CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 14)

"ALAN! ALAN PLUMMER! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?" Glory yelled at her young lover because she'd been taken by complete surprise. Fifteen minutes into lunch, Alan had come to Glory's classroom and the two of them had gotten into a costumed role play, with Alan playing the part of a priest and Glory the part of a nun.

Alan had battled between being the polite, respectful kid that he felt was essential to his nature, the demands from females he was with, and his own libido's urge to be more sexually aggressive. Given a chance to dry hump Glory, his libido won out and he impulsively thrust into her pussy. He surprised even himself and didn't know how she'd react or what to say. He decided to play for time while he gathered his thoughts. "Shush, Glory. Someone is going to hear you!"

Glory considered his words as she felt his penis slowly plunge into her steaming pussy for the third time. Though the room was nearly sound proof, she screamed awfully loud. So she reprimanded him in a quieter, but still fiercely determined, voice. "Young man, stop what you're doing this instant!"

"Why?" he asked, letting his thoughts flow out honestly. "Yesterday you said you'd do 'anything' to make that spanking up to me. 'Anything.' We both knew what that meant." He'd pulled nearly all the way out, and then slowly pushed back in. Though Glory verbally resisted him, she most certainly hadn't tried to push him away yet.

She whined, "I know, Alan, but not like this. I wanted wine. Candles! Romance!" She groaned in utter pleasure, which undercut her complaint, as Alan once again slowly thrust into her body with his engorged penis.

"Don't worry, we'll do that soon. In the meanwhile, who's this Alan guy?" He raised an expectant eyebrow at her and then winked with a playful smirk on his face.

"Hunh?" Her entire being was so focused on the sensation of getting fucked that she couldn't carry on a conversation much more or think very well. As he slowly thrust deep, all the way to her cervix, her legs felt like they had turned to Jell-O. She didn't mind getting fucked; her objection was more of a reflex to the surprise and his failure to ask first than anything. But with that thrust, her body gave in completely and made her even less able to talk. Not only did she give in to the physical pleasure, but she also felt her love for the teenager leap to a new level. Ironically, it was the very aggressiveness that she complained about which brought about her new admiration. Forgetting the need to be quiet, she shouted out, "Alan, you're such a MAN!" She instinctively locked her heels behind his ass as he pistoned into her more forcefully.

Alan was surprised at himself. It was as if a new side to him had come to the fore for the first time, a side he'd always repressed (there had been hints, such as his verbally aggressive sex with Heather, but that felt like another role play and this felt real). This more aggressive Alan was in complete control of the situation, and not at all worried if Glory didn't want to be fucked. She was going to love it, no matter what, because he was going to make her feel better than she had ever felt before. Rape was completely unthinkable in such a situation because she profoundly wanted and needed to be fucked by him, and had begged for it for weeks; he realized that now. He'd been too busy listening to her mouth say no, and hadn't heeded her eyes and body, which screamed yes. But now all was well with the world, because things were as they should be - he was fucking his first true love, the woman he'd lusted after for two years. She fucked back like a woman possessed. She thrust her hips back at him so forcefully on the backstroke that it almost knocked his penis out of her pussy. But he adjusted and drilled even deeper than before.

He was so confident and in control that he surprised even himself with the ability to keep talking right through all this feverish fucking. "Who's Alan?" he asked, rephrasing his earlier question. He looked in Glory's eyes and saw that she was now too far gone to reply. He was momentarily struck by the look in her eyes, a love struck look of pure joy that nonetheless still registered great surprise at his unexpected daring.

Lacking an answer from her, he continued between ragged breaths timed to his thrusts and her counter thrusts, "I ask... who Alan is... because I'm a priest... and you're a nun. Remember?"

A light of recognition went off in Glory's eyes, though she was too busy grunting and thrusting and just reveling in the intensity of the fuck to even say a word. Although all their costumed clothing had come off, she recalled that they'd been playing a role play just before Alan decided to drive into her. Neither she nor he were coherent enough to remember that he was still known as Alan in their role play - Father Alan and Sister Gloria. But it didn't matter. The point was to revive the role play, and it worked.

Now Alan felt like a wayward priest, actually fucking a nun. That taboo was added to the illicit sex with his history teacher right in her classroom in the middle of the school day, and also added to the joy of the aggressive surge that ran through his body. Suddenly, his usual emotional restraints had been completely cast aside. He was high on life. It was as good as or better than some of his best sexual moments, like when Suzanne first came into his room and sucked him off, or his first fuck with Katherine, or that first crazy Tuesday his mother repeatedly checked his penis for "abnormalities."

He rose above words and thoughts. He and Glory were one, like the gears of a train rolling down the track, with him rhythmically thrusting in and her rhythmically thrusting back. She kicked her legs back so her feet were on either side of her head, opening herself up even wider to his drilling.

Glory, too, was in heaven. She was fully in the nun role now, even as she remained deliciously aware of her role as a teacher fucking her favorite student. They were beyond dialogue, but she managed to cry, "FATHER!" as she came hard. That reminder of his priest role drove Alan to fuck her even faster and more powerfully. At the same time, she had to stop counterthrusting altogether, as it seemed her entire body turned to mush with the climax.

It was all she could do not to faint, especially with the way that Alan continued to pound right through her weakness and vulnerability. She had the feeling that there was a human jackhammer on top of her that relentlessly plunged into her no matter what she did. She could try to recover and adjust, and if she was talented enough, help give pleasure back with her own movements, but there was no way to stop the incessant thrusts. He was simply an unstoppable fucking machine, and she was the cunt lucky enough to be on the receiving end. That somehow turned her on even more, which was remarkable as she'd already never felt so good in her life. There was no question now that she would do anything to be fucked by this man. It wouldn't matter if she was married or really was a nun - she was his now. Completely.

That idea of complete belonging excited her so much that she came again. That, in turn, made her feel as limp as jelly from head to toe, and heightened her vulnerability and the awe of his aggressive skill in contrast to her defenselessness. That turned her on all over again. It was a vicious cycle of pleasure that felt so good that she actually wondered if it was possible for her to die of joy before they stopped. But the idea of dying was an almost irrelevant, idle thought, because she wasn't going to stop, even if it meant certain death. That's how good she felt. She climaxed again and let out an almost primeval, guttural moan.

But luckily Alan kept his head, because they were in a dangerous situation. When he started to fuck her, he'd checked the clock to see if there was enough time, and there was, but just enough. There were only ten minutes left before the start of fifth period. Now it was down to five. Within minutes other students would likely start to knock on the door and then Alan would be trapped inside. He knew he had to get out soon. But, on the other hand, he felt too good to stop. There's no way he could stop before climaxing, even if the principal and the rest of the entire school were to stand around them and watch intently.

He instinctively knew that there was just one thing to do: forget his PC muscle training and cum as quickly as he could. That wasn't hard to do since he felt so incredibly good. Further, since they were both so excited, he'd already rapidly built up from a slow, almost lazy pace, to a rapid one. Now he started to go even faster. It felt as if he was part of a high speed machine, pistoning so fast into the hot cylinder of her pussy that his penis was a blur.

Glory could tell that he was trying to get off as soon as he could. Practical considerations were the last thing on her mind, so she cried "NO!" in frustration. Actually, she tried to cry "NO!" but all that came out was a rising "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na..." She was so enraptured by her sensations that she couldn't even complete a short word like "no."

But Alan couldn't stop now. In fact, it was such an intense fuck that it was unlikely that he could have prolonged it much even if he tried. He was bursting with emotion, and his penis had to burst too. He shouted, "Aaaaahhhh!" and forgot his own admonition to keep quiet. Glory seemed to have a smaller, tighter pussy than most. It felt like a vice-grip around his shaft. As he climaxed, he pushed in even further and it seemed like his penis hit her cervix as hard as if it hit a wall. But it was good. He was transported. It felt like death and then rebirth as wave after wave of cum flooded her depths.

Glory twisted and shuddered beneath him like a rag doll. Her legs were her most active parts; they swung wide and away from him, and then kicked about fiercely in the air as she grunted incoherently. Slug after slug of Alan's white cum lewdly bubbled around her tightly-gripping pussy lips while Alan's penis pulsed and throbbed continuously. Alan had a feeling, even as his mind went into overload, that his sperm had not just coated her love canal, but it had been deposited directly into her womb where, if she hadn't been on birth control, it would have most certainly gotten her pregnant.

His energy level collapsed, and he lay on top of her like a sack of potatoes. She continued to quietly moan, coming down from her last of many orgasms. They embraced tightly for a minute or two, unable to do anything more despite the niggling concern in his brain, at least, that time was running out. His penis deflated, but remained inside her.

Glory was the first to speak. His face lay on hers, but she made eye contact, and raised a hand to brush his cheek. "My love," was all she said, in a small, awe-filled voice.

She said it so lovingly, so wholeheartedly, that Alan was taken aback. He instantly knew that their relationship had changed in some profound way. It wasn't just that they'd shared an incredible fuck, though that was part of it. She looked at him through completely new eyes, though he didn't yet know just what that meant.

They remained there and stared deeply into each other's eyes from only a couple of inches away for what must have been another minute, until they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Alan looked up at the clock - it was three minutes until class started. He'd been running on a primal, pure emotional level, but now he had his first coherent thought. Oh shit. I'm fucked! How do I get out of here now?

He looked down at Glory. She seemed completely oblivious. The knocking didn't register in her brain at all. He shook her and whispered, "Glory. Get up! Get dressed! Your next class is in three minutes!" He rolled off of her and stood. As he did this, his penis came free and his cum pooled out of her pussy onto the sheet they lay upon.

That made some kind of impression, though a painfully slow one. Alan rushed about, gathering up the pieces of their nun and priest uniforms and looked around madly for their street clothes. Glory sat up and even more of his cum poured out of her.

He tossed her underwear at her even as he frantically pulled his shorts up. "Get dressed!" he urgently hissed. She started to move her arms and legs into the underwear, though still too slow for his tastes. He looked at her with concern. I've heard of people having that freshly-fucked glow, but this is ridiculous! Glory is glowing so brightly that you could turn all the lights off and use her as a night light. She looks like she's been fucked senseless. She's flushed clear down to her chest. There must be a crowd of students gathering at the door, wondering why it's locked and she's not opening it. If I leave now, it's gonna look bad. Really bad. I probably look all flushed and fucked too. It would take an idiot not to put two and two together. Dang!

He'd finished dressing by this time, though Glory still had a long ways to go. The seconds ticked by. Even if she did get all her clothes on, her hair looked like a mess. Suddenly a desperate but clever thought came to Alan. Hey! I remember thinking that Michelle was hiding in Glory's closet. It would be big enough for me. I should just get in there, and screw fifth period. Somehow I'll sneak out in the break between fifth and sixth. But what do I do about Glory? She's still in la-la land.

"Glory, I'm going to hide in the closet," he whispered. "The whole fifth period. For the love of God, please don't let anyone find out."

She nodded. She started to come around and began to move a little more quickly. As she picked up the sheet she'd been fucked on, she deliberately put her hand right in the middle of the puddle of cum. She lifted up her now cum-drenched hand and studied it like a little child fascinated by a new toy. But after only a few seconds like this, she licked some of the cum from her hand and resumed getting ready.

"Now, as for you..." He pondered what to do with her, even as there the pounding at the door grew louder and more insistent. There was only a minute until the bell would ring. Most of the class would be waiting outside by now. "Do you have a cell phone?" he asked. He sprayed the air with a can of air freshener, as he or she usually did before the end of their lunch sessions.

"Yes," she whispered, puzzled.

"Good. Answer the door with the phone at your ear, like you're still on an important call. Keep talking into it. That'll explain why you haven't opened the door yet. Do you have a sister? Announce to the class that you've just heard your sister is pregnant. That'll explain why you look so blissed out."

"I don't have a sister."

"Best friend then. I'm popping in the closet. Good luck." With the nun and priest outfits in his hand, plus the cum-stained sheet they'd been lying on, he stepped into the closet.

Showing her first real sense of urgency, she hurried to the closet to close it. But then she lingered, staring at him briefly. She whispered, "Yes, my love," tenderly stroked his cheek with her hand, and then kissed him quickly on the nose and closed the door.

As the door closed, he quickly whispered, "Your hair!" He saw one of her hands go up to her tousled hair in concern as the door shut.

Alan was engulfed in total darkness. He heard the bell ring and the sound of students pouring into the classroom. FUCK that was close! He still panted from the excitement of the sex and the close call. I think we just pulled it off, if I can keep completely quiet here for an entire hour, and if Glory can get her act together enough to give them an in-class assignment or something. Dang, that was risky. I have no idea what all this "my love" stuff portends - probably more trouble. But it was soooo worth it!

A few seconds later, he realized that his cheek was coated with his own cum from her hand that swiped his face. He thought, I hope to God she doesn't have to touch anyone before class starts!

CHAPTER 2

Back at the Plummer house a few hours earlier in the morning, Susan and Suzanne followed their usual daily rituals. As Alan had left for school a short time before, that meant Susan was busy masturbating. Admittedly it was a very new tradition for her, but in recent weeks it had become an extremely consistent one.

She had whipped herself up to a masturbatory frenzy when Suzanne came over a few minutes later. Susan could hear rustling downstairs as Suzanne let herself in, just like she always did. Shit! Susan cursed. Why now? I was just in the middle of some really good stuff. Tiger and me back on the beach. Except it was an empty tropical island and he said he needed me to make his babies. I was going to have his babies! ... Suzanne needs to give me more masturbation space. I wonder if I just stay up here, would she mind?

But Susan was a good host and came downstairs, though still randy and unsatisfied. Though Suzanne didn't realize it, Susan was practically ready to fuck a duck - she'd gotten all worked up with Alan before school, but Katherine had reaped all the rewards (and all the cum).

Suzanne was dressed up in "outside clothes," meaning she was wearing a bra and panties. Susan could immediately tell because Suzanne's clothes were so tight and daring that the panty and bra lines showed quite clearly.

Susan stared ravenously at Suzanne, especially since Suzanne's outfit still showed a considerable amount of cleavage, but she tried to play it cool. She thought to herself, What's wrong with me? Am I looking at Suzanne in THAT WAY? Again? This psychiatric appointment can't come soon enough. I just have to hold out until tomorrow. Keep it cool, Susan. Just keep it cool. She went to make some coffee for the two of them and hoped that doing so would give her time to calm down a bit.

Susan made small talk. "Why are you dressed like that? How are we gonna do our morning exercises and nude sunbathing with you all bundled up in your undies?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to skip all that today," Suzanne answered ruefully. "I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I have some actual business to attend to in L.A."

"Business?" Susan laughed. "Actual business? I've almost totally forgotten about the need to make money, but I guess the world does go on. You and I are so lucky that we can rely on our husbands' salaries and just have fun all day long. And how do we both repay them? By playing around with Alan. I would feel bad, except that my husband has been such a god-awful lousy husband. Every day I realize it more and more as I see how good Alan is for me. But I guess there is the occasional nonsexual thing we have to do to survive. What takes you to L.A.? And why would you go outside like that?"

What Susan meant was that Suzanne's dress was unusually daring, even for her, for something to wear outside. For Susan, it would be completely inconceivable. Suzanne wore a low-cut, navy blue, skin-tight tank top. Her matching blue skirt was more like two short flaps of cloth with high cuts going up her hips.

Suzanne bent forward to emphasize her cleavage; her huge breasts threatened to burst her tight top completely open. She answered flippantly, "Oh, I've got some dead dull business stuff to do. Taxes and that kind of thing. I bore myself to tears just thinking about it. I figure I can help sway those boring bureaucrats if they've too busy looking at my chest to think." The answer was designed to cut off any further questions, and the ploy was successful. The real reason she dressed so daringly (by outside world standards) was that she wanted to impress Xania. The two of them used to feud over who was sexier. Suzanne thought to herself, How ironic. She thinks I'm taking a day off to do something nonsexual, when in fact this trip, too, is sexual! I gotta make sure everything is all set with Xania for this fake psychiatric appointment tomorrow. What a royal bother.

Susan fiddled with the coffee machine to avoid further gawking at Suzanne's ostentatious cleavage display. "When will you be back?"

"Oh, I don't know. Dinner time. By the way, what do you think will happen when Ron comes back? Isn't he going to come back for Christmas?"

"Knock on wood, he may not. I hope and pray. But whenever he comes back, I have a feeling there are going to be big changes. I KNOW there will be. I may even have to move out and get a job. I can't keep living a lie. But who knows? I don't want to think about that right now. I have so many other worries on my mind. For instance..." Susan was thinking more out loud than anything, but just in time she realized her next thought was about Suzanne. She came to an abrupt stop. She was glad that she was facing away from Suzanne to make the coffee, because her face got very red.

"What is it? You can tell me. Something about Alan I assume?"

"No, not about Alan, for once. Something else." Susan was so embarrassed that she wanted to run and hide under a rock, but she was digging herself in deeper.

Suzanne raised her eyebrow with intense curiosity. "What?"

"I can't say." Susan said, blushing more and making Suzanne even more curious.

"Ah, come on. I'm your best friend. You can't keep secrets from me. I'll tickle it out of you if you do," she added in a sing-song voice.

That just got Susan even redder, as she imagined Suzanne tickling her, then holding her, then doing very sexual things to her. To make matters worse, the coffee was done so she had to turn around a give a cup to Suzanne. She did so, but kept her head down and blatantly avoided eye contact.

A curious Suzanne suggested, "Talk about it in the abstract. Pretend you're talking about someone else. That makes it easier."

Still blushing and looking away, Susan started, "Okay." She steeled herself with a deep sigh. "I have this friend. Jill. Jill has a problem. She has a daughter and a best friend, and a best friend's daughter. And a most wonderful son. And the thing is, lately they've all started kissing each other. On the lips. And it's great. The problem is, Jill is really, really liking it. Just this morning, she told me, she seriously made out with her own daughter! While they were both naked! I'm worried. Is Jill a lesbian? Is it wrong to feel these things? Is it a sin? Is she taking advantage of her friends and family for her own perverse sexual urges? What would they think? What would her best friend think?" Susan shyly looked up at Suzanne's face to see how Suzanne was taking it, and then quickly looked away.

Suzanne smiled softly and that made Susan feel a little bit better.

