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."

Alan heard a song begin. He commanded, "Play it loud. Then keep fucking yourself." He grabbed the dildo in Katherine's mouth and began fucking her mouth with it.

Over a driving beat and a killer riff, not to mention the sound of Glory and Katherine both breathing heavily, Alan heard the lyrics:

I'm a monster, got a revved up teenage head
Teenage monster, California born and bred
Half a boy and half a man, I'm half at sea and half on land, oh my
Bye-bye

Got a woman, she's my hopped up high school queen
She's my woman, she's a teenage love machine
She knows how to turn me on and get me high and get it on and on
Yeah she does

Then an instrumental break came on. Alan exclaimed, "Glory, that is the coolest song! 'She's a teenage love machine' - yes! What is it?"

"I knew you'd like it. It's called, 'Teenage Head' by the Flamin' Groovies. They're a sixties group."

"'Teenage Head?' Awesome title." He fucked to the beat as the song continued, something he'd never done before. The song was short, and when it ended he demanded that Glory play it again, which she did.

Alan came before the song finished playing for the second time. Katherine did too. Though she moaned some, it was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs, especially since Alan was still fucking her mouth with the dildo in perfect time to his hip thrusts.

He could see Katherine was going to lose it any second, and if she did, there was no way she could keep even relatively silent. So he shouted into the phone, "Crashing! Gotta go! Call you back!" Then he let go of the dildo and hit the button on the receiver to disconnect the call.

The very second the line went dead, Katherine let out a roar, a never ending primal scream. Alan did too. His ropes continued to shoot into her for some time. Then they kissed with a passion until their energy slowly petered out.

Alan was the first to speak. "Sis, you're such an evil fucker!"

She laughed. "I was about to say the same thing about you! You and Glory, hunh? That's so hot." She affectionately wrote on his shoulder, S O H O T. She enjoyed the writing on skin, and knew she was going to do it a lot in the future, even when they could freely talk.

"Very cute, evil sister. But that song. I love that song, don't you? Giving teenage head, California born and bred. It's like it was written to be your theme song."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

"I want to fuck to that a lot."

"Me too." She put on a fake pout. "Except it doesn't mention enough about brother-fucking."

They lay there a while. They kissed and cuddled. Eventually, Katherine said, "You're not going to neglect me any more, now that this grounding is over, are you?"

Alan thought about that. On one hand, he had resolved to himself the night before not make more commitments, but on the other hand, he really wanted to please her, and felt bad that she had mostly fallen off his radar screen over the past week. So he said honestly, "I can't make more promises at the moment, but I know how you feel and I'm trying to do better. One promise I already made was that I'll fuck you twice for each time I fuck Amy. Since she and I did it twice last night, and I did it with you twice in the last couple of days, I owe you two more times."

Katherine thrust a victory fist into the air. "Yes! I like the sound of THAT! If you're too pooped out later today, tomorrow afternoon will do nicely to get evened up and then some. You know, our Service Alan Club over at Kim's house."

Alan was confused for a bit, but then remembered the "S-Club" meetings they'd done every Monday and Thursday until their mutual grounding began. If nothing else, he loved the Service Alan Club name. "Oh yeah. I guess we should start that up again."

"You guess? Just guess? If you think I feel neglected, what about Kim? She's totally pining for your cock and hasn't had it, for like, ever!"

Alan thought, This isn't good. I don't really have an emotional attachment to Kim, even though she was the second girl I fucked. Fuck her to be polite? That's crazy. I should set her up with someone so I can focus more on the women I really love. He thought about what to do with Kim for a minute, and came up with an idea that he really liked. He decided to mull it over more later.

Then he looked at the clock and announced, "Church should be over soon. We still have to hide our activities from Mom, or we'll just be hit with a bigger and badder punishment this time. Probably a grounding to last a lifetime. Come on. Let's get up and get cleaned up."

"M'kay. Since you're calling me Amy today, I get to say 'm'kay.' Why don't we take that shower together now?"

"You're incorrigible, do you know that?" But despite his protests, they went off to shower together. He actually loved sex much more than he let on with his words. He figured that if she was so eager, he had to play the role of the reticent one.

CHAPTER 7

Alan and Katherine headed to Susan's shower off of the house's master bedroom, because it was much larger. As Katherine turned on the water, she said, "You know, Big Lamp Post Brother, that Glory Rhymer woman sounds like one hot number."

"She is," he agreed, picking up a bar of soap.

"Seems like she has the right attitude, too." Katherine had her own bar of soap, and began washing Alan's back. The master bedroom bathtub was so big that they were able to sit in the middle and neither of them touched any side.

"What's that mean?" Alan turned to the side, so Katherine could continue washing his back while he'd have access to hers.

"She understands your natural superiority and her proper role as one of your fuck toys in your harem. Though we all know who your number one fuck toy is. " She winked. Then, pulling his arms back down, she complained, "Let me take care of you only. I have an idea here." She turned off the water and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She lathered up most of her front side, and rubbed herself all over a still sitting Alan. The shampoo turned very sudsy quickly - it was as if they were in a bubble bath.

Meanwhile, Alan complained, "No, that's not true," Then, with a smile, he corrected, "Except for the number one fuck toy part." He got serious again. "That's just sexy talk at the height of passion. She's really quite independent-minded." He thought back to the near-traumatic spanking Glory gave him with the phantom "Michelle."

"I know what's she's like, normally. After all, she teaches one of my classes too. But that was before she found herself hopelessly addicted to your cock. Believe you me, I know the feeling. I used to be fairly normal, too." She giggled. Her tits and one hand continued to rub all over his sudsy front, but her other hand snaked down and began jacking him off. The shampoo made such a good lather that his penis already couldn't even be seen in all the suds.

Alan commented dryly, "I was wondering how many seconds you'd take before you started washing that particular area."

She giggled, "I held out as long as I could!" As she soaped his shaft it sprung to its full length. "Bro, Big Scuba Snorkel Brother, I got so excited hearing you refer to your harem, even if you only say it's sexy talk. You're starting to realize you have a harem, deep down, even if you deny it. Of course you deny, because you're so naturally modest, but we all know better, don't we? The only question for me is, how long will it take for you to properly learn how to treat your fuck toys?"

"Properly treat? What do you mean? How would you treat them, if you were in my shoes? Assuming that I have fuck toys, which I don't."

Katherine giggled. "Yeah. Right." She now used both hands on his penis while her tits continued to act like sponges on his chest. "If I were in your shoes? I'm not sure what I'd do, because I'm not naturally dominant like you. I was born to serve. God made me this body so I could spend the rest of my life sexually serving my favorite brother, and that's a fact. ... But if you twisted my arm, I think the first thing I'd do is line up all my bitches." He shot her an evil eye over the use of the B-word. "My sexual servants, I mean. I would get them all to oil up, so they were shiny and slippery. Kind of like me, right now." Indeed, she was glistening with remnants of the shower water running down her tanned skin. "And totally naked, of course. Then I'd have all of them get on all fours. By all of them, you'd want me, Mom, Amy, Suzanne, Glory, Brenda, Akami, and Heather, at the very least. Eight should be good for starters, though of course we all need to help bring you new, fresh cunt whenever you want it."

As she said this, she also got on all fours between his knees. She kept her mouth so close to Alan's penis that she could breathe on it, but for once she didn't devour it, since it was so thoroughly covered with the shampoo suds. She worked on blowing the suds off when she wasn't talking. "Too bad you couldn't include Xania. She's waaaaay Alan-worthy, and so few women have the tits and ass to even begin to qualify. Am I missing anyone important?"

"No, I guess not." Alan was already flexing his PC muscle as much as he could to stave off a climax due to Katherine's words and actions. The only thing helping him out was that he'd just climaxed a short time before. But he was a good sexual multi-tasker and soaped any part of his sister's body within reach. He didn't like getting something without reciprocating.

"Anyway, you'd order all of us to line up butt to butt in a long line. Then you'd walk up and down the line behind them, as if on a military inspection, with a whip in your hand. Nobody would know what you'd do next. Or who you'd do, heh-heh. One minute you'd be fucking, say, me. The next minute you'd reach over and stick a finger up Brenda's ass. Then suddenly you'd stop and fuck Glory up the butt while spanking Akami's butt right next to her. We'd all be moaning like bitches in heat, begging to be touched in very private places or roughly taken by surprise with your manly tool. Oh! Idea! Actually it would be better if we were all blindfolded too, so we would feel even more vulnerable."

Katherine let Alan ponder that for a minute. She got up and turned the shower back on. She switched it to the nozzle function and then took the nozzle in hand and began washing Alan's crotch clean of suds. She longed for some cocksucking and was getting annoyed at the soapy suds in her way.

Alan found his sister's fantasy incredibly arousing. "And then? What about the whip? I don't like whips. That's too mean."

"Oh, it wouldn't be a big, harsh whip. You can get all kinds, you know. But it would be a long one. So even while you're fucking a girl on one end of the line, you could snap the whip on the one on the far end. So you could punish anyone from anywhere."

"Punish them for what?"

"Punish them for insolence, of course. It's a never ending problem with sex slaves, and I should know, since I'm one. We get so uppity, like demanding to be fucked when it's not our turn." Katherine was back on all fours now, and ready to lick. But she couldn't hold her brother's penis in place since her hands were holding her up. Alan held his penis with one hand so she could punctuate her words with licks without it bouncing away. The shower water now rained down on both of them, washing more of the suds away.

"But I like what you call uppitiness. Who would want a zombie who mindlessly agreed to every command? That would get boring really fast."

"I know. I agree. That's why you'll never stop punishing us. It's a constant game to see just how much you'll let us get away with. So much fun!" As soon as those last words left her lips, she took her brother's shaft deep in her mouth.

"You have a very strange idea of fun. So is that the end of your fantasy?" He guessed it was because of the way her mouth was now fully occupied with sucking instead of talking.

But she took the penis out after a few sucks, excited to elaborate on her idea. "No. Of course not. It goes on forever and ever. With your eight slaves all in a line, you could do so much. Next, you've give us all dildos. Big, powerful dildos, the kind with the clit stimulators too. Ass dildos, on top of it. We'd squeal in glee as we filled every possible hole with plastic cock. Then we'd all try to stay on all fours in line, but it would be too much. Soon, each and every one of us would be on the floor, writhing like an epileptic having a seizure." Still on all fours, she began wiggling from side to side, and front to back. She kept her mouth less than an inch from the tip of Alan's penis, so every breath she took aroused him more.

