking since my mouth is usually full of cock. Sir."

"Wow. You're really good at this talking thing, considering you're just a pussy life support system."

"Yes, sir!"

Alan continued this banter as he fucked the beautiful teen. They swapped positions and Heather sat on top of him so the two of them could fully concentrate on their fucking as they rose towards mutual climaxes.

He took time to congratulate himself. Mere minutes earlier, the room was so chilly with ill feeling that it seemed to be ten below zero. Now everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves, though he didn't realize how much of Janice's enjoyment was painfully bittersweet.

Unfortunately, just as Heather and Alan began to assault each other with well-timed thrusts and built up to something great, Heather's alarm clock went off. She set that during these lunches to make sure they wouldn't be late for their next class.

Alan stopped fucking and muttered, "Damn lunches. Never long enough." It took him ten minutes before he started fucking and he'd arrived in the room with twenty minutes left to go, so he calculated he'd been in her less than ten minutes. He grabbed Heather roughly by the hair and said, "Get down, bitch. You're going to take it in the mouth."

She dutifully popped herself off of his penis, scooted down his legs and put the penis drenched with her own juices into her mouth. Within seconds of feeling her tongue dance on the sensitive underside, he let his load go since time was all out.

Heather was inexperienced at cocksucking, but she seemed to try to swallow as much as she could. He was pleased and thought, No doubt, she'll love the taste. Just like all the others. Once I've got her hooked on my seed, I'll never hear her refusing to suck cock again. Heh-heh.

Alan looked around. Joy sat up on her knees, and seemed content to fuck herself endlessly. Furthermore, she did it only a couple of feet in front of a literally drooling and shaking Janice. It occurred to him that he'd gotten so caught up in fucking that he'd forgotten to paint Janice's pussy lips. Now Janice was too wet and too aroused - to paint her would be like hitting a moving target. Oh well. That's what tomorrow is for. I'm sure I'll be wanted back.

It was a strange come down. An awkward silence once again descended, though lucky Tom Petty's greatest hits still played in the background. Janice and Heather once again avoided even looking at each other. More awkwardly, Janice now blushed profusely when Joy came near and tried to be friendly. Eventually Joy pulled the still shaking Janice up and helped steady her. Janice thrilled at the touch, and as she deliberately leaned all over her best friend as though too weak to stand, she wondered how she'd be able to interact platonically ever again. She at least resisted any overt groping.

But Alan didn't get to find out how things developed after that, because he finished dressing first and rushed off to class.

Later, in fifth period, Alan paid no attention as his teacher droning on. He thought about his experience with the cheerleaders at lunch. His perspective was very different after the post-orgasmic come-down. He thought, You know, I'm turning into a real asshole. I'm getting bossy and full of myself. Jesus H. Christ! Who was that arrogant jerk and when did he inhabit my body? How do I get him out? The way I treated Heather was ridiculous! True, it was just playing around, and she likes it that way, but really! "Cum dumpster"? "Pussy life support system"? Dang! I never would have said that kind of thing in a million years, just a couple of weeks ago. Is it really playing around, or is that the real me coming out? If it is, I don't like me. I don't want to be an arrogant asshole, snapping my fingers and saying "Lick it, baby. You know you love it." I have to fight this! Heather seems to bring out the worst in me, but we have such great sex. These women are attracted to me because I'm a nice guy. But at the same time, they want me to act like an aggressive sexual brute. I don't get it.

The way I'm going off in my mind how Heather is going to love my cum is typical of my arrogant attitude. But the problem is, it's true. There is something about my cum and the way I fuck that makes women melt. And when I act like that with Heather, it's so cathartic. I can let all my pent up frustrations out, especially my lack of fucking Mom and Suzanne. And I'm always holding my tongue, not calling anyone things like slut or bitch, and that all comes tumbling out with Heather, too. She loves it. But that doesn't make the way I'm behaving right.

What am I supposed to do? I'm only fucking eighteen! No one prepared me for this. I have no idea what this all means or how to deal with it! Where's the after school special on how to treat your harem? Seriously! I'm sitting here in the middle of this fucking insanely boring class, and I look just like any other average student on the outside, but in secret I really have a de facto harem. And I'm turning into some kind of cruel sultan slave owner or something.

Not only that, but I'm losing touch with reality. This class just seems unreal; just an annoying diversion until I have my face buried in my mom's tits again. I was going to tell my friends that Amy is now my girlfriend, but my social life is such a disaster that when will I even see them again outside of saying hi between classes? I'm going to be a complete failure in life unless I can get a job as a gigolo or something. He thought with grim humor, I wonder if there are any paying jobs involving having your penis sucked all day long.

I really need some advice. Acting all bossy gets my penis hard. Hearing Heather say "Yes, sir!" so obediently gets me even harder. Just thinking that I have a harem is giving me a woody right now, especially when I think of the likes of Mom and Sis naked at my feet, waiting to serve me. They're so willing. Christ! We're talking the most beautiful women on the planet! I'm only human. I think I'm doing pretty good, considering how some people might have acted in my shoes. Aren't I? I don't know. ... This is like the story of Job, except in reverse, where everything is going right instead or wrong. But it's turning into a curse, just the same.

I have to talk to Suzanne soon. Luckily she's got lots of wisdom and experience. She'll be able to help, if anyone can. Thank God for her. As much as I love my mom and sister, they certainly can't help. I don't even think I could have a really long talk with them any more unless I allow them to suck my cock at the same time. JESUS! This is so good, but so fucked up.

CHAPTER 6

Before Alan could get home to talk to Suzanne, he had his secret tryst with Glory during the school assembly. While his attitudes about sex were changing drastically, he'd never ditched class before and felt surprisingly guilty about skipping out on the assembly, even though he knew it was a waste of time. He thought ruefully, Odd how I'm more bothered by that than the fact that I'm fucking my sister. Things are so skewed. They should just lock me up now and tour me around as the biggest freak in California.

When he arrived in Glory's room with his hall pass, he looked at her smiling happily at him and considered telling her about his problem with the cheerleaders. Look at Glory. She's so smart and wise. She's probably as smart as Suzanne, in fact. The problem is, she's so moral. She still thinks I'm a normal guy. She probably figures, yes, he's playing around with Suzanne and Kim and a couple of other women, but that's the extent of it. If she only knew the depths of my depravity! I would blow her mind straight off of her head if I told her what I was doing to my sister and mother. Incest. I love doing it, but I hate the word. I don't really connect the act and the word together; I don't really think of it like that, but she certainly would. Even if I merely tell her what I did during lunch, her opinion of me is going to completely plummet. I can't even tell her just hints about it, because once she's on the case she's so good at teasing the rest out of me. Dang. I could really use her advice, too.

While Alan felt introspective and glum, Glory was in a completely different mood. There was a very devilish twinkle in her eye. They briefly kissed hello and then she said to him, "I have something special planned today, since we have this extra, extended opportunity. Lately we've mostly been playing out your fantasies, which is fine. It's been loads of fun. But today I want you to act out my fantasy. Are you okay with that?"

Alan thought about that. That's fair play. Everyone's been serving me, pleasing me, following my whim. I need to be more giving and sensitive to other people's needs. This is a perfect first step to turning over a new leaf; getting more humble. "Sure, Glory. That sounds like a great idea. I'm happy to do whatever you want."

She gave him a surprisingly naughty smile. "I'm very glad to hear that. Are you absolutely sure? Anything?"

Alan thought, Uh-oh. She's going to make me do something really weird. I can tell. But he confirmed, "Yes. Absolutely. Anything."

"Good. We're going to role play again. Just follow my orders. And keep in mind that, for the purposes of this drama, you've been a very bad student."

"Yes, ma'am." Alan sat in his usual front row classroom seat and thought, You don't need to add the "purposes of this drama" part. I totally failed my second period class test today. I didn't even study because I was so spaced out that I didn't even hear when the test was announced. Duh.

Glory pretended to lead the class as she always did and ignored the fact that Alan was the only student there. She started to ask him questions that in fact were from her real history lesson earlier in the day. But while Alan knew some of the answers, he pretended total cluelessness and got them all wrong. He could tell from her subtle signals that this was the response she wanted, even as outwardly she grew more and more annoyed at him.

After a couple minutes of rapid fire questions, she said, "Young man. Alan Plummer. I'm talking to you! Are you even paying attention? Come up here this instant! I've had enough with your attitude."

He walked up and acted blissfully arrogant.

She said to the imaginary class, "Now, I'm sure all of you have heard about the new law just passed, reinstating some traditional, though controversial, punishment methods. Since this young man here is acting so incorrigible, he's going to be the first to experience our new disciplinary techniques." She pulled a ruler out of her drawer and started to slap it into her free hand.

Alan thought, Oh God. Here it comes. A spanking. I should have known. She seemed to get off on that first time she spanked me. In fact, that's the only time I've been spanked. I gotta admit it was pretty arousing, and at the moment I actually feel like being spanked. I feel so shitty that I want to be punished. So go ahead and do it, Glory. Give it all you've got. But he just stood there dumbly, as that was the role he figured she wanted him to play.

"Young man," she barked, "I want you to drop your shorts right now and bend over my desk. That's right. You're going to get a spanking. One slap for every wrong answer you gave, just as the new law stipulates for particularly troublesome students."

He played embarrassed and frightened. "But Ms. Rhymer! You can't expect me to stand here in my underwear in front of all my classmates! That's worse than any spanking you could give!"

"I don't expect you to stand in your underwear. I expect you to drop it all. Strip from the waist down. NOW!" She struck her desk hard with the ruler.

"But teacher! Then everyone will see my... my everything! I'll be the laughing stock of the school!"

She smiled wickedly. Alan was surprised at this side of her; a side he'd never seen before except for the first time she'd spanked him. "Yes. That's right. But that's excellent motivation for all of you to study harder next time, isn't it? Who here is going to be in Alan's shoes next time?"

She looked out over the class very convincingly, even though the room was empty. Alan could easily imagine a class full of students absolutely frightened out of their gourds. Then she hit the desk again with the ruler, and shouted menacingly, "Now, drop 'em!"

Alan closed his eyes and imagined the class staring at him as he slowly pulled his shorts and underwear down. Even though he knew there was no one there, he had started to get into the role play, and with his eyes closed, it seemed real. He felt relieved that at least his back was turned, so "they" could only see his butt.

What happened next, though, was a surprise. He felt Glory's hands in his hair. She said, "Don't be alarmed. I'm putting a blindfold on you, just as the new law requires."

Sure enough she covered his eyes with a cloth that completely blocked out all light. He found himself getting a bit scared as he adjusted to the loss of sight. I thought Glory was very moral and straight laced, but does she also have hidden depths of depravity? Just what is she going to do to me?

His fears doubled when she next tied his hands behind his back with a rope and again explained that it was part of the imaginary new law. Then she put a gag in his mouth and yet again invoked the law. He realized, Rope. Gag. Blindfold. This is not some spur of the moment thing. She's been planning this for some time. This must be some long-held teacher fantasy. Just how far is this going to go?!?

