SIX TIMES A DAY - Part 7
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)
Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Oct. 24)
A very exciting Thursday started quite early for Alan. He lay asleep
in bed when he awoke to the sensation of someone gently shaking him.
"What? ... What?" he mumbled and opened his eyes.
It was pitch dark, and his sister leaned over him, naked. Her shapely
boobs dangled inches from his face. "Is it morning already?"
he whispered, and answered his own question with a glance at the clock
next to his bed. It read one minute after midnight.
"It's Thursday already, Very Big Brother," whispered his sister
very quietly, "and you know what that means! I'm now your complete
cocksucking fuck toy, and today's the day we consummate our love!"
She kissed him passionately on the lips, pulled back his covers, and
began to fondle his rapidly-rising prick.
She paused in her kiss and added, "I thought of waking you up with
a blowjob, but I was worried you might be confused and yell out. And
we wouldn't want that!" She planted another kiss on his mouth.
Alan reached out and fondled her tits at the same time.
There was no reason to maintain any boundaries with his sister any longer,
except for the fear of getting caught.
When they finally
had to stop to catch their breath, Alan urgently whispered, "We
can't do this! Mom and dad are in bed just down the hall! What if they
hear something, and catch us? You're totally naked!"
She agreed, in theory. "You're right, we can't do this. There's
no way I'm going to get caught and lose out on all the fun. But just
this one time, pleeeeaaase!. I'm so worked up for today's special treat!
... I'll tell you what. If I put your penis in my mouth, then that will
shut me up from talking..."
She did so even as she said this. Alan had resisted her charms for several
days, but had no willpower left. He let her have her way with him and
she brought him to orgasm within minutes. This time she drank up nearly
all of his cum. "Mmm. Yummy midnight snack," she said in his
ear. "I could make this a nightly habit."
"Don't you dare!" Alan whispered back.
Then she whispered, "Okay, I've promised to be good around the
house – for now, Big Hard Brother. But whenever I get too talkative,
just stick your fat slab in my mouth to shut me up. And remember, after
school..." She got up to go.
With a quick thought to spur him, Alan hopped out of
bed and reached the door first. He figured it was much better to have
his head poke out and scan the hallway than his sister's. He took a
quick peek into the hallway, to make sure the coast was clear. Deciding
it was safe, he let his sister scamper the ten or so feet to her room
across the hallway.
His sister behaved completely normal at breakfast. Their parents ate
with them, so there was no chance for his sister to tease. The only
difference was she appeared unusually antsy, as did he.
Alan's classes seemed to drag on interminably until the end of fourth
period. His agony was only heightened when, through the window's reflection,
he noticed Ms. Rhymer staring at him again. Certainly it'll only
be a matter of time before the other students figure out something is
up!
They had a short quiz near the end of class, and Alan
noticed how Ms. Rhymer guiltily brought a Magic Marker into her lap.
Then he saw her arms move and her face get flush. He had half a notion
to go up to her after class and say, "I lost my pen, do you have
one I can borrow?" but he decided that would give the game away,
and besides, he had to hurry to the supply closet. He wanted to make
the most of every minute there. Nonetheless, in the last few minutes
of class he fantasized her answering his question by handing him a Magic
Marker covered in her pussy juices. With these kinds of thoughts to
fill his brain, he didn't do very well on the test.
He quickly met Kim and Katherine at the door of their special closet.
"I know what I want to eat for lunch today, and they don't serve
it on the cafeteria menu!" Katherine whispered to Kim.
"So do I!" Kim whispered back.
Katherine went on, "Wouldn't it be fun if they did, though? 'Today's
special: Alan's tangy cum.'" They both giggled.
When the coast
was clear they made their way inside. Alan brought some industrial-strength
chemicals to mask any smell they might make.
As soon as they settled in, Alan said, "First
thing's first. My first responsibility is to check my sister's paint
job. This'll just take a minute, Kim."
Katherine bent over at a ninety-degree angle to expose her panty-free
ass to Alan. "Big Long Brother, take your time. Please. Ooh!"
Katherine let out a surprised moan, because Alan immediately got down
on his knees and stuck his face right into her ass. "Oh, yes! Like
that!"
Alan pushed his nose right into her pussy lips. He inhaled and savored
his sister's feminine smell. He didn't know if he liked it or not just
yet, but figured that over time he'd come to love it in any case. Speaking
directly into his sister's pussy, he said to Kim, "Since we're
in a hurry, checking the paint job with my tongue is probably the fastest
way."
"Oh! Big Brother! Big TONGUED Brother! Yes!" Alan tentatively
tried to lick his sister's pussy, but he didn't really know what to
do. The idea of his tongue buried directly in her hole seemed too strange.
He decided he'd have to work up to that. So, instead, he licked her
outer mound and used his fingers to probe inside. Katherine was dripping-wet
within seconds.
He kept at it until she came, which didn't take long at all. He had
a suspicion that his sister was so horny, just reading the telephone
book out loud would have sent her over the edge. He pulled his face
back as he didn't want cum all over it. He switched his attention to
her ass and crotch more extensively, and at the same time he actually
did check the paint job. As he suspected, it didn't need any touch-up
painting.
He got up. "Okay, Kim. Your turn. I know you're not into guys,
so do you want me to do this like I did it to Katherine, or do it the
more professional way?"
Katherine, who now stood, shot her hand up in the air and jumped up
and down as if she was an eager student. "Ooh! Ooh! I know this
one! Pick me, teacher!"
Kim and Alan had a good laugh. Kim commented, "You two are a lot
of fun, you know that? Last time I found out a finger was just a finger,
so might as well find out if a tongue is just a tongue." She bent
over. "Lick it up. It's already wet from watching you two."
Alan did the exact same thing to Kim that he did to his sister, and
was happy to discover that he could get Kim off just as easily. When
he finished, they'd still only been in the room less than five minutes.
He announced, "There's no need for any touch ups and thus no need
to let any paint dry. So there 's nothing left to do but fool around
some more."
Now that they all stood again, Katherine wrapped herself around Alan.
"Big Thick Brother! Aren't you the best?"
"Hey," he said sternly. "Enough with the cute 'Big Brother'
names. No mention of the B-word in this kind of situation, okay? And
let's all try to make as little noise as possible. We're like a herd
of elephants in here. We should even whisper only when necessary. And
also, we all need to keep our clothes on, and just open the clothes
up to expose the most interesting parts. That way we can hopefully quickly
recover if someone comes in."
"What, you mean like this one, V.B.B.?" Katherine unzipped
his shorts and dropped them to his ankles.
"V.B.B.?" he asked quizzically.
"Very Big Brother." She whispered the last word very nastily,
and then made a motion like she had zipped her mouth shut.
Kim and Katherine were braless again now that the several-day ban on
fun was over, and they had their shirts up around their shoulders. Their
tiny cheerleader skirts were little impediment from anyone to find their
pussies or asses.
Their main problem was a lack of room to maneuver. It was hard for two
of them to even kneel at the same time in the small closet, but they
barely managed. Katherine knelt in the middle. She sucked on Alan's
penis as he stood, while he placed his hands on her head and played
with her beautiful long hair.
Meanwhile, Kim knelt
behind Katherine, and ground her mouth into her new friend's pussy from
behind. Kim had to lick Katherine's painted pussy lips, but Alan wasn't
too worried if the paint job got ruined. After all, he could always
touch it up again. "You know what's funny," Kim whispered,
"I can taste the paint!"
Alan came within minutes, but was hard again in even less time, as Katherine's
mouth tenderly worked to bring his penis back to life. She came, Kim
came, they all came. Torrents of pussy juice rolled down the legs of
the two women and they climaxed over and over. Both Alan and Kim repeatedly
bumped into the shelves behind them and knocked all variety of supplies
onto them and onto the floor. But they didn't care.
Kim preferred her exploration of Katherine, but her curiosity about
Alan grew the more she saw how good he made Katherine feel. And she
had to admit his fingers and tongue felt pretty good. She figured, I
may not like men, as in males in my life, but that doesn't mean I can't
enjoy certain body parts they've got.
"Alan, since you're ready again," Kim asked, "do you
suppose I could try a taste of your semen 'fresh from the source', as
Katherine puts it?"
"Sure," Alan replied. "Always happy to oblige."
"Ha, ha, Mr. Don Juan," Katherine said, a bit surly at sharing.
"Kim, I give you permission, but remember I always get first dibs,
'cos he's my brother, okay?"
Alan interrupted with a stern whisper, "I told you already: don't
say that word at school, ever! You never know if the walls have ears."
"Sorry, V.B.B." his sister answered.
Kim replied to Katherine's first dibs comment. "That sounds okay
with me, Katherine. And who knows, I might not even like it."
They had to rearrange
themselves considerably so Kim could kneel in front of Alan's penis.
Finally they were ready, and without any further ado Kim took Alan into
her mouth. Katherine meanwhile stood behind Kim and frigged her friend's
pussy, which guaranteed that Kim would enjoy herself no matter what
she thought of the taste of a penis.
Katherine and Alan were very curious to see how Kim liked cocksucking
and if she was on the road at least to bisexuality, but Kim wouldn't
stop sucking long enough to give them her opinion. At first she sputtered
and gagged. Kim was a small person with a small mouth, and it was obvious
she had trouble just getting her lips around such a big thing. But she
persisted and soon got the hang of it, once she realized she shouldn't
go so deep.
Katherine wanted to whisper pointers, but figured Alan
wouldn't be happy about that for "security reasons."
The only sounds were the occasional moan or suck from Kim. To judge
from her noises and the way she kept at it, the others figured she must
enjoy it, or at least she was a really dedicated experimenter. At the
risk of bumping into more objects, Katherine slowly bent down so she
could taste what painted pussy tasted like. Alan just backed up into
a filing cabinet to make room, and let Kim know what he liked with a
pat on the head at the right times.
CHAPTER 2
They never did find out that day how Kim liked Alan's taste. And it
was a good thing they were too busy sucking and licking to talk, because
with only about fifteen minutes left in the lunch period, they all heard
the sound of the door to the outer supply room open. They instantly
froze in place. Kim of course had her mouth wrapped around Alan's rod
at that very moment. But as quietly as they could, they began to wipe
themselves up with moist towelettes Alan had so thoughtfully provided
and pulled their clothes back up or down.
However, Alan realized
the gig was up, because they had left the light to their little closet
on. They all listened as they heard the person in the other room finally
begin to move. Alan realized, It sounds like a person is walking
right towards the closet we're in!
Alan quickly said, "Hello, someone out there?" and grabbed
the first supplies he could lay his eyes on.
Acting preemptively, he opened the door a bit, slid
out through the crack and hoped to deny whoever it was outside a glimpse
inside. He leaned back against the door and doorknob to further prevent
anyone from being able to open it, and looked into the darkness lit
only by the light which came in the open door from the hallway to see
who had discovered them. He was ready to fight to keep the door closed,
if need be, given that his sister was in there.
"Alan! What are you doing here?" said a very shocked voice.
It was Mr. Jackson, Alan's art teacher. Thank God! thought Alan.
He was on good terms with the man, who was near retirement age.
"Mr. Jackson! You surprised me!"
"YOU surprised ME! Alan? What are you doing in here?"
"Um, Ms... uh, Rhymer, asked me to get her some supplies. So I
was just getting it. Um, them." He held up what was in his hand
to show Mr. Jackson, and saw for the first time that he was holding
a bottle of Windex. That's works, pretty much, he thought. He
couldn't help give out a sigh of relief.
"Hmm," said Mr. Jackson. "I was just getting some supplies
myself," said the teacher warily. He clearly was very suspicious.
Worse, the teacher was sniffing. Alan realized that
given all the seeming gallons of cum they'd all just expended, Mr. Jackson
could not fail to smell the potent aroma of sex. They didn't intend
to use the chemicals he brought to cover up the smell until after they
were done. Plus, Alan realized he himself probably looked all flushed
and disheveled. Busted!
Alan looked like he wouldn't let the door open for anything. The teacher
looked around the outer supply room, found what he sought and picked
it up. "Here it is," he said. He looked back at Alan. "You
sure Ms. Rhymer gave you permission to be here? I thought students
weren't allowed in here."
"Of course she did." Alan
forced a fake smile.
"Well... I guess I'll be going, then. Aren't you leaving, too?"
"Um, I just spilled something in there when I heard you come in.
You surprised me. I'll have to go back and clean it up."
"I'll bet you did," said Mr. Jackson with a smirk. "By
the way, Alan, how are things going with the ladies? Do you have a girlfriend
these days?"
"Uhhh... They're going very well. Umm... Yes I do. Kim. You know,
one of the cheerleaders."
"She's very pretty. You're a lucky man. I wish I was your age."
Mr. Jackson began to walk back towards the hallway. Just as he reached
the outer door, he turned to Alan and said, "If you see her, say
hello for me." He gave Alan a wink. He totally knows I was in
there with a woman, and doesn't mind! Alan realized. Thank fucking
Jesus he thinks it's just Kim!
After a knowing pause, the teacher continued, "However, in the
future, be absolutely sure you have permission before you enter a room
like this. You wouldn't want to do anything foolhardy and tarnish your
sterling reputation."
"No, sir. Of course not, sir!"
"I suggest you leave immediately. See you later, then." Mr.
Jackson closed the door.
Alan immediately went back into the closet where Kim and Katherine hid
and immediately put a finger over his mouth to indicate they should
stay quiet. He was suddenly extremely wary and figured they wouldn't
be completely safe until they were all far from the room. But the two
had heard his conversation very clearly and were elated at not getting
caught. Silently, they all gave each other high fives.
Finally, Alan whispered to them incredibly quietly, even though he'd
tested and knew this room was nearly totally soundproof with both doors
to it closed. "That was too close! Mr. Jackson totally figured
I was in here with Kim. He even winked at me! We have to get out of
here, and now! First, let's spray the air to get rid of the smell of
sex, which he couldn't miss, by the way. Then I'll leave first, and
check if the coast is clear. If it is, I'll bump against the door, and
then you, Kim, can come out next. He may even be out in the hallway
to see who else comes out! If it's all clear still, then Katherine you
come out like five minutes later. Stay in here with the lights off until
then. Kim and I will linger by the door. We'll thump against the door
again to let you know it's okay. Agreed?"
The other two nodded.
He added, "And no way in hell am I using this
closet again! Mr. Jackson will probably spread this around as gossip.
I can just hear him now saying to the other teachers: 'You wouldn't
believe who I saw in the supply closet with a girlfriend. Honor student
Alan with a cheerleader!'"
"He wouldn't dare!" gasped Katherine.
'How do we know that?" Alan asked. "I'm not even going to
think about what would have happened if I hadn't acted fast and prevented
him from opening the door. He would have had a heart attack seeing you
in here Katherine, even with all your clothes on. And word would have
gotten to Mom, I'm sure, even if nothing could really be proven. No
way! We have to play it safe. Now, let's get out of here!"
His plan of escape worked like a charm. The second-floor hallway was
completely empty, as it almost always was in the middle of lunch. They
all made it out and away with ten minutes to spare, which turned out
to be a very good thing. The elderly Mr. Jackson went to look for Ms. Rhymer and eventually found her outside, headed towards the teacher's
lounge.
"Ms. Rhymer!
You're just the person I'm looking for," he said as he sat walked
up to her.
She spiraled around to face him, and his breath caught
in his throat at the sight of such an attractive woman. She wore an
elegant formal dress that somehow greatly accented her breasts even
as it mostly covered them up.
He asked, "You didn't happen to ask your student
Alan Plummer to get you some Windex from the supply room, did you?"
"No, of course not! Whatever do you mean?"
"I thought not. I was almost sure of it. Did you lend him your
key to that room?"
She began to realize that Alan might be in some kind of trouble. It
occurred to her that she should try to cover for him. "Yes, I did,"
she lied.
Mr. Jackson continued, "I hate to say this - do you promise to
keep this under your hat?"
Ms. Rhymer nodded.
"He used your key to sneak into the supply room.
I just caught Alan in the back closet there, while I was getting some
supplies. He was there with a girlfriend. I didn't actually see her,
but I'm sure of it. And they were having sex! The smell was overwhelming.
I let him off the hook, 'cos boys will be boys, and it was Alan, after
all. I'm sure he was well-meaning. Frankly, I can tell you how surprised
I was about that, to find HIM there, of all people! But we can't allow
this to continue and have that turn into a little orgy room back there.
I'm sure you agree."
"Of course!" Ms. Rhymer was shocked, but also not too surprised.
So he really is turning into some kind of sexual... He's sexually insatiable,
that's what he is! Alan, of all people! She found herself both jealous
of whomever the girl was and hot at the possibilities this implied.
Maybe he and I could make use of that little "orgy room"
one day, she thought wickedly.
To Mr. Jackson she said indignantly, "I'll take care of it right
away, and get the key back." She realized that the only time he'd
borrowed the key was last Friday. Did he secretly make a copy? Goody-two-shoes
Alan?
"Now that I think about it, I did have him borrow
my keys for something else, earlier," she lied, covering for him.
"Of course we'll all have to be more careful with this kind of
thing in the future. And you did the right thing in not punishing him.
Kids at that age are just discovering sex, and they do stupid things.
No need to ruin his good record for ... some overactive hormones."
"That's what I figured," said Mr. Jackson.
By this time, they'd reached the teacher's lounge, where she often went
to eat lunch. She grabbed some food out of the refrigerator and tried
to act nonchalant. "Since I know him well, I'll have a talk with
him, and gently hint that he needs to be more careful. And I'll give
him an earful about the keys. I hope the girl is careful, too. Do you
know who it is?"
"He all but admitted to me he was in there with his girlfriend
Kim, who you probably know as one of the varsity cheerleaders; the short,
young one."
"Ah, yes."
Ms. Rhymer was jealous that Alan was with someone so good looking.
Very jealous. Kim, eh? Fucking cheerleader slut, thinks she can steal
him away from me. And Alan? This is the guy I've been risking
my job over, the guy I've been masturbating in class about? So he can
go and sleep with some slut right under my nose?
But to Mr. Jackson she was cool and collected. "Ah well, hopefully
by the time I'm done straightening him out, he'll catch my drift and
warn Kim to be more careful as well."
The two of them continued to talk about Alan and how he now seemed "all
grown up" while Ms. Rhymer ate a sandwich. She freed herself from
the conversation as soon as she was able and quickly made her way to
the supply room. She opened up the back closet and to her disappointment
found it completely empty. Nothing was out of order, except for an unusually
strong smell of chemicals. He's a clever young man, she thought.
