CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 16)

Alan and Suzanne tried to hurry back from their afternoon fucking session, but thanks to rush hour traffic they didn't return until about 7:30. It was a long ride back from their hotel, but that turned out to be a good thing, as it gave both of them a chance to recover. Between the ride and the showers they took before leaving the hotel, their freshly fucked looks had faded and they almost appeared normal. But inside they were bereft of energy.

Suzanne joked as she got out of the car in front of her house, "Look at me try to walk. I look like I've been riding a horse all day long. And to be honest, that's just about accurate, my well-hung Sweetie. I'm going to have to hide out at my house for a while or else your mother will suspect what we've done. If by some odd chance my husband or son are around to see me walk, I'll have to pretend I'm ill." It was true - she walked slightly bow-legged and could almost still feel Alan's penis inside her as she walked.

Alan walked Suzanne to her front door. They wanted to share an intimate goodbye kiss, signifying their new level of intimacy. But standing outside, there was no telling who might be watching; for all they knew maybe even Suzanne's husband or son could be watching somehow. So instead, Suzanne held Alan's hand and gave him a look so intense it nearly bowled him over. She was trying for affectionate, but it came out more smolderingly sexy than anything. That was typical Suzanne - she couldn't help that she radiated sex.

Alan drove one house over to his own place and went inside. As soon as he walked in the door, his mother rushed at him and kissed him passionately on the lips for many minutes, as if he'd been gone for weeks. "We've missed you!" she said between kisses. She still wore the T-shirt with the hole designed to make her boobs stick straight out, and Alan didn't need to be told that he could fondle her jugs to his heart's desire.

Alan was tired, and his penis was on the verge of pain. But seeing his mother like that was an irresistible temptation. Alan locked lips with her some more, and meanwhile grabbed her ass with one hand and a tit with the other. When he stuck a finger into her anus, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she slipped out of his arms and fell to the ground. That stopped them temporarily, and Susan caught her breath.

"Wow, that's some greeting!" Susan exclaimed once she recovered. At the same time, she casually pulled Alan's shorts down his legs without even asking. "I wish you two would go shopping for computers more often, if you're going to come back like that."

From behind, Katherine said, "So do we, don't we?"

Alan and Susan turned in surprise to see Katherine there. Actually, not really that much of a surprise - it was getting pretty common to have someone walk in on these kinds of situations. In fact, Susan complained, "Katherine, would you quit sneaking up like that? Why not just announce yourself from afar first if I'm engaging in some intimate matters here with my Tiger?" Susan griped, but the intrusion didn't reduce her determination to play with her son. She reached out and fondled his still flaccid penis.

Katherine suggested, "But it's much more fun this way, isn't it? What do you think, Amy?"

Alan and Susan jumped a bit in surprise and scanned the room. Sure enough, Amy was walking down the stairs to the living room and soon stood just behind Katherine. Son and mother relaxed to see it was only Amy after all.

Amy answered, "I think it's fun to give surprises. Like playing hide and seek!"

Susan responded, rolling her eyes, "You two. I thought you were going to stay in Katherine's room. I suppose you're going to demand your welcome back home kiss from Alan, too."

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, while Katherine simultaneously said, "Yep!" They crossed the living room to be nearer to Alan. Amy excitedly hopped the whole way, as if she were a giant bunny. She did it just for the fun of it.

Alan commanded, "Ladies. All of you. Shirts off please."

That was a very popular thing to say. Susan nearly swooned. Katherine faked a dramatic swoon and said, "Look who's all in charge of his girls! He doesn't even give a reason. He just demands action from his bitches!" She yanked her T-shirt off over her head in one fluid movement. The others did the same, and suddenly there were three sets of large breasts bouncing in front of the happy teenager.

Alan thought to himself, There's a sight that will stay burned in my memory forever. Wow. Six glorious tits all side by side, fully of bouncy goodness. But he tried to act nonchalant, and complained, "I don't need to remind you: no use of the B-word around here. I respect all three of you too much to allow that kind of language."

Katherine pretended to be clueless. "The B-word? Do you mean the word 'big', as in Big Crowbar Brother?" She giggled. "Or could you mean 'bang,' as in 'It's about time I bang my little sister?'"

Amy added, "I think he means 'boink,' as in "Tonight I'm going to boink my official girlfriend."

Susan was back on her knees in front of him. She surprisingly played along and suggested, "You girls, who are not his bitches, why don't you take turns giving him some big juicy kisses. Meanwhile, this mommy, who is also not his bitch, will happily suck at this funny noodle dangling between his legs." She grasped his dick and tried to stroke it back to life.

Katherine giggled. "Why, my mother, who is also not a fellow perpetual horny cum-slut, this non-whore for my brother's dick will be happy to settle with exploring his mouth with my tongue for a while." She walked close, ostentatiously puckered her lips, and made to kiss him.

Alan complained, "Okay, you two, enough of that. You can't use those words, even in the negative. I'm sorry, Amy." He was apologizing for their immaturity, but his growing penis indicated the talk actually aroused him. Susan immediately welcomed his hardness with a smile and two eager hands.

Amy stood behind Katherine as if waiting her turn in a kissing line. She smiled. "Sorry for what? Are you saying that your official girlfriend, who is also a non-cum slut, can or can't use words like bitch when she talks with her pussy-mouth?"

Alan was fairly floored by that. It didn't seem like the kind of thing Amy would say, but then he realized she saw it as a fun word game, and wanted to join in.

Katherine commented, "Oooh! 'Pussy-mouth!' I like that one."

Susan agreed. "Yes, Angel. Nice. Please put your pussy-mouth on his lips, and my pussy-mouth will get to work down here on his sister-poker." Her mouth honed in on his penis, and she blew air onto it to give him a bit of a tease first.

Katherine exclaimed, "'Sister-poker'? Wow Mom, I love your language. You know how to make me happy!"

Alan was hard despite having cum four times at the hotel with Suzanne, and once in the morning. He never would have figured he'd get hard again only an hour and a half after he'd left his penis for dead at the hotel, and he was mindful that he had to save something for later with Amy. But the enthusiasm from all three females was too much for him to take. He griped, even though he'd already mentally surrendered to their affections, "You all know this is supposed to be my rest weekend, don't you?"

Katherine's lips covered his as soon as the last word left his mouth.

Susan spoke clearly despite having her son's penis deep in her mouth - she'd been practicing on phallic objects so she could do that better. "Tiger, it must have been hours since your last climax. Hours! And you need a big reward from all of us for helping Suzanne shop. That was so considerate of you."

Alan guiltily thought about the "help" he gave Suzanne: non-stop fucking, and no shopping whatsoever. "To be honest, Suzanne helped me out a bit while we were gone," Alan said half-truthfully. "In fact, she just gave me a reward of her own."

Meanwhile, Susan began rubbing her tits up against his thighs while her hands found a rhythm. Katherine resumed kissing him and rubbing her tits on his chest. He couldn't recall having two pairs of tits rubbing him at once, and decided he quite liked it.

Susan spoke again while licking. "I'll bet she did! I figured as much. That explains why it took you a couple minutes to get hard. I can never leave her alone with your thing. She's so good at draining it dry. I'm sure she's the one who got the reward - all down her throat. Does that mean you want your sexual servant to stop?" Susan's hands grasped and pistoned the part of his penis outside her mouth while her mouth worked on the rest. "Please don't make me stop? I've been looking forward all afternoon to this – getting naked on my knees with my son's dick in my hands."

"My pleasure, Mom. Most definitely my pleasure." Susan groaned with joy. Alan thought, God, how easy is it to please this woman? Wow. And she's calling herself things like "sexual servant" and totally blowing my mind. I'd better not call attention to it for fear of making her self-conscious about it.

He looked past Katherine's hair hanging down all over his face, and saw Amy bouncing up and down, eagerly awaiting her turn to take over from Katherine. But his sister was having such fun kissing that it looked like it would be a while. So Alan snapped his fingers, and tried to motion Amy to go around behind him. She didn't understand, so he broke his sisterly lip lock and explained, "Amy, please rub your tits on my back, okay? And while you're at it, see if you can rub your cunt on my ass."

"M'kay!" Amy quickly got to work and plastered her soft body up against his. Then she began rubbing her entire body all over his firm muscles.

Susan spoke to her daughter. "Angel did you hear that? Alan may not call us bitches, but he's treating us just like his fuck toys. He snaps his fingers and finds another naked body rubbing all over him just like a ... female dog in heat." She giggled over her clever new method of saying "bitch" yet again.

Katherine broke the kiss again to reply, "I know, Mom. Isn't it divine? It makes me want to rub my cat, if you know what I mean."