With his blindfold on and his hands securely tied, she grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him to face the imaginary class. Alan reflexively tried to cover his crotch with his hands and his fear level shot up still further when he realized that he couldn't cover up to save his life. He felt his ears and cheeks burn with embarrassment as he imagined the class staring at his genitals and laughing.

Glory thought along similar lines. She said to her imaginary crowd, "What are you all laughing and pointing at? Haven't you ever seen a penis before?" She reached down and cupped his balls with one hand and held his penis with the other. He'd been flaccid, but he shot to full hardness within seconds.

She said to the "class," "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, especially you guys. Looks to me his package is nothing to laugh at. Look at that thing grow. If I were Alan here, I'd be proud instead of ashamed. I wonder how many of you boys out there have a penis this long or thick? ... That's right. You're not laughing now. Too bad you can't see, Alan, because I think you're going to get a lot of offers for dates from the ladies in this class after today. Look at the way Jody is licking her lips. That's very unseemly, young lady. Let's focus here."

Alan felt pride at Glory's compliments and imagined the school buzzing with talk and rumor about just how big his package was. His nervousness came down a couple of notches. Then Glory started to masturbate his penis, and his arousal shot through the roof. He could feel the eyes of all his classmates as if they were really there and staring in shock.

She said to her audience as she stroked, "Now, don't get the wrong idea. I certainly don't want to be doing this, but it's what the new law requires. Some new thinking about associating pain and pleasure together for a more effective punishment. I don't understand it all, but this is what I'm supposed to do. ... Yes, Becky?"

Alan imagined his classmate Becky raising her hand and Glory calling on her. Becky was one of the most beautiful girls in the class, though she couldn't compare with a truly outstanding beauty such as Glory.

Glory continued, "What's that, Becky? You say that you'll volunteer to stroke it? Well, that's very thoughtful, but this is really my duty as teacher. Perhaps later, if my hands get tired. ... Now, let's see. Alan, I'm going to lead you over to this chair here. You're going to lay down on it, stomach down, ass high up." So she helped Alan lay down. He found he was stretched over two chairs. His butt made a 90 degree angle and his knees rested on the cold, marble floor.

He heard the smack of the ruler against what he assumed to be her hand. She started lecturing, "Now, I'm sorry, young man, but you have to realize this is for your own good. I don't want to be doing this, but the new law is based on the latest research, and studies show..."

He didn't pay full attention, and as she talked his mind drifted off and he thought, This is so strangely appropriate. I really deserve this. I've been a right bastard towards women lately and now a woman is giving me my comeuppance. Even though this is Glory's fantasy, maybe it will seriously correct my attitude. It would be more of a punishment though, if she wasn't fondling my penis so vigorously the whole time.

She continued to lecture (and fondle), but in mid sentence, without any warning, he heard a whoosh through the air and then a loud smack on his upturned ass. He was somewhat surprised to realize just how hard she hit him. Although they were pretending in this drama, this was no pretend spanking.

Glory brought the ruler down again and again. He truly was in pain, though the fondling of his full penis certainly compensated some. He could hear her breathing quite heavily and imagined that she was getting aroused.

After the fifth spanking, he heard her say, "Now, class, I unfortunately didn't make the new law, but the law clearly states that after the fifth spanking the administrator of the punishment must take her dress off and fondle herself. I certainly don't want to expose myself to you all, this is very embarrassing, but I'm told I could be in serious trouble if I don't follow the regulations to the letter. ... That's right. Get your jollies out now looking at me, but it's really no big deal. You're going to be seeing me naked quite a lot with this new punishment system in place."

Alan didn't know he could get more aroused by a spanking, but the idea that she was naked at least from the waist down, just like him, and fondling herself, took him to another level. When she brought down the ruler for the sixth and seventh time, he almost found himself ready to beg for more. But he recalled that the "new law" required one spanking for every question answered incorrectly and figured he'd gotten about ten questions wrong. So he figured his punishment would soon be over.

The situation was so strange that he thought he could handle anything Glory could dish out. But he could never have imagined what happened next. To his utter horror, he heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. It was a most insistent pounding.

Glory stepped out of her role and whispered into his ear, "Oh shit! What the hell? Don't worry, I'll take care of this. Sit tight. I don't have time to get you out of your get-up here. I've gotta change myself. Just hold on." She squeezed his penis the way lovers squeeze hands for assurance and then let go of it.

Alan fidgeted nervously as he waited to hear who it was. Fuck. What if it's someone like the principal, or even some janitor? I'll be so royally fucked! Not only will Glory be fired, but it'll probably make the newspapers. I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school! The whole fucking town!

He heard the door open, which surprised the hell out of him. Did she open it just a crack? Otherwise, someone is looking at my butt! Then he heard Glory say, "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Sorry to bother you, Ms. Rhymer, but I left my books in here. I was wondering if I could come in and pick them up?"

Alan tried to place the voice, but he couldn't. He guessed it was from a female student. That in and of itself was quite a relief.

Glory replied, "Oh, hi Michelle. I'm kind of involved in something right now and I'd rather you don't come in. You just tell me where you put them and I can get them for you. But in any case, shouldn't you be at the assembly?"

Michelle replied, "I should be, but I was so worried that someone would steal my books that I snuck away to get them. I have so many personal things in there!"

"I understand. Just a second." Alan heard a long pause and wondered what was happening. Then, to his surprise, he heard Glory say, "Just a minute. Michelle, I remember last month when you came to me and confessed that you had a deep crush on Alan Plummer and asked my advice. Isn't that right?"

"Oh, teach, why do you have to bring that up? That's so embarrassing."

"Did you ever ask him out?"

"Are you kidding? All the best looking girls beat me to the punch. Everyone started asking him out once he began acting so confident and sexy, but he's turned them down left and right. I was too shy. Frankly, even though there are rumors of him, well, being with one or two of the cheerleaders, there are other rumors that he doesn't like girls at all."

Alan was shocked at that last comment, and very displeased. He also felt extremely helpless, realizing that if Glory opened the door wide, this girl would see him tied up, blindfolded, and with a red, exposed ass. He wasn't religious, but he fervently prayed she'd go away quickly.

Glory asked, "I can assure you he likes girls. Even though he turned those others down, you should still ask him out. You told me you had a thing for him even before his transformation. You're one of the most beautiful girls in the whole school. I can't imagine any guy who wouldn't fall head over heels for you, if only for your buxom chest."

Alan frantically scanned his memories, trying to remember a buxom, beautiful Michelle. There were many Michelles in the school, three in his class taught by Glory alone. But he knew it wasn't any of them, since he didn't recognize the voice. He drew a complete blank, but realized he knew few names of any students in the other grades, even if they were pretty girls. It was a big high school.

"Oh, you're just saying that, Ms. Rhymer," he heard Michelle say. He could practically hear her blush.

"No, it's true. You know, I have to confess, Alan and I are very close. He confides in me. He told me that he quite fancies you."

"What?" Alan heard Michelle squeal happily. "Really? I don't believe it!"

Alan thought, Now I'm really puzzled. Certainly Glory knows that's not true. I don't know this Michelle from Adam, much less fancy her! Maybe she's just trying to boost this girl's ego?

Glory continued, "It's completely true. As a matter of fact, let me come completely clean. Michelle, since I've known you for years and you're one of my closest students, I have a confession to make. Alan and I are actually romantically involved."

Alan was so shocked that he felt like he nearly had a brain aneurysm. He wanted to scream, "NO! SHUT UP!" but he couldn't make a peep. Even if he wasn't gagged, he didn't want to make a sound for fear of being found out by Michelle.

Glory went on, "He's going to kill me for telling you that, but it seems like such a perfect opportunity that I just can't let it pass. You remember how you told me you have a thing for spanking people?"

"Ms. Rhymer! You're embarrassing me!"

"Sorry. It's just that it's all too perfect. You have a thing for Alan, and you have a thing for spanking, and he fancies you. That's why you have to promise to be calm with what I tell you next. ... I was spanking Alan in this very room when you came in."

Alan heard another squeal. He truly thought he would faint, but he somehow managed not to. His heart pounded wildly as he feared what would happen next. He had a good idea of what was coming and was frightened out of his mind.

Glory said, "The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm thinking this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Would you like to spank him?"

"Alan? Me? Ohmigod! Ohmigod! It would be like a dream come true! He's like a perfect Greek God, with that perfect ass. You can't be serious. This is all some kind of joke, isn't it?"

"Why do you think I've been keeping this door closed to just a crack? I'm very serious. If you promise to stay calm and keep this a complete secret, I'm prepared to open the door and show you Alan. But you have to SWEAR never to tell a soul!"

Alan squirmed. He wanted to get up and somehow get Glory to shut up, or close the door. But he couldn't get up. He was trembled so badly that he couldn't have stood up even if he wasn't tied up and blindfolded.

"I promise! Oh, I promise! I can't believe it! Ohmigod!"

"Keep it down. Now, get ready for a shock. The reason you haven't heard from Alan is because he has a gag in his mouth. He's also tied up and wearing a blindfold. He's not wearing any underwear, either. When I open this door up, you're going to see his butt. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Oh yes! This is so exciting! I still can't believe it!"

"Believe it."

Alan heard the sound of the door opening. The creaking of the door was the most frightening sound he ever heard in his life.

CHAPTER 7

"Oh. My. God." Michelle was obviously flabbergasted.

He heard the sound of the door closing. Glory said, "Do you believe it now?"

"Ms. Rhymer! No way! Wait till I tell... Oh damn. I can't tell anyone. Shit!"

"Let's put it this way. If you tell anyone you won't get a repeat performance. But if you're silent, who knows what might happen? Now let's go over to Alan and see how he's doing."

Glory walked over and took his gag off.

Alan was so stunned that he didn't know what to say, now that he could finally talk. After a long pause, he said, "Glory. What the HELL!"

She giggled and then whispered in his ear, "I'm so sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you. But I felt like this was some kind of harmonic convergence. Her telling me she liked spanking - no one told me that before. And you bent over like this. What are the odds? A million to one. It just had to be. Not only that, but she really has the hots for you and she's amazingly hot. Believe me, by the time this is over, you're going to be so glad I did this."

Alan whispered back, "But Glory, I just can't handle it. I know I'm only eighteen, but I swear to God I'm going to have a heart attack. If I don't, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. I'm scared shitless!"

To his surprise, she put the gag back in his mouth. He suddenly wanted to demand that she untie him and take the blindfold off, but it was too late. Then she apparently went back to Michelle and said out loud, "Michelle, he's very frightened. Understandably so. Let me take charge here. Don't do anything unless I order it. Don't say anything except for 'yes' when you're spoken to. You think you can handle that?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Just like that. Now we need to calm him down. Like I said, I'm romantically involved with him. What I'm going to do next may seem shocking, but I'm afraid it's the only way to calm him down. I'm going to fondle his penis for a bit. Can you handle that?"

"Yes."

"Good. You just sit there."