CHAPTER 3
Alan had a very ordinary final class period. He played tennis during
P.E. He wished he could see the cheerleader practice and see what might
happen to Katherine, but unlike the football players with their distant
view of cheerleader practice, the tennis players played at a different
part of the school.
He wouldn't have been able to see much, even if he'd been able to watch.
Cheerleader practice started much like the first time Katherine had
been caught. Heather, now that the unexplained ban on her toying with
Katherine was over, eagerly began the practice with high leg stretches.
She immediately walked over to Katherine, and began
to finger her naked pussy while one of Katherine's feet stretched up
to her head. Her other fingers slid around the outside of her pussy
and she detected with delight that Katherine's pussy was completely
bare.
But today she didn't want to waste any time. She liked sex with men
much more than with women, but she certainly wasn't averse to playing
with a little pussy now and then, and as the week went on she had grown
increasingly aroused by the thought of what she would do with Katherine
when her chance came. She resolved that she would throw caution to the
wind and have her all for her own on Thursday.
"Katherine, it seems like your muscles are tight. Just like last
Friday. But today they're even worse. I'm afraid it seems like you've
pulled a muscle. Why didn't you say anything?" Her fingers kept
working into Katherine.
"Uh, really,
it's nothing," said a very red-faced Katherine. At the best of
times Katherine was afraid of Heather. The head cheerleader dominated
all around through sheer force of will. But on an occasion like this,
Katherine was completely petrified. Heather looked like a lioness about
to strike its helpless prey. Her steely, dark blue eyes practically
assaulted Katherine with the intensity of her gaze, and Katherine meekly
turned away.
But Katherine wondered, How is it that no one is noticing what Heather's
doing?
She was actually fairly surprised that she and Kim
had made it through the last three days of practice without anyone noticing
either of their bare pussies. The shaving really made all the difference
in helping keep the secret. Actually, given that Kim and Heather were
in on the secret, and Amy was so clueless, that only left two other
cheerleaders, Janice and Joy, to keep the secret from.
Heather walked over to one of those two cheerleaders, a girl with short,
red hair named Janice. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take Katherine
back to the lockers to see if I can't apply some cream or something
to get rid of her cramp. Can you take over here? It might take a while,
so don't wait up for us!"
Janice was fine with taking over, and soon Heather and Katherine were
across the field and at the door to the girl's locker room. As they
arrived, Heather said out of the corner of her mouth, "I don't
know why, but Kim said it was very important I had to wait until today
before we could play. But today is MY day. As soon as we get through
this door, you'd better be ready to fuck my brains out or else. I even
brought a big dildo, and you're going to use it."
At that, they walked through the door, and Heather's hands were all
over Katherine's butt and pussy like Heather couldn't wait another second,
which she couldn't.
"Wait!" cried Katherine. She was deathly
afraid of getting caught, especially since she had almost been caught
with Alan and Kim little more than an hour earlier.
"This is reckless!" Katherine moaned as Heather leaned in
to kiss her. "Let's at least take a look around."
Heather calmed down enough to see the sensibility in
that, and they quickly poked their heads all around the aisles of the
locker room to make sure no one else was there. It was completely empty,
as it almost always was during class, unless someone was very late or
there was some medical emergency like Katherine's supposed pulled muscle.
"This is crazy." Katherine said. "The coaches even come
in here sometimes." But she knew there was no way to stop Heather
once Heather wanted something. So she suggested, "Here, let's do
it in the shower. That'll give us the most warning if anyone comes in."
The two kissed each other passionately. Heather grew less aggressive
and more tender as the kiss progressed. Katherine also found herself
calming down. Then they both began to throw off their clothes. Once
they were both naked, Katherine took a good look at Heather and said,
"Damn, woman, talk about an all-over tan! What's your secret?"
"Mmm. Thanks. Talk later," Heather replied hastily as she
moved in for another kiss. "Mostly sunbathing naked in the back
yard a lot."
Katherine turned on two showerheads. "If anyone comes in, we're
just taking a couple of showers, right?"
"Right,"
said Heather. "You're smart. I like that. But you can't take off
your panties, 'cos they're painted on! How delicious!"
The two moved in for another kiss, and began to wildly grope each other's
bodies.
Heather grabbed a nearby bar of soap, and said, "As
long as we're pretending it's a shower, let's make it authentic!"
She rubbed soap all over Katherine. Soon both of them were covered in
sudsy bubbles, and the slick soapiness turned them both on all the more.
Within minutes they were down on the ground in a sixty-nine position.
Each stuck her tongue deep into the other's pussy. Katherine had never
done anything with a woman more serious than licking and fingering Kim
a bit, but she took to the new position like a fish to water. Heather
didn't even realize that Katherine was completely winging it. Katherine
just tried to imitate what Heather was doing to her. She could tell
from mews and moans when she was doing something right.
They kept going like that for a while, until they both
started to orgasm. It seemed the shuddering and climaxing would never
end. Had someone walked in then, neither girl would have noticed or
cared. Actually, it was fair odds that someone could come in at any
time. The danger of being caught only made them that much more horny,
when they took the time to remember where they were.
Finally, both were too tired
to go on, and took a break. They sat underneath the water as it poured
from the showers and regained their strength.
"Are you keeping track of time?" Katherine asked. She lazily
ran her hands over Heather's slick, bronzed skin. She added with a smile,
"I guess being forced to have sex with you isn't such a bad thing,
after all."
"The only thing I'm wearing is my watch," replied Heather.
"We've got lots of time... By the way, for such a stuck-up prude,
you can lick and finger pretty well. You seem to have some experience
with women. I had you figured all wrong. And such enthusiasm! I was
rather looking forward to really forcing you, but this is just as fun,
if not better."
"Well, you're nice!" replied Katherine sarcastically. "My
only experience with this is with Kim in the last week. And you, for
such a stuck up bitch, I have to admit you're pretty hot."
Heather let the "stuck up bitch" comment slide, since they
were so intimate at the moment.
Katherine went on, "And not too shy with women either. To think
you've been watching us cheerleaders practice every day - I can only
wonder what you've been thinking. Whatever would your boyfriend, the
star quarterback, have to say?"
"He'd get all hot and bothered if he could see us." She began
to caress Katherine's wet and glistening shoulders and boobs as if to
emphasize the point. She started to soap her again since the soap had
mostly washed away. "But that prick isn't going to get so lucky.
I just do him for the status. I've got a couple of other pricks on the
side which are much more filling and tasty."
They began to kiss, lick and finger each other all over again. Their
hands slipped and sled all over their bodies. Heather generally took
the lead, since she was much more experienced in Sapphic lovemaking.
Katherine leaned up against the wall of the shower while Heather got
on her knees behind and ate her out as the water ran down all over them.
"Wait," said Heather suddenly. "I almost forgot!"
She got up, ran to her locker and dripped water all the way. She came
back with a black dildo that wasn't too thick, but was at least a foot
long. It was handheld and not of the strap-on type.
"Mr. Excitement!" she said. "It's even got batteries."
She turned it on, and it began to shake and even rotate. "I hope
we don't get electrocuted," she giggled.
She walked towards Katherine with it. "Are you ready for this throbbing
monster?"
"Wait!" said Katherine. "I'm still a virgin! I don't
want my first time to be with Mr. Excitement!"
"I still don't feel a hymen," Heather said skeptically as
she probed deep inside Katherine's pussy with her fingers.
"I am! You know how prudish I was before last week. But now I'm
getting all slutty, and I don't think I'll be one much longer. Next
time we do it, I'll be happy to feel Mr. Excitement, but for now let
me do it to you."
Heather could
hardly object to that. "Get me off!" she cried. She turned
off the water, leaned up against the wall, and thrust her ass out.
Katherine held Mr. Excitement in her hand, but she
hesitated, happy just to soak in the view.
Katherine was staggered with Heather's beauty. The head cheerleader's
perfect butt was raised high in the air, and bent higher and higher
as Heather wriggled in anticipation for the dildo to come. A deep tan
covered every inch of Heather's privates. It made her naturally blonde
bush stand out in contrast all the more.
As if that wasn't enticing enough, Katherine loved
the way the water from the recently turned-off shower head continued
to roll down Heather's skin. Mesmerized, she watched the water roll
down Heather's back, ass, and legs, and fall to the floor.
"What's taking you so long?" Heather asked, a little bit irked.
"Just admiring the view. Sorry. ... And I can't believe this is
happening right here in the locker room."
Katherine snapped out of her reverie and put Mr. Excitement in all the
way. Then she stuck a finger in Heather's anus and began to finger her
there, even as she reached around and began to grope Heather's dangling
boobs and pinched her nipples. From the surprised and happy sounds Heather
made, it seemed the anal finger was a new experience even for the very
experienced head cheerleader.
The two went on like that for some time, until both of them were nearly
completely dry from their showers. They could have kept it up for much
longer, but their fun came to a sudden halt when they heard the door
leading from outside to the girl's locker room open.
They both froze. It took a few seconds for someone
to walk farther into to locker before they could turn and walk down
a hallway and into the showers, but that's exactly what they heard someone
doing.
Katherine thought, Shit! Caught again! Twice in
one day.
CHAPTER 4
As they separated from each other and tried to stand up, they heard
a voice, "Heather? Katherine?"
It was Amy. She turned a corner and saw them both naked in the showers
as they tried and failed to act casual. Her eyes opened wide.
"Hi Amy!" they said simultaneously, both
faking enthusiasm to see her.
"Hi! There you are!" Amy said happily and casually - she didn't
stay surprised for long. "I heard the water running. Janice sent
me to see what was taking you." She frowned, quizzically. "But
why are you two taking showers in the middle of class? ... And Heather!
What's that thing sticking out of you?!?" She pointed towards Heather's
pussy.
"Oh shit!"
both Katherine and Heather involuntarily said at once. A good six inches
of the big black dildo stuck out of Heather's pussy and into the air.
For once in her life, Heather felt totally ashamed.
Especially when she realized just how liberally her pussy juices flowed
off of the dildo. For a moment, she thought she was totally ruined,
and lamely attempted to cover herself. Heather had done a lot of wild
things, but she'd never been caught.
Katherine quickly sidled up to Heather's ear and whispered, "Don't
worry; you know how Amy is so clueless and malleable. Let me handle
this. Just follow my lead."
"Amy!" Katherine said out loud in a casual voice. "That's
a good question! Why don't you come over here and I'll explain all about
it." She had no idea what she would say, but she was stalling for
time.
"M'kay!" said a happy and completely unsuspicious Amy. "But
wait. It's wet over there. And what about practice?"
"Don't worry about practice. After all, Heather is head cheerleader
and she says this is an important part of your practice too, right Heather?"
"Right," said Heather uncertainly, still recovering from being
caught.
"We're just practicing some different kind of stuff. So just take
off your clothes and come over here. You probably could use a shower
anyway."
Amy began to take her clothes off. "Yeah, Janice is making us all
sweaty." She shucked off her clothes so enthusiastically that it
seemed as if it was a crime for her to ever wear clothing in the first
place.
As Amy took off her clothes, Katherine whispered again in Heather's
ear, "Let's have a little fun with Amy, but not too much, okay?
Follow my lead."
Heather just nodded dumbly in reply as she watched
Amy strip. She was blown away by the situation - she prided herself
on never getting caught and didn't even know what to do if she was caught.
She was so wrapped up in the situation that she'd completely forgotten
about the dildo which still obscenely protruded out of her pussy.
Amy was out of her clothes in a flash and shyly walked over towards
them with a hand over her pussy and an arm over her considerable boobs.
Katherine wasn't sure if she was happy or jealous that of all the women
in the high school these were nearly the only other two with bigger
boobs than her own, though not by much. Katherine and Heather each stood
under individual shower heads where water lightly flowed onto them.
Heather suddenly realized how bizarre Katherine must
look to a stranger: completely naked, but with black panties painted
on. She couldn't help asking Amy, "Amy, aren't you wondering about
Katherine's black panties as well?"
Amy blushed, and acted like she wanted to answer but couldn't.
"That's okay, Amy," Katherine butted in. "Heather is
the other person who knows." She turned towards Heather and added,
"Heather, I already explained to Amy the other day about the panties.
I gave her a very brief explanation about how I forgot them on Friday
and you're punishing me for forgetting by making me wear these for a
week." She emphasized the words "very brief" in the hope
that Heather would get the hint not to say anything more, such as mentioning
Kim's role.
Amy smiled, relieved that she wasn't in a bind about keeping that a
secret from Heather. "Oh, good," she said.
"Amy already knew?" said Heather, slow on the uptake.
Katherine pressed
on. "Yes. Here Amy, why don't you stand here and take a shower
while we talk. We were just finishing our own showers." She led
Amy to the showerhead next to her own.
Amy grabbed the soap and began to soap up her impressive
body. For a moment, both Heather and Katherine just watched Amy showering
and admired her remarkable, if slightly heavy, body. Amy might even
have given Heather a run for her money in the Homecoming Queen contest
if she had the right personality to go along with her calendar girl
physique.
But Katherine meanwhile still had no idea how she could explain why
a dildo stuck out of Heather's pussy, nor why the two of them had taken
so much time away from practice. She wasn't too worried now that the
shock of being caught had worn off - it was the clueless and naive Amy
after all, so the threshold for believability was pretty low. But she
still frantically searched her brain for any ideas to say.
"Amy," Katherine finally began.
"Mmmm-hmm?" cooed Amy as she enjoyed her shower.
"You know how Heather said I had a muscle cramp? Well, she started
massaging me between my legs, where my cramp was. And after while, it
felt better, but... What was really weird is, all this whitish liquid
started pouring out of my vagina. Neither of us could figure that out.
So Heather put her hands up in there to see what was happening, and
that seemed to just made it happen even more."
"Really?" said a rapt Amy. "I have the same problem too!
Remember how you, um, helped me out a few days ago?" Amy referred
to the day Katherine and Alan shaved her pussy but tried to be vague
since she wasn't sure if that also was a secret with Heather or not.
"Yeah," said Katherine. "I said that it was okay if you
touched yourself down there."
Heather looked at Katherine with a very surprised glance
and wondered what exactly they referred to. Heather knew that Katherine
was one of Amy's "protectors" from sexual mischief, so she
found Katherine's new behavior- starting from not wearing panties on
Friday up to this- extremely puzzling.
"Exactly!" said Amy, relieved since she wanted to say that,
but hadn't since that it was part of the secret, too. "So I began
touching myself there, starting that very day. And it seemed like after
I did that for a while, a liquid started to come out of me, too! Just
like your problem. I was too shy to ask my mom what it was."
"We don't know what it is either," lied Katherine, "but
I'm afraid it may be some kind of problem. So anyways... Actually, Amy,
why don't you sit down in front of us and show us what you do to make
the liquid come out?"
"M'kay!" said a happy and still soap-sudded Amy. She sat down
underneath her showerhead and pushed her fingers into her pussy and
began to rub. With both arms in her crotch, her boobs pushed out impressively.
Heather greatly desired to reach out and touch them,
boobs which were a near mirror image of her own, but she held back very
reluctantly and waited for direction from Katherine.
"Anyway," Katherine continued, "so Heather used her fingers
on me much like what you're doing right now. And this liquid kept coming
out. It would even make me shudder sometimes, and made me feel really
good, and hot too."
"Really?" interrupted Amy. "Gosh! That happens to me,
too!"
"Yeah. So Heather and I were thinking that it must be something
really serious. Heather has been helping me figure it out, in case I'm
really sick or something. I get hot like I have fever, so maybe I'm
sick."
"Oh no!" cried Amy. "That means I must be sick, too!"
"Maybe," continued Katherine. "But maybe it happens to
everyone. We weren't sure. So to test that, I thought we should check
with Heather, and see if she also leaks this fluid. So I began rubbing
her vagina, too." Katherine wanted to show with a visual example,
but Heather's pussy was still occupied with the throbbing, rotating
dildo. She appeared somewhat glassy eyed.
"Heather, why don't you show Amy what we mean?"
They all
sat now, with the water still falling on them. Heather scooted closer,
and opened up Katherine's black pussy lips. She was fascinated by the
painted lips and gushy pink interior.
Heather let out a squeal of pleasure as it suddenly
occurred to her that they weren't going to get in any trouble at all
and that in fact they could keep doing what they'd been doing with Amy
a possible extra pleasure.
She adjusted to her new role. "Yes, Amy. Take a look at this. You
see this stuff coming out?"
"Yeah?" Amy replied.
"This is the problem. And I'm not even doing anything. Watch what
happens when I start doing this." Heather worked her fingers in
and out of Katherine's pussy while Amy did the same to herself.
There was a silence for a few moments, except for the sounds of squishy
pussy noises. Then Katherine continued, "So anyways, Amy, I did
that to Heather for a while, like what she's doing to me now. And lo
and behold! She began leaking the liquid too. So Amy, do you know what
that means?"
"Wh-what?" Amy had already begun to lose it, due to the ministrations
of her fingers. She was very sensitive.
"That means you and I aren't sick! If it happens to all three of
us, three randomly-chosen women, that can't just be coincidence. It
must happen to everyone."
"Oh... Woooow..." said Amy. Drool rolled down from her mouth,
only to get washed away by the shower's water.
"So that's where this big black thing comes in," continued
Katherine and pointed to the dildo which was still buried and rotated
in Heather's pussy. "We thought, maybe if we can't stop our vaginas
from leaking, then maybe we could plug them up with something, and then
we could go back out to practice. So we looked all over for something
to use as a plug, and couldn't find anything but this thing, which is
called a dildo. It's actually made to be a pussy plug. We put it in
Heather, and it seems to be working. She still feels really good, but
she's not leaking as much, right Heather?"
"Uh? Yeah, right." Right at that moment Heather was distracted
by her own orgasms, very turned on between the sight of Amy pleasuring
herself and believing the absurd story.
"Oh woooow..." was all Amy could add, as she threw her head
back in ecstasy. Soon she and Katherine began their own powerful orgasms.
Both of them had their legs spread as wide as they could go, which was
very wide for a couple of limber cheerleaders.
Finally, Katherine said, "Amy, would you like to try? Would you
like us to stick this big dildo up your pussy and see if it also stops
you from leaking?"
"Umm, isn't she a virgin?" Heather asked Katherine quietly.