Susan gave a muffled "Mmmm-hmmm" while her slurping tongue went round and round Alan's penis head.

Alan couldn't last long in the face of this triple attack. He commanded, "Okay. Break." All three females obediently pulled away. Eye contact between Amy and Katherine indicated that Amy would get her turn to kiss as soon as Alan was ready again.

Alan panted and sweated. It was draining to be at the center of so much energetic action. Meanwhile, he tried to make idle, non-arousing chat and asked everyone, "So, what did you all do while I was gone?"

Katherine answered, "As a female dog whose brain is only capable of thinking how to sexually please her brother, I'm incapable of answering such a tough question. Perhaps the female dog on her knees ready to lick our master's penis can do better?" She again reveled in using "female dog" as another way to say bitch.

Susan giggled too. "This woman who walks the street to have sex for money spent most of the afternoon repeatedly practicing the mental 'visualization exercises' Xania recom..."

Alan immediately interrupted her. "Mom! Sis! Come on! Okay, I'll admit 'female dog' was amusing, but Mom, I don't EVER want to hear you describe yourself that way, okay? Or use those kinds of words. When I hear one of you say something like 'slut' I imagine you sleeping with lots of men, and I only want you all to sleep with me."

"Oh!" All three females said at once. Katherine spoke for all three when she said, "NOW I get it; why you don't want us to use those words. And I thought you were just being noble."

Alan got really red in the face. He stammered, "I AM being noble," but then he realized how immodest that sounded and got even redder. "What I mean is, yeah, I'm possessive, I'll admit, but I also don't want to be demeaning to you."

Katherine gave a friendly laugh. "You're so cute when you blush. Don't worry! We're here only for you. When we say 'slut,' we mean YOUR slut only. We're YOUR whores and bitches and would NEVER think of sleeping with anyone else. Right, Amy? Mom?"

"Of course, silly!"

Alan gazed at the wall in amazement. "This is not happening. This conversation is completely unreal. What did I do to deserve this? This is NOT REAL."

Susan looked to Amy. "Darling, please show Alan how real our love for him is."

Amy moved forward and took over kissing "duty." Susan resumed her cocksucking, and Katherine took over the tit rub of Alan's back and also worked on his ass with her hands.

They went on like that for several minutes. Everyone was happy. There was so much contented cooing and mewing that it sounded like a room of horny female cats.

CHAPTER 2

Eventually Alan broke away for another rest. He said, "Obviously you all won't let me eat my dinner until I give up my cum load. Since that's the case, I don't know why, but I'm in the mood to titfuck my mom on the dining room table. Sorry, girls."

"Oh would you?" Susan asked with glee. Then thinking some more, she frowned and said, "But the table is set so nice for dinner. We've been waiting to eat, you know." Susan added as an afterthought, "We're all hungry for dinner, but at least speaking for myself, we're more hungry for cock! First things first; which means I have to get that juicy fuckmeat back in my mouth." She stood up and walked to the dining room.

Alan, Amy, and Katherine followed. Alan's T-shirt and Susan and Katherine's high heels were the only items worn. Alan walked next to Katherine and whispered, "What's with Mom's language today? She's just totally letting go."

His sister whispered back, "I don't know, but I love it. Don't you?"

Alan just nodded.

Susan seemed to hesitate when she saw that she would be on show for the two girls. She frowned, and even reflexively covered up her chest for a moment.

So Alan suggested, "If you get on the table you just might give me the best orgasm of the day. But the competition is pretty tough today, especially with Amy coming up tonight." Everyone knew what was going to happen on Alan and Amy's date. He could barely imagine finding the energy to do that as well.

Alan was beginning to realize that Susan couldn't stand being sexually outdone by the other women, and would do most anything to stay ahead. "The best, hunh? I think I can prove again who the best is." She smiled nearly wickedly in anticipation of the challenge.

Susan took the breakable objects like drinking glasses off of the table, and then swept the rest off with a dramatic gesture. Silverware went clattering on the floor. Everyone had a good laugh. "I've always dreamed of having a good reason to do that," she commented. "I never would have imagined though that the reason would be giving up my naked body to my cute son."

She lay on the table in the lewdest manner she could think of, letting one leg hang off of either side and stretching her back backwards like a cat. Her pussy was now the center of attraction. She wore a face that made it appear as if she was unwillingly about to be fucked by her own son. But in fact she said to Alan, "Come sit on Mommy, and give Mommy your big dick. Xania wants me to be more assertive of my needs, so that's an order!"

Alan didn't know what she wanted, and thought he could at least try for it all given the way she was spread for him. He sat between her legs, and put his penis right over her pussy.

But just as his penis reached that area, she said forcefully, "You're NOT going to put your penis in there, right? Suzanne was just telling me earlier today how important it is you get your rest and specifically warned me against this. If we start on you-know-what, we'll go for hours! You're in no shape for that."

Alan thought ruefully, Suzanne is such a hypocrite. The only reason I don't have the energy to fuck my mom into oblivion today is because Suzanne completely wiped me out! Is Suzanne putting Susan off so she can have me to herself? I wouldn't put it past her. So frustrating! I'm so close!

He continued guiding the penis until the head poked into the forest of his mother's bush. He slid it over her rough hair until the piss hole rested directly against her clit. A simple jerk down was all it would take for him to lodge himself deep into her wanting sex hole.

But Susan seemed determined to heed Suzanne's advice, especially with the audience they had. She brought a hand down to guide his penis to safety and said, "No, you naughty, yummy cum fountain. Don't even think of it! We have to listen to Suzanne. She knows what's best. Scoot up so you can fuck my tits."

Alan sighed, but resigned himself. He got up and sat back down, but this time he straddled her stomach. He put his dick in the deep valley between her mountainous tits. He was liberally oozing pre-cum after all the action in the entrance way, so he used that as lubrication.

"Promise me you'll end up in my mouth," Susan said. "I haven't tasted your gooey sperm for hours!" The one thing she didn't like about titfucks was having the penis so tantalizingly close to her mouth, but rarely in it.

Alan noted as he stroked, "I was afraid that we would have to stop this kind of thing altogether when we went to the psychiatrist, but Xania seems to have redoubled your enthusiasm."

"Yes. Well, she said everything is fine in moderation. This is it for me today, and then tonight I have plans of my own with friends. Xania said – unh, just like that Tiger – I have to maintain a balance in my life between friends, work, and fucking my children!"

Alan heard Amy and Katherine talking. He looked over where they stood just in time to hear Katherine joke, "Sorry, Amy. This lewd sight isn't appropriate for an innocent virgin such as yourself." It was a joke because she "protected" Amy by guiding her friend's face towards her own crotch. Amy got the hint and went down to her knees to lap Katherine all up.

Alan was already well on the way to orgasm before he and his mother even got to the table, but he tried his best to hang on. After titfucking her for many minutes, he literally sat on her face, and fed all of his penis into her mouth.

When he came, he used his hips to aggressively and rhythmically thrust his ejaculating penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. "Take that! Take that for being such a tease!" he yelled in frustration. He was surprised at his own words, but couldn't stop himself.

Susan was in no position to respond. All she could do was open her eyes wide. When he came, she managed to swallow it all without too much gagging. One thing that disappointed Susan was that by having his penis so deep in her mouth when he came, the cum went straight down her throat without her being able to taste it and savor it. His whole body trembled as he held the penis as it burst repeatedly into Susan's tonsils.

Meanwhile, Katherine came while watching the entire thing intently from about twenty-five feet away in the next room, thanks to what Amy did with her head firmly between Katherine's legs. It almost looked like Katherine was sitting on Amy.

Alan then rolled off of Susan and fell to the ground. Susan enjoyed it all tremendously, and enjoyed the face fuck for its aggressiveness (despite the loss of tasty cum), but was disturbed by his comments showing a very rare streak of meanness.

"Something wrong, Tiger?" she asked as she got up and comfortingly put an arm around him. "Am I teasing you too much?"

"Just a tad," he said sarcastically. "I mean, what we just did was great, but the way you spread your legs so invitingly like I could study you for an anatomy lesson - but you don't let me actually fuck you. And then earlier, we had a threesome which you'd think would lead to an orgy, but no. The damn no fucking rule again. It's like that day after day. And the way you're talking so brazenly and sexily all of the sudden. It's more than agonizing!"

"I'm sorry," Susan said with concern. "Sometimes I forget how it is for you. I just feel so liberated lately. Between Suzanne, Katherine, and I all being unwilling to let you fuck us, it must get pretty tough." Alan figured now was not the time to mention that he'd fucked Suzanne just hours before, and fucked Katherine lots of times already. "The fact that you're obviously getting a good deal of pussy at school makes it all the more agonizing at home, doesn't it?"

