The sight of Suzanne struggling to get her clothes over her head and the inevitable tit jiggling that followed took Alan's breath away. Suzanne had a way of doing everything sexily, and loved to ham things up. She prolonged the taking off of clothes for Alan's benefit and made it look like she had an intense orgasm in the process.

Alan thought, I've lost count of how many times I've stopped breathing in sheer awe tonight, and I've only been sitting here a short while. This has got to be the greatest five sets of tits ever put together in one place. I swear to God!

After Suzanne did that, Brenda commented, "You're completely naked now, Suzanne. Does that mean the game is over?"

"Of course not, unless we all want it to. Does anyone want it to end?" A long pause indicated no takers to that idea.

Ever since Alan had arrived, Brenda had protested so much that she felt obliged to say something. "I suppose I can't quit now and ruin the game for everybody." That was a pretty feeble excuse, and in fact she was the most eager out of all of them. But she had her pride. She covered up the ensuing awkward silence by asking Suzanne, "So what happens if you lose again?"

"The usual rules," the pale beauty replied, as if those were obvious to everyone. "If all of the clothes are gone, the person with the highest hand gets to pick a dare for the person with the lowest hand to do. The winner can't be part of the dare in any way. Didn't you ever play strip poker when you were younger?"

"No. I got busty at a young age and kept growing, so my parents kept me on a very tight leash." Brenda was wistfully disappointed at all the fun she'd missed out on.

Katherine said mischievously, "Your parents kept you on a tight leash, eh? Mom, did you hear that? Sounds like an excellent suggestion to me. Now you know what I want for my birthday – a tight leash so I can be ordered around naked on all fours. And my birthday is next week!"

Susan chastised her daughter. "All right, Angel, I think that's quite enough joking." To the group, she asked, "Are you all sure we should keep this game going, after comments like that?"

"That's what your boundaries are for, Susan," Suzanne pointed out. "We all respect your boundaries. Are you willing to respect them too, Brenda?"

"Of course." Brenda wanted to keep the game going so she could get Alan to fall under her spell, not to mention the fact that she was having so much fun. Alan was obviously attracted to her, but she was frustrated that he wasn't complete putty in her hands like most men who crossed her path. Once a man started to grovel, she would lose all interest. She loved a challenge and was irritated at the competition of the other four women in the room. It's tough competition for once, admittedly, but I've got the hottest body here. I'm going to prove it by getting him to admit it. I'll show everybody. It's obvious that he loves tits, so he's gonna love me the best.

Suzanne said, "Okay then, let's continue. Unless you don't want to, Susan?"

Susan was silent and briefly blushed. Despite her protestations, her pussy was pulsing. Her mouth could complain all she wanted to, but her pussy wasn't going to let the game end. Suzanne pressed on and dealt the next hand.

Brenda lost that hand, and slid what remained of her outfit down past her knees. That revealed a pussy leaking like an open faucet. She realized that she hadn't felt so horny in ages, if there was anything in her life to compare to it at all. Her marriage had turned sour a few years back, which led to her upcoming divorce, and she'd rarely had any erotic experiences in the last couple years.

Katherine had Brenda in her jealous sights, and teased her a bit. "Hey Brenda, did someone spill a pitcher of water in your lap? I thought that you said you weren't turned on, and that you were just humoring us to keep playing."

Brenda bit her lip. She was at a loss for words. Finally, she muttered, very quietly, "It's not how it looks..."

Amy lost the next round, and bunched her dress up around her stomach, to expose her pussy, just as Suzanne and Brenda already had to do.

Because of the table, Alan usually couldn't see what was being shown off down below, unless the person sat next to him. So he asked Amy, "Aims, can you stand up so I can see what you've got there? We have to be sure that you've taken it off all the way."

"M'kay!" she unsurprisingly answered. She held her dress up above her belly button while she swayed her hips back and forth to better show off her bald pussy. As she did, she proudly announced, "Alan is my boyfriend!" even though the others all knew this already.

Then Susan lost the next hand and had to make the same display. Then Brenda lost again and had to take her outfit off of her body altogether. She had to stand there for a while as the others all discussed and complimented her pussy. She was nervous because she was now eligible for a dare if she lost again.

All the women except Brenda were talkative. They made jokes and lewd comments about all the nakedness. For instance, when Susan had to expose her pussy, Suzanne said, "I think that's a very cute pussy you have there. What do you think, Sweetie? Do you like your mother's pussy?" Alan tried to remain silent in situations like this, figuring that was safest. He just nodded, which caused an inordinately happy reaction from Susan.

Brenda refrained from talking because most of it was women making sexual comments and compliments to each other. But Brenda felt very uncomfortable with anything smacking of lesbianism and didn't even appreciate all the comments about her looks, especially the ones about how nice her pussy looked, unless the comment came from Alan. And Alan hardly said a word about anything. It was as if he was afraid that if he said the wrong word the whole magical, fantastic event would come to an end.

Meanwhile, Katherine hadn't lost a hand in a long time. She still was merely topless. That frustrated her so much that she complained, "No fair! Brenda, you're losing far too much lately. Let some of us lose on occasion too." Everyone laughed at that, but by now Brenda had also gotten wise that losing was better if she wanted to prove herself to be the sexiest woman in the room. Only Alan still tried to win. As a result, he was winning virtually every hand, and it was rare if any of the women even had a matching pair of cards.

Amy lost the next hand, which left her totally naked. Then Suzanne lost. Since she was completely naked already, she asked Alan as she posed seductively for him standing up with her arms held up high, "Okay Sweetie, it's time for the first dare. What can I do for you?"

Alan's answer was very clever. "I want you to put a vibrator in Brenda. One of the throbbing and rotating types." He realized that it was important to get Brenda to fall further into debauchery, and a dildo up her pussy would help speed that along.

"We don't do anything that people don't want to do," Suzanne said to Brenda. "Does that sound acceptable to you?"

"I guess so. Assuming it's within Susan's rules." She smugly thought, Alan picked me. He's falling for me already, heh-heh.

"It is," Suzanne said authoritatively. "Katherine, please get the vibrator from my purse. You know the one Alan is referring to." Katherine ran off, and meanwhile Suzanne said to Brenda, "Now turn over and let's see your ass. Stick it high up in the air so Alan can clearly see the vibrator go in, doggy style. Alan is our judge and he has to verify that the dare is completed."

Brenda did as she was told, getting on all fours with her firm, round ass pointing toward Alan, and then said, "I can't believe I'm doing this. But no lesbian stuff, all right? I'm really not into that."

"Don't worry, no lesbian stuff," Suzanne said confidently, even as she ran her hands all over Brenda's lovely ass. "Unless of course that's what the winner of the hand wants. We can't stop that. But hopefully no one will ask for that with you."

Katherine returned with the dildo by this time and handed it over to Suzanne. Suzanne slowly and sensually stuck it into Brenda's sopping pussy, at first only a little, then out some, then further in, then out, and back and forth in this fashion until it was all the way in. Her hands continued to rub over Brenda's ass in the meantime, but she resisted doing what she really wanted to do, which was to grope at Brenda's big tits. She could see Brenda falling down a metaphorical slippery slope and knew she'd have ample opportunity to climb Brenda's very real twin mountains later if she kept her patience.

Eventually Suzanne asked Alan, "So would you say the dildo is in yet?"

Brenda looked at him and panted, "It's in! It's in! Alan, please say it is in!" Her eyes were glazed with lust and her hips rotated at the sensations she felt deep within her inner walls, but she stayed where she was, ass high up in the air, while she stared at Alan with a mix of desire and desperation.

He hemmed and hawed. Then he joked, "I'm not sure. As President Clinton once said, 'it depends on what the definition of "is" is.'" Brenda moaned in frustration; the political reference went right over her head.

Suzanne, teasing Brenda some more, said, "I think it's in, Sweetie. Look. I'm pushing it aaaaallllll the way in, and then aaaaaallllll the way out. And then again. Aaaaaallll the way in, and aaaaaallll the way out. I don't think it can go in any further. Look. I can barely keep my fingertips on it."

"Okay. I guess. If you say so. Brenda, the dare didn't say anything about taking the dildo back out, so you've gotta keep it in there."

"God!" Brenda shrieked, a lusty smile on her face as her thighs began to tremble like an impending earthquake. "NO!"

Suzanne let go of the dildo, but left it inside Brenda. The super-stacked woman fell to the ground as she writhed in submission to her lusty urges. Brenda had no idea why she was so unusually horny all of the sudden and wanted to remain in control. But her body wouldn't listen to her mind. Everyone stared at her as she let herself go completely.

Brenda's huge and bouncy tits were highly entertaining and arousing for everyone, as were her verbal protests. Brenda was a highly vocal woman when aroused. As she bucked her hips off the floor like she was trying to fuck the dildo harder, she cried out a steady stream of words and panted, "NO! God no! Someone please, make it stop! It's too good! So fucking good! Lord God, help me! Please! I'm dying of pleasure! Fuck! Alan! Don't look! No, Alan, no! This is so embarrassing. I'm going to cum in front of all of you! Fuck. Why did I, did I agree, to do this? Why? Oh no! Oh no! No! Fuck me! I'm cumming! YES! Aaaiiieee!"

This was just one sample of what she said as she reached one climax. She was wracked by a series of orgasms that just kept going and going. She babbled indecently as they hit her one by one, starting at Alan with a pained, lustful expression on her face.

It was torture for Alan to watch this without getting stroked. Katherine, who sat next to him, saw his anguish and dropped a hand into his lap since everyone's attention was on Brenda. Some light rubbing through his shorts was almost enough to send him off, given what he saw before him.

But right as he was ready to go in his shorts, Suzanne had mercy on Brenda and called time. She announced the game would resume. All eyes returned to the table and Katherine had to take her hand away when Alan needed help the most.

Brenda couldn't even get back to the table; her body still shuddered and wriggled on the floor. The vibrator still worked within her, and it seemed she could go all evening, climax after climax. Suzanne clarified, "Brenda, Alan's dare only talked about putting the vibrator in. He said nothing about taking it out. So you're going to have to keep it in there until and unless someone rescues you with another dare. For instance, a dare that would replace it with something else. But if you like, you can turn the settings down."

"Oh, thank you, Suzanne, thank you! Ohmigod. Ohmigod." She flicked it to the low setting and recovered enough to sit back at the table and return to the game. But now she had a glassy look in her eyes. The setting was just enough to keep her close to orgasm, especially as she kept rocking back and forth as if trying to rub herself into satisfaction, but it wasn't quite enough to get her there. There was no way she would protest about anything getting too sexual any more.

CHAPTER 4

Katherine lost the next two hands and was very happy about it. She still had her top hanging around her waist, but elected to expose first her pussy and then her ass. Now she had both her top and her skirt hanging off of her loosely, which left nothing covered. Alan lost the next hand, the first time he'd lost. He merely took off a sock, to the frustrated groans of everyone else in the room. He lightly teased as he tossed the sock aside, "Maybe, I'm a little bit overdressed, hunh?"

All the females agreed with furious nods of their heads. That both amused and aroused him.

Susan lost the next hand and had to take off the last of her clothes. Then she lost another hand, and Katherine had the highest hand. So Katherine had the right to order Susan on a dare, and said, "Alan's penis must be in great pain after so much excellent visual stimulation. Mom, I order you to jack him off, but not too quickly. Keep rubbing his penis while we play."

Susan eagerly leapt up, smiling as if there had just been an announcement that she'd won the lottery. Her tender hands went to work.

The Brenda from earlier in the evening would have protested or even walked out. But now Brenda just stared in total fascination at the sight of the mother jacking off the son, and again thought wicked thoughts of doing that to her own son. She licked her lips lewdly and repeatedly. She grabbed her clit and began a particularly intense orgasm, greatly helped by the vibrator that still gyrated and hummed quietly inside of her.

The other women looked on at Brenda with envy and wished that they too had big dildos throbbing inside of their fuck holes. But everyone restrained themselves from any personal touching not ordered in the game and desperately wished for the game to hurry up so that they too could get off.

Susan stroked Alan far too vigorously for him to last long. He said, "Mom, could you please slow it down a lot?" She did, but he couldn't resist saying to her, "Anyways, Mom, what about the reservations you had this morning about this kind of thing?"

"Mommy can't think right now," Susan said and then blushed when she realized she'd called herself "Mommy" in front of Brenda (not that Brenda particularly cared at this point - she was completely lost in her own erotic reveries). "I'm sure that once I'm able to think again, those reservations will come back, but right now I see no problem in just enjoying the moment, if we can respect the boundaries."

Susan huffed and puffed heavily as she said this. Seeing her resistance crumble and her chest heave, Alan reached out and grabbed one of his mother's tits. But to his surprise, Suzanne said, "Tut-tut. I don't know about Susan's boundaries, but that's against the game rules. No touching unless a dare allows it."

So Alan withdrew the hand, to Susan's vocal disappointment. He wondered if Suzanne's adherence to the rules could be a sign of jealousy.

They went back to the game. Alan won the next hand and Amy lost it. She needed a dare, so he said, "Little Stuffable Sister, since you're so frustrated at never losing, I order Amy to French kiss you and fondle you all over except in your love box. That'll make you feel better. You have to keep your hands still, though. Brenda, you don't mind something lesbian if it doesn't involve you, do you?"

"No, I'm okay with that." With the vibrator pounding her relentlessly, she was ready for just about anything by this point, as long as it was sexual. In fact, she had to repeatedly grasp the edge of the table as her body swooned from too much pleasure. The puddle of pussy juice which had accumulated beneath her ass now resembled a small pond.

Katherine and Amy locked lips and stayed that way for several minutes. Amy's hands roamed passionately all over Katherine, as if she had discovered her friend's body for the first time. Like everyone else, she was greatly aroused by Brenda. Katherine asked, as if talking to a child, "Now, who's tits are you pinching, Amy?"

"Umm, those are Alan's tits," Amy replied. "All of our tits, cunts, and bodies are Alan's now, right?"

"Very good. They are, except maybe for Brenda's. Not yet with her, right, Brenda?"

Brenda was so overwhelmed by such a thought that she nearly fell out of her chair. Crying, "Sweet Jesus!" she came in a tremendous climax that sent her cards spilling onto the floor. She couldn't believe that she had had multiple orgasms, her naked, voluptuous body violently climaxing in front of four others.

With Susan on Alan's penis, a dildo pounding into Brenda, and Amy and Katherine occupied with each other, no one was in any hurry to continue the game any more. No one but Suzanne, that is, who was left out of all the fun. Suzanne was also a bit miffed at Katherine's words - she certainly didn't consider her body "owned" by Alan. It was she who finally got the next hand of cards going.

Katherine and Amy had to stop kissing, mostly, to play their cards, but Amy still roamed her hands freely over Katherine as they played. She generally kept one hand holding her cards and the other teasing Katherine's clitoris, since that was allowed by the terms of the dare.

Alan lost the next hand and had to take off his other sock. Everyone groaned again that his shorts and shirt still remained (though of course his best asset, his penis was exposed and covered with hands). Brenda acted as if she was a spectator in some kind of Chippendale's show and shouted, "Take it off! Take it all off!"

Susan had some fun with his loss, though. "Here. Let me take that sock off for you, Tiger." She licked her tongue down his leg and pulled off his sock with her teeth while she managed to keep a hand on his penis. Then she returned her full attention and both hands to his penis.

Brenda couldn't help but comment about that either. "Susan, that's so hot. Everything here is so hot! I'm burning up. I'm dying! What is with this house? So sexual. Everything. How many minutes have you been jacking your son off, Susan? Your son! Won't he ever shoot his load? Oh my God - I can't get over that he's your son!"

Susan calmly smiled. "Now you can see what we mean when we say he's an insatiable sex machine. My son just never gives up his mouthwateringly delicious cum easily. You have to earn it. It's hard work and can tire out your hand or jaw. And it never stops. Once he's done, he's hard again almost instantly. It's like having a permanently hard cock slapping you in the face twenty-four hours a day. It's a good thing there's four of us in this house to help out, because there's no way any one woman can satisfy him." She beamed with pride at her son's sexual prowess.

Amy was also very proud and couldn't help but say, yet again, "Brenda, did you know that I'm his official girlfriend? It's official!" It was a rather funny thing to say given that Alan was being stroked by his mother and Amy was in the middle of licking Katherine's neck and pulling on her nipples. But in Amy's mind, she was now tightly bound to Alan and nothing else really mattered.