Suzanne thought, Awww. How cute. This is one reason why I love Susan so much. She manages to remain so good and innocent, even while discussing how she has become completely sex-obsessed. She decided to play along. "Tell your friend Jill that I know her best friend. Her name is, uh, Janet. Janet fooled around with other women in college and Jill knows that, doesn't she?"

"I guess I do. I mean, uh, I guess she does. She was told that a very long time ago. I think Jill hasn't really been thinking clearly lately and that totally slipped her mind."

"Well, Janet did fool around. A lot. So that already tells you that Janet doesn't find lesbian relations a problem at all. You know that Janet goes to church, and she doesn't think that love between women is a sin or immoral at all. Most women are naturally bisexual. There's nothing wrong with that. The problem is when people hide their urges and bottle them up, and repress them. That's what's wrong." Suzanne twirled her fingers in her hair innocently, aware that doing so would tempt Susan all the more.

"Really? You mean that?" Susan finally looked her friend in the eyes with hope and relief. "So you're not mad at, uh, Jill?"

Suzanne smiled even wider, happy with how the conversation was going and also still amused at the continuing Janet and Jill pretense. "No. Janet's not mad at Jill. You already told me, I mean, Jill already told Janet that she had feelings for her. To be honest, Janet finds Jill attractive too. Very, very attractive. Lately she's even been thinking some very horny thoughts about all the things she wants to do with Jill." To drive the point home, Suzanne let one of her hands slowly and seductively wander to her cleavage. She began to gently trace her fingers in the deep, open valley between her voluminous breasts.

"Don't say that!" Susan cried out. She found her pussy began to pulse with excitement. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs to try and make the feeling go away. She regretted bringing the topic up when she was already so horny, with Alan leaving in the morning without giving her her usual morning mouthful of cum. But then again, it would have been hard to find a time when she wasn't horny.

Suzanne reached out and tenderly touched the top of Susan's hand. "But it's true. Janet loves Jill very much. And there are many ways to express that love. Physical ways, even."

Susan felt her knees begin to buckle, and had to grab hold of the counter to support herself. She felt glad there was a counter between her and Suzanne or she wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation to rush into her friend's arms. "Oh no! Oh dear. I don't know what's worse. If you agreed with what I said or if you disagreed. Either way is so scary." Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and surprise.

Suzanne reached to the counter edge where Susan's hands had withdrawn, and held Susan's hands in hers. She looked intensely into her best friend's eyes. "Susan. I love you. I'd love you no matter what you do. We've been friends too long to stop now. If you wanted to make love to a goat, I'd even support you in that. Wait. Let me take that back. I'd think you're fuckin' nuts and find a way to get you to stop, but we'd still be friends. No matter what. Right?"

Tears rolled down Susan's cheeks as she was overcome by the love that radiated from Suzanne. She rushed around the counter and threw herself into Suzanne. They hugged each other tightly. "Suzanne! I love you so much! You're closer than a sister. Jill is so lucky to have Janet as a friend."

"Janet's just as lucky to know Jill. You're just about the best thing that ever happened to me all these long, lonely years before Alan's 'problem', not counting having Brad and Amy." They just held each other for several minutes.

Susan had her head nuzzled into Suzanne's neck. Finally she looked up into Suzanne's eyes, and said, "So you don't think I'm a freak if I have these lesbian urges?"

"Here's what I think about that." Suzanne grabbed Susan by the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. This wasn't the first time they'd kissed that way, but their previous times, as great as they were, paled in comparison to the intensity of this kiss. Susan had opened her mouth to gasp, making it easy for Suzanne's tongue to penetrate. The kiss went on for many minutes as their tongues delightfully battled each other. They were left gasping for air and the coffee was long forgotten.

"Wow," Susan exclaimed as they finally broke away. She kidded, "I take it that means you're okay with it."

"You might say that," Suzanne replied wryly. "I think we need to resume our hello and good-bye kiss greetings, don't you?"

"Yeah." She laughed. They stared happily into each others' eyes. "How long did I put those kisses on hold? One evening? No, I kissed Brenda last night, so not even that. I'm so hopeless. But what will the psychiatrist think? As if I'm not gonna come across as enough of a nympho freak already! This is so weird for me, the former Ms. Prude of the World. Xania is gonna order me locked up for sure!"

"No. It's not like that," Suzanne said sweetly. "You can tell her all about this. Xania does a lot of counseling for gay and lesbian couples. She's totally fine with these things. She'll be very pleased to see that you're finally getting in touch with your true feelings. After all, it's not like you're becoming a lesbian. You're just appreciating both sexes. Do you think you'll ever stop wanting to suck your son's cock?"

Susan snorted with laughter. "Are you kidding me? No way!" She showered Suzanne's face with a series of affectionate pecks.

Suzanne did likewise and then replied, "So there's no problem. Look. I wish we could talk about this much more, but I really have to run. I'm expected in L.A. already." Suzanne thought to herself, That's too damn true. I wish I could stay here and get seriously passionate with Susan. She's so ripe! This is so fucking incredible! Unbelievable! Everything is going so great. But I can't keep Xania waiting. Everything has to go perfectly tomorrow so Susan can get through that appointment more sexually minded than ever before. Then she and I are going to fuck each other to Kingdom Come. Or maybe to the kingdom of cum, heh-heh! That is, when I'm not fucking Alan or Katherine! Heh-heh-heh! Loving and fucking, and fucking and loving, with such lovable people. I feel like I'm getting back in control of things, especially after wowing Alan with that anal sex last night. Somebody pinch me. This is too good!

They had one more good-bye French kiss session at the front door before Suzanne had to leave. Suzanne was frustrated that she was so dressed up, because she didn't have time to get naked for a nice grope session and then get all dressed up again. There will be time enough for that, she consoled herself. Lots of time. Very soon. Then she was gone.

Susan literally collapsed into a chair. She didn't even realize when it happened, but at some point she'd climaxed from the kiss, and now her thighs were wet beneath her skirt. She decided to take a nap, then a shower, before she resumed some serious masturbating. Still bothered by the lack of her usual morning load, she fucked her face with her fingers and desperately wished she had the guts to go to a store and buy a dildo.

Then, in a sudden burst of inspiration, she thought, What the hell? I'm an adult woman, so why can't I buy a dildo? I'm getting over my prudishness, and that means getting over this fear of doing anything risqué in public, too. I'll go out and buy the best dildo I can find, one that looks as close to the same size as Alan's beautiful cock as possible. Then I'll fuck myself silly with it. Yes. Yes. Yes. Since I can't allow my son to fuck me, I have to satisfy my pussy somehow. Or, if he does fuck me, I need to have it nice and ready for the best cock in California. And I need a special ass dildo too! Yes, I can't forget my ass! Because there's no doubt that Alan's monster is going to go in there, and I have to get ready for such a very large object.

Susan hurriedly dressed into her "outside world clothes," grabbed her purse, and got into the car. She knew just the place to go and get sex toys, too, as Suzanne had pointed it out. But when she got there, she couldn't bear the shame of the store clerk looking into her face as she put the dildo on the counter for purchase. She returned home empty-handed. Her vagina was more frustrated with unfulfilled need than ever.

CHAPTER 3

Alan made it out of Glory's class at the end of fifth period without anyone suspecting. By the end of the class Glory had fully regained her wits. She rushed her students out the door, pretending that she wanted to be alone to call her "pregnant best friend" again. She checked to see if the coast was clear in the hallway and hustled Alan out at the right moment.

They only spoke briefly, as both knew they'd have plenty of time to talk later. She just whispered to him as she guided him to the door, "And to think, I protested when you started fucking me! I think you'll need to spank me soon to punish me for my bad attitude. See ya!" She winked playfully at him.

He found himself outside the door, in the busy hallway. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the light. He staggered down the hall in a daze, amazed at how surreal it all was. As if holding my breath for an hour in a closet, trying not to fall asleep wasn't weird enough, she has to leave me with that arousing spanking thought. I should spank her just for that! Now I'm going to have to go to my tennis class with another boner. But I guess there's nothing unusual about that. I think if the Guinness Book of World Records had a category for most constantly aroused kid of all time, my picture would be in there. He sighed with both glee and frustration and kept walking to his next class.

He hadn't gone more than a few steps when Amy bounded up to him. "Alan!" she said joyfully, as she practically jumped into his arms and covered his face with a series of quick pecks. She was the epitome of happiness. She'd been walking on air ever since word had gotten out at school the day before that she and Alan were boyfriend and girlfriend, and to unexpectedly run into Alan made life just that much sweeter.

But, just as quickly, she pulled away and said, "I'm meeting some friends just around the corner. Check it out!" Then she skipped off.

Alan stood for a minute to ponder the issue of P.D.A. - public displays of affection. It occurred to him that it was something he and Amy would have to discuss. No doubt she was eager to all but fuck him in the school hallways if she saw him, so it was up to him to set the boundaries. Just like with Katherine. I've got to be the responsible one.

He belatedly made his way around the corner and saw Amy some distance away, in the middle of a cluster of girls, all of them nearly as pretty as her. She talked with great animation and glee, as usual, and he wondered why she wanted him to see this discussion in particular. It was too far for him to hear what she was saying to the others, but then she started to gesture with her hands, and Alan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Amy's hands flew back and forth in front of her in what could only be a demonstration of her handjob techniques. Clearly she was showing the others just what she did to her new boyfriend, and just how she did it.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, she held a hand in front of her face, as if to grip an invisible penis, and began to mime her cocksucking technique. Her face was one of near rapture. The other girls all looked on with excitement and envy.

Alan peeked around the hall corner like a bad spy. Amy suddenly turned his way, and smiled and waved with the hand not holding the imaginary penis. He instantly turned red as a beet, and the girls broke into very embarrassed giggles.

Alan awkwardly waved to the crowd of girls, then fled down the hallway where he'd just come, even though his class was in the other direction. As he walked a longer route to his tennis class, he thought, Dang. There's been this rising interest in me from the girls at this school, as I've become this increasingly sexy and mature guy in recent weeks but no one knew why. I've been the "mystery guy." People were asking, "Who is he going with, and what are they doing?" But now Amy is touting my sexual skills like some kind of carnival barker. I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the attention is only going to increase, and I already have more females than I can possibly handle. This is crazy!

Reality intruded on Alan's life as he had to play tennis for an hour. But then he had his "appointment" with the cheerleaders after school. He was almost afraid to go into the theater room at the end of school and wondered just what kind of bizarreness he'd face next.

The only thing he knew was that he had to finish off Janice's painting job, as he'd never gotten around to painting her most private places the day before. He didn't know who would be there, though he expected to see Janice, Joy, and Heather, just like last time. But to his surprise, Joy wasn't there and Amy was. (Katherine, of course, was missing, as she wanted to avoid any sexual situation with the other cheerleaders where her incestuous relationship with Alan might get accidentally exposed.)

Alan was let in by Heather. She seemed to be in a surly mood, as was Janice, no doubt from their continuing feud with each other. It appeared the two of them had reached some kind of truce so they could (barely) tolerate each other, in order to get through their cheerleading practices. But both of them radiated with hatred for each other. It occurred to Alan that his arrival probably greatly inflamed the situation, as the two of them would be competing for his attention.

Amy, on the other hand, was living on a different planet - a very happy planet. She seemed to be totally oblivious to the ill feelings that filled the room. Heather had opened the door for Alan, but it was Amy he greeted as she tackled him with a big hug the second the door was opened.

"My love!" she cried. Heather grudgingly closed the door, which allowed Amy to throw off whatever restraints she might have and kiss Alan in an all-out body grope. Alan briefly pondered, "My love." There's that phrase again. This can't be good, if both Glory and Amy see me as their one true love. And then, of course, Sis feels the same way. And God knows how many more. This keeps building and building, and it's bound to explode, sooner or later. <Sigh>

He gave in and let himself enjoy the French kissing for a bit, until Heather said in a nasty tone, "My, my. The two little lovebirds sure do love each other. But I didn't come here to watch you two kiss."

Alan broke away from Amy and regarded Heather. Heather was dressed in her street clothes, as was Amy and Janice. Heather glared at him icily and stiffly, while Janice was in a similar stance, except she glared at Heather.

"Nice to see you too, Heather," Alan said with a touch of sarcasm. He'd managed to open Amy's top and take off her bra during the grope, and now he idly fondled her tits, making her squirm and moan. In a kinder tone, he turned to Janice and greeted her. Janice said hello and smiled back, but it looked forced.

Although it was the end of school, Alan still felt rushed because, technically, he was still grounded and supposed to go straight home. Susan, despite her blissed-out, constant horniness, was likely to still care about the grounding, if only because any delay in his return meant that much longer until she could suck him off. But she was so good-natured and tolerant that he figured he had a little bit of time to play with.

Staring at both Heather and Janice, he said, "Before we get started, we need to straighten something out here. Just what the hell is the burr up your butts, you two? I'm not going to do anything until we get this out in the open and resolved." He paused, but neither said a word. So he crossed his arms and goaded, "Well? I'm waiting."

The two remained silent and looked everywhere but at him. Finally, Janice said, "I'd like to talk to you about it, but not here. Not with Heather here." She practically spat out the word "Heather."

Heather was more stubborn and didn't say anything at all, but just stood with her arms crossed and a deep frown on her face.

Alan thought to himself, Okay, aggressiveness works. I've got to be really balls out here. Inside he was uncertain, but outwardly he appeared in command. He said with a shrug, "Okay, if that's the way it's going to be, then we have two options. One, I can leave right now. I see no reason to help as long as you're acting like complete bitches. Two, the two of you kiss and make up. And I do mean that literally. If the two of you can bring each other off, then and only then will I do the painting. And to give you some incentive, I'll fuck the first one to make the other one cum." Worried that might make them too aggressive, he added, "Or the one who makes the other one cum more tenderly and lovingly. I'll decide which when it's done."

Heather and Janice stared at him in astonishment. They both could hardly believe what he had demanded, yet both of them knew that they would do it without question if it meant a chance to get fucked by him. Heather was chagrined with appreciation at the twisted brilliance of his plan. It was something she wished she'd been able to do with her lovers, but she never had.

Amy, meanwhile, pouted because Alan had stopped massaging her tits. She thrust her chest out at him and arched her back backwards at an almost improbable angle to gain his attention. He took notice and resumed his fondling. She cooed in reply, seemingly unconcerned with the feud in front of her. He imagined that if it were up to her to resolve the conflict, she would say something simple like, "Hey, you two, be nice. Don't fight."

"I'm in a hurry," Alan barked. "Get naked before I get mad and decide to leave. You too, Aims."

Amy threw him a playful salute and said, "Yes, sir!" in a giggly, chirpy tone. She actually made a peace sign with her fingers as she made her salute - Amy was very big on the peace sign.

Heather also said "Yes, sir," but in a mocking, sarcastic tone. Yet she didn't hesitate to quickly take her clothes off, as if she was a private responding to a military command. Janice didn't say anything at all, but just stripped.

Alan was very pleased with himself. He ordered Janice to lay on top of Heather on the one couch in the back of the theater room's stage. They migrated there and left their clothes behind. Alan was still dressed, but he didn't stay that way for long. He dropped his shorts, and with Amy standing next to him, he turned to her and said, "You know what to do."

Amy again replied with a cheery "Yes, sir," and went to work on his penis with both hands. "Should I suck it?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Up to you. Maybe you want to alternate, because I don't think you're gonna want to miss Heather and Janice. Check these two out. It should be veeeery interesting."

Amy muttered a quick "M'kay." But apparently she was more interested in his penis than the show, because she immediately dropped to her knees, and began to suck.

Alan laughed with delight.

CHAPTER 4

Heather eyed Janice warily as Janice tried to figure out how to set herself down on the head cheerleader. "Don't you dare scratch me, or I'll scratch your eyeballs out," Heather warned menacingly.

"The same," Janice spat back. "Don't try anything or I'll pop the silicone sacks in your fake tits with MY nails!"

Alan looked at the two girls' hands from where he stood and realized with relief that, in fact, neither girl had long fingernails.

"Fake?" Heather countered. "Who says they're fake? You WISH you had tits half as big as mine!" Janice fully lay down right as Heather said this, which inspired Heather to add snidely, "And don't crush my face with your fat ass."

"Fat? I have a perfect ass, you lard butt. Alan, don't you like my ass? Whose do you like? My ass, or Ms. Silicone Wide Load here?"

"Hey, you two," Alan complained. "Pretend I'm not here. And no talking, since you two are unlikely to say anything nice. Just do it. Get each other off."

That caused them to redirect their attention to the task at hand. As indicated by Heather's mocking concern at having her face crushed, Janice positioned herself in a sixty-nine position over Heather, figuring that pussy licking was the fastest way to get the job done for both of them.

So they went at each other, hesitantly at first. Their tongues got to work quickly and easily enough, but the problem for each was where to put their hands. Grasps quickly turned to scratches. Heather, not surprisingly, was particularly aggressive, and scratched at Janice's lower back like a cat with bared claws. Alan was again relieved that neither had long fingernails, but long, red marks were made just the same. Had there been any chance at permanent damage, Alan would have stopped things immediately, but he figured that a certain amount of abuse was inevitable given their mutual hatred for each other.

Amy looked over her shoulder from time to time to see how the other two girls were doing, but generally she was fully content to focus on the penis in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, she alternated from sucking to licking and whispered to him, "Alan, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Is there some reason why you're not fucking me? Don't you want to fuck? We could do it right now."

"I know. But when we do it, I want it to be something really special. This scene is way too seedy. It should be just you and me, after a really special night."

"M'kay."

"Maybe tonight, even. I'll see if my little guy is up for it." He mused at the irony that earlier in the day it was Glory who said wait to fuck until they could have a more romantic setting and now the tables were turned.

"M'kay!" she said with her usual enthusiasm. She took his penis deep and sucked with greater vigor.

Alan could hardly concentrate at the hot lesbian scene in front of him. Janice and Heather had settled down into a pattern that was part cat fight, part sex. As an observer, it was a very hot thing to watch, especially since their emotions were completely real. It was like both of them were two different people, one represented by the tongue, which lapped with great fervor. The other, represented by the hands, attacked and grasped aggressively. Both of them scratched all over and left fingernail marks everywhere, even as they passionately licked.

Alan came close to a climax. However he was able to put his hands on Amy's head and pull her away so he could rest and then keep going. He pulled her just out of range of his penis, but she playfully stuck her tongue out as far as it could go, and just barely managed to reach the tip of his penis from time to time. It was a fun game, even if it didn't help him calm down very much.

