CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 18)

Alan woke up Monday morning a worried man. He thought, The fun I had over the weekend was great, but it's time to pay the piper. I've got a big math test in a matter of hours and I haven't studied at all. Nothing. And that's just the beginning; this whole week is an endless gauntlet of tests and papers.

He came downstairs and saw Susan already cooking breakfast and Katherine sitting at the dining table. Susan wiggled her ass at him and said saucily, "Does someone here want to 'get my attention?'"

Alan sighed. "Yes, I do, but unfortunately not in that way. Come, you two. Sit at the table for a minute. This is serious." They complied. "This week is going to be really tough for me at school. Really tough. I've got tests coming out my ears and I've fallen so far behind these past weeks having sexual fun that I'm really in deep shit. I have to stop all this sexual stuff, at least for a week! It's that, or I'm not going to get into a good college. I've got a test coming up today that I'm going to completely fail. You can already write a big 'F' across the top of it. My mind is in such a sexual fog that I don't even know what we've been studying lately. So, the bottom line is, we have to take a break for the week. Or else I'm screwed."

Katherine and Susan stared at him without saying a word. They looked as if he'd just told them a long-time family pet had just been run over. Susan in particular was crushed, and it wasn't the talk of failing the test that bothered her. She'd been hoping to offer her pussy for her first intercourse with her son as soon as he came home from school that day. Yet once again, there was an obstacle. Katherine, too, was heavily dismayed. She thought, I've had to put up with a no sex at home ban for a whole week, and now this?!?

Katherine was the first to recover. "Okaaay... Of course. But what about your six times a day needs? You still have to do that. And with your rescheduled Boy Scouts trip coming up this weekend, you've got to do better than six a day to compensate for two days of going without."

Alan sighed an even heavier sigh. "Shit. I forgot about the trip. Look. I'm all for keeping up my orgasm average, but I just can't take the time and keep up with school. Sex is taking all my time, not to mention my every waking thought. I tell you, I'm obsessed."

Susan butted in with a welcome thought. "I know! The stealth strokings! Remember that idea? We'll just stroke you while you do other things. That way, you can have the best of both worlds."

"I don't know..."

"Oh, come on! Give it a try. Why don't we try it right now? Your sister and I will play it completely cool. We'll be out of your hair until Friday. You won't even notice us. But there will always be a hand around your penis, making you feel good just the same."

Alan could hardly resist such a tempting offer. They started immediately. All throughout breakfast, Katherine and Susan took turns calmly stroking his penis. There was no outrageous nakedness or dirty talk or aggressive moves - just a steady stroking that kept him in a state of constant arousal from the time he sat down to eat at the dining table until the time he left for school. He ate his eggs and pancakes and read the newspaper while a hand (or hands) under the table jacked him back and forth for nearly an hour.

As the time grew close, Susan couldn't take it any more and started sucking on his dick while Alan ate another bowl of cereal. He was so used to her treatment that he just kept eating.

Finally, mere minutes before Alan finally had to go to school, he matter-of-factly said to Susan, "I'm ready to blow now. Assume the position." Alan pushed his chair back and she quickly dropped between his knees.

Susan giggled happily, "'Assume the position.' I like the sound of that. Did you hear that, Angel? Alan is really getting to be such a man! Son, please always say that when you want my help." Her tongue went to town on his penis without further ado. She desperately needed it to soften the blow that intercourse would have to wait still longer.

But Alan didn't immediately shoot his load. His mother's tongue felt so good on his penis that he couldn't help but use his PC muscle and prolong the experience. She had to resort to using all her tricks to get him to blow, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Every minute with his penis in her mouth was another minute of pure heaven for her. Inside her mouth, she curled her long tongue around his penis and tried to essentially jack him off with her tongue while her lips continued to suck. It was heaven, but she couldn't hold it for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

However, they had to get to school. Katherine took command and came at Alan from the behind. She stuck a finger far up his asshole and massaged his prostate. Meanwhile, she licked his neck and ear and breathed her sweet breath into his face. Not even Alan could hold out from that double attack, especially now that Susan had switched to lightly scraping his penis with her teeth and aggressively fondling his balls.

Susan took half in the mouth and half on her face. She explained, "Gotta save a snack for later." Luxuriating with cum on her tongue, she commented, "Tiger, it's getting to the point where I wonder if you won't be able to simply delay your cum forever. How on Earth can we conquer his cock?"

Since Katherine joined in late, she didn't get a chance to get off. Alan now helpfully fingered her as she said, "Mom, you have the wrong attitude. Keep in mind that we can never conquer his cock. It can only conquer us, and it does repeatedly. The best we can do is sate its needs for a few hours, if we're lucky. That's why Alan needs so many of us to help. I figure double and triple blowjobs will soon become the rule of the day around here."

Susan sighed. "I suppose you're right. You and I should practice at sharing his penis so we can get really good at being a mother daughter team." Fondling his now flaccid member, she complained in an affected and pouty voice, "But Mommy wants his widdle peeny weeny all to herself. She wants to pway." As he pulled away, she complained in a friendly way, "Meanie."

Alan figured Katherine couldn't complain that she wasn't chosen for blowjob duties, since this was a Monday and they had plans to have another S-Club meeting after school now that the two of them were no longer technically grounded. In other words, it was high time for another threesome at Kim's house.

Susan also had a big day ahead, though she didn't suspect how it fit into Suzanne's plans. One thing Suzanne got Xania to say was that Susan should have an immediate medical appointment with Akami to see if her sexual response fell in the normal range. The real reason for the appointment was that Suzanne wanted to speed Susan's lesbian practices further along. She hoped that Akami would go all the way with Susan first, so the horny mother wouldn't blame Suzanne for corrupting her. Furthermore, Suzanne was also conspiring to keep Alan and his mother from having sex. She hoped that she could keep Susan so busy with dildos that her friend wouldn't be in any shape to properly fuck Alan any time soon. She planned to have Susan's pussy so thoroughly violated and sore by the end of the school day that Susan would have no choice but to postpone the fucking another day. Suzanne didn't know about Alan's homework problem, but if she had she would have welcomed the news with open arms.

But what Suzanne didn't expect when the appointment was made on Friday was just how many lesbian experiences Susan would have in the few days between. Especially given the fashion show the night before, it was clear that Susan was already thoroughly "corrupted" with lesbian urges. But so far it had all been kissing and groping - she'd yet to do something serious such as eat another woman out. Luck gave Akami the opportunity to be the one to help with the next steps in Susan's continuing education.

When Susan made her appointment, Akami realized she had been given a gift on a silver platter. Susan had her appointment at 9:00 Monday morning, a time where the office was normally full of patients. But the nurse immediately called up all the other patients scheduled for around that time and had their appointments rescheduled. Even the frumpy receptionist was given the morning off. Dr. Fredrickson had no objections to the reschedulings, thanks to his habit of secretly watching the Plummer medical visits for his own sexual pleasures.

CHAPTER 2

Susan showed up at Doctor Fredrickson's office right at 9:00. She dressed very conservatively, underwear and all, the way she still dressed whenever outside the house. Akami greeted her, and told her that the receptionist was sick. Susan thought everything was normal, as she had no way of knowing that there were no patients in other rooms. Dr. Fredrickson passed by the waiting room and said hello, which also assured Susan that the situation wasn't unusual.

Akami led her into the same room Alan had been examined in, and had her sit on the examination table where Susan had stared at Alan's penis so intently weeks previously. Susan's mind boggled as she recalled what happened then, and how much had changed since.

Akami looked at her medical chart intently. "I see here that we have a request from a psychiatrist in Los Angeles that we check to see if your sexual reactions are normal. How highly unusual. Apparently there is some concern that you may be becoming a nymphomaniac. Is that true?"

Susan closed her eyes and recalled the fashion show the night before. She shamefacedly whispered, "Yes." Having to dress up in "normal" clothing and leave the house had put her in a bit of a prudish mood.

"Could this be related to the medical treatment of your son? His need for stimulation six times a day?"

Susan grew a bit peeved. "You know it is! Don't blame me, you of all people. This crazy scheme was all your idea!"

"Now, now, don't worry," Akami soothed. "We're not here to pass any judgments. Anyway, can you honestly tell me that if you had to do it all over, you wouldn't have agreed to the treatment regimen, just the same? Honestly?" Even as Akami said this, she took her stethoscope out and began probing Susan's body with it through her clothes, as if she could test truthfulness with it.

Susan was silent, but under Akami's withering stare and probing, she finally and meekly answered, "Yes. Yes, I would gladly do it all over again. You know that already."

Akami was reassuring. "Like I said, no judgments here. To be honest, if I were in your shoes, I think I'd do the same. That Alan is such a hunk, and he sure knows how to please a woman. Now let's get started on your examination. Please unbutton your blouse and remove your dress and underwear."

Susan did so, without thinking. Taking off her clothes now came to her easily, especially when she was ordered to do so. In fact it was a great relief to shed what she felt was the unnecessarily heavy and constraining clothing that she wore in the outside world. The only reason she wore such unrevealing clothes was because Alan was the only man she allowed to see her looking sexy.

Susan's mood changed as she shed her clothes. When she'd first started coming to see Akami with Alan, she was extremely flustered to have to take any clothes off in what she considered a semipublic place. But now her prudish ways literally came off along with her clothing and the idea of being naked away from home greatly excited her.

But Susan was nonetheless nervous at how far things would go. She knew the "testing for nymphomania" purpose meant the appointment would get sexual, and she expected that. But she was shy to do any more than grope and kiss with another female. She asked while undressing, "Nurse, what will this examination entail, exactly?"

"We are going to subject you to an exam called the Tompkins Burnstein Battery. You are subjected to a series of stimulations and give a response from one to ten on how stimulated you feel. One is no stimulation, and ten is the greatest sexual stimulation you've ever felt. Try to think back on an event that would rate a ten right now to get a sense of the scale. Then we'll compare your responses to the national average." Akami was more or less making this up as she went along, including the name of the test. She knew Susan was normally smart, at least when not in her now typical senselessly horny state, but also extremely naive and gullible on sexual matters. This no doubt was a lingering effect of the extreme prudishness Susan had exhibited most of her life. Years of conditioning couldn't be completely eradicated in a matter of weeks.

Susan fretted. "Akami, am I going to have to do ... naughty things ... as part of this test? Is this completely proper?" Susan more or less knew an honest answer would be yes to the first and no to the second, but nonetheless felt obliged to ask the questions. As she asked this, Akami aggressively probed Susan's bare tits with the stethoscope. Akami was impatient to replace the implement with her own hands, but realized she still needed a thin veneer of decorum while warming Susan up.