Katherine goaded her like a mother hen, "What else are you, Amy?"

"Oh, I'm his pussy, too!" She smiled a happy and proud grin. "One of his pussies, that is."

Brenda was tremendously impressed by all this and openly ached for Alan's penis to replace the vibrator that was causing her to nearly shake right out of her seat. She realized her attempt to overwhelm Alan with her beauty was crumbling. She mumbled, "Alan. Pussies. These pussies. Owned. Pussies. Cunts. ... Alan! By Alan!" In a last ditch effort to beat him, she managed to ask as she writhed, "Alan, who's the most beautiful woman here?"

Alan generally tried to maintain a low profile and not talk, but now he had to answer a very dangerous question. But he had a suave answer. "Brenda, you're very beautiful, sure. I love your chest and your cute face. But the most beautiful people here to me are the ones I've known the longest, because I can see their beauty both inside AND out."

That got "Awww" sighs of happiness from everyone but Brenda, as they all thought of how long they'd known Alan and their good times together. Each of them felt as if Alan spoke directly to them and only them. Brenda, however, realized she was beaten and that he wasn't overwhelmed by her beauty like all the other men she'd known. But losing was never so good. She was having even more orgasms, and the best time of her life.

Katherine won the next hand and Brenda lost it. Katherine said, "Alan, I think it's time you teach Brenda that little back door trick that Akami showed you." Katherine saw Susan frown, so to appease her she added, "But that's it. Don't take your hands off of her ass."

Needless to say, Alan was delighted. Alan had been incredibly turned on by the impossibly proportioned visitor, but hadn't really had a chance to touch her. Brenda pulled herself together enough to move over to a couch. Still panting breathlessly, she bent down low and raised her ass up high, her immense breasts hanging so low they scraped the fabric of the sofa. She babbled semi-coherently and rapidly, "Alan, my ass. My ass. That's my ass. Do it to my ass. Yes! You're gonna... Gonna fuck my ass! So hard. So hard. So big. Big. Up the ass. Asshole. My asshole. Alan. Fuck stud. Sex machine. He's gonna... My ass. Gonna do my ass..."

That was all before he even touched her. He rubbed her ass gently all over, and she switched to high-pitched breathy moaning. Then, without any warning, he plunged a finger deep into her anus. She cried out earsplitting screams of ecstasy. The others had to cover their ears as she went on and on. Alan could only wonder what noises she'd make during actual sex.

Alan sawed his finger in and out of Brenda's butt for as long as he was allowed. She'd never experienced anal penetration before and was overwhelmed with what was, to her, a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain. With Alan's other hand he made the most of his opportunity to explore her butt. He kneaded it over and over like a baker making bread.

The others grew jealous. Suzanne was increasingly unhappy to hear things like her daughter proclaim herself as an owned pussy, but she was too horny to really put her foot down. She made a note to talk about it with Amy in private, later.

Susan was chomping at the bit, pained by the fact that Alan's penis was out of her reach. She finally used her position of authority to demand the game go on. Alan made to go back to where he sat, but Brenda still moaned as he left, "Wait! Suzanne said that you're not allowed to take your hands off of my ass. You have to obey the dare! Keep them there!"

The remarkable thing was that Brenda was coherent enough to string these thoughts and words together. But her interpretation of the rules was to no avail. It was probably just as well that Alan stopped, because she fell down onto the couch behind her as if she was about to die of pleasure. She writhed around as if she was having an epileptic seizure until she had yet another climax. Somehow she recovered and managed to sit up again at the table. It was all Brenda could do to take and look at the cards she'd been dealt for the next hand. The vibrator still sawed away inside her.

Susan asked, "Enjoying yourself, Brenda?"

Brenda laughed. "You could say that! I don't know what it is, but I've never been so aroused in my whole life! I can hardly stand it." It was a moment of relative calm and clarity for her, and she went looking for her cards which had once again fallen to the floor. But she knew it was just another calm and that before long she'd be cumming and climaxing at full intensity.

Suzanne won the next hand and Susan lost it. Aghast, Suzanne pointed out, "Susan, you're not stimulating Alan in any way whatsoever! What's with you? I think you need to make it up to him by stimulating his penis with your breasts. A titfuck." Suzanne saw this as an opportunity to push down a boundary that Susan had stubbornly maintained.

In fact, Alan had deliberately sat out of range of his mother's hands after fingering Brenda's ass so his penis could have a couple of minutes to recover. But Susan took the blame. "I'm sorry. Sorry, Alan. Sorry, Suzanne. Tiger, let me make it up to you. Please fuck my boobs."

Alan jumped up. "Sweet! I've been waiting for this day!" He wanted to say more, but then remembered his rule: saying too much might ruin things, but silence was always safe.

Without any further ado he stood up and watched Susan kneel down, so his penis was at the same height as her tits. Having her below him emphasized the fact that he was the only one left wearing any clothes. Susan pushed her tits together with her hands and waited for him to fill her cleavage, but she was nervous.

"Mommy's afraid, Tiger," she said. "Please go easy."

"Afraid? Why?"

"My whole boobs are so sensitive. Not just the nipples. When you touch them it makes me so crazy! So horny! I'm afraid I'm going to pass out. That's why I've been holding out on this, because I'm afraid I'll end up like Brenda over there."

She motioned towards Brenda with her eyes and Alan looked over. Brenda somehow managed to sit at the table with the cards in one of her hands, but she was a total wreck. While she mauled one of her tits with her other hand, her eyes glazed over as she stared into space, and she appeared to be lost in some erotic nirvana.

"I'll be careful, Mom. If it gets too much, just say something." He cast a quick glance at his sister and added, "Uncle. The word is uncle. If it's too much, just say that." The was the safe word he and his sister had already agreed upon.

"Yes, Tiger," Susan replied obediently.

He slid his penis through her orbs of flesh. There was no need to lubricate them because his penis was positively covered with and still dribbling pre-cum from so many long minutes of being stroked. In fact, his chief worry was that he wouldn't be able to last long.

Susan merely slathered it around a bit before she began to slide her tits up and down his glistening shaft.

"Oh-ho-ho yeeaaaahhh..." he let out, as he pushed up into her chest and she squeezed her tits around his tool even tighter. "Oh, so good. Mom!"

"Oh honey! Tiger! My darling boy! You're fucking my tits! You really are!" He pistoned in and out as he stood.

The others had all repositioned themselves to get a good view and enjoy the sight. Brenda was obviously very fascinated by mother-son incest and turned her full attention to the titfuck. She still couldn't get over the fact that a mother and son would do such things and stated the obvious: "Alan! She's your mother! You're fucking your mother's tits! Susan! That's your son! He's your son, for crying out loud! I can't believe what I'm seeing!" She rubbed her clit and moaned louder than even Susan.

This only spurred their passion. Things were going quite well, as Alan stroked and stroked her soft channel, until Susan said, "Son, do you like them? Are these your favorite tits?"

"I love them! Mom, they're the greatest! The best tits in the world! So big and so soft! Yes!"

This comment was not wise. He was lost in the moment and not mindful of his audience. Every other female in the room was offended, especially Suzanne and Brenda. In Brenda's case it actually increased her desire for Alan even more. She cried out as she frigged herself faster, "Fuck your mommy!"

Suzanne thought she was clever to get the titfuck to happen, but now her jealous side made her want them to stop. She announced, "We can't just sit here forever. Knowing Alan, we could be here all day before he cums. Can the two of you hold cards while you do that?"

"I, uh, I think so," Alan panted.

"No! No cards!" Susan panted even louder. "Holding tits! Must hold tits! Uh. Ah. Fucking. Uh. Alan fucking! My tits! My tits! My best tits! The best!"

Suzanne seemed unfazed by their passion and just said, "All right, we'll play this next hand without Susan then." So they all drew cards. Suzanne had to put Alan's cards in his hands, as he wasn't even facing the table.

Not surprisingly, for once Alan didn't win. He didn't even get a good look at his cards. Katherine won instead and Brenda lost again. Katherine wanted the titfuck to end, since she also was annoyed by the "best tits in the world" comment. She knew one thing that might draw him away. So she said, "Brenda, once you're at least semi-coherent, it's time that Alan manhandles your boobs and sucks your nipples."

Brenda could hardly believe it. She still hadn't recovered from his handling of her ass, and watching the titfuck had her on the verge of complete ecstasy yet again. But she wanted more. She wanted it all. As she offered her giant tits to the teenager, she cried out, "Oh yes! God, yes! Do it, Alan! Do ME!" The very thought excited her so much that she touched her clit and set off another world-shattering orgasm.

Alan disengaged from his mother and turned around to look at Brenda and Katherine. He said joyously, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sister! I totally owe you one! I can't wait to get my hands on those huge tits. Those mountains. God, they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen! Brenda, words can't even describe how super incredible your rack is. I totally want to do you all the way right now."

They weren't exactly the most poetic words ever spoken, but they put Brenda in seventh heaven just the same. But they didn't make her very popular.

Katherine, as usual, was jealous and upset at being upstaged, first by her mother and now by Brenda, a veritable outsider. She frowned deeply and again cursed at Alan's ban on having sex with her in the house, and her grounding that prevented her from having it elsewhere. She felt like she was slipping behind and gave Brenda the evil eye.

But Susan was even more peeved at Brenda. For starters, she was upset Brenda was losing so much, but what really got her unusually angry was jealousy over Alan's admiration for Brenda's tits. Who is this Brenda with her freak tits taking my Tiger away from me? He was just saying how great I am. I want him to think MY tits are the best, not this ridiculous tit-woman! The fact that Alan stopped the titfuck to go to Brenda's tits brought her anger to a new level.

Susan launched an all out sex attack on Alan to make him completely forget about Brenda. She spun him around roughly. Then she took his penis deep in her mouth and sucked with intensity, grabbed his balls with one hand, and stuck a finger up his anus with the other. As she was bent over his lap from sitting next to him, she rubbed her hard nipples into the side of his thighs as best she could. All of that, plus the thought of groping and kissing Brenda, caused Alan to lose it before he could even get up and perform the dare.

Susan drank up all of Alan's cum. Then, as her son's cum still dribbled down her chin, she stood up and announced, "Okay kids, that's it. Party's over. Everybody has to go home."

CHAPTER 5

Susan's command launched a chorus of complaints, as everyone tried to speak at once. The general gist was to incredulously ask Susan why they had to stop. As she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips, she answered, "This game is turning into a full-blown orgy, and we're starting to break boundaries. Alan just said he wants to fuck Brenda, and look at Amy. She's been putting her fingers in Katherine's pussy, even though the dare specifically prohibited that. In fact, they should have stopped performing that dare AGES ago. I have to put my foot down before this spins out of control! Everybody's drunk with far too much wine. Plus, it's late, and my two children here have to go to school tomorrow. School! You do remember the concept of school, don't you?"

She punctuated her words by stomping her feet, which caused the ropes of cum dangling from her chin to wobble from side to side. She continued, "Not only that, but Alan finally had his orgasm, which is the most important thing, medically speaking. So it's all over, and no complaining!"

There was more complaining anyway, and Brenda complained the loudest of all. When Brenda saw Susan's aggressive sexual attack on her son, her arousal level ratcheted up even higher. Despite her overwhelmed and ragged state, she wanted the night's fun to go on and on forever.

"Anything?"

Brenda nodded vigorously, which caused her naked, mammoth tits to shake with the motion. "Anything." She looked over at Alan so lustfully that he was nearly bowled over and not a little afraid of what she might resort to in order to be with him. She looked possessed with desperate need. Knowing that her tits were her best asset, she dropped her hands from in front of her chest and arched her back to make her tits thrust out even more than usual. It was hard to imagine that such a woman offering herself like that could be turned down by anyone.

Suzanne appealed to Susan with hope in her eyes, but Susan shook her head no. Susan even had a scowl on her face about Brenda. Alan remained quiet.

"I guess not," Suzanne said. She herself was a bit disappointed at Susan's stance, now that it came to putting one's foot down. She was aware that it wasn't exactly every day one had a buxom multimillionaire basically begging to be your sex slave just to get a little taste of teenage cock. But she realized that Susan's feelings came first. "Susan is going to see the psychiatrist on Friday about some things. We can discuss this after then, but no guarantees. It looks like she's upset with something. Maybe that we were taking things too far. And Alan will be gone all weekend on a hiking trip in any case. But at least for you there's next Wednesday."

Brenda bowed her head in disappointment, but she put her skimpy outfit back on, picked up her overcoat, and made to go.

But Suzanne was too turned on to have Brenda leave that easily. She said, "Before you go, now that you know our sexual traditions, you have to follow them all. And another tradition we have is that whenever anyone comes or goes, they have to French kiss each other hello or good-bye. It's only polite. I'm afraid, for your sake, that that includes women with women."

Before Brenda realized what was happening, Suzanne leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Brenda reflexively tried to pull away, but Suzanne grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to keep kissing. Eventually, Brenda put her tongue in Suzanne's mouth and halfheartedly kissed back.

Suzanne pulled away when the long kiss came to an end, and said, "I thought you said that you'd be good, and you'd do anything. If you want me to even consider doing this again before next Wednesday, then I expect a better kiss than that."

Brenda was shamefaced and red as a beet. Everyone there clearly recalled Brenda's protests against any lesbian contact. But she meekly said, "I'll be good. ... For Alan. I'll do it for Alan. Let me try again."

Suzanne pulled in for another kiss, and this time Brenda did her best to kiss back. She tried to imagine that she was kissing Alan, and that worked wonders for her enthusiasm. Brenda was now clothed, so Suzanne was frustrated in her desire to endlessly grapple and grope Brenda's tits like she wanted to. Aware that an angry Susan looked on, she limited herself to a few gropes over Brenda's leather top.

That kiss lasted several minutes while Susan and Alan stood nearby and waited for them. Alan had never taken his clothes off but Susan was still naked. It had been a good ten minutes since his last climax, more than enough time for him to recover, and he was excited again. He grabbed his mother's hand, unzipped his shorts, and put her hand on his tool. He knew that he didn't have to ask or say anything. She stroked it automatically and without thinking. Her only reaction was to turn towards him briefly and warmly smile in gratitude at being given the opportunity to touch and stroke his fuck meat again.

When Brenda's much longer second kiss came to an end, Suzanne pulled back and said, "Much better. Much. It was almost as if you meant it. Now, you have to kiss Susan."

Susan didn't expect that. She waved the suggestion off with her free hand. "No, really, you don't have to if you don't want to," the mother said to Brenda. "I'm perfectly occupied over here." She didn't want to kiss someone she was angry at.

Suzanne was stern with Susan. "What about the rules? You said we have to follow the rules, and you can't exclude yourself when you please."

"Okay, I guess," Susan said doubtfully. The Brenda's body had aroused her in the past; for instance they'd talked about Brenda's rack when the two of them first kissed each other. But this evening those same tits put her into a jealous rage. So she was torn. She roused herself enough to say, "Brenda, kiss me," but it came out sounding halfhearted.

Brenda was now ready to do anything she was told, if it meant she could get more orgasms like the nearly nonstop series she'd had during the strip poker game. She leaned into Susan and did her best to kiss her. Because Susan was naked, Brenda experimented with putting her hands on Susan's naked tits. She'd never fondled another woman before and was very tentative. Brenda had to do virtually all the embracing because Susan never took her hand away from stroking Alan's shaft. Brenda tried to touch the penis in mid-kiss, but Susan slapped her hand away.

When that kiss ended, Brenda decided, Kissing a woman isn't such a bad thing once you got used to it. I think I can grow to enjoy this, assuming that these two are going to make me do it a lot more in the future. And I think that's a safe assumption.

She then made another move towards the door to go, but Alan said, "Wait a minute. What about my good-bye kiss? You still owe me one, Brenda. Plus, that was the dare we never got to do."

Brenda's eyes lit up like a happy puppy dog. However, she knew Susan had to approve the idea, so she looked at Susan anxiously.

Susan glared and frowned, but Suzanne said, "The kid's got a point. Two points, actually."

Before there could be any argument, Alan grabbed Brenda, pulled her towards him, and kissed the monster-titted woman. He made sure she came to him so his mother could continue jacking him off while he kissed. Susan let out her jealous anger through extra-vigorous fondling of his tool. Brenda kissed back with a hungry passion, but he wasn't content just to kiss. He pulled her leather top from off of her boobs and then got down to the business of seriously exploring Brenda's twin peaks. He was already a man very intimate with many impressive chests, but he thought to himself, Jesus! Two hands isn't enough for one tit! I have to have more of this! He leaned down and sucked on her nipples, which jutted out absurdly far.