The next thing Alan knew, he felt Glory's hands on his penis. Soon she gave him a handjob most enthusiastically. Alan had experienced more handjobs and blowjobs in recent weeks than he could possibly count, but this one was the most emotionally intense. He felt like his whole body was literally on fire, and it seemed like his penis was well and truly burning. Not being able to see heightened his other senses to a surprising degree.

Yet Glory was right. He did find himself calming down, thanks to the movements of her hands. He tried to shut out all of the humiliations and forget that Michelle was there altogether. He focused all his thoughts on Glory and how good she made him feel.

Without warning, Glory's hands disappeared and he felt her tongue upon him. He realized she had to be practically lying on the floor, perhaps with her head on some kind of stool, in order to get her mouth on his penis. It felt so amazingly good that he nearly completely forgot about Michelle. But every now and then he would realize with a start that he was being watched by a total stranger. These realizations would hit him like a jolt, and his whole body would tense up. This prevented him from completely relaxing and losing his fear.

Glory gently massaged his balls with one hand. When she felt them tense up, she vacated his position, knowing his PC muscle control would prevent an orgasm. She stood up and said, "I hope you didn't mind that, Michelle. It seems he's doing much better. Once Alan gets to know you better, I'm sure he'd like you to do that, too. Would you like to suck him off?"

"Yes."

"I knew you would. Even better, would you like to spank him right now?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. The only thing I ask is that you get naked first. Believe you me, I'm certainly not lesbian. It's just that's how we do things around here. I was naked when I was spanking him before you came in. Do you want to get naked?"

"Yes."

"Good. I will too."

Alan waited a while and listened to the sound of women's clothes as they fell to the floor, piece by piece. He thought, This is truly unreal. Glory's right. The odds of this happening are a million to one. Actually, now that I think about it, there have been so many things happening to me recently that are a million to one odds. Billions to one. No one has this kind of luck. It's simply not possible. There must be some kind of magic. Oh my God! I just had a thought. What if someone around here has magical powers and is toying with me? It has to be something like that. Except that I don't believe in magic. There's no God, either. Maybe more realistically, what if Glory is the one who set this whole spanking thing up? What if she did know Michelle's secrets already and the two of them arranged all of this in advance? It has to be!

But just as he reached this conclusion, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud slap. Michelle was spanking him now. She spanked just as hard or harder than Glory did. The shame burned anew in Alan. He tightly closed his eyes under his blindfold and wished he could crawl into a hole and die.

After Michelle's second spank, Glory said, "Michelle, it's a bit tough on Alan to be spanked like that. We try to sweeten the pot a bit by stroking his penis between the spankings. Usually the spanker does it. Normally I wouldn't ask you, but since you're already fondling yourself, just like I am, I figured you'd be game. I could do it, or you could do it. Do you want to do it?"

"Yes."

Alan felt hands on his penis again. They were colder this time, but they still felt fantastic. Michelle apparently just wanted to fondle him for a while. Then one hand disappeared and he felt another spank come crashing down.

He felt like his brain was going to explode. His penis was on the verge of ejaculation and his ass was on fire. He couldn't take it any more. He had to know what was going on. He yelled into his gag. Although he couldn't say anything coherent, he hoped Glory would hear his cries and take the gag off.

Thankfully, she did just that. As soon as she did, he ordered, "Take the blindfold off! NOW!" She took it off and came around in front of him.

He was nearly blinded by the brightness of light after having his eyes in pitch darkness for so long. He saw a vague shape he guessed to be Glory and then had to close his eyes again. He asked urgently, "What the hell is going on? Just what is happening? This is all a scam, isn't it? This is some kind of trick!"

Glory chuckled and then said, "Damn. You found me out, after all."

Alan was so surprised by that that he opened his eyes again and tried to look at her face. He looked down and saw that, indeed, she was completely naked (except for her black stockings). As his eyes focused he saw she was also very happy and laughing.

She appeared to be oblivious to how much he'd suffered, but she started to get some sense from the anger and anguish in Alan's face. It was extremely rare for him to be truly angry. She said, "That was the most fun I ever had. I'm really sorry I tricked you. I promise I'll make it up to you, and I'm not lying about that. I'll do anything. I just hope you forgive me."

"Please untie my hands," he demanded.

She quickly did so.

He was now able to get up. As he stood and stretched his legs, he asked, "Where's Michelle? Michelle, I'm really sorry..."

He looked around the room and did a double take. Then a triple take. There was no one else in the room but him and Glory. He asked, dumbly, "Glory, where did Michelle go? Is she hiding somewhere? In the closet?"

He started to walk towards the closet, but Glory stopped him. "Wait." He froze, and she continued, more seriously now, "I thought you knew. There is no Michelle. It was just me the whole time."

Alan again felt like his head would simply pop off. Again, he nearly fainted from sheer amazement. He had to sit down. He still frantically scanned the room. His eyes finally saw a small tape recorder on Glory's desk. There was a notepad next to it.

Glory walked over to the tape recorder and hit play. He heard Michelle's voice say "Yes." She hit the stop button. Then she hit the play button and he heard "Yes" again. Then again. And again. Glory stopped the tape recorder and put it back on the desk. She looked mirthful, but also serious, worried that she'd gone too far with her practical joke.

Alan was slow on the uptake. "You mean, there's no Michelle? But the hands on my penis! The dialogue earlier! Who was that?"

"The hands? Those were my hands, but I put some cold cream on them first to give them a different feel and make you think otherwise. And the dialogue? I wrote that out earlier and read my lines from the notepad. The tape recorder played Michelle's voice up to the point where I allowed you to talk. Beyond that I didn't know for sure what would happen, so I arranged it that Michelle would only have to say 'Yes' after that."

"But, but, but it was so real! The creaking of the door! That scared the shit out of me!"

"I recorded that, too. Last night. I've been planning this for a while. I was standing by the door then, so it would sound just right."

"Holy fuck. No way." He sat, stunned.

Now Glory was confused. "But you said you realized it was a scam. What did you mean?"

"I meant that you must have planned this in advance with this Michelle. No way could it all have happened spontaneously."

"Hmm. Good guess. But not right. Too bad, though. I was going to have Michelle come back for repeat visits, but now you'd see right through that."

Alan sighed with relief, his heart still pounding. "Crap. Thank God I figured it out, because you just took five years off of my life. I wouldn't have survived repeat visits." He still just sat and pondered as his breath calmed down.

After a bit, Glory said, "Now comes the part where you kill me." She was very apprehensive about what he'd think of her now.

He seemed to take it reasonably well, though. "No, I'm not going to kill you. Yes, I am upset. Please don't ever do that again. I mean, I know you were just trying to have fun and take the role play to the next level, but do you have any idea how frightening that was? I was literally scared shitless. It's a good thing I didn't have anything in my bladder or I certainly would have peed in my pants. Actually I'm not wearing pants, but whatever. Being in the dark and tied up is so fucking scary! I don't EVER want to feel that totally helpless again. There were parts that were so intensely arousing, but there were parts that were just bad scary."

"I'm sorry," Glory sincerely apologized, "but the blindfold and the rest was the only way I could figure out how to do it without you finding out Michelle wasn't there. Are you mad at me? I promise I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything. Just don't leave angry!"

Alan sat and stared at Glory. She was still completely naked, while he still wore a T-shirt. She looked very sad and regretful. He thought, How can I stay mad at someone so beautiful and loving? She just thought it would be good fun. She didn't realize the sheer terror I went through. You can't imagine what it's like unless you've gone through it. I love these role plays, but we have to have limits and that one went too far. But I did kind of deserve it. Now I can see how the other half lives. Talking about subservience, that is true subservience. Wow. Unreal.

He stood up and put his clothes on. Finally he said, "I'm not mad at you. Actually, I am, a bit, but I'll get over it soon enough. Don't worry. And believe me, when you say you'll do anything to make it up, you will. I don't know what I'm going to do to you, but it'll be something to remember!"

"That's the spirit!" Glory said joyfully. She knew that he still wanted to see her, but she was nonetheless relieved to hear him say it.

He got ready to walk out of the room, but Glory stood up and grabbed him by the arm. "Don't go. For one thing, you never did get off. I can give you an extra special deep throat."

"Thanks, but I'm not in the mood. I'm in a really freaked out mode."

"Oh. ... But wait. I'll bet you're thinking that she can't possibly know what that was like."

"Damn straight!"

"And you'd be right. Which is why you need to show me. You've never even spanked me yet, and now I've spanked you twice. And Michelle's done it once." She couldn't help adding that, and laughed. Alan laughed too, though not as happily. She continued, "We still have the blindfold, gag, and rope here. Spanking set up all ready to go. I think you need to give me at least a taste of what you went through, so I can understand."

"I'm in a bad mood," he growled. "You don't want me to spank you now, because I'm not going to take it easy."

She bent over a student's desk and presented her ass to him. "I'm a teacher, and I can tell you that the best way to really find something out is by doing it. Will her star pupil spank her too hard? Or be timid and not spank hard enough? Inquiring minds want to know." She giggled and winked.

"Glory, you're a lot weirder than I thought. I thought you were totally straight-laced." He picked up the ruler. "Now get ready for the spanking of your life."

Glory smiled very happily. "Young man, if you keep this up, I think you just might pass my class with flying colors."

He let his hand fly down. He felt greatly relieved as the tension flowed out of him. Now that he could think a bit more clearly, he recalled her promise to let her do anything. Hand raised for another spanking, he said, "Anything? Glory do you really mean anything? Even... You know?"

"Yes. Especially... you know. But not today. Let's not talk about it today. Just think about it and we'll make our plans. And put the blindfold on me, so I can really understand what you felt."

Alan smiled. Maybe that was worth it, after all. If there isn't a God, then who is smiling down on me?

CHAPTER 8

Alan was utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. He'd blindfolded, gagged, and tied Glory up, and, to top it off, gave her a thorough spanking. He wasn't the kind of person to really hurt someone, but he was so worked up from what she did to him that he spanked her as hard as he could bear to.

Glory clearly loved it, and she came more times than he could count. It seemed like one continuous orgasm for her. He frigged her during the spanking, but surprisingly he himself didn't get aroused. He was still too shocked from the whole "Michelle" experience. And even though she again offered every sexual thing she could think up to please him short of outright fucking, he turned them all down.

He walked home in a complete daze. He still didn't know what to think about what Glory did. Was it fiendishly brilliant fun? Or intolerably mean and cruel? Perhaps both? And what did it say about Glory's personality? He wanted to sleep on it. Halfway home, the thought struck him that "Michelle's" voice sounded too different to have been made by Glory. That greatly puzzled him the rest of the way home. He resolved to ask Glory about it the first chance he got. Further on, it occurred to him that he'd never checked the closet to see if Michelle was there. That got him so curious that he wanted to call Glory right away, but he realized that despite all they'd been through, he didn't know her telephone number.

When he arrived home he wanted to do only one thing, and that was immediately take a huge nap. He was actually afraid that Susan would waylay him and demand to suck him off.