Alan nodded. He looked over at Katherine and Amy, who were both now sitting side by side, holding hands. They looked back with concern.

Susan continued, "Oh dear. But now that Amy is your girlfriend, she's fair game. Why don't you give her a good fucking tonight? I'm sure that'll make you feel better." She smiled and nodded at Amy, who politely nodded back.

"I plan on doing just that," Alan replied. He thought, Today is supposed to be my day of rest more or less, but obviously that's been blown. There's something really exciting about taking the mother and daughter for the first time on the same day. If only I can get it up and keep it up. I'd be lucky if I can do it once more, twice at the max for sure. But then he thought of Susan's feelings and asked, "Doesn't that prospect bother you, though?"

"Sure," she answered honestly. "I'm jealous as hell. But I want what's best for you and your insatiable pecker." She grabbed his flaccid penis briefly. "Plus I care for Amy dearly, and look how badly she needs it. I sure can relate."

"Mom," Katherine piped up, "I can really relate too. When do I get to fuck Alan?"

"Angel dear, you're a Plummer. Actual fucking would be incest."

"But Mom! Not long ago you pretty much admitted he'd fuck me sooner or later. So why not sooner? Why not just face facts? Doesn't Xania say it's okay?"

Susan grew very flustered, "Angel, please. Let's not talk about this right now. Not in front of our guest." She nodded towards Amy. That was a desperate grasping of straws to avoid answering, because she didn't have an answer. She only had an emotion that she didn't want to see Katherine fucked by Alan, at least not yet.

Katherine grumbled, "Amy is hardly a guest. She's like family!" But she let the conversation die when Susan failed to respond to that.

Instead, Susan tried to change the subject by asking Alan a question. "Oh, by the way, Son, thanks for the violent torrent of cock juice. Please do it like that more often. Was my stimulation the best for you today, so far?"

He warily replied, "Honestly, it was really good; very cathartic. But today is unusually tough competition. Suzanne did me even better earlier."

"Grrr! Damn that woman! She's a devil with that long tongue of hers. But I'm learning her tricks. Just you watch out for next time."

Still naked, Susan walked off into the kitchen to warm up their dinners. She exaggeratedly swayed her hips as she walked off, knowing that Alan, Katherine, and Amy would be watching from behind, and all three would be desiring her. She loved it. She didn't have a concern in the world.

CHAPTER 3

Several hours later, Alan and Amy left to go to a party. All of their friends were there. It was a very big and lavish affair held by the kids of some very rich parents. No adults were in sight, but there was a ton of alcohol and even pot, ecstasy, and cocaine. Alan and Amy abstained from everything except for a little bit of alcohol.

The party was something of a coming out for Alan and Amy as a couple. While their status with each other was now widely known, few acquaintances had a chance to see them together, acting like a couple. Since they weren't at school, both of them pushed the limits of acceptable levels of public displays of affection. They necked at every opportunity and made their way through the party as if they were fused together at the hip.

Amy was beaming with joy again, intensely proud of Alan and the way people looked at them when they were together.

Sometimes Alan was a bit thick, and he was slow in figuring out the depth of Amy's feelings towards him. But there was something about the way she acted that made it clear for the first time just how deeply she was in love with him. At first, the thought scared him slightly. While he also loved her very much, he wasn't willing to have an exclusive relationship. But as he mentally reviewed recent days and realized that Amy still hadn't shown a hint of jealousy, he felt much better. To test that out a bit more, he took her for a walk arm in arm through a quiet part of the backyard, and said, "You know, I fucked your mom this afternoon. Are you okay with that?"

"Gosh. You had sex with Mom?" she said in surprise. "Wow. That's weird to actually, really hear. But it's not surprising."

"Are you okay with that?"

"Of course I am, silly! I love you, Alan. I'm just happy to see you happy. I'd do anything if it makes you happy. Your mom and I are very similar in that way. I guess you don't know how much I've loved you for so long." She squeezed his hand tightly.

"I've been realizing it more and more lately. I love you too. You, Suzanne, Susan, and Katherine. I love you all deeply and in different ways. Aims, your unconditional love really means a lot to me. I don't know if you've noticed, but lately I find myself depending on you more and more. You're like a rock of stability in these really confusing and emotionally wrenching times for me. Tonight I'd like to show you another way we can love each other."

"Goody! You're talking about fucking, right?"

He nodded and smiled.

"Finally! I've been hoping and praying since you hinted at that yesterday that your penis would be up for it tonight. I can't believe it's really gonna happen, after all those games you played on me." She turned towards him and hugged him while continuing to hold his hand.

"What do you mean, games?"

"Hey, I'm not as dumb as you think. I've seen movies. Okay, I'll admit that at the start I didn't know what was going on, but after a while I realized you and Katherine sticking your fingers in my pussy all the time wasn't pure altruism."

Alan laughed, and then Amy joined in. He said a bit sheepishly, "Sorry about that. But it was fun, wasn't it?"

"Lots!"

"Then let's have even more fun tonight. And by the way, I don't think you're dumb. I think you're naïve and lost in your own world or something a lot of the time. You're different, but not dumb."

"Thanks! I get okay grades, you know. But I know I'm not as smart as you. But let's not just stand here talking. Take me home and give me some of what you gave my mom. Show me how to fuck!"

So Alan took her home, even though the party was just hitting its stride. It was just after midnight when they returned, and Susan had already gone to bed after spending the evening at an intimate party with some female friends. But Alan was a bit surprised to see that Katherine was just sitting around, waiting for them to return. His first thought was that she must be jealous. But in fact, it was just the opposite.

"Hey Amy," Katherine said. "I understand that tonight is going to be your special night with Alan."

Amy nodded excitedly.

"I'm very excited for you. So let's go get you prepared. Alan, just be patient, and don't go into your room until I say so, okay?" Katherine whisked Amy off.

Alan sat around in the living room for about fifteen minutes, idly and impatiently channel surfing the TV. There was one part of him that didn't mind waiting that much, because he was worried that his penis wouldn't be up for the task. In fact, going to the party was mostly one big stalling tactic. He figured every minute could help.

"Okay, she's ready!" Katherine eventually yelled. "You can come up to your room." Alan walked the stairs to the second floor, and opened the door to his room. To his great surprise, the lights were off but his sister had lit over a hundred candles, creating a very pleasant visual effect. As he walked in, he heard Marvin Gaye's sexy "Let's Get It On" album start to play on the stereo. The room was fragrantly scented. Most pleasing though was the sight of Amy sitting up in his bed.

"Hi Alan," she said shyly, but proud of herself. She was covered with beautiful ribbons, held together by a number of big bows. One was over her boobs, another over her crotch, another in her hair, another keeping her hands tied, and the last one tied her ankles together.

"Wow. I'm blown away," was all Alan could say. "Sis, you did this?"

"Yep," she said widely smiling. "I figured our first time together was great, but not at all romantic, so I wanted Amy to have a more romantic setting."

Alan was impressed with his sister. "What a nice thing to do. Aren't you the coolest friend?"

Amy couldn't help blurt out excitedly and happily, "Katherine says that being all tied up like this symbolizes how, I'm like, totally yours! Isn't that totally the greatest?"

"Yes, it is," Alan replied calmly, but his penis lurched in excitement. He said to Katherine, "I know this is your linguistic terrain, but with all those bows, Amy really does look like a fuck toy. Like a human blow up doll, waiting under the Christmas tree to be unwrapped."

Amy exclaimed, "Ooooh! God! That turns me on! Fuck me already!"

"Don't just stand there," Katherine nudged her brother. "One of your fuck toys is eagerly waiting to be broken in. Undo bow number one, the hair bow."

Alan undid the bow, which replaced her regular hair band that managed her long hair. Amy's hair immediately fell free. She shook it like a model in a shampoo commercial, and it cascaded through the air alluringly.

"Okay, bow number two; the boob bow," Katherine commanded. "Then I'll go, but I just want to see a bit of my handiwork. Though I must add as an aside that next time I hope I'm invited. You know it is after midnight, nudge, nudge."

Alan answered, "I'm aware, and that makes me even more impressed by your generosity." Midnight meant the end of Saturday, which technically meant that Alan now allowed himself to fuck his sister at home, even though they would still be going behind their mother's back about it. "You will be included, soon, but you know how it is, wanting to be alone for the first time."

Katherine nodded with some resignation and regret.

Alan undid the second bow, and Amy's boobs, already mostly uncovered, sprung free and jiggled around. She languidly lay back onto the bed, and raised her bound hands up above her head. Alan was entranced by her beauty, and by her subjugation that was symbolized by the tied wrists and ankles.