"No," replied Amy herself. "Jack Johnson raped me last
year!" She said this happily like she said most things, as if she
described getting an A on a test and not a rape.
The Mr. Excitement dildo popped out. "Here," said Heather
to Katherine. Heather was too lost in an erotic fog to do much by this
point.
Katherine said
to Amy, "Okay, get on all fours and spread your legs real wide
again. Then I'll push the dildo in."
Amy immediately did what she was told. Katherine slowly
pushed the dildo into Amy's pussy, inch by inch. At least six inches
stuck out when it was all the way in.
Both Heather and Katherine were incredibly turned on
by Amy's eagerness to assume such an obscene position, without even
really knowing why she did it.
"The only problem with this strange dildo thing," added Katherine,
"is that it won't keep still! I don't know what it's for, but it
keeps shaking all over the place, and turning around. But it appears
to be working, do you think?"
"Yes? Oh gosh! Yes!" screamed Amy. "It feels... fantastic!"
Amy writhed around for several minutes. Amy remained in her position
of practically doing the splits. She wore a wide, gleeful smile.
Katherine sat behind her and "assisted" the
dildo as she ran her hands all around Amy's ass while she pushed the
dildo in and out. She "discovered" Amy's clitoris and the
wonderful feelings it could cause when tweaked. They all agreed that
was another mystery that needed more exploration and understanding.
Heather felt a bit neglected to be without Katherine or Mr. Excitement,
but she was nonetheless plenty aroused frigging herself while she watched
Amy from behind.
Eventually, Katherine stole a glance at Heather's watch. Then she sternly
said, "Heather, look at the time. I really think you should return
to the cheerleading practice. I'm surprised Janice didn't send someone
else after Amy to see what's keeping her too. Go back there and tell
them that I got really sick despite you trying to help, and that Amy
helped take me home. We'll finish up here and go home early. Other girls
are going to start finishing their sports and coming in here and taking
showers soon, so it's really all over anyways."
Heather sighed. She wanted their fun to keep going on and on. She still
hadn't been able to play with Amy's ample tits yet. Heather wanted to
be in control, but clearly Katherine was much more in the know and thus
took charge in this situation. "Okay, I guess," said a reluctant
Heather as she got up and began to dry herself off.
Katherine turned to Amy. "Amy, I know it feels good, but you have
to finish, too. When it comes to most things with pussies, um, I mean
vaginas, it's good to keep them completely secret. You don't want anyone
to see you doing this, ever. This is another super-secret, okay? You
won't talk to anyone about this except Heather and me, when we're in
private. Together, the three of us will solve this leaking problem.
Okay?"
"M'kay!" said Amy happily. Then she frowned and looked over
at Heather putting on her clothes. When she pulled the dildo from her
nether regions, she held it up as it dripped pussy juice everywhere
and asked, "But do you guys mind if I borrow this for a little
while? It's really neat!"
Katherine realized with great relish that her time to be fucked by Alan
would come very soon. But there was one problem: she wanted her first
fuck with her brother to be perfect, and not marred by her funny, painted
black butt. So she grabbed a rough brush she had brought along for the
occasion and rubbed all of the paint off of her. She also had Amy help
out.
Thanks to the right implements, Amy's help, and the
desire to get the job done as fast as possible instead of playing around,
the paint came off in ten minutes instead of the hour it took Alan.
Other girls began to come into the locker room right as they finished
up.
CHAPTER 5
Meanwhile, back on their quiet suburban street, Susan was lost in her
erotic thoughts. She could hardly wait until her husband left for work
and her children left for school so she could get naked. And get naked
she did.
Oh, dear Lord, I'm so depraved, she thought
to herself as she took off her clothes, even as she looked out the front
window and saw her husband drive away towards work. I'm growing worse
every day! Please, please, I beg of you, Lord, please give me the strength
to resist temptation! You know what I speak of. My son. My dreamboat,
handsome son. So kind. So innocent. So... Arrgh! I'm getting carried
away here. My point is, Lord, I have to resist, don't I? Please! Answer
my prayers. Give me a sign, some kind of sign. Tell me what I should
do!
By the time Susan had all her clothes off. She moved away from the front
window for fear that someone might see. As she walked towards the kitchen
with her clothes in her hands, she thought, There's nothing wrong
with just being naked. It's not like I'm doing anything immoral. We're
all naked before the Lord anyways, right? I just need to release my
urges in a private, harmless way. I don't know why, but taking off my
clothes makes me feel sooo good. I really don't know why. Maybe it's
because I imagine Alan looking at me. What if he could see me right
now, what would he do? Would he want to do nasty things to me? Like,
would he want to take his magnificent, hard... No. Don't think those
thoughts Susan. Just let your mind go blank. ... I think I'll just clean
up the kitchen a bit dressed like this.
Susan raised
her arms above her head and stretched. Aaaaahhhh.... This feels great.
I have nothing to be ashamed about with my body. As a matter of fact,
I'm pretty damn good-looking. That's what people say, at least. And
the way that my Tiger looks at me sometimes shows that... No. I can't
think like that. God, give me strength! Please, Lord, please!
She put her clothes on the kitchen counter and picked up a sponge. Then
she paused. Ahhh, shit. Who am I kidding? This nakedness isn't enough.
I've gotta go masturbate, like, NOW, just like I did yesterday at this
time, and the day before that. I'm doing it too much! Too many times
a day. It's like I've become addicted.
But just then she heard the front door open. Oh holy mother of God!
Suzanne! Shit! Susan dropped the sponge and ran frantically down
a hall way and into the lower bathroom before Suzanne could see her
in her complete nakedness.
How stupid of me, she thought bitterly. Suzanne
is coming over sooner and sooner these days. She's not even giving me
time for a quick masturbation after the kids leave. Damn! And worse,
what am I going to wear now?
She looked around the bathroom. To her great relief, she realized a
hamper for dirty clothes was in it. She fished around and found a top
and skirt of hers that weren't noticeably dirty. She put them on. Then
she flushed the toilet, to help explain her absence to Suzanne.
Elsewhere in the house, Suzanne walked around to look for her best friend.
When she reached the kitchen she saw the pile of clothes still on the
kitchen counter. Hmm. This is odd, to say the least. Susan is normally
so neat. I wonder if this was what she wore earlier. I'll have to ask
Alan or Katherine later on what their mother had on at breakfast. Hmm.
Susan came out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen. "Hey, friend,"
she said to Suzanne as she smiled and waved, and Suzanne replied in
kind as she sat down at the counter. But Susan had a guilty look on
her face - she was a horrible actress and a bad liar. Then, when Suzanne
saw her pile of clothes on the counter, her guilty smile turned to open-mouthed
horror.
Susan lamely tried to cover for their presence. "Oh,
what a mess. Here, let me put these away." She took the clothes
and went to put them in the same hamper where she came from.
As Suzanne was left alone, she thought to herself, She's acting guilty
as hell about those clothes. What's going on here? Think, Suzanne, think.
... Wait, I get it! She must have been naked in the kitchen when I came
in. I thought I heard some running around. I must have interrupted ...
what? Why was she naked in the kitchen, all alone? Doing the dishes
naked, maybe? There's a sponge on the floor here. Wait a minute. I know
what this means. She's so fucking horny all the time now that she's
naked or masturbating, or both, every chance she gets! Why, Ron only
left a couple of minutes ago. I saw the car drive away.
She's tearing off her clothes just as soon as she
can get the chance! That gets ME so hot! Fuck! To think she was so frigid
all these years; now she's like a nymphomaniac. And it's my scheme pushing
her to Alan that's doing it. This is so great. If she has any bisexual
tendencies at all, my bigger scheme to bed the whole Plummer family
is really going to come true! No shit! Damn!
Suzanne was lost in a reverie. She had the most blissful and joyous
expression on her face, as if she'd just won the lottery. A quizzical
"Suzanne?" from Susan snapped her out of it.
Now it was Suzanne's turn to look guilty. But Suzanne was a much better
actress. She covered up her true feelings within seconds. "Sorry,
drifted off there for a second. I guess I'm still waking up. Still dreaming."
"I know the feeling," Susan said perhaps a bit too truthfully.
"Must have been a good dream."
"It's a great one, Susan. My favorite fantasy."
"Oh, sounds fun. What is it?" Susan asked happily. Her earlier
guilt and nervousness were gone.
"I can't tell you just yet. Maybe someday. What's your favorite
fantasy?"
Susan's guilt flooded back. She stammered, "I, uh, uh, I, I can't
tell either." She turned away and blushed.
How cute, Suzanne thought. Talk about being able to read someone
like a book. As if we don't both know exactly who she's thinking about
in her fantasy. But I just love Susan for her cute and innocent ways
like this. What an angel. To think this shy and proper woman was just
standing in this same room a couple of minutes ago, completely starkers.
It beggars the imagination. ... I must be getting in her way though.
I'll bet she'd love nothing better than to fuck herself into unconsciousness,
right now, thinking about her hunky son. She must be hoping that I'll
leave. This is all getting me so hot, I'd better go do myself back at
my place. Good thing no one else is home.
"You know, Susan, I just thought of something. I'd love to sit
and chat like this all day, but it occurred to me I actually have an
important errand to run. For once in my life."
Susan laughed, but it was still nervous laughter.
"I'd better get going. Let's hang out later. I'll be back in say,
two hours?"
"Perfect!" said Susan. That'll give me plenty of time to
rub myself. I'm still so worked up!
After a few more pleasantries, Suzanne went back to her house next door.
Just as Susan had done with her husband, she watched Suzanne go and
waited until the coast was clear. Then she shucked her clothes off.
She ran upstairs and hopped in bed. Despite her eagerness to be naked,
she still could only masturbate in two places: under the covers of her
bed, or in the shower.
Once she returned to her own house, Suzanne took the other alternative:
the shower. For security's sake, she didn't dare walk around naked or
frig herself just anywhere, in case her son or husband happened to come
home for some bizarre reason.
At first
she frigged herself wildly in the shower until she came with a feverish
intensity. Then, exhausted, she got out, soaking wet, and sat down in
the bathroom to rest. She started to think some more, and slowly grew
aroused again.
As she ran her hands slowly over her legs, she thought, Boy, that
Susan is really something. My seemingly decades-long quest to get her
to become more cultured - go to plays, the opera, listen to classical
music, appreciate fine wine - it hasn't been terribly successful. But
then I try to get her to go after her own son, and she's become a hopeless
case in a matter of weeks! This is so much more fun than my culture
lessons.
But this path is also full of danger. Not Ron or my husband - who
cares about them? The problem is, Susan and Alan might get so into each
other that they'll completely forget about me. After all, they have
that whole taboo / forbidden fruit appeal thing going on, not to mention
such a long and close loving relationship. And I always thought I could
out-sexy any woman, but Susan is easily at least my match with her body.
I just have three things in my favor, over her. One: a readiness to
go farther with him, and faster. With any luck, I can be his first fuck.
Two: a more devious and scheming mind, and greater awareness. Three:
much greater sexual experience. That's key. That'll be my main weapon
to win both of them. I'm sure I can lick and suck and kiss and fuck
way better than Susan. And Katherine too, for that matter.
Mmm. Katherine. Now there's another sexy Plummer to ponder. Suzanne's
hands had wandered over her wet skin, but now they started to converge
on her ready and leaking pussy. What I wouldn't give to get my hands
in her sweet hole, instead of my own! I wonder how things are faring
between her and my Sweetie. Mmm. Imagine those two going at it together.
There's a sexy thought. Very sexy...
Suzanne lost her train of thought for a couple of minutes as she fantasized
being a fly on the wall while Susan's two children fucked each other.
But after she climaxed, she returned to her strategic thinking. Those
two are going to fuck, for sure. But Katherine's like Susan: way too
chaste and prudish. Since I haven't been wearing Katherine down as much
as Susan, it'll take longer for the daughter's restraints to give way.
Suzanne was dead wrong on that last surmise, because she didn't realize
that Katherine had a long-standing secret lust for her brother. Not
only that, but she didn't do enough snooping about Katherine's behavior.
She thought a little about the need for more snooping. I wish I was
closer to Katherine so I could really know what she's thinking. It would
be great if we were close the way Susan and I are, and shared all our
secrets. I should find out soon how things stand between those kids.
I know things are starting to develop, but just how far have they gone
already?
Given Alan and Katherine's goody-goody reputations, and Alan's lack
of aggressiveness, Suzanne would never have guessed in a million years
that the two teenagers had plans to fuck each other that very afternoon.
But if she would have known, she wouldn't have been too terribly upset.
It fit in with her overall plan to break down all the sexual barriers.
CHAPTER 6
Later in the day and back at school, Amy and Katherine waited for school
to end. They found a place to hide from the other cheerleaders, since
Amy was supposed to have taken Katherine home already. They hid for
about ten minutes after class, until school had mostly cleared out.
In the meantime, they talked. Katherine wouldn't let Amy borrow the
Mr. Excitement dildo, but told Amy that she had another one at home,
and Amy could come by some time and use that one.
Amy was also very sad that neither Katherine nor Alan
shaved her pussy more often. After all, they told her that it needed
to be shaved frequently, especially in the first week. Katherine promised
that both she and Alan would be happy to shave Amy's pussy very frequently
that weekend, if the opportunity presented itself. Amy was exceptionally
happy to hear that.
But Katherine was pissed at having to sit and wait for the school to
clear out with Amy. Alan is expecting me! We finally get to fuck,
but here I have to wait? Arrgh! When she finally deemed enough
time had passed, she raced home on her bike as fast as she could and
left Amy on her bike far behind.
Alan nervously waited for his sister at home when she arrived about
10 minutes later than expected. The two of them had already paved the
way for their upcoming fuck session, and even future ones, the night
before. They told Susan that a new club had formed, called the S Club,
or Service Club. They said it was a club devoted to doing good deeds
in the community, kind of like the Key Club, another club already popular
at the school. There actually were clubs called the S Club which did
just that, which was how Alan got the idea, but there was no established
chapter in their high school yet so it made a great cover story.
The two further explained that tomorrow was the first
meeting, and since the club had just started out, they would meet every
Monday and Thursday. The membership was very small, because meetings
were being held off-campus. Therefore, they needed to borrow the car.
That was a necessary lie, because Kim's house was quite a distance away.
So Susan was delighted and readily agreed to loan the car any time they
needed it for S Club. She encouraged them to join more such clubs, especially
since it would look good on the college applications, which were coming
up soon. Susan even offered to drive them there, but Alan said that
would make them look uncool to the other club members, who all had their
own cars. (Surprisingly for such a rich family Alan didn't yet have
his own car, but his father's car was essentially his since Ron was
never around.)
Alan and Katherine managed to fuck each other with their mother's full
approval, in a certain sense. The ever-resourceful Alan had managed
to procure a box of condoms as well. Kim also phoned them and gave the
all-clear sign, so everything was ready.
Alan drove. As they got in the car, Alan said, "Sis, you scared
the shit out of me. I thought for sure you chickened out. Those last
minutes before you showed up I was practically having a panic attack."
"Are you kidding, Big Tasty Brother? I wouldn't miss this for the
world! You're going to make me a woman!" They both settled in their
car seats in the driveway, and Katherine leaned over to kiss Alan on
the mouth.
He let the kiss linger, but when it was done he looked around frantically
and said, "You're trying to kill me, you know that? We're still
in our own frigging driveway! Mom could see! Just wait a few minutes,
please!" He started the car.
"Sorry, Bro. Or should I say, Big Hard Sister-fucking Brother."
"Hey wait a sec." He put his head down on the steering wheel
and inwardly groaned. "Sis, when you say things like that I feel
so torn. Is what we're thinking of doing here really right? Is it, is
it wrong? Even if you say no, isn't it going to end badly? Don't you
feel a bad end?"
She held his head in her hands and turned it to look at her. "Listen
to me, Alan. This isn't wrong. I love you. You love me. Forget about
the mores of the town. I don't care what they think or even know what
the law is on this. This feels right. You know it, and I know it. We
love each other and always have, and this isn't going to end badly because
we still will always be in love, no matter what happens. And Mom will
love us even if we rob a bank. So let's just forget everything and have
fun. I know I'm going to have a hell of a good time, and love every
single, unforgettable second."
That made him smile. He kissed her deeply, though quickly. He was glad
that he had, for he tasted a pleasing hint of mint on her lips and could
smell the musky aroma of her skin. "I don't doubt you will. And
you're probably right about everything. It just feels so momentous.
It takes my breath away. But I'm so excited too. I'm so trembly. Let's
get going before I die of anticipation." He turned the car engine
on.
"Tell me about it!" she enthused. "I just get so uncontrollably
excited thinking about the fact that we're going to be making love in
mere minutes! I'm so turned on! Not only that, but the most interesting
thing happened to me at school today."
"Tell me about it," Alan said as he drove the car out into
the street. He thought whatever she would have to say could take his
mind off of his lingering doubts.
While he drove the car down the road, Katherine talked dirty and told
him the hot and sexy story of what had happened to Heather, Amy, and
herself during cheerleader practice. Since Susan might see them leave
or return, they had to wear relatively normal clothing. Alan wore a
T-shirt and long pants, and Katherine wore short shorts and a tube top
that had a slit down the front and exposed all of her cleavage.
As they sped through traffic, Alan could look over
and see Katherine's magnificent boobs jiggle and shake. He blessed the
car's bad shock absorbers. He admitted that her boobs weren't nearly
as big as the almost unnaturally sized tits of his mother or Suzanne,
but they would still be the subject of masturbatory fantasies for just
about any guy at school.
He thought, Between Amy and Sis, I've got the inside
track on at least half of the most jaw-droppingly beautiful and big-breasted
girls in the school. And then there are certain other women at home.
Definitely a one in a million or even billion situation. Wow.
But right now he could think of little else but Katherine.
Within a few blocks of leaving the house, she sat down in the space
in front of the passenger's seat so Alan could better see the show she
put on. She grasped at her breasts and pulled down her short shorts
past her knees so she could frig herself. Alan was freaked out that
she now wore nothing but a tube top, but as she was crouched down, no
one could really see what she did or what she didn't wear.
As she continued
to tell her arousing story, she reached over and placed her hands on
the bulge in Alan's pants. She
began to massage it through the clothing.
Alan
prayed that they would get to Kim's house soon, before he had an accident.
Between her story and her hands, his doubts completely disappeared from
his mind. Lust took over.
She stopped telling her story and said to Alan, "You really need
to get new pants, because this one has a defective zipper. Look - it's
unzipping all by itself!" She pulled his zipper down as she said
this.