But to his surprise, Susan greeted him dressed conservatively, relatively speaking. She wore a yellow terry cloth bath robe, which in and of itself was hardly cause for alarm, but she actually had it tightly wrapped around her. He couldn't even see any cleavage. He figured that if Susan didn't want to share the bounty of her chest with him, something had to be very askew.

Oh no. Here we go again, he thought. What now? Just when you think things can't possibly get any stranger, they go and get stranger yet again. What is going to happen? Did someone get busted breaking the rules again? Did father call?

"Hi Tiger," Susan said happily enough. "Don't worry; you're not in trouble or anything. You noticed the way I'm covered up. I'm sorry, but I just want to cool things off for a little bit, okay? I think we all need to cool things off after this morning. Not to mention last night."

"Umm, okay." In truth, Alan was so worn out from so much sexual stimulation lately that he greatly welcomed some cooling off. The spanking had somehow both driven him to new heights of pleasure and turned him off to sex for a while.

Susan, totally unaware of his experiences at school that day, explained, "It's just that, I'm wondering where all of this is going. I'm wondering what the long-term effects of all this sexual activity will have on all of us. So we're all going to go see a psychiatrist about it. She's an old friend of Suzanne's. Very understanding and professional, I'm told."

Susan explained everything else she knew to Alan. He had no idea what to make of it, but his brain reeled at the mention of the psychiatrist. He had to cradle his head in his hands because he thought he just couldn't take any more new developments. He had a very, very bad gut feeling about it. All the sexual activity in the Plummer house had taken place in a complete cocoon from the outside world; to let any outsiders in on anything could be complete disaster.

"...So until the psychiatrist sees us, I think we need to keep things cool a bit," Susan said as she finished the explanation. Alan was upset when she said the appointment would be on Friday because he had some big tests at school, plus an appointment with Akami in the afternoon. But they figured out that he could take a second car to the appointment after the end of his last period with a test, Glory's class, and he could reschedule Akami for Monday. It would be cutting it close to have everything ready before he had to leave for the Boy Scout trip that evening, but it was doable. Alan grumbled and raised some objections, but in the end he didn't find any way out. He could have discussed it more, but he didn't want to think. He just wanted to sleep and mentally process it all later.

At one point, Susan told him, "Don't worry. I know what you're thinking - that maybe everything will change. But Suzanne has already talked to the doctor and she understands your medical need for stimulation. I'm not going to stop helping you that way, no matter what she says. But I just am afraid of things going too far. I mean, I get urges that I think would shock you. It has to change."

Even as she mentioned her urges, those urges started to resurface again. She was naked under the robe, naturally, and the feeling of the terry cloth rubbing against her nipples felt like Alan pulling on her boobs. It was all she could do to keep calm and keep the robe closed until the discussion was over.

After some more chitchat Alan gladly retired to his room. Despite his mother's assurances, he was afraid everything would in fact change, or at the least, it would dash his hopes of sleeping with her. Again, he often failed to read between the lines or detect signs of her arousal.

He slept a long time. After his nap, he sought out Suzanne. He had all kinds of things he wanted to discuss. First on the list was his worry that he was slowly turning into an arrogant asshole, some kind of cruel "master." Second, he wanted to discuss his concern that he was losing touch with the mundane, nonsexual world, and would soon drop out of school, drop out of his social life, and basically drop out of everything that didn't involve sex. Third, he wanted to discuss his spanking experience with Glory and figure out what that meant. Finally, he wanted to discuss Susan's psychiatrist idea and what that could mean for their special family situation.

But he was unable to discuss any of it. Unbeknownst to him, Suzanne was still in L.A., making arrangements to pull off the psychiatrist charade. He considered talking about some of this with his mother, and normally he would have, but these weren't normal times. He figured she was so heavily into her own weird mental trip with all her own sexual concerns that led to this psychiatrist idea, that he didn't want to burden her with even more problems.

So he went to talk to Katherine instead. The two of them commiserated in his room for a long time about Susan's psychiatrist plan. Katherine was as unhappy with the appointment idea as he was. She was very happy to have sex with her brother and didn't want someone to psychoanalyze her about it. Just like him, she realized they had a very unique and good thing going, and odds were the psychiatrist would rock the boat in a bad way.

But she pointed out to Alan, "Hey, life goes on. For instance, no matter what happens at home, at school you still have Glory, plus the cheerleaders are bound to just get wilder and wilder. I mean, I heard what a big success you were today with Joy, Janice, and Heather. They all rave about you. You're nearly guaranteed at least one good cheerleader fuck tomorrow. You can take your pick. And no one can prohibit you from being with Suzanne. And then you have me. We may just have to keep sneaking around, but so what? You know how many guys would kill to be in your shoes? They should make a porno movie of your life!"

"Thanks, Little Sis. You know how to cheer me up. But I'm concerned about Mom. I don't want her to do something she doesn't want to do, but I thought she seemed so okay with everything lately. I'm puzzled."

"It's all going to work out. And here - I know another way to cheer you up." She unzipped his shorts. Afraid that Susan might hear, she whispered as she bent down, "It's the duty of your fuck toy to keep you happy."

She worked hard to give him a loving blowjob. As it was the spur of the moment she didn't ask permission from Susan, but she also didn't ask for fear that Susan would say no, given her new mood.

Alan had meant to talk to her about her disturbing, recent submissive comments, but the blowjob felt too good to interrupt, and when it was over, he decided he was too emotionally weary to open up another can of worms. He looked forward to a talk with Suzanne and a chance to settle some issues.

But before he could come, he heard the clicking of high heels until Susan stood outside his door. "Alan, telephone for you."

Alan was surprised. Few people called him much any more. "It's your friend Sean."

Alan considered what to do: ignore the phone, answer the phone, or answer the phone while his sister continued to suck him off. He decided that he needed to make an effort at a social life and he couldn't concentrate or speak without breathing heavily if Katherine continued slurping on his penis, so he reluctantly ended the blowjob.

He talked to Sean for a long time. When he was finally done, Katherine was gone.

For dinner, Susan tread a thin line between extremes by wearing something both sexy and conservative. Aware of Alan's love for costumes, she dressed up in a silky Japanese kimono that thoroughly covered most of her skin, even as it ably showed off her big tits.

But as much as she tried to take a "cool it down" approach, her body wasn't ready to always obey her brain. Not only was she addicted to Alan's cum, she was also now addicted to being naked or loosely dressed, and flaunted her body to Alan at nearly every opportunity. The idea of going back to bras and panties all day long was completely absurd to her. She even disliked leaving the house because it meant she had to thoroughly dress up and put at least a bra on. She rarely wore panties outside the house now, if she was wore something that allowed her to hide that fact.

Amy came over for dinner as well. Now that she was Alan's girlfriend, she hoped to be over at the Plummer house even more than before. She and Alan kissed for many long minutes after she walked in the door. Their kiss turned into an all-over body grope. Susan had to put a stop to it when Amy undid Alan's shorts. She pointed out that a blowjob or handjob wasn't part of Alan's official "getting of attention" method for her.

Amy was in an infectious, bubbly mood. She still couldn't get over the fact that she was now Alan's girlfriend. Susan tried to impress Amy and the others with the seriousness of her concerns, but it was difficult to be severe and serious in the face of Amy's enthusiasm. Susan said to her, "Now, Amy, we have to sort of take a pause with Alan."

Amy asked, "Do you mean we should pause for air when sucking his thingy or pause for air during a big French kiss smooch?" She broke into laughter and Susan laughed with the others, though she didn't find it that funny.

Amy steamrolled over Susan's worries. She said, "Susan, I'm so psyched to be a full member of the cocksucker club. Finally! But I have so much to learn from you guys. You were super awesome showing me how to lick his thingy last night, but how do you get him in the mood in the first place? I'm not good at all with that flirting stuff."

Susan was proud of her ability to get Alan erect just about any time or any place. She was drawn in to the conversation, and soon began explaining in great detail the techniques she used. Katherine joined in and talked just as much. It was interesting for Alan to hear. He didn't realize the deliberate thought and strategies behind their actions until they spelled it out clearly.

They talked a lot about clothing. Susan said, "Amy, the key is what you wear, or, more importantly, what you don't wear. Now that you're one of Alan's elite cocksuckers, and his official girlfriend to boot, no doubt you're going to find yourself naked quite often."

"Rad! I love being naked." She bent forward and listened more intently to one of her favorite subjects.

"We all noticed that. However, sometimes it's sexier not to be completely naked. Your mother was just talking to us about this yesterday and I think she was spot on. You know the saying that it's not the having, it's the getting. Well, it's kind of like that. It's sexy to reveal yourself bit by bit. That's why strip teases are so popular. So you don't have to always throw all your clothes off right away, even though we all know how much you love to do that. Remember now that our goal, and your goal, is to keep Alan's penis hard all day long, so he can achieve his six times a day target and have his penis pleasured for hours upon end. There's nothing more important than that."

"So I should just walk around in only my miniskirt? Is that what you mean?"

"No, no, no. Not like that. The keys are flaunting your assets and variety. For instance, look at this kimono I'm wearing. This is a bit of a tough one, because look how caged my tits are."

Susan grabbed her tits and lifted them up several times. "You see? There's no way for them to escape, unfortunately. But there's more potential down below." She traced her hands along a high cut in the cloth that went up past her hip. "You see this here? I can use this to my advantage. Look what happens when I bend over."

Susan got out of her chair and bent down until her face nearly reached the seat of her chair. Her ass hung high up above the rest of her body.

"My ass is still thoroughly covered. But if I sway a little bit..." - she did so - "the cloth falls to the side and half my ass is exposed. And from where Alan is sitting, he can not only see one completely naked ass cheek, but he can see my shy cunt peeking out too. Can't you, Tiger?"

Alan spoke up from across the room. "As a matter of fact, I can. Not that I would be looking; that would be wrong." They all laughed.

Katherine added more advice. "So you see, Amy, how wearing some clothes can be more sexy than just total nudity?" Amy nodded. "Not only that, but there's something that isn't Mom's forte, as least not yet, and that's verbal innuendo. For instance, since Mom serves us dinner, it would be nice if, while she's bent over like that, she asks Alan, 'Tiger, would you like something to eat? Some of your mother's pie for dessert, perhaps?'"

Amy appeared confused by that, so Alan pointed out, "Some of these things are clichés. A hair pie is another name for a hairy pussy. But hey, the funny thing is, they work every time. At least for me. Just like I could never get tired of this view Mom is still showing off."

Susan still wiggled her ass in Alan's direction, but now she stood up. "Now Amy, Alan may say that he'd want to stare at my ass forever, but variety is the spice of life. You have to keep doing new things. Don't stay in one position too long. Remember that you always have lots of tough competition for his visual attention, in the form of Katherine, Suzanne, or whoever else is around. Keep an eye on his package. His dong. His willie. I'm learning lots of new names. See how hard it is. Half the time it's out of his shorts anyway, and then you can really keep an eye, or even better, a hand, on it while you flaunt your body. And another thing. I may not be good at double meanings, but one thing I've learned is that it's good to play the innocent. For instance, if I bend over like I was before" - she did it again - "it turns men on even more if they think the display is accidental."