"I'll leave you be to work on bow number three, the pussy bow." Katherine made to leave.

"Thanks so much, Sis," said Alan. "Little Pincer Cunt Walls of Death Sis. This is a really nice gesture."

"Yeah, thanks, Katherine! You're the awesomest, super best friend!" said Amy enthusiastically.

Katherine waved off the compliments. "I'm trying to cure myself of the jealousy Xania so dramatically demonstrated. But enough about me. Have a good night." She gave Alan a sweet gentle kiss goodnight on the cheek and then left her brother's room and closed the door.

Alan turned around and focused on his horizontal girlfriend. "Okay Amy, it's just you and me. This is all so romantic, don't you think? I'm so glad I waited a bit until we could do it right in the right setting. Why don't I just lay on top of you and kiss you for a while?"

"M'kay!" She paused, and then added, "Actually, don't ask me what I want, because I have no say in the matter. I'm all tied up, and my neighbor, the big bad Alan, he's going to take advantage of me!" Alan watched her writhe around in mock anguish.

Finally he could take no more, and fell on top of her. He practically attacked her, as his hands were everywhere at once. They kissed for several minutes. Amy however couldn't put her arms around him because her wrists were still tied up by a bow.

Alan rather enjoyed her helplessness, and wondered if that meant he might get into S and M sex. But he also wanted her hands available to do more, so he said, "I'm going to undo the rest of your bows, okay?"

"'M'kay!"

Alan freed her hands first, then her ankles. He undid her pussy bow last, leaving her totally naked except for high-heeled shoes and a smaller bow around the neck.

Alan said, "Amy, I must admit, I'm too excited for much more foreplay. Let's just have sex."

"I'm ready! I'm ready for you to fuck me! Stick it in!"

"All right, here it goes." They didn't need to use a condom since Amy had been on the pill for some time in anticipation of this moment. Lying on top of her, Alan pushed his meaty dick into the wide-hipped woman. Amy cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OOOOHHH!" She screamed "Aaaiieeee!" all throughout the Plummer house.

Alan had considerable difficulty pushing his penis into her. Of all the women I've fucked so far, she definitely has the tightest pussy. Dang! He paused and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

Panting, she admitted, "Yeah, kind of. But that's okay. In the movies it always hurts the woman first and then it gets better."

"But you're not a virgin," Alan pointed out. "There's no blood."

"No," she admitted. "Stupid Jack Johnson broke my hymen, but that's as far as he got. I screamed really loud, and luckily someone came quickly. So really you're the first. Maybe it just takes some getting used to."

Alan said, "Let's not talk about that unpleasantness. Let's just have fun." He slowly skewered her the rest of the way. Then he resumed sliding in and out of her. She still screamed like a banshee, and Alan still had the sensation that he must be hurting her, because she was so tight.

However, after a few minutes, she said, "YES! It's just like the movies said. It feels good now! Way good! Gosh, Alan, keep doing it! Totally! This rocks! Fuck me!"

Alan kept fucking her. He was surprised that, given how quiet and passive she normally was, she was so loud and active. She squeaked, moaned, or gasped with his every thrust. He'd expected for her to lie there while he directed the actions and did most of the work, but she soon became as physical as he did. In fact, she stood over him and pumped her hips up and down over his penis while he just lay there. Alan was glad, because it seemed he was forever having to ration his sexual energy.

Alan enjoyed the fucking, but he was also somewhat disappointed, because Amy's sexual skills were so far below Suzanne's, and those skills were fresh in his mind from what they'd done that afternoon. For instance, Amy didn't squeeze with her vaginal muscles at all, and she didn't know his needs or have a sense of timing. But he'd been aware of this before he started and enjoyed the experience for what it was.

Suzanne for instance was excellent at squeezing with her vaginal muscles, and knowing his needs, and timing things just right. He realized though that it really wasn't fair to compare. Amy will have loads of chances to get better, and I'm going to be the one to teach her. She certainly doesn't lack enthusiasm, and her pussy is so remarkably tight!

She was truly filled with enthusiasm, there was no denying that. However, to listen to her, it sounded like suffering. Even her panting and moaning made it sound as if she was being slowly tortured. Her face had torturous expressions at times. But at other times it was a face of pure ecstasy.

Alan came before she did, so once he was done, he fingered her for another minute to make sure she'd cum too. After they were done, they lay resting on the bed in each other's arms for some minutes. Alan whispered into Amy's ear, "I love you, Aims."

"I love you too, Alan!" she whispered back. "I've got a surprise gift for you, too, to show how much I've been thinking of you."

"Oh, what is it?" Alan was pleased, but also upset with himself that he had no gift.

She ran out of the room, and took a few minutes to come back. Breathlessly, she said, "Sorry, but I was just talking to Katherine. I had to give her a 'quick lovemaking rundown,' as she put it. Anyways, here's my gift." She handed Alan a piece of paper.

Before he looked at the sheet of paper he studied her beautiful athletic form glistening with a sheen of sweet from their recent romp. She almost looked oiled up and her hair was wild. He always marveled at her unabashed attitude towards nudity - she seemed positively proud of the trails of his silvery semen rolling down the inside of her thighs.

He tore his eyes away and focused on the drawing. It was a portrait of him, done in charcoal. It was a quick sketch, but it captured him perfectly. "Did you do this?" he said with more than a little surprise in his voice. She nodded, proud but bashful.

"It's really good! I had no idea you were such a good artist."

"Thanks! I drew it from memory. Maybe some other time you could sit and I could paint you properly. Here's another one. Something to remember me by." She handed him another portrait, this one of herself. She was naked, and in a very sexy pose. "Since your scouting trip has been rescheduled for the weekend, please take it with you so you don't forget me while you're gone. I don't mind if you fold it up - I can make lots more."

"Thanks again. Wow. You're a real artist. You've been hiding yourself! You should do it professionally."

"It's what I want to do. You know how everyone says I'm a space case? That's 'cos I look at the world differently. I'm always looking at things like, I dunno, like I want to paint the scene or something."

"I can see that. This makes me love you even more. I'm going to get you something special, too."

"Thanks! You ready to do it again?"

"I'd love to, but I really can't. I'm so sorry, but it's just been too much lately. I'll make that up to you later, too."

"M'kay!" She snuggled up next to him.

"You're so understanding. You're really amazing, Aims."

"Thanks," she whispered, and kissed him on the ear. "You're pretty neat too. Although..." She giggled.

"What?"

"Saying a blowjob would cure my hiccups. That was a bit too much!" They both laughed.

Alan replied, "But how do we know it isn't true? Let's try it out next time you've got the hiccups and see."


"M'kay!" They giggled some more.

They were just relaxing in each other's arms, but for some reason Alan stared at Amy intensely. She had the same kind and happy face she always did, but he detected something there he'd never noticed before - a certain wry and knowing look, like she was secretly triumphant. All of the sudden he had a revelation. "Hey! Wait a minute! It's all a sham, isn't it? You've been playing along the whole time, haven't you?"

"What?" Amy asked, looking confused.

"All this 'gosh' and 'super duper' stuff. It's all an act, isn't it? Like you're doing right now! You're really damn smart! Your artwork shows that. You've been playing me like a fiddle, haven't you?"

She smiled even more. "M'kay. You got me."

"A-ha!"

"I've been playing along with all the tricks you and Katherine thought you were pulling on me. I mean, come on! No one is that clueless in this day and age. And I got you to fuck me, didn't I?" She giggled with glee. Alan laughed too.

"Well, I'll be damned," Alan answered, amazed. "I guess the fruit doesn't fall too far from the tree. You're a schemer, just like your mom."

"Now wait a minute. There's some truth to that, but not all. I really am the way people see me. I'm innocent and simple. I'm not super clever like mom. If I were, my grades would be better than just okay. It's like I was saying before. I think differently: in an arty, spacey way. But I learned to play up and exaggerate the way I naturally am. People seem to like it. You know, like I want to play a game, and you want to play a game, so I act all 'okey dokey' and the game is that much more fun for both of us."

Alan pointed his finger at her and wagged it. "Yooooouuu... I'm gonna have to watch out for you. You've been full of all kinds of surprises today. I'm impressed. Though frightened too. I'm surrounded by master manipulators!"

They both laughed. Then Amy said in a very dumb, exaggerated voice, "Golly gee, Alan, I've got a case of bad breath today. Gosh! Didn't you say putting your penis in my mouth could cure it?" Her mouth hung wide open and her tongue darted about as if in search of a penis.

Alan laughed some more. "That is pretty fucking absurd, isn't it? I'm sorry."