Alan placed his hand over the hole in his pants she just opened to prevent
her from going any further. "Sis, you can't! I'm driving, for fuck's
sake. How would you like to get us killed right before our big moment?"
She was unfazed, and giggled, "Hey, don't blame me - it's the zipper."
Alan had to keep at least one hand on the wheel, so with more hands
she managed to get his hand out of the way and pull his penis out of
his pants.
"No, Katherine, no!" he cried in a very agitated state. "Please!
I beg you!" They stopped at a stop light, and he pulled at the
hair on his head with both hands in frustration and sexual arousal.
"We're gonna die. I know it. Die." He said this dramatically
and fatalistically. The car started moving again, and as though to drive
the point home, he nearly struck a mailbox on the side of the road and
missed it, he was sure, by mere inches.
"See?!?" he griped. When the car came to
a rest at another stop light he stared at her wide-eyed with fear even
as she steadied herself from the slight jolt. Luckily no police cars
were around to see the near-accident. Alan was worried the police would
think he was driving drunk.
"Chill already," Katherine chided him. "Okay, fine. If
you're such a bad driver, your loss. I suppose this wouldn't be the
best time to die. I won't give you a blowjob after all, and I'll take
it easy until we come to stops at the traffic lights. Like this one."
She frantically jacked him
off until the light changed and then just kept the penis throbbing in
her hands as he drove on while she waited for the next light. She resumed
her story, but Alan was too focused on her hands and trying to prevent
an accident to pay attention to her words anymore. Still, her ministrations
on his penis didn't really stop, they just slowed down, and it drove
him out of his mind with desire. He passed a few hotels on the way to
Kim's house and seriously thought about stopping and running into one
of them with her, unable to hold out even another five minutes.
CHAPTER 7
After a fifteen-minute drive, they finally reached Kim's house. They
were both so worked up that neither of them had the slightest reluctance
to fuck each other anymore. Alan pulled the car into Kim's driveway
and they ran into Kim's house as fast as their feet could carry them.
Alan sported such a massive wet spot around his groin area that it looked
almost as though he'd pissed on himself. But he didn't care how funny
he looked - he just wanted to get to a bed.
Katherine practically ran over Kim, who stood in the front doorway to
open the door. Kim was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform, which
showed off her trim and petite figure nicely. Katherine briefly French
kissed and groped her then frantically asked, "Where's the bedroom?"
It was clear that she did not want to waste another moment. If her voice
wasn't a clear enough indicator, then her nipples certainly were; they
were so erect that even her areolae looked puffier than usual.
Kim just smiled and pointed
upstairs, and brother and sister ran upstairs in a flash.
They sat on the bed, as Katherine urged, "Quick, Alan, get the
condoms!" They'd had plenty of foreplay in the car, and were ready
to dive right in.
Clothes flew into the air, and Alan fumbled around with the condoms.
Katherine impulsively reached out for Alan's hand. She suddenly appeared
calm as she said, "Brother, thank you. I know that this is going
to be the greatest, most exciting day of my life. And the best part
has just started! In a minute, neither of us are going to be virgins
anymore."
The two held hands for a brief pause. He looked in his sister's brown
eyes, saw the passion and excitement there, and said, "I love you,
Little Sister!"
She looked back with a high, rosy color in her cheeks, and said, "I
love you, too, Big Brother! And I'm so glad we've found a new way of
loving each other." They kissed with passionate intensity. Katherine's
heaving breasts brushed against Alan's chest; her nipples were hardened
rocks which poked into him like hot coals.
Katherine finally pulled him away. "That's great, but let's not
wait another second!" She lay down on Kim's bed, face up, and said,
"I'm waiting for your big cock!" To further illustrate her
words, she opened her thighs wide and ran an index finger over rigid
clit, which was engorged and stood out from its hood proudly.
Alan sat up on
the bed, straddled her, and positioned his penis above her fuck hole.
Drops of pre-cum fell onto her shaven mound. He looked at her and she
wordlessly gave approval for him to go on as she hooked her heels around
his waist. He took a big breath and tried to clear his mind. His
whole world, now, was his sexy, lust-filled sister.
His smaller sister practically writhed beneath his body in anticipation,
hot and willing to accept him into her body fully and completely. She
breathed up at him quickly. She thought, I feel like I've just run
a marathon, and we haven't even started to fuck yet!
He pushed the penis down into her. It slid down ever-so-slowly
into her very tight pussy. Every sensation in his body seemed to disappear
for a moment, except for a spine-tingling focus on every nerve-ending
on his dick. Warmth, wetness, tightness and softness - those were the
sensations which filled his mind. And, as wonderful as it felt to slowly,
achingly slide his insistent penis into his sister's depths, even more
wonderful was the sense of oneness and love he felt radiating between
himself and his sister like an invisible field of energy.
There were a million things he could say, but all he
could manage was a guttural "Ugggh!"
"Oh, yeeeeesssss!" she yelled in return, a cry of release
and pleasure. Although she'd never had a penis inside herself before,
from the very first instant it was in her, it felt fantastic. She felt
the fullness, heat and rigidity of her brother's penis as it moved and
throbbed deep within her. His whole body covered her and enveloped her.
They fiercely clutched their hands together.
Already she began to feel the onset of mini-climaxes,
even though Alan had not yet begun to move inside her body. She was
very glad that her hymen had been broken in an accident five or so years
ago, so there was no pain or blood. She could feel her brother's hot
breath beat down on her neck.
Alan slowly pushed
his penis in until he felt it could go no further, sure that he'd hit
the impassable entrance to his breathless sister's cervix. He stayed
there for just a moment, to enjoy the feeling of being so deep within
her, until she subtly wiggled her hips beneath him. She was eager for
more.
So he slowly began to pull it back out. The coolness
of the air around the shaft of his penis as it emerged was an extreme
contrast to the heated depths he'd enjoyed just a second before. Then
he pushed in again slowly, as though driven by a deep, primal urge.
Then out. In and out.
He built up a rhythm and
reveled in the fact that his sister, too, had begun to move in sync
with his gentle thrusts. His sister, cheerleader or not, had always
seemed so soft and fragile to his protective, brotherly mind that he
didn't want to hurt her. When her upward thrusts became more powerful,
such fears were quickly put to rest and he began to push his thick meat
into her body all the way up to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around
the back of his, holding on to him as if she were on a wild roller coaster
ride.
"Yeeeeeessss! My brother is fucking me!" Katherine screamed
at the top of her lungs as her plentiful breasts moved madly with the
motion of Alan's thrusts. The sound carried into every room of Kim's
house, but Kim had assured them earlier that they could yell to their
heart's content and the neighbors would never hear, provided they kept
the windows closed.
Kim meanwhile sat in the room next door and fucked
her own pussy with a dildo as she got off on their sounds and screams.
Even from a room away, she could already start to smell the pungent
odor of their sex. It drove her wild with envy and passion. She shoved
the dildo as deep inside her as it could go as she imagined what it
would feel like to be in Katherine's position just one room away.
"We're fucking! We're fucking!" screamed Alan joyously. He,
too, reveled in the freedom to yell to his heart's content, after weeks
of furtively and quietly sneaking around in his secret sexual life.
He yelled as loud as he could, "I'm fucking my own sister, and
I don't care! Wooo yeah!!!"
Their thrusts were no longer anything like the soft
shoves from a moment before - they were steaming along in an insistent
and solid rhythm. Alan pistoned his penis into her as deep as it would
go and marveled at the hot-cold-hot-cold sensation of each insertion
and extraction of his penis as it pounded into her, seemingly on its
own volition.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she yelled in time to his thrusts
as her large bosoms slapped against his body. "More! More!"
There was no pretense at drawing anything out. They
just wanted to cum as fast as humanly possible. Arms and legs became
a blur of activity as they threw their bodies into one another and the
powerful scent of sex literally poured out into the room from where
they were joined in incestuous abandon. Things moved at a feverish pitch
until neither brother nor sister could hold back any longer. Both teenagers
stiffened as their bodies cried out for release. They reached climax
together while yelling a seemingly endless stream of incoherent screams.
Alan felt his jism course through his prick, like a fire hose suddenly
filling up with water. Then his semen exploded out of his penis and
filled the depths of his sister's vagina. Alan thought, I'm doing
it! I'm doing it! It's happening! He continued to push his penis
deep inside her and, almost instinctually, stopped on the downstroke
so that he could completely fill her up with his seed.
Katherine could feel the coursing and throbbing of his penis, timed
to the beat of his heart, and then the splash of his seed filled her
pussy, flooding her with a tremendous warmth. All of a sudden it occurred
to her that she shouldn't be feeling such sensations. The condom!
Where's the condom? Too busy kissing - we forgot! Ah, hell. Just sit
back and enjoy it. Oh fuck! God! So good! Screw it! Screw ME!
She calmed down enough to begin making sense with her
screaming, and shrieked, "Screw me! Screw me! Screw me!" over
and over.
Alan collapsed onto Katherine. The two just lay quietly for a minute,
as they recuperated and breathed heavily from their exertion. Both of
them could feel Alan's semen as it slowly bubbled out of Katherine's
cum-filled pussy and around her brother's semi-erect penis. He rose
just slightly enough off her body so that he could look into her eyes.
All he saw there, as she looked back up at him, was love, tenderness
and deep appreciation.
Alan asked, "Did that hurt at all?"
"Not in the slightest," she replied. "It felt like your
cock was born to be inside of me. A finger or dildo just doesn't compare
with the real thing! Now that I know how good it feels, I want your
cock inside of me every minute. Every minute of the day. Tiger,"
- she strangely used their mother's term of endearment for him for the
first time - "do you promise to fuck me every minute of the day,
for the rest of our lives? Will you make me your complete fuck tool?"
"I'll try my best," he answered, and laughed gaily. Yes!
Yes! a joyous voice inside his head continually shouted while she
happily squirmed in joy beneath him. He was on the highest of highs.
He thought out loud, "You know, it's really amazing
to finally fuck a woman. But for that woman to be you, my sister, it's
just out of control. I can't believe it."
Katherine hugged him firmly, and said, "I know. It's my first time
too. We're on the same wavelength. But let's do it again, already!"
"Okay! I should have no problem getting ready to go with you to
arouse me. But you know, it's funny, I'm really thirsty all of the sudden."
"I'll get you some water!" they heard Kim yell at them. They
hadn't closed their door and she could hear even their whispers.
A minute later she walked in with a glass of water in her hand. She
was buck naked now like them, and pussy juice visibly dripped down her
legs. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'll leave you two
alone for your special time together, but I just had to say you two
are fantastic."
She handed the water to Alan. "I'm shaking like
an earthquake in the next room, just from hearing the sounds of you
two. I can't wait to watch, or even get that big thing stuffed inside
of me. I wish I had a brother to fuck too, but I'm an only child. Now
drink up, big boy, and give us round two."
They all smiled at each other. "Alan, your fuck
toy is waiting for you," Kim added in a husky voice, with a strong
emphasis on "fuck toy." She walked back out of the room.
CHAPTER 8
Alan said to Katherine, "I like the sound of that, what Kim just
said: fuck toy. Are you my fuck toy?"
"You know
it!" she replied enthusiastically. "I live just to be fucked
by you! Now I can tell you something. I've wanted your thing deep inside
me even before you started your medical treatment. I've secretly wanted
it for years, ever since I saw you naked and aroused in the shower one
day. That's why I never went all the way with any guy, and was so prudish.
Well, that, and trying to be like Mom.
She continued, "But I don't think I ever would
have acted on it if it weren't for what happened these past few weeks.
I figured you were - and still are - such a goodhearted, morally upstanding
guy that you'd hate me if I expressed any sexual feelings towards you.
And I was chicken. God, I was unhappy sexually and didn't really understand
why. I could barely even admit my feelings to myself. But now that's
all over, thank God, 'cos I have you."
Alan was very surprised by all that. He was fairly
amazed she would eagerly call herself a fuck toy and the rest was even
more amazing. He never had the slightest clue she felt this way. He
decided he'd mentally absorb all this information later and just get
back to fucking.
He made to slip his penis in her again as she sat on top of him, but
she stopped him. "Wait a sec, Big Pussy-stuffing Brother. This
time, let's use a condom." Even as she said this, a few drops of
the cum Alan had already spent inside her pussy dribbled out onto his
now-erect penis.
"Oh fuck! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot!"
"Don't worry. I know someone in school who has some of those day-after
pills. I'll take one just to be on the safe side. Actually, I'm really
glad you forgot. It's sooooo good to feel your naked flesh in there
and not the latex of a condom. But we should start getting in the condom
habit. Next time. For now, what's done is done, so fill me up. Let's
not leave the little spermies in there all lonely. Give them some new
friends!"
She'd sat with his penis poised at her pussy lips and lowered herself
down onto it, driving it all the way in her. Alan commented, "Man,
you are one sexy woman. Dangerously horny, too."
"Mmm. Big Sexy Sweaty Brother, this time let's take our time."
She clenched her pussy muscles tightly and wiggled her bottom. The feeling
of fullness while she sat on top of her brother with his penis buried
so far up inside of her nearly overwhelmed her, it felt so great.
Alan was happy with that idea. They proceeded much more slowly, like
they fucked in slow motion. He gradually pushed his penis deeper and
deeper, up to the very hilt, and then pulled back just as slowly until
all but the tip of his penis was out of her pussy. Then he did it again.
And again. He watched with awe as his sister's tits began to bounce
slowly with each upward thrust of his penis.
"God, I can hardly wait until you cum inside me
again!" she sighed with a shudder.
"I would say what you just said really turned me on," he responded,
"But there's no way I can be any more turned on than I am already.
... It's funny, 'cos I never really thought about you in that way. You
know, before this all started. Boy was I wrong! Jesus. Just think about
all the wasted nights with our bedrooms across the hall from each other,
and no fucking going on. What a tragic waste! Now, help me make up for
lost time."
She sighed sadly. "Don't remind me! I feel the
exact same thing. It's like a physical pain to think about all the opportunities
we missed. You're just gonna have to fuck me that much more to make
it up to me."
Katherine rose up just the tiniest bit to give him more room to thrust
up into her tight, cum-drenched pussy. He pounded her relentlessly and
ever so slowly increased his pace. Then they rolled back over so that
he lay on top of her and they kissed and ran their hands everywhere.
There wasn't as much screaming now since they were too busy kissing.
The two siblings basked in the warmth and glow of their love-making.
Just as the pace reached a frenzied climax, he pulled out altogether.
She suddenly felt empty inside, like someone had taken a part of her
body away from her, and hated the feeling. "What are you doing?!?!"
she yelled incredulously. "Why did you stop? Fuck me more! Harder!
Fuck me now!"
From the next room they heard Kim yell, "Yeah, what's the big deal?
Give her what I need! I mean, what she needs!"
"Slow down, you two," Alan said, as he tapped the head of
his penis on his sister's red and swollen clit. That made Katherine
arch her back in response, hopeful that she could impale herself on
his fuck stick. "In these few weeks of my limited sexual experience,
I learned that delayed gratification is twice as sweet. Let's hold off
as long as we can and take our time. Not only that, but I DO have some
condoms in a pocket somewhere around here, so I might as well use one
before I cum again."
They caressed and kissed until Alan's penis was ready with a second
wind. He put a condom on, then started again slowly and caressed her
gently as he slowly pumped his hips.
There was a very obvious difference with the condom
on. While Alan's penis still felt very warm inside Katherine's hot,
tight pussy, there was no sense of wetness and the skin-to-skin contact
had completely disappeared. It was still pleasurable to fuck his sister,
even with the condom on, but if he had to choose, he far preferred going
bareback. Still, though, he figured that he would have to get used to
the feeling of a condom, at least until the birth control pills from
nurse Akami would begin to have their effect on Katherine.
He began to pound his sister with renewed vigor. In
a sense, the desensitization of the condom actually helped to prolong
his stamina, which was undoubtedly a good thing for her.
"Last time was good," said Katherine, "but give me all
you've got this time!"
"Hey, I gave you all I had last time," he
chuckled.
"Give me more! Even more! Fuck me! Go deep! Break
me in two! Fuuuuccckkkk meeeeeeee!"
Alan gladly obeyed her. He literally bounced his hips
up and down on her body, making his shaft slide thoroughly in and out
of her. He would rise up and his penis would be completely exposed to
the air and then he would pile-drive the pole right back into her upturned
pussy as far as he could go. They screamed and squirmed and climaxed.
Sweat flew everywhere and Alan's cum squished out of the condom as it
filled to overflowing all over the outer lips of Katherine's well-used
vagina.
As they lay back and rested again, Kim poked her head into the room.
"Thumbs up on round two, y'all," she said as she flashed them
the thumbs-up sign. They all laughed, and then Kim said, "That
gives me an idea," and stuck her thumb up her pussy. Everyone laughed
again.
Katherine said, "Good idea," and stuck Alan's thumb up hers.
As Kim walked out of the room, she said, "Do either of you want
anything this time?"
Katherine yelled back, "I'll take my brother's wide, thick, meaty
cock deep in my pussy, please! And I'm thirsty, too. But don't get me
a drink - I know just where to get all the tangy sweet cum I could ever
need! At least until they put it on the cafeteria menu." She switched
positions and began to suck his penis.
"Hey," said Alan. "You can do that anytime. Let's fuck
some more, and when I'm ready to shoot, you can suck me off."
"That's a
hard sell, mister," giggled Katherine. He sat back, and she sat
up on all fours, and poked her ass towards his face. "This time,
let's try doggy-style! So many things I've been reading about that I
can finally try out for real."
Alan thrust his hips forwards at the same time Katherine
thrust her ass backwards. Alan was amazed at the difference between
this and fucking a motionless body. They worked in perfect rhythm. Not
only did her pussy muscles clench each time she thrust back at him,
but his own posture made it possible to thrust with less exertion, which
meant that he would last even longer.
Then there was the feel of her ass, as it pushed back
against his hips. It was so soft, smooth, and warm that he couldn't
help but to grab hold of her by both hips and luxuriate in the feeling
of her skin even as he watched his penis disappear and reappear. Each
time he pulled out of his sister's moist pussy, her inner lips seemed
to drag along with his shaft, like they were still joined even when
he pulled out. Alan decided, Doggy-style is definitely most excellent.
I could do this for days!