She continued in a very breathy voice, "You'd try to whip us into order, even whipping directly on our tits and cunts... especially that, heh-heh! But it wouldn't do much good. We're all too insolent and horny! We need a good fucking; that's why we're your slaves. Only you can fuck us like our cunts demand to be fucked and temporarily satiate our need. So every now and then you'd pop out a dildo and replace it with your honest-to-God real penis. The unlucky ones not chosen for special treatment would start sexually attacking each other, because it would be a sexual feeding frenzy by now. There would be so much licking and fucking and sucking and dildo-thrusting and moaning and screaming that even the dead men in local cemeteries would get massive hard-ons. And that would only be the first hour of your total control over all of us."

Alan found himself quite attracted to her fantasy, and realized it was at least remotely possible that it could come to be someday, if he wanted it. The fantasy stood out as clearly as if it existed right in front of him. He was imagined a line of butts running all around the living room. In his daydream, he fucked Katherine while fingering Suzanne's pussy on one side and Glory's anus on the other. The idea nearly made him physically dizzy. He could almost smell the sweat and variety of pussy aromas, and hear the screams and moans of many. Each pussy in the line was more gooey, slurpy, pungent, and dripping that the next. Of course the very real touch, smell, and sounds of Katherine on all fours with her mouth breathing on his penis did wonders to help spur his imagination.

He snapped back to reality, mostly, and pointed out an objection. "But Glory and Brenda aren't into that lesbian stuff."

Katherine snorted, "Brenda? Ha! Where have you been? She's totally into it and just says otherwise. As for Glory, I don't know her well enough to say what she's like at the moment, but she will be. She's your slave, after all. If it makes you feel good, she'll do it even if she's not naturally that way, and she'll love doing it because she gets off on making you happy. At least, that's how it works, speaking for myself. I totally cream just seeing your face get ecstatic." She took his penis in her mouth as soon as she stopped talking.

"Really? ... But come on, Sis. Let's get real here. A straight woman can't turn bi just to make someone happy."

His words were interrupted by a squeal as Katherine came hard. She came despite having no hands anywhere near her crotch, since she was up on all fours. Alan peered down and around to see how much he'd made her leak, and to his surprise he saw a stream of liquid shooting from her pussy. "What's that?" he asked dumbly.

"Silly brother. I'm a gusher. Didn't you know that? You made me so hot that I didn't even need to touch myself down there."

Alan shook his head no while he still absorbed the fact that she could squirt her cum out just like a male. "No, I didn't. I guess you always had a hand or penis in the way." In fact, he only had a vague notion that women did that at all. He covered up his cluelessness by continuing, "Anyways, I was saying. This is a nice fantasy, but totally unrealistic. None of these women would call themselves slaves except for you."

"Only me? Come on! You know you're lying. I may be the most into the idea, but that's just because the ones who are most into being your slaves are the ones who know you best. I know you better than anybody so I can see what the future holds better, too. Believe me. It's filled with a long line of asses for you to fuck."

He cut in. "Wait. I want to know: why are you so into this harem vision? Why not go for an exclusive relationship like normal people?"

"I've thought about that," she conceded. "Of course I want to be your favorite in the harem, and I don't think I can completely cure myself of jealousy. But with other women, I get some massive fringe benefits. Think of all the great lesbian sex. When you get new fuck meat, guess who else is hoping to get a taste of the new hottie? But your exploits also make me hot, somehow. It's like, my man is so potent, so virile, that it takes an entire army of improbably stacked babes to keep him satisfied. The bottom line is, I'll have a more active and fulfilling sex life than just about any other woman in this country. And all because I'm willing to share."

"Hmm." He thought about it, and realized it made some sense. He again considered if the sex slave idea was realistic. "Okay, maybe Mom or Amy, too, but only if you talked them into it. But a couple, like Suzanne and Heather, would totally laugh at the idea. Probably more."

She talked while lightly licking. "Don't be so sure. Anyways, you've only been working on them for a few weeks. You're still melting their minds - just give it a few more fucks. And if they don't bend all the way, pick some others. Like Janice, for instance. She told me she'd be happy to be your sex slave."

"She did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Katherine had been talking too much to continue sucking Alan's wet penis off. But rather than resuming that, she got up, wrapped her body around him, and guided his penis into her vagina. She gave him such an intense "come hither" look that he was momentarily paralyzed and unable to react. Then, suddenly laughing, she repeated, "Did too!"

"Hey! You're fucking me!"

"No I'm not. You're fucking me. It's the male who fucks and the woman who gets fucked. It's a very important distinction because it shows again how you're in total control of your cum-starved, sex-crazed slave sister. And your other slaves."

"Whatever. I don't have slaves; I'm a normal high school student. We shouldn't be doing this. This is supposed to be my day off, and Mom will be home any minute." But even as he protested, his hips pushed his penis in and out as if his lower body was controlled by someone else.

"I made you too horny with my little fantasy for you to stop now, and you know it. I'm so damned uppity and insolent!" She laughed gleefully.

"You are. Damn you!" But Alan was more focused on the fucking than on talking by now. With the showerhead continuing to pour water over them, they went at each other even more frantically than they did when they fucked a short while earlier. Katherine was right: Alan had been powerfully aroused by her fantasy and he fucked like he only had an hour left to live. Truth be told, he liked her fantasy better than most of his own, as he'd been too modest even in fantasies to envision lining up eight females and treating them that way. But he knew he'd be having fantasies like that from now on. He could feel his moral restraint slipping away, yet again.

The only sounds they made now were grunts and moans. They devoted all their energies to fucking. Katherine bounced up and down on Alan's lap as Alan lifted her up and then dropped her down onto his spear, over and over again.

CHAPTER 8

A couple of minutes later both of them heard the garage door opening, announcing Susan's return from church. "Did you hear that? We really have to stop fucking."

"Yep, we sure do," Katherine agreed. "One of these days." She giggled and kept right on with her now-expert counterthrusting.

"No, I mean right now. We can't have Mom catch us like this!"

"Okay. Just as soon as we hear her get to the top of the stairs."

"You see, evil Sis? You're pure evil. This is why I wouldn't allow us to fuck at home."

"Okay, okay. Geez! Fine. Let's stop then. Whatever you want, as long as you don't extend that ban."

Quite a few moments went by. Alan noted, "We're not stopping." His hips still swayed in and out of his sister as if someone else was controlling them.

"You're right," Katherine giggled.

"Good God! I really CAN hear her coming up the stairs! Please stop NOW! I don't have the willpower!"

Somehow, together, they managed to pull themselves apart. The sound of Susan walking down the hallway towards them gave them the proper motivation. But there was no time by now to get out of the shower together, especially since they were using Susan's larger bathroom. Katherine figured, If we're gonna get caught, I might as well have fun while it lasts. Alan stood to leave, but Katherine got in his way: she got down on her knees and began sucking his dick, yet again.

Susan walked into her bedroom a few seconds later, still fully dressed in her church clothes. Alan yelled out a friendly "Hi Mom!" while he continued to try in vain to push Katherine's head away with his hands. She was prepared for that and latched on like a leech.

The bathroom door wasn't even closed, so Susan walked over and took a look at her children. She wasn't even particularly surprised at what she saw. "What do we have here?" she asked in a discouraged voice.

"Um, we're just helping each other shower," Alan answered lamely. There was no denying who had his penis in her mouth, but Alan wasn't terribly worried about it.

"I can see that. Looks like some people, and especially some body parts, are getting much more help than others." Her eyes were fastened on Katherine's bobbing head.

"Yeah, well, you know how it goes," he replied, still awkwardly. "But really, we're washing too." He realized that he still held a bar of strawberry-scented soap in his hand, leaned down, and began scrubbing his sister's shoulders with it.

"You two," Susan tsk-tsked. "You realize I'm not in the mood? I'm not back from church five minutes and I see this kind of debauchery. I can't even sit in my own bedroom and contemplate today's excellent sermon?"

A very long pause ensued, for a minute or more. Alan was right on the verge of a climax. Finally, he said, "I guess not, Mom." Then he grabbed Katherine's head and said, "Strategic pause! Strategic pause! Quick! Pull away!"

Katherine did. He clutched his leg together as if trying not to pee and managed to stave off the climax. Katherine looked up and waved. "Hi Mom! How was church?" She also still held a bar of soap, lemon-scented. She stood up and began scrubbing the front of Alan's thighs.

"Hi, Angel," Susan mumbled. Her religious mood was rapidly fading. Drawn like a moth to flame, she slowly made her way across her wide bedroom to the opened door of the bathroom, without even realizing what she was doing. She began peeling off layers, since, shower or no shower, she wasn't allowed to wear underwear in the house and technically should have taken them off when next to the underwear cabinet by the door.

Before long she stood nude. She wanted to walk to her dresser and pick out some more casual clothes to wear, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from her sudsy children. In particular, she was transfixed by the sight of Alan's penis. Katherine continued to work on his legs in a way that caused the penis to repeatedly and delightedly hit her in the face. Occasionally she stuck a tongue out at it. Susan guessed that it wouldn't be long before the tongue would gain a hold of the swinging penis and another blowjob commenced.

Time went by. The situation seemed quite awkward, as Susan remained poised on the verge of either joining or forcing them to stop. Alan was watching her intently. He said, while his eyes bored into her tits sitting high on her chest, "Mom, did you know, you're an affront to gravity."

That caused a chuckle from everyone, and broke the mood. Katherine slapped Alan's thigh, and he added, "Like mother, like daughter. You've raised one sexy cocksucker, Mrs. Plummer." That satisfied Katherine, and everyone was all smiles.

The next thing Susan knew, she stood at the edge of the large bathtub, within arm's reach of the penis she loved so dearly. Katherine stood. She rubbed the sudsy soap all over her own tits and then pressed her rack into Alan's chest. She moaned quite loudly as she "cleaned" his chest with her tits. She knew that looked like so much fun that Susan would be hard pressed to resist.

Susan said quietly, "Angel, you missed a spot." She pointed at Alan's back. The next thing she knew, she was standing behind Alan in the shower, with her tits soaped up and sliding all around his muscular back.

"So glad you could join us," Katherine giggled. "Looks like Alan is caught in a tit sandwich."

Susan's last residual resistance faded away and she laughed a good laugh. "It looks that way, doesn't it?" She reached around and grabbed her son's penis, which had yet to go flaccid. "We're spoiling him. We were just doing this to him yesterday."

Katherine pointed out, "Yes, but a sandwich wet in the shower is so much better, don't you think?" But then she chided, "Now, hold on. Let's do this right. I'll take care of the front side, and you take care of his back side."