While her mouth was temporarily unoccupied, he asked, "Aims, why were you telling all your friends today about your handjob and cocksucking technique?"

"Two reasons. One, I want to be very frank with them so they'll want to share experiences and I can learn and get that much better. It's hard to compete with ma- many others." She was going to say "Mom and Susan and Katherine," but luckily, she realized Janice and Heather might hear, even though they were increasingly self-involved, and changed her words in time. She continued, "Two, and the main reason, is I want them to all know what a great lover you are and how totally super-amazing it is to even suck your thingy. The more beautiful the girl is, the more I hype you up. That way, you'll never have to go without. If you're in class, and you get hard, hopefully some cute girl sitting next to you will take notice, which isn't hard the way your thingy always boings up in your tight shorts. Then maybe she can reach over and lend you a hand."

"What? Right in the middle of class? Do you realize how impossible that is? Even for me, in my surreal, unbelievable world, that could never, ever happen."

She conceded the point, though she commented, "Well, it might happen if I was sitting next to you. But, in any case, that's what the breaks between classes are for. So we can all take turns sucking you off." As if to illustrate, she lunged forward, pushing against the hands on her head. She succeeded in swallowing the whole head of his penis before he pushed her back. But he didn't push back hard, and the tip of her tongue danced around his piss hole.

Alan shook his head in amazement. As he stared ahead at the lesbian fight-fuck, he marveled, "Aims, do you have any idea about the limitations of the male body? I can only cum so many times a day. With all the great females I can choose from, I'm not going to waste an opportunity on some girl at school I hardly even know. So don't spread rumors. If I did want a quick blow between classes, if there was even time, which there isn't, I'd want to do it with you." He stroked her hair lovingly and smiled down at her.

That made Amy very happy. "M'kay! Cool! But don't you want to try some others out, just once? All my friends are so eager to help. I think it would be just the wowest thing if every girl in school had a chance to get a mouthful of your cum."

Deciding she'd gone long enough without that mouth-full-of-penis feeling, she pressed forward even more forcefully and took his penis in again. She mumbled, "Today I already learned some stuff I can do with my teeth. Here. Let me try." She put his penis between her cheek and teeth, as if she was brushing her teeth with his dick. That was something she'd never done before. She scraped across it with her teeth, again rather like brushing. No one had done that to him before.

Alan looked forward and saw Janice and Heather attacking each other even more aggressively. To his great surprise, he realized that both of them had already cum, yet they were still at it. He grunted through clenched teeth to Amy's bobbing head below, "Maybe you shouldn't stop telling your friends what you're doing, as long as you keep learning tricks like that."

"M'kay!" she mumbled through her penis-filled mouth.

He thought, Thank God for Amy. When everyone else is getting more and more jealous, Amy only wants to share even more. What a perfect girlfriend. Am I charmed or what? Then a disturbing thought occurred to him. "Aims, do you realize, the way you've been talking in the last day or two, no doubt everyone is going to think that you're a total slut. You should stop talking before you ruin your reputation."

She laughed, and sat up some more so she could titfuck him while she talked. "But why should they say that? I'm so totally NOT a slut. The only guy I've ever been with is you, except for that stupid Jack Johnson. The only way I'm a slut is if I'm an Alan slut. I'll spread my legs for you anytime, anywhere." She giggled, "Right here is good."

Her tongue flickered at the tip of his penis again as she slid his penis up and down her cleavage. She didn't prepare with any lubrication, but she didn't need to because his penis was nearly soaked with his pre-cum and her saliva. It dawned on him that he'd never titfucked her before. Then it further dawned on him that there was no way he could hold out another minute.

He looked up at Janice and Heather. The two of them were now sitting up on the couch. They rubbed their furry pussies against each other while they kissed passionately. He was stunned yet again at the turn of events, because they were really getting into each other. Yet at the same time, the anger was still there. They continued to scratch at each other. Both bodies were covered with literally hundreds of tiny red scratch lines, most on the hips and lower back. He further realized that they occasionally whispered to each other quietly, hopeful that he wouldn't hear. Between passionate kisses, they would mutter things like, "Bitch," or "Hussy," or "Carpet Muncher," before attacking another body part with their mouths. Neither paid the slightest bit of attention to him or Amy.

It was all too exciting for Alan. His PC muscle had been battling all this stimulation for a long time now, but it finally lost the fight. He pushed Amy further down so there was more cocksucking and less titfucking. He deposited a load in her mouth and she slurped it down as quickly as it came out. It was a disappointingly small amount by his usual standards, but Amy didn't seem to mind.

He staggered away from Amy and tried to get some air. She immediately followed, on her knees, and said, "I want that precious last drop." When she got in front of him again, she started to lick his entire groin clean.

Alan braced himself against the couch Janice and Heather were using, and tried to remain upright on wobbly knees. That alerted him to their presence. With one final orgasm for each of them in what no doubt had been a long series, they clawed and scratched and cussed themselves to completion. Then both disengaged and flopped down into the couch, away from each other.

Heather was the first to speak. "I have to admit, Janice, that was surprisingly good. You're not too bad. Thanks."

Janice replied, "Thanks, Joy." She quickly threw a hand over her mouth and blushed as she realized she'd said "Joy," not "Heather.".

Heather might have teased her about that, but she was too tired. But both she and Alan took note.

Alan thought, Hunh. I guess Janice must have a thing for Joy, and somehow imagined Heather as a substitute. I wonder what the ramifications of that are. What does Joy think? Have they done it with each other? In fact, has Janice ever done it with another girl before at all? He said out loud, "Hey Janice, was that your first time with a girl?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she said, wiping the girl-cum from her face. She looked very glum and slunk further into the couch, perhaps ruing the fact that her first time with another girl was with her nemesis, Heather.

Heather was more lively, no doubt due to her greater sexual experience. She said brightly as she sat up, "So Alan, I made Janice cum first. Do I get to claim my prize?"

Janice sat up, now peeved. "You LIAR! You did not! I totally made you cum first!"

Heather replied, "Did not, you tiny-titted albino. As if you could beat me on your first time."

But rather than reply, Janice sank back into the couch glumly. It looked like she would cry. She muttered, "Bitch! I should have known better than to feel..." Her voice faded away.

Alan thought, I don't know what's going on, but I have a feeling it sucks to be Janice right now. It seems like Janice was reaching out to Heather with her love making somehow, and now feels betrayed. He announced, while Amy still lapped at his balls, doing much more than cleaning them, "I declare Janice the winner. However, I'm in no position to hand out the victory prize. Amy kind of overwhelmed me here with the intensity of her sucking. Tomorrow at lunch, Janice." Heather looked like she would have attacked him with a weapon if there was one in range, so he added, "And as for you, Heather, I'm not forgetting about you. Sorry it's been a while. There will be a nice consolation prize for you tomorrow as well."

That seemed to temporarily appease the vindictive blonde. So he continued, "Once we're all recovered a bit, let me take care of the rest of that paint job, Janice. Then I really should get home. I'm way overdue." He imagined Susan waiting impatiently with an open and eager mouth. He further imagined frustrating Glory at lunch tomorrow by these new plans with Janice, but he decided that Janice needed a positive thing more than Glory did. He wondered, Will I be able to make it to the Boy Scout trip on Friday before I utterly collapse? At least maybe I made some headway in fixing things between Heather and Janice. Or maybe not. I can't really tell.

CHAPTER 5

Painting Janice's privates went relatively uneventfully. Heather saw that she wasn't going to get in any more action and immediately left. Amy waited outside so Alan could be alone.

Alan wanted the privacy so he could hear from Janice just what was going on with her and Heather, and also her and Joy, given her mysterious "Thanks, Joy," comment. Janice told him everything, extremely gratified to have someone she could safely confess to. She ended up crying quite profusely, and Alan tried to comfort her with kind words and a hug, but he had no idea how to fix her problem. Janice loved Joy, but Joy had no lesbian tendencies. It was a tough problem, and Janice's other problem of blaming Heather for bringing out these frustrated feelings inside herself seemed relatively minor in comparison.

Janice thanked Alan profusely for listening. She was amazed at how good it felt to share her bottled up emotions. The two of them hadn't known each other well before, but now they had a special bond.

Alan had to hurry home - he was skating on thin ice with Susan in pushing the limits of his grounding. Further, he'd cum four times already: twice in the morning with Katherine, once with the Glory lunch fuck, and then once with Amy's blowjob and titfuck. As much as he looked forward to a welcome home titfuck or blowjob from his mother, he knew it was asking too much of his penis and of his energy level. Shockingly, a nap appeared more tempting.

He met Amy waiting outside the theater room door as he left. She sidled up to him and said, "Hey, official boyfriend, how would you like to have an official bike ride home with your official girlfriend?" The sweet smile on her face and the way she coyly played with her hair captivated him.

He couldn't help but smile in return. "Officially speaking, I give that idea the official thumbs up."

She laughed with glee and hugged him tightly. Down below, her crotch rubbed against his. She took full advantage of the fact that she was the only woman in his life who could get away with such a bold move in public.

Alan froze up momentarily, but relaxed as he realized they were nearly alone and no one was likely to notice the way their legs intimately entwined. He happily hugged back and kissed her lightly on the forehead. He asked, "But could you do me a favor? You have a cell phone, right?"

"Yep!" Alan didn't have one. She pulled it out and proudly showed it off.

"Can you call up Katherine? I'm hoping that you and she can run some interference for me, 'cos I'm too tired to face a certain big-titted mother waiting at home."

Katherine answered the phone and happily agreed to help, so his scheme came off easily. Amy came to the Plummer house through the front door without knocking, in Alan's stead. He, meanwhile, snuck through the back door so he could go straight to his room and take a much-needed nap.

Susan was dressed in a loose bath robe, ready for quick action. When she heard the front door open, she stood up, opened the front of her robe expectantly, and said, "Tiger, would you..." She was going to say, "Would you like some milk straight from the source?" but she stood in quiet surprise instead. After an awkward pause, she blinked her eyes repeatedly and asked, "Amy? What are you doing here?" as she closed her robe. "Where's Alan?"

Right on cue, Katherine walked up to Susan from behind, put her hands on her mother's shoulders in an affectionate way, and said, "Double bummer for you, Mom."

Susan twirled around. "Double? Why double?"

"First off, you'll have to miss your regular afternoon fill of cum. Alan is already upstairs sleeping." Katherine hugged around her mother's waist, just below her rack. Her hands ended below each tit, and she lightly rested them there, allowing her to "inadvertently" lightly caress them.

"He is? How did I miss that?" Susan shuddered because she felt her daughter's hands move up and reach her (unsurprisingly) hard nipples. She brushed the hands away, mindful of Amy's presence.

Amy had kept on walking into the house. Her main role in the diversion was over, and she thought she should give the other two some room. She sat down in the living room and started to watch television.

Katherine placed her hands on Susan's shoulders, looking for another way to get physical, and replied, "I don't know. But second, it's a bummer because you won't get to have Alan watch when you have your spanking. We should do it while he's napping so we don't over-stimulate the poor guy's brain. He looks really wiped out."

Susan clutched her robe tightly and turned to Katherine in surprise. "Spanking? What spanking?"

"Mom, don't you remember? How you were bad and broke your own rules? I reminded you about it this morning. We delayed the punishment a bit, but we can't put it off forever. What's happened to your memory?"

Susan sighed. "Oh no. I forgot all about that. I don't know if I'm coming or going sometimes."

Katherine walked around to face Susan and placed her hands on her mother's shoulders from the front this time. Looking into her eyes, she said, very seriously, "Mom, let's get this straight. The answer is easy. I think it's safe to say that most of the time, you're cumming." Then she burst into laughter.

Susan also laughed, but said, "Very funny," in a peeved manner and tried to hide her amusement. Getting more serious, she asked, "Angel, you're not really going to go through with that spanking, are you?"

"You know I am. It's for your own good. And besides, you agreed already."

"I did, didn't I? But what about Suzanne? Someone needs to be the referee. Otherwise things might get out of hand. I was hoping she'd spank and you would referee. I don't seem to have any restraint on myself lately, but then I regret things later. And I want to have a clear head for the psychiatrist meeting tomorrow morning. But Suzanne said she would be in L.A. for most of the day. Again. She probably won't be over until after dinner."

"We could have Amy referee," Katherine suggested. "She's not doing anything right now." She hadn't told Amy about the spanking part of the diversion plan, because she wanted to be sure if Susan was ready for the idea.

Susan pondered that and concluded, "Nah. She's too innocent."

Katherine was disappointed, and thought, If she only knew. But she let it pass, and said, "Then it's up to me. Don't worry, I'll be good. I mean, one of us has to be, since you're been so very, very baaaaaad." Her voice was quite naughty.

Susan unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, excited at the way her daughter was coming on to her. She asked nervously, "Do you promise? Promise to do nothing more than a spanking? You won't touch me in any inappropriate places?"

Inwardly Katherine cursed. Like Alan, she hated to go directly against the word of her mother. So she was disappointed when she had to say, "I promise I won't touch you in any inappropriate places during this spanking." Like Alan, she was very specific in her promises with her mother so as to not limit her options later. "Now, let's go downstairs. I think the basement would be the best. We can lay you down on some of the exercise equipment." Katherine slipped out of her dress and beckoned Susan from the top of the stairs.

Susan complained as she walked downstairs, "I really shouldn't be allowing you to do this, Angel. It's not right for a daughter to punish a mother. It's like the children are taking over around here. But we do have to think about Alan. It's probably best if we get this out of the way right away. I think that you're right that we're possibly in danger of overstimulating him. He must be weary."

Even as she said this she eagerly began to pull her robe off of her shoulders. Alan hoped that Katherine would be able to distract Susan with some sexual kissing; he didn't know about her preexisting spanking plan, but when she told him about it on the phone he agreed that it fit the bill perfectly. Susan was so excited to be spanked that it nearly made up for Alan's failure to appear and feed her a nice load.

By the time they reached the basement, both mother and daughter were naked. That wasn't a hard thing to accomplish since they wore only the flimsiest of clothes in the first place.

Katherine had her mother lie down on a flat surface of one of her exercise machines. Katherine planned to essentially repeat what Suzanne did to her a few days before: some spanking, but not too hard, and then lots more caressing of the ass to "make it all better" than actual spanking. She would have done lots of pussy fingering between spanks, but she'd already promised Susan not to do that. She looked forward to extensively exploring her mother's ass in any case.

But only one spanking into it they ran into difficulties. After one slap, Susan cried out loud. "Ow! That hurt." She could actually feel the imprint of Katherine's hand on her newly-reddened butt cheek.

Katherine soothingly rubbed where she just spanked, and said, "It's for your own good. To remember what you did and repent."

"Um, what did I do to deserve this, again? I can't even remember. Things have been so confusing lately and I haven't been thinking too clearly. It's like I'm in a permanent sexual fog."

Katherine put her hand on her chin and tried to think. "For the life of me, I can't remember either. I think the same Alan-induced fog bank covers us both. It had something to do with... Oh, I remember! You were acting naughty on Tuesday afternoon, so I had to referee. But then, with Alan in your bed, you deliberately lowered your cunt down onto Alan's..."

Her voice trailed off because she heard the sound of someone walking down the steps.

Amy came into the room. She didn't find anything good on TV, and correctly figured something more fun would be happening down in the basement. "Hi guys! Have you seen Alan? ... Whatcha doing? Can I play too?" Amy had just changed into nothing but pink, frilly underwear. The notion of dressing had changed so drastically in the Plummer house that nobody thought her attire odd or merited comment.

Susan was very embarrassed and wanted to cover up, but wasn't really in a position to do so, since she was bent over face down on the workout bench with her ass and pussy very clearly exposed. Her embarrassment doubled because she realized that everyone could see how profusely her pussy was already leaking. She futilely tried to cover her ass cheeks with both hands. "Oh, hi Amy. Alan's, uh, Alan's taking a nap. I hear. And we were just, uh, Angel was giving me a massage. That's right." Susan was a bad liar; almost comically so.

"Oh, goody! That looks like fun! Can I join in? Then Katherine and I can get massages too. Everybody can do everybody else!"

Susan had visions of running her hands all over the naked flesh of Katherine and Amy. She imagined their skin fragrant and slippery with massage oil. To imagine the naked part wasn't hard since Amy dropped her clothes nearly as soon as she entered the room, which left the three of them totally nude. Susan wondered if she would be able to resist breaking her own boundaries with such tempting nubile teenage flesh easily available for the fondling.

Susan drew up all the willpower she could muster and said a firm "No."

Amy pouted. "Awww. How come everyone always leaves me out of everything? It's just a massage. Don't you love me anymore, Susan? I'm hurt."

Katherine butted in, "I don't understand why we have to stop what we were doing before. Amy's a big girl. She can help out with your punishment. Either that, or the massages. She'll be hurt if you leave her out altogether."

"No. I'm in a sensitive state. I can't! Not with Amy. Amy, you know I love you dearly, but you're so innocent. I think maybe you should go." Even as Susan said this, her hands seemed to act on their own. Since they clutched each ass cheek, they started to subtly caress and squeeze the flesh they held. Susan's pussy leaked like a river and she was randy, as usual, as she anticipated the rest of her spanking. She greatly resented the delay Amy was causing, because she at least had the self control not to get really wild with Amy present.

Katherine said firmly, "Look, Mom, you're being punished. I'm not as quick to obey a 'no' as Alan is. It's not for you to say no and to wiggle out of your punishment. Amy is nice enough to help. We're going to do this, and that's final. Uncover your ass cheeks already and get ready for some helpful hurting."

Susan gripped her ass cheeks tightly, which served only to spread them and expose her puckered asshole to the light. "Please? Angel? Is that any way to talk to your mother? Really!"

Susan looked over her shoulder and saw that Katherine looked determined. With Amy standing happily naked behind her naked daughter (both of them preferred to stand with a good view of Susan's ass and dripping pussy instead of her face), she thought it was possible a lesbian orgy could break out, and she was afraid of that. She knew Katherine had promised to behave and knew that Katherine would try to honor that, but wasn't sure if her daughter could control herself. She looked to her own behavior for many examples of broken resolve.

Susan suggested, "Okay. Here's an idea. A plea bargain. We cancel the ... what we were doing, and in return... Hmm. What will I do in return? ... Oh, I know. You seemed to like that kiss this morning. We cancel this, and I won't object to kissing like that in the future. That'll be my punishment."