Sure enough, Alan kept his promise to let Katherine swallow his load
even though he would have enjoyed filling her with his cum again. When
he pulled out after many minutes of doggy-style fucking, she was right
there to drink it up his soaring ropes. He was fairly amazed that she
didn't mind that his penis was covered with her own pussy juices (he
hadn't even thought about using a condom, but she knew it was the safest
time of the month for her). She seemed fearlessly ready to try anything
sexual.
CHAPTER 9
After their third time, they were both
so tired that they instantly fell asleep. Half an hour later, Kim had
to come in and wake them up.
"Sleepyheads," she said and she shook them, "you're missing
out on your very limited fuck time. You only have another half-hour
before you need to take a shower and get cleaned up. S Club meetings
can only last so long, even fake ones, and my mom will be getting home
soon."
"Oh, Mom!" they both said in whining voices. Alan pleaded,
"Can't we fuck just a little bit longer, Mom? Pleeaaase?"
Kim stood naked above them, playing the role of a stern and tut-tutting
mother. She folded her arms under her medium-sized tits and glared disapprovingly.
"I'm sorry. I don't go for all this fucking stuff. You two need
to get back to your Service Club meeting." The sight was almost
comical because her pussy dripped with her own juices as a visual betrayal
of just how aroused she was.
Katherine joked, "But Service Club is all about service. Alan hasn't
serviced me nearly enough yet!" She rubbed Alan's now-flaccid penis
suggestively and imagined that her true mother, Susan, was the one standing
in front of her. Such a racy and erotic thought did wonders for her
own libido. She very much wanted her mother to watch. She had visions
of Susan crying, "It's so improper!" even as she looked down
on her children and frigged herself frantically.
"I'm sorry, kids," said Kim, "you two are only allowed
to fuck each other six times a day. Those are the rules!"
Both Katherine and Alan laughed a bit nervously, because
neither had yet told Kim of Alan's medical diagnosis of needing to orgasm
six times a day. Apparently Kim had picked the number out at random.
Katherine turned towards Alan lying beside her and said, "Wouldn't
it be delicious if Kim really was our mother instead, standing there
like that?" They both grinned widely.
Katherine reached behind herself and found his penis.
"What do you think Mom would think about this?" she said as
she guided it into her pussy, even while Kim watched her do this with
intense interest and longing.
Katherine then said to Kim as a way of explanation,
"We haven't really talked about it, but I think it's safe to say
that both Alan and I have fantasies about fucking our very fuckable
mother, Susan."
That statement came as quite a surprise to Alan - he
had no idea Katherine felt that way towards Susan. But now that he thought
about it he realized he shouldn't have been too surprised. He didn't
let the surprise distract him for too long, however, and continued to
slowly push his meat into her from behind.
"Now there's a fantasy I can get into," said Kim as she absent-mindedly
grabbed one of her nipples and gently twisted it. "I've seen her
at some school functions. I don't think anyone failed to notice her.
That woman is so stacked! With the way she looks, it seems bizarre that
she's just a housewife. I'm surprised she hasn't been kidnapped by a
rich Arab sheik or something, to add to his collection."
Alan naughtily suggested as he ran a hand over his sister's left breast,
"Well, if the Arab sheik isn't going to do it, maybe we should
kidnap her, and make her OUR sex slave." Thinking about his mother
made him think about tits, so he played with Katherine's.
Katherine added with a devilish smile, "Imagine her all tied up
and yelling, 'Help me! Help me get fucked by your big cock, Son!'"
She bucked up against his thrusting hips and added, "Just like
you're doing to me now, Big ICBM Brother."
"ICBM?"
"Intercontinental Ballistic Missile." She
giggled, as she said, "Or maybe Inter-cunt-inental Ball-slapping
Muff-stuffer. I'm not sure."
Alan laughed. "But you know, about Mom, it's like you read my mind."
He thrust himself into his sister's pussy forcefully some more. "How
did you know I've been having fantasies about her lately?"
"Bro, sometimes you're so thick. If you weren't having fantasies
about her until recently, then that made you the only one in town. It's
like we've got Jayne Mansfield for our mom."
"I guess I am a bit slow at times, Sis," he huffed and puffed.
"Hey, why'd you pick Jayne Mansfield of all people?"
"I was trying to think of a famous actress with really, really
big tits." She reached her hand up to her own tits. Diving between
Alan's mauling hands, she tweaked her own nipples. A shiver went down
her spine, which caused her body to shudder some and made her pussy
throb even as Alan continued to plow her slowly and deeply.
"Oh. Good point. Anyways, of course I'd never do anything with
her, since she's too nice, but imagine her coming to pick us up one
day, and finding the three of us in a three-way. And then instead of
getting mad, she rips off her clothes and joins in! I could imagine
that actually happening!" He felt obliged to belatedly add, "Of
course these are just fantasies - I would never really think these thoughts
of actually doing anything..."
Kim interrupted, "You two are getting me so hot again! How about
we trade moms? Mine's a dear, but she's really let her body go to pot.
Anyways, do you mind if I watch this time? I mean, since I kinda of
am already."
"Sweet Little Sis, you mind?" said Alan, "It's fine with
me."
"No prob, Big Hunky Brother. Pull up a chair, Kim, and imagine
him pounding into to you on Monday."
Kim smiled broadly. "I think you just might convert me from lesbianism.
But then Katherine is bound to convert me back all over again."
All three fucked and fingered for what seemed like an endless amount
of time. Alan worked on his fourth ejaculation and it seemed like he
could stay hard forever as he lazily fucked his sister on the bed. The
powerful scent of sex in the air grew even thicker with each passing
moment.
Kim sat in her chair
and worked on her own orgasms. Or at least she tried to sit in her chair.
Sometimes she would get so excited that she'd stand up and be practically
over them next to the bed while she furiously masturbated herself.
Alan was half-convinced that she would end up in bed
with them, and didn't exactly mind the prospect, but she restrained
herself. She knew that Alan was too nice to turn her away if she wanted
to join them, but also that it needed to really be Alan and Katherine's
time with each other.
She also grew more vocal as the afternoon went on and
acted more and more like the cheerleader she was.
"Come on, Alan! Fuck your sister's pussy!" Kim cried while
she frigged herself. "Show her how good you are, what a good brother
you are. Slip it in and fuck her hard! Fuck her deep! Take your big
bone and ram it into her. Plant your cock in her pussy!"
"That's what I'm doing already!" Alan cried
out in amused frustration. He and his sister had moved back into the
doggy-style position so that he could hammer into her more aggressively.
"Well keep doing it!" Kim yelled back. "Give her the
fucking of her life! Fuck her tight, steamy pussy with your monster
boner! Stick that bone! You're her brother - fuck it like you mean it!"
Kim liked to point out every few sentences how the two of them were
brother and sister, as if they didn't know that fact already. But that
encouragement helped keep everyone steamy hot.
At one point, Alan's energy flagged, and he had to
take a breather. Kim though, hopped up, ready to help. "Hey, I
am a cheerleader after all. I think you two could use some inspiration."
She disappeared for a minute and then came back with her pom-poms. Still
naked, she started jumping around, shaking the pom-poms. She made up
an improvised cheer:
Fuck her hard
Fuck her deep
Make her cum
And make her weep!
Alan and Katherine burst into laughter. Katherine in
particular got the "sillies" - she just couldn't stop laughing.
Kim's presence was most definitely appreciated.
The whole time Kim had been in the next room, she imagined that it was
her instead of Katherine getting fucked. She continued to think along
these lines: Katherine is so fucking lucky! Imagine having Alan as
a brother! And then Susan as a mother! Fuck! Insane! I never knew I
could get off on incest until these two came along. Now I'm soooo jealous.
Fuuuuccccck! Oh God! Fuck each other! Ah! Yeah! Fuck me!
Katherine began to have little orgasms until finally it all merged into
one massive orgasm for her. Just as she began to wildly buck under Alan,
he shot his hot seed deep into her vagina, stopped only by another condom.
Kim, too, came with them and staggered back into her chair.
Eventually they all shook out of their reverie. Kim looked around and
her eyes fell onto the clock. "It's been more than thirty minutes!"
she yelled in sudden agitation. "We're running late. And how am
I going to get these sheets cleaned up in time? I wasn't expecting a
lake of cum. Shit! I guess I'll have to start the washing machine right
now."
"Should we shower together?" Katherine asked her brother in
a sexy voice. They dripped with sweat and cum.
He replied, "That would be another amazing first, but I'm totally
spent. I don't think I'd be any fun. I have no idea how I'm going to
get it up for nurse Akami tomorrow."
"What's that all about?" asked Kim, very curiously.
Alan realized he shouldn't have said that, and vaguely answered, "That's
a secret we'll probably tell you later. We'll have to decide that. It's
the story about how this sexual stuff all began. In any case, we don't
have any time for stories now. Katherine, why don't you and Kim take
a shower together? You women can keep going long after us guys are all
worn out."
"I don't know about that," said Katherine. She got up, but
she obviously had trouble just standing, and leaned against the wall.
"You fucked me so hard, I don't know if I can walk. Kim, you'll
just have to help me tend my wounds in the shower."
"With pleasure!" She threw her pom-poms over her shoulder,
glad to forget them when faced with such a tasty proposition. Wondered
what it would be like to suck Alan's cum out of Katherine's pussy, if
there was enough left.
The showers were quick, since Alan and Katherine were exhausted, sore,
and in a hurry. Kim did help "tend Katherine's wounds" though.
Everyone got dressed.
Alan and Katherine both kissed Kim good-bye one after
another just inside the front door for many minutes. The three of them
eventually moved into a group hug and grope. Private parts began to
get uncovered when Kim finally said, "My mom is going to be here
any minute. Let's save something for next time."
The two Plummer siblings finally and reluctantly left
after they profusely thanked Kim for the use of her house and her great
hospitality. Alan literally had to hold Katherine up as she walked to
the car, she was so wobbly and her pussy was so sore from her first
fuck.
As Alan took the wheel of the car, he looked at Katherine,
and said very seriously, "Any regrets?"
"No. None. That was a dream come true. Fuck social
convention. Together you and I can overcome everything. What about you?"
"I feel the same. No regrets. I feel like I should
be feeling way guilty, but how could anything that feels that good be
bad? That was awesome. Thank you, Sis. Thanks for encouraging this.
... We're a team. We'll stick together and deal with whatever may come."
They held hands and connected deeply as they stared
into each other's eyes. Despite the fact that both of them positively
reeked of sex, it was the most romantic moment either of them had experienced.
And so the most mind-blowing sexual experience of both Katherine and
Alan so far in their short lives came to an end. Little did they realize
that it was just the beginning of many, even greater pleasures.
CHAPTER 10
By the time they both got home, it was already past six. Dinner would
be ready in less than an hour, but Alan went back to his room and immediately
fell fast asleep. He never thought a person could feel so utterly exhausted.
Katherine did the same. She tried to walk around as little as possible,
and when she did it looked like she'd just ridden a horse all day, which
wasn't too far off, metaphorically speaking.
They tried to rouse themselves for dinner, where they made up stories
about their fake club's first meeting to answer their parents' questions.
Alan was careful to continue acting tortured by his stimulation obligations
in front of his mother. It was easy to do, since he was in a sort of
agony already from sexual exhaustion.
After dinner, Susan asked Alan to wash the dishes with
her so she could have a moment alone with him. Ron watched TV in the
living room, totally oblivious.
Alan couldn't
help but notice that she was wearing only a towel. Alan noticed that
in recent days she seemed to frequently come and go from taking a shower.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what this was about:
that allowed her to wear nothing more than a towel to titillate Alan,
but at the same time her husband wouldn't think anything was amiss.
She could even partially drop or readjust the towel, but so far she
hadn't done that very much. She was still afraid to take things back
to how they were before Ron arrived.
Susan asked Alan in deliberately vague terms, "Tiger, how are things
going with your problem?"
Alan put on another extremely pained expression, and said, "I'm
hanging in there, but it's hard. So hard." He deliberately used
the word "hard" instead of something like "difficult"
and really emphasized it so his mother would visually imagine his engorged
penis.
Her eyes opened wide, and he knew the little trick
worked. It helped that she didn't have to expend much mental effort
to imagine his hardness: his penis strained the fabric of his shorts
like it fought to get out.
"Hang in there," she said assuringly. "It's just another
week." That was a vague reference to when Ron would finally fly
back to Asia. To herself, she thought, Oh my. Just look at that thing!
If he adjusts his shorts maybe it'll poke right out the bottom. Do it,
Tiger! Let me see all of you!
"I know, Mom, I know. Seven days. I can't last that long!"
Susan patted his head reassuringly and said mildly, "Don't worry,
it'll be all right." Inwardly, a voice said, It would be even
better if I let this towel drop. Then Alan would see me in the buff
and his thing would burst right through his shorts! I would have to
suck it off before Ron saw how obscenely his woody stood out. Isn't
that the kind of help I'm supposed to give?
Alan said with genuinely, "Thanks, Mom. Your support gives me strength."
"Son, you can do it. Be strong." Maybe if I let this towel
fall, that could help you. Or you could really be a man, and grab it
off. You know you want to! Don't be so shy. Be strong! Her hand
drifted to where the towel was tucked in, over her huge rack. She thought,
If only Ron wasn't home...
"Mom, you're the best. I love you."
"I love you, too," she answered, with a benign smile. But
her inner voice practically screamed now, and it was all she could do
not to gawk at his crotch. Her hand nervously grabbed the towel and
she felt a nearly overwhelming desire to pull it open. If you love
me so much, Tiger, rip this towel off! Take it off and ravage me! I
don't care if my husband IS in the other room! Show your love and take
me! Do me right here!
Suddenly Susan turned around and rushed out of the room. She fell onto
her bed in her own room and quietly sobbed. Her mind was filled with
visions of burning in hell. She cursed herself for her lack of control.
Alan was oblivious to his mother's inner torment, because on the outside
she'd acted the same she always did, except for a slightly trembling
lip and a hand which clutched the towel far too tightly. He felt a twinge
of guilt at lying to her just after having sex with his sister, but
not nearly as guilty as he would have expected himself to feel.
As he headed towards the living room to watch TV with
his father, he thought, How could my mom really criticize me or blame
me for doing anything with Sis, when she's sucked my cock so enthusiastically?
Susan and Ron went out with Suzanne and her husband Eric to some social
function not long afterwards. Alan and Katherine were left alone, but
both were happy just to vegetate, especially since they had their own
rule only to fuck at Kim's house so they wouldn't be caught, at least
for the time being. Neither had any hope of getting any homework done
that evening, even though Alan had a big test the next day.
CHAPTER 11
The two siblings were nowhere near ready for more sexual play when Amy
came over about an hour later.
"Hey Alan, Katherine," Amy said to them as they lay flopped
in the living room and watched TV. "It's just the three of us at
home, right?"
"Right," said Alan, as he thought, Uh-oh. Here comes something
else.
"Good, I'm still hoping you'll give me that homework help, but
I'm also really worried about my pussy. Isn't it overdue for another
shaving? Can you please help out? Pleeeeassse?!?"
Alan turned around and finally took a look at Amy. He was incredibly
turned on by what she wore. Once she'd walked in and found out the Plummer
parents were gone, she took off her T-shirt and unbuttoned her blue
jean cut off shorts. All she had under the shirt was an oversized top
that was blue on one side and white on the other, and cut-off denim
shorts.
Alan realized that
Amy had started to learn how to show herself off. Her top was sexy enough
the last time she'd worn it, but now she'd arranged it so both nipples
partly popped out. He wondered if she'd stretched the material or something
so the top could hang off of her even more loosely. Her shorts were
slung so low that Alan was amazed that they somehow managed to hang
on to her wide hips at all. With her shorts unbuttoned, nearly all of
her pussy hair would have been exposed to prying eyes if she still had
any hair down there.
But Alan was completely worn out. He thought, Why does Amy have to
dress like this just after I've been fucked nearly to death? It's such
a shame to not fully appreciate her sexiness.
"Oh God, can you handle this, Sis? I don't think
I can even get up out of this couch, much less get up other ways."
Yet even as Alan said this, he felt twitches of life in his penis, thanks
to Amy's slutty clothing.
His sister replied, "Talk about being unable to walk - look at
me! And do you remember what happened to me in cheerleading practice,
on top of that? I'm even more wiped out than you!"
"Yeah, wasn't cheerleading practice fun?" said an energetic
Amy enthusiastically. "You want to work some more on the leakage
problem?"
"Ugggghh!" both siblings sighed. Amy was puzzled.
"I'll take it," said Alan finally. "I won't enjoy it,
much, but I gotta build up my stamina. That's all part of building up
my energy, I guess."
But he continued to lie there, as if he waited for his body's energy
to charge some more first. He commented lightheartedly, "Boy, Amy,
looks like you're really having some trouble keeping your clothes on
these days."
"Oh goody!" she squealed. "You noticed! I love dressing
up all sexily like this. It's almost as much fun as being naked. Aren't
clothes just the biggest bother?"
That roused Alan a bit. Partly to stall having to move, he asked Amy,
"You're really fine with nakedness, aren't you?"
"Gosh yeah! Totally! What's the point of clothes, anyway? Don't
you think they're kind of silly? Like guys wearing ties. That's just
silly! Okay, if it's cold, clothes are fine. But on a nice warm day,
why get all covered up? I would have walked over from next door without
any clothes at all except for everyone getting so upset when I do something
like that. Mom and Dad never let me be naked, like, EVER! And you should
see Brad's face when he finds me watching TV without any clothes sometimes."
"I'll bet," Alan commented. He could well imagine Brad's consternation.
Amy continued, "Wouldn't it be great if everyone was naked all
day long? Except for the really ugly people." She giggled. "But
imagine if everyone was beautiful, and we were all naked, and it was
sunny and green and we all lived in nature. Wouldn't that be, like,
the super bestest of all? Kind of like Adam and Eve."
Katherine pointed out, with a bit of a leading question, "But if
everyone is naked and good looking, then don't you think all the people
would get lusty and start having sex all the time?"
Amy grabbed one of her tits and clutched it idly as she thought. She
appeared to contemplate taking her top off. But then she answered, "Yeah,
but would that be a problem? I mean, isn't that how it was in the Bible?
Weren't Adam and Eve, like, doing it to each other all over Eden? And
when they had kids, weren't they doing it with their parents and each
other? Sisters rutting with brothers and sons doing it with their mothers?
Otherwise, who populated the Earth? And I thought that was the utopia
we all want to go back to."