"Hey. Don't be. It's been a blast. The thing is, I really was sexually inexperienced. I was so far behind Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in your books, I needed something different to stand out and catch up. So I just exaggerated things a bit. In the end, look who gets to be your official girlfriend." She cackled a theatrically evil laugh. "Heh heh heh heh heh!" They hugged tightly.

He asked her, "So is the 'real' Amy really that okay with sharing me?"

"I'm the same person I always was. I'm totally in love with being naked, I die with pleasure when you 'check for bumps,' I look at the world through innocent eyes - it's all still me. It's just that maybe I'm a little bit more knowing and scheme-y than you realized. You're right - I must get that from mom! I'm okay with sharing, though maybe not as wild about it as I let on. Women get jealous, you know. Even me. But it's all good. We're all gonna love each other in one big, happy family. It'll be awesome!"

They lay next to each other for a minute. Alan really wanted to fuck Amy again, but his penis wasn't up for it. Suddenly, she said, "You know, actually, I seem to have a pretty bad case of bad breath right now." They both burst into laughter and couldn't stop laughing for quite some time.

Alan guessed that from now on, "bad breath" would be their code language for getting sexual. But unfortunately, he had to say, "Aims, this breaks my heart, but I really shouldn't do anything else with my penis right now. This is after all my recovery weekend and I've already climaxed today, let's see. ... Seven times. But don't worry. We'll be spending the night together, so let's just see what happens. Not to mention, when we wake up tomorrow morning. Not only that, but I could go down on you now if you want."

She giggled. "You're so nice. Don't worry. I can see you're really tired. Let's just cuddle. I get to sleep with my big, strong cuddle bunny. I'm so happy."

Alan was quite happy too. As they lay in each other's arms, he thought, I don't know what a "cuddle bunny" is, but it sounds good when Amy says it. ... Wow. What a surprise Amy is. I've really been taking her for granted. I need to treat her better. If only I had more time, with all these women pulling at me from every direction. What a drag. ... Speaking of other women, I'm really impressed with Katherine, too. It looks like she really took Xania's comments about jealousy to heart. The way Amy screams and moans, Katherine could probably hear everything. I bet her dildo has been getting quite a workout. ... I wonder if Susan can hear too. I sure hope not.

Soon Alan fell fast asleep. Amy fell asleep in his arms, and for the first time in his life Alan slept the night away in the same bed with a woman.

Alan was right about Katherine's dildo. Furthermore, Susan was also wide awake, though she'd stayed in her room the whole evening. She just couldn't bear seeing her son with Amy. It wasn't so much the fucking as the intimacy and the idea that Amy would be the first to spend the whole night with him. If she would have seen the candles and bows that Katherine had arranged, she certainly would have broken down and cried. But her main problem was that Amy was so noisy. Alan's room was nearly soundproof, but Amy had a high, piercing scream that could go through walls like they weren't there. Susan wore earplugs and covered her head with a pillow, but she could still hear the erotic screams. It took a long time for her to sleep, and when she did she slept fitfully.

CHAPTER 4

Alan woke up in the middle of the night and just lay there thinking for a while, as he gently stroked Amy's hair while she slept. He again blessed his luck and marveled at the incredible women in his life.

He particularly reveled in the fact that there was a warm, beautiful, kind girl spooned up in front of him. The thought was so arousing that he grew hard. He immediately rolled over and shook Amy up.

She looked at him with bleary eyes. She wasn't used to being woken in the middle of the night.

He looked at her with a deadpan face, and parodying an old Trident gum commercial, said, "Four out of five dentists recommend Alan's cock for their patients who fuck cock."

Amy got a big smile. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light. She seemed to be content just to look into his eyes adoringly, but then she said, "What the hell is wrong with that fifth dentist? It must be a man."

They somehow kissed and laughed at the same time. He said, "Consider that first fuck a kind of warm up. And you were getting used to it, so you didn't fully enjoy it. Now let's really do it."

"M'kay! It gets even better than that?!?"

He sat between her legs and rubbed his penis all over her shaved pussy. "It does. I'm going to drill your juicy cunt until you melt. You're going to be fucked and fucked and then fucked some more until your face plain slides off of your head."

She grabbed his hardness and said, "Goody! Let me put it in? M'kay? Or do you prefer to do it yourself? I want everything to be just the way you'll like it so I can be the perfect fuck." She looked earnest and even concerned.

"Don't worry. The way I like it is when we're both having as much fun as we can, so do what you like to do. Put it in, since you like that."

Amy took his penis in one hand and spread her lips with two fingers of her other hand. She could feel the juices oozing from her pussy. She pulled his penis toward her until the head parted her lips and slid past the wet, slick petals. She grasped the base of the shaft and pulled him completely into her. "Mmm! Goody! I feel so full! Ooh, yeah. Let me just feel that for a minute."

She kissed around his neck since she was a fair deal shorter than him. She squirmed over his penis, experimenting with what she could do with her hips.

Alan was once again nearly taken aback at just how tight her pussy was. It was an incredibly delightful squeeze. He asked, "Why don't you tell me what you want to do? I'm sure it's all good, and we'll both enjoy it."

Suddenly her eyes appeared right before his. Acting like a kid with a Christmas presents list, she said, "M'kay! First, I want you to fuck me. Then I want you to fuck me in the ass. Then fuck me again. Then fuck me once more. Then you'll probably need a rest, so lick me for a while. Then I'll blow you. Then we can sleep a while but you have to wake me up fucking me again! Then the ass. Then the mouth. Then, if I have any other hole, fuck that too. And then, let's see. ... By then I think it'll be time ... to get fucked!" She giggled. A new thought hit her. "Oh! I forgot about Katherine. Then she can come in and you can fuck the both of us at the same time."

His penis had popped out when she scooted up to his face, so she repositioned herself and guided it back in. He said, "Amy, you realize that I can't..."

She interrupted. "I know, I know. That's a bit ambitious. But you asked me what I wanted, right? What do you think, Miss Pussy? What do you want?"

Amy's voice dropped way, way down. In a playful and funny voice, she said, "I like your schedule, Amy. Tell him to push it in me another inch." Her voice was so low it sounded almost like a Tuvan throat singer.

Alan laughed. "Is that your pussy talking?"

Amy said in a normal voice, "Of course. Don't all pussies talk?" Then in her low voice, "Alan, you're too big! You're hurting me. It's so stuffy, I can barely breathe down here."

Alan laughed some more. "Amy, tell your pussy that she's in very big trouble. I don't like talking pussies. Or at least complaining, sassy pussies. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fuck this one silly until she knows what's what."

The two of them laughed so much about the whole situation that Alan could hardly fuck. But after a few thrusts they got down to business. For both of them, everything else faded away except for the feelings where their bodies merged. Alan thought, This kind of playful stuff is not an act with Amy. No way. She's just a big kid at heart. It's all just too lovable!

Amy continued to let the entire household know that she was a "screamer." Even though it was several hours after midnight, she couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs about how great it was to be fucked.

Her cries of "Harder! Faster!," "God it's so good!," "Fuck me!" and the like woke up Susan and Katherine and kept them awake. Those cries were actually much preferable to her incoherent screams, which were the kind of desperate sounding screams that normally brought the police running. If anything, Amy was even louder than she'd been earlier in the evening. Her cries may not have been the most original things to say, but they tortured Katherine and Susan. Amy had a way of making even the cry "So good!" sound like she was being slowly tortured to death. Both mother and daughter masturbated themselves in their beds, imagining it was them instead of Amy being fucked. But the masturbation was profoundly unsatisfying, knowing the real thing was taking place so very nearby.

At first Alan was taken aback by Amy's loudness and tried to make her stop. He tried to gently reach forward and tried to cover her mouth with his hand, but she just sucked his fingers like it was a penis for a few minutes and then returned to her cries of ecstasy. He soon gave up and took a "when in Rome" attitude, crying and screaming at the top of his lungs as well. It felt good to let it all out.

And now Alan was really on top of his game. He gave Amy's super tight pussy a thorough fucking for the next hour. The fucking was also a bit of an educational practice of all the sexual positions Amy was learning. He turned her over and fucked her doggy style for quite a while. Then they did it with him sitting on her, and then with her sitting on him. He lay on her, and she lay on him too.

Even though he didn't want to orgasm more than once, he kept going on just one orgasm for him, but many for Amy. During his breaks his cunnilingus kept her freely cumming. Just when Susan and Katherine thought he was done and were drifting asleep, he would resume after a rest and drive all three women crazy.

When Alan finally came, Amy's scream climbed higher and higher until it seemed she would break all the glassware for miles around. As a good number of ropes continued to pour into her vagina, she screamed, "I can feel it! I can actually feel it filling me! No WAY!"