Amy asked, "But how can we do that when Alan knows we're all a bunch of horny nymphos who are dying to get our hands or mouth on his thingy at all hours of day or night?"

"Good point. That is a problem. You have to be more creative. Like right now, we're pretty much pretending Alan isn't here. That can be sexy. It makes it seem as if he's a fly on a wall, like a guy peeking through a hole into a shower or something. Actually, as an aside, that's a good idea. Angel, don't you think we should drill a hole into the wall so Alan can spy on us when we're showering?"

Katherine's eyes lit up. "Oooh. Excellent! Even if he didn't use it much, I know it would get me all hot and bothered every time I showered, just thinking that he might be watching. Unfortunately his room is across the hall from the bathroom."

"Hrm. Let's think about that. I'm sure we can come up with something. ... Where was I? Oh yes. Knowing that something isn't completely real doesn't take away the fun. For instance, if I dressed up as an innocent school girl and protested loudly while Alan took advantage of me, I bet that would turn him on."

"You know it would!" Alan agreed. "This whole lesson is such a turn on. Not that I'm here." They giggled at that.

Katherine chimed in, "We're lucky that Alan loves role playing. We all love role playing. So, really, the sky's the limit. You saw the fashion show. Dress up as a nun or, I dunno, an astronaut. The key is creativity. Don't get in a rut and do the same thing over and over. Be creative."

Amy nodded. "M'kay. This looks like fun, but it's also so tough. Why not just get totally naked and fuck? Wouldn't that be even more fun, and a lot easier?"

"Sometimes, yes," Susan conceded. "But Alan has a flair for drama. We all do here. It seems to run in the family. You have to compare the 'brute force' method with creativity."

Alan thought again about his spanking experience with Glory. He pondered brute force with creativity and decided that, at least for the time being, he preferred brute force, at least until he recovered from that bout of Glory's creativity. But he was happy that at least his energy and libido had revived after his extended nap.

Susan continued, "Remember what I was saying before, how an accidental display can be more fun. It's also fun to act like you're being forced to do something. Here. Let me demonstrate." After some fussing about, Susan managed to open her kimono so she was topless. She stood there and said, "Amy, you can see how showing my tits off gets Alan excited. Look. His eyes are glued to my chest. That's good. But watch this."

Susan put on a tormented expression. "Oh no! What happened to my shirt? Where did it go? Here we are in the middle of a crowded and fancy restaurant and my shirt has ripped completely open and fallen to the floor! What'll I do? This is so embarrassing! Somebody help me! Doesn't someone have something I can wear? No?"

Susan put her hands near her chest in a protective gesture, but in fact, purposely, her hands didn't cover up her tits in any way whatsoever. She wiggled her whole body as if in great agitation. "Look at how everyone is staring. Please, don't stare! It's not my fault. I was just wearing a sexy top, but when my nipples got hard, the straining fabric ripped open like tissue paper. Oh dear. Look. People are taking pictures! Alan, please! Help your mother! Quick. Come here and cover my tits with your hands! They're all staring at your mommy's big tits!"

Alan was so inspired that he got up and put his hands on her tits. He didn't cover them up so much as tweak her nipples. He was a sucker for role plays and immediately got into the spirit of this one. He asked with grave concern, "But Mom, don't you think all the people in this restaurant will find it strange that a son is touching his mother's big tits?"

"Oh, you're right. Let's not let them think you're my son, then. Quick. Kiss me on the lips so people will think I'm your girlfriend." The two of them locked lips for a couple minutes while he continued to pull on her tits. Meanwhile, she slipped a hand inside his shorts.

When Alan broke away from the kissing, he looked around at the pretend audience in the pretend restaurant and commented with mock doubt, "I don't know, Mom. They're not buying it. They're still staring. They still think you're my mother because you're older. Not to mention the fact that you mentioned that you're my mom a couple of times."

"Dear me." She unzipped his shorts. She announced in a loud voice to their imaginary crowd, "If I'm his mother, would I do this?" She jacked off his penis openly now instead of inside his shorts and she used two hands instead of one. "I'm just his girlfriend. One of many!" She squealed in delight at that thought, at the idea of being a member of what was essentially his growing harem. "He can have an older girlfriend, can't he? Would his own mother jack him off so eagerly? Or do I need to suck him off to convince you all?"

They could have kept going in this manner, but, in a sense, she was too successful. She bent down to take his penis in her gaping mouth, but Alan had to stop her and pull away before she made him cum. Amy and Katherine clapped at Susan's expert performance. Susan took a prolonged bow, which she used as an excuse to flaunt her swaying tits even more.

Susan finished with a few lessons for Amy. "See how effective that was? Note that the fantasy doesn't have to make sense. Of course that would have never happened in real life. But look at how much more aroused Alan is than he'd been just by flashing my tits. He literally couldn't help but come over here and explore my body after the way I enticed him. Not only that, but it got me so hot, too, that my whole body feels like it's burning up, even now. I imagine being naked in front of a crowd of people in a crowded restaurant, and my Tiger ravages me like a feral beast..."

She closed her eyes and drifted off into a mental continuation of her fantasy. Her concerns and her desire to see the psychiatrist completely escaped her mind, at least for the moment.

Amy was very impressed with all of this, but Katherine was secretly miffed at just how good her mother was getting at arousing Alan.

The teasing lessons continued through the rest of dinner and beyond. Katherine and Susan flaunted their body every way they knew how as they demonstrated more methods to Amy. It kept Alan so aroused that he found it hard to eat, even without being jacked off at the same time.

CHAPTER 9

They continued to sit and relax at the dinner table, and the conversation drifted to different topics. Things cooled down for a while.

They ate chocolate chip cookies for dessert and Alan ran out of milk. Since Amy was already in the kitchen to get something else, he asked her, "Amy, could you get me another glass of milk?"

"M'kay!" Amy went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. She recalled Katherine's advice to be creative and came up with an idea.

She held the carton up high and said loudly, "Alan, I changed my mind. If you want the milk, you're going to have to come over here."

Everyone was surprised at that, not least of all, Alan. He was being treated like a king in all things at home, not just sexual things. No one ever asked him any more to do things like wash the dishes, vacuum, or clean the bathroom. He tried not to act spoiled and still help out as he'd done before, but it was hard not to give in to laziness, especially since he didn't seem to have even enough time to do his homework any more. Sexual things took up nearly all his free time, especially in the last week or two.

So her words were somewhat shocking. But Alan, the polite guy that he was, just said, "You're right. I shouldn't be so lazy." He again thought about his new resolution to be more humble, stood up, and walked to her.

Amy, meanwhile, whipped her miniskirt off and was nude in seconds. Then she quickly took the milk carton, raised it over her head, and poured it down her chest. As he closed the distance to her, she turned her back to him and poured more of it over her shoulder and down her back side. She giggled and said, "Alan, if you want some milk, you'll have to lick it up yourself!"

Alan was impressed. "Now that's creativity, Amy! What a turn on." He closed the distance and chose to attack her back, since that was the first thing he could reach. He planted his tongue at the base of her back and licked at the rivulets that rolled down her supple, soft backside. Amy continued to pour more milk out of the carton, but slowly now, so it wouldn't run out any time soon.

Alan asked, "Aims, is your ass crack clean?" Alan had never called Amy "Aims" before, but he wanted a nickname now that she was officially his girlfriend.

She took it in stride and without comment, as if he'd always called her that. "Sure. I keep it clean all the time just in case you want to go in there."

"Good." Alan moved down to her ass and pussy and licked there. He paused to say, "I probably should say something witty about pussies and licking milk, but I'm too busy to think." He dove back in.

They soon ended up on the floor. Luckily the kitchen floor was tiled instead of carpeted, or Amy's idea wouldn't have been very practical. Much of the milk was now in puddles beneath them, but Amy was still soaked and coated in white.

Alan could have explored and tasted her whole body, but he concentrated on the back side leading to her pussy. He took the milk carton from Amy's hand and poured the milk directly onto her ass, then lapped it up as it flowed down into her ass crack and flooded her wet pussy. Amy was soaked in her own juices now, and the taste of her cum and the milk mingled together in Alan's mouth.

The sight was not lost on Katherine and Susan. The two of them stood up and walked over to get a better view. They were terribly excited by it all, especially Susan. She thought, Damn that Amy. I should have thought of this. Oh, milk! Milk makes me so hot! I want Alan to lick MY milk. I want him to suck on my tits and drain my nipples. I want to be covered in milk. My own breast milk. I want to pour it all over me, and bathe in it, and have Alan lick me everywhere. Oh God, Amy, stop. This is turning me on too much! I'm supposed to be refraining from this kind of thing! The psychiatrist! I have to refrain until I can see the psychiatrist. I want to get down on my knees and lick Amy dry, but that would be wrong. She's an innocent lamb. I can't, I can't do that. No. Wrong. Don't. No milk. Can't!

Susan's thoughts got shorter because she found it hard to think. Her heart pounded and her breath was ragged and short. Luckily, her tits were wobbling free after her restaurant demonstration, and attacked her tits so aggressively that it seemed as if she raped her own chest. She managed to pull one up to her mouth and suck on it, and soon all of her attention focused on that.

Meanwhile, Katherine was thinking and fantasizing, too. Fuckin' A! That's sexy. I wish I had thought of this. She's going to be tough competition. Not just a pushover. But what a body. I was just "shaving" her pussy earlier this afternoon and now I don't know what I'm allowed to do. What'll Mom think if I get down and join Alan in the Amy milk bath? Mom was just saying we have to be restrained, but Amy certainly doesn't look restrained. I totally should take a spot on her back. Or better yet, flip her over and I'll get her tits while Alan works more directly on the cunt. Yes! No. Better: have Mom lick the cunt while I do the tits. I want to see Mom lick a cunt. But then where's Alan? Let Alan lie underneath Amy and fuck her cunt from behind, while Mom licks it from the front! And we'll pour more milk over her the whole time! Yes! Fuck yes! Lick it, Alan, lick it!

But neither Susan nor Katherine's fantasies happened, at least not exactly as they'd imagined them. Susan vaguely recalled her desire for restraint until the psychiatrist's appointment, and contented herself by licking her own nipple. Katherine didn't want to do anything more to upset her mother, so she also merely played with her own breasts.

Susan, however, couldn't stand the sight any longer. It drove her wild with lust. She felt trapped and on fire inside her clothes, even though her kimono was off her chest. She either had to join in or flee. She chose flight. As she stepped over Amy, she grabbed another carton of milk from the refrigerator and rushed out of the room, yelling, "Behave yourselves!" Her plan was to go to the upstairs bathtub and masturbate herself into oblivion while she poured milk all over herself and licked it off her own nipples. That's exactly what she did.