"Of course it is!" Akami said with pretend indignation. "You know there has been a lot of research into sexuality, so this test derives from that. It's admittedly unusual to perform such a test in a general practitioner's office, but the case of you and your son is a very unusual one to begin with. Now, let's hurry this up, as we have other patients waiting. First, I want you to run your hands over your skin as you think of your most intense, sexual experience you've ever had. Don't touch yourself down below." Akami finally withdrew the stethoscope, after pressing it hard against a nipple.

Susan closed her eyes, and at first seemed to only move her hands a little bit, as if doing the bare minimum to obey Akami's request. But soon Susan began roaming her hands all over her legs and chest. Since Akami hadn't prohibited the touching of her sensitive nipples, she concentrated on them, and that drove her wild. Within a minute or two, she was deeply into it, kicking her feet out of the stirrups and thrashing her legs around in the air. Akami knew the mother was hot to trot, but her eagerness surprised even the nurse.

"What are you thinking about?" the nurse asked. "Explain in detail what you're thinking out loud."

"I dunno. There's not just one most intense experience. There are so many. I have to confess, all of them involve ... Alan. I'm thinking for instance right now about the very first Tuesday, when I stimulated him for the first time. I gave him so many handjobs and blowjobs that day. It's like it was one big happy blur of sucking and stroking! Mmm.... Sucking Alan's little friend... Alan Junior... It makes me so hot! Oh, I can't help it, nurse! I'm so bad! Can I just touch myself down there, just a little?"

"Okay, Susan, that's enough of that. Please stop." Susan reluctantly stopped her hands, but she still panted and her chest heaved. The sight of a gorgeous woman so easily aroused made Akami extremely horny as well. She was confident Susan would be helping her out directly soon enough, but she had to go ahead with the "test" in any case. Dr. Fredrickson wanted to see certain things happen (literally, as he watched it all on a video screen in the next room), and this was a good way to make sure they would.

The nurse continued authoritatively, "All right. Very good. Now tell me, on a one to ten scale, how would you rate that experience?"

"Let's see. About a two. Maybe a three."

"That's it?!?" Akami said in exasperation. "Are you sure you understand the scale I've given you?"

"Yes, but I've had so very many extremely erotic experiences lately. I'm practically that horny all the time, just as a baseline. You can see why I've been seeking psychiatric help. If I'm shopping at a grocery store and see something long and hard like a loaf of French bread, it makes me think of Alan's penis, and then I get all tingly and can barely control myself! It's a big problem, and it's just getting worse all the time. Frankly, just about everything makes me think of Alan and his penis. I'm always sucking on things. Lollipops, bananas, ice cream bars. At least it increases my stamina so I can suck him for hours. But it gets me so excited. Sometimes I have to go to a restroom and bring myself off, 'cos I can't hold out until I get back home."

"I see." Akami still had the clipboard with Susan's medical chart in her hand, and pretended to make extensive notes. "Let's move on to the second test. This time, stimulate yourself anywhere while you think of another erotic memory."

Almost as soon as Akami said "stimulate yourself anywhere," Susan's hands flew to her pussy, and she began frigging herself. Her other hand worked on her clit.

"What are you thinking of this time?"

"Just the other day, Alan needed help getting hard, so he had me kiss my daughter Katherine, to help him with visual stimulation. It was weird at first, but then I got into it, kissing my own daughter! Then we did it again two days later, and she put her fingers in my cunt as we kissed, just like I'm doing now. But then she wouldn't let me suck his cock, 'cos she sucked it instead. Aren't I bad? I'm so bad! But it's so good. Mmm... Yes!"

"Okay, you can stop now," Akami said. She was expecting these tests to take longer, but Susan was getting off extremely quickly. The mother already was leaking cum after only a minute or so of touching her pussy.

Susan asked plaintively, "Akami, is there something wrong with me, letting my daughter kiss me like that? With Alan, it's a medical need, but with her..."

"Don't worry, it's perfectly normal," Akami said reassuringly. "Most women have lesbian experiences at one time or another, and those who don't probably would love it if they just let themselves go. New studies suggest all women are naturally bisexual."

Akami was making this up too, but it was just what Susan wanted to hear. "Really? Oh, that makes me feel so much better!" Susan failed to think about or mention the additional problem of incest. "That's good to hear, because we've been kissing each other so much lately. In fact, I've been kissing everybody. You should have seen what I did last night at the fashion show."

Akami could only imagine what a fashion show at the Plummer house would be like. Her pussy twitched reflexively but she maintained an outward professional calm. "Yes. Furthermore, your getting into other women will greatly help arouse Alan, and that's the whole point. His medical recovery and all that."

Susan's eyes lit up. "You're so right! I keep telling myself that. I must OBEY my son in every way, even if it means I have to muff dive every single day!"

Akami found herself increasingly aroused, both by visions of Susan muff diving and by the woman's extreme subservience to her son. She coughed to help clear her head. "Moving on, how would you rate that on a one to ten scale?"

"About a four. I can't imagine getting much above that without Alan being involved."

"Interesting," Akami said plainly as if she was bored, though she was anything but. "Now for this next test, we're going to rate outside stimulation. I'm going to test the sensitivity of your breasts. Are you ready for that?"

"I suppose," Susan said doubtfully. Again she wondered about how far this would go and what Akami's motivations were.

"Now lie back." Akami adjusted the examination chair and then put her hands on Susan's breasts. She explored the big tits for a minute or two, and then asked, "Have you been conducting regular breast exams like I showed you how to do?"

Susan blushed again, as that brought back fond memories. "Umm, not too many, per se. But lately, I uh, have been masturbating so much, that I think I'm very familiar with my breasts and would know right away if there was anything unusual about them. In fact, I fondle them daily. A lot. And if I don't, Alan or someone else does."

"Very good. That's healthy. Have you conducted an oral exam of your nipples, like this?" Akami knelt down and began sucking on those very nipples. Akami had had a few lesbian experiences in her lifetime, but she'd never gotten her mouth on such massive mounds. She felt even her own head was small compared to Susan's twin peaks.

For a minute or so Susan was lost in pleasure, but she finally roused herself to answer the question after Akami made a noise indicating she was still waiting for an answer. "Oh! Uh, what? No! I didn't even know I could do that. Do you mean to suggest I should suck on my own nipples?"

Akami stopped sucking long enough to ask, "Of course. It's very healthy. You should make it a regular part of your masturbation sessions. By the way, right now you should stop stroking yourself down there. You'll corrupt the data."

"Oh. Sorry." Susan tried to keep her hands still while Akami sucked, poked, and twisted at her nipples. The tortured mother put her hands high in the air as if that could help hold back her feelings, but it was no use. She soon began shuddering in an intense orgasm. Akami did things to her tits that no other woman had yet done there, mostly due to the aggressiveness of Akami's sucking and twisting.

Susan got so excited that she had to yell, "Stop! Please stop!"

Akami stopped, mostly. She left one finger tracing circles around the nipple she hadn't been sucking. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just that my tits are so sensitive. When I think about all the things that must be wrong with me, I think about that one too. Nurse, you're a medical professional. Do you think it's possible for a pair of tits to control a woman?"

"What do you mean?" Akami was slightly cruel, as she began to lightly pull on both of Susan's tits.

"I mean, my tits are so sensitive that I think they control my brain, instead of the other way around. Sometimes I think I'm just a pair of tits, and the rest of me is just a necessary support network. I mean, now that I don't wear clothes most of the time, UGH! Oh God. Keep doing that! ... Uh, anyway, now that my tits are almost always bared, when I wear a blouse I feel it rub against my nipples and it makes so aroused that I can't even think! I just want Alan to throw me down on the ground and fuck me silly!" She paused, realizing that it might be unseemly to be so horny for her son. "Um, I mean, it gets me very aroused. I'm not sure if I'll be able to wear clothing over my chest any more."

Akami chuckled. "I can see that. But don't worry about it. Consider yourself blessed. You'll give so many so much pleasure, and you yourself are nearly drowning in constant erotic joy. Everybody loves you best naked. So what's to worry?"

Susan grumbled, "I suppose. But my brain isn't happy about the tit takeover.... AAARGH!" Akami was sucking again.

Akami pulled back after she detected an orgasm come and go, then asked, "How was that on the scale?"

"Mmm, maybe a five. But it was a good five."

Akami was a bit chagrined that her ministrations rated so low, but she went to the chart and pretended to mark it. She thought to herself, A mere five? When I got her off? Unbelievable. Now the fun really begins. I can't wait to see what an eight or nine does to this woman.

CHAPTER 3

Akami told Susan, "Okay, now I'm going to do the same, but I'll stimulate your vaginal region instead." Before Susan could register a response to that, Akami bent down and put her tongue straight on Susan's nether lips. No woman had ever gone down on her before.

"Oh my! Well I'll be!" Susan had no words to express her feelings as Akami launched a triple attack. The nurse pulled at Susan's clit with one hand, stuck her tongue into her pussy, and probed up her anus with her other hand. It was a good thing Susan's feet were spread wide in stirrups, or her legs would have gone flying all over and possibly knocked into Akami. They kept on like this for many minutes, until finally Susan began loudly moaning and even screaming.

"Oh yes yes YES! That's so good!" Susan began orgasming again. Akami pulled away after she climaxed. Her entire nose and chin area was soaked in Susan's juices.

"How was that?" the nurse asked. She tried to wipe her face off by sucking her wet hands into her mouth, but she didn't get it all. She was pleased with Susan's taste.

"It was great! I love it! Please don't stop!"

"I mean on a one to ten scale."

"Oh. A six. Definitely a six!" Susan had put her own hands into her pussy and was still triggering more orgasms for herself. Akami was beginning to get jealous at just how much sexual pleasure her patient must be getting, if this was still only a six.

Akami stood by and waited for Susan to calm down, but if anything, the mother was only getting more excited. It seemed that now Susan had started, she could just keep orgasming the rest of the day on thoughts of previous experiences alone.

Akami again made marks on her chart. "Okay, for the next test, I want to see how the act of merely stimulating someone else makes you feel. I want you to stimulate me in the same way I've been stimulating you."

"I dunno," Susan said, but she was only going through the motions of being reluctant. She was ready to do just about anything by now. "But I suppose it's only fair to return the favor..." she said as if convincing herself.

Akami unbuttoned her lab coat and presented her naked chest to Susan, who still sat in the examination chair. Susan began running her hands over the nurse's tits. Akami's tits were unimpressive compared to the giant orbs of Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that Susan was more used to groping, not to mention gravity-defying Brenda's tits that she'd thoroughly explored the night before, but they still were a good handful. Susan eventually put her mouth on a nipple, but she seemed very awkward and uncertain on what to do next.

"That's good," Akami said encouragingly. "If it helps at all, imagine that I'm Katherine."

Akami definitely said the magic words. Susan went at Akami with a new vigor. "Oh yes, Angel, I'm sucking you! I'm so sorry, but I just can't help myself. I'm just too naughty."

Akami had never met Katherine, but pretended to be a daughter anyway. "That's okay, Mommy. I like it when you touch me there. When you suck me... with your mouth."