"No fair!" Susan pouted, sexily, but she didn't let go of his shaft. Her tits continued their "cleaning."

Katherine slid down and replaced Susan's hands with her own tits. She began a very slippery titfuck. She also made the comment, "Mom, I think we've taken care of his upper body. I think his ass could use the attention of your twin tit-sponges."

"Good idea," Susan agreed. She knelt down and pressed her huge melons against his butt cheeks.

Alan had been quiet, enjoying the banter between the two females, but when Susan pressed a nipple up into his ass crack, he couldn't help but moan, "Niiiice."

Susan smiled at that, but she was still annoyed at Katherine. After thoroughly exploring every inch of his ass with both nipples, she complained, "Angel, it's not fair. You get a titfuck and all I get is the ass. I bet you've been yanking on that rod one way or another all morning long. Can you share the wealth a little bit?"

Katherine peered around Alan's hip and stuck her tongue out at her mother. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

Alan cut in. "Hey Sis, that's not a loving attitude. Why don't you two show good spirit with a really cooperative blowjob?"

"Okay!" Susan agreed immediately.

Katherine frowned, but said, "If that's what Big Brother says, then I must obey." Then, winking to Alan, she added playfully, "Anyways, Alan's got so much cock that I don't know if one female mouth can handle it all."

Alan slumped against an inner shower wall and slid down until he came to a ledge that held him up. It was just the right height. "Now we're talking. Do you realize this is the first time the two of you have shared a blowjob like this?" He reached up and turned the water off, explaining, "I've been in this shower so long, I'm shriveling up like a prune."

Susan enthused, "First time, but definitely not the last!" She giggled just like Katherine, and Katherine joined in.

Both of them began licking the sides of the penis closest to them. The sensitive spot below Alan's penis head was in a neutral territory of sorts, so they traded turns stimulating that.

Susan's reticence was long gone. She looked up at Alan with a dreamy and near worshipful look in her eye. She nudged Katherine with her shoulder and said, "Look who's master of the house now."

Katherine stopped licking and merely jacked him off while she looked up with that same dreamy look. "You said it, Mom! He's definitely master! I wonder what your husband would think if he had a bird's eye view of us right now."

Susan snorted derisively as she resumed licking the tip of Alan's penis. "Husband? You mean Ron? I'm sorry, but the only MAN worthy to be my husband is standing over me right now. Maybe I should just marry my own son!" She got so excited at this idea that she plunged a couple fingers into her pussy and another one poked at her clit. Marrying Alan was her secret fantasy, and she blushed to even say it in jest. She shuddered as a massive orgasm overtook her.

Katherine too attacked those same spots on herself now that the talk had turned to marriage. She said breathlessly, "Sorry, Mom, he's already taken. He's going to marry his own sister!" She followed this by completely swallowing his penis since Susan had temporarily withdrawn while she recovered from her climax.

Alan felt the need to step in lest this marriage talk turned serious. "Hey, you two. No one is marrying anybody right now. Less talking and more licking, please."

"Yes, Master!" Katherine said this fairly audibly even though his penis filled her mouth.

Susan pushed forward again to find the penis all occupied. Alan chided, "Sis? What did I say about sharing?"

Katherine pulled back and the two of them sucked and licked contentedly, taking turns in a very amicable fashion.

Alan leaned back against the wall and marveled at his penis's staying power. He was on cloud nine. He thought, I can't even explain myself how I do it. I know this isn't normal, especially being able to keep going with this particular double blow, but I love it. I am seriously addicted. Riding the edge of an orgasm like I am right now has to be the best drug on Earth, bar none. Wow. What WOULD Ron think if he saw this? I think he'd literally have a heart attack. I think I would, if I were in his shoes, especially given the way both of these girls were when he left. It would completely blow a fuse.

Suddenly he announced, "Okay, you two. Time for another power break."

But they kept licking. Susan mumbled between licks, "Too yummy! Mommy can't stop!" Katherine just purred in agreement.

Alan shouted, "Shit! I can't hold out unless you stop! Not yet!"

But it was already too late - even Alan couldn't keep going without his strategically timed pauses. He grabbed a fistful of hair from each of their heads and held on tightly while the ropes started to shoot.

The sharing attitude dissolved as both females jockeyed for position to be on the receiving end of his semen. Several ropes hit their cheeks while their faces pushed back and forth against each other. Susan, though, had prepared in advance for this moment. She stuck a finger up her daughter's butt, which caused Katherine to arch back and squeal. Susan saw her chance and wrapped her lips around his penis in time to swallow up the majority of his cum. Katherine conceded defeat and sat back frigging herself to climax while she watched.

When it was all over, all three took a good look at each other. Katherine and Susan both had a fair amount of Alan's cum on their faces, but it just so happened that one rope had created a nearly perfect mustache across Katherine's upper lip. Susan looked at it, and making reference to the famous "Got milk?" ads, asked, "Got sperm?"

Alan remained sitting on the tub ledge and laughed. Then he commented to both females, "That was certainly nice. Don't we all feel much cleaner?"

Katherine exclaimed in exasperation, "'Certainly nice?' You have your own mother and sister both cocksucking for you, and that's all you can say?"

Susan looked over at her daughter and winked. "I guess we'll just have to do better next time. Don't you think, Angel?"

Katherine replied, "Brother, I think you should go play tennis with your friends. That way you could come back all hot and sweaty. And most importantly, in need of another shower. It really takes the both of us to get you clean." She winked back at her mother.

"Not a bad idea all around," Alan said agreeably. "But now I'm going to go eat some food." He looked at their faces and decided he was most pleased with the wrangling that caused so much cum to end up on their faces. He loved to "mark" his females. Plus, it gave him an opportunity to say. "You two look a little messy. I think you know how I'd like you to clean up."

Susan and Katherine leaned into each other and began licking the cum off of each other's faces. But Susan also said, "Hold up, Son. Let me make lunch for you. Why don't you stay and watch? Then we can all go down together?"

Alan laughed, just from sheer happiness at how well the day was going. He idly rubbed both their asses and said, "Believe me, I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Everyone smiled, and then Katherine and Susan began a long, deep French kiss. Katherine, always wanting to push the boundaries, broke the kiss to lap up a big cum gob, and then while French kissing she tongue fucked her mother's mouth. Susan easily submitted to her son's sweet seed being forced down her throat. Susan was so excited about being able to taste both her children in one kiss that she actually came on the spot. Her knees buckled and Katherine had to grab her tighter to stop her from falling.

Before Alan had lunch, he spoke to Glory on the phone some more, and they had a more rational conversation. He was actually relieved that Glory seemed a bit embarrassed by some of the submissive things she'd said earlier, and tried to reassert her usual personality. Alan figured he didn't want or need another female acting like Katherine.

When the phone call ended, he had a lot to think about. Boy, I really feel like king of the world today. I keep resisting this harem idea because it seems like the further I get into this, the greater the fall is going to be when somehow the spell is broken. Life can't keep going on like this, can it? I mean, of all my friends right now, probably the most exciting thing they're doing is watching football on TV. I can barely wrap my head around how bizarre this morning's events have been, not to mention yesterday's. But obviously Sis is ready to take all this insanity to yet another level. Maybe I've read too much porn, but I can imagine her vision of eight naked women lined up in a row happening in some kind of massive mansion set deep in the woods, but not here. Not on some random suburban street in conservative Orange County. Somehow the police are going to find out what we're doing, and I'm going to be led away in handcuffs.

Someone like Ron is going to bring this all to an end. That talk about him may have been a turn on to them, but it scared the bejeesus out of me. He IS going to come home sooner or later, and what will happen then? Any day now, Brad or Eric might wander over from next door looking to borrow a screwdriver or something. Instead, they'll see their beloved Amy or Suzanne in the middle of an incestuous orgy. I wonder what would happen next. I hope I'll never find out. Brad's a big guy. He'd probably kick my ass, as I'd be too shocked to react well.

There's two things I need to do. One, enjoy this to the hilt while it lasts, because it won't last forever. This harem stuff is just too far out of the mainstream, and the mainstream always clamps down on those who break the rules. Two, make it last as long as possible. I think the key is to cut it down to just the core people, if only for safety reasons. Loose lips sink ships. I like this idea of disentangling myself from the Kims and Joys and Janices of the world and focusing on an inner core. Not only is it safer, but otherwise I just can't handle it emotionally or physically, as much fun as it is to fuck so many. Glory is showing me that the emotional entanglements are going to get more and more messy unless I do something. I could totally see the one feeling jilted being the one to blab. Someone like Heather. I should stay away from her. But any core has to include Glory, my very first serious crush. Her and the Plummer and Pestridge four, definitely. Brenda and Akami, I'm not sure yet. I still don't really know either of them well enough. But with Glory's basically monogamous attitude, I'm worried things with her are going to end in a "road to ruin" as she put it, even with the multiple partners conceptual breakthrough of sorts on the phone today. Not good. Not good at all.

CHAPTER 9

At lunch, Alan announced to Susan and Katherine, "The two of you have to get punished for not stopping when I asked you to stop. I could have kept riding that hard-on all day."

It seemed surreal to be discussing this over a sandwich, given that the two females were also eating, dressed relatively normally. Everything in the house seemed a Norman Rockwell picture of normality. That is, until Katherine joked, "I would have much preferred if I rode that hard-on all day."

Alan smiled at that. "Okay, funny girl, here's the punishment. You two have to stay away from my penis all day long. Absolutely no touching. Period. This was supposed to be my recovery weekend, and while that hasn't exactly happened, it can still be a recovery if I keep it light from here on in."

Both seemed fairly resigned and just nodded. They knew he needed a break.

He added, "Furthermore, Sis, what we did in the shower counts as the third time."

This caused Katherine's eyebrows to raise in surprise. She knew exactly what he meant: he'd fucked Amy twice, and now only had one more time to go to have a "matching" four fucks with Katherine. But she kept quiet, no doubt because of Susan standing right there.

Susan asked, "What on Earth does that mean? Third time?"

But Alan only replied, "Just a private bet between us."

Susan raised an eyebrow. "Are you giving your Mommy enough cock? Or are you saving it all for your sister?"

"Don't worry, Mom. I didn't mean third time today." That satisfied her.

Susan and Katherine also joked with each other and Alan about Amy's screaming. Susan certainly wouldn't have joked about it earlier in the day, but time, and a few good orgasms, heal all wounds. But at the same time Susan also seriously requested Alan not to fuck her so late at night, "at least not until I can buy some of those ear muffs the workers at airports use."