Katherine was delighted that Susan left, because that at least meant she could partially fulfill her vision and join in. She bent down on her knee and tapped Alan on the shoulder. "Brother? Big Marble Column Brother? Wouldn't it be better if we turn her over?"

He stopped licking and looked up. Katherine was surprised to see his face soaked with milk. His T-shirt was soaked, too, as he'd forgotten to take it off. "What? Oh yeah. Turn over, Aims."

"Yes, sir." She turned over and spread her legs nice and wide. Katherine grabbed the last milk carton out of the refrigerator so they'd have more to pour on her.

Alan spoke to his sister as he took his T-shirt off. "You know what's funny? I'm new to this whole pussy munching thing. I thought it was too gross. But thanks to chasing the milk down her crack, I found myself licking her pussy lips. Only in the last day or so have I been able to really check pussy licking out and get fully into it. And you know what? It's not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe it's just that milk is my favorite drink, but I could get used to this. Sis, after all your blowjobs I'm sorry to have neglected you. You should have insisted, and had me licking your pussy, like, weeks ago!"

He bent down and resumed his licking. Amy moaned quite loudly.

Katherine was light-headed with lust as she imagined her brother eating her out. "We'll have to make up for that, big time, Brother!"

"Agreed, Vice-tight Little Sister. But first I want more milk. Aims, where would you like me to lick?"

"My boobies. Can you lick my boobs?"

Katherine answered, "Wait. Please let me do that? But Amy, save most of the milk. Because then we're going to pour some on me. And then, wait! Even better. We're going to pour some on Big Power Pecker Brother, and find out how it feels to share a milk-flavored penis."

Amy's eyes lit up. "Cool! That's the super amazingest idea ever! Alan, I'm getting all tingly. Oh no. Oh! Oh! Oh! God!" Her legs flew about wildly as Alan's tongue drove her into a powerful climax. She let out a high pitched squeal.

Sure enough, Amy and Katherine did double up on Alan's milk-drenched dick. It didn't stay milk-drenched for long, thanks to all their furious licking.

Katherine naturally took the lead. After they'd licked for about a minute and butted heads once too often, she said, "Okay, Amy, since you and I will doubtless be sharing Alan's cock a lot in the future, let's get organized. As his sister and his favorite fuck toy, let me take charge. You follow my lead and try to stay out of my way."

"Awww. I wanna be Alan's favorite fuck toy," Amy said with a pout. "Alan, when are you going to fuck me?"

Katherine snapped, "Hey. Keep licking. We don't question Alan. He knows best. We just obey."

They both resumed licking while Alan remained silent. Amy obediently followed Katherine's lead, so there was no more jostling. For Alan's pleasure and her own, she pressed a tit into one of Amy's and soon the two of them had their racks pressed into each other in the most delightful ways. Katherine mumbled between licks, "Do you like what we're doing with your tits?"

Alan enjoyed the dual licking too much to pay attention, so she repeated the question. That finally got the desired reply, "MY tits?"

"Yes. Your tits. Our bodies are here just to serve you. Isn't that right, Amy?"

"Mmmm. Mmmm hmmm." Without stopping her fevered licking, Amy managed to bring her tits up to Alan' penis and rubbed her erect nipples along its length. Alan moaned in delight; soon Katherine and Amy periodically added that move to their repertoire.

After a couple minutes, Katherine took a short break and temporarily conceded all of Alan's penis to Amy. She said, "Amy, remember that we are pussies. Both a pussy cat licking up milk, or cum cream, and just a plain pussy. A cunt. We are Alan's cunts. Since you have his damned girlfriend title, you have to try to be the best mindless, cock-hungry cunt for him that you can be. That's your main job now."

"Mmmm hmmm." Amy had taken Katherine's withdrawal as an opportunity to swallow Alan's penis deep into her mouth. She was far too busy cocksucking to even say her favorite "M'kay."

Katherine grabbed the base of Alan's penis and squeezed it. She scraped her fingernails across his scrotum, which caused him to involuntarily groan quite loudly. "That's right. Let's meow for Alan, like good and obedient little pussies."

They said in unison, "Meow, meow, meow." Then they giggled and returned to licking and sucking.

Alan placed a hand on Katherine's head and petted her as if she was a kitten. She mewled with pleasure and made sure he kept at it.

Alan struggled mightily with all his control to stave off an orgasm, and he did remarkably well, considering all the varied sensations that constantly surprised his penis. But, eventually, he felt his balls tighten up and said, "I'm about to cum. I want to see the cum on both of your faces. Here it goes!"

So the two of them closed their eyes and mouths and pressed their cheeks together. Alan held his penis and aimed it first at Katherine, then at Amy, then back and forth until all the ropes had been shot. When he was done, he said, "Now, I want there to be peace between the two of you. No fighting. I want you to kiss and make up any bad feelings by licking the cum off of each other's faces."

Katherine looked up at him and smiled. "Good idea, Big Slappin' Sausage Brother. Amy, you know how a dog marks his territory by going around and peeing on posts?"

"Yeah?"

"Alan just did that to us. He's marking our faces with his cum. That tells everyone that we're his. Totally."

Amy protested, "But I'm already totally his! I'm his eager pussy!"

"Sure, I know. But now you're his even more. In the spirit of cooperation, Amy, let me tell you a little secret. Make sure you always lick Alan's penis clean after he's given you a cum load. But it's a fun job, because the last drops of cum are the sweetest. So always give him one final suck." She gave a happy wink to a smiling Amy.

Katherine went ahead and gave his penis a good tongue bath (while trying her best not to lose the cum droplets that clung to her face). Amy desperately wished she was the one who got those last drops and she sighed sadly as she watched Katherine do it.

Once Katherine was done with that, she put her face close to Amy's and the two of them got to work licking and kissing the cum off of each other's faces. Alan slightly regretted his mutual cum licking idea, because the sight got him tremendously aroused and he didn't want to cum again so soon. He'd managed a particularly big load, and their faces simply dripped with his jism.

They went on and on for many minutes and eventually his penis responded. But his penis also hurt and he knew that if he had to pee it would be excruciating. He pushed his erection between his legs so the two of them couldn't see it and inspire him to further naughtiness that he would later regret.

It was hard to say who felt greater pleasure, because all of them were in high heaven by the time it was over. They lay on top of each other, heedless of the now large puddles of milk everywhere. There were a lot of jokes about Alan's cream and much discussion about how fun it was to play with food. They brainstormed other foods to try out, but they were too exhausted to act on any of the ideas. They were a complete mess.

As Alan lay there on the cold and wet kitchen floor, he thought about the things Katherine said in advising Amy and her general attitude lately. She is such a total nympho. She takes this "favorite fuck toy" title so seriously. I don't understand it. I didn't know she had that side of her personality, but I guess sex brings out weird tendencies and fetishes in people. It seems to go beyond fantasizing and into a serious lifestyle for her. She literally likes to think of herself as a fuck toy. I really ought to tell her to stop but I gotta admit it's a real turn on. And naturally Amy is completely amiable and amenable to her suggestions. Of course I don't want either of them to be a "mindless cunt," but damn it's fun to hear that, especially when both of them are gobbling up your penis at the same time. Wow.

But what could explain her thinking? What could cause her... Wait. I know what this reminds me of: harem scenes in old movies. You always get those scantily clad women in the I Dream of Jeanie type costumes fighting over access to the sultan. Even if they're captured slaves, they get seriously into it, trying to out do each other. That seems to be what's slowly becoming of the women I'm with. The catty fighting and the trying to be the best possible slave - that's just like some Arabian Nights movie. I guess that's human nature; to be the best. What I don't understand is how did her main goal become simply sexually pleasing me?

But what's weird is that Katherine is sometimes jealous of Amy, and sometimes helping her, like she was with this dual blowjob. Of course Amy just does anything Sis tells her to do. I really should fuck Amy soon. I want her first time to be special, though - maybe tomorrow night. And then I'll be fucking both of them. I can just picture fucking these two over and over in a joyous ménage a trois. I guess there's both cooperation and competition and alliances in a harem. But do I really literally have a harem? I'm just a fucking totally normal teenager leading a totally normal life in Orange County! Or at least I was! I'm here in a completely typical kitchen in an absolutely normal, if a bit well-to-do, house. Utter suburbia. No problem. Yet I'm laying in a puddle of milk with two gorgeous and naked teenaged goddesses who are acting like cats. Fuck!

"What are you thinking?" Alan shook free of his thoughts. He realized that he was still on the floor and that Katherine was asking him a question.

"Oh, nothing," he answered. But he thought to himself, I have to talk to her about this sometime soon, when we're alone. This is just too freaky.

Amy was doing nothing more than laying there next to him, but Katherine was now on all fours like a crouching cat and licking at one of the milk puddles with her tongue. Or at least she looked like she was licking a puddle. Upon closer inspection he noticed she merely pretended to be. He was relieved to see that even she had her limits.

"Look, Brother. Your sister is a pussy cat. Meow! Meow!" She sat up like a cat doing pet tricks and wagged her tongue at him. "Hey, Big Flagpole Brother, can you feed your pussy a saucer full of your cream?"

All Alan could think was, Jesus Fucking Christ. I think my brain just blew a fuse. My sister is a naked cat. This is too much! I thought things were freaky before! My mom is a cow; my sister is a cat. Amy is a bottle of milk. So what does that make Suzanne? Suzanne is just fucking sexy, that's what she is. Hell, they all are.

Meanwhile, Susan lay in the bathtub upstairs. Just as the milk inspired a pussy cat fantasy for Katherine, it was further inspiration for Susan's favorite animal metaphor as well. She stayed in the bathtub for quite a while. When the milk ran out, she filled the tub with hot water and lay there, still fantasizing about Alan and milk. Her desire to lactate for him was greater than ever before. I'm a fuck cow. A milk cow for my son. Cow sounds funny, but it's so appropriate, because all a cow does is sit around and go "moo" while the owner takes care of everything and plays with her private parts. Alan is my owner and he takes care of all my needs. He fills my mouth with hard, hot cock every day, and it tastes so good! Squeeze my breasts, Tiger. Squeeze my tits until the milk comes gushing out. That's my udder. Milk my udder while I milk you! Fuck yes! Good Lord God! Fuck! The water sloshed out of the tub as she writhed around on her way to another orgasm.

If Alan could have known her thoughts, his brain might have simply blown off his head from sheer amazement at the weird, sexual world he now inhabited.

CHAPTER 10

Alan, Amy, and Katherine cleaned up the kitchen floor of the milky mess they'd made. Once that job was done, Amy returned home to cook dinner for her brother and father, since Suzanne wasn't around. That left Alan and Katherine alone. Alan was very gratified about that, because he needed to talk to her about some things.

He sat down on a stool by the kitchen counter and said, "Can we talk? Something serious?"

"We could, but couldn't we take showers first? I'm still all naked and sticky. You are too."

"Let's do it now. If we shower now, who knows who else will be around by the time we're done."

"Okay." She sat on the stool next to his. "What's up?"