Alan had visions first of himself fucking his sister. They were incredibly
vivid images from just a short time before. He momentarily wondered
if Amy knew more than she let on about what they did, by talking about
sibling sex for the first time ever. Then he had images of Amy running
around a perfect garden, bent over some big rock and taken from behind
by man after man. Everywhere she would wander in the garden, men would
grab her and fuck the living shit out of her, but she would just smile
blissfully and say, "Wow!"
That roused him enough to motivate him to stand up.
He went with Amy to the bathroom.
"Did I come at a bad time?" she asked, as she closed the bathroom
door behind the both of them and shed her clothes with a boundless enthusiasm.
"Kind of," said Alan, "but that's okay. We're happy to
help you out, anytime."
Amy sat on the edge of the bathtub and faced away from it, as she did
before. Alan was so exhausted he didn't even bother to take his clothes
off.
"No, you seem really tired," said a visibly worried Amy. "Are
you sure you want to do this? We can do it tomorrow instead."
"No, well actually..." A naughty thought went across Alan's
bleary brain. "The truth is, I have a problem. Can you keep another
secret? A super secret?"
"Of course," said Amy, happy to be gaining his trust. "Haven't
I been good with secrets?"
"Yes, I guess you have. Anyway, the problem is with my penis. You
see, my penis is all tired out. And when my penis is tired, that means
I'm tired, too."
"Oh gosh! That sounds horrible!" Amy gushed. "Is there
anything I can do to help?"
"Well, actually there is. If you could get my penis excited again,
then I could get a new rush of energy and would have no trouble shaving
your pussy."
"Oh goody! I'd love to help! And it would only be fair, since you've
been helping me so much. But... everybody tells me that penises are
bad. Especially penises and pussies put together. Like what happened
with me and Jack Johnson last year. Aren't those thingies bad? My parents
told me never to touch one."
"No, don't be silly! A penis isn't bad. Weren't we telling you
the other day about all the wonderful things a penis can do, like how
it can cure the hiccups and all that? It's just that certain men are
bad, and they do bad things with their penises. So your parents gave
you a blanket warning to make sure you'd be safe. It's like when your
parents told you not to talk to strangers when you were a kid. It's
not like all strangers are bad, but your parents didn't know if you
could tell the good ones from the bad ones."
"Oh, I get it," said a naive Amy. "Well, I trust you
completely. If you say so, then I'm sure it's fine. So what do you want
me to do?"
"Do you mind if I take it out?" asked Alan, ready with his
hands on the band of his shorts.
"No, of course not."
Alan wearily took his shorts and underwear off and lay down on the floor.
The weather was still always hot and everyone wore nothing but shorts,
it seemed. His flaccid penis hung lifelessly between his legs for Amy
to see. Even Amy's naked body and all this talk weren't enough to revive
it.
"Oh no!" said Amy. "It looks sad. Not at all like the
ones I've seen in the movies and stuff."
"Yes, very sad," Alan agreed. "If you could rub it with
your fingers maybe you could invigorate it and make it happy again.
Then it would stick out proudly like a flag pole."
"I don't know... Are you sure this is okay? I've never really touched
a guy's thingy before, except when I was trying to push Jack away."
"Amy, let me tell you another secret. Do you remember a while back
when you walked in on us watching TV, and you saw your mother sitting
with her pussy wide open and pointed so I could see it?"
"Sure. That's when you first let me in on a secret."
"Well, the reason she was showing me her pussy was because she
also knows about how my penis, my thingy, is always sad. She was trying
to excite me to help it get back to life. She touches and rubs it a
lot to help, and even Katherine and Susan do sometimes."
"Oh really? You've been getting them to help you and you never
asked for my help? I'm hurt." Amy pouted. "I'm happy to help
in any way. What do I have to do?"
"Like I said, if you could start rubbing it."
Amy took his penis into her hands. It already began to show the first
signs of a revival, even before she touched it.
"Gosh, it feels weird. Kind of like a limp vegetable or something."
"Yeah, it's kind of like that now. Just gently rub it with your
hands some, and you'll see it grows and gets better." Amy began
rubbing it. "That's good," said Alan. Amy seemed to have a
natural knack for rubbing penises. He gave her advice on the best spots
to rub and told her to focus on the sensitive spot just under the head.
It grew to full
size, and Amy asked, "Is that as big as it gets?"
"Yes, pretty much."
"Gosh, it's so big! Bigger than the ones I've seen in pictures
and stuff."
"It gets to be almost eight inches, which they say is pretty good,
but it won't stay that way for long today. It's soooo tired. I think
we need something else. You know, boys have some favorite body parts.
They love pussies, butts and boobies."
"I know that, silly! Guys are always trying to touch my butt and
my boobies, but my friends and parents say I'm not allowed to touch
them back!"
"Well, generally that's a very good rule. But with me it's different,
like I explained before. Maybe if I played with your boobies, that could
help my penis grow a little bit more."
"M'kay! Should I lean in towards you, then?" Alan reached
out and began to fondle her lovely boobs. They weren't gigantic like
his mother's or her mother's, but were still damn big, and perfectly
shaped for their size. They rode high on her chest and stuck out proudly.
"Oh, look!" said Amy excitedly. "I think your thingy
is growing even more! I'm so glad I could help. And it feels good to
help, too. Especially when you touch my nipples like that."
Alan was already fully erect, but he didn't want to diminish her enthusiasm.
Certainly he grew hornier every minute, more because of the way that
Amy had shown herself to be submissive to his every desire than the
actual physical contact between them.
"Mmm. Yeah," she cooed as Alan put more vigor into exploring
her chest. "Feels so good. You can touch my boobies any time you
want. You don't even have to ask - just grab 'em. Don't worry if I'm
wearing any clothes - just take 'em off if you want to." As she
returned her attention to his penis, she asked, "Now what? Do I
keep rubbing?"
"Yes, you should keep rubbing or else it may go down again."
In actual fact, Alan realized that his dishonest story had come true.
His body's energy WAS reviving. Maybe I shouldn't be doubting the
doctor's diagnosis, after all, he thought.
As she continued to rub, he began to feel that he had the energy to
give Amy a good, solid fuck. He figured, If I asked her to fuck,
she'd probably just say, "M'kay!" Only hours ago I was a virgin,
and now I could fuck a second girl on the very same day as my sister!
How amazing is that? But it seems the conditions aren't right. For one
thing, no doubt I'd catch hell from both Susan and Suzanne. Plus, I
don't think my penis could handle anything more today. At the very least,
I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I should. I should make it a special
experience, just like it was with Katherine.
He was drawing dangerously close to a climax. "That's good, Amy,
you can stop now." He pulled his hands away from her chest.
"Are you sure?" she asked, still rubbing. "I really don't
mind rubbing at all, and I think what you've been doing with your hands
is great."
"No, really, take your hands off NOW, please!"
"M'kay," and she did so, feeling slightly hurt. "Geez."
Alan explained, "Sorry for getting anxious there. It's just that,
well, we really have to hurry things up so we can shave your pussy before
everyone gets back home."
"That's okay; I'm kind of new at this. I'm sure I screw things
up. But that was fun! If you want to rub me, or have me rub it anytime,
just let me know!"
"I'll do that." Jesus, she's like a completely pliable
sex object! She'll do anything I say and not even wonder why. Talk about
a real fuck toy! thought Alan. That's such a turn on! "All right,
let's hurry up with your shaving. Today we have to hurry. Some other
day we can do a more thorough job. Spread your legs really wide."
He stood up and got out the shaving cream and razor.
His penis continued to happily stand at attention.
"Your thingy looks funny bouncing around while you walk,"
Amy giggled.
Alan was too tired to think of a response. "Hold still, and close
your eyes," was all he could say. He covered her pussy and began
to shave it. Then he remembered the whole "checking for bumps"
story. He felt obligated to follow through with that.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to starting checking for bumps again."
"Mind? I just looooove it when you check for bumps," mumbled
Amy out of the corners of her mouth in an attempt not to move.
Alan could barely understand her words. He thrust his
fingers in an out of her pussy. He gave her a vigorous finger-fuck and
didn't even make a pretense to "check for bumps" on the interior
walls of her vagina.
Alan finished shaving
her as fast as any professional barber would have, especially since
it wasn't a big job like the first time was when she had a full bush.
"Amy, you can open your eyes now and you don't have to worry about
sitting still anymore."
He continued to "check for bumps" for many
more long minutes. Meanwhile, they continued to talk.
"Gosh, I just totally love it when you check for bumps," she
said again. "It reminds me a lot of something that happened to
me earlier today."
"You mean with you and Heather at cheerleader practice?"
"You know about that?" said a very surprised Amy. "I
thought that was supposed to be a special secret."
"It is, but anything that Katherine knows I'm likely to know, and
vice versa. Like I'll tell her later how you helped me out just now.
And her secrets are always safe with me, so no worries."
"Oh. M'kay."
"Actually, checking for bumps is a lot like masturbating. Sorry
to hear about your leaking fluids problem, but Katherine and I will
be glad to help you figure that out later, on some other day."
"Really? Wow! You two are the best. Always helping me out!"
"That's what friends are for." A thought occurred to Alan:
in his book reading he'd done recently to become a better lover, he'd
learned about a woman's G-spot and how to find it. He decided to put
the knowledge to use. So he said, "You know, Amy, there's one spot
in particular where a lot of bumps accumulate. Let me check there."
He searched the inner wall above her slit, and found a rougher area
easily enough. He focused his attentions there.
After a few seconds, Amy said, "Oh no, I think I have to go pee!
But I don't want you to stop."
"Just fight that feeling. I think it'll pass. It's just that I
think I've found one of these elusive bumps." He kept rubbing,
and from the changing look on Amy's face, knew he was onto something.
Her G-spot slowly expanded, until there was no doubt it was quite a
big "bump."
"You feel that Amy? What my fingers are going over? That's one
of these bumps I've been warning you about. Now you can see why shaving
is so dangerous and why we have to help you so much."
"Please don't stop! I love my bumps! Are you saying these are supposed
to be bad? But it feels so good when you touch them!" She trembled
and shook from another orgasm.
"We can talk more about these bumps later. Now that we've found
one, we'll have to redouble our efforts to find the others. But we really
should stop here. I'm getting tired again." He pulled his fingers
out of her pussy.
She was very disappointed by that. "Oh no! Here, play with my boobs
some more, and let me hold your penis."
"I appreciate the thought, but I really have got to get going.
Remember that this is all another super secret. And don't let anyone
else touch you like how Katherine and I have been touching you, unless
one of us says so, like what happened with Katherine and you and Heather.
You can't trust anyone else, and you don't want to have what happened
with Jack Johnson happen again."
"Dear me, no. You two are the bestest pals! You guys would never
take advantage of me. I don't trust anybody else."
Alan pulled up his pants and watched Amy put her clothes back on. "Why
don't you go find Katherine and tell her everything we just did. She'd
like to know how it's going with the shaving of your pussy, and like
I said, we don't keep secrets between us. I'm so tired I think I'm just
gonna go lie in my room."
CHAPTER 12
Alan lay down on his bed and felt himself begin to drift off to sleep,
even though he knew it was still before 9 o'clock.
He woke up when he heard his sister enter his room. "Someone has
been a very naughty boy," he heard her say to him. He opened his
eyes and saw her dressed in all her clothes, ready in case the parents
returned.
"Headline: pot calls kettle black," Alan tried to joke. He
asked of Amy, "Is she gone?"
"Of course." She grabbed a pillow and lay down on the floor
near his bed.
"You know," he went on, "between you and me, her supposed
protectors, we're doing a pretty lousy job of protecting her. In fact,
it seems like we're slowly turning her into a sex addict."
Katherine didn't seem perturbed about it. "Ah well, what can you
do."
"Very funny," said Alan. "You know I feel pretty bad
for playing with her like a toy, but I feel even more turned on, again
for doing it. She's just so damn fuckable! Talk about a fuck toy! She's
so ready and willing. You know, I think that if I told her that my penis
was a paintbrush and I had to use it to draw a painting on the back
of her vagina, I half expect she'd believe it!" They both laughed.
"Yeah, I agree," nodded Katherine. "But keep in mind,
buster, who your number-one fuck toy is! No need to go all the way to
Amy next door when my bedroom is only ten feet away."
"Don't worry, she can't compete with you. But admit it: you want
her, too. You're gonna turn into a total lesbian if you don't watch
out!" he playfully chided.
"Bah! When I could have your cock instead? No thanks, Big Penis-pistol
Brother. A pussy is just something to bide my time with, since you seem
to be so busy with so many women. I gotta admit, I'm jealous of Suzanne
and Susan, not to mention your appointment with Akami tomorrow. I'll
bet the clothes will be flying off pretty fast there!"
"I bet you're right about that. And I'm totally into you, Katherine.
We're brother and sister and that'll never change, and I hope us being
physical and fucking our brains out will never change, too. But you
have to admit our two favorite moms are pretty incredible. I mean, wouldn't
you do either of them, or both, in a heartbeat? You have to figure I
would as well."
"Yeah, okay, they're pretty fuckable. But that's the problem. I
figure I can't compete with that. Their pretty faces, wide hips, long,
muscular legs... Each of their boobs could be their own Macy's parade
float for crying out loud. How can I compete?"
"Don't worry; your boobs are plenty big to keep me happy. And you're
still growing. And you're so in shape. You're already bigger in the
chest than Mom was when she was your age, she tells us. If you keep
that up, you're going to need a forklift in front of you holding them
up whenever you walk around!"
"You say
the nicest things, Big Horse-hung Brother! Do you really think my boobs
are nice? They feel kind of inadequate to me." She sat up and took
her shirt off so he could have a good look at them.
"Are you crazy, Sis? They're amazing. You sound like a multimillionaire
who complains about being poor 'cos he's not a billionaire. Virtually
any girl your age would kill for boobs like yours. And they make me
very happy, so please don't put yourself down. You're completely gorgeous.
You have such a perfect body! I'm mean, geez, forget about tits for
a second. What about your ass? Or your legs? Your legs really do go
on forever. I must have been blind not to want to fuck you years ago."
Alan wasn't just saying that to make her feel better
either – he honestly couldn't understand how she could have a complex
about her boob size or worry about her looks. He added, "But could
you please put your shirt back on? We're supposed to be on our best
behavior at home, right?"
"I'm just taking it off for a second so I can get your opinion
of them. And if you put it that way, I guess I can stand to share you
just a little. Like the tortoise and the hare, hunh? But what about
Amy? She makes me jealous, too. She's young, big-boobed, and growing.
Her tits are bigger than mine, you know. And speaking of asses, she
has a particularly fine ass, I'm sure you'll agree. It's so big, but
not at all flabby."
"Jealous? You mean when your fingers aren't deep inside her? Anyways,
you and I can have fun with her physically, and she's really nice, but
she'll never have the emotional place in my heart you do. And boobs
and asses and their sizes aren't everything, either. You know you're
way more toned and fit than she is, for one thing. Also, I need a girlfriend
for school, if only for social convention. What are people going to
say: 'There goes Alan, the guy who never dated a girl in high school,
and never dated a girl in his life?' But I only want to have a girlfriend
who understands about you and me, and is willing to participate in it,
even. I'm beginning to think Amy would fit the bill."
"I could live with that, on the outside" said Katherine. "As
long as you treat me like your girlfriend at home. And we all know what
your number one boyfriend responsibility is." She reached out to
grab his penis, but he intercepted her hand and kept her at bay. "But
also, what about Kim? Why don't you make her your girlfriend?"
"She may get her jollies with me - we'll see if that happens. But
let's face it. At heart she prefers women. Besides, she's not really
my type. Too young and immature."
"I know what kind your type is: the kind with tits so big that
they fall over forwards whenever they try to walk. Like two certain
mothers I could name."
"All right, there's some truth to that. As if that makes me different
from every other male in the universe. But don't worry," Alan said
as he comforted her with a warm hug. "I seriously love you just
as much as either of them. After all, you're my sister, and there's
a real thrill in making love to my sister that only you can satisfy.
And by the time you've finished growing, Macy's will be calling you
up to see if you have two new entries for their parade, too. You're
a knockout already, and you're still coming into your own. In thirty
years I hope we'll still be fucking each other, while Suzanne and Susan
sadly will already be senior citizens."
"Thanks!" Katherine said, somewhat relieved. "You're
the best brother anyone could have. In any case, let's not go any further
with Amy for a while, okay? I feel like I have enough competition in
your fantasies, what, between Mom, Suzanne, Akami, Kim, Ms. Rhymer..."
"Hey, whoa, I've never even touched Ms. Rhymer!"
"Yeah, that's the only one of the bunch you can say that about,
I noticed! And you seem to have a way with women nowadays. I'm sure
she'll fall like a domino, if you're after her." She mocked Ms.
Rhymer's voice, and asked pleadingly, "'Oh Alan, please let you
teacher help you with your medical problem!'"
Alan laughed, and Katherine went on in her normal voice,
"Anyways, I've told you I don't mind you doing other women, as
long as you don't forget me. Especially since I seem to get a share
of the action, too, from time to time." They laughed again.
Katherine continued in reference to Ms. Rhymer, "You've had the
hots for teacher for two years already." She sang the Van Halen
song: "You've got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, you're hot for
teacher."
Alan rolled his eyes, but was secretly pleased at
the whole teacher-romance concept. That song was frequently in his mind
lately.
She continued, "If she had any sense, she should
have been having you pound her through a wall with that jackhammer cock
of yours, instead of giving you blue balls all this time. She has her
nose in books instead of up your crotch."
"Why don't
you tell that to her?" suggested Alan facetiously. "Anyway,
I'm really beat. And I'm sure Mom and Dad would love to hear their model
kids talk like this." Alan still lay on his bed with Katherine
now back on the floor near him. Alan looked over the edge of his bed
to see if she'd put her shirt back on yet, but instead of putting it
back on, she'd taken her shorts off as well.
"Sister!" he whined. "That's not what I call putting
your shirt back on."
She smiled naughtily. "I know, but my shorts were chafing me."
She giggled.
"You and your chafing," he said with a sigh. "What am
I going to do with you? You seem determined to get caught."
"I have a suggestion on what you can do with me, Big Studly Brother,
but it's only going to make you more upset with me. You see, I have
this hole that needs to be filled with a hot injection of thick man-meat."
"Katherine! Not at home, remember?"
"I locked the door to your room you know and these walls are practically
sound proof. I'm not stupid."