Alan then took a long nap. When he woke, he decided to visit friends. His friend Peter was out, but Sean was in, so he went over to Sean's house and they played video games together. Sean was on Alan's mind. Alan thought that if he was going to break sexual connection with some of the cheerleaders, it would be better if they could have someone to replace him with. Someone like Sean. But how to make that work? Alan didn't know. He couldn't figure out how to broach the subject with Sean, either.

By the time Alan got home from his surprisingly normal few hours of videogaming, it was nearly five o'clock. Suzanne met him at his own front door, arms on her hips, pissed off. Alan took one look at her, and deadpanned, "I see you can't wait for your hello kiss."

That got a chuckle, and more importantly, a French kiss from Suzanne that went a long way to erasing her mood. When the kiss ended, she remained clinging to him and said, "How can I stay mad at you?"

"What did I do?" Alan asked in general confusion.

"Remember yesterday, when I said we had more computer shopping to do today? When did you think we'd do it? Remember about stores closing?"

Alan thought back. He did remember that comment. He also knew that "computer shopping" was code for going to a hotel and fucking like bunnies. So he volunteered, "I'm ready when you are. Let's just head out that door."

Suzanne smiled. "You're reading my mind. If I let you into the house, it'll be another twenty minutes before you finish the rest of your hello kisses. Let's go."

They got into Suzanne's car and drove off. But to Alan's surprise, they only drove one block, and then she parked the car down a little used one way street. "We're walking from here," she said as she got out of the car.

Alan followed, confused. He joked, "I don't see any 'computer shops' around here."

"No, you don't," she said with a nearly grim face. "We're going back to my house." She walked briskly and he kept up. "You unfortunately came back so late that if we drive anywhere and back, we won't have any time to 'shop' because of dinner. I can't keep you massively late for dinner two nights in a row without your mother getting seriously suspicious."

Alan watched her walk and said, "I didn't really expect we'd do this again so soon. Look at the way you walk. It's like you have a stick up your butt. Won't anyone notice?"

She laughed, "I will have a stick up a hole very NEAR my butt soon. Actually, you're right. Some anal sex would help spare my pussy a bit. I am walking a bit funny, but I'm not too concerned. My husband and son barely notice me, as long as dinner's on the table."

They already arrived at the front of Suzanne's house. Alan gulped as he looked up at it. He'd been in it so rarely that it seemed to him more like a haunted, spooky mansion than anything. All he could think when looking at it was Brad and Eric, and getting caught.

Suzanne seemed to read his mind and she walked to the door and unlocked it. "As you know, I have a very strict policy about no hanky panky in here. Ever. But you fuck so good that I'm going to make an exception. You see what you do to me? I told you that as soon as I started I would have to have it every day. I'm already doing crazy things to get my fix." Her mind flashed back to Friday and sabotaging the scoutmaster's car. She quickly banished the unpleasant thought.

"What about them?" Alan asked while Suzanne nearly dragged him up the stairs to her bedroom. There was no need to explain who "them" referred to: her husband Eric and her son Brad. Daughter Amy was much less of a concern since she presumably wouldn't mind if she saw.

"They're off fishing. Won't be back till late. I made damn sure of that. All the same, we shouldn't dilly dally, because this is extremely dangerous. In all my years of fooling around, I never once even considered bringing a man in here. And in the future we're going to plan this better so this is a one time thing. Okay?"

"And Amy?" Alan said this while both of them stripped.

"I pretty much ordered her to stay at your place. That was another reason why I met you right at the door, to stop you two lovebirds before you got started. Let's make this a really fast fuck, okay? I'm nervous. Really nervous."

They fucked quickly at first, but once again Alan simply defied the odds and refused to cum. Soon the pace slowed down. Suzanne was antsy, which fueled her lovemaking, but Alan was in the mood for lazy sex, despite the danger. Suzanne was willing to go along, knowing that Alan would give her fast and furious fucks on other occasions. Their mood settled down into one of deep contentment, instead of the pure excitement of the day before.

But despite the languor, they still had plenty of quality sex. Before the day was over, Alan gave it to Suzanne every way he knew how. He fucked her sitting, standing, lying down, on top, on bottom, and on and on. Their slow pace allowed them to keep going and going, like two Energizer bunnies in heat.

He was again extremely impressed with her vagina. It's so muscularly aggressive, all the time! Who's fucking who? I feel like she's fucking me with the way her vagina constantly assaults my penis and squeezes it. Suzanne is definitely the best fuck I'll ever have.

Suzanne was already quite spoiled, because she expected Alan to be hard nearly constantly. And as a matter of fact, he was. He pumped her pussy full of copious amounts of semen, happy that he didn't have to use a condom with her. As soon as he would get flaccid, she would suck him back to life within minutes, then they would get back to fucking.

They fucked for just over an hour. Alan came twice, and Suzanne came more times than she could count. Between his stamina and her skill, it was like they were trying for the Olympic gold medal in fucking. While the sex was slow, it was intense and nearly non-stop, not counting a one or two minute pause here and there. They switched between anal and vaginal sex from time to time, mostly to spare Suzanne's overtaxed pussy. Alan was glad that for once someone was more overtaxed than he was.

Then they took a shower together, something Alan realized he still didn't do with women nearly enough. The idea was to get cleaned up from all the sweat and cum, but Suzanne managed to get Alan all worked up again instead. So they went back to bed, but Alan kept to his vow to only have three orgasms, and spent his time just pleasuring Suzanne, mostly licking her down below. He could have kept going if he wanted to though - his penis didn't feel as weary or sore as he feared.

When it was all over, they just lay on the bed in each other's arms. Both were very exhausted. They whispered sweet nothings to each other for many minutes. Once again Alan got hard, but he just kept his penis in her pussy without any movement by either of them, so she could appreciate the feeling of being filled.

Suzanne was struck anew by Alan's maturity in the conversations they had between fucking. He certainly doesn't act like a typical eighteen year old. He acts like he's been having these kinds of trysts for years. Such calmness, charm, and wit. She was also staggered by just how much she loved him. I've known I wanted Alan for some time, but this is just ridiculous. I totally feel like I want to marry him! That's completely irrational. I'm twice his age, and married. I wish I could still get pregnant, so I could have his baby! God, I feel like I'm going to cry. Cry for happiness at being in his arms, but also sadness in knowing he's ultimately gonna end up with some young lady - or more likely, ladies! - and not me. Fuck. I didn't know I could get all mushy and needy like this. Get yourself together, woman!

When they were done, Suzanne made 100% sure that all traces of their activity had been removed, then she went with Alan to her car so they could "drive back" from their "computer shopping." Alan noted that she did indeed walk awkwardly, like she had a stick up her butt. She commented to him, "Don't worry. I plan things out. The guys aren't expected back till late. I've booked a masseuse to come and relax my muscles. She'll be arriving in a matter of minutes. And don't get any ideas of hot lesbian sex - she's an old crone. Then I'm going to take a long, hot bath and go to bed early."

"Can't I fantasize about hot lesbian sex with a young masseuse?"

"No. You know darn well that if you were to wank yourself without a cunt or mouth to fill, all Hell would break loose. You're going to have to pace yourself even more carefully now that you have my cunt to please."

Alan made it back to the Plummer house in time for a seven o'clock dinner. To his surprise, not only did Susan not mind his tardiness, but she herself appeared to have come home just minutes before, and hurried to prepare a quick meal. She seemed to be holding back some delightful secret. But Katherine, who also got home late, appeared to be as equally clueless as Alan was about her mother's mood.

True to Alan's earlier no-penis-touching vow, he only French kissed his mother and sister briefly upon greeting them, and kept their hands clear from his shorts. Amy was also over for dinner (presumably so Suzanne could recover instead of cook) and so there was even more hello kissing. Alan had a hard time reading Amy, especially now that he knew she was much more of a schemer than previously believed. He couldn't tell for sure if Amy knew what was up with Susan's mood or not.

Surprisingly, the topic of Alan and Amy's sex the night before and Amy's loud screaming didn't come up at all. The women all dressed conservatively and there was no monkeying around. They did make a few jokes though. Alan asked Susan how her day had been and she winked as she replied, "Oh, the usual. Just another hard day at the penis."

Katherine laughed, and came back with, "Typical. Is the boss riding your ass again?"

Susan looked at Alan and very slowly and deliberately replied, "Unfortunately, no."

"Boy, he's a HARD boss. Does he have a stick up his butt?"

"I don't know, but sadly I don't have one up mine." The giggling turned into outright guffawing. Katherine laughed so hard that her shoulder strap accidentally fell down one shoulder. Alan doubted just how accidental it was.

But Alan was all stimulated out, and said, "Okay, enough, you two." He noted that their sex drives seemed insatiable, but he thought to himself that if he had to have a problem, being surrounded by perfect women with insatiable sex drives was one of the very best kinds of problems to have..

Alan went back to his room to relax after dinner. He lay on his bed, thinking. Wow. Today's working out to be a restful day, after all. Only four times today. Not bad, considering how things started out. The "punishment" to have Susan and Katherine stay clear was key. I need to have more punishments like that. This week at school is going to be really tough, with all the tests and papers coming up. I'm going to have to be really firm in limiting the hanky panky. In fact, I've had plenty of fun this weekend. A hell of a lot of fun. I should really hit the books tonight. ... Though I wouldn't be averse to fucking Mom in the ass just one time before I go to bed. She seems really into the idea. Five climaxes would still be a good number for the day. Maybe I can use that as my homework reward.

CHAPTER 10

Little did Alan realize, but his plan to get a lot of homework done was doomed to failure. Certain plans were already in motion. When Alan left to go play video games with his friend, he left a very bummed Susan behind. Katherine figured he would be gone all afternoon, so she took off for the beach, leaving Susan all alone. For Susan, an entire day with Alan gone and not even a chance of a blowjob was disheartening. It was like her life had gone from color to black and white. She milled about the house trying to do some errands, but feeling very lethargic. The sound of the clock ticking in the kitchen rang loudly in her ears.

Amy had been stopping by every now and then, looking for Alan. She'd missed him during his nap and then again just after he left to go to his friend's house. The next time she came by, she saw that Susan needed cheering up and stayed. Amy was her usual, unflappably cheery self. But rather than being cheered up, Susan ended up bringing Amy down, because Amy also greatly missed Alan after finally having made love to him the night before. But what really disappointed the both of them was when Alan came home and then left again with Suzanne before either Susan or Amy even had a chance to say hello.