A very cross Susan ordered, "Okay, the kiss is over. Your mouths aren't touching. That's the end."

Alan reluctantly withdrew after another brief French kiss. Brenda found that her legs were quivering and her hips were involuntarily bucking upwards, as if to fuck an imaginary penis. She turned around and was about to walk away, when Alan reached up from behind and renewed his manual assault on her chest while he kissed her on the back and around the neck. He thought, I don't care what Mom says – I just can't get enough of these fucking squeezable watermelons!

Brenda groaned and bucked her hips harder.

"Alan?" yelled Susan. "Alan! Listen to me! You stop that this minute! You hear me?" She was really pissed now, but that didn't stop her from intently pumping his thick rod. She hadn't stopped for one second ever since he'd put her hands on it.

Alan finally let go of Brenda. Susan tried to step in between them, and stood up close to Alan so she could slide his penis up and down her thighs. She even slid it over a wet inner thigh in a desperate and angry attempt to distract him from Brenda. Her hand holding it and guiding it continued to squeeze and stroke it as well. She had become a most excellent penis pleaser.

He looked back at his mother's mean face and then whispered in Brenda's ear, "Don't worry, she just a little jealous of your tits. She'll get over it. Especially if you make her happy next time."

Brenda moaned again and squeezed his hands over her giant breasts. She pulled her skimpy top back up over her extremely extended nipples and finally put on her overcoat.

Suzanne figured she'd go home momentarily, and since they all stood near the underwear cabinet, she put on her clothes too (she dressed quite formally, as she'd told her husband that she was going to an investment club meeting).

Susan was cold and wanted to dress, but she also didn't want to stop jacking off her son even for a moment, so Alan picked out a top for her and slipped it over her head. She remained naked from the waist down.

Brenda blew kisses at everyone and said, "God, that was weird, but I had the most wonderful time. Alan, I can't wait until we..." - she looked over at Susan and toned down her words, blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush - "... uh, until we get to know each other better." Her eyes lingered at the sight of Susan's hands frantically sliding up and down Alan's dick and once again she thought of her own son, Adrian.

She could have stood there forever, transfixed, but a deliberate cough from Suzanne snapped her out of it. She said, "Thanks so much everyone for inviting me. I hope we can play again next week. See ya soon!" Then she left.

Everyone had forgotten the vibrator still in Brenda. She was so frazzled that she'd even unthinkingly put her dress on over it. It wasn't until she nearly got in an accident on the way home that she fully realized it was still deeply filling her vagina. But she didn't take it out. Back home, she was relieved to see that her son was asleep, so she could continue to play with herself. She vigorously worked on her tits and set the vibrator to high, so she could have one last shattering climax. Then she finally took it out and passed out for the night.

Suzanne immediately turned to Susan, whose hands continued to piston Alan's penis. "So how about it Susan? Another poker game before next Wednesday? You have to admit that was lots of fun."

"NO. End of discussion." She would have stomped off to make her point clear, but once she had her hands on her son's penis there was no way she was going to take them off until she received a big load in her mouth.

Suzanne finished putting her street clothes on in anticipation of the short walk home, but she put on an overcoat for good measure. She playfully wagged her finger at Susan and said, "I think somebody's jealous!" She used the voice kids use when they say things like, "I saw Jenny kissing Johnny!"

"Jealous? I don't know what you're talking about," Susan said as Suzanne winked at Alan, who was nearly lost in the throes of the handjob's pleasures.

Alan groaned and put his hand on his mother's, indicating she had to pause for a bit. He'd been using his PC muscle training to its fullest extent to prevent from cumming, and was fairly amazed at all the stimulation he'd managed to endure.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne put her hand on the door, ready to leave, but then a thought occurred to her. She asked Alan, "How many times have you cum today, Sweetie?"

Alan counted in his head, somewhat able to think again now that Susan was merely lightly stroking his dick. Mom in the morning, Glory at school, a wicked Heather fuck, Glory again, no, wait. I didn't climax then. Amy and Sis together with the whole crazy milk thing, Suzanne after that with a Sis assist, then Mom again during the poker game. Six times. Is that all? Strange. I thought for sure it was at least eight. "Let's see. Six times. And now Mom is working on her third time helping me, as you can see. We're close. So close!"

"Only six times? But you're aiming for eight each day this week for the scouting trip. And Susan, didn't you say earlier that I was in charge of Alan's penis for the rest of the evening? What happened to that? I think I need to take over here."

"NoooOOOoooo!" whined Susan. "I thought you were going home. Won't your husband be worried?"

"Good point. I'll give him a quick call. Now take your hands off before you make my Sweetie cum. Didn't you just say you're not the jealous type? So you won't mind if I take Alan back to his room."

"But..." Susan's mind spun into high gear as she fretfully tried to think of some reason not to relinquish her death-grip on her son's penis. But she couldn't think of a single rational excuse and visibly deflated with the defeat. She picked up speed in her stroking, hoping to get him off before she had to hand him over. She asked, stalling for time, "Are you sure about that? You're just joking. Right?"

Suzanne chided, "Who said I had his penis for the rest of the evening?"

"Some best friend you are," Susan grumbled, but she handed Alan over. She literally handed Suzanne Alan's penis, and Suzanne began to piston her hand to the same rhythm that Susan had just started. Between them, they barely skipped a beat.

Susan just stood there and watched enviously while Suzanne stood on the other side of Alan and pumped in her usual style.

But Suzanne wanted to be alone, so she held out her free arm like she expected a hug, and said to her best friend with a sweet smile of her full, red lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Susan gave her best friend a hug and goodnight kiss. Suzanne was pleased to see that, although the morning had started out with a no kiss ban from Susan, that ban didn't even last the day. The two of them French kissed for several minutes while Suzanne continued to wank Alan. Unfortunately Suzanne was fully (and quite formally) dressed and Susan partially dressed, so they didn't go as far as they otherwise would have.

Suzanne thought, as the kiss went on, Now this is why I scheme so much. Alan's cock in my hand and Susan's lips on mine - if only I could be fondling Katherine or Brenda with my other hand, life would be complete. People who don't take risks are such chumps.

Susan stood up but continued to gaze longingly at her friend's hands whipping up and down her son's penis. She wanted those to be her hands. She wondered if it was right and proper to share the penis simultaneously with Suzanne. But some doubts still lingered from the morning and held her back from breaking yet another new barrier.

Suzanne looked up, a bit annoyed. "Goodnight Susan. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, goodnight, Mom," Alan chimed in. "Don't I get my goodnight kiss too?"

Susan had been holding off, hoping to do that in his bed. But she realized there was no reason why she couldn't kiss him now and then again later. So Suzanne had to wait a couple more minutes before she could have her privacy. It felt strange to Alan to have to kiss his mother without her being topless, but he refrained from taking anything off and taking things further because he could tell Suzanne was getting antsy. As a result, the kiss was rather hurried and tame. His penis was also briefly unoccupied during the kiss, for a change, because any more stimulation would have set him off. He at least got to play with his mother's tits some, even though doing so was tempting fate in his goal not to cum too soon.

Suzanne had her hand on the door. She turned to Susan and said, "Friend, I love how we're passing the cock back and forth. Imagine a future when you and I can take turns holding Alan's cock all day long. We can have it in our mouths, in our hands, in our tits, in our butts, and who knows where else." She looked at Alan and winked with that last suggestion. "But you don't have to imagine that future, because it's already here."

Susan's eyes went wide. She tried to reply, but words got caught in her throat. There was a part of her that felt she should protest and reaffirm boundaries, but she didn't want to. Instead, she ran off to her bedroom to masturbate over Suzanne's beautiful vision.

Suzanne's problem was that it had gotten very late and she needed to talk to her husband. Now that Susan had left the room, she lingered a few moments more and said to Alan, "Sweetie, since I'm all dressed up, I'm going to show my face briefly back at home so he doesn't worry about me. Wait for me in your room. You're right on the verge now and need a longer break anyway. Don't let your mom come in and steal you away from me. Set up a blockade and pile furniture up against the door if you have to," she joked.

Suzanne was back in less than five minutes and went straight to Alan's room naked except for her stockings, where he waited expectantly, also naked. "Brenda and that poker game got me all worked up, didn't it for you?" she asked him.

"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically.

The two of them sized each other up. Both clearly had sex on the brain and were ready to fuck each other senseless. Alan was weary after another day's exhausting sexual activity, but he was fairly certain that this was the time he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, so he'd psyched himself up. He'd gotten quite nervous while he waited for her to return.

However, Suzanne was crazy with desire to fuck, but there was one thing that held her back - fear that Susan was listening in. Eavesdropping at Alan's door was so common now that it was nearly comical. Suzanne figured that the way she'd taken over from Susan, odds were excellent that the sexually frustrated mother would be right outside the door and waiting for a chance to have a very thorough goodnight kiss (if she wasn't too busy masturbating). So first she had to know if the coast was clear. As she'd just entered the room, she decided to stall for a couple of minutes to see if Susan would come by to spy or not.

Suzanne walked over to Alan and said, "Hey, Mister Pussy Tamer, can you put me in the mood with a little bit of tongue?"

Alan was quite surprised, but then he realized this didn't necessarily mean no fucking; it was just foreplay. Keeping to his usual "don't say anything stupid to ruin the mood" strategy, he said, "Uh, yeah."

She sat up on her heels in his bed and let him lick. She was impressed - he did it with gusto, and better than ever before. He lapped his tongue and probed her inner reaches with it. He now knew just how to work her clit, and he never stopped teasing her little nub.

After a couple of minutes where she just leaned back onto some throw pillows and let him do all the work, she said, "You're really getting good at that, do you know that? How did you get so good since we did it last?"

He paused for a short rest. "Thanks. I've been learning in school."

Suzanne laughed. "In school? They're doing practical sex ed now? And to think, I had to learn less useful stuff like reading and writing."

"That's not what I mean," he complained. "You know I'm getting help at school too, from my chart."

"Ah yes. The mysterious extra check every day. Your mother and I have speculated over what that meant many times during our morning exercises. So who has it been all this time? I hope you're not risking it with your sister there."

"No. You know me. I try to be at least somewhat prudent. I can't tell you who it is."

"Ooooh! Mystery! Hmm. Just how far have you gone with this Lady X figure? Has this teacher of yours taught you how to sixty nine?"

"We haven't done that yet, surprisingly enough. But how did you know she's my teacher?"

"Aha! A clue! I was using teacher in the sense of one who teaches, but I'm glad I did. Let's see... What teacher would you be doing it with? That's easy. Ms. Rhymer is one lucky broad."

"Hey! How did you know that?"

"Duh! Now you've completely given it away. You've only had a crush on her for two years now. And how many other female teachers do you have this semester, much less teachers up to your exacting standards of beauty? It's a no-brainer. It's a lucky thing you don't have more gorgeous female teachers, because knowing your way with women, we'd never get you home after school. But why are we sitting here talking when we can be doing more fun things?"

"Will you keep that a secret? She could really get in trouble with having an affair with a student."

"And I could really get in trouble with having an adulterous affair with the teenaged son of my best friend. Of course I'll keep it a secret. I won't even tell Susan if you don't want me to. Though of course she's bound to find out sooner or later. But out of curiosity, are you fucking Ms. Rhymer yet?"

"Not yet. Just like you and Susan, she'll let me go so far, but won't let me actually fuck. It's so frustrating!"

"Oh poor, poor boy," Suzanne said half-sarcastically. "You're just like so many teenagers with a large harem of women who spend too much time cocksucking and not enough time fucking. I think I saw a tragic TV movie on that very topic."

His penis pricked up at the mention of "large harem of women." He thought, Aha! Suzanne confirms it! I DO have a harem. I'll be that she doesn't see herself as one of my sex slaves, though. She puts herself in a special category.

But he tried to play it cool, and answered, "Very cute, but it is a real frustration. It's like you get so close but are still so far. It's like, you go with a woman to the beach and she lets you put it in her cunt, but then you have to take it back out again. And that's it. Three days later, still no nookie."

Suzanne laughed. "Who might you be talking about now?" knowing full well it was her.

"Umm, Suzanne, what's with all this talking and foreplay? I was kind of hoping that we could, you know..."

"Sweetie, are you suddenly afraid to use the word fuck? What's with your bashfulness?"

He blushed a little. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I get so confused. What's allowed? How aggressive can I be? Should I be more aggressive? I don't understand what women want. Lately, I'm trying to be more considerate, you know, like listening more, and pleasing others more."

"Sweetie, I really appreciate the effort, and the nice tongue work. But have some balls too! Don't be so accepting of the rules. Don't always wait for me to tell you what you can do. Try pushing your luck more often. When I came in this room, you should have been all over me, and make me have to fight you off, if I'm not ready to fuck."

She decided enough time had passed and either Susan would be at the door, or not. So she said, "Let's try this again. I'll pretend I'm coming in again, and you act more aggressively."

She walked to Alan's door, and put her ear to it. But she couldn't hear any breathing. She didn't know if that was because Susan (or Katherine) wasn't there, or if there was an eavesdropper who just hadn't gotten really aroused yet. So she said, "I'm going to open the door and come back in." She opened the door a crack, and heard the sound of high heels scurrying down the carpeted hallway. She caught a quick glimpse of Susan as she ducked into the bathroom across the hall.

Fuck, she whispered. Foiled again. Looks like I do have to behave, somewhat.

She hurried back to Alan's bed, knowing that she could talk out loud briefly before Susan returned to the door. "Sweetie, I'm afraid we have company. A certain big-titted mommy is listening in, that horny bit..., uh that horny big sneak. The fact is, I want to fuck you as bad as you want to fuck me, but we can't do it with her there."

Alan appeared devastated, and she was nearly as disappointed.

She further explained, quieter now, "I don't care too much any more if she finds out, but I don't want our first fuck to be interrupted by some angry scene. I just about stole your penis straight from her mouth, so she'd be particularly pissy, not to mention this whole psychiatrist thing. I want it to be perfect. You are I are going to go to a private place and do it right, where we can scream to our hearts' content. So no more mention of any of this, okay?"

"Okay," he answered, and only halfheartedly tried to keep his voice down. He thought to himself, I'm too fucking understanding sometimes. I should just say, "No, it's not okay," and fuck her like a raging beast. I'm just too fucking agreeable and polite. If I'm really a harem master, I need to take charge, and even take charge of Suzanne. I love her, but I'd love her even more if she eagerly obeyed my every whim, instead of always scheming. Wouldn't it be great if we fucked like rabbits with Mom pounding on the door, trying in vain to get us to stop? Dang. I just can't stand to see my mom get upset.

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne pondered the situation. Okay, so we can't fuck. However, what if he fucks me up the ass? If I can get him into it, that'll be another thing to give me an edge over everyone else, because of my superior experience and natural skill. I can out-fuck anyone, in any position. And with Susan listening, it'll help drive her further down the slippery slope. I like it!

As she renewed the conversation, there was a twinkle in her eye. "Listen, Sweetie, we can still respect your mother's boundaries AND fuck. We can use the other hole."

Alan looked at her dumbly. "A blowjob? An aggressive mouth fuck?"

"No, silly. Not that hole. Has anyone taught you about anal sex yet?"

"Anal sex? No, that's one thing I don't want to learn. That's so gross and so gay. It's just for gay guys."

"No it isn't. Hell, even my husband fucked me in the ass on occasion, back when we were actually in love and had sex more than once a decade. Just think of it as a hole. It's just like a pussy, but even better in a way because it's tighter."

"I don't know. It's too weird. The idea grosses me out."

"Alan, I'm disappointed in you. I expect you to be more open about people with other orientations. Okay, look. It's one thing not to want to be fucked in the ass. That's okay. I wouldn't ask you or want you to do that. But fucking a woman in the ass is totally different. A WOMAN, remember. Not to mention, you have your finger up women's asses often enough lately. Just close your eyes and imagine you're fucking my cunt, doggy style. The holes are practically right next to each other, anyway. It's almost the same. And it feels good! Both for me and for you."

He still complained, "Why can't I just fuck your pussy then? That would feel even better."