"Nope," Alan said firmly. "I really have to put my foot
down. And whatever happened to being all tired and sore, anyways?"
"I am sore. Soooo sore. But any time is the right time to fuck.
I think the only cure for my sore pussy is some Big Thick Brother cock.
When it comes to you, just imagine a little sign above my vagina: 'Open
24 hours a day.' Just like the corner Quickee Mart." They both
giggled. "You sure you don't want to make a quick stop into your
sister's pussy?"
She swirled around, spread her legs and opened her pussy lips wide.
Alan just gave a look with his face that said no. She sighed. "But
if you insist on leaving me horny, can I at least take care of you?"
She got up and cradled his penis in her hands.
"We can't even do that while Dad is home. What if one of them walked
in? As much as I'd love it, believe me. But a rule is a rule."
"But the door is locked!"
"Yeah, but it's a slippery slope. One of us has to retain at least
a shred of sanity and restraint, Sexy Little Sister." He smiled
as he decided that if she always called him big brother with an adjective
thrown in, he could reciprocate a bit more.
She smiled too. "Okay, tough guy. I'll go then. You're just leaving
me wanting you even more badly, Big Long Hard Throbbing Sister-stuffing
Brother. But remember that I'm serious about what I said about sharing.
I don't mind setting you up with someone like Heather, since I know
you wouldn't want her for a girlfriend. Obviously her personality is
a real turn off for you and she'd just be a momentary diversion that
I could partake in. But someone like Christine, someone you really love
who could take you away from me, that really worries me."
"Don't worry. Christine is just a friend now. There's no woman
in the world who will take my sole attention now that I have so many
wonderful women all helping me out. I would be a fool to accept any
situation where I couldn't fuck you constantly, Moist Little Sister.
That's one thing you don't have to worry about at all."
"That makes me feel so much better. I wish I could be your girlfriend
in school too, but I realize that ain't gonna happen."
"Yeah, that would be cool," Alan said wistfully. "But
you never know. College maybe? We're not actually genetically brother
and sister, so as long as nobody knows us from high school..."
"All right, don't get my hopes up already. There are always problems.
Like, what if you're at college and Dad asks you, 'So Alan, who's your
new girlfriend?' What could you say? 'Uh, Dad, actually it's someone
you know...' Ain't gonna happen. Anyways, I'm out of here already, Big
Pulsing Pounding But-not-ramming-his-sister-nearly-enough Brother."
Alan laughed. "Hey, if we get so into these naming games, we'll
never finish our sentences. Not to mention, someone might overhear.
What's more is that it's only been one day since I rammed you, as you
so poetically describe it. Have a little patience."
She huffed, but playfully. "Easy for you to say. That's like saying
to a heroin addict, 'Hey, only 24 hours of cold turkey withdrawal. What's
the big deal?' But I'm curious. How many times did you get off today?"
She stood up and began to put her clothes back on.
"Let's see, if you don't count last night after midnight, which
technically belongs to yesterday in my record keeping, then it was once
this morning, twice at lunch, four times with you this afternoon and
almost once with Amy. And my penis has cried surrender for the night.
So, seven. I've done better. But in terms of quality vs. quantity, I
don't think it'll ever be possible to beat today."
"Well now I've got something to aim for, don't I?" She winked.
"Goodnight, sister-fucker. Thanks again for the great day!"
"Thank you, too! Goodnight, brother-fucker!" he said with
deep contentment.
She kissed him goodnight on the lips for several minutes.
As she was still totally naked, she tried to lead to something more
and got aggressive with her hands, but Alan and his sore penis wouldn't
have it.
He barely had the will to push her away, and he pointed
out, "You see what I mean about the slippery slope?"
As she made to leave, she made the comment, "Too bad I have to
go, but once you start fucking Mom, she and I can take turns sleeping
in your bed! Or we could all sleep together. Wouldn't you like that,
Big Shove-your-huge-monster-sister-splitter-deep-into-me-and-then-make-me-suck-you-all-night-long
Brother?"
Alan had no comment, but Katherine could tell from his facial expression
that he would like that very much. He looked cute blushing. Alan was
surprised again at how little guilt plagued him over his incestuous
thoughts and deeds.
Instead, he filled the void by saying, "Actually,
Squeezy Little Sister, as much fun as we're having calling each other
names, we're definitely getting carried away with that, and it's dangerous.
So we can't do that, either. Not to mention, these names get me so hot
that it really weakens my resolve. And it gives me too big of a head."
"Awww. But don't worry, I'll give you head. Would you like me to
give you big head?" She moved back towards his crotch.
"Sis! Please. I said a big head. Emphasis on the A."
She pretended to be dumb. "OooOOOoooh. My bad." She giggled,
then winked, and finally slipped out the door.
CHAPTER 13 (Friday, Oct. 25)
Alan was asleep within minutes, and had a good ten hours of rest that
night. When he woke up, he felt like a million bucks, and so did his
penis. His alarm woke him early. He got some black paint from the garage,
and secretly repainted his sister's crotch in the shower before breakfast.
He thought, Man, I am so glad the bathroom door
has a lock. Especially since Dad knocked on the door to see if the bathroom
was free - that was a close one! No way am I going to get caught again.
But if I have to get caught, I'd rather get caught painting here than
in the supply closet at school. I could always make up some excuse to
Mom and Dad about painting my sister, weird though it might look. After
all, we're only painting. Plus, I'm getting pretty good at coming up
with bullshit stories on the fly. Kim will just have to manage on her
own 'cos I'm not going back in that supply room. Hopefully her paint
job will hold since she presumably didn't get fucked all afternoon like
my sis.
Once Katherine left, Alan masturbated as he showered and relived what
he and his sister did the day before. He figured he was ready for anything
Akami might dish out, and also fantasized about Ms. Rhymer throwing
herself at him after school. But he made sure not to cum, sure that
he'd have better chances later in the day.
The time at school passed uneventfully for him. For the first time in
what seemed like ages but was actually only a few days, nothing special
happened during lunch.
In Katherine's cheerleading practice during the last period of school,
the painting scheme was finally exposed. And on its last day, too, since
Alan had pronounced it was too risky for him to paint any more now that
they couldn't use the supply closet. It was a combination of Kim's carelessness
and the fact that Alan didn't touch up Kim's paint job.
As the six cheerleaders
stood around on the field to warm up and get ready for practice to begin,
Kim bent down to get something out of her supply bag. She bent from
the waist and completely exposed her ass to the eyes of a cheerleader
named Joy.
A number of small gaps and missing patches in the paint job made the
situation obvious and caused Joy's mouth to fall open. Without thinking,
Joy said out loud, "Kim! Your panties... They're painted on!"
Kim immediately straightened up, but the damage was done.
Janice, the only other person truly surprised, said in confusion, "Joy,
what are you talking about? Kim, what is she talking about?"
"I just saw ... her..." Joy stammered. "Her panties,
they're like, made out of paint!"
Heather moved over and tried to rush to Kim's rescue. "Now, now,
what's the big deal? Who cares if her panties are painted on? What's
the big deal?"
Secretly, she was pissed off that the secret had been
exposed, because she hoped to take Kim into the girl's lockers and get
involved in a sixty-nine under the excuse of another "muscle cramp,"
just like she did with Katherine yesterday.
"'What's the big deal'?!?" said a still incredulous Joy. "I
would expect that you of all people would be having a conniption fit.
Or you, Katherine! After all, today's a game day, and you can totally
see she's not wearing real underwear!"
It actually wasn't that obvious, but the game did pose a problem with
Kim's now spotty paint job.
Amy, surprisingly, came to the rescue. She already knew that at least
four of the six cheerleaders, Heather, Katherine, Kim, and herself,
didn't have a problem with it. "I think it's sexy!" she said.
"What does everyone else think? Do they think it's sexy, or do
they not like it?"
"I think it's sexy too," Katherine immediately added.
"So do I," said Heather. "As head cheerleader, I give
my approval."
"Well, I think it's out of control," said Joy. All eyes turned
to Janice, who appeared to be undecided.
"Can I... take a look?" Janice asked. "I want to see
how obvious it is."
Kim bent over, and quickly flashed the others her painted butt.
Janice asked, "What's it look like in the front?"
More reluctantly, Kim turned around, and held up her skirt so the other
five could stare at her painted and shaved pussy. Her face was beet
red and she was too shy to speak.
"What on earth did you do it for?" Janice asked.
"It's not like I wanted to," she lied. "I... lost a bet.
It's just for today and then it's over!"
Janice answered, "I have to admit - it IS pretty sexy. Are you
really planning to go to the game like that?"
"Yeah," Kim admitted as she blushed even more.
"I think its fine," Heather said again, resolutely. "What
do you think Janice?" she asked. "Do you think Kim should
take the paint off before the game?"
"Hey,
if she wants to go like that, that's her own get out. Like I said, I
think it's pretty sexy. I just can't imagine in a million years that
I would ever do something like that."
"What about you?" Heather asked Joy. Joy stood farther back
from Heather, and still stared open-mouthed at Kim.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but ... if everyone else is cool
with it, then I'm cool with it. I don't want to be a party pooper. And
it is pretty exciting. But no way would I ever do that, either!"
"All right, we're all agreed," Heather pressed on. "We'll
allow it, but only if everyone here agrees not to tell a single soul.
Can we all agree to that?"
Everyone nodded.
Heather figured that now that the cat was out of the bag, she might
as well go all the way. She started to make up a story from the top
of her head. "It's really no big deal, and I should know, 'cos
I've had to do it myself, before I was head cheerleader."
"Really? Wow!" said a wide-eyed Amy.
"Yes. It's a common punishment head cheerleaders give their cheerleaders
who don't behave. In fact, the bet that Kim is talking about, what she
really means is that she made a very serious error, which confidentiality
prevents me from mentioning the details of. I warned her that unless
her behavior changed, she would get this punishment. She didn't, so
here she is. In fact, she's not the only one. At the same time, I'm
punishing Katherine for another serious offense."
There was a gasp from Joy and Janice. Amy, remembering Alan's earlier
lie, figured the mistake the two made was losing their cheerleading
underwear.
"Katherine, you want to show them?" Heather asked. Now it
was Katherine's turn to furiously blush. She turned around and briefly
exposed her butt. "I'm... shaved in the front, too," she said
very quietly.
"Heather, you can't give out this kind of punishment!" said
Joy. "If that happened to me... I think I would die of shame!"
"I can and I will!" Heather said sternly. "If anyone
here tells a single other soul, even your best friend or sibling or
whomever, then whoever tells will have this as their punishment. If
someone tells and I can't find out who, then you all will have to be
painted and go to a game that way. Does anyone oppose me on this?"
There was complete silence. "No? Then good!" Heather reveled
in her new-found power over the other cheerleaders.
"All right, then. Katherine, you take Kim back to the lockers and
get her paint job touched up, if you can. You know who to get help from."
Heather also knew by now that Alan was the painter and referred to him.
"Come back and rejoin practice when you're done, and have Kim come
back and rejoin practice as soon as she's dry. Now, run along."
The two of them started to scamper off, but Heather
stopped them. "Wait! Stay here for a sec."
"It's not as big a deal as it appears, girls," Heather went
on to the whole group as she tried to reassure the panicked faces of
some of the other cheerleaders. Even Amy was panicky at the thought
of being painted and getting found out by the crowd. "The fact
of the matter is, this happens all the time, and the only people who
ever possibly find out are the other cheerleaders, because everyone
else is too far away to see clearly.
"Do you know, over the years, how many times this
has happened to girls on our squad? Lots. Hardly anyone knows just how
many, 'cos no one ever finds out. It's a head cheerleader secret. Katherine
and Kim have actually been like that all week, and none of you suspected
a thing! I don't know why Kim had such a bad paint job today, but if
she hadn't you still would never have noticed. So don't worry about
those two during the game today. This is the last day of their punishment."
That relieved the others at lot, even as they were shocked to find out
that both had been like that for a week. But the others were still intensely
curious about it all, and especially to see what would happen during
the game.
"Okay," Heather went on, "since that's all settled, I
must say I'm still curious about this paint job. I want a closer look
to see just what the problem is. Kim, can you lean up against that chain
link fence over there?"
Kim nervously walked to the fence and wondered what new deviltry Heather
had in mind.
The head cheerleader commanded, "All right, lean up against the
fence. Higher. Stick your butt out higher, so we can get a clear view."
Kim was forced to stick her butt up at an obscene angle, so it was higher
than her head.
"That's better," Heather continued. "Everybody gather
round. This damn skirt keeps getting in the way, though." Heather
had purposely let the skirt fall over her hands twice to make it seem
like an obstruction, when in fact it was not. "This damn skirt.
Better just take it off." In one fell swoop, Heather pulled Kim's
skirt down until it hit the ground. "That's better," she said
as she suppressed a snicker.
"NoooOOOooo!" cried Kim. "I'm naked! The football players
will see!" Football practice took place not far away on the other
side of the fence. Even though it looked like Kim wore panties, to Kim
it felt like she was totally nude.
"No you're not," chided Heather. "Remember, nobody thinks
you're naked unless they can see you up close. That's why I pulled your
skirt off, to make a point. Look – the football players aren't taking
any notice at all." It was true; the football players were busy
running plays. But even if they thought the paint job was real underwear,
the sight of all the cheerleaders gathered around one person, staring
at a skirtless crotch was bound to bring lots of attention as soon as
any of the football players noticed. Heather didn't care much - she
loved to play with danger.
Kim was silent and hoped a lack of discussion could hurry things up.
Heather put
her hands on Kim's butt and peered at Kim's ass closely. "Everybody
take a close look. Note how even the pussy lips are painted. But the
paint there seems to be patchy, so you can see her pink if you're paying
attention. That's bad." All the cheerleaders couldn't help but
gather closely and stare, like passersby who gazed at a car wreck.
"Heather, please stop this, I beg you!" cried Kim. "I'll
do anything, just let me go! I'm so embarrassed. I think I'm going to
cry!"
Heather reluctantly let Kim go, mostly because she
didn't want to have the other cheerleaders, especially Joy and Janice,
freak out too much. Kim was allowed to put her skirt back on and walked
off to the locker room with Katherine. The whole incident took less
than a minute, and luckily none of the football players noticed anything
odd.
Katherine, meanwhile, had no idea how she was supposed to touch up Kim's
paint job. As the two of them walked to the locker room, she said, "That's
a real shame Joy noticed. I can't believe Heather ratted me out, too!
And exposed my brother pretty much in the bargain. I'm gonna have to
get her for that. Anyways, I think she's right. The only thing we can
do now is find Alan and fix your patchy paint job. He should be playing
tennis right now. You stay here in the lockers and we'll come back."
"Thanks," was all Kim could say. She was a very emotional
type and was still on the verge of tears.
Katherine tried her best to reassure her new friend. "Don't worry;
I'm sure it'll be fine. No way will any of the others ever tell with
that threat of a punishment. Heather sure gave a convincing story. And
I thought your paint job was good enough. Anyway, I'll be back soon."
Katherine was able to get Alan out of tennis with the excuse of a family
emergency. Ever resourceful, he had kept a brush and some of the paint
in his locker in case of emergencies and went to get it. He quickly
painted Kim up right in the big shower stall of the girl's locker room
where he most certainly wasn't supposed to be. It was also where Katherine,
Amy and Heather had played with each other just the day before.
He wondered what would happen if another female came
into the room while he was there, but no one wanted to even discuss
that possibility, it seemed. Because Kim was scared, it took him a few
minutes of fingering her pussy for her pussy lips to get puffed up enough
for him to paint them properly. He had to calm her down with soothing
words, and then talk nasty to get her aroused. Katherine, meanwhile,
stood guard.
He returned to class as quickly as he could. One could see the tennis
courts from the football field, so the other cheerleaders who didn't
already know Alan's role saw Katherine headed that way and Alan leave
tennis. Thus, obviously they had reason now to strongly suspect that
Alan was the painter of the fake underwear.
Back on the field, Kim and Katherine felt very self-conscious as they
did their exercises. The other girls were still somewhat shocked, and
frequently peeked in their direction. Heather finally had to order them
to not give any unnecessary glances at Kim and Katherine during the
game, for fear of drawing the crowd's attention towards them.
The game itself
went without incident. There were some exposing moves like the high
kick, but they were kept to a minimum by Heather and apparently no one
in the crowd suspected a thing.
Kim and Katherine were nervous as hell the entire game,
but really they were in little danger of getting caught. The crowd was
so far away that no one could have noticed unless they looked for something
suspicious with binoculars. Both of them secretly enjoyed the experience.
Like the thrill of a bungee jump or frightening horror film, they enjoyed
it and hated it at the same time.
Afterwards, all the other cheerleaders crowded around Kim and Katherine
and fawned over them like little schoolgirls (except for Heather, who
remained aloof to maintain her authority). "Oh my God, that was
so hot!" Janice gushed. "Every time we did a high kick or
shook our booties, I got so excited, even though it wasn't me!"
"Me too!" said Amy.
"What about you, Joy?" Katherine asked.
"It was pretty crazy, that's all I can say." She shook her
head in wonder. "Okay, I admit it, I felt the same way. You two
are pretty cool, that you can do that. If it were me, I would have pissed
myself in total and utter fear!"
CHAPTER 14
Finally Alan's school day ended. He figured he shouldn't watch the game
(i.e., actually his sister's pussy with binoculars), since he was more
or less outed as the painter. Not to mention, he had his meeting after
school with Ms. Rhymer. As everyone else left the school grounds, he
went back to his fourth period classroom, full of curiosity at what
Ms. Rhymer would talk about.
When he got there, she sat alone behind her desk and looked extremely
angry. "Come in, young man!" she said sternly. He walked in,
suddenly meek.
"Young man, I had hoped to use this time to discuss your medical
treatment. But it looks like a more urgent problem has come up. Mr.
Jackson told me all about how he caught you in the supply room yesterday."
Alan knew he was in deep trouble now.
"I'm shocked. Shocked to hear that you were in that room with some
little hussy." She shot her words at him like bullets. "That
cheerleader Kim, I gather." Her tone softened. "I'm hurt too,
that you didn't even tell me that you had a girlfriend. I thought that
you considered me a friend you could confide in, even though I'm also
your teacher." He thought he saw her wipe away a tear, but he wasn't
sure.
"You are a friend!" he quickly interjected. "You're my
favorite, best teacher I've ever had!"