Susan practically looked like she wanted to cry. So Amy suggested, "Let's not just sit here and mope. Let's do something fun! Let's go somewhere!"

Susan brightened a bit. "You could talk me into that. I've hardly been leaving the house lately. But where to go?"

"I know!" Amy said brightly. "Why don't we go to that store Suzanne and Katherine went to with all the sexy stuff? I'm still so bummed Mom didn't buy anything for me last time, and I have some money saved up."

Susan was both excited and frightened. "I don't know. I'd love to get some more clothing to look good for Alan, but I'm a bit of a scaredy cat out in public."

"That's why we should go together!" Amy answered. "I'm scared to go into a place like that too, so going together would be good for both of us. Too bad Katherine's not here, or we could make a team. ... Hey, what if we invite Brenda to go, too? With her around, that could take the attention off of us." There was no doubt about that - Brenda's tits were always the center of attention and could even draw eyes away from the likes of Susan. "And gosh! I have another idea! We could surprise everyone with another fashion show this evening! The three of us could get some clothes for Suzanne and Katherine too, and make everyone really happy."

Amy's enthusiasm was infectious, but Susan still doubted. "I don't know. The fashion show might be going too far. We promised to take it easy on Alan today." She thought of the no penis touching punishment she and Katherine shared. "And I'm not really a big fan of Brenda and her absurd monster truck-sized tits. But I suppose we could give her a call..."

A short time later, the three of them found themselves at Stephanie's, the lingerie and sex shop Suzanne and Katherine had recently gone to. Brenda was ecstatic at the selection of clothes, and seemingly bought the whole store. The employee Ginger, who helped Suzanne and Katherine with much more than their purchases, was working there that day. But she was a total stranger to Brenda, Susan, and Amy, so nothing sexual happened between them. Susan especially barely had the guts to even go to the store - the idea of making love or even flirting in such a public place was completely beyond the pale for her.

Brenda found herself buying lots of clothing with S and M themes, and in fact bought virtually nothing else. Susan also bought heaps of clothes; Amy less so because she had less to spend.

Brenda went back to her home when they were done while Amy stayed over at the Plummers. Susan cooked and ate dinner with an extra spring in her step and twinkle in her eye, which is what made Alan suspicious during dinner that something was afoot.

When Alan met Amy at the table, he affectionately rubbed his hand in her hair and said, "Hey Aims, how's it going?"

Amy replied with a clueless voice and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "Okay, but it seems I have really bad breath. Do you have any idea what to do about that?"

Alan thought back to their "bad breath" history and immediately got hard. He leaned over Amy and whispered, "Damn you. Look at the bulge you made. I think you're as evil as Heather."

Amy just clapped her hands and cackled with glee.

Alan was kicking back and reading a book in the living room around 8 PM when the doorbell rang. Amy, Katherine, and Susan were all hanging out in the room together, but Susan insisted that Alan get the door.

When Alan opened the door he saw Brenda standing there, wearing an overcoat and carrying two big bags. "Hi Alan, it's me Brenda. Remember me from the card games?"

Alan dropped his mouth open. "Remember? Are you kidding me? How could I ever possibly forget? Please come in!"

She walked in, looking very stern. She almost looked pissed off. Alan couldn't figure out why, but it was because she was steeling her nerves. She said to herself, Okay girl, don't lose it like you did last time. He's just a kid. This time, we're going to show who's who, and have HIM eating out of MY hand!

She took off her overcoat, and revealed some kind of transparent nightie. But it was so clingy it seemed like she was wearing Saran-Wrap. Both shoulder straps immediately fell off, but the nightie was so tight that it didn't even slip down.

She looked at him with a nearly menacing face. "So Alan, we meet again. Now I can reveal for the others that we're going to have a fashion show. But we'll see this time just who can handle things and who is going to lose control!"

Brenda was half a foot shorter than the over six foot tall Alan, even with the fuck-me pumps she was wearing. But she stepped on the bottom rung of a coat rack next to the front door, and raised herself up so a protruding nipple nearly poked him in the face. She could only keep her balance there for a few seconds, but Alan correctly interpreted the move, her expression, and her words as a challenge.

He looked back towards the living room, where the other females were. They were all smiling at him. He asked them, "So, is it true? Another fashion show?"

Katherine replied with a deadpan expression, "No, we just said that so Brenda would come over dressed like that. We actually plan for you to fuck her right in the living room while we all watch."

Alan looked back at Brenda. Her mouth was hanging open and her composure and confidence she'd shown mere seconds earlier was completely gone. She stammered, but no words came out.

"Naaahhh, just kidding!" That was Katherine again. "Of course we're just having a fashion show. Isn't it cool? I just found out myself a few minutes ago. Brenda, get your bags and come over here. Let's get started."

Brenda was still shaken, but recovered her composure somewhat. She gave Alan a wink and then sauntered further into the house, strutting her amazing body with exaggerated moves, making her giant breasts sway and jiggle in a way she knew would attract Alan's attention. She joined the other women, who all turned to face Alan as everyone stood in the living room. Alan's eyes rarely left Brenda, since she was wearing transparent clothing and the rest were fully dressed.

Alan asked, "Where's Suzanne?"

Susan replied, "I don't know. I keep trying to call her, but she doesn't answer, even though her car is out front. Amy dear, can you run over and get her? Tell her that Brenda is here for our second fashion show. I'm sure her sex drive and competitive nature will do the rest."

Suzanne was over in minutes flat; her hair was still wet from the bath Alan knew she must have suddenly aborted. He noted with some private amusement that she still walked funny. Suzanne immediately sat down and stayed sitting to hide the fact that she'd been so thoroughly fucked.

Suzanne seemed completely unfazed by the fashion show idea and in fact immediately took charge. She announced, "All right, now that we're all here, we can begin. Alan, as you can see, we're having another surprise fashion show for you. Lucky bastard." She smiled.

Susan spoke up. "However, there's one fly in the ointment. The last fashion show went too far and almost spun out of control. So this time, no touching."

"No touching?!?" Alan asked incredulously. "But that... Wait. Not even my penis? You mean, Mom, that you're not even going to stroke my... Aaah. I nearly forgot. Good for you for remembering. Now I know the real reason for the no touching rule."

Susan blushed. The others looked disappointed and confused.

Alan explained, "I told Susan and Katherine that they weren't allowed to touch my penis whatsoever for the rest of the day, due to some naughtiness they did this morning."

Amy, surprisingly, spoke up. "That may be. But why should the rest of us suffer for their crimes?"

Brenda seconded that with a "Yeah!"

Suzanne attacked the problem more logically. "Susan, don't tell me you expect Alan to watch the entire fashion show without someone stroking his cock? Think how terribly the poor boy will suffer. I for one couldn't bear it."

Susan hadn't thought that through. She replied defensively, "Well, of course I don't mean that. It goes without saying that Alan's iron cock needs to be stroked any time he wants it, by anyone he wants. I guess for this one time someone other than Katherine and myself will have to be put in charge of those duties. What I meant was no touching the women on display, or things will get out of hand for sure. This is supposed to be a rest day for my Tiger, after all."

Alan protested, "But, but, the touching is the best part! I mean, look at Brenda here. She's wearing something really interesting. I don't even know what it is. Is that some kind of plastic or something? Can't I touch something like that, when there's an interesting costume?"

"Well, okay," Susan conceded. "But only touch the fabric of the costumes. No skin! And Suzanne is going to be a strict enforcer of the rules, since I seem to have a track record of getting a little bit lax. This is a case in point. Not even one minute and I'm already bending the rules."

Alan immediately took advantage of the new rules and explored Brenda's costume while the other four women went off to change clothes. Because her ultra-thin outfit covered both her tits and pussy, he could explore both areas without violating the rules. Brenda tried to maintain a stern, uncaring attitude but found her resolve melting from nearly the instant he started touching her. Alan tried hard to stimulate her clit, but the Saran-Wrap type covering proved an annoying hindrance. He had better luck with her nipples, since they stuck out so outrageously far to begin with.

Brenda meanwhile grabbed at Alan's penis through his shorts and again issued her bold challenge. "Last time I was too overwhelmed by everything, but this time I'm gonna show you. So you'd better take care, buster. If I'm the one put in charge of tending to this baby, you'd better watch out."

"Show me?" he asked. "Are you going to show me your tit-mountains? Because I can already see them. And feel them." He pulled on her nipples, stretching her tits forward. Her outfit made all kinds of crinkly noises. "Or your ass? I think I've got that pretty well covered too." His hands dropped behind and grabbed the globes of her cheeks firmly.

"Two can play that game," she responded confidently, and she unzipped his shorts.

She reached to grab his penis, but Alan said, "Wait. We haven't determined whose job that is yet."

Brenda was rendered speechless. She couldn't believe Alan could have that level of self-control to turn down at least a handjob. But she wanted to prove that she had self-control too, so she just closed her eyes and tried not to get too excited while Alan continued to fondle her. She could sense that she was already losing the battle of wills as Alan's penis swayed and bobbed temptingly in front of her. She prayed for the others to hurry up before she climaxed.

Because of the rule change, the outfits changed too. The women all tried to wear items that technically covered their privates so Alan would be allowed to grope at them, but at the same time they tried to expose enough skin to entice him. See-through items were suddenly very popular.

The other four women disappeared for a total of about five minutes while Alan played with Brenda's body. Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine came back all wearing more revealing outfits. They also carried the dining room table into the living room - the heavy wooden table was sturdy enough for someone to stand on, so that would be the "stage."

Suzanne announced, "Before we start, we have to resolve who gets to stroke the penis. I have a novel suggestion to up the stakes. If Alan finds an outfit particularly appealing, the person who wore it gets to stroke him. If he REALLY likes the outfit, that person gets to blow him. But only until the next winner comes along." She wore a see-through nightgown - tempting, but nothing that could be counted as one of the official costumes.

"What if Katherine or Susan win?" Brenda asked.

"Since Alan made the punishment, he can choose to break it. If he wants to be a real hard ass, he could just never pick them."

"And who gets to hold him now, until the first winner?"

Suzanne replied, "Because of the punishment and Amy getting ready, and Brenda being a stranger, I suppose it falls to me." She grinned an impish grin. "Sound good, Sweetie?"

"Sounds very good," he agreed.

Amy was the first act. A minute later, she appeared on the stage in the middle of the living room. Suzanne was already sitting next to Alan, happily stroking up and down his penis with Vaseline-covered hands. Brenda grabbed the other prized spot on the couch next to Alan. She hoped that would help the odds of her replacing Suzanne next.