They came at the same time. Amy's pussy was already extremely tight; when she came, her vaginal muscles clenched so hard that Alan half-seriously worried she might cut his penis off. But while the intense squeezing was painful, it was a pain that doubled his pleasure, and then doubled it again. Alan thought, though he didn't say out loud, We've got the makings of another Suzanne-type vixen here!

Since they'd been fucking doggy-style, Amy fell face down onto the bed, and Alan fell onto her. They lay side by side for a while. Once her breathing had calmed down, Amy resumed her Miss Pussy voice, and said, "Ouch. That was so great, but I'm hurting. You got me. That's enough for tonight."

Alan asked, "Really? Are you sure?" He was relieved, given her wish list.

"Yeah," she said in her normal voice. "I'm kind of sore. Tired, too. What a bummer. I didn't expect this fucking to be so wearing."

He agreed. "Yeah. You're new to it. Once your pussy gets the hang of it, you'll be able to do much more in one go."

They cuddled and kissed a while. Amy fell asleep quickly, while Alan sat up and thought. Now THAT'S a proper first fuck for Amy. What a great, great day. I can totally relate to her being worn out. But what's funny is, as much as I'm worn out, day after day, I just can't get enough. These fucks are so intense! I keep thinking I'm going to simply die of pleasure. I was even ready to go again if she was. It's like the more I fuck, the more my body wants to fuck. It's like an addiction. Thank God I have Amy. She's happy with me no matter what I do. That's what I don't like: the pressure. The pressure to do a certain amount each day, and keep everyone happy. Damnable high expectations. That's really why I need a recovery weekend. My mind actually needs the break more than my body. ... You know what? Tomorrow I'm just going to fuck as little or as much as I want. The next day, too. I'm sure that if I take that as a new attitude I'll average near enough to six times a day anyways. And if women want to fuck me and I don't want to, then tough shit. They need to have the same attitude as Amy. I love her attitude: if you want to do it, great, if not, that's cool too. I just love Amy, period.

Alan went to sleep deeply contented. But elsewhere on the same floor, Katherine and Susan continued to toss and turn the rest of the night.

CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Nov. 17)

When Alan woke up again late Sunday morning, he again marveled at the incredible luck and joy the world had brought him. Finally! Sex with Suzanne AND Amy! That's what I call a day well spent. But today's a new day, and I'm going to take it easy.

He looked around, and to his surprise Amy was nowhere to be seen. He looked at the clock by his bedside. It read 10:30. He checked his bed sheets: sticky. So I'm not dreaming, he thought. The sheets smell like Amy. And Miss Pussy, too, heh-heh. God, I love her. Them, heh-heh-heh. Maybe she's downstairs. If I'm going to cum a few times today, I can hardly think of a better way that a morning penis squeeze in her tight cunt.

He slipped on a robe and wandered around the house, but there was no sign of Amy. Unbeknownst to him, about an hour earlier Amy had woken up and gone looking for food, but found Susan in the kitchen instead. Susan was feeling horrible from sleeping poorly and with some justification blamed Amy and her loud, piercing screams. She was in a rare bad mood, and stared daggers at Amy.

Amy was so shocked at the ill will coming from the normally angelic Susan that she practically fled the house. That in turn made Susan feel guilty, and she went to church a short time later.

Alan was eating cereal when Katherine wandered into the kitchen. She was groggy from a poor night of sleep too, but she brightened up when she saw Alan. "Morning, Big Telephone Pole Bro." Imitating Humphrey Bogart's voice, she winked and said, "Looks like it's just you and me, kid."

Alan laughed and said, "I think it's a safe bet Bogart never addressed anyone as 'Big Telephone Pole Bro.' Where's Mom? Or Amy?"

"Church, I assume. Mom's not in her bedroom - I peeked in. It's Sunday. Remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"Which reminds me of recent sermon about the joys of brotherly love. Please hurry up with your bowl of Cheerios."

"Why?"

"Because Sunday means your insanely aggravating ban on fucking me in the house is finally over. You haven't fucked me since Friday with Xania, and that was an all too rare exception lately. I think you have some 'brotherly love' that needs sharing, if you know what I mean." She poked him in the chest repeatedly, but in a loving and playful way.

Alan was certainly amenable to the idea, as he'd just been looking for Amy to fuck. But he continued to eat his cereal. He only said, "Hmm."

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"You know I'm pretty gross. I really should take a shower first."

Katherine giggled, relieved at his agreeing. "Not a problem, Big Table Leg Brother. Why, I think I just might want to take a shower at the same time, and even in the same spot!"

"Fancy that," he replied grinning. "What are the odds?"

Just then, the telephone rang. There was a cordless receiver a few feet from where Alan sat, so he stood and picked it up. "Hello?"

To his surprise, the "hello" in reply came from his teacher Glory.

He replied tentatively. "Glory? What a pleasant surprise. What are you calling... Hey. I didn't even know you had my number."

"Sorry," she said while nervously twirling the phone cord. She was pacing her bedroom, and had red eyes from crying. "You know I'm good at getting information. Don't you think, that, given the way we know each other, we should have each other's phone number?" Her voice sounded edgy and needy.

"Well, sure. I'm just surprised, is all. I mean, I thought we needed to be careful about the whole teacher and student outside of school thing."

Katherine listened intently. She put two and two together from his mention of "Glory" and "teacher" and wiggled her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive, Groucho Marx style.

"You're right," Glory conceded. "But I just felt I had to call. I'm climbing up the wall. Is it okay?"

"Sure. What's wrong?" He gave up on the rest of his now-soggy cereal and carried the bowl to the kitchen sink, then headed back to sit at the dining room table.

"Alan, I'm so sorry for being needy, but I miss you. So much! I can't wait until Monday's lunch. It's just that I love you and miss you. That's all."

Alan was touched, but also a bit frightened by the situation. He thought, I just fucked Suzanne and Amy yesterday, and Katherine is literally waiting for me to hang up the phone so we can fuck. That's my own sister! Yet it sounds like Glory is angling for and needs some serious commitment. Not good. He said, "Glory, I'm touched. It's great to hear your voice."

"Do you miss me too? You didn't say you miss me." She sounded needy again.

"Glory, I need to be honest. I love you very much. However, you know about the situation I have with the other women. I know we agreed not to talk about it, but it's a fact. I miss you, but it sounds like you miss me much more, because you're at home alone. Meanwhile, I'm surrounded by love and affection and attention all the time. I'm probably getting way too much attention, in fact."

Katherine couldn't help but leap at the opening that gave her. She'd been sitting across the table from him, leaning forward, shamelessly listening in, but suddenly she dropped to the ground as if she'd fallen from her chair after leaning too far forward. The next thing Alan knew, her head reappeared between his legs. As he was wearing a robe, she had no trouble swallowing his penis before he even realized what was happening. He tried to stand up, but she just tugged on his robe and forced him back into his chair. His shaft was half-hard in expectation of fucking her soon, so she was able to take all of it in her throat. But within seconds it inflated to full size and she had to pull back on it a bit.

Alan slapped at her head a couple of times and tried to push her away, but she was determined. He shook a fist in the air, but her eyes were closed and didn't even witness the gesture. He couldn't say anything to Katherine, and couldn't even groan, because of the telephone in his hand.

Luckily, Glory took a few moments to digest what he had to say, so he was able to somewhat pay attention when she began to answer. "Alan, I know all that. And I made a decision to myself that I would look the other way and not challenge you about that. And I won't. I know I'm probably on a road to ruin, but I can't help myself. You make me feel too good. The way you fucked me the other day - it's all I can think about. I need you inside of me!"

It was deathly quiet in the house, so Katherine could hear every word of the phone call taking place a couple of feet above her head. She wanted to play off of the "inside of me" comment, but didn't know how. Belatedly, she raised both hands above her head, and had the index finger of one hand go into the hole created by a nearly closed fist on the other hand. It was a universal symbol of fucking. Alan was both annoyed and amused, and Katherine knew he would be. He was also very flustered, as he was used to talking while getting blown, but not while having a serious conversation.

He spoke very honestly. "Glory, we really need to make things clear. You have to fully understand that I have drunk too deeply from the joys of having many females pleasure me. I can never be a one woman guy again, not as long as there are multiple women willing to please me. But, that said, I'm really committed to you. I love you, and hope you can be a part of my life. But only if you can understand my unique situation, and make peace with it."

"Oh, I'll live with it. I'm yours, Alan. Totally. I'm head over heels. I'll do anything for you. I'm basically your love slave. I just hope you treat me with dignity and don't break my heart, because I've given you my heart on a platter to do what you will with it."

