CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Oct. 30)

Alan woke up Wednesday morning weary but excited. Weary, because he hadn't been able to take his nap or sleep as much as he wanted, and he was also wiped out from a number of great sexual experiences. The many times he did it with Heather especially wore his penis down. But he was excited too, because the fact it was Wednesday meant only one more day until his father Ron was gone. With the way Susan was acting lately, he figured she was as excited as he was to see her husband go. She seemed raring to get more sexually involved, though in what way and just how much Alan didn't know. But he knew something good with her would be happening soon.

On the downside, Alan still wasn't seeing much of Suzanne, as she could only make sneak visits to his room every now and then. She'd been foiled trying to see him the past couple of days. Furthermore, he and his sister were playing it extra safe until Ron left. But they did have another session at Kim's house planned for Thursday afternoon just hours before Ron was supposed to leave.

And then there was Glory at school. They'd skipped doing anything on Tuesday so as to not raise too many suspicions. When lunch rolled around on Wednesday, she was therefore especially eager for more, but Alan was not. In mind, yes, but not in body.

Her hands were on his crotch almost the instant the last of the other students were gone, but his penis was so overworked that even getting hard was painful for him. That was hard for Glory to understand.

She pulled down his elastic shorts and placed her hand on the bulge in his underwear. It was flaccid. "Alan, is there something wrong? Two days and you're already tired of me?"

"No way, Glory," he replied. "I've been whistling the 'Battle Hymn of the Republic' all day long." That was true - he meant the 'Glory, Glory' version. "But it hurts. It really does. Why don't we practice our kissing?"

Glory had to content herself with kissing and groping for the rest of the lunch break. The gossipy teacher wondered to herself what, or more likely, who, had gotten his penis so worn out, but she didn't pry.

Alan went home expecting to have a boring day, now that the Tuesday excitement was all over and Thursday had yet to arrive. But he was forgetting about Suzanne. She certainly wasn't forgetting about him. She correctly gathered that Susan's willpower had been breaking down recently, though she didn't know the details. She thought it was time to give herself a big reward for how far she'd managed to bring her scheme along.

When Alan got home, Katherine was already there, hanging out in the living room. Almost as soon as he came in, Suzanne entered as well. Katherine was reading a magazine on a couch but she jumped up and excitedly ran to the front door to greet Suzanne, as if her arrival wasn't an everyday occurrence.

"Hi Suzanne!" she yelled as she ran into Suzanne's arms. The two hugged each other, and then kissed. Alan thought as he watched, First one cheek, then the other, and then square on the lips! His brain reeled. They kissed on the lips? What the fuck? Whoa.

The kiss wasn't long, and they walked into the living room as if such kissing was nothing unusual. Katherine went back to reading; Susan was in the kitchen and never saw what happened. But Alan was positive he'd never seen his sister and neighbor French kiss before. What was THAT? he pondered. Was that a sign of something really sexual? Or are they just being friendly? I hear women sometimes kiss on the lips without it meaning anything. But still ... Hmm... Is this part of "sexing things up" around the house to help me out? Because if it is, it sure is working!

Suzanne brought her bikini over and said she was in a mood to use the pool. This was very unusual as she wasn't much of a swimmer, and even less of a sunbather due to her very fair skin. When she did swim she used the pool back at her own house. Alan realized there was obviously some ulterior motive for this behavior. As it was known by all that Ron would be gone into the evening, Alan figured she was up to some sexy mischief. Even though he was exhausted and desperately wanted a nap, he decided to hang out by the pool for a bit first, and see what Suzanne would do.

Susan naturally went out to sunbathe with Suzanne. Katherine somewhat surprisingly did not. She wanted to play it cool until Ron left and she wasn't sure how well she could control herself in front of her mother.

Suzanne wanted to make sure Alan didn't go for a nap. While Alan was getting himself a drink in the kitchen, Suzanne said as she opened the sliding door to the back patio, "Sweetie, make sure to meet me out back in a few. There's something we should discuss."

Alan came out a short time later, after doing some things in his room. As he came up to the two mothers, Susan said, "Tiger, don't pay any mind to Suzanne's bathing suit, and I put bathing suit in quotes. She's promised me that's she'll wear something else next time."

"Nice bikini, Suzanne," Alan replied mischievously. "I especially like the top" – there was no top - "but the bottom isn't half bad either." The bottom was more of a G-string than a bikini, and didn't even cover all of Suzanne's hairy bush. Alan also noticed and appreciated the lewd way Suzanne was sitting, with her legs splayed out wide as if waiting to be fucked.

"Suzanne, I told you this would happen!" Susan said in exasperation. "You're corrupting him!"

""If you don't like the bikini, Susan, I can take it off," Suzanne innocently suggested, and made a motion to begin pulling her bikini bottom all the way off.

"No thanks! That wasn't the solution I had in mind!" Susan replied in greater frustration. Susan was frustrated that Alan only had eyes for Suzanne, thanks to her best friend's toplessness.

"How many people here vote that I should take it all off?" Suzanne asked, and raised her hand. Alan raised his hand too. They both smiled as they knew they outnumbered Susan two to one.

"How many people vote that I should keep it on?" Suzanne continued.

Rather than raise her hand, Susan complained, "This isn't a democracy! This is my house, I make the rules, and I don't even know why I let you come out here with that fraction of a thing on in the first place. Geez! What about propriety? What if my husband saw you like that?"

"Okay, okay," Suzanne said, and lay back down. So Suzanne kept the suit on, but she was nonetheless pleased at the response from Alan.

Susan on the other hand still jealously fumed at how Alan barely even noticed her in her much more conservative suit. Here I've just promised that I'd get more sexy for him - wear a more sexy bikini he said - but I've let him down. Next time I'm gonna wear another, skimpier bikini, one that'll give Suzanne's a run for her money. He's hardly even noticing me! If this keeps up, maybe I should take my top off too. Not that I want to...

A new thought occurred to Susan, and she asked, "Anyway, Suzanne, I heard you saying you wanted Alan for something. What did you call him out here for? Just so you could make fun of my more sensible standards of decency?"

"No Susan, of course not. We can make fun of those anytime," she gently teased, smiling a wry smile. "And you're right, I certainly do want him for something." Suzanne made sure Susan saw that she looked at Alan's crotch and licked her lips.

"Suzanne," Susan chided. "I don't know what you mean exactly, but no doubt it's very sexual, so please cut it out."

Suzanne sat up in her chair to directly face Susan. "So what makes you think I'd be thinking something sexual? Maybe you're projecting." As she moved, she jiggled her bare tits in an exaggerated fashion, making sure Alan could see from where he stood. She also sat up in her chair on her hands and knees supposedly to get closer to Susan, but actually so Alan could have a great look at Suzanne's nearly naked ass. Everyone knew what she was doing, as she couldn't help but smile mischievously.

"Suzanne! Please! You're going too far. You had something pressing for Alan?"