"Yes! Mommy likes it too! She really does. Mmm... YES!" Susan increased her enthusiasm even more, and Akami felt as if her tits were going to be vacuumed right off her body by such a hungry mouth. Meanwhile, Susan still had her blouse on her sleeves, and finally shucked it off so she could be completely naked. It gave her a shiver to know that she was now buck naked inside a doctor's office.

Akami did her best to get the rest of her clothes off while she submitted to Susan's oral assault. But Akami was having a hard time getting naked, so she called a temporary halt to the proceedings. "Just a minute, there, Susan. Stop and tell me how that rates."

"Oh, I don't know. A five."

"A five? You don't like me, Mommy?"

"Okay, a six, if only because you're calling me mommy." The word "mommy" really excited Susan, and she was frustrated Alan still hadn't picked up on her not so subtle hints to use it. "Are my relations with my children improper? They must be."

"I'll answer that question after you lick my pussy," Akami said, now that she was totally naked. "Mommy, can you get down on your knees, and lick me in my special place?"

Susan got on her knees, but seemed a bit hesitant at the new experience too. As if stalling for time, she asked, "What's the magic word, Angel?"

"Please? Could you lick my cunt, please? Alan isn't licking it nearly enough these days."

Again Akami said the real magic words, though it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that bringing Alan into the fantasy would help get Susan more aroused. Susan again attacked Akami like a woman possessed. She boldly placed her tongue onto Akami and began exploring her nether regions with her hands and mouth. Susan didn't really need any encouragement, but Akami would periodically say things like, "Right there! That feels nearly as good as when Alan fucks me!"

Susan paused in her licking only long enough to shout, 'No, Alan, don't fuck your sister! I'll sacrifice my body instead!"

Soon both women were shuddering and shivering with intense orgasms. Akami had set up a bed, and fell back onto it. Susan followed her on top, and the two of them spent more minutes kissing, sucking, fingering, and generally getting it on. But before Susan could really get satisfied, Akami again called a halt.

"What now?" Susan asked breathlessly, irritated at stopping. She was completely revved up now. "That was a seven. Let's go to the next test already."

"A seven? What does it take to even get an eight out of you?" Akami asked.

"You have no idea what an honor a seven is, given that Alan isn't here. So what's next?" Susan tried to wipe some of Akami's cum off of her face.

"Speaking of men, our next tests involve your reactions to a penis."

"Wait a minute!" Despite her wantonness, Susan was suddenly very wary. "Does this involve a real penis that isn't Alan's?"

Akami hated saying what she was about to say, but felt forced to do it. "As a matter of fact, it does, if that's okay with you. This is a very important test. We have someone willing to help..."

"Hold on!" Susan interrupted. "NO WAY. Period. I don't care what the medical justification is. NO way will I let even another man see me like this, much less touch me! NO. I'm leaving!" Susan immediately bounced up from the floor and began frantically searching for her clothes.

Akami was taken aback. She thought the woman would agree to anything sexual by this point. "All right. Don't worry. It was just an idea. I think we have enough data in any case to make a determination of your sexuality, so just relax."

Susan slowed down in putting on her clothes, but she was still clearly spooked. The sexual mood had been completely broken by the mention of a man. The man Akami had in mind was Dr. Fredrickson, and he was in a nearby room eagerly watching the proceedings and waiting for his chance to come in and join the fun. But luck was not with him that day.

Akami felt bad, and was truly apologetic. Dr. Fredrickson had forced her to make that suggestion and she was relieved Susan turned the idea down. She thought, I KNEW this wasn't what Susan would want! "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize..."

"No, you did not!" Susan cut in. She paced around the room. "You don't realize how special my Tiger is, how unique he is. You clearly don't understand anything at all! You've been fucked by him, so you should know. How can you even THINK about fucking another man, after that? What's wrong with you?!?"

Akami indeed tremendously enjoyed fucking Alan, but she hardly saw it as reason to give up on all other men, forever. Sex with Alan didn't have anywhere near the same emotional depth for her. In her opinion, Alan was admittedly a very excellent lover, but still a teenager who had lucked into an incredible situation. But she said, to calm Susan, "Sorry. You're so right. I don't know what came over me. I was thinking that since it was required for the medical test... But that's no excuse."

"Damn right it's not!" Susan said hotly. But she sat back down.

After Akami made some small talk and soothingly stroked Susan's ass to put her patient more at ease, she looked at her notes and declared herself ready to make a verdict. "Susan, clearly you are a woman with a high sex drive. But the fact that you're so adamant about not being with a man other than Alan shows that you are still in control, and not a nymphomaniac in need of treatment. Nymphomaniacs don't have the self-control to discriminate. My suggestion is that you have sex frequently, and enjoy yourself. You're not ill, you're just someone who needs a lot of sexual satisfaction. Masturbate too, to your heart's content."

Susan stared off into space, fantasizing Alan fucking her. "Really? Hunh. But what about my unnatural feelings towards my children?"

"That's something for your psychiatrist to sort out. That's not my department."

"But don't you think it's wrong?"

"Speaking as a professional nurse, there's nothing medically wrong with it, as long as you don't have children with your children. And your records indicate you're infertile anyway, so that's not an issue. So if your psychiatrist thinks it's okay, it must be okay. I say fuck Alan to your heart's content."

"I don't know... It just seems so..." Susan seemed lost in thought. But then she said more enthusiastically, "Anyway, thanks for the Tompkins whatever test. I found that very, uh, educational."

"My pleasure. Especially the second part. Too bad this was the first and probably last time I'll be able to do that as part of my nursing duties. You know, we could still continue the rest of the test with a dildo..." Akami put her lab coat and stethoscope back on, less to dress than to look sexy to help convince Susan to stay.

"Thanks, but really, I should be going. I'm sure you have other patients with more important problems than mine." Susan remained somewhat spooked and afraid a man might still somehow enter the picture, so she didn't want to get too excited where she might lose control.

"Yes, but none with problems as fun as yours. I'll have to hold out until Alan's next appointment on Friday." Akami smiled a very devious smile thinking of all the ways Alan would doubtlessly fuck her then.

"You take it easy on him, okay?" Susan said, smiling.

"I will," Akami smiled back, playfully running her tongue outside her mouth, as if licking her chops at the thought of sucking Alan's penis. Far from being perturbed at that, Susan imitated the licking with her own mouth for Akami.

The appointment eventually wrapped up, but the tongue licking motions led to a discussion of giving Alan blowjobs. Susan enthusiastically explained some of the techniques she'd been using that Alan particularly liked, and Akami offered some tips in return. Akami was struck by how much this woman had changed in less than two months since their first appointment. She noticed that the puddle on the plastic seating beneath Susan's thighs slowly grew just by them talking about blowjobs.

At one point, Susan opined, "You know, I'm still thinking about what you said earlier. That all women are naturally bisexual."

"I don't know about that," Akami butted in, since she was just making it up.

"No. You're right. It makes so much sense. It's only natural, so that women will better enjoy threesomes, foursomes, and more with Alan. A virile man like him needs a large harem of nymphomaniacs to keep him satisfied. His women need each other to help pass the time when he's fucking someone else and to help provide him visual entertainment."

Akami's mind boggled. This woman is amazing. It's like her brain is damaged or something. How could she be that into one guy, that she'd welcome sharing him like that? That must be the power of incest fiddling with her reasoning.

Susan eventually got up and put her hand on the door to go. But Akami had heard Susan talk earlier about how she'd been "greeting" everyone with a French kiss, and used that to her advantage. "Just a minute, Susan. I don't believe you've given me a proper good-bye kiss."

Susan was puzzled, but then figured out what Akami meant. "So sorry. My mistake." Smiling a happy smile, she went back to Akami, and their lips locked for many minutes.

After Susan left, Akami looked towards one section of the wall and pointedly shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "Sorry, but I tried."

Doctor Fredrickson was frustrated. He was on the other side of the wall. He'd watched and heard the whole thing on video, with his pants at his knees. He'd been so certain that he'd soon be fucking Susan that he'd generally gone easy on masturbating. And now it was all over. He made a mental note to force Akami to have Susan back, as soon as possible. And this time, if he wasn't going to get in on the action directly, he was going to make completely sure that it would be recorded for posterity. Maybe with blackmail material, she'd have no choice but to give in to his desires. If she still resisted, he could at least make a ton of money selling the video, but he didn't want revenge, he wanted her. He wanted her bad.

CHAPTER 4

Susan wasn't lying about being horny nearly all the time lately. Far from being sexually satiated by the appointment with Akami, all the talk at the end about sucking Alan off only left her extremely ready for action.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house minutes after Susan got back home, and Suzanne continued to break down Susan's resistance to lesbian lovemaking while Alan and Katherine were in school. Once again they "practiced" French kissing at every opportunity.

First they had to do their daily exercises. Suzanne kept the conversation focused on nonsexual things during their exercising, saving the sexual for when they began nude sunbathing. Susan told her all about Alan's acute homework problem.

Despite the emphasis on the nonsexual, Susan couldn't keep her clothes on for long. Not long after they started their workout, Susan said, "I'm getting so hot and sweaty. Do you mind if I just, kind of, get more comfortable?"

Suzanne too found herself getting "more comfortable." The truth was, lately she enjoyed being naked nearly as much as Susan did. She answered Susan's question by dramatically unbaring her breasts, quickly opening up the front of her leotard right in front Susan. This caused her friend's eyes to widen, and Susan quickly got out of her clothes as well. Suzanne thought to herself, This is so strange. I mean, my skin-tight pink leotard was nearly completely see-through in the first place, so why does taking it all off make me feel so tingly and giddy? Am I getting socially conditioned without even knowing it? But she easily pushed such worries away and just reveled in the feeling of running her hands up and down her silky smooth skin.

The only problem exercising naked was the way their boobs bounced around. Suzanne suggested that next time they wear their "training bras" - the wire frames they wore at night to keep their boobs from sagging over time - and Susan readily agreed. Suzanne hoped to keep Susan naked as much as possible from now on and was pleased at how easy that goal appeared to be.

Suzanne found herself imagining Susan as the Plummer house slut, lying nude in bed all day, getting fucked by one visitor after another. In her vision, all of Susan's visitors were female, except Alan. Suzanne was rather surprised to realize that even in her fantasies now, Alan was the only male to appear. Suzanne let the vision fade, as it seemed a mean thing to wish on her best friend.

Laying nude on lawn chairs in the back yard, Suzanne finally allowed Susan to explain the medical appointment with Akami in arousing detail. Suzanne was pleased at every development. She'd been waiting a long time, and now she was sure that the time was right to have no holds barred sex with Susan. She was surprised that Susan hadn't really done anything new beyond eating Akami's pussy and get eaten in return. Suzanne was glad that she would be the first one to teach Susan about dildos. That had been put off an extremely long time, and the time to fix it was now.