Suzanne leaned into his ear and whispered, "Let's not talk about intercourse. Your mother might have been temporarily frightened off, but she's probably back to your door by now." Then she said, much louder, "You're such a kidder. Of course we can't do that. You'll just have to content yourself with fucking my ass. I want to be your first assfuck." Her voice dropped down. "Katherine was your first fuck and first kiss, Akami was your first titfuck, and Glory was your first carpet munching." Speaking in a loud voice again, she continued, "I want to be your first something. You may find you like it even more than fucking a pussy. Some guys do."

"Yeah, those are fuckin' gay guys."

"Alan! Stop being so homophobic. Haven't you noticed I'm a woman, and I'm asking you to fuck me up the ass? Should I go ask one of your friends, like Peter or Sean, if you're not willing? I'm sure they'd be more than happy to help me out."

After Suzanne sat on all fours on his bed, and thrust her ass up high to tempt him. She wiggled it seductively and said, "Come and get it." But he was more interested in her drooling and gaping pussy than what seemed to be the impossibly small, puckered hole just above it.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it a try. Peter or Sean? Talk about an empty threat. And I'm sorry about the comments, but remember I'm still a teenager. A couple of years ago I said 'that's so gay' or 'that's so lame' about every third sentence. I'm suddenly being treated like an adult at home, but my voice still cracks sometimes. This is all too strange."

"Your voice hasn't cracked in weeks, Sweetie. All this sexual activity seems to have set off chemical reactions turning you more into a real man every day. Your voice is actually noticeably deeper than it was last month, and I'm not just saying that. You're a real man now, and a real man like you isn't afraid of anal sex." She cleverly implied that he wasn't really a man unless he did this - she'd found this technique was almost always successful with any male.

He paused and thought some more. "I'll try it out. ... But if I don't like it, then that's it, okay?"

"Sure," she said, her ass wagging seductively in his direction. "But I guarantee you'll like it."

At first, he was still reluctant, and toyed with Suzanne's lovely body. She applied Vaseline to his penis and her hole, then she sat up on all fours on his bed. He knelt behind her and drew his penis in between her legs. He joked, "These two holes look so similar. I can't tell which is which. Maybe I'll just stick this thing here in this hole." He began to gently poke his penis around the entrance to her pussy.

"Don't you dare!" Suzanne cried as she pulled her hips away from him, even though she desperately wanted to thrust her hips in the opposite direction and impale herself on his shaft. She couldn't forget the thought of Susan closely listening. "Come on! Don't betray my trust or I'm gonna tell on you," she teased him back. "I'm going to say that you've been a very, very bad boy. Good fucker, but bad boy."

He positioned the penis over the other hole. "Okay, here goes..." He tried to slowly put the head in, but it just wouldn't fit. "It's not working," he finally said.

"Just be more forceful," Suzanne told him. "Stick in it with all your might and don't worry how I feel. Just do it." So he did. Slowly but surely it slid in. Alan felt his penis was being squeezed like a vise, and he wasn't sure what to think about it. But really it was only the head of his penis that went in, and he was afraid to hurt her if he went any further.

"That's all I can do, it's just too small."

"Let me be the judge of that. I've had dildos go in there bigger than you."

"But I just can't do it. I don't want to see you hurt."

Suzanne thought to herself, That's just like Alan. He needs to put aside his nice guy personality when he's in the bedroom. "Okay, fine. Let me take over. Spread my ass cheeks with both of your hands and just keep pressing down. I'll guide it in."

Alan did as he was told. As she wriggled her hips, she used her sphincter muscles to draw his penis in ever so slowly, relaxing and clenching. Alan complained, "Why are we doing this? I don't want to even think about what else you do with this hole."

"Hey, you've been putting your finger in it enough lately. In fact, your index finger has had an up close tour of all the best female assholes in town. Like this is soooo different. Just be patient. It's getting there." The head had passed through now, and several inches slid in easily until the penis thickened towards the base. "Wider!" she commanded. "Open my cheeks up wider! We're almost there!"

Alan finally started to feel good as his penis went in all the way. He couldn't believe how tightly the walls of flesh gripped him, nor how strange it felt to be so deep into this private hole. The warmth he felt envelop his engorged penis was warmer than any hand or mouth he'd yet known, and the squeeze was so tight that he could still barely comprehend how such a big object found its way into such a tiny hole.

Suzanne let out a big sigh of satisfaction. She hadn't realized how nervous and tensed up she was, and that was part of the problem. As she relaxed, it suddenly became easier for Alan's penis to move. He started to slide the penis in and out. His groin slowly, repeatedly pushed up against her ass as he continued to thrust into her tightness. As he began to set a steady pace, he too relaxed, and everything became easier and more exciting.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Suzanne cried as she shuddered under his weight and slow, powerful thrusts. "Move it just like that, Sweetie, just like that!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this after we could barely get it in!" The feelings were already intense, but then she started to rock back and forth and clenched her muscles, squeezing his penis tighter and driving him to further ecstasy.

Suzanne was so turned on by the sensations he gave her that her unfilled pussy throbbed and gushed juices as if it was the hole being pummeled. Her unhooded clit practically hummed with excitement. She thought, Sweetie is finally fucking me! This is a real fuck! In the ass, yes, but now I know how good he can truly be! Take me to the stars! Her whole body trembled with an all-encompassing orgasm, but he was just getting started.

"Oh yeah!" he shouted as he finally let go of the last of his qualms and totally immersed himself in the experience. Sweat started to roll down his forehead as he grunted and heaved his flesh into hers. He looked down to where they were joined and was amazed at how much it looked like they were fucking. From this angle, his eyes could barely tell the difference, and his penis was under the impression that he was fucking the tightest pussy on Earth. He yelled, "This is so great! It's just like fucking a really tight cunt. Shit! Why do I ever doubt your advice?"

"I often wonder that myself," she kidded as she bucked happily beneath him. "Haven't I told you I'm your guardian angel? Fuck me good! Fill my ass! Fill my ass!" Suddenly she remembered Susan just down the hallway and Katherine's room even closer, not to mention the odds of Susan being back at the door. She lowered her voice. "Like that, baby. My Sweetie. My baby. Mmm. Good!"

"It's not hurting you too much?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? God no! I haven't felt this good, this filled, in a long time! Fuck it! Fuck the hole! Keep on going!"

"Yee-haa!" Alan yelled. "I'm riding your ass! Your rocking ass. Just like a fucking bronco! It feels like I'm totally FUCKING YOU! YES! I'M FUCKING SUZANNE!"

"Don't get too excited, big boy. If someone wasn't listening yet, they might be attacking the door with an ax if you keep yelling that." Suzanne said this in gasps between clenched teeth. The two of them began to moan, and after a while, they had to stifle their shouts as they tried to keep the noise down.

Suzanne could sense Alan was near release. Again, in brief gasps, she prodded, "Fill it! Fill my ass! Uh! With your cum! Uh! Uh! Cum inside! Fill it up!"

"I'm shooting! I'm going to shoot inside you!" Alan cried far too loudly. His hips rocked solidly against her ass cheeks as his dick practically flew into her stretched hole, the same hole that he originally took minutes to put into for the first time. Their bodies slapped and slammed into each other so loudly that Alan wondered if Susan could hear those sounds through the door.

The previously composed Suzanne couldn't help herself any longer and shouted, "FUCK ME! ALAN! FUCK! FUCK ME NOW! UGH! AH AH AH, FUUUUUCCCCK!"

Suddenly his cum burst out of him and far into her butt and both their bodies shook and trembled in mutual orgasm. Alan felt he was filling her ass to the brim and instinctively pulled out before it overflowed. He held his penis only an inch or two from her anus and more ropes continued to flood out of him as they hit her with force and rolled down her ass crack. Two more thick ropes of cum even managed to land squarely on her pussy and her clit, which caused her to shudder even more forcefully from the unexpected contact. When all the cum had been expelled from his body, he boldly rubbed the tip of his penis into her pussy lips. He rubbed the crown of his cum-drenched penis through the folds of her pussy, and smeared his cum all over her clit. She hummed in a way that told him he was doing the right thing. He stopped when the rubbing of the clit caused her to go off again, causing her to collapse further into the bed.

Drained of energy, he sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork with a mix of reverence and amazement. Look at Aunt Suzy. She looks like a gooey, juicy mess. I made her that way. Normally she's so proud and regal; even noble. Untouchable with perfect beauty. But that's just a front. This is how she's meant to be: slithering and squishing around in my life-giving cum as it oozes out of her holes. Wow.

Suzanne seemed similarly impressed. Once she'd recovered a bit she said in a still breathless voice, "Now, don't you think that was more fun that getting yet another blowjob from your mother by the front door?"

"Oh man." Alan panted. He continued to admire the sight of her cum-splattered ass. "Next time I doubt you, just say, 'remember the ass,' and I won't doubt again. Phew." He grew more aware of his surroundings, after having his entire universe reduced to just the sensations of his penis and her ass. "Thank God for the sturdy walls of this old house. What was that you cried out so loud? 'Fuck me now!' Good thing nobody heard that!"

"Believe you me, I'll be yelling that a lot more in the future." She sat up and spoke into his ear in a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't be so sure no one heard it. Not only is Susan almost certainly listening, but I'll bet even money that Katherine is next to her. After that scream of yours, they must be crumpled on the floor with their fingers buried as deep as they can go." Suzanne chuckled, pleased as punch that she was on the inside and the other two were on the outside, listening or not.

"Glory, I mean Ms. Rhymer, is a good teacher. One thing she taught me is that practice makes perfect."

"Oh goody. I'm glad I'm getting a good bang for my tax dollar's buck, so to speak," Suzanne joked. "And who says our public education system is going to pot?"

He chuckled. But was also puzzled. "Aunt Suzy, was that really pleasurable for you? I mean, your hole is so small back there. It's got to hurt some. And I thought I heard women don't have pleasure receptors in there. "

She sat back on all fours and thrust her ass nearly into his face so he could get a really good look at her anus. He stared in wonder at her sphincter which was still widely stretched with a penis-sized hole. He realized that he'd be able to see deep inside if the lighting was right. She grunted, "Yes, it hurts some, but I love it. Believe you me, I feel a ton of pleasure. As you know, I'm very highly sexed and I love many things. I haven't done that in a while. Just wait until I get back in the swing and milk your penis with my muscles back there. I'm a great milker. A little bit of hurting can be good. Like sexy spanking."

Suzanne saw an opportunity to keep this as an activity just between him and her. She dropped her voice a bit so Susan wouldn't hear. "But be careful. You can really hurt a woman if you don't do it right. So don't try it with just some woman who hasn't done it before. Furthermore, many, probably most, women aren't into it. Just like with blowjobs, some women foolishly don't discover the pleasures. So you should probably just do it with me for now."

"What about with Susan?" He didn't keep his voice down. With Suzanne and Susan's bodies so similar in shape and design, he could easily imagine that fucking his mother up the ass would feel just as good. He was eager to try it out, if Susan would welcome it.

Suzanne was torn. On one hand she wanted to drive Susan into further debauchery, but on the other hand she liked the idea of keeping this activity exclusive to improve her own position. The latter urge won out. She whispered, "I don't know. She's going through a lot with this psychiatrist request and everything, so you should probably keep it cool for the time being. It take a lot of preparation and even training before a woman is ready to enjoy this pleasure. Let me lead her along and work on literally opening up her butt. Aunt Suzy will handle it. Ditto with Katherine."

"Dang. You're right." Foiled in that direction, his thoughts drifted to Heather. For some reason, of all the sex partners he had, he found the idea of butt-fucking Heather the most tempting. He disturbingly realized that he'd enjoy doing it much more if she didn't like it. Shit. I'm turning into an evil anal rapist or something. Why am I so aroused by the idea of putting Heather in her place by fucking her up the ass? I have to get these feelings under control and be nice. Nice Alan. Old Alan.

Suzanne not only interrupted his thoughts, but directly contradicted them. "Sweetie, I think this goes to show that you need to be more aggressive. You were bitching, 'Why are you making me do this? This is so gay. Nah nah nah nah nah.' That's a big turn off. Remember what I said: surrender fully to the moment. Like I was saying earlier, you need to grab me and throw me onto the bed, and then completely ravish me. Take me like you own me!"

As soon as those last words left her mouth, Suzanne regretted them. She even put her hand over her mouth as if to belatedly trap them. "Take me like you own me." Just what the heck is that? I'm starting to sound like Katherine here. I'M the one in control, not Alan. But if only he'd toss me around, gently but firmly. Especially firmly. Grab me by the arms and squeeze so tight that it hurts as he slams his cock into me and kisses me like he owns my mouth. ... Damn! There I go again with this owning thing! That's wrong.

Alan looked down forlornly. "I'm sorry, Suzanne. I feel like Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde. Sometimes I get quite aggressive, but sometimes I'm timid. Right now I'm tired, it's been such a long day; that makes me less aggressive."

"That's okay. You can make it up to me with your second orgasm. What shall we do with ourselves? Shall we practice pussy licking? Or would you prefer some more assfucking? My ass has opened up a bit, so you can really slam into me now. It's just like fucking."

"I don't know, Suzanne. Like I said, I'm really tired and the anal sex made me even more tired. It's like playing a sport. I feel like I just played a set of tennis."

She crawled all over him. "Practice makes perfect."

CHAPTER 8

Just then, there was a loud pounding on the door. "Alan? Tiger? It's your mother!" Her voice was lilting and friendly, not accusing, but there was a detectable desperate edge.

"What is it?"

"Can you open up?"

Alan looked at Suzanne, who looked back at him with a hint of surprise. Neither knew what Susan wanted. Alan got up to find out.

He opened the door and she burst into the room. She spun around and her eyes settled on him. She smiled widely, then glanced at Suzanne and briefly frowned. "Ah. Good," was all she said, as she looked back at Alan expectantly.

"What is it, Mom?"

"Well, uh, I was just passing by your door..." That was a bad lie, and everyone knew it. She shyly put her hands behind her back (which caused her tits to thrust forward), looked down to avoid eye contact, and continued, "I happened to hear something about Suzanne helping you with another orgasm. I think we're all in agreement that you need another climax to reach eight, with your scouting trip and all, but, Suzanne, I hate to say this, but shouldn't it be my turn?"

Suzanne chuckled. Susan had at first sounded authoritative, but with that last sentence, her voice practically begged. Suzanne looked at Susan and saw how her chest heaved and juice dripped down her thigh. Clearly Susan had gotten quite excited listening to the anal sex.

Suzanne was surprised to see that Susan wore a T-shirt which had a hole cut out to expose her boobs. She didn't realize that Susan knew this was Alan's favorite shirt, so this was Susan's way of "bringing out the big guns" to get Alan's attention, in more ways than one. With her hands still behind her back, Susan's chest looked even bigger than Suzanne's. Suzanne didn't like that, so she also put her hands behind her back and thrust her chest out, to even things up. What she didn't realize was how much this made her and Susan look like Alan's sex toys. With both of them in the same sexy and subservient position, even though they were on different sides of him, Alan's thoughts naturally returned to Suzanne's "large harem of women" comment.

Suzanne pointed out, "Now, Susan, you said I could look after his penis this evening. Remember your concerns and wanting to take it easy until you can see the psychiatrist?"

"Screw concerns!" Susan nearly shouted. "I'm so horny. It's been torture out there! Torture! Listening to you two go at it... Ever since you took his penis away earlier this evening, I've been dying!"

She grabbed Alan by the shoulders. "Please! Let me give you a special goodnight kiss." She blushed and closed her eyes. Then she whispered to him, "It's pulsing."

"Hunh?"

She nodded with her head for him to look down and he looked at her pussy exposed below her T-shirt. Sure enough, her pussy bucked and throbbed as if it had a life of its own.

Alan turned a bit and looked over at Suzanne. He noticed that her chest was thrust out even more than it as a minute ago, as was Susan's. It seemed that there was a thrusting war going on, as the two of them vied for his attention. "I'm sorry, but I really should help my mom out here. You don't mind?"

Suzanne was chagrined, but understood. She'd felt uncontrollably horny too, recently, and could very much relate to Susan's current condition. "I'm going. It's your job to keep us all well fucked, so give Susan your attentions. But next time, I expect to be probed, licked, groped, fondled, kissed, fucked, and generally all around pleasured in a most thorough manner. Is that clear?" She had the manner of a stern mother ordering him to clean his room.

"Yes, Aunt Suzy." He answered in a voice pretending to be a reluctant and annoyed teenager. Then he smiled a weary smile.