Katherine liked it. Hunh. Interesting. In some ways this is better than the spanking, since I promised to behave with that. "Mom, I don't know if that's a deal. Seems that you liked the kiss as much as I did."

"Well, I'm not sure about that. Anyway, that's my offer. Take it or leave it."

Katherine smiled wickedly and said, "Mom, you don't seem to be in a good position to issue ultimatums." She slapped her mother hard in the butt to emphasize that she meant that in a very literal sense.

Susan whimpered in pain and muttered, "Angel, please have mercy." But she secretly loved the rough treatment. Her pussy convulsed slightly and her body shuddered.

Katherine walked around the table Susan was on and stood before her mother. She stood very close, so close that her pussy was mere inches from her mother's nose.

Susan took a deep sniff. The musky aroma was nearly overwhelming. Her ability to concentrate almost evaporated completely. She had not yet tasted another woman's sex, but the temptation grew with each pussy-scented breath she took.

Katherine knew the smell might help influence Susan's decisions and budged another inch or two forward. "So I can kiss you like that at any time? Just like Suzanne does?"

"Not ANY time. But as a good-bye or hello greeting yes, I suppose." The smell of Katherine's sex so overwhelmed Susan that she was afraid she might pass out. She felt helpless laying on the table and began to think that an orgy with Amy would be a pretty good thing.

Katherine thought, No problem. That just means I have to leave the room for a minute whenever I want a kiss. In fact, I should see if that works. "Hmm. Okay. Why don't we practice right now. I'll leave the room for a sec and then you can kiss me. Actually, you can kiss me good-bye right now. On the lips." She edged her pussy even closer to her mother's face. If she'd had any pubic hair it would have touched her mother's nose. She hoped Susan would get the hint on which set of lips she wanted to be kissed.

Susan felt the temptation to kiss what was offered, but she closed her eyes and managed to eke out, "Angel, you don't... uh..."

Katherine giggled good-naturedly. "Don't worry, Mom, I was just teasing." She walked out. While she was frustrated that Susan was resisting, she knew she'd have another chance in a minute.

Meanwhile, Amy asked, "So what were you doing earlier? This punishment?"

Susan reluctantly sat up and said, "Um, I'm rather not say, Amy. It's kind of embarrassing. That's why I'm making this deal." She shyly held her hands over her big tits, but that left her bush uncovered.

Amy stepped forward. "So can I kiss you too? I'd be far less curious about this punishment thingy if you make me happy with a kiss on the lips."

Amy's eyes fixed on Susan's bush. Susan dropped a hand down there, but that left most of her boobs uncovered. The mother relented, "Oh, all right. God, I'm so bad with boundaries. It's like everyone is taking advantage of me like I'm some sexual object made just to please others. As if my only purpose every single hour of the day is more sex. And now you're doing it too. But looks like Angel is going first, because this kind of kissing is only for leaving or entering the room." She stood up.

Katherine sauntered into the room, exaggeratedly swishing her hips. She walked straight into her mother and held her in a tight embrace. Then their lips came together. Somehow the kiss had even more intensity than before. Susan realized that this wasn't just some temporary thing. She would be kissing her daughter like this every day from now on. It excited her terribly, especially knowing that a naked Amy waited for her kiss next.

Susan was horny, pure and simple. She was even hornier than usual, and that was saying a lot. If she wasn't actually cocksucking or kissing or masturbating, she was probably thinking about it. She could hardly contain her hands as she kissed her daughter. It took all of what remained of her willpower not to throw Katherine down and go crazy all over her.

The main thing that held her back was the thought of the psychiatrist visit. I just have to hold out until morning. I have to straighten out my feelings about lesbianism. It's one thing to feel that way about Suzanne or even Amy; it's another to feel that way about my own daughter! Isn't that as bad as sex with my son? It's worse! Two taboos at once. The doctor will be able to tell me if I'm ill. Maybe she'll have an explanation. Or a cure. Some kind of pill.... But she did allow herself to play with Katherine's tits, and Katherine played with hers. There was so much nipple stimulation, that without even knowing how it happened, Susan found herself sucking at one of her daughter's nipples.

They went on like that for a bit until Katherine grew bold and grabbed at Susan's pussy. She placed her hand on her mother's bush and went for the clitoris. But that made Susan realize they'd moved far from a kiss. The mother pulled her head back, dropped a hand down protectively, and said, "Please, Angel, don't."

Katherine removed her hand from below, but at the same time she grabbed her mother's head and pushed it back to the tit. "No you don't. Where are you going? Keep doing that. That's great. Oh, Mom! I'm loving it!"

Susan sucked at the nipple for a few more moments and then got lost in her thoughts. She thought, This is wrong. I shouldn't be sucking at my daughter's tit. If anything, she should be sucking mine. After all, I'm the mother. That's what mommies do: they offer their tits to their babies. Like Alan. Sucking my tits. So good! Oh God! Just imagine if Katherine sucked my right nipple while Alan sucked my left. Both of them at the same time, squeezing all the creamy milk out of me! Dear God! I would be in seventh heaven!

The mention of heaven suddenly made her think of hell. She had a nightmarish vision of burning in hell for corrupting both her children. She pulled away from Katherine as if hit with an electric shock. She fled the room, not even bothering to pick up her robe on the way up the stairs.

Katherine cried out, "Hey! Come back! What's this about?"

Amy also yelled, "Susan, my kiss! Aren't you going to give me a kiss too?" Amy casually frigged herself where she stood. She'd been doing that for the past several minutes as she watched the hot kiss take place a few feet in front of her.

"Sorry, Amy," Susan yelled back as she reached to top of the stairs. "Later. Not now! Later! I promise!" She disappeared out of sight.

Amy pouted to Katherine, "Boy. I must have done something to upset her. Is she mad at me?"

"No, that's not it," Katherine answered. She wasn't sure what caused it, but she guessed, "It's about something else from before you came in. I think."

"Oh." Amy continued to feed her fingers in and out of her pussy as nonchalantly as if she was just scratching her head.

Katherine stared at Amy's nakedness and decided the sight was too tempting to ignore. She suggested, "But since we're both here and naked, what say we do a little bit of pussy shaving?"

Amy withdrew her slick fingers and licked off her own juices as she looked at her friend appreciatively. "M'kay! But what about the razor? We don't have the razor. Should I go get it?"

Katherine sat down on the workout bench where Susan had just been. She made sure to spread her legs wide, and said, "The kind of pussy shaving I'm thinking about doesn't need a razor. Just two tongues and a lot of bump checking. Close the door and then we'll get busy on this table."

"M'kay! I like that kind of pussy shaving best, too! I think I've already started. I've already found my favorite bump!" They both laughed at that reference to her G-spot.

Katherine hugged Amy as she came back from closing the door. "I love you, Amy. I don't think I've ever said that before in so many words, but I do." She kissed her friend and their lips locked for a while as their hands began to leisurely wander.

When they finally came up for air, Amy replied, "I know. But it feels good to hear you say it. I love you too."

"I know you do. You're so much fun and such a good, loving person. Let's not fight over Alan. Make love, not war."

"Okey dokey." The double-jointed Amy spread her legs much wider than Katherine ever could. She asked, "How do you want me this time?"

CHAPTER 6

Alan woke up from his nap long after all the events in the basement ended. He figured he needed to recover for the rest of the day, as his penis was nearly out of cum, judging from his last couple of climaxes. But he figured that didn't mean that he couldn't go without some stimulation, thanks to the stealth stroking idea. Not only was he tired but he also had a lot of homework due on Friday. So he studied for the remaining two hours before dinner. First Katherine, then Amy, and then Susan jacked him off from underneath his computer table.

The stealth strokings were surprisingly clinical and passion-free affairs. After they had dressed so provocatively for so many days, the females all dressed as blandly as can be, so he wouldn't lose his focus on his work. However, they weren't necessarily quick, since nurse Akami said his stimulations needed to be prolonged to be effective.

Katherine lazily stroked his penis for nearly an hour. During that entire hour he read a text book, while Katherine sat next to him as she read hers, one hand holding her book up and the other staying in constant contact with his penis. It was somewhat akin to doing homework while being tipsy on alcohol. It felt great, but it wasn't at all similar to the intense, all consuming, and emotionally draining sexual experiences he'd been having so often lately (in fact, he felt like he was still recovering from the intense fuck with Glory during lunch). And after all of Katherine's stroking he still hadn't cum, so she handed him off to Amy when her hands got tired.

The thing which surprised him most was that he actually managed to get some studying done. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done any homework. He certainly hadn't done anything substantial since the week before.

If you have to study, this is definitely the way to do it! Alan thought, as Katherine finished up and Amy took over. I'm actually remembering what I'm reading even as Amy pleasures me. If I'm going to keep up this six times a day treatment for the long term, this is the only way to do it. There's just no way I can go on like I have been these past few days. As great as they've been, my penis is just plain going to fall off if it keeps up like that. A couple of weeks ago it was great, but now it consumes just about every free moment I have. If I change I might actually recover some kind of social life before my friends totally abandon me. And I might be able to actually get back on track with my studies, too. This kind of mellow stroking is very relaxing, and doesn't tax me at all. What a great discovery!

The only one who wasn't passion-free in her stimulations was Susan. With the psychiatrist's appointment coming up the next day, she acted as if this would be her last shot at his dick, even though she realized that was very unlikely. When Amy got tired of stroking and left, Susan came at him while he lay down in his bed and read a book. Her dress was far from bland, as she wore another see-through outfit. She went at him so fervently that there was soon no pretense to "stealth" at all.

Then she said, "Tiger, let's see if a stealth blowjob works as well. After all, you still have to wash my mouth out with 'soap' for each dirty word I say. I've been saying sooo many dirty words today that it'll take me months to work it off. Maybe the only way for me to keep my potty mouth clean is by having your penis in it all day long. Wouldn't it be fun to have your mommy permanently attached to your John Thomas? Not only that, but we'll be leaving to have dinner in a restaurant in less than half an hour. We don't want you to suffer there with your penis in this condition."

Alan could hardly resist that logic and just said, "Knock yourself out, Mom."

"Mmm," she cooed as she started to lick the tip, "wash me clean with a warm bath of your sperm!" She managed to blow him for a very long time before he came, but it was too intensely pleasurable for him to concentrate on the book. He decided that as wonderful as the concept was, "stealth blowing" didn't work well in practice.

When it was over, he thought, This is too good to be true. Stealth stroking. I am SOOO spoiled. How long can this last? I have a feeling that someday I'll look back on this day, and remember, "Oh yeah. The day I fucked Glory. That was a great day. Those were the best days of my life. That was right before the shit hit the fan and everything came crashing down." I feel like I'm doing a high-wire balancing act. I don't know how long I can keep it up. And all this "my love" stuff with Glory today - I see broken hearts in the near future. I love Glory so much, but I can't stick with just her and her monogamous and totally straight ways. She would be the safe way out: marry my teacher. She's not that much older than me. But given the choice between that and a family orgy, I'm going to choose the family orgy. Sorry, Glory. I don't know how I can break that to her. Hell, I can't even tell her anything about what's happening at home. He put down his homework, lay on his bed for a while, and pondered what to do to keep all his females happy. No solutions came to him. He was just stretched too thin.

Suzanne came over a few minutes before seven. She could have taken Alan aside and told him (and Katherine) not to worry about the psychiatrist, but she decided not to. She thought it would be immensely more entertaining for them otherwise, especially given the plans she'd worked up with Xania. Furthermore, genuine reactions would help convince Susan that the appointment was for real.

Suzanne had rushed back from her second day trip to make arrangements in L.A. so she could join the others for dinner. The idea was that all the Pestridges and all the Plummers would have a fancy dinner at a restaurant to celebrate Amy and Alan's new status as boyfriend and girlfriend. And "all" for once actually meant "all" - even Amy's brother Brad and her father Eric would attend.

The unusual presence of Brad and Eric colored the event and removed any possibility of even subtle flirtation. The last thing Suzanne wanted was her son or husband to suspect that something sexual was happening at the Plummer house, so she made a personal, special plea to everyone, and in particular to Katherine, not to try any under-the-table hanky panky or the like.

Everyone was respectful of those wishes and absolutely nothing happened, not even between Alan and Amy, which technically would have been allowed. All the females were thoroughly covered as well, with Suzanne as the only one to show off any cleavage. Alan was forced to wear a jacket and tie. In fact, the whole dinner was so normal that it seemed to Alan to be just about the most surreal thing he'd experienced in ages. It was as if the clock was turned back a couple of months and nothing sexual had ever happened between any of them. What made it even stranger was that they ate at a Chinese restaurant. Alan couldn't forget Susan's shared fantasy of stripping and jacking him off in the middle of an imaginary Chinese restaurant just days earlier.

Alan was lost in a mental fog for most of the dinner. He mostly pondered the mysteries of Eric and Brad. He thought, What the hell is wrong with Eric? He has frigging Suzanne for a frigging wife and he never has sex with her anymore? Is he totally loony? They seem so formal and restrained here, sitting next to each other. It's clear that all the love has gone out of their marriage, but how did it happen? At least I can see why she wouldn't want to have sex with him - he used to be handsome, but he's ballooned and really let himself go. And what's up with Brad? How does he deal with having a mother as sexy as Suzanne and a sister as sexy as Amy? Hmm. I should think about how I was up until a short while ago. I deeply repressed my feelings and tried my damnedest to avoid thinking of them that way, or else I would have gone slowly insane. Maybe he's doing the same thing. Is he a raging inferno of barely-controlled lust, or does he just not care and truly focus his energies on fishing and cars and football and all that stuff he likes? Does he have any clue whatsoever what's going on in this house? Amy and Suzanne must come home with that just-had-a-big-orgasm fresh, glowing face, like, ALL the time. Hasn't Eric or Brad noticed? If either one finds out, everything will be totally ruined. Dang. My whole life hangs on their continued cluelessness.

After many toasts to the "happy couple," the dinner mercifully ended. Alan was at least relieved that both Brad and Eric seemed to heartily approve of him and Amy being together. The last thing Alan wanted was either of them to snoop around and see just what the "happy couple" did.

Alan was so cooled off from the uneventful dinner that he gladly went back to his homework without any stealth stroking assistance. In fact, everyone seemed cooled off. Earlier in the day he thought that he'd end up fucking Amy by the end of the evening, but everyone was so unaroused and stuffed with food that the idea didn't even come up. Although he greatly looked forward to fucking her, he wasn't in a particular hurry, as he felt with Susan and Suzanne, because he knew he could fuck her any time and she would love it. So there was no pressure. In fact, it felt to him as if he'd fucked her already and he had to remind himself that he still hadn't.

He was concerned that the dinner experience might have knocked Susan back into some kind of guilty mode, but that wasn't exactly the case. True, she was very anxious now, but mostly because of the psychiatrist's appointment scheduled for the next day. She'd never been to a psychiatrist before and had no idea what would happen. Despite Suzanne's assurances about Xania's character, Susan had visions of being put into a straight jacket and sent off to a mental institute for her incestuous and lesbian urges.

She had a bit of a "my last night before they hang me in the morning" feeling. So rather than go without her usual goodnight kiss and "tuck-in" tradition, she was more determined to do it than ever, as if this would be her last one.

She came into Alan's room after ten o'clock while he was still working on his computer. Although he wasn't aroused in the slightest, that changed in a flash as soon as he looked at his mother at the door. She wore one of her frilly, see-through nighties. She whispered nervously, "Tiger, do you still want me to kiss you goodnight?"

He leapt up, crossed the room, and embraced her. "Of course, I do, Mom! I don't know how I could ever live without your tuck-ins. If the doctor has you stop tomorrow, I don't know how I'm going to go on." His hands roamed up and down her back gently and slowly came to a stop at the top of her ass, where he grabbed two handfuls of flesh and squeezed softly.

That response made her very happy. "Oh, my darling son!" she gasped. Her anxiousness seemed to melt away as their lips met. They French kissed for many minutes while their hands groped, gripped, and caressed each other sensuously. They moved to his bed to get more comfortable. Susan found his penis under the blankets and played with it lovingly. She was ready to give her son another blowjob, but he didn't want it just then and carefully pried her hands away from his overworked organ.

He held her hand, kissed it tenderly, and said, "Mom, don't be so anxious. This is NOT going to be our last chance to do this, okay? I won't let that happen. You have no idea how at the end of my rope I am today. Although I only came five times, that's still a huge number of times for most guys. The dinner and homework was actually a very good thing, to give my penis a chance to recover. Let's wait till tomorrow. We'll have a big send off before my scouting trip. It'll be after your appointment is over, so you won't have to worry. How's that sound?" He looked up from her hands to her eyes searchingly and gave her a warm smile.

She whined, "But Tiger, I only had it once today. Just once! The way you snuck home without greeting me; that was so mean. Don't you love your big-titted mommy? Don't you want to bury your face in her tits and then fuck them with your big stick? Mommy needs it like a drug, baby. Or she can't get a good night's sleep. Please!" She furtively tried to reclaim her hold on her son's half-hard penis.

Alan appeared be resolute, and he carefully pulled her hands away from his member once again. So Susan upped her advances. She suddenly leaned forward, clutched her tits in her hands, and moaned, "Oh no! Son, I'm in pain."

Alan was up in a flash, ready to help. "What's wrong, Mom?" he said as urgently as if she was having a heart attack.

In fact, she was just fine. She held her tits as if they were made of lead, and complained, "Oh dear. Mommy's tits hurt really bad. They're so full of milk! My hooters are so big and heavy that I'm afraid I'm going to fall over. Tiger, can't you help? Can you suck my nipples until my tits feel better? Please bathe them with your warm tongue."

Alan of course belatedly realized that there was no medical emergency, but her ruse still worked. There was no way he could keep his hands (or mouth) off of her after that. He laughed good-naturedly and said, "All right, all right. The milkman is here to take your bottles of milk away, but only if you promise to keep your hands from that certain spot. Little Alan Jr. desperately needs a break. Deal?"

Susan was gleeful at the milkman idea, and happily agreed as she laughed with glee. "Alan, you're my big, strong milkman. Come to my house in the middle of the day while my husband is gone and give me a special delivery!"

Although he decided the idea of burying his face in her tits and then fucking them was too good to pass up, he at least kept his resolve not to cum. Despite her agreement to behave, she couldn't really control herself, so as he sucked her engorged nipples, he had to repeatedly swat her insistent hands away from his groin. But it was all fun for both of them.