Suzanne thought to herself, That one's too easy. But she couldn't resist. She stared blatantly at the bulge in Alan's swimsuit. As she wiggled her butt, covered by only a thin string down her ass, she replied, "Actually, I was rather hoping that Alan had something pressing for me. Mmm. Yummy. Looks like he does."

"Suzanne!" Susan huffed.

"Sorry." She sat back in her chair and became more serious. "Actually, I brought Alan out here to offer him a job." Suzanne proceeded to tell Alan that her usual pool cleaning boy wasn't coming by this week, and today was his usual day. "Could you clean the pool instead, Sweetie? It's only a two-hour job, and I'll pay you well. How does $50 sound?"

"Sounds great!" He was genuinely and pleasantly surprised at the opportunity. Even though Alan's family was rich, his mother tried not to spoil him, so he actually had very little spending money. He was even forced to work crappy jobs during the summers.

"Okay, Sweetie, why don't we head on over, and I'll show you what to do." They got up and went to the Pestridge house a few minutes later.

Susan was flummoxed: not only did Suzanne monopolize Alan's attention at the pool, but she quickly took him away from her altogether.

CHAPTER 2

About the only times Alan had ever been over to Suzanne's house was when there were dinners there involving both families, or when he passed through it on the way to use the tennis court. It was out back and on a lower level away from both the house and the pool. They walked through the gate in the fence between their houses, which allowed them to bypass the front yards completely.

They walked in silence. Suzanne had a big smile on her face, and thought as she swung her hand with his, Like taking candy from a baby. It's so easy to manipulate Susan, and of course I can do whatever I want with Alan. I've never unleashed my manipulative powers on Susan, since after all she is my friend and a very moral person. But this is so okay because secretly it's what she wants. She's loving life! But I'm loving it even more. I might just go all the way with Alan today, heh-heh-heh. ... Not that I would, actually. The time isn't ripe, 'cos Susan wouldn't be ready to hear that. But I could if I wanted to. It's so close. Everything is coming together!

As soon as they were standing next to Suzanne's pool, she revealed her real purpose. "Time to show you what to do, Mr. Pool Boy. There's not much to the job, actually."

Alan had a hard time paying attention to what she was saying because he was overcome by lust. Suzanne stood proudly before Alan, posing for him with her hands on her hips. One hand resting on a hip also casually pulled at her minuscule bikini bottom and pulled it to the side so Alan could see her bush.

He gushed, "Suzanne, have I ever told you you're a goddess?"

She laughed. "Yes, but not yet today, unfortunately."

"I'll have to make a daily habit of it then, because you are perfection."

"I could think of worse daily habits, like smoking." They were both all smiles and she especially was bursting with happiness. But she then complained, "I'm not perfection. What about my blue veins?" She ran her hands over her exposed boobs, tracing some barely visible veins with her fingers. "What about the crow's feet around my eyes?"

Alan responded sincerely, "Every thing about you is so sexy that the phrase 'bust a nut' is a literal worry for me. Just seeing you touch your boobs, it's like my cum is going to swell up and just burst out of my penis. And your face doesn't look old at all; it looks sexy, experienced, and knowing."

Suzanne unconsciously licked her lips as she imagined an endless stream of cum flowing out of Alan's penis like water flowing out of a garden hose. "You know how to make this ancient, ugly hag feel good. But you're distracting me. I still haven't told you your job, Mr. Pool Boy. The first thing you have to do is get naked."

"I will if you will," he said jokingly.

She made a mock sigh. "If that's what it takes to get you to follow orders, then very well. As if I'm in danger of being overdressed as it is! But since you insist, let's do it both at once." Her hands went to her waist so she could remove the bikini bottoms, the only thing she still wore.

"Hey, wait a minute." Alan was enjoying this. "Are you sure this is legal? I say we have another vote on taking it off, now that we're in a different legal jurisdiction."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "Sure. All in favor of Suzanne and her Sweetie getting naked and nasty, raise their hands." Suzanne and Alan raised both hands each, so four hands were in the air. "All in favor of Susan's stupid, fuddy-duddy rules and keeping their clothes on, raise their hands." After a suitable pause with no hands to be seen, Suzanne said, "The motion carries, four to zero."

Alan took off his shorts, but Suzanne waited with her bikini bottoms. Instead, she said, "Sweetie, I'll give you the honor of taking the bikini off, but remember, we have to have some rules, even without Susan here. Don't do anything unless I say okay first, okay?"

"Okay," said Alan. He could scarcely believe his luck. Taking advantage of the fact that he was naked, he stood right next to Suzanne, and took his time taking her bikini bottom off. Not only did he seize the opportunity to explore Suzanne's crotch and butt as much as he thought he could get away with, but he also let his penis rub up against Suzanne's skin. Since the two of them were nearly the same height, it poked close to some dangerous areas.

"Hey, Sweetie, who gave you permission to do that?" Suzanne finally asked, as she felt the head of his penis rubbing up against her inner thigh, putting it as close as six inches or so from her pussy lips.

Alan was all smiles. "Do what? Take off your suit? You did."

"Don't play dumb. I'm talking about something hard and long rubbing against me." He continued to rub his penis up and down Suzanne's thigh as he took off her bikini with the speed of a snail.

"Oh, you mean this?" He grabbed his penis with one hand and directed it even closer to her pussy. "Technically that's part of taking off your bikini. You know I've always been one to take advantage of legal loopholes."

He slid it between her legs so that it was rubbing the outside of her crotch. He began dry humping her.

"All right, smart-ass, take it off me already. It's your taking advantage of just plain holes that worries me more. What if your mother saw us like this? Mmmm!" She moaned in pure delight.

The pre-cum from his penis was now mixing with the dribble of fluid coming from her pussy, and she realized how easy it would be to allow him to slide forward just a little bit more. Alan was positively euphoric - he felt confident that he would finally get to fuck Suzanne, now that they were safely alone.

But she continued, "This is why my parents always warned me about lawyers. They always take advantage. Stop that this instant, or someone is going to be in trouble, and I'm not sure if it's gonna be you or me. I'm serious."

Alan stopped. He'd been aggressive because she was so obviously enjoying all he did, but he also always obeyed when he was told to stop. Yet he didn't remove his penis from being wedged in her crotch. His hot penis throbbed against her most sensitive areas, and she was dizzy with possibilities.

Finally, Suzanne added, "Again, Mr. Letter of the Law, the implication in the stop command is that you actually take your penis away, like I told you to before."

"Oops! I was going for the literal interpretation of your most recent command." Inwardly he was deeply disappointed that his ploy didn't work, but he tried not to let it show.

"I know you were. Now remove it already!" She thought, I definitely appreciate his aggressiveness. This is just the kind of thing I want to encourage. I can only imagine how great life will be when my Sweetie is roughly grabbing me and surprising me with random fucks all day long. But unfortunately there's no way I can risk sex at this point unless I'm sure Susan isn't home. For instance, Susan might hear if either one of us cries out loud, even from inside her house next door. Then I'd be screwed, and not in the good way.