"Good. Now I think I need to start a little goodnight kiss tradition of my own." They necked for a minute or two while Susan looked on with the urgency of someone afraid of peeing in a public place. Even though Suzanne was naked, his hands were too tired to wander extensively.

When it was done, he said half-seriously, "I think you're draining the life force out of me, Suzanne. One orgasm at a time. I'm going to look forty by the time I'm twenty." He looked at Susan. "And between the two of you, I'm going to turn into a wraith within a week."

Suzanne was going to talk some more, but when she saw Susan bounce from foot to foot with an endearing urgency, she decided to cut things short. She whispered directly in his ear, "Now, Sweetie, remember what I was saying earlier about how Susan and I are going to hand you off to each other all day long? Look. I'm generous and not at all jealous. See how I'm handing you off again. So don't worry. Just leave everything to your Aunt Suzy. She's going to help you fuck every beautiful woman you want. She's your guardian angel, and she'll make sure that every day of your life is like heaven on Earth."

Suzanne hoped that little speech would help cause Alan to rely on her instead of trying to direct events himself. Then she waved a friendly wave at the others and walked out.

Susan immediately launched herself at Alan and smothered him with kisses. When her initial assault slowed down, she threw her head back, and yelped, "Yes!" Then, in a begging tone, she said, "Tiger, please. Touch it!"

There was no doubt about what she meant. Alan placed his hand on her unhooded clit and pulled at it. He was going to stick a finger in her pussy, but that wasn't even necessary.

"OH!" she cried as she fell to the floor in an overwhelming orgasm. Alan looked down at her with amusement. He thought, She is so horny. It's amazing. Suzanne seems to be getting more and more insistently horny herself, but she still doesn't hold a candle to my mom's urges. It's like my mom is in danger of dying of horniness before she gets to see the psychiatrist.

Alan helped Susan to the edge of his bed. The two sat there together while Susan recaptured her breath and lovingly held hands with her son. Finally, she said, "That was so good. Thanks so much."

"I hardly did anything," Alan pointed out. "You've gotten yourself all excited."

"I know. You don't know how frustrating it is to hear Suzanne yell 'Fuck me!' at the top of her lungs. It was all I could do not to bust down the door, drag her out off the bed, and throw myself at you and underneath you. I'm trying to be good, trying to restrain myself, but it's so hard."

She gazed off into space, contemplating. She mostly thought about the fact that Alan had just fucked Suzanne up the butt. Her mind was a jumble of emotions, from excited anticipation that she would be next, to fear of how painful it could feel, to jealousy that she wasn't his first up that hole. Out of the din of competing feelings, an assurance welled within her. Alan is going to fuck me up the butt. Sooner or later. Clearly he enjoyed it. I'm going to be Tiger's little buttfuck slave, whether I like it or not. That's how he's going to greet me now. He'll drop his backpack as he comes home from school and yell, "Mommy, I'm home! Are you ready to bend over and take it?" Of course I'll already be bent over and lubed up, because that's what good mommies do. Good mommies get FUCKED up the ASS every day! I'll be bent over the kitchen counter and answer, "Yes, dear. Of course Mommy has her ass cheeks spread wide for you. How was your day?" Or maybe I'll be bent over the couch in the living room. Or maybe by the front door. I don't think I could wait all the way until he got into the kitchen. Or the front lawn! Imagine him fucking me in the ass on the front lawn! As the postman walks by, I'd say while Alan's plowing into me and shoving my face deeper into the fresh green grass, "Good afternoon, Mr. Henderson. Did you know my son owns my ASS?"

Susan's breathing grew ragged as she sunk deeper into her anal sex fantasy. But then it occurred to her that she had Alan right in front of her to do anything with. She looked back into his eyes, reconnected to the conversation, and said, "I try not to be jealous." Pausing again, she finally added, "I like it when you're spreading your potent seed all over the high school; it shows me what a real man you are. But with Suzanne it feels a bit different. More like... competition."

Then, before he could respond, and with a smile and more energy, she looked down at the white T-shirt leaving her chest exposed and said, "Look. I wore your favorite shirt." Of course Alan had already noted that very well. But she hadn't worn it in a few days and Alan felt like he was discovering it all over again.

He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thanks, Mom. You're so nice to me."

She continued, "I have to confess, I was listening to you and Suzanne in here the whole time." That was no surprise to Alan, but he was touched by her honesty. "The only exception was when Suzanne opened the door and almost caught me. Since I was interrupted I ran back to my room and changed into this. I want you so much to love me." As she said this, she again arched her back and stuck her ample chest out at him, as if begging for his attention and as if his love for her directly depended on her tit size.

Alan caressed her hand with his like a suave charmer. "Mom, what are you talking about? Why would you even think for a second that I don't love you as much as humanly possible?"

"Well, I know you love me as a mother, but I want you to love me in a very unmotherly way too."

Alan's already erect penis twitched in excitement at that prospect. He asked himself, Is this headed where I THINK it's headed?

She continued, "I know you already do, but I want you to desire me even more. Son, I'm sorry, but I was having the most naughty thoughts while waiting out there for my goodnight kiss." She dropped her hand into his lap and started to rub his penis. "I don't know what came over me, but you know how you and Katherine like to give each other all kinds of sexy 'Big Brother' and 'Little Sister' names?"

"Yeah?"

"I started thinking up some names of my own for Little Alan here." She brought a second hand around to his penis and increased the pace of her rubbing. "I came up with a few good ones, but then I came up with 'cattle prod.' And that just about did it for me. Tiger! Imagine! I'm your sex cow. And you have such a big, thick, lovely cattle prod." She stroked at his penis tenderly, like she would stroke the cheek of a baby.

Her breathing grew heavier. "I was thinking: you know how a cowboy delivers an electric cattle prod shock to a cow to keep it in line? You can do that to me! Take your penis and poke me with it! Show me who's boss! Tame your wild, sex-hungry mommy with your big cock! Your cattle prod!"

CHAPTER 9

She abruptly let go of his penis and stood up. "We forgot something. I fully intend to suck you off. But before I do that, you have to 'get my attention!' And you know how to do that!" She pulled her T-shirt over her head and then bent over to touch her toes. "Tiger! My ass! Please! Can you control it with your penis?" Still bent over, she hobbled forward until she got within a short distance of Alan's computer table. She reached forward and grabbed the table with her outstretched hands, keeping her butt at a ninety degree angle, pointed at Alan.

Alan walked over eagerly. He was going to ask, "What do you mean, 'control it,'" but then Suzanne's advice rung through his head. I shouldn't always be waiting for direction and for permission. I should just do what I want, and let the chips fall where they may.

So he put both of his hands on Susan's ass then he scooted forward until his penis touched her right butt cheek. Susan's whole body twitched in response, as if hit with an electric shock. Then he recalled that might be the response to an electric cattle prod. He poked her again, and again her whole body twitched. He realized that her response wasn't just an act - she was actually that excited.

Poking her again, he complained, "Hey, you lazy heifer, when I poke you on the right, what does that mean?" He was surprised to hear himself call her a cow, but it was too exciting not to. He decided this was no different than the other role plays he loved.

Susan got the message. She took a step to the left, while she dutifully kept her hands stretched forward and gripped the table. Alan took a step to the side so he'd be right behind her again, then poked her on the other ass cheek. This time she cried out in delight, then, shuddering, stepped to the right.

"There. You're getting the idea," he said encouragingly. He poked her again on the right, which caused her to step to the left. "Not bad for such an obviously mute cow," he added, hoping to inspire her to say something sexy.

"Oh, sorry," was all she said at first. Then she started to moo in a reasonably good imitation of a cow. The only problem was that she both giggled and panted at the same time.

He poked her a couple more times and contemplated sticking his penis between her thighs for at least a dry hump.

But then she spun around and sat down on the ground. Her boobs were now at about the same height as his penis. "That's great, Tiger, but since I'm a cow, the place you really have to pay attention to is my udders." She blushed, and corrected, "Um, I mean, my tits." She contemplated, and changed her mind. "Ah, what the hell. Why can't I call them my udders? Tiger, control your sex cow with your hot cattle prod! Slap it onto mommy's udders! Slap her milky jugs around with your hard fuck stick!"

Alan took her literally. He placed his penis to the right side of her tits and used a hand to help swing it into the tit, just like a baseball batter swinging at a ball. His penis was so small compared to her formidable tits that the swing didn't make that great of an impact, but it still caused a delightful reaction, like sharply setting down a bowl of Jell-O.

It also caused a very delightful vocal reaction from Susan, who shrieked much like Brenda had earlier in the evening. She cried out, "More! More! Tame Mommy's overly busty tits with your potent prod! Shock your naughty Mommy with your electric cum stick!"

Alan thwacked his penis against her tits from the right side, left side, top, and bottom. Sometimes he used his hands to guide it, and that gave the strokes more force.

She had a hand in her lap and masturbated wildly. She used the other hand to try and fend off his penis, but she always deliberately had her hand in the wrong place, and she screamed with delight each time his penis hit her.

Alan could have gone on like that for a long time, but he felt the cum welling up in his penis, and he paused before he lost a load too soon. Exhausted, he sat down onto the floor.

Susan continued to masturbate herself to another orgasm and then lay down. Eventually she said, "Shucks. Tiger needs a little rest, hunh? Well, that's okay. Let's not end this goodnight kiss too soon."

Alan laughed. "There hasn't been too much kissing in the kiss yet," he pointed out.

"Don't worry. There will be. You and I haven't been having proper goodnight kisses these past couple of days. That's one reason why you have to punish my tits and ass with your cattle prod, because I've failed to serve you. Though, you know what Angel was saying earlier, about how Amy and her tits are actually yours?"

"Yeah?"

"That obviously goes double for me. This morning I had so many problems running through my mind. But you know what happened? You touched my tits. That's when Mommy turns into a horny sex cow. Now you know why Mommy has to see a psychiatrist, because she gets far too easily aroused. I never knew pleasure until you fucked my tits this evening. I could almost imagine the pints of milk inside them sloshing around. I want you to fuck me right now. Fuck your Mommy's udders!"

Alan had the wind sucked out of him when he heard her say, "I want you to fuck me right now," though he was immediately disappointed by her clarification in the next sentence. He still hadn't paused very long for his penis to recover, but he was too turned on to wait any more.

He threw himself onto his mother. He pushed her down into his bed as he crawled up her until he straddled himself over her chest. With great vigor he shouted, "Mom, I'm going to fuck your chest like it's your cunt! How do you like that?"

She swooned with delight. "Oh Tiger! I love it! Fuck Mommy's tit-cunt!" She pressed her tits together to give him an even more cavernous tunnel to plow through.

Her tits were wet with sweat and his penis drooled with pre-cum, but he had to pause in his ardor to spit in her cleavage for more lubrication. Then, from the very first stroke, he slammed into her chest with brute force. He made long but quick strokes. She grasped her tits ever tighter, creating a tighter and tighter "pussy" for him.

"That's it! Fuck Mommy! Moo! Moo! Sex cow mommy! Milk me! Fuck my udders! Fuck me! FUCK YOUR MOMMY!"

Unfortunately the titfuck didn't last long, because hearing her cry "FUCK YOUR MOMMY!" so completely wantonly and desperately caused him to lose all control. He yelled, "I'm losing it!"

She immediately let go of her tits, grabbed his penis, and stuffed it in her mouth. His semen flew onto the back of her throat with great force and covered it thoroughly with a white coating. But to his surprise, she pulled him out half way through, and using a hand as a guide, directed his spray all over her face, as if a bucket of paint was being thrown at it.

They both fell back onto the ground again. Alan rolled off of her and lay next to her. He was so overwhelmed that he fell asleep instantly.

He woke up a few minutes later. Susan tried to get him from the floor to his bed without waking him, but she woke him up before she placed him down. She cast a loving, backward glance at him and when she saw that his eyes were open, dropped her tits down into his face. She playfully slapped him around in the face with her tits, but then pulled away. "I'm sorry, Son. I'm still randy. I could keep going for hours! But you must be dead tired. I'll leave you alone."

"Mom, you know I love it, but do you realize how exhausted I am? I mean, the whole Brenda thing, the assfuck with Suzanne, then my second titfuck with my favorite sex cow - and that's just the last couple of hours! What a day."

She lovingly swept his hair out of his face, then continued to gently stroke his hair. "I know. This is the problem. I could keep going and going. I swear. I could cum one hundred times a day, until my pussy was so sore that I couldn't walk. But the male has certain natural limits, and even you can't completely escape them. That's one reason I have to see the doctor, because I'm turning into a nymphomaniac and I have to at least tone my sex drive down to a level you can handle. It's just too much fun! I'll never forget this night, the night you first took Mommy's tits and properly dominated them. Our first and second titfucks. Don't worry. This won't end with the psychiatrist visit. But I have to resolve some other issues. And not just with you." Her eyes unfocused and she gazed off, as she momentarily thought of her recent lesbian urges.

Then she snapped to, and smiled lovingly at him. "Son, you're the best, most loving son any mother ever had. Thanks for putting up with my sex cow fantasy. I know it's strange, but I just love it." She bent over and kissed him on the forehead, then the nose, then a prolonged kiss on the mouth.

As she pulled away, she giggled and said, "Oh yeah. That's the kiss part of our goodnight kiss."

"Mom, you're the one who's the best. I don't deserve you. There's no way I deserve any of this attention."

"Now, Tiger, let's not get all modest and shy again. I want the aggressive Alan who threw me to the floor and fucked my tits like the lord of this house that you naturally are. Don't say that respectful stuff. Don't even think it. My son deserves nothing less than the finest harem of big-titted nymphos Southern California can offer. I only hope that, as your mother, I'll always remain number one and that you'll give me at least one filling of cum every day."

She still bent over him like the prototypical mother tucking a child in, except for the fact that was she still naked, and had his cum caked all over her face. Her tits scraped against his chest as she bent over. She momentarily squished them around and moaned with delight.

He said, contemplatively, "We've sure come a long way since August, haven't we?"

She was silent, also contemplating, and finally answered, "We sure have." She rocked his face her chest for a while, thinking about the prudish woman she used to be. She thought about it like remembering a movie she once saw - that life seemed completely unreal now.

Then he asked, "Mom, if you like drinking my cum so much, why did you pull it from your mouth and aim a bunch of it at your face instead?"

The contemplation didn't slow her down one iota. She eagerly answered, "Because you have to brand me, Son. If you won't let me have a tattoo, you have to repeatedly brand me with your cum. Plus, I can savor it better that way. My midnight snack is already waiting on my face." She paused, and then like a little child impulsively asking a parent for a present, she nearly begged, "Can I at least have a temporary tattoo?"

"Mom, I said before, I don't want you to disfigure your perfect skin in any way. But if you did, what would it be?"

She heaved a fond sigh as she closed her eyes and fantasized. "I'm thinking a big 'A' right on my ass cheek. Just like a cow. 'A' for Alan, of course. I think I've told you that before, but that's not all. All the females in your herd would have big A's on their butts, showing everyone that they're your exclusive property. I have this vision of all your classmates hanging out at the local beach. The girls would all be wearing the skimpiest bikinis, showing off the fullness of their lovely asses. So the boys checking out the girls would see an 'A' on the butt cheeks of the dozen or two most gorgeous girls out of the thousands on the busy beach. 'Oh look,' the boys would say. 'That one is an Alan girl as well. Damn. That Plummer kid took all the best ones and didn't leave any for us.' Then Susan, Amy, Katherine, and I would go to the beach too, with you arm in arm between all of us. Everyone would gasp. The guys would all say, 'Look! He's even trained his mother and sister to be his sex pets.' But they'd accept that as the natural thing, since it's so obvious you're such a good son and richly deserve such love and pleasure.

"Then we'd sit down on the sand and everyone would stop and admire the beauty of Alan's closest, most favorite family cocksuckers. But no one would bother us, because they'd know from our brands that we belong to you. Some of your other Alan girls would come up though, and beg to suck your cock, or even beg to be fucked. Like that bitchy but quite stunning Heather girl. She'd want it real bad and throw her microscopic bikini off to tempt you. But you would say, 'Thanks, but no thanks. I have my mommy here with me today. There's nothing I'd rather do than have Mommy suck me off. She's the best cocksucker in town, and she's going to suck it right now.' Suzanne and the others would gasp with amazement at how many hours I could suck and titfuck your cock right there on the beach. The others, including the dozen or two Alan girls from your school, would gather all around and stare excitedly. Hands would fly into tiny bikinis and each girl would cream her juices all over the place, but that's all they could do. They would look on in jealousy, because you would only want to be with me. Even Suzanne could only bite her lip in frustration while you fuck my lactating tits, oozing with the fresh milk you'd lick straight off of my swollen nipples..."