When Susan got near to the end of her Akami story and talked about Akami's offer to continue with a dildo instead of a penis, Suzanne interjected, "You know, Susan, there's been a lot of talk about dildos lately, but I can't believe you still don't use one. Why is that?"

"Well... The other things I've been doing have been entirely to help Alan get stimulated. But to just pleasure myself in private - that would be completely unseemly and not very ladylike."

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face. She could have pointed out any number of inconsistencies in Susan's overall logic, and the doubtless countless times that Susan had masturbated in private lately, but figured that would be counterproductive. Instead, she suggested, "Susan, you want to have uninhibited sex with your son, right?"

Susan blushed, and stammered, "Uh, not exactly... What I mean to say is..."

Suzanne chastised her. "Oh come on! Quit pretending you don't want it. You're talking to your best friend here. Are you ready for his huge boner to fill you?"

Susan closed her eyes, because she was too embarrassed to look at her friend. "I am. Actually, I was thinking about doing it this afternoon. But with his homework load, it wouldn't really be fair..."

"Good for you! Congratulations on making that emotional breakthrough and openly admitting your need. But you're right. It wouldn't be fair to Alan to do it today. The most important thing is seeing him have a bright future and getting into a good school. If the two of you fuck, that'll throw his concentration off for days. But still, you have this need. It's so close..."

"YES!" Susan sat up and dared to look Suzanne in the eye. "What about my desires? I'm dying!"

Suzanne smiled a knowing smile. While she was happy for her best friend to fuck Alan, eventually, she still wanted delay to better secure her own spot with him. "That brings us back to dildos. Have you considered that by using a dildo you could satisfy your needs down there for a real penis by using an artificial one, and that could greatly help your willpower? Like having decaffeinated coffee instead of the real thing. Plus, if your goal is stimulating Alan, I'm sure he'd be really turned on seeing you use a dildo on yourself or using it on someone else. Imagine him watching me push a dildo into you, for instance. That would get him so hard his penis would be able to cut through diamond."

"Really? You think?" Susan was entranced by the thought. "I guess I could try one out, just, you know, to see how it goes. But I don't have one and I'd be far too embarrassed to ever buy such a thing."

"If that's your only problem, then that's no problem at all," Suzanne said, jumping up. "I have just the gift for you. I'll be back in a sec." Anticipating that Susan would be ready for dildos in the wake of the Akami appointment, she'd already put a number of dildos to try out on her friend in her purse. She walked naked back inside the house to get them.

Suzanne stood behind Susan's lawn chair a minute or two later. "I'm back already. Aren't you going to greet me?"

"Oh! Sorry!" Susan hopped up and planted her lips on Suzanne. They kissed for several minutes. Suzanne ran her hands all over Susan's naked form, and Susan wasn't too shy with her hands either. Suzanne had the gumption to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy, but Susan didn't reciprocate.

"Suzanne, you really shouldn't do that with your fingers," Susan weakly protested when their kiss finally ended a short time later.

"Why not? Isn't that what you just did to Akami, and then some?" Suzanne asked matter-of-factly. "I can't think of any reason to stop, except that I have something better to put in there." She bent over and reached into her bag, and pulled out a dildo about as wide as Alan's penis. She figured she should start out with what Susan was already intimately comfortable with.

Suzanne licked its tip tantalizingly with her lips. She noted that Susan, far from appearing frightened or embarrassed, seemed to look at the dildo with great anticipation and enthusiasm. "Can I put that in my mouth?" she asked. Sucking on phallic objects had become a new passion for her.

Suzanne commanded, "Later. Here, get back on your lawn chair, and I'll show you where it works best."

Susan quickly complied.

Suzanne sat on the side of Susan's lawn chair and waved the dildo around in the air, to frustrate Susan. "You can't just stick the thing in," she said. "First, you have to prepare your cunt." Suzanne took the dildo and began rubbing it on the outside of her friend's pussy. She pressed it against Susan's clit, and at the same time stuck her fingers into Susan's pussy and frigged her for a bit. Then she took her fingers out and pushed the dildo against her friend's pussy lips. Sticking the dildo in a half inch or less, she pulled it back again, but then declared Susan unready. She repeated this process several times, driving Susan increasingly crazy.

"Come ON!" Susan finally complained. "It doesn't take THAT long to get ready. I'm flowing like a river already!"

"You're right," Suzanne conceded. "I'm just teasin' ya. Here it goes." She plunged it in, in one slow but non-stop movement. She didn't stop until Susan's pussy was completely filled with plastic cock.

Susan cried out, "Oh, Alan!" and swooned. She came so hard that Suzanne had to grab her to prevent her from hitting her head on the poolside concrete. Since Suzanne was just getting started, she figured that most of Susan's excitement must have come from imagining the dildo really was Alan.

"How does it feel?" Suzanne asked. "Pretty good, eh?" Susan had grown extremely familiar with the taste of Alan's penis, and had come to love his cum and sucking it out of his prick as a wonderful end in itself. So generally she tried to use thoughts of tasting his cum to drive away the growing, aching need to have her pussy filled up. But now, with a dildo deep inside her, she was suddenly reminded how great it felt to have a pussy fully occupied. She wanted more of the same. Much more.

"It feels ... filling. Fulfilling," she finally answered.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Susan. I haven't even started to move it. Why don't we try that now?" Suzanne slowly began pulling the dildo in and out. Susan's mind was blown at just how much it was like fucking, except that the only man she'd ever fucked was her husband Ron, and his penis couldn't compare with the dildo. Ron's penis was nearly as long as Alan's but it was quite thin.

"Oh my GOOOOODDD!" Susan cried.

Suzanne taught Susan a lot about dildos that day. After manually manipulating a dildo on her friend, the two went inside for fear of getting too much sun. Suzanne took the opportunity to demonstrate the workings of a strap-on dildo. At first Susan wasn't willing to try it out, but all Suzanne had to do was suggest that Susan close her eyes and imagine that it was Alan's dick coming to get her, and the mother's resistance completely crumbled.

Suzanne fucked Susan like a man. Susan had previously explained to Suzanne how Amy and Alan had been screaming in the middle of the night. Now she told Suzanne what to say as they imitated the two young lovers, and relived Amy's cries of passion. It greatly helped Susan's fantasy that Alan was pushing in and out of her. They went on like that for a very long time. Susan had all the climaxes, but Suzanne didn't mind.

Suzanne did find it strange though, that, in a sense, she was fucking Amy. She wondered if Susan was playing mind games with her by imitating Amy's voice so well, but realized Susan didn't really have it in her to play those kinds of mind games. She found the cries strangely arousing.

Suzanne then showed her friend a self-operating dildo. It buzzed and shook inside Susan while Suzanne took another one and stuck it in her own pussy.

"God, how many dildos do you carry around with you in your bag?" Susan asked in wonder. "And I thought I was naughty!"

The two were laughing when the phone rang. It turned out to be Susan's husband, calling from Thailand. Susan was no longer bothered by thoughts of morality, religion, or infidelity. Susan chatted amicably with Ron while Suzanne plunged the vibrating dildo in and out of her happy friend. Susan loved the irony of being pleasured while on the phone, but she couldn't keep up her end of the conversation very convincingly. She made up an excuse that someone was at the door and cut the call off early.

"How's your tiny-dicked husband doing?" Suzanne asked as soon as the phone was put down.

"Suzanne. That's not nice. Anyway, are you trying to get me in trouble? I could barely keep from moaning out loud." She took the opportunity to begin doing so. "In any case," she joked, "I think it's more P.C. to call him my 'thick penis-challenged husband.'" They both had a good laugh. "It was just his usual twice a month phone call. Thank God he's not coming home anytime soon, he says. He might come back for Christmas. I can't believe how uppity I got when he was here a few weeks ago. What a waste of good cocksucking time that was. So much has changed since. Just imagine if he had one of those video cameras, and saw me lying naked with you lying on top, pushing in and out with plastic cock! The way men are, maybe he's bored of me and would get excited by the sight of you."

Now that Ron had been brought up, Suzanne said, "You know, I've always wondered about Ron. How is it that your husband could be so sexually obtuse and hardly ever make love to you? I've had a theory, especially with his company sending him to Thailand so often. You mind if I check it out?"

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, just some snooping. Let's hire a private investigator and see how Ron has fun over there. It might come in handy if you get a divorce."

"Hmm. That would be extremely disloyal to my husband. I would never agree..."

"You never would have agreed, I know, but things have changed. Consider it done."

Susan acquiesced with continued silence. Privately she thought, I've had my theories too. Let's face it. A divorce is looking so likely. But what'll I do then? He's Mister Moneybags. How will I make a living? Let's not go there. Not today. Finally, she said, "Back to dildos. Thanks for setting me straight on those."

"My pleasure," Suzanne said honestly. "And yours too." She reached up and pinched Susan's nipple. "I know! Let's practice greeting each other again!"

"I'm quite mad at you," Susan said in mock anger as she lent in to kiss her friend. "Keeping dildos and your sexy body away from me all these years! How could you?"

The two of them practiced with dildos for many more hours. Suzanne refrained from giving or receiving any pussy licking because that didn't further her goal of getting Susan's pussy too sore to fuck. She succeeded in reaching that goal, and then some.

CHAPTER 5

Meanwhile, back at school Alan was determined to make a change. As soon as first period ended and he walked into the busy hallway for the five minute break to get to the next class, he saw Heather pushing through the crowd, headed directly for him. He thought, I know what's going to happen. She's going to want me to do even more sexual stuff. But I'm putting my feet down. It's time to thin things out so I have the energy to properly focus on the women I love the best. Now is when I have to spell it out.

As Heather came up, Alan preempted her and said, "Hey Heather. How was your weekend?" He was making idle chatter, aware that others could hear. Heather gave a short, routine reply and then he continued before she could say more, "I could really use a smoke next period. Why don't we go share a smoke, if you know what I mean? I'm sure Kim, Joy, and Janice would like one too."

That was the code language to meet in the theater room during the next break. Sure enough, an hour later, Alan quickly made his way to the theater room and found the four cheerleaders he specified already there.

Time was tight with only a five minute break, so Heather started talking before he even finished closing the door. "Nice to see you, Alan. I'm glad you called us together because we've got some urgent painting needs to discuss. It seems that Joy and Janice want to go without underwear for the week again, and Kim does too. I'm half tempted myself. I was thinking that maybe we could get the whole team..."

Alan cut her off. "Now, wait a minute. I know what you're going to say. You want me to be the painter again. I applaud your sexual freedom, but I can't help out this time, or on any other week. I have other responsibilities during lunch and after school."

Kim, meanwhile, was already moving in to jack Alan off while he talked. She didn't care if that was wildly inappropriate to the mood or if there wasn't time, she just wanted her hands on a penis. She generally hated men but loved penises.