Alan sped up the taking off of her suit, but he continued to rub his erect penis all down her pale leg as the suit went lower and lower. He reached her feet and finally took the suit off altogether, but rather than stop, he continued to rub his penis all over one of her feet. His free hand meanwhile roamed up her legs, though he couldn't reach much above her knees.

Eventually, she said, "Okay, stud, enough of that. Remember that you're here for a job? I think it's time to start."

"Now?" he whined. "But I was having so much fun."

"Oh, believe me, you'll find the job even more fun. All you have to do is stand up." Alan stood, while Suzanne got on her knees before him. "So here's what you have to do: sit back and enjoy getting your cock sucked." She cradled his penis and licked at the tip.

Alan had been lost in thinking about nothing but the possibility of fucking Suzanne, but for some reason her words made him think about where we was and what they were starting to do. He said, "I thought your house was completely off limits for this kind of thing. What about your husband? Your son Brad?"

Susan stopped licking long enough to answer. "I noticed you didn't mention Amy? You don't mind if she sees, you naughty boy?" She licked a bit more, completely circling right below the penis head. Then she laughed as she thought out loud, "And good thing you remembered that now. As if they wouldn't mind what we've been doing until this point, but they draw the line at cocksucking!"

"Hmm. Good point."

"Anyway, those two are out. I surprised Brad with a new fishing pole this morning, virtually guaranteeing the two of them would go off for a fishing trip all afternoon. They took the bait, so to speak." <Slurp, slurp.> "They're crazy about fishing. I got a different pole for myself." She squeezed his dick to make sure he caught her meaning. "Amy. As for her, she left for the beach with Katherine all afternoon. So we've got the whole house to our lonesome. All you have to do is make sure to keep your voice down."

Alan was feeling in a teasing mood. "So, this is what the regular pool boy does every week? Not bad work! How much does this job pay, again?"

"In his dreams. Sweetie, you're the only one for me. I hope you know that. I'm insulted if you think your cock isn't all the cock I'll ever need. However, having you do this every Wednesday ain't such a bad idea. I'll have to see if Susan will go for it."

She kept sucking. In just a couple minutes she brought him to the verge. "Are you ready?" she asked as she sensed his balls tightening.

"Ready, my ivory Amazon goddess!" he replied excitedly. She sucked him again until he began spurting his cum towards her, and then, completely surprising him, she pushed him backwards. He staggered around, trying to regain his balance, but they were right on the edge of the pool and he had nowhere to go. He splashed into the pool.

He came to the surface and gasped for breath as he spit water out of his mouth. He had been taken completely unawares. "What the hell did you do that for?" he finally asked. Suzanne was heartily laughing.

"No reason," she responded. "But looks like you'll have to stay naked for a little while."

Alan didn't terribly mind that prospect.

She said slyly, "I think maybe I'll get my book and hang around this pool today. And enjoy the view." Alan pulled himself out of the pool as she said this, and stood naked before her. "You look delish. Your muscles are definitely developing."

"Very funny stunt, Aunt Suzy. I'm not laughing."

"Come on, you're smiling at least." It's true, he was.

Suzanne meanwhile could hardly stop laughing. She was having the time of her life. She went to sit down on her lawn chair and get her book, but Alan didn't cooperate with her plans. "Now, as for your real job..." she began.

Alan jumped on top of her. As he was completely wet and she was dry, she let out a loud squeal. Alan wasn't particularly thinking about sex - he trusted Suzanne to set the pace with that. He just wanted to have fun and see what developed. He launched into a full on tickle attack. Within seconds Suzanne was screaming and laughing with delight (but not too loudly), and begging for mercy. But he kept on, so she tickled back. Tickling gave way to caressing and hugging after a few minutes, and then kissing. Alan was hard again by this time, and his penis pressed urgently into her thigh as he rubbed it up and down her soft skin.

Suzanne was loving it, but decided she had to get him to back off or they'd soon be having sex. "Down boy," she said as she gently but insistently pushed him away. He reluctantly backed off and sat on the chair next to hers. "I don't think you have a shyness with women problem anymore! All right, here's the plan. Remember your job? The bad news is you have to actually clean the pool. Otherwise your mother may grow suspicious, if she were to somehow come over and notice the pool was still dirty. I still plan to pay you. But I'd like to reward you in another way, too. Do a little work, then I'll suck you off. Some more work, some more pleasure. Repeat until the pool is clean or you can't get it up anymore, preferably the latter. Sound like a good way to spend the afternoon?"

"Yeah, but now that you're here with me, why not just stay naked and nasty together all day long, as we voted to earlier?"

"It's called plausible deniability. And anyway, I may bend Susan's rules a bit – okay, a lot, but she'd kill me if we had sex together, so don't even think about that. Not now. Not today."

So Alan raked leaves out of the pool most of the time, while Suzanne mostly read her book. Alan's shorts and shirt were left in the sun to dry, leaving him as naked as Suzanne.

Half an hour later, she asked Alan to cover her in suntan lotion. That quickly led to Alan's penis wandering all over her body. He even had the cheek to write "I love you" on her back with his penis movements. She got the message by feel, and said, "I love you too," out loud. They both laughed. Then she told him, mildly, "Cute, but cut out the funny business."

Suzanne thought, And I thought the day couldn't get any better. He loves me! I know he does. This is just like we're boyfriend - girlfriend. I feel so young and carefree. It's like I'm a teenager again! Seducing Alan was the smartest thing I ever did.

"I'm looking for a pen to write a response," she said as she turned over and grabbed his penis. "Problem is with me and pens, that I suck on them while I'm trying to think of what to write." That led to another long session of cocksucking while Suzanne occasionally fingered herself. But she seemed unwilling to go any further, even though both of them were buck-naked. At least Alan was consoled that she allowed him to rub his hands over her oily, coconut-scented body while she pleasured him.

Eventually, and at least technically, she returned to her book and he returned to the pool cleaning. Just when his clothes got reasonably dry, Suzanne "accidentally" threw them into the pool. At first, he found being nude in an outdoor and unfamiliar environment somewhat humiliating, but as the day went on he began to quite enjoy it. Knowing that her eyes were on him kept him nearly constantly hard.

Soon he noticed that she had more or less given up on the book and was spending most of her time with her hands up her pussy, watching him. Apparently her hands got tired, because after a while she went into the house and came back with a dildo. He watched her fascinated as she stuffed it up her pussy. It was small, and completely disappeared up inside. He never would have suspected its presence if he hadn't watched its insertion, except for the way Suzanne continued to squirm around in her lawn chair and play with her nipples.

It was remarkable any pool cleaning went on, but ever so slowly he managed to make progress on the job.