Amy wore a black latex dominatrix outfit. This particular outfit left Amy's ass and pussy bare, but her tits (barely) covered. She wore black boots that went up to mid-thigh, and black gloves that went half way up her upper arm. There was a thick collar around the neck with a ring in front where a chain could be attached.

As each woman did that evening, Amy got on the "stage" (really just a large, low table set up in front of the TV in the living room) and showed herself off. Masturbating, fondling, and contorting one's body into dramatic positions were all highly encouraged. Alan was impressed. Amy is really learning how to flaunt herself. She's a quick learner. Her face looks so much more sultry and experienced than it ever did before. Is that just because I fucked her last night? Or is it because she's being more honest now and not pretending to be so clueless?

Picking up from where the last fashion show left off, talking was highly encouraged too. Amy gave a running dialogue of just how she was feeling, as all the women would do when it was their turn on the stage.

Amy's vocals were much more sultry and serious than the "gosh" and "wow" dialogue she normally spoke in. She sat up on her knees and ran her hands all over her body. "Alan, I feel sooo horny. You made me into a woman last night. A real woman. You popped my cherry. Now I want to thank you. I want to make you feel good. So good." Now she focused her hands on her open, shaved pussy. "I want you to fuck me again. Fuck me hard! Stuff your fat thing right up my tight hole and make me scream. I just love to scream your name, Alan. My boyfriend! Fuck your girlfriend first and then fuck my mother. Then fuck us both together. I know you'd like that."

Amy winked at Suzanne, and Suzanne's mouth hung open in surprise. Suzanne wasn't used to seeing Amy like this, but she didn't do anything. She just thought as she pumped on Alan's prick, I have to have that talk with Amy soon. I need to straighten her out on some things. I have my limits in pleasing Alan. I am NOT going to writhe around all over my own daughter while the two of us suck and fuck him at the same time. No way. That is such a slippery slope to incest, especially with Amy looking so fuckable and me so horny for women lately. Too dangerous! I can't even believe I called her fuckable!

Amy turned around and bent over so her ass hung high in the air. "Fuck me up the ass! You think my cunt is tight? Try my ass. It's even tighter. I don't even know if you'll fit your monster in there. It's quivering, just waiting to be poked by you. You think my mother's hands on your penis feel good right now? That's nothing compared to how good you'll feel when you give it to me up my back door. You're a sex machine, Alan. I know it. I want it. I've got to have it. You're the only one I could ever want, so give it to me. Up the ass!"

Suddenly she turned around and pulled the black latex off of her tits. "Or fuck my tits. Do you want them? I give them to you. I give my whole body to you. My body is yours now. Do anything you want to me, anytime. Anywhere. Fuck me in class! Fuck me right in the middle of school, up the ass. I'll dress like this to school tomorrow, and so will Katherine. Then you can fuck us both in front of the whole school. Fuck the whole cheerleader team, one after another, right in front of everyone! Everyone in school needs to know that you control the whole cheerleading squad with your excellent fucking. Everyone has to know what a great fucker you are! Fuck the team one by one in front of a school assembly!"

Susan, Suzanne, and Brenda thought Amy was just feeding Alan's fantasies. Little did they realize he really was fucking the whole cheerleading squad. They, and Katherine, also frequently imagined Amy's words directed at them instead of Alan. Each of them, including Suzanne, imagined sex with Amy, though Suzanne consciously denied admitting what was making her so aroused.

Amy, still on her knees, suddenly leaned far back, arching her back until her head touched the floor behind her. "Or you can fuck my mouth. Sit on my face and fuck my mouth just like it's another pussy. Do it here, do it in school, do it anywhere. Do it in me. Do it on me. Do it all over me! Let me deep throat you. Make the back of my throat a second cunt..."

Once she got started like this, Amy had no intention of stopping until she got thoroughly fucked. Nor did any of the other women during their turns. So Suzanne took on the additional responsibility of keeping time and limiting each woman to five minutes on stage. Actually, sometimes it turned out to be less than five minutes, because sometimes whomever the "cock tender" was would call time out if Alan got too close to a climax. But that would rarely happen because the five minutes spent changing would usually leave Alan alone long enough for him to calm down so he could get excited all over again.

When time was finally called on Amy, she got down off the stage and went a few feet forward until she rubbed right up against Alan. Now was his time to "inspect the uniform." Since the uniform covered part of her tits, it was "legal" for him to touch her there, and he spent most of his attention on her twin peaks. But from the very beginning, the no touching skin rule was very loosely enforced. All the while, Suzanne continued to stroke his penis. He spoke towards the stage. "Wow, Amy, you really surprised me. I could hardly even recognize your voice. It's so low and sensual."

She was back in her usual voice now. "Cool! I've been practicing that voice, like they do on TV. I want to sound more husky and sensual like Mom does, not all squeaky. And the past couple hours I've been thinking of what I would say. I just hope I have something else to say in the next rounds. It's scary! But fun."

"Don't worry, you did great. And I'm sure you'll do even better as the evening goes on. Amy, you did so good, I think you win the full blowjob award."

"Goody!" She got on her knees before him in a flash and threw off the rest of her costume.

Susan complained, "I don't know, Son. You're probably almost ready to blow after that performance."

"No, I'm still good. And you have to admit Amy deserves a special reward for increasing her fuckability so much. Isn't she transformed from Miss Innocent to a total sexpot?"

"Well, okay. But let's keep it to a minute before the break. And good job, Amy."

Amy commented as she held Alan's penis in her hands, "Actually, it's not half as hard as I thought to say sexy stuff, 'cos it's all so true. I really, really want Alan to fuck me so bad. All I have to do is speak my mind." She began to lick the tip of his penis. "Gosh, it's so good!" Then she swallowed his penis head and attacked it like she absolutely had to get him off before her one allotted minute ended.

Alan thought to himself, I've always considered Amy passive. Always ready to go with the flow, but not an initiator. But now I'm learning she has very strong desires. There's a lot more to her than I've ever figured.

CHAPTER 11

Katherine went next. She picked an outfit that held her boobs up and out, since she was continually worried that her boobs were too small compared to the others in the group. She held her arms underneath her rack to push them out even further. The outfit also showed her ass off to nice effect. The skirt was a wiry, transparent thing that stood stiffly away from her body, concealing next to nothing. Her banter was similar to Amy's except that she tended to get even more carried away with fantasies and role-playing.

After hearing Amy beg to be fucked for five minutes and then Katherine beg the same for another five, Alan was ready to fuck anything and everything. Even more so because Amy resumed her cocksucking all during Katherine's performance. But he held back because he wanted the evening to go on a long time.

Susan was up next. The only difference with her was that her talk focused entirely on cocksucking instead of fucking. Neither she nor her daughter won even the right to stroke his penis due to their earlier punishment, so Amy kept going, switching to a handjob when her five minute reward period ended.

Then it was Suzanne's turn. She won the handjob prize and took over from her daughter.

Then Brenda went up. She was very nervous, knowing that a successful performance could put her hands or mouth on the penis she'd been sitting next to and practically salivating over. Because she was a relative stranger, she felt too shy to articulate her thoughts. She didn't know where she stood. So she was mostly quiet and just let her extraordinary body do all the talking. But that wasn't enough. Alan passed her over for what they now called the "cock tender" position.

And then it began all over again. Everyone got more and more horny. Lots of alcohol helped drive all the women into higher and higher levels of arousal as the evening went on. Alan abstained - he figured nothing could make him feel better than he already was, with a selection of just about the five most beautiful females he'd ever seen to pleasure him whenever he wanted.

Amy, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne went one after another, each one about as arousing as can be. Again, Alan denied Katherine and Susan any reward, though his resolve was most definitely weakening.

Then came Brenda's second turn. She was determined to take Alan's penis from Suzanne and Amy's "lock" on it. She decided the key was to talk sexily, and she knew what turned Alan on the most: mother-son incest. So she began telling in exquisite detail all the things she wanted to do with her own son, Adrian. She figured that Alan would make the easy leap to imagining her as Susan and Adrian as himself. That worked, and in fact, it had the accidental side effect of making Susan horny beyond all comprehension.

Brenda said things like, "And to think, I used to think that incest was all wrong. Now I know that Mommy love is the very best kind. I'm going to have to go home tonight and show Adrian all the things I want to do with you. The only thing is, Adrian isn't a sex stud like you are. I'm just going to have to fuck him and pretend that I'm your Mommy instead. I need to fuck a real man! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy!"

This was so exciting for Susan that she screamed and came on the spot. Then everyone chuckled at Susan's efforts to act casual afterwards.

It was a testament to Alan's self-control that he managed not to cum as well, but he knew he couldn't last long. He called Brenda over and said, "Great job! Come here and take my cum."

But rather than a handjob or even a blowjob, it seemed only appropriate to have a titfuck, since it was Brenda. He inserted his penis in Brenda's deep valley, but his penis was pulsing and straining so hard that it was all over after only a few strokes. He blew his load all over Brenda's face, which was a nice bonus.

Brenda had been relatively in control up until now, but she managed to push herself over the edge with her sexy talk and display. She wailed and jiggled as she came at the same time as Alan. In fact, just about everybody came in one loud scream-fest.

After it was over, Alan joked, "That's what I call a moving performance. Not a dry seat in the house. But I'm going to need a break before Alan Junior here can enjoy the rest of the show. Why don't we take a ten minute break? Mom, can you get some snacks and more drinks?"

So they took a much-needed break. Suzanne immediately grabbed daughter Amy and calling her by her affectionate nickname, said, "Honey Pie, can we talk alone for a minute?"

Amy naturally replied, "M'kay," and the two of them went to the back patio and closed the sliding door behind them. The fact that they were both naked and outside barely even registered with either of them.

Standing next to the pool, Suzanne looked into her daughter's face intently and struggled for something to say. Finally she started with, "Honey Pie, you realize that you and I are being put into some pretty sexual situations together lately."

"Yep! Isn't it great?"

"Well, yeah, of course. But I'm specifically speaking of you and me together, not one of us with Alan. It's just a matter of time until you and I are going to be put into some kind of compromising situation. For instance, Alan might ask the two of us to blow him off at the same time. Or maybe he'll even want to fuck us together."

"Oooh! Good idea! Why don't we ask him if he wants to do that tomorrow?"

"Aaaaamy! You're not getting it! My point is we should NOT do that. You're my daughter. My REAL daughter. Since both of us are obviously into women as well as men, I'm afraid that if we get together, we'll end up doing things with each other. Sexual things."