Alan literally brushed her away, saying, "Thanks Kim, but not now." Then to the whole group, he went on, "Sorry. I really like all of you, but that's how it goes. The painting is easy. Anyone can do it and I can help with the supplies. You don't need me to be the one with the brush."

His lecture didn't go over too well. They could see that he was unusually determined. Janice spoke first. "Thanks a ton, Heather." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Looks like you're such a bitch that you put him off of all of us."

Heather shot back to her enemy Janice, "Hey, you brainless twat, the pot calls the kettle black. I'll have you know that..."

Alan interrupted again. "Stuff it, you two. This recent bickering is annoying me, but that's not the main problem. The problem is, I have to be somewhere else at lunch."

Heather looked at him skeptically. "Your job with Ms. Rhymer, I presume." She said job as if it deserved quote marks.

"Yes," he said defiantly. "It's a very important job. I help her with some routine tasks like filing papers, filling out forms, engaging in routine..."

Joy snidely whispered to Janice, "He's filling something of Ms. Rhymer's and it's not a form."

Alan though, overheard and stopped in mid-sentence. "Joy, I heard that, and I resent it. This job is completely on the level."

Heather was clever. She suggested, "Then I suppose you won't mind if we sit in on your little lunch work sessions every day. Starting today. What do you think, girls? Doesn't that sound like fun?" The others all vocally agreed.

Alan's confident demeanor faltered for a second, but then he put on a hurt face. "I'm insulted. All of you! Don't you trust what I'm..."

Heather now cut him off. "Come on, Alan. You can fool everyone else with this Ms. Rhymer's assistant shit, because most folks still think you're the goody-goody nerdy type. Old stereotypes die hard. But we know better. Whenever you split your lunch time and come running from her classroom to here, you're practically doused in her perfume. A couple of times you even had traces of her lipstick here and there. Don't insult our intelligence."

Alan was flummoxed. He paused for some long moments, until he realized he was caught red handed. Finally he said, "Okay, okay. You got me. But you can understand why I'd need to lie about that. I'm trying to protect her job. The fact is, she and I are serious. I've had a crush on her forever. As lovely as all of you are, none of you can compete with the emotional intensity I feel for her. I hope you'll have the grace to keep this an absolute secret."

Heather replied, "We do, but in return we expect more of your time."

Kim, though, piped up. "Come on, Heather. As much as I'd like more of Alan's time, I'm not going to blackmail him and fuck up his life and the teacher's life. You go too far." It seemed the others wanted to say the same thing, but Kim beat them to the punch. There were a few "yeahs."

Alan tried the high road approach. "Heather, people say a lot of nasty things about you, but I think you're better than that. I admire you. You tease and try your best, but you're not the kind of person to actually blackmail someone."

Heather found herself forced to agree. "Yeah." But it was just a temporary measure. She was already thinking up new angles.

Alan spoke. "Look, everyone. Let's call a spade a spade. You don't need me to paint. That's just an excuse so we can get together and fuck. I'm open to that, sometimes, but I have an official girlfriend now, Amy, and there's Glory, I mean, Ms. Rhymer, and there are some others too. I'm spread thin. Janice, Joy, and Heather, you all have boyfriends. In fact, Heather, you have a couple. Let's get together on special occasions sometimes and your boyfriends will take care of you the rest of the time. Is that so bad?"

The others mumbled and grumbled but didn't overtly contest his suggestion.

Alan looked up at the clock. "Would you look at the time? We're all going to be late to class. I've got to run. We can talk about this some more later. And I trust that if we're going to remain friends, none of you will stab me in the back and ruin things with Ms. Rhymer by telling anyone. I wouldn't be able to see any of you any more at all, if that were to happen, because I wouldn't know who was responsible for telling. Later!"

He took off. His statement about not knowing who would tell was true, but it was also a subtle blackmail that was clear to all. Despite his protestations against blackmail, he figured he had to play hardball when it came to Heather. As he closed the door, he thought, Phew. That went much better than I expected. They're really all right. Even Heather seemed reasonable.

But as the others made to go, Heather said, "Wait a sec. Don't you see? We don't have to blackmail him or the teacher. We only have to get them to break up, and there are lots of ways to do that. Then he'll be ours, each and every lunch. I've got a plan forming in my mind that involves a video camera. Who's with me?"

There were no takers. Janice flipped Heather the bird as she left. But Heather didn't give up. She thought to herself, So. That's the way it's going to be. I'm going to do whatever it takes. Get between him and Ms. Rhymer? Easy as pie. They're in such a vulnerable position. Get between him and Amy? Even easier. Amy is a complete pushover. I could probably talk her into eating her own shoe. And what about these mysterious others? I have a very strong hint that at least one of them has a name that sounds a lot like Katherine, and she looks a lot like his sister. Incest. Man, I can knock that one out of the park with my eyes closed. I've got so much on Alan that he'll have to take me as his girlfriend. I just need to do a little legwork, get some evidence, lay some plans... No one gets the better of me!

CHAPTER 6

Alan's fourth period class taught by Glory seemed quite strange. In the middle of a lecture, she suddenly announced a surprise test in the form of an in-class essay. They'd have to spend the rest of the class writing an answer to a question she posed. Alan suspected that she made up the test and the question on the spot.

Then she got up to leave, saying that she'd be back shortly. On her way out she stopped by Alan's desk and slipped him a note she'd just written during the first couple of minutes of their essay assignment. It read,

Dear my favorite Young Man,

This is incredibly dangerous writing you a note like this, and our affair is going to get me fired one of these days. But that just makes me all the more horny. I got so hot looking at you and thinking about what we're going to do during lunch that I can't take it any more. I have to go fuck myself in the bathroom right now or else I'm liable to start fingering myself right in front of everyone. I started thinking what if I just pretend to be scratching an itch between my legs, maybe no one will notice. I almost did it, too, standing in front of the blackboard, and only refrained because I knew that once I started touching myself down there I wouldn't be able to stop. Stop me the next time you see me starting to do something crazy like that!

I'm going to go take the edge off with a couple of climaxes. Know that while you write your essay, I'm in a bathroom stall down the hallway with my skirt up above my ass and my fingers deep in my hole, thinking only of you. I want you to fuck me. Hard. For the whole forty minutes of lunch. Every single instant. Get ready to whip your clothes off in record time because I want your monster teacher-tamer to be in me before the last student closes the door. Good luck finishing your essay while you think about that, hee hee!

I'm so ready for this interminable class to be over. If you even think about running off to your cheerleader friends today, I'm going to have to strangle you to death with my bare hands, and I'm only half kidding. You're making me crazy with lust! Please utterly destroy this note. I think going to the bathroom at the end of class and eating it isn't too extreme a safety precaution. I only wish you could join me in the ladies room right now, but don't!

Love,
Glory

Needless to say, Alan had trouble finishing his essay. Not only did the note arouse him, it also made him wonder if Glory might not be getting too excitable and possessive. In the end he switched from the topic at hand to writing about all the things he was going to do to Glory at lunch. As soon as he made the change, his stalled pen started to fly across the page. He figured that she'd get a kick out of reading it later.

Alan looked around and noticed with relief that everyone was so busy with their tests that they didn't even notice he'd been handed a note. He pondered what a huge scandal it would be if anyone else read the note. He actually did eat the note in the bathroom by excusing himself for a bathroom break not long before the period ended.

Finally, the end of class came. They waited until the last student closed the door, then Alan went to lock it. He started fumbling with his clothes, but Glory just sat back in her chair, seemingly in no hurry at all. The first words Alan said were, "Aren't you gonna get naked? Like the note said?"

Glory chuckled. "That was before I got off in the bathroom. Three times, actually. I'm much better now. I have my self control back. If you would have caught me fifteen minutes ago, I would have promised you anything and worshipped your cock like it was the god of a new religion. But now that we're all relaxed..."

"Hey. You're relaxed. I'm still bursting with cum." Alan finished taking his clothes off, despite her toying with him.

She smiled naughtily. "Correction. Now that I'm all relaxed, let's do this right. I'm up for playing a role play. How about you?"

Alan groaned. He wanted instant relief, but this meant more delay. But he was always polite and amenable. "Dang it. Okay, but let's make this quick. I'll play the naked student who sees his beautiful history teacher behind her desk and goes up and fucks her silly." He walked towards her, intent on carrying that out.

Glory laughed. "Very cute. Far too realistic though. Come up with something better."

Alan was positively peeved. She seems to think we have all the time in the world! What's with her? Is this her way of reasserting herself after cravenly begging for cock on the phone over the weekend? That would make sense. But she can only have the control to do it if she gets off first. Grr. Well, I'll show her a role play!

"Okay, Glory. But you do as I say, and don't waste time. First off, I'm gonna turn off the light and shut the blinds." He immediately started doing so. "It's night time. You've stayed extra late at school, grading papers. You went to your car, but it wouldn't start. There was no one around to help. So now you're walking home. Get up and start walking."

Glory did so. She more or less walked in place, since there wasn't far to go in walking from one side of the classroom to the other. But she did move forward ever so slowly. Alan meanwhile continued pulling down the Venetian blinds on all the windows, one by one. By the time he finished, the class was quite dark.

"Okay. Good. Unfortunately, you have to walk through a bad neighborhood to get home. A very, very bad neighborhood. It's late. It's dark. You're scared. As you walk down a dark alley way, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You turn around, but there's no one there. The steps have stopped. But when you start up again, they start up too. You keep walking. The steps are coming closer. You stop again."

This time Glory actually stopped. She looked over her shoulder. Alan was still pulling down blinds, but he finally finished. He rushed his naked body over towards Glory but there was no where to hide in a wide open room. But she was past her desk by now, more or less standing behind where she usually sat, so he crouched down and hid below the side of her desk.

He continued, "You start walking again now, but you're scared."

Glory spoke. "I am!"

"Good. The footsteps resume. They're coming closer. Closer." He stood up, and looking around, grabbed a ruler off of the desk. Then he rushed behind Glory and drew the ruler across her neck. It had a metal edge on one side, and he put that edge up to her skin. She shuddered because she momentarily thought he really did have a knife. He whispered in a low and gravelly voice, "Lady, your money or your life!"

Glory was trembling, though Alan couldn't tell if it was acting or if he'd successfully set the scene. She whispered back, "Take what you want. Anything. Just don't hurt me!"

Alan paused. He breathed down her neck. "Anything, hunh?" He started to trace the shape of her collar bone with the edge of the ruler. His voice was gravelly and ugly, not gravelly and sexy like Suzanne's. She shivered again. "Hmm. You're a pretty nice lookin' lady. Too bad you were walking down here. Almost makes me think you were asking for it."

"For what?"

"To get raped. By a real nasty man." Alan suddenly dropped the ruler to just below her skirt and used it to pull the skirt up. Then, holding the skirt with a hand, he used the ruler to pull her panties down. He ripped the panties in the process, which he thought was an appropriate touch. Then he poked at her pussy with the ruler. She gasped. He felt around her crotch with his other hand, reaching through her legs.