During another break between sexual play, and while Alan was actually working on the pool, Suzanne asked him from her lawn chair, "By the way, I've been meaning to ask: what exactly happened between you and Susan yesterday, with the abnormality check? I tried to get her to talk this morning, but she wouldn't say a word, so I figured it was pretty good."

"Oh, it was." Alan proceeded to tell Suzanne about his repeated difficulties in getting aroused, Susan's increasing and near desperate urge to help, and the great blowjobs she gave. Suzanne and Alan naturally became increasingly turned on as he talked. Before he got very far in the story he found himself back by her side, and her hand stroking his penis. When he started a detailed description of his mother's first Tuesday blowjob, she said, "You mean like this?" and started sucking him.

He didn't get to hear Suzanne's reaction to what Susan did, as she was too busy sucking. His story trailed off as he became fully absorbed by what she was doing. It had only been half an hour since the last blowjob. In an ideal world, Suzanne would have been happy to have Alan's penis in her mouth nearly all day long, every day, assuming it couldn't be in her pussy, and that's pretty much what was happening. Between Suzanne's infectious enthusiasm and her near constant cocksucking, Alan was having a tremendous day. Their only real limit was how quick Alan could get hard again - that's when most of the pool cleaning got done.

Alan neared climax. But then Suzanne's cell phone lying on a nearby table began ringing. It took a voice message after a few rings, but then it rang all over again. And again. "Damn, I should have left that thing inside," she said, then she returned to slurping on his prick. Finally she could ignore it no longer.

CHAPTER 3

The phone rang again, and Suzanne crawled a few feet across the patio to get it. "Sorry Sweetie, hold on a sec. It might be an emergency." She sat down on the ground and picked it up. Alan walked over after her, and coming up from behind, began fondling her tits even as he rubbed his penis along her back. He licked at her shoulder blades, loving her sweaty, salty taste.

After several more rings, Suzanne finally answered the phone. "Hello?"

"God fucking damn you, Suzanne!!!" It was a very angry Susan.

"What's wrong?"

"You know damn well what's wrong! You ARE mocking me and my rules! Alan's cleaning job is just a thin excuse for you to suck cock all day long!"

Both Suzanne and Alan looked around (Alan could hear Susan's voice quite well since she was shouting into the phone). They half expected to see Susan somewhere, perhaps leaning over the fence, but they couldn't see her. Suzanne was too stunned to answer.

"Answer me!" Susan finally yelled. "Or are you still too busy cocksucking to speak?" Suzanne turned around and pushed Alan away. Suzanne was actually relieved with that question, because it meant Susan wasn't currently looking at them from somewhere across the fence.

"I think maybe we should talk about this," Suzanne eventually said, in a quiet voice.

"Damn right we should! You two get your sorry asses over to my house right now! You... you... fucking cocksucker!" The phone clicked dead.

"I think we're busted," said a worried Suzanne. "I've never heard her so mad." She began putting her tiny bikini back on. "Get your wet clothes, and let's go face the wrath." At the last minute, as she was walking away, she thought to take the small vibrator out of her pussy.

They walked through the gate that was the only break in the tall wooden fence between their houses. There also was a tremendous amount of trees and bushes on both sides of the fence. Because the pool wasn't visible from the gate, Suzanne had thought there was no way they could be seen, but she was obviously wrong.

A livid Susan met them on the other side of the gate. She stood in a robe that covered her up well enough if she was careful. But as she began yelling and pointing her finger at Suzanne, her entire top opened up. Alan found it exceedingly difficult not to get horny from staring at her massive mammaries, and her rare display of anger only turned him on even more, for some reason. Jesus H. Christ, he thought. My mother was built for lots of fucking. That's all there is to it. How could fucking that body possibly be wrong?

Her anger turned to shock when she saw Alan. He was naked except for the wet shirt and shorts in his hands, which he held out just in front of his crotch to provide some coverage.

"Look at you two!" she yelled. "With the clothing you two are wearing, I just might be able to cover a postage stamp!" It's true that Suzanne's bikini bottom was about as small as they come, and even now she wasn't wearing a top, as she'd left it back at Susan's. But Susan diatribe about covering up would have seemed more pious if her huge, exposed tits didn't bounce around with every word. On some level she was aware of what she was showing, and at that level she wasn't going to lose a chance to titillate Alan. But on the level of consciousness, she was truly unaware of what she was flaunting.

"Alan, what are you doing, gallivanting around outside, completely naked? What if someone were to see you? God, your father might be home any time, for one. Go to your room. I'll deal with you later!"

Alan knew when to get lost, and took off like a rabbit. As he ran off, he heard Susan yell at Suzanne, "Just what the hell did you do to him all alone over there? Now you can see why I turned down your offer to be alone with him outside the house!"

Susan and Suzanne went inside and talked for about fifteen minutes (Ron in fact wasn't expected home until much later). The long and short of it was that Suzanne was the one who was punished. But Susan was too much of a softy to stay mad long, and she couldn't very well punish someone she wasn't actually related to. Suzanne's punishment was that she would not be allowed to pleasure Alan in any way, unless Susan gave her express permission first. She made clear that she would give such permission if properly asked, but only after her husband Ron had left town. Until then, she wanted Suzanne to make herself scarce. Suzanne didn't mind terribly, as Ron was leaving in one day anyway.

Alan hoped to finally take a nap, but he was too agitated from his mother's unusual outburst to quickly drop off. By the time Susan finished talking to Suzanne he was feeling restful and saw he still had time for a good nap before dinner. But then Susan came into his room, and gave him a lecture.

However, it wasn't so bad. Her anger had largely dissipated. In fact, she was getting horny. Suzanne knew exactly how to push Susan's buttons, and her defense when talking to Susan was to explain that she just couldn't resist Alan's delicious semen and hard, mature body. She went into great detail describing just exactly what she couldn't resist. Perhaps as a result, Alan got off with a slap on the wrist - his only punishment was extra chores for the next week. Susan's logic was that there's no way he could have been expected to resist Suzanne's charms, so he wasn't the main one to blame. His recent acting job in pretending to be tortured by sexual frustration also helped in getting him off the hook. Behind Susan's conscious thought was the feeling that a son with such a big and tasty penis should never be punished, only rewarded.

Susan tried to sound stern in lecturing her son. She still wore the robe, but at least it was securely closed now. However, her nipples were so hard that they poked out noticeably even through the loose-fitting robe. As she lectured, Alan had a hard time concentrating. Instead, he thought about her nipples and wondered what was making her so aroused.

Her tone lightened as she finished up. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not all rules and boundaries, you know. I'm trying to loosen up and get sexy, like you asked. Since Suzanne is in the doghouse now, it looks like more of the burden of keeping you stimulated will fall on me. I was just shopping for a new bikini before I caught you two. Why don't we go to the pool and I'll show it off for you?"