Amy blinked several times. "And that would be bad?"

"YES! Very bad! Incest! Remember that Alan and Katherine are adopted. We're the only ones in this group dealing with real incest. I want you to promise me that you'll agree not to get into any potentially incestuous situation with me."

"Mom, I can't promise that. That would ruin all the fun. I mean, don't you want there to be a big group orgy? How can we do that if you're all uptight about this? Anyway, what about Brenda? She has a son and she's all in favor of fucking him. So how can that be bad?"

"Amy, I'm shocked. You always agree to whatever I ask of you. What's gotten into you?"

"Alan's penis, for one thing." Amy giggled. "Come on, Mom. I'm an adult now. It's not like you and I can have babies! I love you and want to love you in a physical way too. Are you saying you're not attracted to me? I'm hurt." She pouted.

Suzanne was very flustered. "No. That's not it. Of course I'm attracted. I'm so proud of what a beautiful, wonderful lady you've become." Suzanne's eyes started to tear up as she thought about her love for Amy and how quickly Amy had grown up. She mourned the loss of the little girl she once knew. But she wasn't the crying type, and fought off the feeling before it gained hold.

Seeing that Suzanne had composed herself and was about to speak, Amy beat her mother to the punch. "You know, Mom. I'm not a little girl. I may not be all super-schemy like you, but I can still see things. I can see how you're trying to find a place by Alan's side. And so you're having some uncomfortable competition with Susan. You don't mean to hurt her, but you also don't want to lose Alan to her."

Suzanne just blinked. She was surprised. She knew Amy extremely well and objectively knew what Amy was capable of, but nonetheless her overall image of her daughter was slow to change. She quietly said, "Yes?"

Amy started chewing on a celery stick that came from a snack bowl in the living room. "The way I see it," she said casually while chewing, "Alan and Susan have the incest thing, which is really powerful. Look what happened when Brenda started going off on it a couple of minutes ago. Instant super climax. We're not family with him, like Katherine and Susan. But we're family with each other. We could use that to our advantage to even things up a bit. Like, have Alan fuck a mother and daughter at the same time. It would totally turn him on. Totally! You need every advantage." She kept chewing on the celery.

Suzanne smiled. "Amy! You sneaky... Pestridge. Heh! You're just like your mother. You're having the same issue with Katherine as I'm having with Susan, aren't you? I thought you were completely accepting of everything."

"I am, but that doesn't mean I don't want to get more attention sometimes. As long as Alan puts me in the inner group, I'm cool. But I kind of feel on the edge of the group, still."

Suzanne stroked Amy's hair adoringly. "Don't worry, Honey Pie. You're in the inner group. Don't forget you're his official girlfriend. I'll try to look out for you, too, okay? You're right that we should work together. But I can't be with you physically. Can you understand that? And accept it?"

Amy pondered. "Hmm. I'll try. But I really think you should change your mind. Can you think about that, too?"

Suzanne agreed. "Okay, I will, but only if you think about what I want. Incest with an adopted family member or step-relative is one thing, but real incest is something else."

Amy replied, "M'kay. But shouldn't everyone be able to love everyone else? Isn't that the best? If we all love each other unconditionally?"

Suzanne didn't answer the question; she just waved Amy away so she could think. My daughter is so frustratingly incorrigible. But her ideas about love are so endearing, too. I don't really want to change that. And she can be so sneaky. She made some good points. I need every edge I can get, and trying to stop Amy and me from doing anything physical is such an uphill fight. But it's just not right!

CHAPTER 12

The game resumed. The third round brought out Alan's favorite outfit of the evening. Ironically, it wasn't a new purchase at all. Susan came out on her turn dressed in Katherine's cheerleader outfit. Since both mother and daughter were nearly six feet tall, the uniform fit Susan almost perfectly. She burst into the room leaping and waving her pompoms, in a great parody/imitation of the moves she'd often seen Katherine do. Alan and the rest burst into laughter. Susan had pulled the top up over her chest though, so her tits bounced wildly. She also didn't have any underwear on, and it seemed just about every move she made caused the skirt to rise up and expose her pussy or ass.

It was Katherine's turn to stroke Alan since she'd won most recently (Susan and Katherine's punishment had been forgotten somewhere along the way), so Susan focused her cheer on that fact. "Go, Angel, go!" Susan jumped and shook her pompoms. "Who's going to suck that penis? Angel! Suck suck suck! Fuck fuck fuck! Stroke stroke stroke!" She thrust both pompoms in a different direction with each repetitive word.

"Stroke that penis Angel, stroke it good! Stroke that cum-filled boy, stroke his wood! Goooooo Angel! Goooooo Angel! Suck his cock, suck your brother! Suck his cock or let your mother! Goooooo Angel! Goooooo Angel!"

Susan crouched down low, and with one last, especially prolonged, "Gooooooooo Angel!" jumped high into the air. She came crashing down onto the ground and from there moved into a splits position that placed her wide open pussy right before Alan's eyes. This final flourish wasn't done nearly as deftly as a real cheerleader would have done it - she even had to adjust her skirt when she was all done to give Alan a clear shot of her beaver - but she made up for that with her obvious enthusiasm and effort. Everyone clapped except for Katherine, who took Susan's encouragement literally and switched to simultaneously sucking the top of Alan's penis while jacking off the rest.

Alan was aroused, but equally amused. He never imagined he would see his mother prancing around like a sixteen year old high school student and he laughed out loud during her entire routine, especially at the absurdity of cheering on a cocksucking. Man, I thought things were surreal before, but this takes the cake. The complete cake. There's no way this is real. It's so completely bizarre! My mom is growing more hip and funny every day. She has developed such a sense of humor. I feel like I'm going to wake up from a very long dream at any moment and find the old mom covered from head to toe with her bows and thick blouses...

As Susan came over to stand before him for the now traditional outfit inspection, Alan commented, "You all are diabolical, you realize that? Evil and diabolical. I love it. Whose brilliant idea was this costume?" He caressed Susan's ass through the skirt, but didn't stick with the rules very long. Since it was his mother, he knew she wouldn't exactly complain when he attacked her exposed tits and explored underneath the skirt.

Susan proudly replied as he ran a hand through her bush, "My idea. Your mommy does nothing all day but think of new ways to make you hard." Interrupting herself, she noticed Katherine's head bobbing up and down in Alan's lap, and playfully hit her daughter's head with a pompom. Katherine had won the "cock tender" position just a few minutes earlier, but she hadn't won blowjob privileges. So Susan complained, "Angel! Stop that right now or you're going to make Alan cum too much tonight. This is his day of rest, remember?"

Katherine sat up and returned to merely lightly stroking him. But she complained, "Mom, no fair. You stole my cheerleader look. It's hard enough to compete with you as it is, and now he's totally loving this, too."

Alan interjected, even as his fingers under the cheerleader skirt found their way into Susan's pussy in a G-spot search, "Sis, I love you in the cheerleader outfit too. It's just that a reversal of roles can be especially arousing. If you try acting and looking like Mom it'll be the same effect. For instance, some morning you could surprise me by cooking breakfast in Mom's erotic apron. If you did that, I just might have to give you the assfucking of your life."

That made Katherine feel much better, and she resolved to follow his exact suggestion very soon. Alan then commented to Susan, "And I gotta say, Mom, impressive vertical clearance, too! Michael Jordan's got nothing on you." Everyone laughed good-naturedly at that, as they did throughout Susan's entire cheerleading performance.

Alan's fingers in Susan's pussy caused Susan to buckle over and fall to her knees a minute later as she had a climax. Suzanne could no longer pretend to ignore Alan's violations of the rules, and so the women all left Alan alone to change into other outfits. Susan won the full blowjob reward for her cheerleading routine.

By this time, the third round of stage appearances was ending. Brenda walked onto the stage, the last act of the third round. Her outfit was something a dominatrix would wear. But it was even more over the top than the first two outfits she wore. Her black leather left her vital parts exposed, especially her huge tits. She rakishly wore long gloves and boots on just one side of her body. But what was really outrageous was that she wore handcuffs on one wrist, and a chain between her ankles, limiting how widely she could stride. None of the others had ever seen real handcuffs and chains being worn before.

As Brenda crawled up on the table, Suzanne spoke up. "Brenda, before you start, I'm curious. Are you supposed to be the dominant one or the submissive one? We don't know anything about this S and M stuff."

"I'm supposed to be the dominatrix!" Brenda said as she stood up and whipped an imaginary whip through the air.

"So why the ankle chains? Isn't that a submissive thing?"

"I don't know," Brenda replied honestly. "It was just something I bought today and wanted to show off. Actually, I don't know anything about S and M either."

Katherine asked, "What, you mean with all these outfits, you've never done anything like that? Your ankles are chained together, for crying out loud. Have you ever been spanked?"

Brenda shyly shook her head no. The reason she'd given herself for buying this type of clothing was so she could impress Alan with a dominant, forceful presence, instead of the helplessly orgasming woman she'd been last time.

Suzanne playfully added, "I think our dominatrix here needs some practical training. What if we gave you a spanking, Brenda? How would you like if Mommy gives you a spanking for being so naughty?"

Suzanne was just kidding, as everyone was making running commentary on everyone else's performances by now, but the effect of Brenda was something extraordinary. She acted like a jolt of energy shot through her. And when Suzanne said "Mommy" it was like a second, even more powerful shock hit Brenda. Her eyes went wide and she nearly fell to the floor.

"Whoa!" Suzanne said in surprise. "It looks like someone here really likes the idea of a spanking. What if one of us gives you a spanking? Would you like that?"

"No, I've never... Not since I was a kid... It would be so..." Brenda collapsed onto the stage, apparently overwhelmed by the idea. "Anyways, I have to do my act. For Alan. I have to..." Brenda's shoulders and knees were now on the ground. She stuck her ass up into the air, and pulled back her tiny leather skirt to expose her ass. Her wiggling ass looked like it was dying for a good spanking.

Katherine commented, "I think it would be more entertaining for us all if your act consisted of a spanking this time. Alan could give it to you. What do you think, Big 18 Wheeler Brother?"

"Hmm. I'm not really into that kind of thing," Alan replied, while he mused if an 18 wheel truck could qualify as a phallic object. "But Brenda looks like she really wants it. Needs it, even."

"No! No, you're wrong," Brenda said adamantly, but even as she said this, she spread her legs wider until the ankle chain stopped her, making her ass that much more of a tempting target. The fact was, the fashion show had slowly worn down her defenses, and she was on the verge of completely losing all self-control.