"A-ha! You're wet. What kind of hussy would be wet from the instant a dirty man starts to touch her in a dark alleyway?" He sloshed his finger around her pussy lips - they were very wet indeed.

Glory make a signal with her hands and said, "Time out. Alan, that's no fair. I was wet from before. I was soaked before we even started, just thinking what we'd do."

"But why are you so freely flowing right now? You're about as drippy as I've ever seen you." He diddled with her clit until she let out a tortured moan.

She protested, "But that's only because I know it's you and I'm not really being raped. I don't get turned on by rape. I'm a liberated woman."

He brought the ruler back up to her neck, only now it reeked of and dripped her pussy juices. "That may be. All I know is you can't say this isn't turning you on. The time out is over."

He suddenly drew the ruler across her neck, pressing into her skin a little. She shuddered again, and Alan realized that she just came. He whispered right into her ear with his ugly voice, "Nice lady, I don't want your money. Or, I don't want just your money. I think I'll fuck you first. Then I'm going to take you back to the warehouse where my whole gang is going to fuck you silly. We're going to tie you up and drench you in cum. There's gonna be nasty men pounding into every hole all at once. You're going to be a sperm receptacle until you can't walk. Then we'll take your cum-glazed body and throw it into the street so other nasty men can find you and do the same to you. If you're walking home, expect it to take you a couple weeks to get there."

Glory suddenly turned around, looked at Alan right in the eye, and said angrily, "Okay, young man, that's it! I've had enough!"

Alan wasn't sure what she meant. He wondered, Did I go too far? By using rape as a fantasy did I cross an uncrossable line of bad taste?

But it wasn't her intention to complain. She literally ripped her blouse open. Buttons went flying everywhere. Within seconds she had her skirt off and her bra off. Her sleeves and panty hose still remained only because she couldn't be bothered to take the time to get them off. She said huskily, "Enough playing around. Fuck me already, you nasty man! And don't lose the ruler!"

Alan roughly pulled her to the floor, and she mewled with great pleasure as he did so. He growled, "Here ya go, nice lady! Take my big, fat, smelly cock, because it's gonna fill your hole and then some!"

She cried, "No! Don't! NoooOOOOoooo!"

For once, Alan knew not to listen, and not stop. He pushed in deep, and fucked her hard and fast. She replied with alternate cries of "Don't!" and then "Stop!" "Don't!" "Stop!" Eventually the thrusts were coming so fast that the don'ts and stops were blurring into each other. Finally, she was very clearly and deliberately yelling, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Alan in fact didn't stop. These fast, intense fucks were usually over quickly, but not this time. Alan focused hard on not cumming, and held out a remarkably long time. It seemed that in what was still a less than ten minute fuck, he fucked her in every conceivable position. First he lay on top of her, then with barely a pause, flipped her over, then he pulled her up and bent her over her desk and fucked her doggy style. Then, dramatically, he swept the desk clean, laid her across it, draped her legs over each side, and then fucked her there.

The entire time, he remained in character, grunting and moaning with a low, menacing, rough voice. As he picked up Glory and put her on her desk, he muttered, "Move it, pretty lady." All that caused whimpers and sighs of delight in Glory. When she got so excited that she started screaming loudly and piercingly, Amy-style, Alan clasped a hand over her mouth and muffled her cries. He realized with pleasure that that was not only necessary to prevent their being found it, but it was also in keeping with the role play.

He literally fucked her backwards down the desk. They both came in an Earth-shattering climax before Glory reached the other end. Then they just laid in place on the desk, huffing and puffing for many minutes.

When they finished, the first thing Glory said was, "I always wanted to do that 'don't stop' thing. But I never actually did, even with my boyfriend of two plus years. He would have found it childish. You make me lose all my inhibitions."

Alan replied in his low rapist voice, "Sorry 'bout that lady. I'm sure we'll find 'em here in the alley somewhere. Now, speaking of missing, where did you put your purse? I still want your money."

She laughed and nudged him in the arm. "Curse you, young man. You just fuck too good and you're far too clever. I could never have imagined that you could equal our first fuck, but you just about did it. Damn! Not only did you knock my pencil sharpener to the floor and break it, but you ripped my blouse. Good thing I figured you'd do that one of these days and kept a spare."

Alan just smiled. He too was a bit surprised how intense their love-making could get. Glory seemed to bring something special out of him, and the role plays helped a lot too.

As they sat in the afterglow, cradling each other in casual embrace, Glory commented, "You realize I'll never look at a ruler in the same way again, don't you? I'll have to get a new ruler that looks completely different from that one if I ever hope to teach with dry panties again. That one goes back to my apartment. I may break it out from time to time for 'special assignments,' if you know what I mean."

He answered, "I actually know exactly what you mean. I have an image of you standing in front of the classroom holding a ruler and stroking it up and down like you were jacking off a penis. That was just a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it's permanently burned into my brain forever. In fact, isn't it the same ruler?"

She smiled in fond remembrance. "In fact, it is. This puppy definitely goes into the ruler hall of fame." But then she looked at him with concern. "But you ARE a bastard, you realize that? I was so keen on regaining some position in your eyes after what you did to me over the weekend. I had half a mind to spank you really good today. That's what I fantasized about all last night. But then you have to have this rape role play and expose me as being even more beholden to your glorious man-muscle. That's just plain cruel."

"Sorry. I was just feeling pissed off all of a sudden and decided to run with the emotion. It really wasn't an intentional thing. I just want to have fun."

"Never you mind. But know that you have a surprise spanking in your very near future." She winked. "I'm shocked at the things that you reveal are arousing to me. In this case I plead that it wasn't really the rape fantasy so much as knowing how you were going to blow my brains out with the way you fuck. And of course you did. But the good news is, we still have a goodly amount of time left. I've got another surprise test for you. Show me how good you are at licking a cunt. Three climaxes for your teacher is an A."

Alan saluted. "Yes, ma'am. ... Oh. By the way, you don't have to worry about me running off to the cheerleaders any more. I told Heather and her pals that my lunches will be spent only with you from now on. Turns out they knew what we've been up to, but that couldn't be helped. At least they've sworn to keep quiet." He bent down and put his tongue to work.

Glory moaned "Oh, Alan!" in response to both his tongue finding her clit and the good news. But after the happy surprise wore off, she began to consider the implications. This is so dangerous. Now a bunch of young, gossipy girls hold my career in their hands. Especially Heather. I know that Heather. She, at least, doesn't like to lose. I'll bet that she's going to strike back, and I'll naturally be in the sights of her rifle. But I'm no pushover. Bring it on, baby, bring it on!

At that very moment, Heather stood outside the door to Glory's classroom. She had a cup up to the door, which allowed her to hear some of what was happening inside. Thanks to excellent sound proofing she couldn't hear any of the words, but she could make out the rise and fall of the lovemaking energy, and catch some of the louder screams. Had she been able to hear Glory's challenge, she would have looked Glory in the eye and replied, "Don't worry. I'll bring it on and then some. You're going down!"

CHAPTER 7

Ironically, given Alan's new resolution to distance himself from the cheerleaders, the first thing he did after school was go and fuck three cheerleaders. Monday afternoon normally meant another "S-Club" meeting (or "S-A-Club meeting" as everyone but Susan now called them), now that Katherine and Alan were no longer grounded. Alan was going to cancel it due to his huge homework load, but then Kim announced at the end of school that Amy would be joining them as well. Alan realized what a good idea that was, since Kim already knew his incestuous secrets, and he couldn't resist the invitation. He figured it didn't really go against his new cheerleader stance, since two of the cheerleaders in question were Amy and Katherine.

When they got to Kim's house, Alan was surprised to see that the girls all went to Kim's room and sat down, fully clothed, and started acting as if they really were in a normal club. Kim sat in a chair facing the other three sitting on her bed and appeared to lead the meeting. She pounded on her arm rest and said with a bemused smirk on her face, "The meeting of the Service Alan Club will come to order."

Katherine immediately raised her hand and Kim called on her. "Yes, Katherine?"

Alan's sister spoke in a mock officious and nerdy tone. "I suggest we all get naked and immediately start servicing Alan. It is, after all, the core mission of our organization."

Kim smiled and nodded in agreement. "Does any one second the motion?"

Amy raised her hand. "I do. But I want to make clear that we're all united in determination to make Alan feel so horny and so good that he doesn't know up from down. Maybe we can put that in the official record or something. I propose we start by having one girl strip the clothes off of the other while the third begins cocksucking without further ado."

Kim replied, "I agree. Katherine what do you think of that suggestion? Oooh. Looks like Amy has already nominated herself for the cocksucking part. You go, girl." Amy had dropped between Alan's legs and had his penis far down her throat in a near deep throating. "That leaves you and me to get started with the visual stimulation. All in favor say 'aye' or wrap your tongue around a cock."

Alan, Kim, and Katherine said "aye." Alan then announced gleefully, "I can safely say that Amy voted yes as well."

"Good." Kim stood up, then reached out a hand and helped Katherine up. "Katherine, we at the Service Alan Club have to acknowledge that since you're his sister, he gets most aroused by you and fucks you the most. Not to mention, you have a damn fine body which we all adore. So it's only appropriate that you strip first. All in favor of that motion say 'aye' or stick your finger up Alan's ass."

Alan again confirmed that Amy joined in with the ayes. He also realized that she somehow was managing to take off her own clothes even while mostly keeping her hands on his privates. He could tell because she enjoyed rubbing her nipples across the skin of his legs at every opportunity.

Kim put on a collection of James Brown's greatest hits. Katherine stood before Alan and began dancing to the funky beat while Kim, also dancing, worked on removing her friend's clothes. There was a lot of licking and kissing and fondling. Before long, a good deal of Kim's clothing came off too. Alan bounced around on the bed, enjoying the music, and even Amy bounced and sucked cock to the beat.

Before long, Kim and Katherine were naked and sexually assaulting each other with abandon right in front of Alan. Then the song "Sex Machine" came on. Kim paused in her sucking of one of Katherine's tits (though her fingers in Katherine's pussy didn't pause). She said, "All those in favor of declaring Alan the official number one sex machine of our high school, say aye or deep throat him."

That was a challenge for Amy, since she'd never deep throated before. But she'd been reading up on it, and more importantly getting tips from Suzanne in recent days. They'd even discussed deep throating. As a result, she was able to take him all the way with only a little bit of gagging. She couldn't hold it long, and it was a far cry from one of Glory's expert jobs, but it was a good start. He patted Amy on the head encouragingly.

Katherine joked in a deadpan voice, "I resolve that Alan stays on the scene like a, like a, sex machine."