Susan was so upset that Suzanne stole all of Alan's attention earlier in the afternoon that she'd rushed to the store as soon as the both of them left and bought the skimpiest bikini she could find. When she got back she was eager to show it off, and that's how and why she learned what Alan and Suzanne were doing, because she was looking high and low for Alan. But she was still eager to show it off. This latest bikini was just like Suzanne's - it just barely had enough fabric to cover the nipples and the bush, and nothing more. In the back it was simply a string that disappeared up Susan's butt crack.

It wasn't a hard sell to get Alan interested in seeing Susan in a new bikini. He grew fully erect just thinking about the idea, and stayed that way. Within minutes he met his mother by the pool. He definitely liked what he saw.

"What do you think, Son? I promised I'd wear a more sexy bathing suit. Does this fit the bill?"

"Oh, Mom, wow! You know it does! You're such a great mom. You're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. I love you so much, with you always trying to help me out so much. Even with all the danger."

Susan was giddy with the compliments, but that mood was broken when Alan reminded her that her husband might come home. "Don't mention that, please. Thank God your father is playing golf, because I'd hate to see what he'd think if he saw me like this. Even though it is just a bikini. It's not like I'm showing off anything I shouldn't. But it's just such a daring bikini; he wouldn't know what to think."

After a few more minutes, Susan put her worries aside and let her mind run free. She'd actually gotten quite horny looking over the fence and watching Suzanne sucking Alan before she finally blew the whistle on them. Now she wanted to play. She commented, "You know, it actually feels kind of funny to wear this, since I don't wear any underwear any more. I'm getting so used to having my breasts bounce free that I don't know what to think when they're all bound up like this."

"Thank you, Mom, so much, for dressing up just for me. Or dressing down, I should say."

They both laughed. "It's the least I can do," she said. "I'm sorry I broke my first promise, from two weeks ago." That was her promise to suck Alan's penis every single day. "Maybe I should try harder to fulfill that vow. But I'm not going to break my second promise, your command that I go without underwear. Maybe I should just throw away all my undies. What do you think?"

They talked for a couple minutes about this. Susan admitted that she still wore underwear whenever she left the house, and Alan approved of that, since he didn't want other men ogling her. So they agreed she should keep her underwear. The whole time they discussed this, she fingered the edges of her bikini in a seductive way.

When the conversation reached a lull, she again brought up the bikini more directly. "The problem with this bathing suit is, it covers so little that you never know what will happen. Like if I try to redo the tie at the back of my neck." She raised her arms and began retying the bikini top. As she did so, the top rose up her boobs until her nipples were completely exposed.

"You see what I mean?" she squealed. "This bikini is so small I can hardly keep it on at all!"

"Yes, I definitely see what you mean," said a very aroused Alan. It wasn't just the bikini that got him going - every last inch of her was hot. She didn't have any kind of hair band on, which let her long dark brown hair flow more freely than usual. That plus the fact that she wore high heels made her seem nothing like the suburban soccer mom he'd known and loved for so many years. Then the sexy bikini took it to a whole extra level.

She continued to play with her bikini top for several minutes, driving Alan slowly insane with lust. She showed Alan all the different ways the nipples could be exposed: by popping a nipple out the top, or the bottom, or one side, or the other side, or both nipples at once in different variations. Throughout most of this she found her fingers straying to her nipples, and brushing up against them, even pinching them. The bikini top had one knot at the back of the neck and another in the middle of the back, and she found different excuses to untie one or the other, or both. Susan's nipples were neither especially large nor pronounced, but they grew more erect than she'd ever recalled them being before.

Eventually, she said, "As you can see, this bikini top is just so much trouble. Don't you think it's better if I just take it off altogether, instead of having to always battle it? It just doesn't fit over my chest."

"Oh yes! Great idea," Alan agreed. He was already rubbing his penis through the fabric of his own swimsuit, but just a little, as he hoped she wouldn't notice. She took the top off, and struck another sexy pose for him.

"Mom, this is just too much for a stimulation starved guy like me. Could you help me 'do my thing' right now?"

"Sorry, Mommy would love to, but she can't do that. Imagine if daddy comes home and finds Mommy with her hands around her little boy's not so little penis! Or, even worse, what if he sees Mommy bouncing her head up and down on her son's lap, sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow? Sucking his big, thick Popsicle, except it's such a hot Popsicle. Throbbing and hot! No, that won't do." She clearly was getting more than a little excited herself.

"Mind if I do it myself then?" Alan interrupted. He could hardly wait, and rubbed his penis more blatantly through his suit. He clenched and clenched his PC muscle to stave off an impending orgasm.

"Does your mommy really turn you on that much?" She sat up on her heels and cupped her bust with both hands. Alan would have to had been blind to say no.

"Mom! Duh! God DAMN, you're sexy!"

She smiled shyly. "Well... if you must. So VERY improper though!"

Alan whipped his penis out as soon as those words were said, and began pumping himself overtly.

She continued, "But at least it's better than if I help you out. Why, if I did that, I might just find myself all covered in your cum! Imagine that. Imagine if Ron came home and I greeted him just drenched in your creamy jism? He might think something's not quite right. No, it's better if I just show you the rest of my bikini. It's good if I just help you with visual stimulation. I haven't even shown you the back side yet."

She turned around, and sat up again on her high heels. "Here. Take a look at my ass. Isn't it just scandalous how little cloth they put back here? I should go back to the store and complain: 'Hey, I wanted a bikini, not a fucking G-string!' Pardon my language, by the way, but I'm just so angry. What, did they run out of fabric or something? It's like I'm totally nude. I might as well be, except for these high heels."

She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Can you imagine that? Me totally naked except for high heels?"

Alan could imagine it well, since that was pretty much exactly what she looked like already. He groaned as he stroked, somehow even more blown away by the reminder of the high heels than if she'd been completely nude. He was amazed that he hadn't shot his seed all over the pool deck already.

She ran her hand all over her buttocks. "And this tiny string. It gets lost up my ass crack." She probed her ass crack with one hand. "What do you think Ron would say if he came home right now and saw us like this?"

She looked off in the distance and continued as if she was speaking directly to Ron. "What would you think, hubby: your wife wearing nothing but a G-string and high heels, and your son a few feet away with his suit around his ankles, jacking off to his mommy's naked body? Well I have news for you, Ron. Your son is twice the man you'll ever be! And his prick is so THICK and HOT and TASTY! You have no idea how to satisfy a woman!"

Alan interrupted again. "Mom? You're getting me soooo turned on. I think I'm gonna lose it soon. What should I do when it happens?"

Susan surveyed the situation, and considered the time. God, I'd love to suck his cock, but I shouldn't. I thought I would just show him my new bikini, but here I am acting like a total slut again, getting completely naked. And what if my husband really DOES come back and find us like this? This is crazy! "Tiger, I hate to say this, but we have to stop. Your father really might be home soon. Please go back to your room and finish up there, okay?"