Susan was so lost in her fantasy that she was hardly even aware Alan was there. While she gazed off into space, she had an arm under her boobs to clutch them together, and her other hand simulated his penis as it slid in and out of her cleavage and she reveled in the new feeling of Alan titfucking her. She returned to reality as she realized her fantasy was beginning to sound too possessive, and turned to Alan to check his reaction to that. She was surprised to see him laugh quietly.

Blushing now, she asked defensively, "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. I just find it amusing that that's YOUR fantasy and not mine. I could hardly come up with a better one for myself. Except all these dozens of women in the 'herd' is too much. I have no need for anyone else now. I keep turning down girls asking me out on dates. Another one just asked me yesterday, but I don't give that kind of thing any thought. I can't handle all the women I'm with as it is. Brenda has to be the last new one. I just can't take any more." He mused with amazement that just weeks ago he'd never kissed a girl and couldn't even get up the courage to ask a girl out.

"Okay, Tiger. That's fine for now, even though you deserve more. But can you see why I need help? My mind is so messed up! All I can think about is cocksucking for you!" Then she added with a more somber voice, "For starters."

He leaned up and kissed her on the cheek. He pondered how her fantasy paradoxically involved both sharing him with dozens of others and also possessively keeping him all for her own. But he decided to think about that later. "Let's hope you're never totally cured of that cocksucking desire. Now I really need to get some sleep."

She cooed, "You know I'll never be 'cured.'" She kissed him back, picked up her T-shirt from the floor, and left the room.

After she left Alan moaned out loud, "Ugh. If there's a higher power, please give me more strength so I can fully enjoy these best days of my life." Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

Just as Alan and Suzanne had been spied on by Susan earlier, now Katherine spied on Alan and Susan. With the way Susan had yelled "FUCK YOUR MOMMY!" there was no way Katherine could have remained where she was, as those words carried into her room despite the very solid walls between them. As it was, she already had her ear up against his door long before then, pretty much ever since she noticed by peeking through her cracked open door that Susan had vacated the spot.

Katherine also wanted to start her own goodnight kiss tradition with Alan, but one thing after another had stopped her. This night she was foiled again. She didn't just want a goodnight peck on the cheek; she wanted a vigorous all over groping and necking, hopefully ending in a blowjob or more. But knowing everything Alan had been through, she took mercy on his weakened state and dejectedly returned to her room.

Suzanne thought that she was now back on top of things with Alan and back in control generally, partly thanks to her new, and at least temporarily exclusive, anal sex connection, and partly thanks to her new psychiatrist visit manipulation. But she was wrong. As much as Alan enjoyed the anal sex with Suzanne, he enjoyed the "goodnight kiss" afterwards with his mother more. Susan let herself go in these kinds of situations; she completely surrendered to lust and loved Alan with all her heart and soul. Suzanne, while having better sexual technique, still held back mentally; ironically, she wasn't following her advice to Alan, to surrender fully to the moment.

This restraint manifested itself in many ways. She always guarded her speech and actions to make sure they matched her dignity and pride. For instance, Suzanne might have told Alan a story similar to Susan's branding beach fantasy if it was in the context of a made up role play. But she would never have admitted to honestly having such thoughts. And more and more, she did have similar thoughts - while she didn't care about branding, per se, she had strange dreams and ideas that she couldn't comprehend. Things she wanted to do with Amy. Things she wanted Alan to do to her. Demeaning things she wanted to do to Brenda. Perhaps most disturbingly, she felt increasing resentment and jealousy toward Susan. She tried to bury these feelings, especially these negative emotions toward her best friend. Behind her mask, she wasn't fully alert to her feelings or the feelings of others.

CHAPTER 10 (Thursday, Nov. 14)

Susan was supposed to take it easy until the psychiatrist's appointment Friday afternoon. She had a mental and physical hangover from the strip poker game the night before and a new attack of guilt, thinking, I'm so hopeless! I don't know why Alan says I'm not a slut, because I have no self control whatsoever. I need to show him that I can be a responsible parent. As a result, she didn't wear anything especially revealing on Thursday morning. She successfully discouraged Katherine from doing so as well. But now even "normal" female clothes in the Plummer household would be far beyond the pale in any ordinary household.

When Alan came downstairs, she stopped him from "getting her attention" before he'd even gotten near her. She said, "Tiger, I've decided that once you touch me I go crazy, so it's better that you just don't touch me at all this morning. I have to keep myself in check until this psychiatrist appointment tomorrow. Then, mercifully, you have your Boy Scout trip for the weekend, so I'm hoping by the end of that I can get in a state of mind where I can control my urges a little better."

Alan wasn't so keen on having her control her urges, but he let her be. She still flashed him a copious amount of tit and ass all though breakfast, even if she kept her resolve not to allow touching.

He wore a dark blue robe to breakfast, since he knew that whatever his mother's mood, he was going to get pleasured before school by somebody, regardless. He thought it had gotten a bit silly just how often he had to take his shorts off in the course of a day and he had visions of relaxing in robes more often than not from now on. He fancied himself a new Hugh Hefner of sorts.

Katherine gave him a very long and passionate kiss once she came downstairs. She was all too eager to make up for the lack of kisses and touches Susan normally gave Alan each morning. But Susan did not let Katherine kiss her. Despite all the other kissing she'd done, apparently her boundaries as defined that morning considered that improper.

Alan felt cavalier. He thought, I'll take care of that reluctance soon enough.

As part of Susan's new "take it easy" policy, she said that Katherine should do all the morning pleasuring. She figured that, if nothing else, she had to make it up to Katherine for hogging Alan's dick so often lately. So Alan was pleasured with a nice long handjob while Susan cooked breakfast.

He enjoyed the stealth stroking during his meal, but he didn't want it to end in just another handjob. Even after twenty minutes of steady stroking, when he finished eating he felt he wasn't even near an orgasm. He thought how best to exploit the situation. Since his mother said she didn't want to touch him, he didn't want to trick her into violating that - that wasn't his way, to directly subvert her wishes. However, he thought it would be nice if Susan and Katherine could physically bond some more.

Recalling their previous morning kiss to help him, he pretended that he was having trouble keeping erect. He thought of disgusting things to force himself to lose the erection. He winked at Katherine and motioned at Susan, and his sister got wise to his game. She pretended to stroke his dick even more vigorously, but in fact it only looked that way from where Susan was - her hand just slid over open air around it. Katherine and Alan had the same goal in mind: a repetition of the kiss between Katherine and Susan.

"Oh dear," said Susan when she noted his predicament as she walked back over from the kitchen. "You've finished eating and you're losing it. You're not your usual erect self. Angel, dear, can't you try any harder?"

Katherine falsely complained. "I've been trying everything." Then she eagerly asked, "Big Thermos Bottle Brother, would it help if Mom and I kissed again, like we did the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah, that would be a big help, Sticky Little Sister," Alan said, but even the idea of the kiss made it hard for him to keep up his flaccid pretense. Luckily Susan and Katherine already looked at each other hungrily.

There were a lot of things Susan could have suggested to do first. For instance, she could have asked Katherine to swallow Alan's penis and see if a blowjob would be more effective. Or she could have tried a handjob or blowjob herself. But she didn't make these suggestions because she was very keen on being "forced" to do the kiss, even though she tried to maintain the facade to herself that she wasn't.

She said in a reluctant voice, "I suppose we'll have to do that then, but Angel, this is for Tiger's special problem this morning, so let's not make this a regular habit, okay?" To herself she thought, Here I go again! I was just saying to myself how I have no self-control, and now look at me. Why do I have the feeling we're going to be doing this every morning before long? This is why I need to see the psychiatrist, to get some self-control. I'm completely nonfunctional except as a cocksucker and sex object. How will I survive in society without my husband's money, if I keep going like this?

"Okay," replied Katherine, also knowing full well that when Susan said something like that it invariably meant a further slide down the slippery slope. But it was good to stay mum about such things.

But to her surprise, Susan then asked Alan, "Do you think that will be enough? Would it help more if we both took some clothes off first?"

Alan agreed, as he managed to keep a straight face, "That would be better, just to be on the safe side. Probably best if you both get completely naked." Inwardly he was bursting with glee. He marveled how his mother was always full of surprises.

Susan said, "Well, if you insist." She thought to herself, I'm so hot thinking about kissing Katherine again, I just have to get naked! Maybe if I get naked and give Katherine a really intense kiss, Alan will see what a slut I am. It's important that I disabuse him of his illusions about me. Then he'll know why I have to get help for my uncontrollable, sinful cravings. We have to get over his aversion to the word "slut," because we're all his happy sluts! First, I'll give him a slutty strip tease performance. He seemed to really enjoy that the other night, so I should do more of those.

The two of them ostentatiously took their clothes off item by item and blatantly competing for his attention. Not that there were very many items in the first place. Alan kept his hands over his penis in the probably unnecessary precaution of preventing his mother from seeing that his penis was already hard, and thus calling off the kiss.

He thought to himself as he surreptitiously rubbed the penis in his hands, I've probably seen more tits and ass in the last couple of weeks alone than most men see in their entire lifetimes. I wonder how many other kids in my class this morning are getting blown and stroked all through breakfast and then get to see their sister and mother do a striptease and passionate mouth-to-mouth kiss? Ha! Nobody! And nobody has a sister and mother who look half as hot as mine do either. ... Well, now that I think about it, I guess Brad does. But I've stolen Amy and Suzanne from that family completely. I'd like to know Brad better so I could find out why he's such a fucking idiot not to bang them. But dang, look at this!

Alan was distracted by the way that both Katherine and Susan leaned forward and let their tits drop down. Looking at each other, as if reading minds, they smiled and then simultaneously moved their shoulders so their boobs started to swirl around in circles. With their eyes still seductively locked on one another, they managed to keep their boobs swinging in perfect time. Then they looked at him and smiled giant shit-eating grins.

They must have known that if that didn't make Alan hard than nothing on Earth could, but they still maintained the pretense of kissing to help him. They wordlessly leaned into each other and held on in a tight embrace. They exchanged deep, loving looks and for the moment Alan was forgotten.

Then the two women went at it and engaged in a thorough lip lock. Their hands roamed everywhere, much more than their last kiss on Alan's behalf, which was saying something. Katherine stuck her leg between Susan's, and used her thigh to rub against her mother's hairy puss. Then Susan did the same to her daughter. Katherine mostly kept her hands on Susan's ass, slowly working her way into the ass crack and then down until she could touch her pussy. By the end of the kiss, she had found her mother's clit and rubbed it vigorously.

Many minutes later, Susan suddenly became aware of the time and the need for her children to get to school. She finally disentangled her body from her daughter and then, panting, belatedly remembered Alan's penis. She took a look over and saw to her dismay that he now openly masturbated himself to the sight of the kiss.

As she pointed her finger accusingly, she said, "Tiger, don't ever let me catch you masturbating yourself, not when your sister or your mommy can help you out instead! That's an order! We live to guzzle your thick cum juice, and it just breaks my heart to see it wasted. Don't even think about touching yourself anymore. Is that clear?"

"Okay, Mom," Alan said with a roll of his eyes, as if she had criticized him for not taking out the trash. While he still looked away, he felt a warm sensation around his shaft and realized it was Susan's quick acting mouth.

Katherine butted in. "Um, Mom, you said I could do it all by myself this morning, remember?"

Susan's mouth was occupied, but she managed to say, "Yeah but... <slurp, slurp> don't you have to ... <slurp, slurp>  get ready ... <slurp, slurp>  for school now?" <slurp, slurp, slurp>

"I only have to dress and get my book bag."

Susan stopped sucking. "Dammit. All right. This exact damn thing happened to me last night with Suzanne. Why is everyone conspiring to deny me cock? I know I said I shouldn't touch, but how can I keep away and let Alan abuse himself like that?" She reluctantly stood up. She still kept one hand on Alan's penis, as if she was permanently tethered to it. "You see? I'm in control. I know how to share." Her hand began to jack her son off even as she said this.

Katherine maneuvered her way in between Alan's legs and said, "Okay, Mom, thank you very much, I'll take over now."

"All right." But Susan still didn't let go.

"Mom, you have to actually take your hand off of Big Redwood Tree Brother's thick tree trunk." Katherine rather forcibly took Susan's hands away and replaced them with her mouth. For a few brief moments both of them had their hands on his penis at once. Alan was so delighted that he almost barked for them to keep it that way, but his polite nature prevented him from doing so.

Susan sighed heavily as she watched her daughter take full control. She said, "Okay. Then you two obviously don't need me." She let out another big sigh. Katherine mostly blocked her vision of Alan, so she stared at Katherine. She was very tempted to roam her hands over Katherine's butt, especially as her daughter's pussy was easily visible as the butt wiggled high in the air.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alan. "Sis, that's great, but remember that I have to go to school early today. So I'm not going to hold out long." He wanted to get to school early so he could talk to Glory right away.

Susan watched. Frustrated at being only a spectator, she made to leave the room, but was annoyed that no one paid her the slightest attention to her, as they were far too involved with the blowjob. She said, "Have a good day at school."

Alan replied, "Thanks, Mom."

Katherine also said, "Thanks, Mom," but her words were muffled by the penis in her mouth.

In a further attempt to get some attention, Susan said, "Angel, I really should punish you for touching me in such naughty ways during our kiss." But that didn't get any response at all. Katherine seemed completely consumed with her oral task. Alan had dropped from his chair and sat on his knees now, so his sister could finger fuck his ass as she fondled his balls and sucked his rod with every trick she knew. She knew he was in a rush so she tried to make sure he could get off sooner rather than later. She moaned and slurped so loudly that Susan wasn't sure if her daughter even heard her.

Susan continued to stand and stare. She found that she was unable to leave the room, even though she wanted to. It was all she could do not to masturbate herself to the sight of her own daughter sucking off her son. She waited until Alan came and watched with burning envy as she saw Katherine's cheeks shake about and responded to the explosion of cum in her mouth.

Katherine's eyes rolled up in her head as she had an orgasmic experience of her own at the same time Alan did. The horny sister found it easier to climax with each passing day. She'd learned that all she had to do was touch her clit at the height of a blowjob and she could always get off in time with her brother.

Susan's hands fidgeted in frustration as Katherine ostentatiously gargled with Alan's cum and made purring sounds. With her mouth still full of her brother's cum, she managed to say, "Mom, I was listening to you. You mentioned something about punishments. That reminds me. You were supposed to get a spanking yesterday, but it didn't happen because Suzanne was gone all day. But we're not going to forget today. So look forward to that."

Susan gasped and meekly nodded. It was increasingly questionable just who was in charge of the family now - Susan or her children. She was beyond horny and didn't care. She couldn't even wait to see her children out the door as she always did, not even to get her good-bye kisses. She immediately hurried off to her room and masturbated herself into a frenzy.

For once, Katherine was very happy. Alan gave her the loving attention that he had showered on Suzanne and Susan lately. Her only disappointment was that he'd woken a bit late and left for school early, so he'd only given up one morning load, instead of the usual two.

CHAPTER 11

Lately Alan had gotten good at arriving at school as late as possible to maximize the fun time at home. But he arrived fifteen minutes early because he had some burning questions for Glory. He rushed to her classroom and was glad to see than no other students had arrived yet.

Glory was grading papers behind her desk. She looked up in pleasant surprise to see him.

However, he was rather more muted in his affections. He gave her a perfunctory smile, but otherwise tried not to show that he was upset. He said, "Morning, Glory. I gotta be quick before the other students come in. But I just had to ask you: was there really a Michelle in the closet yesterday? I still can't figure that out."

"No. There wasn't. I told you that already."

"You told me lots of things yesterday, and most of them were tricks and lies. How do I know you're being honest about this?"

She looked up at Alan with concern. "Young man, just what is up with you today? Are you still upset with the spanking?"

"Yes. It was very upsetting. You must have gotten a sense when I spanked you at the end when you had the blindfold on. That blindfold is the killer."

"I have some sense now, yes. But maybe it wasn't the same, because you didn't know what was real, and I did. I'll say it again. I'm really sorry. And I swear on my grandfather's grave that there was no Michelle. Pretending and tricking during a role play is one thing, but I wouldn't lie to you now."