When the playing around got too intense and Alan felt his resolve weakening to the breaking point, he gingerly disengaged himself from her eager hands and had a cold shower to cool his libido.

When he got back, she was still there. She'd cooled down too, and they just chatted a while. He greatly enjoyed these moments of intimacy, and he helped calm her fears about the upcoming appointment. It was a good way for Alan to decompress from the events of the day and work through his own fears. Alan pointed out that if Suzanne trusted Xania, they should trust her too. Susan agreed - she placed her complete trust in Suzanne, much more than any other person besides her own children.

They had a parting kiss, though it was brief so Alan wouldn't have to take another cold shower. When their lips parted, he said, "We all have to trust Suzanne on this. She may scheme sometimes, but she always has our best interests at heart, and she certainly wouldn't fool around with something as important as this. You know I love you, right?"

Susan nearly swooned at her son's endearing words. "Yes," she answered quietly. "I know. And I love you, too."

"And Suzanne loves us all, so let's hope love will get us through this. Okay? As for me, I think I'm pretty thoroughly 'tucked-in.'"

Susan laughed. "Your old mother can take a hint." She kissed him lightly on the nose and then left with a friendly wave.

After Susan left, Alan lay in his bed and marveled over his luck yet again. I've fucked Glory, Akami and all six cheerleaders, including Amy and my own sister. Well, not Amy yet, but I can do her any time. I could do her tomorrow in the living room and everyone would probably watch and clap. I just need to have a talk with Suzanne about it first, is all. I'm getting awful close with some others. Of course, my mom and Aunt Suzy. And now there's Brenda. That's a total of eleven totally gorgeous women!

The thing is, I feel so confident and experienced now that I'll bet I could walk down the beach tomorrow, find the most gorgeous woman there, and immediately take her to bed. I KNOW I could! And I'd fuck her silly and leave her begging for my cum, which everyone seems to think is the bee's knees. This aggressive attitude works wonders. I'm just radiating sex now, after all these experiences, and women are picking up on it. All the girls in class are after me now,' cos I radiate a different vibe than before. Shit, lately even some guys are giving me the eye. It's all about attitude and confidence. Maybe I'm giving off some kind of sex smell... What do they call it? Pheromones, I think. If my level of pheromones has gone up like the rest of my sexual abilities, then that could explain why women are getting so excited over me. Like Brenda. What the fuck is up with that woman? I gather she's not that easy with most guys. ... Yet, at the start of school this fall I would have been in heaven just to be kissed by Christine. Screw Christine! I could totally get her in bed now, but I'm not going to, just to say 'fuck you very much' for turning me down. I think I'd rather fuck the whole fucking cheerleading squad in one go, my sister included! Plus, I have too many women to handle as it is. But I need to be careful not to turn into a jerk. Confidence is good, but it's way too easy to become an arrogant asshole for someone in my lucky position. I feel so sorry for the other six billion people on Earth. How I got picked to be the one guy in these shoes, I'll never understand. If someone made a story about all this, nobody, fucking NOBODY would believe it.

It seems all too good to be true, and maybe it is. Maybe tomorrow the psychiatrist will put an end to it all, even though I don't really believe that'll happen. But, in a way I'd feel relief to put an end to this high-wire act. I can just barely handle getting erect so many times a day and it's all I can do to make it to the Boy Scout trip starting tomorrow night. If it weren't for the variety of women doing so many different and completely sexy things to me, I never would have made it this far and kept up my "fuck monster" reputation. But no matter what happens, the psychiatrist can't really do much, can she? Things with the cheerleaders and Glory and Suzanne are bound to keep going at the very least. My sister, my fuck toy, certainly won't stop fucking. And of course Amy is dependable. I won't let things stop with my mom. No way. So I'll just have to take whatever comes.

CHAPTER 7

Alan closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. But, as was happening with increasing frequency, his night wasn't over as soon as he'd thought. Katherine had hoped to start her own goodnight kiss tradition, and this night, for once, there was nothing and no one to stop her.

She knocked on the door and let herself in. "Alan? Brother? Big Babe-bonking Brother? You awake?" She walked to his bed and lightly shook his shoulder.

He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. Before him, in the dim light that came through his window, was his naked sister. "I am now. What is it?"

"I was thinking. You and Mom have such fun with your nightly kisses. Couldn't you and I start our own goodnight kiss tradition? It's not like she could complain about that, now." She sat down at the foot of his bed and began to gently caress his upper thigh absent-mindedly.

"I'd like that, Supremely Suckable Smaller Sister, except for one thing. You always want to go further. I don't want to be sister-raped every night before I go to bed."

She rolled her eyes. "Brother, brother, brother. And I used to think you're so smart. You act like having your sister rape you is some kind of bad thing." She giggled. "But okay, I promise I'll be mellow. Just kissing."

"Tell that to Mom. I'm sure she thought a goodnight kiss was actually just a goodnight kiss at some point. You should have seen the way she was aggressively all over me just now. "

Katherine inched forward and smiled seductively. "Oooh! Is that an invitation to watch next time? Or are you just referring to setting up video cameras for later viewing?" She giggled.

He rolled his eyes. "Neither, Lithe, Luscious Little Sis. This is what I mean. You've got to keep it cool."

"I promise I'll let you lead the way. Imagine my hands are made of lead. They won't leave my side."

Alan realized, Once this tradition gets started, it's gonna be expected every night without fail, just like with Mom now. Most nights, by the time I'm ready to go to bed, I am soooo totally dead. My penis is usually so sore it's about to fall off. Then Mom wrings whatever little sexual energy I have left out of me with her "goodnight kiss" and I zonk out like a dead man. But, on the other hand, I really owe it to Sis. I've been so focused on my mom and neglecting my sister, like with these goodnight kisses, which are really goodnight blowjobs most of the time. I love Katherine. I'd love a goodnight kiss. But I just can't deal with the energy of so many women.

He drew her close in as if to kiss her. Katherine smiled in anticipation with her eyes large puppy dog eyes. But first, he said, "Okay, Sis. Let's face facts and be realistic. I predict that regardless of what happens with this psychologist visit tomorrow, I'm gonna be fucking Mom sooner or later. Probably sooner. When that happens, there won't be any need to keep the fact that you and I are fucking a secret any longer. So I imagine that some nights, I'll be sleeping with you, and some nights I'll be sleeping with her. Who knows - maybe we'll all be sleeping together."

"Yes! Excellent! God I've been waaaaiting for that. So long. Do you know how many damn nights I wait for you to come into my bedroom and fuck me? Even though I know you're not going to with Mom down the hall and all, the idea makes it so hard to sleep. I want to hold you at night. So bad! It's been so incredibly long since we've really been together. I miss the feeling of having you inside me so much!"

"Me too. But the point is, the whole idea of the goodnight kiss is probably gonna change. So let's not fix any tradition in stone just yet, okay? Let's just enjoy a casual goodnight kiss now and see how this all shakes out, tomorrow with this Xania woman, and beyond."

"Yeay! Goodnight kiss! Goodnight kiss! Kiss me, Big Boinking Buxom Bouncing Birds Brother!" She hugged him tight, her joy spreading to him infectiously. She pulled back and puckered her lips expectantly.

Alan couldn't help but smile. "You're really into the B alliteration thing lately, aren't you, Little Svelte Sexy Siren Succubus Sister?" He rubbed his nose against hers adoringly.

She giggled at that and then grabbed him. They went at it. Alan tried to keep up with his sister's enthusiasm, but that was hard to do. But she kept her promise and her arms stayed by their sides. Alan went to bed very satisfied, feeling profoundly loved by his sister and mother in equal measure.

Alan woke up in the middle of the night. As he lay there in deep thought, he felt bad about refusing his mother a load during her goodnight kiss. He thought, A lot of people are counting on me. I know it's tough, constantly pushing what I can do physically, but Mom really needs me. She was so bummed. She's so worried. I wonder if she'll even be able to sleep tonight. I not only have all these rewards - I also have responsibilities to keep them pleased. I should really go in there and give her what she needs. With a few hours of sleep under my belt, I've recovered enough to handle it and enjoy it.

Still flushed with his recent sexual successes, he got up and walked into his mother's bedroom, something he'd never done after she'd gone to sleep. He was nude, since that was how he slept nowadays. She lay asleep with the covers off of the top half of her body. Alan was tempted to grab her tits and wake her up in some aggressive way. Maybe I should wake her up sitting on her face with my penis in her mouth. But at heart he was very well mannered, so he pushed such thoughts out of his head. Who am I kidding? How could I think that, when she looks so beautiful and peaceful, just lying there?

He leaned down and tapped her on the shoulder. "Mom, wake up."

Susan's eyes fluttered open with surprise as she came out of her slumber. "What is it? Who's there?" she said groggily as she rolled over in bed.

"It's me, Alan."

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. She saw him standing there, naked and with a hard-on. She immediately sat up in bed and looked at him with blurred vision, since her glasses weren't within reach. "Alan, we can't," she said firmly.

Alan could tell that, for some reason, she thought he'd come to fuck her. "Mom, I'm not here about that. I'm just here because I have a raging hard-on and you said I should never masturbate myself any more. What should I do?"

It took her a bit to register that, and wake up more fully. Susan looked worried and felt vulnerable, still uncertain if Alan had finally gotten aggressive and come to have sex with her. But he just stood there and politely waited for her. She looked at his penis, which twitched and poked towards her, and finally said, "Oh. I see. Hmm. Well, I guess I'd better take care of it then. Why don't you kneel over by the side of the bed here and I'll suck it for you."

"Thanks, Mom, you're the best." He thought, She said that just like when I was a little kid and I'd come home with a bloody cut and she'd offer to put a band aid on it. I don't know why, but her motherly, helpful tone is such a turn on! He also thought, As beautiful as Mom is, she's even more beautiful with her glasses off. Dang, she is something else.

Susan rubbed the bleariness out of her eyes and grabbed a hold of his penis as he knelt down by the edge of the bed where she sat up. A big, contented smile crossed her face as she began to rub it. She said, "You're such a thoughtful son. I went to bed so dissatisfied but you're making up for it. What a nice little surprise midnight snack you've given me. ... Or should I say, big snack. Sooooo big..."

Alan noticed she wore a nightie that hung half way down her stomach, and asked, "By the way, Mom, why aren't you sleeping naked? I thought you love being naked."

"Yes, but I'm naked so often nowadays that I'm afraid over time my boobs will lose support and start to sag. I'm not a teenager any more, you know. So Suzanne and I have both started to wear these types of tops to bed. They keep my boobs firm and high, and the rest of me gets to stay naked."

The conversation put her more at ease and she thought, What was I thinking? Alan would never take advantage of me; he's not that kind of guy. She also began to feel more frisky, as the delightful prospect of more cocksucking fully registered with her brain. She pulled down her blankets with her free hand and said, "See? I only wear this little top. That way there's nothing down below to stop me from masturbating. And believe me, I masturbate all the time, thinking only of you." Her hand caressed the top as she mentioned it, and then the hand drifted down her stomach. She petted her bush briefly and licked her lips seductively as she looked directly into his eyes. But then she focused on the cocksucking request.

She turned around in bed to face him and kicked her covers all the way off. She put her face down by the edge of the bed and stuck her ass high up in the air. She knew that he loved to see her naked ass wiggle while she sucked him off.

After a few minutes, he reached across her back and inserted a finger into her anus. He'd done this many times before, but for the past few days she'd been terribly excited by anal sex fantasies, so the fingering really set her off. She thought, Tiger is getting my ass ready! He's probing and widening the hole so he can eventually insert that monster tree trunk of his! Shove it in, Tiger! Not just one finger, but two! Ream your mommy! Yes!

She got so aroused by the anal intrusion that her whole ass shook as if it was a blender on a high setting. That was too exciting for Alan and he gave up his load without much struggle. He filled her mouth with a healthy helping of cum, though it still wasn't up to his usual number of ropes. She was fully into it now, and eagerly drank down each new squirt as it came in.

After she got him off (and got off herself), Susan remained lying face down on her bed with her ass up in the air. Alan walked around the bed to get a direct view of her rear side. Seeing his attention focused there, she pushed her ass up even higher, hoping that Alan might take the hint that her ass was his for the taking, even if her pussy wasn't (at least not yet).

Alan however, was only human, and knew he'd be unable to get erect again any time soon. He stared at her ass, and thought, It is completely unreal that I am not fucking this woman already. But I've sworn that I'm not going to do it until she agrees first. I am not going to force myself on my own loving mother!

She remained perched up like that for a minute or two, but with no better reaction than a hand of his that caressed her ass, she gave up and sat up to face him.

Alan said to her, "Mom, do you think it would be all right if I just spent the rest of the night here with you? It's such a big double bed. And if I have my particular problem again, you can be right here."

Susan wiped away a small droplet of her son's cream dribbling down her chin and considered the tempting idea. She remembered her concerns and her desire to see a psychiatrist. With a start she realized that the meeting would be in the morning, just hours away. She knew that if they slept together, odds were going they would end up fucking before the night was over, so she reluctantly said, "No Tiger. I'd like that, but we can't. Not tonight. For one thing, I've been tossing and turning most of the night and I need to sleep. Secondly, I might just roll on top of you in my sleep and who knows what might happen? Since your pole is almost always erect, I could easily get my pussy impaled on your cock and you might accidentally pump a load of cum in mommy's cunt. Or what if, in your sleep, you roll on top and sleep-fuck me, pumping in and out, and in and out, in and out, right into your dear old mother?"

Alan was so sexually frustrated that he felt ready to crack his head open with a hammer, but he stayed quiet. It didn't help that she appeared utterly delighted at the idea that she nonetheless dismissed. She killed him with mixed signals.

She continued, in a calmer tone, "Now I can rest easy, with the wonderful taste of your cum in my mouth. So please go back to bed. If you get another hard-on, just come to me and I'll make it all better. But you can't sleep here. Not yet, at least."

Alan nodded glumly and sulked his way back to his room. For just the briefest of moments he half expected to have his deepest fantasy finally fulfilled, but to no avail. He wasn't terribly worried about turning back the clock through the psychiatrist's visit or anything else - he knew he'd always have a very active sex life from now on. But the thing that most worried him was that his mother would remain resolute about not wanting to fuck. A family friend told him that his father did everything short of fucking his mother for literally years before they finally got married. Alan thought, There's no way I could handle that. True, it's only been a few weeks of this so close but still so far denial, but I can't live on the edge like this for much longer. I'm gonna have to do to my mother what I did to Glory, sooner or later. Sooner. But I have to hold out long enough at least to respect her wishes on this psychiatrist visit thing. He consoled himself with her "you can't sleep here. Not yet, at least," comment. She knows it's going to happen. She just wants to feel completely good about it.

Susan went to sleep, proud that she hadn't given in to temptation. Before she drifted off, she had a very hot masturbatory session and imagined Alan raping her in the middle of the night. In the dream, Alan was the opposite of how he was in real life. He was rude, aggressive, cold hearted, and wicked. He tied her to the bed and cackled gleefully as he fucked her. When she woke in the middle of the night, she wondered why she liked him more that way and if her constant teasing behavior was slowly bringing that side out of him. If she would have known how he treated Glory earlier in the day, or the dreams he had which were very similar to her own fantasies, it would have fueled many masturbatory sessions or possibly broken down her will to resist temptation completely.

She was true to her word: despite her anxiousness, she had no trouble getting back to sleep, content with the knowledge that Alan had filled her mouth to completion.

CHAPTER 8 (Friday, Nov. 15)

The mood at Friday morning's breakfast was extremely tense. When Susan woke up she'd vowed to herself that she would let Katherine do all the pleasuring of Alan before school. Both Susan and Alan were aware that Katherine felt she wasn't getting enough from Alan, and the constantly horny daughter was getting increasingly disgruntled about it.

Despite the tension, it went without saying that Alan would get off, and he did, but Susan didn't count on how he'd want to do it. Alan said, "Mom, since we may not be able to do this after today, I want to do one thing while I still can. I'd really like to fuck Sis's tits. The nurse even said that titfucks are especially good for my treatment, as it's very easy on the penis."

This was a blatant lie, since he'd already fucked his sister's tits and knew in his heart that he'd be fucking them again. But Susan fell for it and let them go ahead. Alan not only titfucked his sister, but he boldly did it right in the middle of the kitchen floor, with Susan standing just a few feet away.

Susan got so excited watching Alan straddle Katherine that she couldn't help but lift up her skirt and frig herself in full view of her children. When she saw Alan scoot up and shoot his seed all over his sister's face, she felt almost as good as if he was doing it to her. All three of them came at the same time.

But when they were done, Katherine didn't make matters any easier for her mother. She purposely let Alan's cum drip slowly down her face and chest, and only periodically scooped up a gob to eat.

Susan served breakfast. Within minutes, Katherine started a stealth stroke on her brother and soon got him hard. That gave her an excuse to delay eating up the rest of her pearl necklace and cum-splattered face.

The sight of fresh cum drove Susan insane with lust. It was all she could do not to throw herself at Katherine and lick up the cum all for herself. She couldn't stop running her hands all over her nearly naked body. They all finished eating breakfast in various states of undress.

As Alan got near finished eating, he suggested, "Mom, seeing how things might change at this appointment, maybe to be on the safe side I should fuck your tits now. Who knows what this Xania will say."

Alan was extremely confident he would get another chance. But Susan looked at the clock and pointed out, "Never mind about that. You two have been fucking with each other so long that you're going to be late. And you haven't taken your showers yet!"

Alan suggested, "Mom, we could save time if Katherine and I hopped in the shower together. It's not like we haven't seen each other naked!"

Katherine giggled at Alan's obvious statement, especially since his cum was still rolling down her face and tits.

Susan again relented, "Okay, but hurry up and be sure to spend some time soaping down and not just playing. You're practically late already!" So the two kids hurried off to take a shower together. That led to more sexual fun, though very rushed fun since Susan kept yelling that they were running late. Susan even came in the bathroom, supposedly "to check on them," though her desire to see her children naked was the main reason.

However, they were mostly left alone. Katherine naturally tried to get Alan to fuck her then and there, since she left all the restraint up to him. He resisted her repeated efforts to guide his penis into her hole, but he made up for it by whispering, "Sis, we can't now, but I'm thinking: when our grounding comes to an end at the end of Saturday, maybe it's time to stop the ban on you and me fucking in the house too. I'm sorry that I haven't been spending enough time with you. I'll make it up to you next week. But if we do that, we have to be really careful not to get caught."