"Fuckin' A!" cursed Alan. As if I can turn my urges on and off like a light switch! You're driving me mad, Mom! ... Fuck! She's my mom! Unbelievable! But after taking a deep breath or two, he continued with a conciliatory tone. "But that's okay. I understand." He looked at her with dejected puppy dog eyes.

"Awww...." She wavered, and turned fully toward him. "I suppose we could, maybe ... Just a minute..." She scooted closer.

Alan prayed with all his might that she'd help, even though he wasn't religious.

But she hesitated, looking extremely nervous. Just then, a big truck drove past, and they could hear it all the way in the back yard. That reminded her of her husband arriving home, and she pulled back. "I'm sorry. We can't. Not now."

"DANG!" He sighed heavily. "Oh maaaan. ... Well, anyways, thanks so much for helping out. You and Suzanne today helping - this is what I've been missing. Later." It took incredible willpower and all of his PC muscle training to get his penis calmed down enough to know that he wouldn't cum at any second, but he did it. He got up and literally ran back to his room, clutching his penis to his stomach the whole way.

As soon as Alan was out of sight, Susan also got up and ran back to her room to masturbate herself into oblivion. As she hurried naked through the house, holding her bikini top loosely against her chest, she thought, There you go again, Susan. You turn into a complete exhibitionist whore at the first sight of your son's penis. This is why I have to say no before anything starts, because I just can't trust myself not to go all the way. Not to just up and let my son fuck me! Oh God! I'm going to go to Hell for sure, and I'm taking my son with me!

She stopped by the pantry and looked for something of Alan's. There was always cum-stained laundry to do these days. In recent days she'd been sneaking whiffs of Alan's cum from the laundry, and had learned to distinguish the smell of everyone's cum, even Suzanne's. She found a pillow case Alan had used to masturbate into, took a big whiff, and then ran the rest of the way to her room.

Once there, she thought again about a reoccurring dream she'd had in the past few days of Alan raping her. He's so damned considerate and restrained. It seems I'm doing everything I can to provoke him, but he doesn't ever take advantage of me. Do I really want him to rape me, or not? And my husband's here. I'm so confused! How could I even think such things?

One hand was down in her crotch, but the other held the pillow case over her nose. She inhaled his scent deeply. This is so wrong. So unsanitary, for one thing. What would my mother think right now, seeing me with this pillow sheet? But I can't stop!

CHAPTER 4

Susan was so occupied with Alan and Suzanne that she nearly completely forgot that Brenda was scheduled to come over for another card game. When the monster-titted millionaire showed up at the door just after dinner, Susan at first didn't know what to do. Ron was having a good-bye party at his company's office with all his office friends, so at least he wasn't there to dampen any sexual mood. Susan was supposed to meet Ron at the party, but she decided she'd rather play cards.

Susan gathered Katherine and Suzanne to complete the foursome. It was a bit embarrassing for Susan to be chummy so quickly with Suzanne after their argument, but Susan couldn't hold a grudge very long anyway, especially with her best friend.

It was an especially good thing Ron wasn't there because of the way Brenda was dressed. Brenda felt so comfortable the previous week that she felt for once in her life she didn't have to bundle herself up like an Eskimo just to hide her breasts. She came to the card game dressed in a dress that would have looked nice enough on most anyone else, but on her it was enough to start a riot. She felt obliged to wear another shirt over her outfit to cut down on the stares as she drove over to the Plummer house.

Brenda's dress was shiny and red. It came high up her neck, and covered all but her arms and a heart shaped hole that exposed her cavernous cleavage. Her nipples could be seen so clearly it was as if she wore nothing over them at all, but that was the fault of her aggressive, pointy nipples, not the fault of the dress.

Her shyness at wearing the dress quickly dissipated when she saw what Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine were wearing. Their clothes were actually greatly toned down from what they were wearing before Susan's husband Ron came home from overseas. But the more Susan got over her guilt, the more alluring all of their clothing was becoming. Suzanne took her lead from what was acceptable by judging Susan's mood, and Katherine and Amy mostly took their lead from Suzanne's judgments. However they still were all in a respectable range, owing to the fact that Ron didn't leave for another day.

The females got down to playing cards. Alan meanwhile was in his room. Too many exciting things had happened in the afternoon for him to have a nap, and so he took his nap now, even though it was after dinner and not long before he slept for the night.

All the women except Brenda knew that Alan would be up soon. Once they settled in and grew familiar with each other again, the topic turned to Alan. Suzanne deliberately started it with the comment, "I can't wait till Alan comes out of his room shortly and sees you in that dress, Brenda."

"Why is that so important?" Brenda said suspiciously. "You know, one reason why I enjoy coming here so much is to get away from the stares of leering men."

"Oh, don't worry, he's not like that," Suzanne said reassuringly. "He's so restrained. Besides, if you can turn him on, you'd be doing us all a service."

Brenda grew suspicious. "What? Please explain that."

"Alan's got a bit of a problem. A medical problem. Promise not to tell anyone what I'm telling you?"

"I promise."

"He's an insatiable sex machine. He has to ejaculate many times a day, or he's left in agonizing pain." Suzanne didn't exactly want to tell Alan's full secret, especially the role of Akami and Dr. Fredrickson, but she wanted to tell enough so Brenda could get the general gist.

"Oh, how horrible," Brenda sympathized. Then her suspiciousness came back and went up a notch. "But wait. You're not inviting me here just so I'll sleep with him or something like that, are you? I thought we were real friends!"

"We are. Believe you me; no one wants you to sleep with Alan. He's got more than enough women eager to help him out. In fact, you might make a few of those women angry if you did that. I was just pointing out that he can always use some more visual stimulation, because he has to masturbate quite a lot. He has to do it so much that it can be like a chore."

Brenda was puzzled. "But why are so many women eager to sleep with him? He's handsome I'll grant, but he's no Brad Pitt. He seems like a pretty normal teenager to me."

Susan butted in. "Why sleep with him? Why NOT sleep with him? He's perfect," she said dreamily, like someone deeply in love and lust. "He's smart, mature, good hearted, funny, understanding, giving, and as Suzanne mentioned, sexually insatiable."

"Not to mention his package," Suzanne added in the same adoring and lusty tones. "So hard and long! And it just stays hard for hours and hours."

"That's right," Susan agreed emphatically. "And what about the yummy taste of his cum? How can you leave that out?" Susan was saying more than she should, because too many glasses of wine had made her careless.

"Now wait just a minute!" said an increasingly freaked out Brenda. "Susan, you're his mother. Don't tell me you've tasted his cum! You say he's so sexually insatiable - please don't tell me any of you have had sex with him! This topic is so gross!"

"No, of course not!" said Susan, convincingly faking indignation. "We haven't done that, except for Suzanne here. She's gone pretty far with him. That's why she was saying that if you try something with him, you'll make an enemy. I only help him out with handjobs, and Katherine helps with visual stimulation." Katherine was jarred by the mention of her name - she was trying to keep a mum in this conversation so just how far she'd gone with Alan wouldn't accidentally slip out.