"If there was no Michelle, then whose voice was that, on the tape recording? There's no way that was your voice."

"Sorry, that's a secret. I'm sworn not to tell."

"Glory! Argh! That's frustrating."

"I'm sorry about that too. It's nothing to worry about. Trust me on that. By the way, check this out." She walked to the closet in the corner of the room where Alan thought Michelle had been hidden. She opened the door, reached deep into a pile of junk, and pulled out some clothes. She held them up briefly and revealed them to be nun and priest outfits. She grinned an infectious grin. "For lunch. Start your role play fantasizing." She closed the closet and returned to her desk.

"I don't think we should meet for lunch," he said rather petulantly.

"Oh, come on. Don't hold a grudge. How much more sorry can I be? Remember that I would do anything to make it up for you? Let me start today. Also, I only have a one day rental on these things, so this is your one chance to act out your nun fantasies."

Alan wavered and finally gave in. "Okay. You got me with the nun thing. But I can only be there twenty minutes at most. I'll see you later." He left her classroom right as her first students entered the door.

Alan now had three places he needed to be for lunch. He'd promised to finish off Janice's paint job and he also wanted to share lunch with his friends for a rare change. Because of this new commitment with Glory, he went and found Janice and Heather before school started and rescheduled their plans for after school.

At lunch, his friends Sean and Peter were so surprised to see him sit down with them at their cafeteria table that they made all kinds of jokes about his appearance. "He eats, Sean," Peter kidded. "Looks like he eats food to live, just like the rest of us."

In fact, Alan didn't eat much lunch any more. Between his time with the cheerleaders and Glory, on most days Alan was lucky if he could snarf down a fruit and a granola bar. He usually had a big snack made by his mom when he got home to make up for it.

"So to what do we owe this great honor?" Sean asked Alan sarcastically, even as he was pleasantly surprised by Alan's appearance. They all got out their lunches and began to eat.

"Well, you know I've got this job as a teacher's aide to Ms. Rhymer. She's giving me a bit of a break today."

"That's what you keep saying," Peter answered suspiciously, "but I saw you rushing over to Building One a couple of times." That was the building where the theater room the cheerleaders used was.

"Yeah, that's true." He had a prepared cover story for that, too. "Truth be told, I've been hanging out with the cheerleaders over there. That's where they're eating lately. Obviously being with my sister, but mostly so I can hang with Amy."

"Oh man! You're eating lunch with Heather?" Sean asked. He had a strong crush on Heather, like many guys in the school.

"Yeah, sometimes. Not all the time." In fact, he'd yet to actually eat any food with the cheerleaders, but he knew the story would mesh with cheerleader sightings there too.

"Shit," Sean was impressed. He'd yet to speak more than a few words to the cheerleader goddess. "Can you invite me there too?"

"Well, I'd like to, but it's a private thing. Just between you and me, some of them light up and smoke pot. So they keep the circle small." That also made a good story, as all the cheerleaders did toke up except for Katherine and Amy, and Alan's friends already knew this.

"Fuck." Sean cursed while he seriously considered starting smoking if that would help him get nearer to Heather.

Peter, who wasn't quite as infatuated with Heather, butted in. "So what's this about Amy, then? Don't you see plenty of her at home? You were telling me that she's over at your place all the time. I hope you take full advantage of some nice views of her wide ass, you lucky dog."

"Actually, I have been seeing a lot of her," Alan replied calmly. "You see, we've been getting pretty close lately, and we've actually started going out."

A shocked silence followed. Finally Sean spoke. "Going out? As in, you and her are dating? For real?"

"Yeah. For real." Alan was a bit surprised how shocked his friends were, especially since much of the school now considered him some kind of mysterious sex stud. But then it occurred to him that because they knew him much better, they had a harder time changing their conceptions of him. Further, they barely were aware of how other peoples' perceptions in the school had been changing.

There was something in Alan's demeanor that removed all possibilities of kidding. Yet still they could help but express disbelief. "Shit! No fucking way!" Sean exclaimed. His two friends babbled for a minute or two. As far as they knew, Alan was still a virgin and had never even kissed a girl. So they made a big deal about it.

Alan's momentary flash of indignation passed and he smiled at them in tolerant amusement. He felt like he'd matured several years in the last few weeks, and had a hard time relating to what he now saw as their immature ways. He knew they were virgins and had never kissed - only now did he realize just how nerdy his friends had been. Nonetheless, he still liked them very much, despite the growing gap between them.

He said, "I swear, it's true. We're going out." He looked around. Amy sat just a couple of tables away. He stared at her, caught her eye, and motioned her to come over.

Amy came bounding to the table. He smiled as he said to her, "Hey Aims. I've heard you have a new boyfriend. Is it true? Who's the lucky guy?"

She giggled. "You are, silly. You're the best!" She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She looked at his friends and proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!" Then she skipped off.

Alan watched Amy return to her seat. As she sat back down with her friends, she turned to him and flashed him the peace sign while giving him a friendly smile. Alan thought, Wow. Amy is just so endearing and lovable. I'm such a lucky guy. I need to spend more time with her. She's so eager. Definitely tonight, something's gonna happen.

Sean and Peter meanwhile stared at their friend in wide eyed shock. Alan turned to them and beamed a shy but proud grin. "So you can understand now why I've been completely missing these past weeks. I hate to say it, but if I have a choice between playing computer games with you guys and fondling that ass, I'll take the ass. Wouldn't you? Sorry I've had to keep it secret."

They nodded in understanding. Alan realized this would do wonders to squelch rumors, once the word spread. He was glad that this could help kill the (correct) idea that he and Glory were up to something. He was even gladder that this would kill the rumors that he had turned down offers for dates because he was gay.

He thought to himself, The way Amy came skipping by here, it seems so normal. I could almost convince myself that I'm just a normal guy with a normal girl next door girlfriend. Then he thought about his mother's "A" branding beach fantasy. If people only knew the truth, they'd throw us all in prison for sure!

CHAPTER 12

Alan left lunch after only about fifteen minutes. As much as he liked to talk to his friends, especially to revel in their congratulations and admiration, he much preferred to play with his teacher Glory.

When he arrived, after announcing himself through the door, he was surprised to see Glory let him in already dressed in a nun's habit. She wasted no time to get in the role. Alan wondered if this was to stifle further gripes about yesterday's spanking, but he didn't mind.

"Ah. Father Alan. Welcome to our humble convent. I trust the Lord has been guiding you and keeping you?"

"Um, hello, uh, Sister Gloria. Yes. All is well. And you?" He struggled to switch gears into priest mode.

She led him to the closet and pointed him to his priest garb. But when he dropped his shorts, Glory could see that his penis wasn't erect in the slightest. She determined to change that before they got started. She wore underwear in the hopes that they'd have fun when he took it off, but in a change of plan she slowly stripped then redressed so Alan could get in the mood.

She didn't put all of the clothes back on right away, but left her outer garment swathed around her loosely so her chest and crotch were strategically exposed. Then, as she posed shamelessly, she turned to Alan and said, "Here's a sneak preview of Sister Gloria when she gets a little naughty."

"Wow. You look like a sexy pin-up girl, except more nun-like."

That was a bit of a stupid thing to say, so they laughed about it.

Alan was aroused, but as Glory finished dressing, he grew a bit regretful about his suggestion to play nun and priest. Glory was now completely covered in a black habit, except for a white brim across the front of her nun's shawl covering her head and a white bib-like cowl around her neck and upper chest. The only skin visible was her face and hands. Alan was similarly decked out in a stifling and heavy, long black robe with a white collar.

"Now, where were we?" Glory asked. "Father, you were saying you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes I do want to talk, but let's not make it a habit," Alan joked. He made a rimshot sound as Glory groaned. "But seriously, let's get into our roles." Alan stood back, stretched his body and limberly shook his head in every direction, like an actor psyching himself up before walking onto a stage.

"Okay," he said in a voice much deeper than his usual one. "Sister Gloria. Good to see you. How are you doing?" He walked formally toward her and bowed in respect. She bowed back.

"I'm well, Father. The Lord provides."

"Excellent. I came here because you had something for me to do?"

"Yes, Father. I'd like to make confession, and even though we don't have a confessional here, I was hoping you'd be able to listen to me in an informal manner."

"Yes," Alan responded sagely. "The Church of God is everywhere. Please sit down." They sat in classroom seats in front of Glory's desk and faced each other. "Now, what seems to be on your mind?"

"Well, Father, I... It's rather difficult to say. ... I've been having very sinful thoughts."

"Oh really?" He learned forward intently. "Do tell. In great detail."

She smiled at the "great detail" but then put on a very serious face. "Father, I've been having these ... urges. Sexual urges. In my mind I know it's wrong, but my body won't listen!"

"That's all right," he said as he took her hand in his. "It's perfectly natural, child. Please continue. How did it start?"

As though startled by the gesture, she immediately withdrew her hand and actually managed to make it tremble. "Oh, Father, I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that. It's very embarrassing. I'm afraid it started because of you."

Alan also showed good acting skills. His face looked convincingly surprised. "Me? Why me?"

With a look of longing on her face, she stared back at him for a brief moment and then cast her eyes downward, as though embarrassed. "Well, Father Cleveland, bless his departed soul, he was so old and infirm. But then you came here recently and replaced him, and you're so young and handsome and .. virile. I want to listen to your sermons, listen to the Word of God, but too often I find myself staring at your nether regions! And despite your robe, it seems that most of the time I can detect a certain bulge there." She quickly and obviously glanced at Alan's crotch, where a very real and insistent erection could be seen, and then, just as quickly, averted her eyes shyly away.

Alan thought to himself, This is fun. I like where this is going, but we're both dressed to survive an arctic blizzard. I have to spin this so I can get some clothes off first. He was good at thinking on his feet. "Sounds serious," he replied gravely. "Have you considered that you might be haunted by a demon?"

"A demon? Oh no!" She gasped as one of her hands quickly flew to her chest in mock astonishment. "That never occurred to me. Could it be? Am I possessed?"

"I'm afraid it's a real possibility. However, you are lucky that I'm a bit of an expert in these things. Take off your clothes."

"What? Did I hear you right?" Glory blushed and looked very convincingly aghast. She crossed her legs as she supposed her character would unconsciously do, both frightened and excited by the prospect.

"Yes, you did," he said with a grave nod. "You see, the demon has entered you, and the first thing we have to do is find out where exactly it entered you. Only then can we find a cure. We can determine the demon's presence and strength by certain telltale signs. For instance, a certain hardening right here." As he said the word "here," he reached out, moved her hand away from her chest, and palmed a tit through her clothes. Even through her robe and bra he could feel a hardened nipple.

She gasped again. He tweaked her nipple repeatedly, as if testing to see just how hard it was. She was taken aback at just how horny this game was making her; her heart beat a mile a minute. "Oh. I see. No man has ever seen me naked before, but if someone has to see me that way, I'm glad it's you. I'm sure I can trust you." She blushed again but this time like a girl in love. The look on her face was one of pure innocence, but a powerful lust hid just behind it.

She stood up and shyly undressed while she maintained complete and total eye contact with Alan. He was transfixed by her subtle and seemingly completely innocent striptease.

"Please keep your hair covered," Alan said as she nearly finished. "The demon never enters through the hair." He thought to himself, Gotta keep that on so I'm reminded you're supposed to be a nun.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Father." She sat back down and left the black shawl on. She also still wore the white cowl and a crucifix around her neck, which Alan thought was a nice touch.

His eyes traveled up and down her body as she sat back down. He looked at her in great admiration, and thought, Glory may not be huge-titted. Even Sis has bigger tits, but Glory is living proof that size isn't everything. She's so firm all over. And tan. Very fit, but not too muscular. Perfect, flawless skin, minus some sports injury scratches. She is so fuck worthy, and her sexual still is just too much!

One thing annoyed him. "Very good, Sister, but I did say you have to take your clothes off. You still have your bra and panties on."

"But Father! All of it? Is that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is, as much as it pains us both. Demons are very base creatures, so the erogenous zones are the very places they are most likely to enter. We have to check there for demon activity particularly, and in a most thorough manner." He nodded at her vagina.

She appeared to be alarmed, and then resigned. "Oh. Of course. Please forgive me for my shyness. This is just all so, so... unorthodox. Just a minute." She stood up and slowly unclasped her bra and the slid her panties down her hips. She took both items off excruciatingly slowly, knowing how much he frustratingly loved it. She took off her panties first, and then turned around and made a stiff-legged bend to put them on her desk. She placed her legs quite far apart and held that position for some time, so he could inspect her pussy. A few rivulets of pussy juices were already starting to flow. Then she turned around again so he could watch her undo her bra. When that was done, she turned and spread her legs even wider, as she ostentatiously took her time to place the bra on the same table.

Alan had been losing his erection due to their heavy clothing, but after that show the erection was most definitely back with a vengeance. She stood facing him again. The white cowl she wore covered most of her chest, though happily not her nipples. He loved to watch them rise and fall with each breath. But even better was the sight of her nearly blonde pussy. He leaned forward, looked closely at her crotch, took a deep whiff of her womanly fragrance, and quipped, "Glory be."

Glory laughed. "Young man, stay in your role, please." She covered her pussy with splayed fingers that appeared to protect her privates, but in actual fact exposed more than they hid. Still leaning forward, he closely eyed the fine sheen of arousal and examined the few beads of sweat in her nether regions that were generally rolling down between her legs.

"Sorry," he finally said in his normal voice. "But you realize that before I resume the role I have to say 'Glory Hallelujah' first." They laughed some more. His frustration at the spanking episode was now completely forgotten as he warmed to his acting part.

He went on seriously in his priest voice, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please continue, Sister Gloria. Don't mind me - I'll just be checking to find the exact spot where the demon has entered you. Why don't you stand as you were. Grasp your ankles with your hands and spread your legs even wider. That way I can really see what the demon is doing."

She went on, "Anyway, my problem began with seeing that bulge all the time. But then my problem got worse when my roommate Sister Heather noticed my distraction."

"Sister Heather?" he asked quizzically as his hands down ran up and down her bare arms and back. He could hardly hold back from exploring more vital regions.

"Yes. Don't you know her? She's the new nun that looks just like a blonde California cheerleader. Her parents brought her to this convent to cure her of her addiction to fornication."

"Ah, yes. Sister Heather. Bless her soul."

Alan realized with a start that Glory referred to the real flesh-and-blood head cheerleader Heather Morgan, whom he would see and probably fool around with during lunch. He was a bit puzzled as to why Glory picked her, of all possible real or imaginary people. He wondered if she knew about his meeting plans.

But Glory was merely her usual curious self. She was desperately keen to find out whom Alan was with during lunch but she didn't want to ask him directly. So she figured this way she could test his reactions. Heather was a very likely choice for his lunch disappearances, since the school rumor mill had noted with surprise that Heather had recently been on friendly, speaking terms with the nerdy Alan.

Glory turned around and saw from Alan's startled face that her Heather guess had struck home. But she played it cool. She continued, "I'm afraid you may need to hear Heather's confession even more than mine, because it seems she is far from cured of her fornicating ways. She was very curious about my stares in your direction, and since she's my sole roommate, she would question me about it relentlessly almost every night before we went to sleep. Soon she got me admitting my urges and talking about them freely. Then she... Father! What are you DOING?"

Alan's hands had dropped down to Glory's underside and reached up grasp her dangling boobs. He groped them openly, with a focus again on tweaking her nipples. "Sister, relax. As I said, demons tend to focus on our forbidden parts. I need to check your chest region particularly thoroughly to make sure he didn't enter through here. It is especially common for them to enter through the nipple. Since demons are usually invisible, it requires a very close inspection to determine how it entered you."

"I see. But Father, that's making it so hard for me to continue talking!" She still positioned herself as lewdly as humanly possible, with her ass high above her head and her hands tightly clasped around her ankles.

"Please persevere and be strong. Trust in the Lord. You were saying?" He pulled at both nipples at once and stretched her tits away from her body.

With a sudden shudder of pleasure, she stammered, "Oh! Oh! Uh, um, yes. Oh dear! Uh... Heather. That's right. Sister Heather. Each night we would talk, and, you see, she's not much for wearing clothes in private. And she has a very beautiful body. In fact, even in public, nobody knows this, but she wears absolutely nothing underneath her nun habit. Well, that's not true. She does wear some kind of plug for her birth hole. She says it's to hold back her fornicating urges, but it seems to me that thing is always quivering and buzzing in a most distracting way. I would think that would only make her fornicating urges even worse, but she says she knows best. From experience, she says. You should see how quickly she runs through the batteries for it."