"Well, some kind of friend you are, then," she continued,
now bitter. "What kind of friend would steal my key, make a copy
of it and then use that copy to fornicate in a completely forbidden
area? I cannot tell you how utterly disappointed I am in you, young
man! This is completely deplorable! Not so much because of what you
did in there. I understand that you've been driven to such behavior
by your ... medical treatment. But to betray my trust like that! That
was completely unnecessary! Why couldn't you have just told me? We could
have worked something out." She definitely cried now, both sad
and angry.
Alan felt so bad that he felt like would cry, too. He was too stunned
to come up with a good response. He completely hadn't expected this,
especially since Ms. Rhymer had acted no differently towards him during
class that day. When the class was over, she had even said to him, "Don't
forget our appointment! I'll see you later!" in a completely innocuous
and gay tone.
He still tried to figure out what she meant by "worked something
out," when she prodded him again, "What do you have to say
for yourself, young man?"
"Um, I'm really sorry! I never meant to hurt you! It wasn't that
I wanted to betray your trust; it's just that I thought that you would
never understand, that no one would understand. This medical treatment
is driving me crazy! It's like my body chemistry has changed. I get
horny all the time, and I've gotten used to getting quick relief. I
thought that if I didn't get some relief in the middle of the day during
school, I would go crazy. So I did something drastic, and stupid."
"You sure did," she agreed, now angry again. "You're
just lucky that it was Mr. Jackson who caught you, or you could have
been expelled. I understand that you needed relief, but why did you
have to turn to some slutty cheerleader? I'm sure that Kim is a slut
who's ready to spread her legs for any guy, or girl more likely, I hear!
Do you know enough about sexual diseases? Do you realize the risks you're
taking?"
Suddenly her voice changed and became loving and caring.
"Why didn't you come to me, your favorite teacher? Do you not like
me? Do you not find me attractive? I'll tell you, young man," her
voice angry again, "that cheerleader is no match for me! I could
show her things that would make her blush!"
Alan's mind boggled. What is she saying? Is she offering to replace
Kim, so I can do things with her sexually? With my sexy teacher? The
one I've been dreaming about for two years? No way. This is exactly
like what Katherine was joking about just yesterday!
He answered, "I find you VERY attractive, Ms. Rhymer! Please don't
be mad at me! You're the greatest! I've had a crush on you for two years!"
"Hrrmph!" Ms. Rhymer huffed. "You're just saying that
to make me feel better! You've always had a cunning tongue. Anyway,
having a crush on your teacher is wrong! Very wrong! It's not allowed.
And you can't blame that on your medical treatment, either. I think
you've been bad. Very bad! Luckily, Mr. Jackson was smart enough to
come to me and explain the situation. Since you stole my key, he thought
it fit that I give you the punishment for your misdeeds, and a punishment
you will get!"
Alan was already a bit surprised by her appearance, since her blouse
was open and underneath it she wore a sporty top that had a lower cut
than anything he'd seen her wear before. He doubted she wore a bra.
But now she got up, and Alan noticed that she had no pants on whatsoever,
and merely wore a bathing suit bottom. However, he was in no position
at the moment to ask why.
Ms. Rhymer walked
towards the door and locked it. She picked up something off of the desk
and held it behind her back. Then she came back to him, bent over him
with her hands behind her back and got even angrier. "Since you
act like a child, I'm going to treat you like a child!" she raved.
"I'm going to give you a spanking, just like a little boy!"
Her tone then momentarily changed yet again and grew hesitant. "Now,
strictly speaking, this kind of thing is not allowed. Do you plan to
complain, or are you man enough to take your proper punishment with
dignity and keep your mouth shut?"
"I'll uh, take my proper punishment." His mind spun crazily.
Could this be for real? Kind, amazingly nice Ms. Rhymer, "Surfer
Girl" Ms. Rhymer, is going to spank me like a little boy? Of all
the people in the world!
"Good! At least you're not a complete baby!" she yelled, tough
again. "Now take off your shorts and underwear and bend over the
desk."
Oh no! I'll have to get naked in front of her! I always wanted to
be naked for her, but not like this. Alan stood three feet in front
of Ms. Rhymer, who now sat on the edge of her desk. He was as red as
can be. He took a step or two back, and began to take off his shoes
so he could get his shorts off, and then slowly slid his shorts down.
He felt like he was the main event in a completely coerced strip show.
He would have been just as humiliated if a whole crowd watched him.
He began to pull his underwear off as he watched Ms.
Rhymer's angry eyes bore into his crotch. His penis sprung free and
showed itself to be completely erect. He quickly got his underwear off
and used his hands to cover up his penis.
"Young man, you are completely incorrigible! You stand in front
of your teacher with a hard-on! No, don't try to hide it!" Alan
sheepishly pulled his hands away. "Is that how you repay all my
kindness, with your perverted crush and uncontrollable erections? That's
what you've been doing all this week and last, having erections all
through my class. I won't stand for it! Now come over here and take
your punishment!"
Alan noticed that Ms. Rhymer now held her ruler and unconsciously stroked
it in the same way he'd spied her doing it a few days before. God,
what the hell does she want? First I thought she's coming on to me,
then she's humiliating me, now she's stroking the ruler. What the hell?
I've never seen her act like this, at all.
He nervously walked over to the desk and bent over
it. He was tall enough so that his feet still touched the floor, and
he was able to push his genitals up and over the desk to give them some
cover.
She crouched down
behind him so she could have a good look at him between his legs. "No,
that position is too good for you," Ms. Rhymer finally concluded.
"I won't have your disgusting genitals all over my desk."
She grabbed a chair that had no armrests. "Here, lay down over
this." Alan did. He put his knees on the ground in the back and
his head and arms on the ground in front. Between them, the chair pressed
on his stomach. His genitals, including his engorged dick, hung down
in the open air just beyond the edge of the seat. With his face practically
on the ground, it was impossible for him to look up and see where his
teacher stood or what she did.
"That's more like it," she said. "Now get ready to take
your punishment. I think ten smacks will be a good start."
He felt a smack on his bottom, and realized it must be the ruler she
had just stroked. It really hurt. Four more times the ruler came down
in quick succession. He was already in real agony after the first one.
He didn't expect it to hurt so much, but it did.
"Now how does that make you feel?" his teacher said through
clenched teeth. "That'll teach you to fuck that little tramp! I'll
bet that finally cured you of your erection."
To his amazement, Alan felt Ms. Rhymer reach under
his legs and cup his penis in her hands. If anything, it was harder
than before.
She yelled at him, "I can't believe it! You're still hard! Are
you so perverted that spanking actually turns you on instead? Well,
we'll see with a few more smacks."
To his ever-increasing surprise, Alan found that indeed, the spanking
had only gotten him more aroused. Especially because ever since Ms.
Rhymer had grasped his penis, she hadn't let go.
"However," Ms. Rhymer went on with a bit more softness in
her voice, "I see that I may have been too hard with the ruler.
It's not my intention to hurt you so badly. For the rest of your punishment
I'll use my hand so it won't leave such a mark."
She spanked his naked butt with the palm of her hand. The spankings
were much less painful now. Between each swat her hand lingered on his
butt and caressed where the hand had just hit. Meanwhile, Alan felt
her other hand begin to move around his penis, as if she purposely rubbed
it.
By the tenth and
hopefully last strike, it was clear that there was a lot more stroking
of his butt and rubbing of his penis than any spanking going on. But
to Alan's surprise, even the painful spankings had aroused him. He felt
like he would shoot his load onto the floor at any second, and only
fiercely held back because he was afraid what her reaction would be.
If it hadn't been for his PC muscle training, he would have lost it
long ago.
"Turn over," she said. He turned over and maneuvered himself
so he ended up sitting in the chair. He looked her into her eyes at
last. She appeared to pant heavily and stared with excitement at his
long, thick penis. "Sit down on the edge of the desk, and face
me," she commanded.
Alan obeyed. His penis poked up away from his body and into the air.
He actually felt the blood pulse into it in his head and it made him
light-headed.
The pace of her breathing slowed. "Good. You're not ashamed of
your manhood. Now we can have that discussion of what to do about your
medical treatment."
Her voice was much kinder now. "Alan, I didn't
actually want to spank you. I've never spanked anyone in my life. But
it was the only way I could think of to get you in the position you're
in right now. Namely, sitting naked on my desk. The fact is, what really
fuels my anger is that you don't want me to help you find relief with
your ejaculations! What is it that you need? A handjob? A blowjob?
Lots of them? I can give you anything that cheerleader can give you
and twice as well! I've had feelings for you, too, for some time, but
I've just been too shy and maybe ashamed to act on them. I still don't
know what to say or do now. The spanking and anger was a way to step
outside of myself to get past that barrier, but now I don't know what
to do."
"Kiss me," Alan said. He surprised himself with his confidence,
a confidence greatly fueled by lust. He stood up and kissed his teacher
on the lips.
CHAPTER 15
Ms. Rhymer's mouth parted open and soon their tongues twirled in a wild
dance. Her hands ran to his naked ass and began to caress it while he
ran his hands through her hair and down her back.
She broke the kiss and moaned, "I'm so sorry for hurting you. I'll
never do it again. Please forgive me!" They kissed some more. Alan
groped at her boobs with one hand, but was foiled by her top and thick
bra. He took off her blouse, which already hung open, and then began
to take off the exercise clothing she wore underneath it.
She pushed him away. "Alan, I can't let you do that. You know I
have a boyfriend, a serious boyfriend. My feelings for him are ... confused.
I'm not ready for that. I'm not ready to, um, you know, have sex. If
you have to do that right now, go to that little tramp. But I can give
you something else. The best blowjob you ever had, or ever are going
to get!"
She knelt down in front of him and before her own desk. When she took
his penis in hand, she guided it into her mouth and began to work her
tongue around the head. It felt unbelievable. She whipped her tongue
around his penis so quickly that he felt as if there were two tongues
upon him. She played with the tip of his penis and then took him deep,
deeper than anyone before. Then she pulled him all the way out, did
it again and went even deeper this time.
Though she breathed through her nose, she eventually
had to pause for more air. Then she did it again, but this time he felt
his penis not only hit the back of her throat, but actually go down
it. He thought for sure her gag reflex would kick in and she would choke
or even throw up, but she didn't.
He looked down and saw that her mouth went nearly all the way to his
balls. He realized, So this is what deep throating is!
Alan could only
wonder to himself, Where on Earth did all that penis go? It's like
sword swallowing! But it got even better. His penis slid up and
down her throat, and it occurred to him just how similar the sensations
were to when he fucked his sister the day before. It's not like I'm
metaphorically fucking her face - I am literally fucking her face!
It was like fucking and then some, because even as
his penis pistoned in and out of the back of her mouth, her tongue swirled
around the middle of his penis, and her lips did incredible things to
the base of his penis.
But she didn't stop there. With one hand she played with his balls,
which gave him incredible sensations there that he had never felt before.
With the other she pushed his butt up and then slid a finger into his
anus. Between all these sensations, he knew he couldn't last long. Even
his PC muscle exercises didn't prepare him for this combined assault.
"I have to cum!" he cried. She kept on as if she hadn't heard.
He shot a powerful load into her mouth, but she took it in stride and
swallowed every last drop of his jism.
When he was done, she gasped for breath, but she was okay. She stood
up, satisfied and happy. "Now tell me young man, can your girlfriend
do that?"
"No," Alan admitted. "You were amazing." Alan realized
that of all his blowjobs recently the only ones that came close were
those of Suzanne's, and even she couldn't compare. Deep throating was
a completely different thing, and only Ms. Rhymer knew how to deep throat
him.
"Actually, she's not my girlfriend," he said. "I don't
really have a girlfriend. She's more of a lesbian than anything. That
was a weird moment of passion. I don't know what it means for the future,
but I don't think of her in that way. That's why I didn't tell you."
"Good. Since you don't have a girlfriend, I want you here every
day after school to get your treatment, and that's a requirement to
pass my class, young man!" She smiled broadly.
He replied, "Ms. Rhymer, please, don't even say that. I think I'm
going to die. You show me pleasure I didn't even think possible, and
then you say we're going to do it every day? With you? The woman I've
been dreaming about for so long? Do you have any idea how many nights
I fell asleep masturbating, thinking about you? I can't believe this
is happening."
She was very happy. "It's not quite as good as that. Deep throating
isn't exactly easy, or as pleasurable for me as your regular cocksucking.
I'm afraid we'll have to save those for special occasions. You'll just
have to put up with plain old cocksucking on a daily basis."
"Oh no! How horrible!" he joked. But then, more seriously,
he said, "Um, I can't, uh, actually be with you every day after
school." Alan thought of his plans to go to Kim's house with his
sister every Monday and Thursday, for starters. She was very surprised.
"God knows I'd love to! Some days I can, but it would be better
during lunch, Ms. Rhymer. I don't know if that's possible for you, though."
"Don't call me Ms. Rhymer. Don't you think we know each other well
enough now to be on a first-name basis?"
"Sorry, uh, Gloria."
"Call me Glory. That's what my close friends call me."
"Glory." He tried out the new word experimentally. It made
him smile, because he began to sing:
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded forty-four
Now she ain't my teach no more!
They both laughed. "Battle Hymn of the Republic, you know,"
Alan pointed out. They both were familiar with the kid's variation to
the famous song.
"The first two lines are good, but I don't like the last two,"
she kidded.
"I don't either. Let's see. Maybe we can come up with something
better." He sang again:
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
We did it on the floor of a beat up four by four
And now I bang her on the door!
"Much better," she said with a laugh. "You're so clever!
What a shame I don't own a four by four. Maybe we can work on realizing
that last line, though. Someday, perhaps. Did you notice this room is
actually pretty ideal? The door locks, there's thick paper over the
door's tiny window, and the walls are thick and soundproof. Plus, we're
on the second floor, and with the trees and the hill in the way, no
one can look in from outside. Maybe we should try out your door idea
someday when the hallways are full, and see if anyone notices!"
"And here you won't even let me take off your bra."
"Well, since you insist, maybe I'll give you a little peek. But
hands to yourself." She began to strip.
She talked as she sexily shed her clothing. "Your lunch idea presents
some problems. I realize that's when I could really help you the most,
since Suzanne helps you before school and when you get home, I assume.
But it could be suspicious if you were in my room during lunch every
day, with the door locked."
"But everybody already knows that I stay after class and talk to
you during lunch anyway."
"That's true, but it's usually only for five minutes at the most,
and it's with the door unlocked and usually open."
"Okay, here's an idea," said Alan. "Some days we can
do it during lunch, with the door locked, of course. Get your door to
automatically lock when it shuts. Some doors do that, and then the locked
door won't seem suspicious." Alan's eyes were locked on her chest
now, as she finished unhooking her bra.
"How do I do that?" she asked as she let the bra drop to the
floor.
Alan thought, Dang! Nice tits! My teacher's tits! This is so sweet!
This isn't happening! He gazed at her like an idiot. Then he snapped
back to her question. "Uh. A locksmith can change it. Then, on
other days, we can hang out and talk during lunch as we always do with
the door open, so people will think sometimes the door just happens
to close and sometimes it doesn't. On those days, hopefully usually
we can meet after school in your room, and take more time. 'Cos after
all, we both have to still eat lunch, and the lunch period is not long."
"I think I have a new item on my menu," said Glory. "It's
called a Sperm Shake. Very high in protein. I can still taste it!"
She leaned her head back and made lewd gurgling noises.
Alan was shocked, insofar as he paid attention to anything other than
her boobs. "Ms. Rhymer! I meant, Glory!"
"You thought
I was prim and proper, didn't you? Well I have a whole other side."
She was completely naked from the waist up, but seemed surprisingly
unselfconscious about being naked in front of him. She even thrust her
chest out a little bit.
"I kinda guessed, though it's still a surprise to see," said
Alan. "When I've seen you on the beach it's like you're a totally
different person. You know, we all call you 'Surfer Girl' behind your
back."
Alan's thoughts drifted to mental images he had of
seeing Glory surf the waves even as his eyes remained locked on her
chest, and he imagined her surfing naked.
"I know, and I don't mind at all!" Referring to the nickname
of one of the other teachers, she pointed out, "It's much better
than calling Mr. Farnburton 'Mr. Farmbottom'!" They laughed together.
She continued, "Maybe one of these days you'll just have to bump
into 'Surfer Girl' accidentally-on-purpose at the beach. I'd like that."
"I'd like that very much, too." He found himself horny all
over again, on top of his already-existing arousal. He fantasized fucking
her on the beach sands, even as he absorbed the reality of her topless
beauty in front of him. "I've had some pretty amazing fantasies
about you, but the reality is soooo much better." But then he remembered
what else he had to do. "Unfortunately, right now I've got to roll,"
Alan said ruefully.
"So soon? I thought we were just getting started!" she pouted.
"You don't like what you see?" She cupped her boobs and thrust
them out towards him. "Are you going to run home to Suzanne's bigger
boobs instead?" She then pinched her boobs, as if to entice Alan
to suck on them.
"It's not that! I'd love to stay here for hours. But I've got a
medical appointment. It's about my treatment." He began to put
on his clothes.
"Oh. Well, then. That can't be helped. And sorry again about the
spanking. But it was my way of breaking the ice. I'm sure we can find
ways for me to make it up to you. I might just need to work on my deep
throating some more, for instance. I might just have to suck on your
cock quite a lot, as my way to say I'm sorry. Would you like that?"
"Glory, you know I'm not brain damaged. Though I might be if you
keep giving me blowjobs like that one. So I'm not even going to dignify
that with an answer."
She smiled happily and so did he. "See you on Monday, especially
at lunch, if you know what I mean!"
"Definitely. And the spanking wasn't bad at all. In fact, it made
me all horny, as you knew it would. But since you were so naughty with
me, maybe I'll just have to give YOU the spanking next time!"
"Maybe you will," Glory agreed gleefully.
He waved and walked out.
Alone, Glory thought to herself, What have I done? Glory, you are
a very, very foolish woman. You're skating on thin ice. Razor-thin ice.
There are so many reasons why that was not a smart thing to do, including
what my boyfriend would think. Soon to be ex-boyfriend, I suspect. And
there's my job. I'm gonna lose my job for sure. But, to be completely
honest, I'd do it all over again. My Alan! He's mine!
Little did even the very perceptive Glory realize just
how many other women she was competing with.
NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone,
EBC, Spurtz, and NightShadow. A special thanks to NightShadow
for extensive additions in some scenes.
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