Alan, also quoting from the James Brown song, replied equally seriously, "Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do MY thang. Movin', doin' it, you know." Everyone laughed. Then Alan continued in a more normal voice, "I also have a proposal. I propose that we get down to some serious fucking already. Amy is such a naturally talented cocksucker and now deep throater, and this mutual striptease and grope session is so arousing that I don't think I can last much longer. And I get to unload in women's mouths all the time. I want to deposit this load in a nice, warm pussy."

Kim disengaged from Katherine and clapped her hands to get attention. "You heard him, girls. We Service Alan Club members must act like a well-oiled machine to give him maximum pleasure."

Katherine suggested, "More like a well-lubed, dripping, and juicy pussy sex machine."

Kim replied officiously. "I stand corrected. Please make the proper correction in the minutes for the meeting. Quick. Let's assume our positions and bust out the condoms. Oh, wait. First we must vote on Alan's proposal. All in favor say 'aye' or put one of Alan's balls in your mouth and suck on it."

To Kim's surprise, she was the only one to say "aye." Katherine dropped down and joined Amy so each of them took one of his balls in their mouths. Alan didn't even know that was physically possible, but they managed to find room cheek to cheek. Alan was too overwhelmed by the resulting sensation to remember to vote. Kim joked, "I take it that's an abstention from Alan, but the motion carries by three votes to none."

Kim then roused everyone up. She clapped her hands to get attention and repeated, "Let's assume our positions. Katherine, as Alan's sister and the possessor of one of the finest tasting pussies in the known universe, a fact I can personally attest to, it's only right that you get fucked first and often. So assume the position on the bed and spread your sopping and incestuous thighs real wide." Katherine saluted and did so.

Then Kim turned to Alan. "Alan, you fuck your sister sitting up. That way, Amy and I have more of you and her to play with. Amy, since you have arguably the biggest tits of us all, your main job is to satisfy Alan's tit craving. Keep them buried in his face until he's drowning in tit. Alan, reward her by sucking her nipples as much as you can. Also, Amy, you can sit on Katherine's face and still lean forward for your tit duties. Sound good?"

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Amy naturally reacted with great enthusiasm.

They all started to assume their positions.

Kim spoke mostly to herself now. "That leaves me, little Kim, in charge of Alan's back side. Which mostly means I get to lick and finger his asshole, though I'm going to keep my hard little nips digging in his manly back at every opportunity. That's it, Alan, plow your sister's fertile fields deep and fill her with your incestuous brother-cum...."

Kim's orchestration of events and her taking the least desirable spot had a purpose. Given Alan's announcement that he'd be devoting all his school lunches to Glory, not to mention his near cancellation of today's Service Alan Club meeting, she knew she was very lucky to have him there at all. So she went out of her way to please him in every possible way, hoping that would encourage him to come back to use her house to fuck again and again.

She was very successful. Alan had a great time, and her organization of events helped. For instance, after he finished fucking Katherine, Kim sat up in the bed and announced, "Okay Alan, to get you warmed up for your next fucking, I say we give you a triple blowjob. Have you ever had one of those before?"

"Nope."

"Today's your first then. We're going to have to work this out so we can fit three heads around it. Let's see. Alan, you go sit on the edge of the bed..."

They got it all arranged, and sure enough, three tongues were soon busy licking his rod at the same time. They got it hard in seconds, and then kept going on it. One mouth typically sucked on his penis head, but made sure not to go too far down so the others could have room. Another tongue generally focused just on his sensitive spot below the head, and the third went roaming at the base, with a hand or two usually assisting by rubbing. And that's not to mention the hands and tongues that worked on his balls and anus. They'd do that for a while, and then switch positions, with the penis head sucking being the most coveted one.

Alan meanwhile closed his eyes and let his hands roam freely, not looking where they were going. There was always a tit, or ass, or pussy to fondle. It seemed that whomever he touched would soon respond with an orgasm. He felt a bit like Santa Claus, except he was handing out climaxes wherever he went instead of wrapped presents. He felt that it was nice, too, to just take orders for once and not have to be the one leading events.

Alan was struck, though not for the first time, at just how wet and sticky most sexual acts were. With three tongues lapping frantically on his penis, it became positively drenched in saliva and pre-cum. The girls' faces grew increasingly sticky too, even before he came. Alan found that the more he took part in sex, the less he thought of all the bodily fluids as gross and actually came to love seeing the look of wet skin, drenched in sweaty, juicy sex.

The girls stopped just before he hit his climax, and then he took a typical recovery break so he could save his load for another fuck. As he sat back on the bed and idly pulled on the two clits nearest his reach, he commented, "Wow. Thank you all. A triple blow is so great. I mean, not only does it feel fantastic, but it's such a power trip to have three girls all so eager to get a piece. The way you three all subtly jostle and fight to take control of a bigger piece of cock - I actually like that."

Amy answered, "We're in the Service Alan Club. That's our job. I'm soooo all over that duty. It's such fun. The only bummer is when there's not enough cock to service."

Alan swung over her. "Good answer. I'll show you something else that's fun. I'm going to fuck you a while, and then Kim. Meanwhile, Kim and Katherine, let me take Amy solo and you two have fun with each other lying right next to us."

Amy objected, though not very forcefully, "Don't you want to fuck Katherine some more? If that's what you want to do the most..."

He replied, "Now Amy, I know you're pretty selfless, but you can't possibly be that selfless. I know you want it, and you're gonna get it."

Kim added, "Sorry, Amy. I may be the president of the Service Alan Club, but Alan is the emperor and what he says goes. The votes are just for show. I'm afraid you're going to be fucked down to the marrow of your bones. You are nothing but a big-titted, wide-assed cum receptacle at this point, honey."

Amy pretended anguish. "Oh dear." She squirmed around on the bed, flaunting all her charms in the process. "Whatever will I do? I'm just a helpless cunt!"

Kim joked, "Everyone in favor of Alan's motion to fuck that helpless but tasty cunt, signify by deep throating him. No 'ayes' this time." That led to a lot of frustrated groans, since everyone was bad at deep throating. Alan groaned too, since he wanted to get on with the fucking, but he realized it would be good practice for the girls for later. Kim and Katherine were hopelessly out to sea in deep throating technique, but Amy soon had them practicing the basics, even though it was mostly a case of the blind leading the blind.

Alan took full advantage of Kim's selfless attitude. Mindful of his promise to fuck Katherine twice for every time he fucked Amy, he came three times in total and deposited two loads in his sister and one in his girlfriend, maintaining the balance. Kim didn't get fucked much at all, but she nonetheless had a very excellent time. Katherine and Amy allowed her to lick up all the cream pie after each fuck, and she loved that.

At one point near the end, Alan found himself cradling Amy in his arms. He asked her, "So Aims, what do you think of this foursome and our little club? Jealous? I know now that you do get jealous sometimes."

"It's great! What do YOU think, Mr. Official Boyfriend? Did we do a good job?" She cleverly avoided the jealousy issue.

"Good job? It was awesome. I'm probably the luckiest guy on earth. My only concern is that after another month or two of the fawning attitude you all have I'll be hopelessly spoiled and an insufferable jerk. Like, you know the whole 'sex machine' award you gave me earlier? I've got to pretend I didn't hear that, even though I love it. But the whole multiple partner orgy thing is awesome. Thanks, y'all, for inviting Amy."

"Yeah!" Amy agreed. "I second that motion!" Everyone laughed. She continued, "Can I stay in the club? Please? Please?" She looked back and forth at Kim and Katherine anxiously.

Kim and Katherine looked at each other and then Kim said, "Of course, especially since Alan obviously wants it. After all, this is the Service Alan Club. But the question is, who should we add in the future?"

Katherine answered, "If Alan and I are both here, then we can't have anyone else. But if it's just one of us, then we could go for one of the other cheerleaders. We can't let anyone know about our incestuous secret."

Kim retorted, "Oh, come on! That secret can't be so secret amongst the cheerleaders. Heather at least totally has to suspect it by now. Don't you think we could invite her, and she wouldn't tell anyone?"

Katherine replied, "If she knows, that's one thing, but I'm not going to tell her if she doesn't. She's dangerous."

Alan agreed. "She's WAY dangerous. I don't trust her further than I can throw her. So don't even think about that."

"Fine," Kim harrumphed. "So what about someone like Suzanne? She's totally hot and bisexual. She's helping Alan in every way."

Katherine complained, "Hey! Let's not talk about the mother like this when the daughter's around, okay?" She looked significantly at Amy.

But Amy said, "It's okay. I don't mind. In fact, I'd love to do sexual stuff with her. That would be like, totally awesome."

"Whoa, Amy," Kim responded. "Do you realize what you're saying? That's real incest. She gave birth to you."

Amy bowed her head, and looked bummed. "Well, if you say it's so wrong, then I guess maybe it's not such a good idea. But I don't see what's so bad about it. Why is that wrong but all the stuff at the Plummer house is okay? It's not like she could get me pregnant. Wouldn't we all have a lot of fun?" Getting more animated, she continued, "I mean, isn't having fun what it's all about? I think everybody should fuck everybody and then we'd all be happy."

No one responded to Amy, but all three just stared at the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts. They all knew that, unfortunately, in the real world it wasn't that simple.

CHAPTER 8

Despite being pleasured by Akami and then Suzanne for most of the day, all the action only whetted Susan's appetite for the real thing: her son's penis. True, her pussy was sore, but she nonetheless eagerly waited for Alan to come home from what she thought as a legitimate, college application-enhancing S-Club meeting. But Alan disappointed her.

She waited for him in the kitchen, again wearing the apron she'd taken to usually wearing when doing kitchen duties. When he walked in she said, "Hello, Tiger. How'd the appointment go? Would you like a snack?" Then sitting up on the kitchen sink, she spread her legs and said seductively, "Do you see anything you'd like to eat? Pie, perhaps? My muffin?" Then she brought her hand towards her crotch, but at the last second pointed her finger in a completely different direction, indicating a plate on the counter containing both a slice of apple pie and a blueberry muffin. She laughed at her joke, and Alan laughed too.

But Alan was so tired, oversexed, and suddenly guilty about continuing to blow off his homework that he barely even batted an eye at behavior that would have given him a heart attack had it happened some weeks earlier. "Wow, Mom, you look soooo sexy. But don't tease me like that. You know that activity is very against the rules. I said this morning we've got to take it easy on the sexual stuff. I really should hit the books."

Susan was so horny after waiting hours for Alan to come home that she certainly wasn't going to let any perceived rules stop her. But she saw how tired he was and let him go. Dinner was nearly ready already, and Alan soon wolfed it down (and some of the apple pie) quickly so he could go to bed.

After nothing more than some further good-bye French kissing and tit groping, Alan went straight to his bed to collapse. But seeing Susan's disappointed mood, he promised her he wasn't done for the evening, but would rebound in a big way after a post-dinner nap.

Katherine had also come home from the orgy at Kim's at about the same time Alan came home. She finished dinner too, but wasn't nearly as wiped out as Alan. So she helped her mother with some chores. The two of them were doing the dishes in the kitchen when Suzanne came over after finishing her dinner next door. There were more prolonged sexual greetings all around.