Katherine was happily bobbing away in Alan's lap, seemingly oblivious to the seriousness of the conversation despite closely listening. Alan had "resigned himself" to the cocksucking and now tenderly stroked his sister's long, dark brown hair. It was most difficult not to groan though, especially hearing Glory call herself a slave at the same time that Katherine's tongue focused on the sensitive spot just under his penis head.

Luckily, Alan had gotten good at talking coherently while being blown. "Glory, I'm just a kid. I don't know much about romance. But I promise I'll do my best. I think the key is to make you fully realize the uh, polyamorous nature of things here. You know, we're a very monogamous society, but in other societies it's different. Look at the Muslims with one guy having four wives. And if he's a good husband, he loves them all."

"I know," Glory conceded. "And to be honest, even while what you do kills me, it turns me on. I mean, you're eighteen, and you rule the school like you have your own harem! I've been wearing my dildo out all weekend, thinking crazy thoughts about you!"

Alan thought, There's that "harem" word again.

She paused, as if afraid to say more, and then continued, "I shouldn't say this, but your sexual potency is such a turn on. I loved you before, but the way you fucked me the other day, it was like a spiritual experience. If you can fuck everyone that well, it's almost like you DESERVE to have as many partners as you want, to share the joy. But then when I think of an actual real flesh and blood woman with you, and think specific names, I get so torn up with jealousy."

Alan thought while looking down at his sister's bobbing head, She sounds just like how Sis was, with the jealousy and everything. It's almost spooky. Then an inspired idea hit him. "Glory, you've never seen me with another girl. I think you may need to see that, to come to grips with this multiple partner thing. You need to fully understand I can love you and someone like my girlfriend Amy at the same time."

"I know. I know. But I'm not ready for that. This whole conversation is so painful for me."

"Okay, well then, imagine that I'm with someone else right now. Imagine that a beautiful girl is sucking my cock even as we speak." This was his inspired idea, as he'd already guessed what her first response would be.

Katherine was impressed at how he'd fit reality to the phone conversation. She stopped sucking and raised her head just to see the expression on her brother's face. He looked down and silently mouthed that she should stop, but both of them knew he was just going through the motions. She returned her head to its favorite spot, between his legs, and resumed licking.

"I don't know..." Glory replied uncertainly.

"Just go with it," Alan suggested confidently. "Picture a strange pair of lips wrapped around my penis. They're moving up and down. Pre-cum is constantly dribbling out of my dick and into her throat. She loves the taste and gurgles with delight whenever more of the tasty treats hit her tongue. But her tongue is busy. Very busy. Even as my penis head periodically hits the back of her throat, her tongue wraps around it like an anaconda snake. Her tongue is relentless. It's everywhere at once. Between her tongue and her lips, I can't hold out for long."

Needless to say, Katherine continued to listen intently, and tried as best she could to do exactly what Alan said. She was delighted.

Glory was silent on the line for a few moments. Then she said, "Well, I guess, if you put it that way, I have to admit the idea is pretty exciting. But only because I'm imagining that it's my mouth being filled."

"Well, imagine it's your mouth, then. But it's not. It's a strange girl's mouth."

Glory couldn't help hide her excitement. She asked, "What does she look like?"

Alan answered almost tauntingly, "Well, I hardly ever see her face, because her nose is always buried in my pubic hair. But she's got the biggest, beautiful brown eyes. When she gives me that puppy dog look, I totally melt. She's tall, nicely tanned, and my age. She's a teenage love machine. I love her. ... What else? She's got long amber hair." Alan was going to say dark brown hair, but then realized he'd been describing Katherine far too well and mentioned Amy's hair color instead. He hoped most of the above description worked for Amy too, though Amy's eyes were hazel. He continued, "She's got practically the biggest tits in school. Just one look at her tits and you'll want to suck on her nipples all day."

Katherine was frustrated because she wanted to do something extra special for Alan after the loving description, but she was already sucking his penis using every technique she knew. She momentarily stopped and raised her tit to his face so he could suck on a nipple. Of course, he did.

Glory said, "Maybe YOU want to suck on them, but don't expect me to." Nonetheless, she repeatedly squeezed her own tits. "I gotta admit, she sounds pretty gorgeous. If I didn't know better, I'd think you have Amy there." Alan didn't answer, mostly because his mouth was sucking on a nipple, so Glory went on, "What's she doing now?"

Katherine's attentions returned to his groin. "Let's see. She took my penis completely out of her mouth, but that's probably only so she can slowly put it all the way back in. She wants me to fuck her face, but slowly. Gently."

Katherine followed his every word, and did exactly what he said. It delighted Alan to no end.

Glory said, "She may want it slowly and gently, but I don't. Fuck my face roughly! Really give it to me! Shove your man meat down my throat! Make me gag with the thickness of your massive cock!"

Alan asked, rather calmly, "Are you making yourself comfortable?"

"You can say that again, young man! God, I've been on edge all weekend! This dildo has rarely been far from my hands!"

"Good. Put it in your mouth, then. I want you to imagine you have my penis in your hands. Is it like my penis?"

"The same. It was the closest one I could find. It's flesh colored and with veins and everything."

"You're talking far too clearly, Glory. You shouldn't be able to talk that well when you have a big penis in your mouth."

He heard some rustling, and then, "Shorry." Her mouth was clearly filled with a plastic friend now. Within seconds there was the sound of slurpy moaning.

"What are you wearing, Glory?" Alan asked.

"Mmpf. Ahh... Wound the housh sthuff."

Around the house stuff, Alan translated for himself. "Well, take it off. I expect my women to be naked or nearly naked at all times."

To his delighted surprise, Katherine stopped sucking and crawled out from under the table, then stood up. Alan realized that she too was heeding his call to get naked. She winked, and then pulled her cut-off T-shirt off over her head. Then she dropped her miniskirt. She was quick about it, and fell to her knees again. But Alan turned the chair so she didn't need to be under the table. That way, he could see her bare backside much better.

Reacting to events, he said, "The girl I'm with is taking off her clothes right now. I'm very disappointed that she was wearing clothes in the first place." He wanted to give Katherine a playful spank or two, but realized the slap would make too much noise and give away that he had a real partner. Instead, he laid a hand on her ass cheek and squeezed, hoping she would interpret that as a symbolic spank.

Glory said, "But how can I be naked all the time? What about when I'm teaching?"

"That doesn't concern me. You'll just have to teach in the buff from now on."

"But I won't even make it out of the parking lot before I'm gang raped."

"That sounds like fun. Tell me what time you're arriving on Monday morning so I can videotape it." Of course this was just sex talk. Alan thought, Uh-oh, we're drifting into our usual role plays. I need to keep it on the strange woman giving me a blowjob idea. "But why can I hear you so clearly?"

"Oh. Shorry. Itsh back in my mouf."

"Better. Are you on your knees, like you belong?"

"Yesh." She made more noises that clearly showed she was very aroused. But then she complained, "You shouldn't shay dat."

Alan said rather harshly, "Glory, remember, I have a real flesh and blood girl sucking my penis right now. You're just sucking plastic, imagining it's me. I love you dearly, but you have to obey. Are you going to be a good little girl and obey your teacher?" He was surprised at his own words.

"My teasher? God! Too mush!" Alan could hear the sound of the dildo moving faster in and out of Glory's lips.

"You didn't answer. I might have to fail you, little girl, unless you answer your teacher's questions correctly."

He heard rustling, and then, quietly in what was probably a mumble to herself, "God, thish is sho embarrashing."

"You didn't answer my question, little girl."

"Yesh! I'm on my kneesh. Naked. Shucking penish. Your penish! Mmmphf! Are you sthroking it fo me?"

"Now, now, Glory. Think this through. Someone here has their tongue on my penis. Let's call her ... Amy." Alan heard a stifled moan of aggravation and excitement come from Glory as soon as he mentioned that name. "So of course I'm not stroking it. I literally never need to masturbate again. Remember that Amy lives next door. Her hot mother Suzanne does too. You already know about me and her. They practically live in this house, with their mouths around my cock at all hours of day or night. I love it when mother and daughter blow me at the same time." That hadn't happened yet, but Alan thought talking about a double blowjob would help show Glory how things were with him.

"Oh God!" Glory nearly screamed. "You're sho nashty! Ish she rearry there?"

Alan held the phone near his penis so Glory could hear the slurping sounds his sister was making. Then he brought the phone back to his ear. "What do you think? Is that someone's mouth? Or is it my hand sloshing all over a penis that's positively dripping wet with pre-cum?"

"I don't know!" Glory cried out.

"Does it get... Just a minute." Alan was distracted because his sister was starting to make more noise. She was so aroused by Glory's continuing submission that she could hardly contain herself. Alan was getting near climax and wanted to have a break, but Katherine wouldn't stop. He stood up in an attempt to get away, but Katherine's lips remained fused to his penis. He pulled on her hair, but not even that slowed her down.