"Sister, I gotta say, I love how much you love helping me. These weeks have been beyond fantastic. But this whole pussy cat thing - it's weird. Mom, at the same time, is going on about how she's a sex cow. And you're getting, like, soooooo into the 'favorite fuck toy' concept. Is this all just playing around or are you seriously getting into some weird stuff?"

She responded, "You know how you're so into role plays? Like at the fashion show? It's like that. Maybe a flair for the dramatic and fantastical runs in the family, like Mom said. It's just some harmless fun." She was trying to tone down her "fuck toy" role since she saw that it bothered him.

"But come on, Sis, it's more, isn't it? You already told me it's more. It's like you love being a sexual plaything."

"Okay, maybe. Maybe a bit. ... Maybe more than just a bit. But what's wrong with that? I'm having a blast. This is sooooooo, so, so much FUN!" She threw her arms up in the air to punctuate her enthusiasm. "I'm walking on air every day. Being with you makes me feel so good. I'll do anything to make you happy in return. I'll be your slave gladly."

"Well, that's cool that you're so happy. I'm happy too, lately. Deliriously happy. But I don't need you as a slave. I need you as a sister. I love you the way you've always been. You don't have to be a pussy crawling around naked on all fours for me to love you. I mean, this is weird. I'm in bizarro world here and I don't understand what's going on any more."

"Big Telephone Pole Bro, let me tell you what's going on. We're having a sexual free-for-all. It's like sex, sex, sex, twenty-four seven. And I'm discovering just what things really get my motor running. I practically cream in my pants when I think of being your fuck toy. That phrase just came to me spontaneously the first time we fucked and it felt so right. I love it. I think about it all the time. 'Fuck toy'. Everything since just makes me feel that way even more. Maybe it's the fact that I was so repressed my whole life, so when the sex comes out, it totally comes out and I'm going overboard a bit. That could be what's happening to Mom, too."

"I think so. Yeah, actually I know so. Good point."

"But I'm still your same cute, younger sister that I've always been. I haven't been possessed by pod creatures from another planet or something. But now there's this new side, too, and it's a side that loves to please you more than anything. Don't think of it as a purely selfless thing, because when I please you I get sooooo much pleasure in return. In fact, it's a selfish thing. Think about it. On average, for every orgasm you have, I have at least three. Easy. Probably more. And not just any old orgasm. These are Earth-shattering, brain-splitting orgasms. Is it any wonder that all the women are falling all over you, when you can please them like that?

"Sexually, I think it's mostly your stamina. Whenever you do something, you just do it for so fucking long. Us girls at school talk with each other, so I know what other guys are like, plus Suzanne has shared with me some of her considerable sexual knowledge. I know that most guys do a quick missionary position - bang, bang, bang - and then it's over. Did you know that in Brazil the average sex act lasts forty-five minutes, but in the U.S. it's five? That's a serious fact. Five minutes. At our lame-ass high school, a girl is lucky to get five. There's no time to even have one climax and the guys don't care if you do or don't anyway, as long as they get theirs. But with you, after half an hour of solid fucking, you're just getting warmed up! Hell, even blowjobs are so awesome, especially lately. It's like you're an octopus, roaming all over me and pushing all my buttons. It's so exciting! I'm so in love with you."

Alan replied, "Of course I love you too, but am I really all that? Come on. That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"No it's not. The other day you fucked me solid, really hard, for an hour, and that was no particularly big deal. I died and went to heaven so many times. I don't even know how many times, cos all the pleasure is just one big wonderful blur."

His natural modesty kicked in. "Don't say that, because I feel myself becoming an insufferable, egotistical jerk even as we speak. I'm just an ordinary guy. I don't want to be some notorious lover; I just wanna be me. I don't understand why all these picture-perfect, centerfold-type women, including you, are all over me."

"If it makes you feel better, Bro, maybe you'd be more ordinary down in Brazil. Or other places where people love sex, love doing it, and spend years getting real good at it. Here, in this repressed country, even here in Southern California, people are ashamed about it and just kind of stumble into it. There's no training. People just muddle about. But you, you've been trained. Mostly by Suzanne, I assume. How many teenagers have all that teenager energy combined with the lessons learned from a very experienced older woman? But there's also that PC muscle trick. God, you're awesome with that. The way you pause, and then go again, pause then go again. And again! You're not some giant twelve-inched guy or something. You're just really, really good through lots of practice."

He laughed. "Yeah. Lots and lots and lots of practice. Maybe too much practice. We need some balance."

"NoooOOOOoooo! Don't say that! I love you, Brother. I don't ever want it to stop. I just want to do more, more, more, more, more, more, more! And then there's what both of us can do with Mom and Suzanne and Amy and the other cheerleaders. I'm a total sex junkie! And it's all thanks to you! I just want to be your fuck toy and have you take me along on all your sexual adventures. Like this milk thing with Amy. Was that hot or what? I'm getting all horny right now just thinking about it. I loooooove being a pussy for you. Both kinds. Don't be a party pooper. Don't make it stop."

"Whoa. How did things come to this? Man!" Alan's brain reeled. He put his hand over his mouth and stared off into the distance in deep thought.

Finally, he said, "You know what? I don't want it to stop either. I guess I'm a sex junkie too. I just want more and more, too. This is a once in a lifetime, one in a million opportunity to love so many beautiful and wonderfully caring women. But we need to maintain contact with reality at least a little. Like school. Are we just going to fuck our way right out of school, and drop out so close to graduating? Or what about getting into a good college?"

"Don't worry about studying. That's why we'll be doing more of the stealth stroking help. We're going to stroke you right into the Ivy League."

"I'll believe it when I see it. I think I'm going to be stroked right into disaster, though I'll be loving it all the way down. Not to mention the growing chances of getting caught. One day Brad or Eric or someone else is going to wander over here. We have all those windows in the back, and if anyone takes a look inside, they'll be able to see everything. All hell is going to break loose. It could all come down at any moment. And what about social life? We have to have something of a normal social life."

She countered, "But why? All my favorite people, everyone I really love, I also love sexually. Amy was my best friend in school already, then there's you and Mom and Suzanne. Everyone else can go hang as far as I'm concerned. In fact, all this sex is even making me new friends, like Kim. We're really close now."

"Well, that's good for you. And I'm on the same page with all the people you just said, but I had other friends before. Mostly guys. I'm not exactly planning on fucking them as a new way to say hello. Those friends are slipping away. My grades are falling apart. And the sex is out of this world, but there's just too many women. I can't handle it! I feel like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So please don't weird me out too much. If things get too much for me, then I'm gonna literally say the word 'uncle,' and then I hope you can cool things down and set things straight. A big time out, you know what I mean?"

"I do. Uncle is the word. I can only imagine how intense this all must be to be you. That's one reason why we're all so grateful for everything you do to us."

"Okay, but you don't have to be THAT grateful, all right? Everything in moderation, okay?"

"Okay. We'll do just what you want. Whatever you say goes, Big Oil Derrick Brother." She winked. "You know, those oil derricks going up and down in a piston motion twenty-four hours a day, pounding a hole, and just pounding it over and over and over?"

"I know. You don't have to spell it out."

"But it's so much fun to. Sex is fun and natural. There's no need to freak. Let's just go with it and enjoy it." She gave him a big hug and a kiss. He felt a lot better, though he wasn't sure how much of it was the sensation of her ample tits enveloping his chest and her hard nipples pressing into him, and how much of it was the sensitivity and caring she'd just shown that made him feel good.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. See you in a bit." He paused and then added, "Little Iron-fisted Pussy Muscle Sister." He winked.

"THAT'S the brother I love!" She gave him another longer hug and a deeper, more passionate kiss. Before he finally pulled away to have his shower, she made sure to blatantly nudge his penis with her pussy lips, which coated his penis head with a small bit of her pussy juice. As soon as he noticed the contact, he broke the embrace in order to avoid further temptation. It was another small victory in her subtle campaign to get him to break his ban on fucking her at home.

But as he walked away, she said, "Wait!"

He turned around and saw that she had struck a sexy pose. She cooed, "Was I mistaken or did you just call me a 'picture-perfect, centerfold-type?' Because I'm modest too, and I think you're totally wrong."

She very purposefully stretched and preened her naked body just like she thought a centerfold would. She smiled gleefully. She reveled in the irony, because she proudly showed off her body without any modesty at all.

Alan walked back to her and grabbed her by the waist. He put his face close to hers and rubbed his nose against hers playfully. Then he pulled back. "You are. Centerfold material, that is. Not modest."

She smiled widely, and asked teasingly, "How do I know you're sincere and not just saying that to make me want to do nasty things?" She grabbed his penis and looked down in surprise. "Oooh! Look at this! Maybe you are being honest after all." She started to rub his insistently erect shaft.

Alan groaned from the pleasure and recalled how bad it had hurt fifteen minutes earlier. "Oh man, Sister, we really shouldn't... Okay. Uncle."

"Uncle? Damn." She reluctantly pulled her hands away. "See? I'm a good girl. We can do this. But are you sure you wanna stop?" As she asked him the question, she seductively ran her finger along her wet slit and sucked it clean. "Mom's upstairs and lost in her own world. Probably masturbating again. If we're quiet..."

Alan wavered, sorely tempted. "No, I don't want to stop. I never want to stop. But we should stop. There's a difference."

He started to walk away, but Katherine smiled, knowing that she'd weakened his willpower on the no sex at home ban a little more.

Again, before he left the room, she shouted out, "Wait!"

He turned around. "What now?"

"One last thing. Don't have this kind of conversation with Mom, okay?" All traces of her seductiveness disappeared, despite her nakedness, and she seemed deadly serious.

"Why not?"

"Because she's going through her own issues right now. No need to worry her with anything more, until she gets what she needs from the psychiatrist."

"Okay. Fair enough. I was kind of thinking that too. Love you, Sis." He blew a gallant kiss, bowed, and walked off.

CHAPTER 11

Suzanne came back from L.A. after dinner. She went over to the Plummer household after dinner to read the mood of Susan, talk to her about some things, and also because there was another card game with Brenda planned for later. She walked in just minutes after Alan left his sister in the kitchen. He was now taking a shower, and Katherine was still cleaning up.

Suzanne succeeded in hiding the fact that she'd been out of town at all, which wasn't hard to do. She told Katherine that Brenda would be over before long and that fully captured the young teenager's attention.

Suzanne went upstairs and found Susan still luxuriating in the steamy tub. They were so familiar with each other and each other's nakedness by now that Suzanne didn't even bother to knock. Neither did Susan protest that she was naked, though some lingering sense of modesty caused her to partially cover up her rack with one ineffectual hand. But she was so drained that she lay in the water like a dead fish while Suzanne talked to her. They refrained from a greeting kiss.

They discussed some of the logistics of the psychiatrist visit, what Susan might say to Xania, and the like. That took nearly half an hour.

Near the end of it, Suzanne suggested, "You know, with everything in flux regarding the psychiatrist and all, maybe it would be better for the time being if I take care of Alan's needs more."