Katherine was extremely happy to hear that and no longer felt neglected. She got so excited that Alan had to redouble his efforts to fend her off and get at least some soap on their bodies. They had to stop before Alan could cum (since he could hold out so long now, it seemed a waste to give it up after only five or ten minutes of stimulation). Alan rushed off to school in one car, while Susan and Katherine drove to L.A. in another car.

The two Plummer females reached the psychiatrist's office in time for their eleven o'clock appointment. The plan was, the psychiatrist would see Susan for an hour, then Katherine for an hour, and then they'd break for lunch. Meanwhile, Alan would attend the first four classes of the day and then drive up to make it around the time the others were finished eating a late lunch. Alan would have a session alone with Xania, and then there would be possible follow-up sessions based on earlier conversations. The matter of payment had supposedly been handled by Suzanne, as a "special gift" to the entire family, and Susan made a mental note to show her appreciation as soon as she saw Suzanne again.

Of course the psychiatrist, Xania Goodleigh, wasn't a real psychiatrist at all, but just a friend of Suzanne's put up to impersonate one. Even the last name was fake, and just for the day (Xania wanted a sexually punny name, since her real last name, Tsakicheretakis, was a mouthful. Goodleigh was tame compared to some of the others Suzanne vetoed). It took hours of coaching by Suzanne before Xania had the basics down necessary to fake being a doctor.

The office that Suzanne had set up on the spur of the moment looked extremely convincing. Xania greeted them in the waiting room, alone. She said she'd sent the receptionist away for the day and claimed that one wasn't needed since all the other appointments for the day had been rescheduled for this special, urgent session.

Susan was shocked to see that Xania was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. She'd imagined someone old like the famous media psychiatrist and elderly woman Dr. Ruth Westheimer. But then she realized that it wasn't so surprising that Xania was young, busty, and attractive, since she was a close college mate of Suzanne's, and beautiful women tend to stick together. Furthermore, beautiful, extremely buxom women tended to stick together, as Susan and Suzanne's own friendship showed. In fact, Xania was nearly as stacked as the two mothers. She had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and wore stylish black-rimmed glasses. She didn't actually need to wear glasses, but she wore them for the occasion on Suzanne's advice so as to make her look more academic. Happily, she had the perfect face for the role – she could look stern and authoritative. (In fact, her ability to look that way helped her land one of her biggest B movie roles, that of the headmistress at a very naughty all girls' school.)

Susan was the first to go in to see Xania, while Katherine waited in the lobby for her turn. She said, "Dr. Goodleigh. Nice to meet you," and they shook hands.

Xania smiled back primly, and held the mother's hand a little longer than was really necessary. "The same. But please call me Xania. May I call you Susan?" Then she let go of Susan's hand and closed the door behind them.

"Of course." Susan nervously walked further into the room and lay down on the psychiatrist's couch. She'd never been to see a psychiatrist before, but the place looked just as she'd expected it to, from what she'd seen in movies. Funnily enough, Suzanne pretty much used her memories of the same movies as inspiration to decorate it.

"Please. Feel free to talk without censoring yourself," said Xania. "This is meant to be a totally open discussion, and anything said here stays here, so just say whatever comes to your mind." Suzanne had strongly recommended to Xania that the best way to pass as a psychiatrist was to simply let the patient do all the talking. When asked a question, respond with, "What do YOU think the answer is?" and other similar tricks to avoid exposing the fact that you don't know anything yourself.

"Thanks, doctor. I feel really weird being here." Susan shifted nervously on the couch. "Suzanne filled you in on Alan's medical need for stimulation?"

Xania nodded understandingly and answered, "She did, though I hope to hear more about it as the day goes on. And please call me Xania."

"Well, Xania, the problem is, that was kind of the foot in the door for me doing things to him that a mother would never do, and we just kind of kept on going down the slippery slope."

After a pause, Xania said, "Yes? Please go on."

Suddenly, her emotional floodgate flew open. "And, well, the thing is... The things we're doing must be wrong, but I still want to do them. And more! Doctor, I want to have sex with him. There! I said it. I want it so badly. I want to fuck my son!" She closed her eyes in embarrassment and heaved a deep sigh of exasperation and helplessness. "What the hell is wrong with me? How do I stop this from happening?" Susan found that just to say this out loud made her very horny, as she began to imagine having sex with her son in vivid detail.

Xania replied calmly and soothingly, "We will be discussing this situation a lot today, but let's not assume from the outset that what you're doing is naturally wrong and should be changed. I imagine you're aware of Freud's theories about the Oedipal complex and so forth?"

"Yes?"

"That is one heuristic and has some value, but Freud has largely been discredited these days. I'm certainly not from his school of thought. What's important is not what society thinks, but how you and your other loved ones think about this. Consider an interracial marriage. In some parts of the US, nearly everyone in the society would think that was very wrong, but now we know differently, don't we? The main historical reason for so many taboos about incest is to prevent defective offspring, but in these modern days, with contraceptives, that's less of an issue, and Suzanne tells me you're infertile in any case, so that's not an issue at all. Furthermore, Alan and Katherine are both adopted, so, to be brutally honest, you're not actually their mother, just in the social role of their mother. Had this happened when they were younger, that also would have been an issue. But their upbringing is just about over now. So incest in your case is as much or as little as you make of it."

Even though Suzanne had said Xania was open-minded on such things, Susan was nonetheless shocked. "So doctor, you're telling me there's nothing wrong with any of this?!?" She took a deep breath and said, "I can scarcely believe a woman of your stature could take such a position."

Xania smiled reproachfully and said, "Now, I didn't say that. What I said was, what matters is how you feel about it. You make your own world. If you're being tortured by guilt, and you can't overcome that guilt, then it would be wise to let go of it. If it will ruin your children's lives, then it will be wise to stop. If it will ruin your marriage. And so on. And, of course, what they think about it is equally important. These are the kinds of things we'll need to find out today."

Susan and Xania continued to talk for the next hour. Xania subtly encouraged the notion that incest was okay, as long as all the participants were okay with it. Susan had bottled up a lot of guilt, sure that she was an irresponsible mother, a slave to her sex drive, and so on. She explained how she felt her mind was split in two. Suzanne knew about and anticipated all of these thoughts, so Xania was prepared with notes from Suzanne on what to say about each concern.

CHAPTER 9

Susan next brought up her lesbianism, saying, "Xania, but incest isn't the half of it! I have to admit, I'm having all kinds of strange feelings lately about women. About Suzanne especially. I've started kissing her on the lips and... Okay, I'll be totally honest. I'm even hot for my own daughter! How's that for fucked up? Incestuous and lesbian feelings rolled up in one. It's a sin! A double sin!" Her eyes began to tear up with confusion and fear of what Xania might say to that, certain that Xania would, then and there, decry Susan to be totally insane.

Xania remained unperturbed because she had been forewarned about this, too. She calmly gave an explanation about how lesbianism wasn't immoral. She even had been coached about what to say on kissing. "As for kissing women on the lips, what's wrong with that? That's like saying shaking hands is wrong. I've been kissing women on the lips just to say hello or good-bye for years. That's just how we do it here in L.A."

Susan was totally surprised by this revelation. "Really? So Suzanne wasn't shitting me after all? I mean, she wasn't, uh, joshing me?" (Susan found herself using curse words for the first time in her life, but she still wasn't fully comfortable doing so, especially around strangers.) "I was wondering if she was being sincere on that. Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Xania laughed (Suzanne, in fact, had coached Xania to say this about kissing). "Where were you raised? In a Catholic church mission?"

Again, Susan blushed, but this time she wasn't exactly sure of why. "A farm in the Midwest, actually."

Xania shrugged and said, "That's just about the same thing. You must have lived a sheltered life to not French kiss women all the time. Why, in the circles of friends I have, it's nearly impolite not to kiss a woman for minutes at a time just to say hello." This was largely true, but only because Xania mixed with fellow porn stars and B-movie actresses, most of them very sexually active and bisexual. "In fact, I'd be rather hurt if you don't kiss me on the lips before this day is done. It would be good for your therapy to loosen up some more. Unless you don't find me at all attractive."

Susan was flushed with relief. "Oh, but I do. I find you very attractive. In fact, I find you downright hot. You kind of remind me of Suzanne, and that makes me very hot. I mean, you have no idea the kind of feelings I have for my best friend. I've known her so long, and I think there's years of suppressed feelings coming out now."

"Well if that's the case, why don't we practice a little bit of kissing right now? It'll help you relax. Holding it in is very unhealthy. You need to release all those pent up feelings."

"Well, okay," Susan said uncertainly. "But I feel like such a slut. Everyone is having me do things to them. Sexual things."

"Susan," Xania said as she stood up from behind her desk and approached the distraught mother, "a kiss is just a kiss. It's not like we'd be fucking, and going down on each other. A psychiatrist shouldn't do those kind of things with their patients, no matter how badly she might want to. But I think a kiss could be very therapeutic. You're so tense. Anyway, is there anything WRONG with people doing sexual things to you? Is that bad? When they're your loved ones and everyone feels good?"

"Well, no, I guess..."

"Then maybe," Xania said sagely, "what would help you would be to think of it a bit differently. Let's look at your use of language. You say that people are doing things TO you, but in fact you greatly enjoy these things, don't you? Maybe it would be better if you say that people are doing sexual things WITH you. You won't feel so out of control if you admit that you've been a very willing and active participant already. Empower yourself by admitting that you want to do these things with the people you love."

Susan brightened. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Wow. I never thought of it that way. You're right. Let's kiss. I want to kiss you."

So the two of them stood up and walked to each other. Xania was a good kisser and laid into Susan with a very active tongue. Suzanne had told Xania a little bit of kissing was okay but not to go too far too fast, so she backed off after only a minute. Their lips parted and Xania smiled to see Susan now aglow with self-confidence instead of the worry that had dominated her face since she first walked in the office.

They reluctantly returned to their previous positions. And, strangely enough, Susan did feel a lot better and more relaxed. She said, "I'm so glad to hear that this kind of kissing is okay. But the fact is, I want to do more than just kiss. Just yesterday morning, I was talking to Suzanne about this. Expressing ... feelings." She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together like a pair of wet, fleshy scissors. She kicked her left foot up into the air as she imagined her and Xania passionately entwined on the office floor.

Xania held her hand up. "Wait. Let me guess. You told Suzanne that you have the hots for her."

Susan blushed. "How did you know? How can you read me so well?"

Xania laughed. "If any creature on Earth has eyes and sees Suzanne, it's gonna have the hots for her. Now that you're freeing yourself from your sexual repressions and discovering your true self, it makes sense that you're opening up to her. I can only assume she feels the same way about you, because you're equally gorgeous, and a very kind and lovely person to boot."

Susan blushed more, but she was gleeful now. "Well, she did kinda say she liked me yesterday." She had her hands folded and fidgeted shyly like a girl confessing her first crush. Her pussy throbbed between thoughts of Suzanne and Xania, and she desperately wished she could be rid of her constrictive clothes so she could scratch her itch down below.

Xania gave a benign laugh. "I've known Suzanne even longer than you have. She's a great person. Stick with her. Never doubt her judgment. And never doubt her love."

Susan recalled Alan saying nearly the exact thing the night before. "You're so right," she said with a happy sigh.

"I have high hopes that the love between the two of you will continue to unfold and grow. If you have a physical relationship with her, I think that would be great. And very healthy for you. She's a strong anchor in your life and she'll never let you down." Of course Xania had been coached to say all these things to Susan. It was unfair for Suzanne to put words in another person's mouth, but at least these were Suzanne's honest feelings on the subject - she truly did believe she would never let her best friend down.

Xania had been briefed on Susan's new attitude towards clothing by Suzanne. So she said, "Now, on a different note, I see you've been pulling on your clothes ever since you've gotten in here. It's as if you're very uncomfortable wearing them. How do you feel about nudity?"

"Oh, I love it! I'm very pro-nudity. You're so perceptive, Xania. I'm amazed. I just hate being all confined up when I go out. This is the worst, being all bound up in fancy clothes like this, and wearing a bra and panties, even. Not being able to go topless is just the absolute worst!"

"Susan, I need you to be completely relaxed so you can open up to me. For different people that means different things. Despite what you might have learned in your small town upbringing, there is absolutely nothing wrong with nudity. Just ask any European and look at their nude beaches. If going topless puts you at ease, then by all means, I strongly encourage you to take your blouse and bra off right now. And with those huge breasts of yours, I can understand why you find that top so constricting. After all, I'm here to help, not to judge. I want you to feel confident enough to open up and get in touch with the real you."

"Oh really? Thanks! Don't mind if I do. This is fantastic. I was so worried about this appointment but I feel so much better already. Suzanne is such an incredible friend, calling you up to help me. I love her so much." Susan took off her layers of clothes until only her blouse hung loosely above the waist. Xania would have been blind to miss just how far Susan's nipples stood out.

Xania continued to field all of Susan's questions and concerns. She drew no attention whatsoever to the fact that Susan was topless. Everything went swimmingly. By the end of the session Susan thought Xania could practically read her mind. Thanks to Suzanne's helpful coaching, Xania very nearly could.

Xania found it curious to be talking to a buxom, topless woman in such an formal setting. On a whim and for her own amusement, she decided to veer even further from Suzanne's approved script. She said, "Now Susan, let's do a little mental exercise. I want you to lay back on the couch and we're going to do some visualizations."

Susan lay back and luxuriated in the feeling of the leather couch as her massive breasts fell against her body.

"Good. Now let yourself get completely relaxed. Breathe in deep. ... Good. Close your eyes and let yourself go limp. Like a wet noodle. ... Good. Now, I want you to mentally explore your feelings for your son. I want you to take a few minutes and just imagine what it would be like to have your son fuck you. Keep your eyes closed and your body relaxed. Imagine that his penis is pushing in and out of your body while you receive him with your legs locked around his waist. I want to see what kind of feelings that inspires in you to determine if we have a problem."

Susan warned, "But doctor, that's going to inspire some very horny feelings." Even as she said this, the pace of her breathing increased. Her eyes nearly glazed over.

"Well sure, that'll be part of it, but just go with it and let's see what all comes out." Xania watched Susan like a hungry wolf eyeing defenseless prey. She could tell that Susan was a ticking time-bomb of sex already on a very short fuse.

So Susan lay on the couch with her eyes closed and silently thought about Alan. Within a minute, her breathing started to become very labored. After another minute, one of Susan's hands drifted to her exposed boobs. Another minute passed and her legs started to writhe around involuntarily. Although she groped her tit-flesh, she clearly tried her hardest not to plunge a hand under her panties. After another minute, her dress rode up and her legs spread wide as if she was ready any second to have Alan impale her with his penis.

Xania herself was getting very aroused at the sight, but she said calmly, "All right, Susan, so tell me what you're thinking right now. Calmly." Xania figured that Susan wouldn't be able to see if she took advantage of herself behind her desk. Since she held a pen in her hands as if she was taking notes, she dropped that hand down to her crotch. Her tight skirt naturally bunched up and she began to lightly trace the outline of her clit with the pen.

"Yes, doctor," Susan gasped. "I'm on a beach. The beach we were at over the weekend. Alan is lying on top of me. He's fucking me! He's fucking me like a madman! So good! It's going in and out and he's ramming me up and down, up and down, driving me into the sand! The ocean waves are crashing over my body! He's fucking his mommy out in the open, but I don't care! I just want it in me, more! More! Harder! Fuck me, son! Nail me! Fuck your mommy good! Fuck..."

"Excuse me," Xania interrupted. Susan had started relatively calmly but within seconds she was panting and heaving and nearly shouting. "Try to calm down, please. Freeze the image there and calm your breathing." Xania was better able to control herself to outside appearances, but her own hand was attacking her own clit more fervently with the pen even as she said this.

Susan slowly brought her breathing under control, relatively speaking, but she continued to grope her heaving chest.

Xania could see a very big wet patch on Susan's panties. She unthinkingly licked her lips as she wondered how Susan's drenched pussy might taste. "That's better," Xania soothed. "Now, tell me about your feelings. What feelings are going through your head?"

"Heat. Extreme heat. I'm burning up. Horniness. Complete and absolute, utter arousal. It's like he's really fucking me! It's good! So good!" Her hips started to involuntarily buck and thrust up into the air as she described her feelings.

"Now hold on," Xania urged. "Stay calm. What about negative emotions? Are you feeling any of those?" Xania spread her legs wider to better attack her clit with the pen. Susan might have wondered why Xania's knees were so high above the desk, had Susan looked up, but she didn't. Xania's pantyhose still stood between her and direct contact with her privates.

Susan pondered her answer, trying to think coherently. "Uhhh, let's see. Frustration. Some part of me realizes this isn't real and that my son hasn't actually fucked me yet. That's really frustrating."

Xania waited. Finally she said, "Is that it? No guilt? Fear? Worry?" One of Xania's knees banged loudly against the desk as her body writhed involuntarily. She brought a second hand around and slipped it under the panties and pantyhose. Two fingers of that hand found their way into her vagina while the other hand still worked on her clit with the pen. She hoped Susan was too far gone to notice.

"No. That comes before and after. But during, like when I masturbate, I just let myself go! It feels so good! But I'm a good girl. I am not going to put my hand down there. NO! Bad! Bad girl! Mommy has to be a good girl for her Tiger. This sex cow has to save her needy pussy for his big prick!" Susan's chest was heaving again, and her legs kicked wildly up in the air.

"Okay, calm down! Calm down." Then there was a silence, because Xania was starting to cum. She waited until she got her own immense relief and tidied up a bit. With her hands once again safely above the desk, she said, "Open your eyes and just relax. The exercise is over."

Susan looked crestfallen. She definitely enjoyed the exercise, even though she hadn't been able to cum.

Xania felt bad for cumming when she hadn't let Susan reach her own orgasm, and hoped she could make it up to Susan later. She thought, Fuuuuuuuck. This woman really needs to be fucked. I have never seen anyone in such dire need of some serious fucking. If it weren't for the hands-off promise I made to Suzanne and the lack of a strap-on, I would get up right now and do her myself. There's just so much tasty flesh to explore on her. Talk about curves. Damn. I think even if I were a real psychiatrist, my prescription would be some hard core son-fucking. "Fuck your son three times a day, before meals, and call me in the morning." Ha! She's got MY panties totally soaked! Unfortunately, I still have to pretend to be a professional, or I'm gonna fuck it up for everyone in the family. Fuck.