Alan traced the shape of the letter "B" on Katherine's shoulder. Then he did more letters until he finished the expression: B E Q U I E T.

Katherine quickly caught on, and wrote back on his thigh, T O O H O T. She left his penis entirely to her mouth so both hands could get busy between her legs. The only reason she wasn't loudly moaning was because her mouth was so stuffed. That at least gave Alan some respite, since she her attention was now divided on her pussy and his penis instead of solely on his penis. She also had some mercy and started to suck slower and gentler.

Alan returned his attention to Glory. He said, "Does it make you hot to think that I might be talking to you while a real girl sucks my cock? You can take the dildo out to answer."

There was an audible pop and then he heard Glory catch her breath. "God, yes! I know I shouldn't be saying this, but it's really turning me on! Alan, you own me! You know just what to do with me! You make me mad with lust! Do it more! Give it to me! Everything!"

"I will," he said, still mostly calm, though the cocksucking had affected his breathing too. "Just a second, though. I have to go to the bathroom. Don't hang up."

He put the phone down, though he didn't actually have to pee. Partly it was so he could have a strategic pause, and partly it was so Katherine could get a dildo and put it in her mouth to add another layer of symmetry to their game. He stood up and she did too. He wrote on her tits, G E T D I L D O.

She winked to signal her understanding and immediately ran off.

CHAPTER 6

Alan sat away from the phone and gathered his thoughts. Without the sound of Glory's ragged panting in his ear and his sister's expert cocksucking working on his mind, his gentler personality traits reasserted themselves. Hmm. This is kind of messed up. I'm not treating Glory very well here. She came to me all sad with her concerns and I respond by treating her roughly. For some reason the aggressive Alan showed up out of the blue. But maybe that isn't what she needs.

He picked up the phone. "Glory? You still there?"

"Yes. Recovering a bit."

"Good. Listen. Let's have a time out for a minute. I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing here. I'm kind of letting my penis do the thinking. Are you okay with what we're doing here?"

She replied, "Alan, I'm so worked up right now, I'll agree to most anything. You have me eating out of the palm of your hand. Literally. But yeah, I'm okay with it, meaning I think I won't be mad at you when I get off the phone and calm down. I see what you're trying to do. You're getting me to really understand about your other women. And it's working. I'm so hot thinking of you and Amy there. I don't know if she's really there or not, and frankly, I don't want to know. Let me take this one step at a time, okay?"

"Okay."

"And to be honest, the main reason I was calling up was because I'm so horny for you that I'm going out of my mind. So phone sex is perfect. It's like you can read my thoughts! I thought maybe I could talk you into meeting later on, but this is even better, because I need relief, NOW!"

Katherine returned right then. Alan gave her an "are you ready to continue?" look, and when she nodded, he said to Glory, "I'm glad to hear that. Remember that I love you and respect you deep down. You're my mentor not only in school work but in life. But in sexual things you must obey me. Is that clear?"

"Yes." Alan noticed that her breathing immediately quickened when he demanded that she must obey.

Glory said, "Oh, Alan! You get me so hot and you teach me a lesson at the same time. It's so fucking clever. Teach me to behave!"

Alan was surprised - he didn't think Glory would ever get this submissive. But her words only aroused him further. He continued, "Good. Now, I want you to take your dildo and slowly push it into your pussy." He nodded at Katherine to get back on her knees and do the same.

But Katherine misunderstood - on purpose. Rather than put the dildo in, she grabbed his penis, then, standing on her toes, pushed his penis into her vagina while the both of them remained standing next to the kitchen counter.

Alan was taken by complete surprise. He'd been leaning against the kitchen counter, and given that he was holding a phone receiver in one hand, he wasn't in a good position to fuck. His robe had been hanging on his shoulders precariously and finally fell off. He wrote on Katherine's shoulder, B A D G I R L.

She wrote back, B A D B A D N A U G H T Y S I S T E R. She was very frustrated that she couldn't giggle out loud or even speak freely and say all kinds of sexy things to arouse them both. He was a couple inches taller than her, but now she was held up by his penis.

While she was writing that extensive message, Glory said, "I've put it in. Now what should I do, uh... Um, given that I must obey you, what should I call you from now on?"

Alan considered. This is a perfect opportunity to have her call me Master, but I don't want her to be a slave. I like how she can be domineering at times and give my ass a good spanking. That was fun. Scary, but fun. The Glory I love is a very headstrong and independent woman. So he replied, "Call me one of two things: Alan, or 'young man.' I really have grown to love when you call me that."

"Okay." She sounded relieved. "You know, you're the only student I call that any more. But too much talking. I have your cock in me. What do I do now?"

Right as Glory finished saying this, Katherine finished "writing" her BAD BAD NAUGHTY SISTER message on her brother's chest. Alan's mind reeled. His aggressive side again came to the fore. "No, I have my cock deep inside Amy. Remember that. In fact, since we're starting to fuck, let me get more comfortable here."

He disengaged from his sister, and walked her to the living room where they could get more comfortable. He motioned for Katherine to lay down on one of the sofas, which she did. Then he lay over her. She still had her dildo in her hand, so he motioned that she should put it in her mouth. She did. He thought, That'll help keep her moans muffled, and keep Glory guessing if I'm alone or not.

To Glory, he said, "That's better. Now I'm lying on top of Amy. She's grabbing my penis and pulling it into her hot snatch." Katherine immediately did so. "She's such a ripe piece of meat that I'm just going to have to play with her tits for a while, as I slowly stroke in and out. I suggest you do the same. Abuse your tits with the hand that isn't gripping the dildo."

"I'm doing it, young man. Oooh! I love calling you that more than ever before. Am I a ripe piece of meat too?"

"You know it. That's why I have you in my harem." That just spilled out of his mouth - he still didn't consider himself to actually have a harem, except when he was in an extremely aroused mood such as this one. He still hadn't been thrusting himself into his sister - he'd been too busy admiring the view from just above her. But now he did, just after he said "harem," as if adding an exclamation point to that idea.

Glory gasped, "You're making me crazy! Why am I liking this? I'm going to have to give you a good spanking on Monday, just to show you that I still can. You need to be taught some humility, young man."

Alan smiled. He loved her aggressive side too. "I'd like that very much." He started thrusting in and out of his sister, going slowly so he could continue to talk on the phone.

"Now what?" Glory said excitedly.

"Now I'm going to tell you more about what I'm doing to ... Amy." He thought, That was a close call. I almost called her Katherine right there! If I do that, I'll be royally fucked. Glory's impression of me that has been so built up will shatter if she finds out I'm committing incest. She's very straight-laced on that kind of stuff. Dang! I hadn't truly thought how dangerous this phone call is! But he pressed on. "Amy has big tits. Bigger than yours, I'm sorry to say. I'm playing with her nipples right now. Oooh! I think I'll bite one. Bite one of yours too, Glory."

He heard the sound of biting and nibbling, and he quickly joined in. There was nipple fun on both sides of the phone line for a brief while. Glory finally replied, "Okay, now what?"

"Of course, I haven't stopped this slow fuck." That was true. "Have you kept working your dildo?"

"Yes, but it's a fast fuck now!"

"Slow it down."

"NO! It's too good! Wait. I think I'm going to climax. Wait... Yes! Oh, dear Jesus! AIEEEE!!!"

Alan found himself fucking his sister faster. His tit focus drifted away as he grabbed onto her and held tight while the fucking heated up. Her hips gave as good as they received. Yet they were surprisingly quiet, as Katherine knew of his desire to leave Glory guessing and did her best to help keep quiet.

Glory came back on the phone. "Sorry, Alan. I got a little carried away there."

"No problem. This is all about getting lots of good climaxes. But next time, time it with me, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm gonna stop talking for a bit. Orgasm coming up here. Hold on." Alan put the phone down and threw all his energy into seriously pounding his sister's pussy.

As they built up and built up, Alan looked down at his sister's face and saw that she was seriously suffering from not being able to moan out loud. He thought, Glory's gonna know for sure I'm with someone, whether she wants to or not. Sis is about to blow and she's biting her lip not to scream. Then another idea hit him, and he spoke towards the phone. "Glory, please go put some music on. Something driving and sexy. Now, please!"

"Yes! Just a minute!"

Alan heard the sound of Glory's footsteps run off, so he whispered to Katherine, "Hold out until the music, then you can moan a bit, okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Big B..."


"Sssh!" He knew it would be really bad for Glory to hear "brother."

Glory quickly returned to the phone, and said, "Something you said earlier made me think of this."