Brenda was incredulous. "What? That's ... that's... incest! Isn't it?"

Susan realized she'd said too much, and tried her best to limit the damage. "No it isn't. For one thing, remember that both Alan and Katherine are adopted. In any case, we've actually seen the doctor about this, and he says it's something we have to do. Owing to the fact that we live with him, and sometimes his need for relief is immediate and severe, there really is no other choice. I admit it's quite strange, and actually none of us have even told my husband about it. So I hope you won't tell a soul about this. We're really putting our trust in you. But I'm afraid it's what we have to do. We have no choice."

Brenda was still fairly blown away, and thought of her only child, a boy almost the same age as Alan. "God, that's so bizarre. I can't even imagine what it would be like to have to jack off my own son Adrian." Brenda stared, lost in thought for a few moments, and then shook herself out of it. "Whoa. Don't even make me think about it! Let's go back to playing cards."

Susan was offended that Brenda thought her so weird. "Oh, come on, it's not THAT bizarre. Jacking off your son is just like jacking anybody else off. Practically. After a while you can even come to enjoy it. Okay, I'll admit, you can even love it." She again grew dreamy eyed and horny, which happened lately pretty much any time she thought about Alan's penis. "But is that so wrong, having a little fun when you're just doing what the doctor has told you to do?" If anything, Brenda was looking even more aghast at Susan, so Susan added, "Oh, don't act so high and mighty. I was like that too, and even now I keep grappling with the issue. It's a tough issue. If you would have asked me a few days ago I might have given you a different response, but now I know not to be the first to throw stones. If he has this medical problem, don't you think it's our responsibility to help him from his pain? I'll bet that if the doctor ordered you to jack off your son several times a day, you'd do it, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd come to love it before too long too. Or would you rather see your son suffer?"

"Several times a day? Having to caress my son's penis? Why the very thought, why it's just ... I don't know ... disgusting." But she said this last word more out of social obligation. She actually was getting very turned on by the talk, and especially at the idea of having to jack off her own son. She tried to act scandalized, but the others could see the arousal in her face.

Suzanne was worried they could push Brenda too far too fast, so she said, "So anyway, that's our dirty little secret around here. Please keep it under your hat, okay?" Brenda nodded, and Suzanne continued, "Now let's get back to playing cards. I could sit around and discuss Alan's penis all day long, but he's in his bedroom and liable to come out here again before long. Not to mention if your husband comes home, Susan."

So they went back to playing cards. The situation quickly returned to normal, and Brenda was having a great time again. About half an hour later, Alan walked in on the game, still groggy from his nap. While he didn't join in, he sat around and talked to them as they played. It was obvious though that the real reason he lingered was to meet Brenda and scope out her fantastic looks. He was surprisingly indiscreet because he was so tired. He simply bored his eyes into her chest.

After a few minutes, Suzanne said, "Brenda, look what you did!" She pointed to Alan's crotch where there was a huge bulge. In fact it had been that way ever since he'd walked into the room.

Brenda stammered, "I did? But I don't..." She was upset at being treated like a sex object, even though it happened to her all the time.

Suzanne reassured her. "Don't worry. That's good. He needs to be frequently relieved of his fluids. How are you doing, Sweetie?"

Alan answered, "I'm enjoying hanging out with you all, but I'll admit it would be good to get some relief. Sorry Brenda for our vulgar talk."

Susan said, "That's okay, Tiger. Brenda understands the situation. Suzanne, would you be willing to help Alan with his problem? I'll allow it this time. We can take a short break while you're gone. I have to heat up something for us all to eat, anyway."

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Would I be willing? You know I love it. Come on, Alan, are you ready for a big blowjob?"

Alan smiled sheepishly, and nodded. The very idea set his imagination into overdrive. He pictured himself in his room with Suzanne's mouth around his shaft, as he knew he would be within minutes. But he also imagined Susan, Katherine, Amy, and Brenda standing in the hallway outside his room, each one holding numbered tickets marking their order in who would give him the next blowjobs Brenda was mad because her number was last. She tried to push her way to the front of the line, but the other females wouldn't have it. It soon turned into a shoving match, and then a cat fight The other three were on Brenda and ripping her clothes off. The door to his room was open, and he could see all the action from his position with Suzanne below him. Katherine yelled, "You two hold her down; I'll go get the strap-on!"

"Alan? Hello? Are we going?" Suzanne was speaking to him, shaking him out of his daydream.

He thought, This is silly. Why am I lost in a daydream when reality is so great? Look at these women. No need to dream at all! He hurried out of the room with Suzanne. Katherine remained quiet, but under the table she clenched her hands in frustration that she wasn't able to be in Suzanne's shoes.

Susan sat and watched them go, then poured herself another glass of wine. Thinking out loud, she sighed and said, "Suzanne's so lucky. I just loooove giving that boy a nice blowjob. The taste of his cum. ... Oh! It's just too much!"

Brenda said to Susan accusingly, "Hey, I thought you said you didn't do blowjobs!" Susan looked down at her feet guiltily. Brenda heated up even more. "I thought so! You tricked me! You all tricked me! I thought you were my friends, but you only want me for my body! I'm outta here!" She stood up and glared at them all with intense anger.

Katherine stepped in to rescue the situation, since Susan seemed to be digging herself into a deeper hole with every new comment and the suave Suzanne wasn't around. "Calm down Brenda," she said a very cool and collected voice. "What Suzanne said earlier is true. The last thing we want is for you to do anything with Alan. You'd just take away opportunities from us. Yes, we've lied to you on a few things, but that's only because these are things one doesn't normally tell people. Do you think Susan says to her friends, 'Boy, I sure gave my son a great blowjob this morning?' Of course not! In fact, you should be flattered that we've been so honest with you. That shows how quickly we've all become friends. You're about the only one we've told, actually."

"Hrmph," Brenda fumed, but she was calming down. "Then tell me the whole truth. What do you all exactly do to Alan, and why are you telling me this?"

Katherine explained, "Susan has laid down some strict rules, and we all have to obey them. The rules differ for each person. I just try to inspire Alan by dressing sexily. Susan gives Alan a blowjob once a week, on the nurse's orders. Really. And that's it. Suzanne does more, since she's not family. The reason we're telling you is because I think we all feel a natural bond with you."

Susan added, "Please, Brenda, don't be mad at us. This is all very embarrassing. I was saying to Suzanne that us big-breasted women have to stick together. No one else can really understand or sympathize what our situation is like. Plus, we're having a great time playing cards. But if you're going to be around this house a lot with future card games, you have to understand what goes on here. Not much actually happens right now, but after my husband leaves tomorrow, I think it's inevitable that Suzanne especially is going to be helping Alan out on a daily basis." She paused, and then added, "I hate to be immodest, but look at us here, and Suzanne, and Suzanne's daughter Amy, whom you've met. Does Alan really need you for stimulation or help? No. We've got it covered. You being here is just the icing on the cake."