Xania was curious about one thing. "Now, did I hear you call yourself a sex cow?"

"Yes, I did," Susan answered bashfully, guilty and nervous again. "I do that all the time. Is that sick? Twisted? The thing is, I want Alan to milk me. My udders. Uh, I mean, my tits. And I'll squeeze his udders dry. And then he'll poke me with his cattle prod." She started to get worked up again, but caught herself and said with concern, "So, you see what's wrong with me? Tell me I'm sick! I have these constant fantasies about lactating for him."

Xania pretended to take copious notes of the "visualization exercise" while Susan watched nervously. Xania merely said, "Very good. Instructive." Suzanne hadn't warned Xania about Susan's cow fantasy because Susan had hid it from her so far. So Xania didn't know what she should say and just winged it. After a pause, she said, "Susan, you have nothing to worry about. Such cow fantasies are actually quite common, though rarely discussed. To have fantasies is very healthy and a sign of strong mental health. I strongly encourage you to pursue your lactation dreams. ... Now that I think about it, this might also be somehow connected to the fact that you were unable to bear children on your own. I think that not only should you further explore these fantasies, but you should get Alan and others to help stimulate your breasts. With any luck, you might be able to lactate and thus satisfy an unfulfilled maternal urge." Xania was completely making this up, but figured that advice that led to further tit fondling could only be good for everyone involved.

"Oh, really?!" Susan nearly leaped up with joy. "Thank you so much, doctor! That's one thing that's been worrying me, that I've been having these strange fantasies."

Xania muttered, "Fantasies are healthy." Then she wrote some more, finally looked up, and said, "Okay, that's it. Are you feeling like a break?"

Susan nodded. "I'm a bit blown away. Like I've been through the wringer. That visualization was intense. I don't normally allow myself to indulge those thoughts about him. At least, not so blatantly. I try to just fantasize about things like sucking his cock, or taking it in the ass. Someday soon, he's going to fuck me up the ass. I can almost feel it. The fullness of having a pine tree shoved up my butt. Mommy's butt is so ready for Tiger's big pine tree to come knocking on her back door..."

Xania cut Susan off before she could drift completely into her anal fantasy. "It's good to just let it all out. That's part of therapy. Try to have these kinds of fantasies as much as possible, to bring out your repressed feelings. Get in touch with your inner sex cow, okay?" Xania thought she might have gone over the top with that last comment, but Susan seemed to take it seriously and in good faith.

Susan nodded obediently. But she thought to herself, Xania, you don't know what you're saying there. If I do that, I'm either gonna run out of cum or I'm gonna get some kind of carpal tunnel syndrome from too much pussy fingering. But maybe I have to work it out of my system. Maybe that's the solution. I need to fantasize about having Alan fuck me. Frequently.

Xania continued, "Good. Now. We're going to do a round-robin of sorts. I'm going to talk to your children for a while and then you and l will get back to some of these issues later. By the end of the day we should make a plan on what to do and where to go from here. But that will depend greatly on what Alan and Katherine have to say later in their sessions. Okay?"

Susan left after she reluctantly put her clothes back on and shared a deep good-bye kiss with Xania. Susan was still as aroused as ever, but had no choice but to wait in the waiting room. Left alone, the guilt kicked in. She shamefully ruminated about saying things like wanting a pine tree shoved up her ass to a near complete stranger. Funnily enough, she hardly gave any thought to kissing Xania or taking off her top. Those actions seemed perfectly normal, now - it was not doing those things that seemed strange to her.

Then Katherine came in. Katherine freely admitted to her sexual desire for Alan, and, in fact, admitted to already having sex with him. Xania gave her much the same talk about incest that she gave to Susan, but she didn't really have to change Katherine's mind since Katherine was already fully convinced that sex with her brother was okay. Xania took the opportunity to further plant some of Suzanne's suggestions. She pointed out that Susan's body needed "serious special attention" and that Katherine would be a good daughter in helping Alan out in this regard. This made Katherine resolve to be even more aggressive with her mother in the future. More crucially, Xania suggested that Katherine follow Suzanne's guidance and leadership in such things. The daughter readily agreed.

The session went quickly and easily. Then they all broke for lunch.

Xania was pleased with her performance so far. The two females clearly bought her role as psychiatrist lock, stock, and barrel. But she was excited by the fact that Alan would show up from school soon for his session. She thought, I have plans for Alan. Big plans. Suzanne forbade me from going too far with Susan, but I'm free to do what I want with Alan. I can't wait to see what happens when he arrives. I'm dying to see if he'll try to seduce me, and how good he'll be. And how good he'll taste. Mmmm! Unlike the likes of Susan, I sure as hell ain't gonna hold back from fucking the young stud!

CHAPTER 10

Meanwhile, back at school, Alan took two midterm tests. He was lucky that he'd managed to study some hours the night before. He figured that he was lucky in that he probably got C's instead of F's. Last night was the first time he'd seriously studied in a week, and he didn't concentrate very well in class, either.

He had another test in his fourth period history class taught by Glory. He was so distraught about how the other two tests went that he made it a point to not even glance in Glory's direction, so he wouldn't be cursed with his usual hard-on in that class. He was reasonably successful at avoiding thoughts about her and sex with her and did a good job on the test, since it was his favorite subject and he knew the material pretty well even without studying (thanks to the inspiration Glory gave him the past couple of years).

When the class was over, he stayed after, as usual. He wasn't supposed to leave for the psychiatrist's office in L.A. until after he had something to eat. He'd decided to use the lunch period to be with Glory and then the cheerleaders, and then grab some fast food to eat in the car.

Glory sat behind her desk and Alan remained at his desk while the two of them patiently waited until all the other students filed out. Then Glory found his paper in the stack of tests, took it out, winked at him, and wrote "A+" in big letters on the top of it.

"Hey, you can't do that!" Alan genuinely protested as he got up to stop her. "You haven't graded it yet!"

"I know," Glory replied professionally even as she gave him a subtle smile, "but that's what you get for fooling around with your teacher. I'm counting fucking your teacher senseless as extra credit on this test, and it's worth a LOT of extra credit!"

"But seriously, you can't do that," he still complained. "You know I'm not messing around with you to get a good grade. That would really disturb me if you graded me unfairly."

Glory looked at him with a deadpan face and said, "Glarg van wogga bluga snorf dats."

Alan blinked in confusion. "Hunh?"

"I said that you fucked me senseless." She laughed at that, and so did he. "I don't know HOW I could manage teaching class today, thinking about all the ways you're going to fuck me, much less how I got through fifth period yesterday, knowing you were hiding in the closet the whole time. It occurred to me it was dusty in there, and I was scared shitless that you would sneeze." Glory stood up and started to take off her clothes.

Alan put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from taking anything off. "Wait a sec. I'm still concerned about this A plus. We have to be on the level. What about my A.P. test? That's a standardized test, administered by someone else. If I really don't know my history, do you think I can just go in there and say, 'Do you count teacher-fucking as extra credit on this A.P. History test?' I don't think that's gonna work!"

"Don't be so sure," said his teacher. "Those tests are often run by teachers. If it's being run by an attractive female one, you just might want to try that out!" Glory said that only half jokingly. She only had glimmers of his sexual escapades away from her, but she could tell by the way he had become a better lover on almost a daily basis that he was getting tons of practice. When she consulted her own heart, she didn't doubt his ability now to seduce women and get them to do even outrageous things for him.

"I'm being serious!" Alan complained.

"I know," Glory said, more contritely. "And that's one thing that endears you to me, that you have a good conscience. But I practically don't have to grade your test, in any case. You're an excellent student, and history is your best subject. If you studied at all, I'm sure you got an A. Did you study?" She studied his face closely to see if he told the truth.

"Yeah. I actually studied a lot yesterday. Too much for this class, because I like the material, and not enough for the sucky subjects."

"See?" Glory waved her hands wide, like it was no longer an issue. "There you go. Easy A. I'm glad to hear it too, 'cos you have been slacking off in my class more than a little bit lately. I almost need to spank you again for that. In fact, I think you need a spanking, regardless." She winked. "As for that A.P. test, I'm sure you'll ace that too. But if you don't think you will, I'd be more than happy to give you private tutoring. Seriously. I have an idea for a reward system that I think would be most effective." She began to run her hands over his arms and chest. "We could study a little, play around a little, study some more, fuck, study, fuck some more, then fuck some more after that..."

"Oh yeah, right," he said, both delighted and derisive. "I like the idea, but do you expect to be able to do that at my house, with my mom and sister nearly always there? And even with your boyfriend moving out now, what would your neighbors think of you often coming home with a teenager and probable student?"

"That is a problem," she conceded. "If all else fails, we could get a hotel room. I could even tutor you on some of your other subjects. Including Sex Ed, of course," she added seductively.

"You're crazy," Alan said a he shook his head in disbelief at how single-mindedly focused on sex she had become. But he kissed her anyway.

The conversation came to an abrupt end and Glory's serious proposal was left unresolved, because after the kiss ended, Glory enthused, "Let's fuck!" She opened her blouse and yanked her bra up over her tits.

But Alan once again disappointed her. "I wish I could, but I've only got a few minutes. I really shouldn't even climax right now."

Glory stopped her advance and put her hands on her hips in frustration. "Young man, just what is going on here? You can't just give me the fuck of my life one day and then say, 'Oh, by the way, I can only stay five minutes' the next. Do you have any idea what you've done to me? I was so excited last night that I could hardly sleep, thinking of what we'd do today. I damn near dehydrated myself from the masturbation!" She added in a dejected tone, "I'll bet you didn't even think about me."

Alan scanned his mind. In fact, he did think about their fuck many times the rest of that day, and that night. But it also competed with other thoughts about other women. And he'd given very little thought to this lunch, as he knew he'd already promised to spend the bulk of it with the cheerleaders. So he felt that he could honestly say, "Glory, that's not true. I've been thinking about you a lot ever since we did the deed. I loved it. But that caused me to miss an appointment yesterday at lunch, and now I have to make it up."

"An 'appointment'?" she repeated as she narrowed her eyes in a sign of jealousy. "Do you mean, a chance to fuck that cheerleader? Come ON! Aren't I a better fuck?"

"Of course you are, but I made a promise and I can't let them down." As soon as he said the word "them" he knew he'd made a big mistake and inwardly groaned at his own stupidity. She had a knack for getting him to accidentally confess things.

"THEM!" Glory cried hotly. "THEM? Just how many girls are we talking about here? What, are you fucking the whole cheerleading squad or something?!?"

Alan blushed. He replied meekly, "No, not exactly..."

Glory stood up and clenched her hands into fists. "NOT EXACTLY? Young man! Come clean with me! Just who all is my competition around here?"

Alan realized that he was getting into deep trouble. Once she had a lead, Glory had a way of ferreting out much more than Alan wanted to tell. So he aimed for a distraction and unzipped his blue jeans. His heavy, thick penis flopped out like a flesh-colored garden hose and poked toward his teacher. Her eyes locked onto the new target, but she still expected an answer.

He hemmed and hawed. "Ummm... Uh, well, you see, it's like this. I am involved with a couple of cheerleaders, but they don't mean anything to me. Not like you. But I feel obliged. It's like when you start something you have to keep up with it."

"A couple? As in two, or two-ish, possibly three or four?"

"Um, the latter," he replied, almost inaudibly. His ears burned with embarrassment.

"I figured." Luckily, she was heavily distracted by the sight of his penis, and in fact one of her hands slowly inched forward towards it, as if there was an internal battle going on inside Glory to jack him off or stay mad. The staying mad side was losing. She added, "I already knew about Kim. And then there's your new girlfriend Amy. She's a cheerleader too. For all I know, you could be fucking the whole cheerleading team except for your sister!"

Alan coughed. He had a very guilty look on his face. He was deathly worried that the longer this conversation went on, the more likely Glory would squeeze out of him the fact that his sister was on the list of those he'd fucked.

"You ARE!" Glory realized with frustration. "Fuck!" Her hand flew the rest of the distance to his penis, and she started to stoke it madly. "I don't know why, but I'm not only mad, I'm horny as hell. Fucking the whole cheerleading squad. Fuck! Shit! I thought that kind of shit only happened in the movies. Really corny, hard to believe porn flicks, if anything. But you're actually doing it." Her fingers flew up and down his rigid penis in a near blur. "If I were smart, I'd tell you to get out of my sight, but your confession just makes me want you even more."

Her hands paused, and in fact her whole body froze for a second, while she decided something. "Fuck you, Alan Plummer," she said with resignation as she dropped to her knees and swallowed his penis.

Alan stood with his legs slightly spread and relaxed while she did her thing. All of her frustrations at his multiple partners were channeled into her blowjob as frantic energy, and she sucked his penis like there was no tomorrow. She twirled and licked and blew and scraped with her teeth - it felt as if she had three tongues inside her mouth. Since he wore heavy blue jeans she couldn't attack his ass, but she more than made up for it with a two-handed assault on his balls. It was all he could do not to just shoot his wad in the first minute.

In fact, it wasn't long before he had to push her head away with his hands, because she had no intention of stopping. They struggled a bit, with him barely able to keep her at bay, and her trying to get her lips back around his prick. She cursed, "Fuck you again, young man! I'm going to fucking get that load, if it's the last thing I do! Those fucking cheerleader sluts don't deserve your mighty tool. It's mine, dammit! Mine!"

They struggled for a while. Suddenly Alan thought of a way to keep his load so he wouldn't disappoint Janice and Heather. He pushed her back much harder, so she actually fell backwards and had to drop her hands to the ground as her ass was knocked from her crouching position a few inches to the floor. He said in a strong voice, "Glory, I love you very much. But I'll decide who gets my cum and when. You need to be punished for your attitude. Present me your ass. NOW!"

Surprised by the sudden reemergence of the aggressive Alan, she did as she was told, and turned over on all fours. "Alan? What's gotten into you?" she asked, meekly.

He yanked her panties down to expose her butt. To his surprise, the fabric tore in his hands, and he ended up with a chunk of her panties in his palm. The rest of her ripped underwear fell to the floor. That accidental tearing seemed to surprise and impress Glory even more. He noted that her pussy was dripping in near Brenda-like quantities. "Hey. You're making me like this, with your 'It's mine, dammit' comments. So I fuck some cheerleaders. Do you have a problem with that?" He raised his hand up to strike her butt.

As she looked over her shoulder in fear, she replied, "N-n-n-no. G-g-g-go ahead. Fuck 'em all."

He slammed his hand down, hard. Then he said, "Good. I think I will. Glory, I still love you dearly, but variety is the spice of life. You have to understand that. I can't be yours alone. Let's just enjoy each other while we can. Okay?"

"O-o-o-o-okay." He spanked again. But as soon as the spanking was done, he thrust his fingers into her vagina. She was so wet that they slid in deep, like sliding down a water slide. She didn't cry out at the spanking or the invasion.

Then he spanked her a few more times, but never stopped rapidly frigging her pussy. She panted heavily and obviously loved it. After only about six or seven spankings, he stopped and devoted all his energies to pleasuring her ass and her pussy with his hands. After all, the spanks were ultimately sex spanks, not true anger spanks, and both of them knew it. She came with an all-over body tremble. He could tell she was shaken to her very core.

When that was over, she turned around, and to his surprise, she was crying. What puzzled him more was that he could tell that they were simultaneously tears of sadness and tears of joy. She said to him, "Alan, when I first started getting involved with you, I knew it was a risky and unknown path. But I never, EVER thought something like this could happen! I LOVE YOU! I really do. I've never loved any boyfriend so much. And you're just a kid. But you're more of a man than any of them. If one of my boyfriends so much as heavily flirted with another woman, that was it. He was toast. And yet you're telling me you're fucking all these cheerleaders, and I'm LOVING IT! I'm hating it, and I'm loving it at the same time. This is so fucked up!"

Suddenly, she pulled him down. Taken by surprise, he collapsed right on top of her. She kissed him passionately, and he recovered enough of his wits to kiss back. When it was done, she looked him in the eye, and said, "Alan, I'm having a hard time adjusting to your other women. Will you do me a favor? Please don't get mad when I call you 'my love.' And don't tell me about those others any more. I won't ask where you're going or try to stop you. Just let me pretend that I'm your only one. I already hate all the other cheerleaders, your sister excepted of course. And I hate Amy most of all, because she's the closest to you. If I know about the others, and I'm sure there are others, I'd just hate them too. As a teacher, I have to try to remain impartial. This jealousy isn't good."

Alan was all tenderness now. "Okay, Glory. You know that I deeply love you too. In a lot of ways, you'll always be my first love. If I could call you something like 'lover' too sometimes, I'd be honored."

"Oh, Alan!" She hugged him tight and kissed him again. "Of course you can. My love. My love!" They kissed some more.

But then Alan suddenly got up. He looked at the classroom clock. "Would you look at that? You're sneaky. You made me more than five minutes late."

She came back, "You're the sneaky one. I noticed that you saved your climax for those cheerleader bitches. Fucking sluts!"

"Hey," Alan admonished. "Remember? We won't talk about them. Certainly not like that, or more spankings for you."

She giggled. "And that's supposed to be a deterrent? You might want to rethink your punishments, young man. That's like punishing me by letting me win the lottery."

Alan zipped up his pants and made to leave. "All right, Glory. We'll see about that later. Don't make me any later than I already am."

She winked. "Okay. I'll be good. I promise. I think between that fuck yesterday and what you did today, you've trained me pretty good. My love." She winked again just as he opened the door to leave.

Now in the hallway, Alan just stood there for a minute, to ponder what happened. God. I didn't plan ANY of that. That was intense. "You've trained me pretty good." What the fuck? I hate to be blunt about it, but I think I've just gained total control over Glory. It's like she's another slave to be added to my harem. "You've trained me pretty good." Whoa.

His mind staggered over that comment of hers for some time. Finally, he looked around and realized, As if that wasn't enough, now I've got to go find Heather and Janice, and please them. Then I've got to run to L.A. and have some kind of intense psychiatric session. Then God knows what when I get home with Susan and who knows whom else. At least hopefully I'll be able to get a nap. This is just too fucking intense! The Boy Scout trip is starting in less than eight hours. I just have to make it till then without suffering a total nervous breakdown. Too intense!