Alan joked, "Hmm. Now I understand why she's been looking so blissful during my sermons lately." He switched from roughly mauling her tits to gently squeezing them.

Glory could barely contain her mirth. "I'm sure that was just religious rapture caused by your holy words. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes. Eeek!" She squealed because he quickly twisted both nipples, just to keep her on her toes. "What was that again? ... Um, she started comforting me each evening. At first it was just... Oh Lord! Father! What are you doing?"

Alan's hands had explored their way down Glory's stomach, but he decided that he could reach her ass and pussy more easily from her back side given her lewd position. So he walked around her and then began caressing her clit and pussy lips. He wiped away a smile and said as seriously as he could, "Oh, don't mind me. This is the usual point of entry for demons, in this general region. So I'll just be focusing here for a few minutes."

"But Father! These urges, these feelings I'm confessing about. I have to confess that I'm feeling them very strongly even as we speak!" She trembled so much from arousal that she feared she would fall over altogether, given her precarious bent over position.

"That's perfectly fine, Sister. In fact, a surge of feeling will help me find the location of the demon." Without warning, he spread her pussy lips wide and inserted two fingers deep inside. Then he began to turn them. He muttered, "Let's see if he's in here somewhere."

She panted, "But Father, it's so shameful! So embarrassing. I can't believe I've been possessed by an evil spirit."

He found her G-spot, and gently tapped it. That was too much for her to handle, given the way she stood. Alan let her drop to her knees to get more comfortable. Despite her readjustment he never took his fingers out of her burning hole.

He soothed, "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time to us who have made religion our life, because Satan wants our souls the most. Why, as a matter of fact, I happen to be haunted by a demon as well."

Her body shuddered, but not from embarrassment. She gasped, "Really? Are you possessed?"

"No. Well, sort of. I'm not completely possessed, but one part of me is. Here. Let me show you." Alan took his fingers out of her hole and licked them clean. Then he took his robe off, something he was very happy to finally do because it was heavy and restricting.

Meanwhile Glory turned around to face him, and readjusted too. She stood up and sat on the edge of the desk. Again she planted her legs as wide as she could while still being able to touch the floor with her feet. "Father Alan! You're getting naked! I don't know if I can stand it! My urges! Oh no! Dear God!" Glory pointed at Alan's crotch, where his penis stood out invitingly.

"I see you noticed the problem right away," he said casually. "That's where the demon is. My problem is that my member has been possessed by a minor demon. That's why you've seen the bulge there so frequently, because the penis is under the control of evil forces. The demon is filled with a great lust. When I see your sexy body, even covered in your habit, he gets very active."

"Oh my God!" Glory looked down at her own body as if for the first time. There was a long rivulet of pussy juice rolling down her thigh. She looked at it as if she didn't know what it was, and dropped a finger into it. Then brought some to her mouth and lolled the cum around as if tasting it for the first time.

Alan reached out with both hands boldly began exploring her spread and glistening pussy lips from the front side. He said nonchalantly, "Now, Sister, don't use the Lord's name in vain. And it's rude to point. It's much better if you can help me out."

She tried to calm herself down a bit, and that wasn't just acting for her role. "But what should I do? I don't know anything about exorcising demons."

"It's easy. The demon is lodged in my penis. You have to coax him out. The way you do that is by pulling on it and stroking it to tempt him to come outside." He grabbed his penis and squeezed it, causing a small about of pre-cum to drip onto the floor. He added, "See? That's the demon spitting. Don't you want to rid me of this cursed beast?"

"I don't know..." Her face maintained a very worried look a nun might wear, but she somewhat betrayed the effect by repeatedly licking her lips. She knew what would be coming soon, and she could barely hold back.

"Sister, when you joined the Order of Eternal Chastity, did you not make a vow to devote your body and soul to the helping of others? This is where the use of your body to help comes in. If you won't, it'll just get angry and spit some more." He squeezed his penis again, causing more drops of pre-cum to fall, landing this time on her long, tanned legs. "Just reach out and touch it. Here. Like this."

He grabbed Glory's hands and pulled them into his crotch. But that wasn't enough for her. She fell to the ground, knowing she'd need to be in position to suck him off soon. She picked up her shawl and cowl and put them back on. Then, with his hands again on hers, he pretended to show her how to jack someone off. Of course, she was already a complete expert when it came to pleasing penises, but she pretended to be clueless.

She leaned forward until her nose nearly touched the tip of his penis. She wanted to "inadvertently" breathe on it, and she did. "Father Alan, I can't believe I'm touching your member! I've dreamed about this in so many sinful fantasies. Sister Heather and I have talked about it all the time."

Glory tried to pretend shock and awe in being so close to a penis, but she had a hard time keeping a smile off of her face. She knew what was going to come next and knew it was going to be good - having Alan's penis in one's mouth always was. This is just too much fun! Alan should be an improv artist. I can hardly believe he's only eighteen. Especially in the last week or two, he's been acting more mature and self-assured. But he's still so fun and so kind! I don't care about our age difference - I'm not that much older. I want him to drop those young floozies he's going with and pick ME as his girlfriend!

She returned her focus to the role play. There was more "work" to be done before she could feast on Alan's prick. She closed her eyes and tried to show reluctance as she slowly slipped her hand forward and back over his penis. "But Father. Isn't this a sin? Even for a good cause?"

"Just remember you're doing the work of the Lord here. So don't feel sinful. Just keep stroking like that. Yeah. ... Ahhh. So good. Do you feel good?"

"You have no idea, young man. I mean, Father. If you touch a match to my skin it'll burst into flame. Let's get going already!"

CHAPTER 13

Alan felt great with her hands around his penis, but he wanted to reciprocate. He remembered his recent vow to give as much as he received. He said, "Sister Gloria, thanks for trying to release my demon, but we also have your demon problem to contend with. I believe I was trying to find where the demon entered you. We'll have to examine your ass in a minute, but I think it's most likely he entered right here." He shoved a finger back up Glory's pussy right as he said "here."

"Father!" Glory moaned. She appeared shy, worried, and uncontrollably aroused. The last part she didn't have to fake. "Not up there, so deep like that! Nobody's been up there, except Sister Heather!"

"Well then, while I'm doing this, tell me more about what you and Sister Heather have been up to. But before you start that, I'm afraid my demon is playing a little bit of hide and seek. Can you help?"

"Oh Father! It's the least I can do. What would you like?"

"Sometimes my demon likes to go on a little vacation over to my back side. He's tricky that way. So you should keep doing what you're doing on my member with one hand, and use your other to see if he's escaped up my asshole."

"If you say so, Father. You know best." She reached behind him and enthusiastically began to saw a finger into his butt.

"Yes. The Lord works in mysterious ways. If sometimes that means putting a finger up an ass, who are we to question the wisdom of His purposes? In fact, I think we'll find that in my ministry, starting from today, your body will be able to serve the Lord in a whole myriad of different ways."

"Blessed be His name."

"Yes. And blessed be your hands. In just a couple of minutes you've become so good at demon coaxing. The demon is bound to come out very soon if you keep it up like that, so you might want to slow down just a little bit."

Glory slowed down, not thinking that went against her supposed desire to get the demon out. She wasn't thinking too clearly now that three of Alan's fingers pumped furiously up her pussy.

Alan eventually got the conversation going again. "So? You and Heather?"

"Oh yes. Father, each night she comes to my bed and we talk about you. We talk all about your member! She's always saying strange things, like how she wants to shove it up her box, whatever that means. And something about how she wants you to fill her pie hole with your man meat, even though we're vegetarians at the nunnery. I don't quite understand her. But while we talk, she puts her fingers where you have them right now. And she makes me do the same thing to her. But she didn't mention anything about a demon. ... Oh!" Glory cried out because Alan found her G-spot in earnest this time. Once he was sure of the treasure he'd found, he started to work it vigorously.

"She probably didn't want to make you feel bad for having a demon. She's very considerate."

Glory's nun persona suddenly dropped and her voice turned deadly serious. "Alan, just a sec. I want you to remember that what I'm saying is for your fantasy purposes only. In no way am interested in anything lesbian whatsoever, is that clear? If you put me in a sexual situation with the real Heather or anyone else for that matter, I am going to go ballistic. Do you fully understand that, young man?"

"Yes." Inwardly, he was crestfallen to hear this, but he resolved to respect her wishes. He figured either someone had lesbian tendencies or they didn't, and there was no way to force it.

"Okay then. I'm just showing you how I always go the extra mile to make you happy. Anything is possible in a fantasy, and I'm happy to do anything in a role play for you. But not in real life with other people. I'd like to see Heather try to keep up with me, because in real life, I'm sure she doesn't hold a candle to me, if I can say so myself. I also want to make damn clear that you need to keep doing exactly what you're doing to my G-spot." Glory bent forward and started to lick the tip of Alan's penis even as both of her hands continued to stroke it.

Alan brought them back into the role play. "Sister Gloria! What are you doing with your tongue there?"

"Sorry, Father. Sister Heather and I have talked a lot about doing this to you. I was thinking it wouldn't hurt in getting the demon out."

"Good point," he conceded with a feigned sigh of resignation. "I think the demon will definitely, uh, appreciate that. I mean, that'll inspire him to come out. It's just that you kind of surprised me there. Please carry on. What else have you and Heather done?"

"To be honest, I don't think she's over her fornicating ways. Not at all. She's always talking about the things she wants to do to you. Or the things I could do to you. Or what we could do to you together. Like, she keeps talking about 'cocksucking.' Whatever that is. 'Tag team cocksucking.' She likes that idea especially. And all the while, she's kissing me and touching me all over. It makes it so hard to find time to say my nightly prayers. Or my morning ones, for that matter. She's all over me whenever we're alone." She resumed licking.

"Sister, speaking of praying, please stay there your knees as if in prayer, but scoot in closer to my possessed penis. Then you can continue with your tongue. I need to check if our dastardly demon has entered you through the rear." As soon as Glory did this, Alan thrust a finger up her ass.

Glory shrieked, "Oh Lord! Sister Heather does that to me too! She must be trying to rid me of my demon, after all. But what's this cocksucking she keeps talking about? I've been trying not to let on with her just how naive I am with sexual matters. I've never even kissed a man!"

"Here. Instead of just licking my member, try swallowing the whole thing. Then tease it with your tongue inside your mouth. And then I'll tell you what cocksucking is."

"Mmmph." Glory had a hard time replying coherently because she enthusiastically swallowed him even before he finished speaking. She was really worked up and sucked him off with every trick she knew.

Alan just sat back and enjoyed it. She was so good that he couldn't even concentrate on anal probing, so he clenched her ass cheeks and held on for dear life as she overwhelmed his penis with incredible sensations.

"Sister, let's not be too hasty there - AH! You don't want the demon to come out too quickly or he'll uh, he'll, he'll splatter all over the back of your throat!"

Alan grabbed her head and forcefully pulled it away. It was touch and go, but he managed to hold back from cumming by flexing his PC muscle. Glory also expertly grabbed his penis at the base and squeezed to stave off his climax. The two of them fell back and took a breather.

As Glory lay there, chest still heaving with exhaustion, she playfully asked, "So, Father, what's this cocksucking thing I keep hearing about?"

Alan laughed. "It's hard to explain. I think it's better if I teach you. Why don't I come to your and Sister Heather's room tonight, and I'll teach both of you first hand? I don't think we can solve your demon problem right now. It's going to be a long and perilous road and take quite a while to solve. But with God on our side, we will defeat Satan eventually. Sister Heather obviously has her own sex demon, so I'm going to have to spend a lot of time on her problem too. Sometimes the only way to defeat such a creature is to sexually exhaust it, kind of like fighting fire with fire."

"Good idea. I'm sure Heather will love it. But what about fucking?" Glory asked bluntly. "As long as you're in our room every night, couldn't you fuck us a little, too? Heather makes it sound like so much fun. She said that it feels 'heavenly' so I'm sure the church must approve."

Alan physically crawled over Glory until his body completely covered hers. Back in his normal voice, he said, "Now, that's what I call a cocktease. If you're not willing to fuck me, you can't say things like that, okay? You're gonna make me hard again already."

She laughed joyfully. "And the problem with that is?"

"The problem is, I'm going to tickle you to death. Jesus! Can you give me more than one minute to recover, already?" He started tickling, and as he lay on top of her, she was fairly helpless. Soon he had her crying with joy amidst her laughter. But their energy quickly petered out and the two of them just lay there quietly for a while.

As Alan lay with his head resting on Glory's lap, he got to thinking about Glory and Heather. God, I WISH Glory and Heather would tag team me. That would be awesome. But Glory seems pretty sincere about her distaste for anything lesbian. She's pointed that out a couple of times. She is most definitely an incredibly talented lover, but when it comes down to it, she's still an old fashioned kind of gal. I mean, she hardly even curses. Playing around with me, while knowing that I'm doing other women at the same time, that's a huge stretch for her. She's been low key about it so far and keeps hoping she can sexually wow me into dropping the others, but I can tell it's bothering her. No way would she be into a threesome of any kind.

But if that's true, then why did she introduce Heather into the fantasy? She could have gone in other directions that would have been equally arousing. And why Heather? She does teach Heather in another class and knows her reasonably well. Maybe, deep, deep down, she has a thing for Heather? Hell. Who wouldn't? Despite Heather's blow dried, fake-o, mean-spirited nature, she's like the living embodiment of the blonde Baywatch babe. I've been totally happy with Glory just alone, but she's put this tantalizing threesome idea in my head. ... In fact, now that I think about it, both Glory and Heather are blonde. I could get the double blonde attack thing going. Dang.

And is Glory really that old fashioned? She's so sexually adept. And she has this weird thing about spanking. Maybe she's totally wild, but just hides it well behind all her fancy clothes?

Thinking about Heather got him to think about the cheerleaders in general. He said, "Glory, I'm really sorry about running off during lunch sometimes. But things kind of happened. You remember when I got caught with a girl by Mr. Jackson?"

"Remember? How could I forget? It was only two weeks ago."

"Two weeks? Are you kidding me? God, it feels like two years ago to me. So much has happened since. ... But I kind of got in a lunch situation with a girl since that time, and now that she has some lunch expectations with me and I don't know how to say no. So I've been trying my best to juggle." Alan figured that was close enough to the truth to not be a lie.

"Oh, you must be suffering," Glory teased. "It must be just horrible." She assumed he was now talking about Heather.

"Hey. I really would prefer to be with you. Really. With the exception of a couple of silly crushes, you're my first real love. Let's have some fun."

Alan wanted Glory totally naked, so he removed the last of her costume. They still tenuously kept the fantasy going, but they were more into doing and less into talking now. Within minutes, Alan found himself dry humping Glory between her thighs. That had been so much fun the one time before she'd allowed him to do it that he just had to do it again.

But as he slipped his penis between her slicked up thighs, he thought, Why I am just dry humping her? Why can't I be fucking her? Everyone keeps saying I need to be more aggressive. Glory wants me to fuck her bad; yesterday she all but promised that we'd be doing it soon when she promised to do "anything" to make up for the shock she gave me. So why are we waiting around? Accidents happen. Why don't I just slip it in? She gave me the shock of my life yesterday; it's only fair play if I give her a big surprise.

I could ask her about it and get her permission. That would be the old Alan. We'd talk and talk and the passion would fall away. Yesterday she agreed to fuck in so many words so it's not like I would be violating her. She just said she wanted to wait a bit until we could do it right with a really special occasion. Well, we'll do that too. But right now I can't control myself. All this fucking teasing! This dry humping is great, but it's also absolute torture to be so close and yet so far. Screw being polite and considerate. It's time for the new Alan to assert himself!

Alan plowed in and out of her thighs like a rocking see saw. He reached down, grabbed his penis, and repositioned it at the entrance of her pussy. Glory just thought he was having another strategic pause so he could keep going. But within seconds, he thrust forward again. Her pussy was so wet that his penis slid in effortlessly all the way to the hilt.

"Alan!" Glory cried frantically. "Young man! That's the wrong spot! That's my pussy!"

"I know." He made a long pull almost all the way out, and she thought he would vacate it. But then he slowly pushed all the way back in. He thought, anxiously, Too late to stop now!