Brenda's anger was spent. "All right. Good point. This is one house where I don't have to be the spectacle. I'm sorry for getting angry. It's just that I often jump to conclusions, and I have to be careful of people taking advantage of me. Let's play cards, and meanwhile you can tell me more about what you all do with Alan and how these rules work and why. I'll try to be more sympathetic. But I don't like people staring at me like Alan did, even if it's for a good cause, whatever that means." There was a pause, and then she couldn't help asking more. "How many times a day does Suzanne help? And why on Earth does the doctor make you, his mother for God's sake, give him a blowjob?"

Susan explained much to Brenda; because of her wine perhaps she explained more than was prudent. The discussion continued until Alan and Suzanne returned to the living room. Alan watched the others play cards until the card game finally came to an end after about four hours of playing. They played right through dinner but finally had to stop because Ron was expected home from the office going away party. None of them, not even Susan, wanted to be seen by Ron in such sexy garb. But before Brenda left, she got a chance to talk with Alan for a long time, and found him a surprisingly mature and interesting person for his age. He kept staring at her body, but she was able to mostly ignore that. After all, that's how most every guy looked at her.

Brenda had a great time despite the weird sexual revelations, and she kept secret the details they told her. She eagerly looked forward to their next game just as much as she did the last time. And despite her earlier protestations, as she left she announced that next time she'd dress a little bit sexier if that would help Alan with his stimulation problem.

Suzanne helpfully suggested that Brenda wear high-heeled shoes next time. "It's practically the required dress code around here," she said as she pointed to all the women's feet. "And Ron will be long gone by next week, so feel free to wear something really sexy."

Brenda had thought of Alan as just another teenager, but now she looked at him in a whole new light. Later, back at home, she recalled him eating her up with his eyes, and she imagined his mother Susan jacking off a huge penis. Then her thoughts turned to having to do the same with her own son Adrian, who was like Alan in many ways, though a good deal younger. She found herself getting extremely horny against her will, and banished these new and forbidden thoughts out of her head.

Later that evening, Susan again came to Alan's room late at night to give him another goodnight kiss. Unable to trust herself, especially since Ron was home again by this time, she entered the room very thoroughly dressed. She said, "Tiger, I know I've been giving you mixed signals. I'm very confused myself. But just wait until Ron leaves and then we'll sort this all out, okay? We can have a good talk then. But right now it's just too awkward."

"Okay. Believe me, I've been counting the days." Susan leaned in and kissed Alan even as he was saying this. They repeatedly kissed each other on the cheeks and nose, just as they did before. But that was all. Their mouths never touched. Susan got up, blew another kiss at the door, and left.

CHAPTER 5 (Thursday, Oct. 31)

Finally, the day arrived when Alan's father Ron would leave. Ron was scheduled to fly back to Asia at 8:05 PM. Given the need to be at the airport two hours in advance, plus travel there, last minute contingencies and so on, Alan and Katherine were told to be home from their S-Club meeting by five o'clock. With school ending at three o'clock, that gave them less than two hours for another ménage a trois at Kim's house under the cover of the S-Club meeting.

At school, Alan only had his usual five minute talk with Glory during lunch, as he did on Tuesday. They were trying to get physical with each other only about three times a week to draw less suspicion. So that day he naturally focused his mental energy on what would happen at Kim's house after school.

Had the three of them met one day earlier, there would have been a lot of weariness. Katherine was still recovering from the drilling of a lifetime on Monday. Kim also wasn't used to being fucked, and took some time to recover. But by Thursday afternoon they were good to go.

Not so for Alan. He recovered from Monday reasonably quickly, but Wednesday had been another intense day for him. He "only" had seven orgasms, but they were all very intense and prolonged. In particular, the fact that he spent much of the afternoon getting his penis stroked and sucked by Suzanne wore on him a day later. It helped that he didn't do anything with Glory earlier during lunch, but he still needed to pace himself.

The most energetic of the bunch was Kim. She had boundless enthusiasm for her new discovery of cocksucking. Her mouth was on Alan's penis from the instant he walked into her house and closed the front door. She practically tackled him to the ground and ripped his shorts off before he knew what was happening. With a quick "Hi" to Katherine, she fell on top of him, naked, and sucked like her mouth was a black hole out in space, pulling in the entire universe.

She went so deep that she started to gag. Katherine leaned in and kidded, "Save some of that for the rest of us, okay?"

He had to force her to take it easy, lest he shoot all his loads from blowjobs instead of fucking. Alan added, "Yeah. Not that I don't love it, but can we at least make it to your bedroom?"

Kim disengaged and looked around, as if woken from a deep sleep. When he eyes fell on Katherine, she yelled, "Yee-ha!" and jumped on her. She went after Katherine's clothes with an abandon.

But while Kim was bursting with excitement, Alan set the pace and generally kept the sex languid and slow. They spent much more time talking and lightly caressing each other than they did seriously fucking.

Alan didn't want to fuck just yet, as he wanted to save that for a finale. So, not long after reaching Kim's room, he suggested, "Hey, I've got an idea. I know your pussies are sensitive and sore from Monday. Let's try titfucking. Have either of you done that before?"

"No," Katherine admitted. Kim also shook her head no. Alan's sister continued, "Sounds weird. But if it makes you feel good, I'm all for it. I want you to fuck any part of my body, any way you want, any time you want."

"Me too!" Kim agreed. "I'm quickly learning that anything involving either of you doing anything to my body is great."

Alan naturally started with his sister. While he sat on her stomach and pounded into her ample cleavage, Kim lay between Katherine's legs and licked her slit. Katherine was soon rendered nearly insensible from the double attack, and drool literally rolled down her chin.

Once she got off, she and Kim switched positions. Kim had by far the smallest pair of tits he'd titfucked yet, but she made up for that by cocksucking him at the same time. She wasn't going to let an opportunity of having her mouth that close to his penis go to waste in any case.

"Teacher, I'm not sure I caught all that about King Ethelred, because I was kind of distracted by your body. And now this strange thing has sprouted up between my legs! What does it mean?"

"Hmm. Very serious, young man. I think I'm going to have to teach you some basics of human anatomy tomorrow. I think we'll enjoy that. But I'm going to enjoy this even more!" She dropped to the floor and shoved his penis into her mouth.

Alan said while she sucked, "Honestly, I will never, ever look at anyone lecturing at a blackboard in the same way ever again!" She chuckled even as she kept his penis deep in her mouth. "Tomorrow in class when I see you up there I know the only thing I'll be able to think about is you naked and doing the splits on the same spot."

She popped his penis out to say, "Well then, young man, we'll just have to do more fantasies here so you don't get hung up on just one."