"Perhaps," Susan said grudgingly. "However, when you think about it, Alan's needs are greater than any one woman can satisfy, don't you think? I think my Angel and I have to help out at least part of the time every day, 'cos it would be too much for you. Probably Amy needs to help too."

Suzanne could have pointed out how Susan did fine handling Alan all by herself every Tuesday, but she figured that to get between Susan and her semen fix was about as unwise as to get between a mother grizzly bear and her cub.

She also still didn't much care for the idea of her daughter to be so actively involved with Alan, despite the fact that she knew Alan to be the most honorable man she'd known. She didn't want another major competitor for Alan's attentions and didn't want to see her "honey pie" daughter grow up so fast. But in her heart of hearts she knew there was no stopping Alan and Amy being together and realized it was probably for the best. Strangely, she also found herself wanting to obey Alan instead of limiting his behavior (though she didn't realize this consciously).

So, after pondering, Suzanne merely nodded, and said, "You wouldn't mind at least if I take care of the rest of his needs this evening? You seem so exhausted."

Susan was very grudging, but couldn't think of any rational reason to refute the suggestion. "No, I suppose that's okay. I guess I need a break."

"Get your rest now, because you're not going to have that much of a break. Brenda will be here in about half an hour. Another card game."

"Oh no. I'd better get ready. Is it that time of the week already? Time flies when you're sucking cock." She grinned and stretched her body in the water to get more comfortable.

Suzanne grinned too, happy that Susan was loosening up and enjoying herself more each day. She thought, Now if we can just get Xania to play the psychiatrist role and quell her last doubts, we'll be home free. Susan will be a totally uninhibited sex maniac. It's sooo close.

Suzanne had come into the house dressed conservatively, but she now put on something sexy and went to look for Alan. She'd consciously tried not to think about him all day long, just to calm her overheated mind. Thinking about all the details of the psychiatrist visit had been a good diversion, but on the long ride home from L.A. she could think of little else but fucking her lover.

As she walked to his room, she found herself shaking with excitement. She crossed her fingers behind her back and hoped that the time was finally right for them to fuck. But when she found him there, laying on his bed doing nothing, she was surprised to see him laugh in response to her appearance.

"What's so funny?" she asked, slightly hurt.

"Sorry, it's just that you should see my sister. She was just in here a couple of minutes ago, wondering if my penis needed any assistance." He yelled out, "Hey Katherine, can you come here?"

Katherine walked across the hall and into Alan's room and then started laughing too. Both she and Suzanne were dressed in nearly the exact same outfit which consisted of nothing but a few straps of clothing. The only difference was that Suzanne's was black and Katherine's was red. Both even happened to have one nipple uncovered at that very moment (with such an outfit, it was nearly impossible not to).

Suzanne blushed and thought, How embarrassing. It makes me look like I'm just one woman in his harem. I'm the mastermind here, dammit. This shouldn't be happening!

But Suzanne finally saw what the humor of their identical clothing and poses, and joined in the laughter. "I guess the effect of this outfit has been ruined," she said as she pulled on the straps repeatedly to expose more skin. "I'm just trying to get you aroused because Susan has put me in charge of your penis for the rest of the evening."

"Has she?" asked Katherine. "Rats!"

"Actually, maybe the outfit isn't a total loss," Suzanne said as she unzipped the zipper to Alan's shorts. His ever-ready rock-hard penis sprung out. "It seems to inspire you."

"Yeah, don't get rid of that," Alan said. "I like it. And I like it even more when both of you are wearing it at the same time. It makes you seem like twins or something." He could have added that the way Suzanne placed her arm to lift up and push out her huge tits certainly helped Alan's appreciation of the dress, but he realized that tit size was a sore subject whenever Katherine was around.

"Unfortunately," he went on, "even though my penis is somehow responding again - it was kind of hurting a while ago - we really shouldn't. Mom said that things need to cool off until she gets this psychology thing resolved, but you certainly wouldn't know it from my perspective. It's been nothing but sex, sex, sex for me all day, and Brenda's coming over later! I was just trying to mentally and physically recover a bit to prepare for that."

Katherine massaged Alan's shoulders while Suzanne massaged his penis. His sister said in a pouty voice, "Oh, you poooor thing. It's the tough life, isn't it? Your sopping wet fuck hole of a sister feels your pain."

Alan rolled his eyes balefully, "Don't talk like that. It only arouses me more. Don't we all need to get dressed and stuff? Isn't Brenda supposed to be here in a few minutes?"

"More like undressed," Katherine chortled. "Suzanne, what do you think the odds are that Alan will get his hands on Brenda's weighty orbs? One hundred percent? What do you think the odds are that she'll beat his meat before the evening is through? Or, Alan, that you'll be fucking her bottomless cleavage in front of us all? She wants you as bad as the rest of us, mister 'tough life.' She's going to be another SLAVE to your cock; another addition to your harem. I can tell. Your favorite fuck toy is so conflicted. I want my brother all to my own. But I also love to see him make new conquests." She hugged him tightly from behind.

"Really, please, stop," Alan moaned. "I don't have a harem. I can't resist when you go on like that. Gotta save some spunk for later..." But his protest was feeble and no one stopped.

As he resigned himself to the fact that his sister could not be discouraged, he felt her hands reach around and begin to stroke his penis back to full size. He asked her, "What's with you and Mom crowing with pride about my new conquests? I don't get that."

"I guess it's because it shows how dominant you are," she said seductively into his ear as she gently palmed the tip of his penis with one hand and rubbed it. "Even though you're not aggressive as you should be, it shows that you can sexually dominate anyone. I'm not living with a mere mortal, I'm living with a fuck monster! Let's ask another one of your cunts. Don't you agree, Suzanne?"

Suzanne was quiet for a moment and then replied tersely, "Alan is certainly a fuck monster, but please don't call me a cunt." That brought the conversation to an end. Katherine concentrated on her stroking.

Suzanne thought to herself, This is bad. Alan gets really turned on by all this subservient talk. This slave and cunt and fuck toy stuff. But I'm not willing to go there. It's undignified. Maybe I'm falling behind? Seems like I haven't been getting enough of his cock lately and now he's asking me to stop. I need to talk to him alone about all this.

She said, "Katherine, do you mind?" and motioned to the door with her eyes. Suzanne thought, as if speaking to Katherine, Get out of here so I can get a chance to fuck Alan! I need to get back to the top of his list. It's time that we fuck. That'll have him screaming my name. This could be my only chance to be alone with him today.

But Katherine played dumb. She did untangle herself and walked to the door. She said, "Oh, right." But then she closed it and walked back to Alan.

Suzanne said in frustration, even as she dropped her head and breathed lightly on Alan's newly unoccupied dick, "The idea was you're supposed to be on the other side of the door so I can help Alan in private."

Alan shivered in delight at the sensations Suzanne was making him feel with just her breath.

Then she started licking the bulbous tip. She too felt a shudder of excitement run up and down her spine, just from the pleasure of feeling his penis head on her tongue. She thought to herself wickedly, Maybe I AM just another one of his cunts! Would that be so bad? I should stop resisting, stop trying to control events, and just turn off my mind to everything except utter pleasure. My Sweetie will take care of me. But the thoughts were little more than idle fantasizing, as her desire to manipulate events and be number one was too strong.

Katherine belatedly answered, "Oh, right. My bad." But rather than leave the room, she tore away the thin strip of fabric from Suzanne's butt and placed a hand on each ass cheek. A finger quickly found its way into Suzanne's hole. She asked, "Did Susan put anyone in charge of your pussy for the evening?"

"No. And you're not supposed to be doing that, either," chided Suzanne. "Susan is in a weird mood about this whole psychiatrist thing."

"Good point. My bad again." Katherine stuck two more fingers into Suzanne's pussy.

"You two are incorrigible, you know that?" Suzanne said. She gave in and took off her few straps that passed for an outfit. Then she knelt on Alan's bed to suck his tool from a better position. That also gave the giggling Katherine better access to her ass. Suzanne added, "Please. Let's keep things reasonable, given that Susan is down the hallway."

Katherine giggled more. "That's why I locked the door. Because as a human sex toy, I don't know the meaning of the word 'reasonable.' I only know the words: 'yes, sir,' 'do me,' and 'more.'" She paused, then giggled again. "Oh, I guess 'deeper' and 'harder' are a couple other favorites."

Katherine licked Suzanne's ass crack and then stuck her tongue right into her anal sphincter. Suzanne was gratified that she'd cleaned herself in case Alan wanted to do that to her. All four women now kept their asses clean at all times for the off chance that Alan might want to explore that region, though he all too rarely did.

Suzanne gave up trying to fight the nympho teenager. She heaved a sigh somewhere between contentment and frustration, and resumed sucking. Her frustrations rapidly melted away. Thought she didn't realize it, she had become more and more like Susan, in that cocksucking increasingly filled her with contentment and banished all her worries. Cocksucking Alan usually kept her right on the edge of orgasm, and not even Suzanne could think very clearly in that state.

Alan hoped that Katherine would join Suzanne in licking his meat, but his sister was mindful that she was pushing her luck with Suzanne, and so she tried to make it up to the older woman with an excellent pussy licking. Alan didn't have too much to complain about: Suzanne still gave the best blowjobs of anyone in the house, and that was a very tough field of competition.

However, Katherine couldn't completely resist the temptation to get more involved. As Suzanne sped up, her mouth flying up and down Alan's penis like some pumping machine spinning out of control, Katherine rammed a couple fingers into Suzanne's pussy and reached forward to tweak one of Suzanne's nipples.

Suzanne made some muffled noises which might have been words, but she was too far into the blowjob to stop and properly speak. As Alan started to unload a healthy helping of semen into Suzanne's mouth, Katherine pulled on Suzanne's nipple so hard that it seemed as if she was trying to pull it off altogether.

Suzanne let out a very loud cry of exultation as she came, hard, right as Alan showered the back of her mouth with his seed. The resulting mess which ensued almost made all three lovers burst out with laughter and delight.

After they'd all climaxed, Suzanne sighed contentedly. Aaaaah. Now that's what it's all about. To think that some women don't like cocksucking at all. What fuckheads! It's the greatest sensual pleasure in the world, short of having him fucking my other holes, of course. And with Katherine on my ass, I'm just one player short of my ultimate orgy fantasy. Susan's coming along so nicely, but I still can't rush things.

She turned to Katherine, and with a bemused grin, said, "You very naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?"

Katherine smiled in return. "The question is, what AREN'T you going to do with me? Us fuck toys aim to please." She kissed her brother on the lips.

Then Suzanne said to her, "Can I finally be alone with this fuck monster, please? I think Alan has some serious things on his mind that he wants to talk to me about. Not only that, but Brenda will be over shortly, so you should get yourself ready."

Katherine blew Alan a kiss as she stood up and said, "Big Man-muscle Brother, see you downstairs in a bit." She didn't even bother to put her few straps of clothing back on before she entered the hallway, but just carried it out with her.

 

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