CHAPTER 11

Alan rushed into the theater room where Janice and Heather were waiting. He was relieved to see that no one else was there this time. He said to Janice, who held the door open for him, "Quick, Janice, I'm running late. We don't have much time to fuck."

Janice pumped a fist into the air as she closed and locked the door. "Sweet!" As she followed Alan to the stage, she left a trail of clothing in her wake.

But Heather protested, as Alan knew she would. "Hey! Wait a second! You promised me a consolation prize. I didn't come here for nothing. Where's my prize?"

"Sorry, Heather, but I don't have time. Next time. I'll make it up to you. I promise." He was more yanking her chain that anything; seeing what her reaction would be.

Her eyes narrowed angrily. "Next time?!? It's always next time with you. NO! You said I'd get my prize TODAY and I want it TODAY! Is that clear?"

Alan stopped undressing long enough to fix her with a withering gaze. "Heather, who's in charge here? You or me? Who makes that decision? You or me? You want to get on my bad side?"

Alan was taking a risky path, as no one wanted to get on Heather's bad side. No one ever challenged her like this. But he felt that the aggressive approach was working well lately, and flush with the success of his interaction with Glory, he was in a mood to throw caution to the wind. He knew that he'd end up doing something physical with Heather, if only because it was so much fun, but he wanted to set the terms.

It appeared to work. Heather, for once, was silent, though she looked like she was on the edge of saying a few choice words. His penis hung out of his now-unzipped shorts and he caught both girls staring hungrily at it.

But before she could gather up her hateful energy and throw it at him, he parried with a preemptive proposal. "I'll fuck you if you beg for it."

Heather's eyes shot daggers at him while she mulled over his offer. Alan meanwhile thought, Talk about a win-win. If she agrees, I get to fuck a humbled Heather. If she says no, I can blame it on her snotty attitude, which will blunt her counterattacks. And then I'll be able to enjoy Janice without rushing.

"All right," Heather finally conceded with a roll of her eyes. "I'll beg you. Please fuck me, Alan. I'm begging you."

Alan raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, but pushed his advantage. "Hrm. Very uninspired. Obviously not sincere. But I'll fix your attitude soon enough. Bend over, because your cunt is too dirty for me to defile my penis in it. I'm going to fill you up in your other hole." He said this as he took off the rest of his clothes.

"You mean you're going to fuck me up the ass?" Heather asked. She bent over and wiggled her ass at him suggestively. She was shocked, but pleasantly surprised. All her boyfriends, without exception, had thought the idea of anal sex too disgusting and "gay."

"That's exactly what I mean, so your tanned ass had better watch out." He turned to Janice who was waiting, naked and annoyed. "This'll just be a minute," he said with an endearing wink.

He still had an erection from his recent encounter with Glory. He pulled his penis out from his boxers and wagged it at Heather lewdly. "Pull your cheeks apart nice and wide, you little cum-guzzling slut!" he ordered.

He thought to himself, There's something especially satisfying about fucking Heather's bum. Not only is she generally acknowledged as the most beautiful woman in school, although I personally think Amy and Katherine are more beautiful, but fucking her in her asshole gives me the feeling of taking this far too bitchy and arrogant woman down a notch. It's like she needs and craves a good fucking to keep herself in line. Not only that, but these interactions with her are doing wonders to build up my confidence and aggressiveness.

He really had a hard time getting his big penis in her tiny anus, and that somehow greatly pleased him. His penis head encountered resistance, and he appeared to completely stop and give up.

She squirmed and wiggled and goaded him on, saying, "Please, for the love of God, don't stop!" He still just rested his penis there, so she continued, "Alan, I'm begging you! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good! I'm your dirty slutty anal whore and I NEED your cock! Please! Pleeeasse! I'm begging you!" As she said this, she reached around and tried to grab his penis and force it in deeper into her well-toned ass. But Alan's firm hands on her ass cheeks kept him from inching deeper or her from pushing back onto him. Her attempts to grab his penis and pull it in only served as a pleasant though brief and inadvertent handjob.

"Hmm, I don't know," he replied uncertainly after a long pause. Then, to her great relief, he finally pushed his penis in another inch and shoved all of the wide penis head in. It should have been easier from there on in, but he deliberately paused again, just to see her suffer and beg. What the heck is wrong with me? Is this just an issue I have with the bitchy Heather, or am I slowly becoming truly nasty? I really should control myself. I shouldn't call her hurtful names. It's not right. But it's so much fun to have this perfect, ideal tanned cheerleader whimpering and begging me to fuck her butt. Even as he said this he pulled out a bit, and felt an almost evil glee as he heard her moan and literally scream in frustration.

"Alan, no! That's the wrong way! I'm your anal slut! I'm your slave! I'm your anything! Just put it in! No one has EVER fucked my ass and I just HAVE to have it! Please!" She appeared to be on the verge of tears as her ass cheeks quaked and unsuccessfully tried to squeeze his shaft further in.

He snickered as he watched Heather's perfectly tanned ass ripple with the need for his penis, "Well, since you asked so nicely. Please IS the magic word." Alan already had the head inside, so the rest was easy. With one fluid motion he drove his penis down her asshole and filled it all the way up with the fullness of his thick rod. He noted that her asshole was much tighter than Suzanne's. He actually found it too tight and preferred Suzanne's - as with everything about her, his favorite neighbor had a perfectly sized anus in a body perfectly designed for sex.

He quickly reduced Heather to a quivering mass of subservient Jell-O, and got a great kick out of yelling rude things to her as he pounded her butt from behind.

"Who's a rude, cunt loving bitch?" he growled as he slapped her left butt cheek gleefully.

"I am!" Heather gasped as he rammed her on a deep stroke.

"Who's nothing more that a pussy life support system, good for nothing but being fucked?"

"I am!" A thin line of sex-induced drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

"Are you my cum dumpster?"

Heather didn't even hesitate to answer. "Yes!"

Alan straightened his back, withdrew his penis out of her completely, and then shoved it back in with all of his might. The pain was excruciating as the wide head forced its way in past her still very tight sphincter muscles. She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. "Who's your daddy, you common whore?"

"You are!" she mewled helplessly as she rocked under his onslaught.

"Who's an arrogant bitch who needs to be put in her place?"

"I am!"

"What's your only purpose in life?"

Heather shouted out her answer so loud that it sounded almost as if she'd been split in two. "To fuck! And get fucked!"

"Good! Who should be able to fuck you?"

"Anybody! Everybody! Man or woman, I don't care! I'm an utter whore! Fuck me!"

And so it went. Not only did Heather not mind the names, she actually felt high from the whole experience, like she'd just done a lot of wonderful drugs. She already knew that she had to have her ass filled regularly from now on, and that only Alan was man enough for the job.

Alan mercilessly fucked Heather while she crouched on all fours. But halfway through, he picked her up forcefully and put her down on the ground right in front of Janice. He forced her tits down onto the cold brick floor and with every thrust, pushed her whole body into the ground. But Heather seemed to actually prefer the rough treatment.

He briefly looked at Janice as he repositioned. Janice looked both terribly aroused and terribly afraid. She seemed to think that she would be getting the "Heather treatment" next.

Alan was finally ready to cum, but he knew that if he did that, he'd have nothing left for Janice. He waited until Heather had a particularly intense orgasm. Then he suddenly pulled out, and took his hands off of Heather altogether. He looked down and saw her well-fucked asshole gaping back at him, still molded to the shape of his penis. A thin film of sweat, his own pre-cum, and her pussy juice covered her crotch and sparkled in the florescent lights overhead. Her ass cheeks had big red marks from where he'd slammed or clawed at her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" said an annoyed Heather. She shoved her ass backwards as if her anus could find his penis and gobble it back inside.

"Patience, Heather, patience. Who here has the penis?"

"You do," she answered glumly.

"Who's in charge here, slut?" At first she didn't answer, but he poked and rubbed his penis against her ass. The penis slithered in the space between her pussy and anus, but failed to enter either.

"You are." Saying that really rankled her, but she wanted the temptingly close penis back inside her, especially if it returned to her sore ass.

"Damn straight," he said as he stood up on shaky legs and took his penis far from her crotch. He desperately needed to cum, but he wasn't going to do it in Heather. Not only did he still have Janice waiting, but he thought about how the aloof, arrogant Heather had cock-teased countless boys at the high school and felt happy to be giving her a taste of her own medicine.

"No! Wait!" cried Heather. "You're gonna leave me unsatisfied."

He was cocky. "Hmm. You seem to be right about that. But I only promised you a consolation prize. Janice gets the main reward." He had no choice but to leave her like that. There was no way he could do them both right then.

Heather actually whimpered, but then she steeled her emotions and a fiercely determined look crossed her face.

To Alan, that looked like trouble, so he decided to fake Heather out. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and put it on his still-erect penis. Janice had patiently waited her turn. Now she stepped forward, ready for action, trembling nervously. Alan comforted her. "Don't worry, Janice. I only fuck like that with Heather. It's kind of a special attitude adjustment program I have for her. I'll be as nice with you as you want me to be."

Janice muttered, "Thank God." She was beside herself with delight and relief. She was even happier to realize that now Heather would have to watch her enemy get what she'd been denied.

Heather had been pushed down into the ground, but now she sat up on all fours. Alan motioned for Janice to sit on all fours next to Heather, and Janice quickly complied. Alan admired the two of them side by side. He thought, I can see why slutty girls are called bitches. These two look just like two dogs, ready to be taken doggy style. My politically correct nature is taking such a beating. Especially around Heather. I just want to treat her like a bitch; like an animal. But that's not right. Even Heather has a heart, and has feelings. If I can train her and bring her to heel... Damn! A dog metaphor again. But my point is, if I can fuck the evil out of her and correct her arrogant ways, there might be a nice person inside, waiting to come out. I'm gonna fuck Janice nicely, and show Heather that she can be fucked nice and gentle, if she deserves it. Little did Alan realize that the last way Heather wanted to be fucked was nice and gentle.

Alan stood behind both Heather and Janice. He said, "Janice, I'll get to fucking you in a minute. Don't worry, that's a promise I fully intend to keep. But I could fuck Heather's cunt a bit first, even though her slutty cunt is as dirty as a Bangkok hag prostitute. I'm willing to fuck it if she's good. Can you be good, Heather?"

"Yes, Alan. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."

He said to the head cheerleader, "Let's see, where were we when I was explaining who was in charge? Oh yes. I was telling you what a big slut you are, Heather. Let me get your opinion: who's the bigger slut, you or Janice?"

Heather wasn't too happy with that. She enjoyed being degraded by Alan, but she also fiercely maintained her position above the other cheerleaders, and, of course, Janice was an especially sore subject. "We're both sluts," she answered unenthusiastically.

"That's the wrong answer, Heather. I'm gonna take my penis and put it in the biggest slut here, so if that's not you, tell me now."

"No, don't move." She was torn between her desires and her stubborn pride. He knew how to give her a really great fuck. It was mellow and very slow paced, with long, slow strokes deep inside. But she loved it, especially as it built and built in intensity from there. No other man she'd been with knew how to fuck in this style. Her desires won out.

"Why is that? Are you saying that you're the biggest slut?"

"Yes." I'm gonna get you for this, Alan Plummer, she thought angrily. She further fantasized, I can't wait until the tables are turned and I'm slapping his butt and getting him to cry for mercy. Hell, I could fuck HIS ass with a strap-on! Wouldn't that be the best?

But back in the real world, Alan prodded, "Let me hear you say it then."

Heather found herself saying, "I'm the biggest slut."

Alan pressed on, "Compared to all the other cheerleaders, whose hole belongs to the entire school and who deserves to be Janice's personal slave?"

Heather's hatred for Janice welled up. It didn't help that Janice snickered with glee at that very moment. Heather looked at Alan in complete disdain and said, "You can't be serious, can you?"

"Oh, I am. Are you willing to be Janice's personal sex slave?"

Heather thought for a minute, but decided, "No. I'd do a lot of crazy shit for you, Alan, but nothing for her."

He tsk-tsked. That was the answer he had hoped for, because it left him free to fuck Janice. "Too bad. I wasn't actually going to force you to do anything with Janice; I just wanted to hear you say it. Oh well. I promise I'll fuck you some time early next week, once I'm back from my hiking trip."

"FUUUUCK!" Heather pounded her fist into the ground. "I changed my mind. I'll be her slave. Just fuck me now!"

Janice wasn't normally vindictive and was actually a very sweet person, but she couldn't help but chuckle at Heather's distress. Truth be told, she'd hated Heather long before their recent public falling out.

"Too late. You can't agree only after you found out it was meaningless. Are you going to stay and watch or are you going to go?" He positioned himself behind Janice so he could indeed fuck her doggy style.

Heather decided to leave. She didn't want to see what she'd be missing. Despite her protestations, she actually reveled in the turning of the tables from her usual dominant role and found herself far more turned on by Alan pushing her around than all the times with other guys when she'd mercilessly pushed them around. Getting her angry only turned her on even more. It wasn't that she was submissive. Far from it. The thing was, no one else at the school presented her any challenge whatsoever, and she wasn't bold enough yet to go with older men. So the more Alan kept her down, the greater the challenge she faced. She loved the excitement and knew that she would have a hell of a good time trying to get back at him.

Heather gathered up her clothes and started to dress, but eventually she couldn't help herself. She stood and watched Janice bounce up and down on Alan's shaft for a minute or two. She finally reached the door and slammed it behind her.

As she left the room, she was pissed, but she also found herself attracted to Alan even more than before. What a job he did to my ass! I feel like I'm gonna be walking funny for weeks. Alan is seriously the only real man in this school. The whole thing was humiliating, but so intense. I honestly loved it! Only Alan knows how to do this to me. He played me like a fiddle. That's a man after my own heart. I wonder if I could actually be falling in love. I'm going to get my revenge and prove that I'm at least his equal. Then he'll see that all the other girls are just pathetic wallflowers. Amy? Hah! Nice butt, yes, but what's the challenge in her?

She pounded a fist into an open palm with determination. I'm going to make Alan see that I'm the only one in the school worthy of being his girlfriend. Anyone who stands between Alan and me is going to feel my wrath. Amy is too sweet and innocent to take on directly. There's no sport in it; it would be like taking candy from a baby. But I'll elbow her and the likes of Janice aside soon enough. And then Alan will be mine. All mine!

As Alan heard Heather close the door, he was reminded to look up at the clock. Oh no. I've got to make this a fast fuck, because I'm going to be late to the psychiatrist's appointment if I don't hustle. I wonder what's going to happen there? This could be really pivotal.

But he wasn't in such a hurry that he would overly rush a nice cheerleader fuck. He resumed thrusting into a happily moaning Janice. Their fuck was gentle and good. Alan found it a relief after what he did to Heather to make strong yet tender love, with sweet words of inspiration instead of name calling. As he fucked, he again pondered the issue of aggressiveness. It seemed to him that with some females, such as Heather, he went too far, and with others, such as his mother, he didn't go far enough. He wondered how he was changing overall, and if he could strike the right balance with everyone.

CHAPTER 12

Meanwhile, back on the Orange County street where the Plummers and Pestridges lived, Suzanne sat alone in her car. She was about to drive off to do some shopping when she found herself overcome with worry. She was somewhat nervous about how things were going between Xania and Susan, but not too nervous. If there had been a major problem, Xania would have called her already. The issue that caused her to worry was imagining what Xania and Alan might do together. Alan's sexually involved with a LOT of people these days. Far too many for him to think of me enough. Xania is a damned good lover. By the time she's done with him, I'll probably be in the back of his mind: "Suzanne? Sure. I remember my Aunt Suzy. She's nice to have around for a good laugh and a blowjob. She's starting to understand her place in things. She does just what I say." No! That's not how he's going to see me. He has to realize that I love him more than anyone else and that I'm not just another good fuck.

It was a mistake to allow Xania to fuck him as part of her reward for doing this. We had a bit of a rivalry back in our college days, always stealing boyfriends from each other. If she tries to steal Alan away from me, there's going to be hell to pay. I've risked everything to be with him. I could go to prison with my schemes, but I'd do it all over again and then some if we could become the lovers we are in my dreams. I have to reassert my control over this whole situation. It keeps slipping. I've gone far too long without fucking him. Maybe that's my problem. I can't wait any longer. Once I fuck him, he'll realize that the others are fun diversions, but I'm the real deal. Not only that, but all schemes aside, I need some satisfaction, dammit! That deep satisfaction only a profound fucking can provide. But this stupid weekend hiking trip of his is ruining everything. There's no way I can wait till Monday.

She pondered for quite a few minutes and then came to a conclusion. Or, maybe ... should I say, this stupid hiking trip of his WAS ruining everything. I think I just figured out a way to get that trip canceled. And with Alan home all weekend, without anything on his schedule, there will be time for the kind of first fuck extravaganza that I've been waiting for. Yes! God, I've been waiting for this SOOOO LONG!

As she began to plot out her plans, it suddenly occurred to Suzanne, Wait a second. The whole point of Susan's visit with Xania is to finally break down the last remaining barriers between mother and son. But what if the visit is TOO successful in that regard? What if they're ready to immediately fuck like bunnies? I will be so completely forgotten! I have to get him to fuck me first, and only after I've secured my place, only then should they fuck.

Suzanne sighed. What a web I've weaved. I've promised not to do any harm to anyone with my schemes, but if Susan is well and truly ready to fuck her son and I try to delay that, then I'm hurting her. And she's my best friend and places her complete trust in me - I can't betray her innocent trust. I just have to hope to God that she leaves Xania with some lingering reservations. Yes. I'm probably worrying too much. At the very least, Susan is going to ask me my advice when she comes home, and if I suggest her to wait a few more days to get her head together, is that really so bad? Isn't that the kind of prudent advice I'd give her in any case?

She avoided answering that last question, because she knew the answer would be no. She bit her lip in worry. Well, I know one thing. I hope Alan is rested enough and mentally ready for a rollercoaster, because I'm going to fuck him like he's never been fucked! I'm going to fuck him eighteen different ways before Monday, and give him the sexual trip of his life so he'll never forget who the best fucker around here is. This is going to be the best weekend ever!

Feeling better now, Suzanne started her car and pulled out into the road. There was a big smile on her face. Her desire to fuck had dulled her scheming skills and she knew it. But it didn't bother her terribly at the moment because she knew that Alan's penis would be flooding her vagina with cum by tomorrow at the latest. Her face looked content and relaxed, but her hands on the steering wheel trembled in anticipation.