"I think that's a yes," Amy noted, giggling.

Alan looked at Susan. She was focusing on sucking his penis, and wasn't paying much attention to Brenda. He said to her, "Sorry, Mom, but I've gotta get up for a minute."

She let the penis pop out of her mouth with a crestfallen face. "Okay, Tiger, but please come back quickly. Mommy's not happy unless she has Tiger's woody in her hands or mouth."

Alan was afraid to get up on the table, as he didn't know it would hold two people. So he stood right at the edge, and put a hand at the base of Brenda's back. "I'm going to give you a spanking now, Brenda. You've been very bad. Very naughty."

Brenda appeared to be crying. She braced herself for a smack. "Yes, I've been very naughty," she agreed. Alan couldn't understand why she was crying or so readily agreeing to being naughty, but he stopped thinking about it and just gave her a solid smack on her butt.

"Ow!" She cried out. "Yes!" She fell the rest of the way to the ground, and had what was obviously an incredibly intense orgasm. Her body was suddenly a moving target as she writhed around, but Alan aimed for and found her pussy, and stuck two fingers into it. That drove her even wilder. She let out a high pitched squeal. Her legs kicked in every direction, only somewhat restrained by the chains tying her ankles together.

Then, suddenly, the scream stopped because she passed out. Brenda's body continued to twitch and throb. A few awkward moments passed as Alan tried to figure out what to do. Katherine giggled, and joked, "I think you killed her, Bro." But just after she said that, Brenda started to revive.

It appeared that as soon as Brenda awoke and recalled her situation, the thoughts were too exciting, because she broke into yet another round of orgasms. Alan just left her alone this time, thinking out loud, "That is ooooone sensitive woman!"

When the five minute buzzer went off, signaling the end of Brenda's time on stage, she was still bucking wildly in the throes of orgasm. No one was even close to touching her - she was lost in her own little world. She had to be carried off the stage, and collapsed into a sofa. Alan wanted to give her the blowjob award for such a unique and inspiring performance, but she was too far gone to do it. So the show went on.

There was another ten minute break for snacks after Brenda's spanking, mostly so Brenda could recover. Then they went through another round. Brenda was still so shaken and out of control that when it came to her turn, she could do little more than get up on stage and steadily cum. She was so highly aroused from the whole situation that no one needed to even touch her to set her off. She was rewarded with her first handjob duties of the evening.

Then Amy was the next one up, to start the fifth round. She wore a cat costume. A leopard skin design covered what little cloth there was. There was some fabric around the waist, but it failed to cover the ass, pussy, or tits. A pair of cat ears made Amy look cute and sexy at the same time. But what all the women really loved about the outfit was the cat tail. It came straight out of Amy's ass crack. There was in fact an anal dildo attached to one end of the tail, and the dildo was the only way the tail stayed on.

By this point in the evening, Amy was so sloshed from alcohol and so sexually aroused that she had no problem getting into the cat role. She naturally crawled around on all fours, and referred to herself as "the pussy." As the evening went on things were becoming more interactive, so she didn't even go up on the stage. Instead, she crawled from female to female, asking them to "pet the pussy." They generally reached between her legs and did just that, as well as petting the ass, tits, and everywhere else. Brenda in particular was fascinated by Amy's shaved bush, and stroked it whenever Amy was near.

Amy took turns licking all of their toes while many hands ran all over her. Suzanne however restrained herself from touching Amy, because of her incest concerns. Yet Suzanne found it tough. Amy was so alluring that Suzanne found herself profoundly lusting her daughter and only her strong willpower kept her from acting.

Finally, Amy reached Alan. It happened to be Katherine's turn to stroke his penis. A still frazzled and exhausted Brenda sat on the other side of him.

"Your pet is here, Alan," Amy said as she started in on licking his toes. She knew her big ass was one of her best assets, so she stuck it as high up towards him as she could. "I'm a pussy for you. Your pet. Meow. I'm a human pussy. What are you going to do with this pussy in front of you? Are you going to stroke it? It loves to be stroked. Meow, meow. Or are you going to fuck it! It looooooves to be fucked! But you're the only master of this pet. Only you can fuck her. So fuck her! Fuck her good. Pleeeeaaassseee!" She looked up with hungry eyes, but then bent back down towards his toes.

Amy said "please" so imploringly and desperately that Alan felt the need to respond. "Sorry, I can't. You know the rules. But don't worry. Master loves his pet. I'll fuck you again soon."

Amy continued to lick his toes for some more moments, something he found surprisingly arousing. Finally she looked up with a sparkle in her eyes, and said, "Oh, Alan! This pet loves her master too. She'll remember your promise, because she loves to be fucked. She's going to be fucked soon. By her master!"

She raised her head up so it was near his crotch. She ostentatiously licked her lips with her tongue at the sight of his penis being stroked. "Oh yes master, stroke me! Touch me. Feel this pussy's pussy. Yes! I've gotta have your touch. Yes!"

Alan put one hand on her ass and the other on her shaved pussy. After further begging, he shoved his fingers up inside. Generally she licked her way up his legs when she wasn't begging. But it was all too much for him. He said, "Quick Amy, come get your reward. That's a good pet. Get your prize."

Amy was having a sexual breakthrough evening. She almost always won the blowjob award, while the other women won it only rarely.

Alan stood up, partly to make himself accessible to Amy's mouth, and partly to shake Katherine's hands from his penis.

Amy looked up and briefly panted with her tongue hanging out, more like a dog than a cat. But certainly like a faithful pet. Then she put her mouth over his penis and took him very deep. Almost immediately, Alan shot his load far into her mouth and down her throat. She was nearly deep throating him, but not quite. She swallowed it all, without any gagging. Brenda by this point was still managing to explore Amy's ass, and was doing it more than mere politeness of the situation would dictate. Katherine also made the best of her temporary penis deprivation and firmly grabbed Amy's nipples and pulled. Between the penis in her mouth and two women caressing her, Amy had an amazing orgasm.

Alan too was so overwhelmed that he briefly lost consciousness. After blanking for a few seconds, he slowly came to, and eventually looked around him. Everyone's orgasms were done by now. Amy was still between his legs, looking up at him. She was panting with her tongue hanging out and a stupid expression on her face, just like a dumb but loyal dog. She'd taken his penis so deep that there was no cum on her face.

He was suddenly struck by her remarkable body. Man, that outfit really pushes her boobs out. That puts her in the Suzanne-Susan zone, if not Brenda-esque, even. Has she been having a growth spurt lately? I think she has, just in the past few weeks. It would be just my luck - everything is going my way lately. And that ass. What an ass!

Both Brenda and Katherine on either side of him were patting Amy's head and stroking her long hair, just as if she was a pet. Brenda even said as she petted, "Good pet. Good pet. You get an extra biscuit for making master so happy. Do you like that, getting an extra biscuit?" Amy wagged her tongue and nodded her head up and down like she was a housebroken, trained pet. She made more meowing noises. The sight was too much for Alan to handle. He was newly flaccid, but somehow felt he would accidentally shoot his load just the same.

Alan was relieved as anyone when Susan announced a minute later that that was the end of the fashion show, because he couldn't take any more stimulation. Not only physically, but mentally it was more than he could handle. He kissed Amy, Suzanne, and Brenda long good-byes and staggered off to take a cold shower. As Alan made his way up the stairs, he thought, That was great, but tomorrow I'm going to pay. I didn't do a lick of homework all weekend, and I've got important tests tomorrow! I'm fucked. I was supposed to study right when the fashion show started, but how could I possibly turn that down? But this school week is going to be brutal with work. Dang.

Things kind of got out of control today, between the way everyone is practically worshipping the ground I walk on and the way they're all calling themselves bitches and stuff. That's not right. It's fun for a little while, but I don't want that permanently. I should have said something, but I'm such a wimp. Tomorrow. I'll have more resolve tomorrow. Today is all over. What a weekend!

However, the other women weren't done. Having a group like this break up and go home was no easy task, now that there were so many "greeting" rituals to observe. The other women were all especially keen to make sure Brenda had her proper good-byes. Suzanne watched with amusement as Brenda put on her clothes to leave, including her overcoat. Then she ordered Brenda to strip naked. Brenda reluctantly did so, even as she sputtered, "But, you know, I don't like this lesbian stuff."

"You don't have to enjoy the kiss then," Suzanne replied. "I know I will, though." Suzanne leaned in and forcibly kissed Brenda on the mouth. Suzanne, as well as Susan, had a chance to kiss Brenda on Wednesday. But this was the first time Suzanne had full, unimpeded access to Brenda's naked body, and she made full use of that fact. She groped at Brenda's tits with both hands for many long minutes. Meanwhile they kissed, and though Brenda protested at first, in fact she was so horny that she kissed back with a passion. Susan and Katherine took the time to have their own good-bye kiss. Amy grew bored waiting and fondled Brenda's ass to pass the time.

When Suzanne was finally done with Brenda, she pulled away, still groping her tits, and said, "Amy may have been the pet tonight, but you're the one who's been broken. That one spanking Alan gave you broke your resistance, and now you'll do anything we say, won't you?"

Brenda mutely nodded yes. Amy was now sitting behind Brenda, and had a finger plunging in and out of her anus. Suzanne still pulled at Brenda's tits. Admitting her subservience seemed to excite Brenda further, and she had yet another orgasm as she stood. She realized her attempts to maintain some authority and dignity were a complete failure, but defeat never felt so good.

Suzanne then passed Brenda off to Katherine, and went to find someone else to kiss. And so it went round and round, a standing lesbian orgy in all but name. Brenda was passed around like a living sex doll, with some of the women kissing and handling her multiple times. Susan and Brenda kept their fingers out of holes, but the other women didn't feel so restrained.

Brenda repeatedly and loudly protested, saying things like, "For the last time, I am NOT a lesbian!" "Quit playing with my tits!" and "Please don't treat me like a slut. It feels too good!" But the wide smile on her face betrayed her true feelings.

She had every orifice thoroughly explored and had many more orgasms before she was finally allowed to put her overcoat on again, nearly an hour after the good-byes began.

Brenda left the Plummer house even more enamored of Alan and even more excited to come back than ever before. The confidence and sternness she showed when she'd arrived was long gone. She felt like a pliant sexual tool, ready to serve anyone and everyone at the Plummer house in any way they wanted. She loved it. Her only disappointment as she left was the realization that she'd barely been able to suck Alan's penis all evening. The sensation was so good that she thought she'd go crazy waiting until she could have it in her mouth again.

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