Suzanne also was looking forward to some action with Alan, and was disappointed to find that he was sleeping. Amy came over after dinner and then the four of them sat around talking. Before long, the discussion turned to all the things Susan had learned that day. Susan explained in great detail how she learned to go down on a woman and take a dildo up her pussy. She was tempted to try her new skills out immediately, and the others would have naturally loved that. But they all remained clothed in deference to Alan's request to stay calm so he could do his homework in peace, but the atmosphere grew more heated the longer Susan went on with her stories.

Finally, Suzanne could take it no more. She thought, Homework or no homework, I absolutely have to get fucked by Alan at least once a day, now that we've started. His penis is probably all backed up with cum from not having had sex for many long hours. Far from hindering his homework, I would actually be doing him a favor if I got up there and help him deposit a load in my cunt. Then he'll be able to study without distraction. Somewhere deep down she knew this was just a pathetic self-justification and she felt really bad in keeping him from his homework, but she needed to be fucked so badly that she couldn't help herself.

By the time she got upstairs it had been over an hour since Alan started his nap. That also meant it had been an hour of hearing Susan and her sexy adventures. Suzanne couldn't even hold out for a little while longer. She walked into Alan's room and gently shook him awake.

Alan looked a bit perturbed by that, but Suzanne pointed out, "It's not natural to sleep so late. If you don't wake up now, you'll sleep all night and then you'll get your sleep schedule all messed up."

That luckily was sound advice, so Alan roused himself and sat up in bed.

Suzanne wasted no time. She asked, "So how's Alan Junior doing today?" She reached under his sheets and had her hands wrapped around his penis before she even finished that sentence. She was pleased to see that he'd woken up with a woody. She thought, That's my sweetie. I swear to God, this boy just doesn't know the meaning of the word "flaccid."

But Alan pushed her hand away. She didn't take this well. She wore a maroon silk nightie. She leaned forward and began rubbing her tits into his chest. The silken material felt fantastic, especially contrasted with her hard nipples pressing into him.

But Alan said, "Sorry, Suzanne, you know I love it, and I love you. But I really, really, REALLY have to do some homework. I haven't done a lick all day." He tried to push her away, but with the entire weight of her body over his, he wasn't successful, and she continued her exquisite body rub.

Suzanne made her voice even more sultry and gravelly than it usually was. "But Sweetie. I need it so bad. I'll show you some licking! ... You see? This is why I held off on fucking you so long, because I knew that once we started I'd never be able to stop. I locked the door and I promise we'll be really fast. Once you drain that giant fire hose of yours into my squeezable cunt, your mind will be so much clearer to think about your studies."

She looked up at Alan's face and saw he wasn't falling for it. So she continued to rub her silky tits and continued to make her case. More complaining now, she said, "You KNOW you want it! Don't you? Aren't you a real man? Show me you are!" He refused to answer. Meanwhile, her hands battled with Alan's beneath the sheets for control of his penis.

"Sweetie, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me? God, I've never had to say those words to any man, and somehow it makes me want you that much more. What do I have to do? Do you want me to do a striptease? Do you want me to walk across the floor on all fours like a sex slave? I have my pride, but I'll do it!"

Suzanne was confused, because she found her lust growing with every passing second, as if some inexorable tidal wave was washing over her, taking control. Her own vocalization of her extreme fuck-need only served to excite her that much more.

Alan gave up the penis battle and let Suzanne begin to frantically jack him off with both hands while her upper body continued its thrusts all over his chest. But his move was just a tactical diversion. With his hands free and Suzanne's engaged, he was finally able to push her completely away from his body. Eventually he pushed her so far down the bed that she had to let go of his pole. Victorious, he said, "Sorry, Suzanne. But I really seriously have to work. I have a big test tomorrow and a twenty page paper due by the end of the week. I have tests every day this week! It's already eight o'clock and sex with you is never fast. It gloriously goes on for ever and ever. It totally kills me, but with my mom's goodnight kiss tradition and all, when am I going to have the time to even open a book if I don't do it now? I'm at the end of my rope!"

Suzanne burst out impulsively, "Don't talk about ropes!" But then she managed to calm herself somewhat. Trembling, she got up to leave. "Oh, poo. What if you really kick ass on your homework and I come back here in an hour to check on how you're doing?"

"That's an idea. Though I don't see how I can kick ass. I'm going to have you stuck in my head now. But I have to try. I really have to try."

Suzanne made it to the door and put her hand on the handle. But then she watched Alan walk to the dresser and slip on a T-shirt and sweatpants, then watched him sit down in front of his computer and turn it on. His penis made a tremendously large lump in the gray sweatpants and Suzanne found herself imagining that lump pushing in and out of her pussy so clearly that she feared she was losing her mind. What little self-control she had flew right out the window.

Alan turned around, and to his great surprise, he saw Suzanne crawling naked across the floor. It wasn't just what she was doing, but how she was doing it. Her face was contorted with a look of pure, wanton lust and desperation.

He looked all around his room, and then back at her. He could scarcely imagine that his ordinary room, a typically nerdy high schooler's room filled with books, CDs, computer stuff, the usual posters, and not much else, should contain a woman like Suzanne crawling across the floor, begging to get fucked. His mind reeled at the incongruity of it all.

She looked up and shot him an angry look. She complained as she continued to sexily shake her tits dangling down from her torso and exaggeratedly wiggle her ass, "Are you happy now? I can't believe I'm doing this! Look what you've done to my dignity. I feel so ashamed, but I can't stop myself. I MUST have your cock in me!"

Alan was aroused beyond all reason as he saw Suzanne nearly crying with need. But he closed his eyes and steeled his nerves. He said, "I swear to God, I'll fuck you tonight. How can I not, after seeing that, coming from you of all people? But it has to be AFTER the homework or I know I'll never get started. I'm going to keep my eyes closed and take a very cold shower. Please don't interrupt me unless you want to see my future fail. I HAVE to show resolve, and if it isn't this, Amy or someone else will be here in a minute. You have to keep them and yourself from my room. I beg of you!"

Suzanne was miffed, but also somewhat gratified that he had to close his eyes and beg her to stop. She said, "Okay. One hour. Max!" Then she fled the room.

CHAPTER 9

Suzanne staggered down the hallway, drunk with lust. Her high heels didn't make her walking any easier. She looked back and saw Alan flee across the hall and into the bathroom. That gave her a little smile. Yet she thought, My strategy is all messed up! I should be tactically thinking about what to do next to whom and why, but all I want to do is get fucked! I've made a complete fool of myself and I didn't even get fucked for all the bother.

She stood at the top of the stairs for a few minutes to somewhat compose herself, yet even after waiting she found herself nearly incapable of thought beyond fantasies of Alan fucking her. That wasn't helping. With nothing else to do she went downstairs to see what the other women were doing.

That was a big mistake for the condition she was in, because, if anything, Amy, Katherine, and Susan were even hornier than she was. Susan was in the middle of detailing an extremely sexual experience. She had her top down around her stomach and was roughly squeezing her own tits with both hands. Katherine and Amy sat on the couch across from her and had their hands busy beneath their see-through nighties. The fact that Amy and Katherine spent the whole afternoon fucking made them a bit tired, but no less ready to fuck some more than Susan.

As Suzanne got closer, she heard Susan say, "So then, while Alan, I meant Suzanne, kept pushing her strap-on in and out of me, I got so confused. One on hand, I was so busy thinking about Alan. I imagined his throbbing monster splitting me in two while his tanned and muscular chest pressed down onto my boobs. He was telling me how much he loved me and was promising me that he would make up for lost time and fuck me every single day for the rest of time. But it wasn't Alan! Even with my eyes closed, there was no way I could ignore Suzanne's massive jugs pressing back up into mine. Damn that woman, she was playing the mutual nipple rubbing game that she knows drives me crazy! My hands were on her ass, and that was no muscular male ass. God, her pale white ass is so supple and squeezable! And the smell! Since we were outside the house I couldn't smell the familiar Alan cum smell that now completely permeates our house and keeps us all in permanent heat. Instead, it was pussy everywhere, filling my nostrils and driving me mad. It was like I was getting fucked by both Suzanne AND Alan at once!"

That brought a new round of excited groans from everyone, including Suzanne. It was especially arousing for Suzanne since she could recall the smells and tastes and feels of the incident from that morning quite clearly. But Suzanne held up her hand and said in a loud voice, "Wait! Susan, you have to stop this minute!" Attention gained, Suzanne staggered forward and collapsed on another couch that faced Susan's.

Susan momentarily stopped the loving of her own tits, and said, "What? Did I do something wrong?"

In fact, the only reason Suzanne demanded the halt was because she was too aroused and couldn't take any more. The smell of sex filled the air and seemed to be suffocating her. The smell was like a siren calling her pussy to get fucked, but she only wanted Alan and he was cruelly unavailable.

However, Katherine saw an opportunity and answered first. "Yes, Mom. You DID do something wrong. Suzanne just got back from Alan's room. Look at her. She's just been ravished. I can't see any of the usual cum stains, so she probably got it deep in the mouth. No doubt he's completely unable to study, thanks to you getting everyone too horny with your hot stories. You've been terribly naughty. I think you need a good spanking!"

Susan bowed her head guiltily. "I have been naughty, haven't I? I'm sorry."

Suzanne wanted to put the spanking to a halt before it began so she could properly recover, but the sight of Susan's face looking contrite, not to mention Susan's tits hanging down, lightly bouncing, was too much. She could actually see her best friend's tits throbbing from across the room. She said, "Yes. Angel is right! You need a good spanking, and now. God, yes!"

Susan meekly nodded and resumed groping her tits. She said in a very small voice, "I'm sorry. It seems my tits have taken control again. I can't stop my hands."

Suzanne announced, "You need discipline. We're going to have to spank it into you. Okay, everybody get naked." She felt good to be taking command of the scene, and that temporarily quelled her profound lust.

"Everybody?" queried Susan. "Why do Katherine and Amy need to get naked too? They're just watching."

Good point, thought Suzanne. But then an excuse of sorts came to her mind. "Of course an observer doesn't need to get naked, but I thought they could administer some of the spankings too, so I could teach them how to do it. I may not always be around when you do something naughty with Alan."

Susan groaned lustily, "Oh no! EVERYONE is going to spank me? No! I can't take it. I'll be good, trust me..." But in fact there was nothing Susan wanted more at that moment than be heartily spanked, and everyone knew it.

There was very little clothing being worn in the first place, but now all that remained came off. Almost all, that is: the four of them all kept their high heels on.

Suzanne thought to herself, Why does Susan accept that both the spanker and spankee have to be naked? I think her brain has now completely migrated to her pussy! She found herself absentmindedly fondling a nearby ass until she looked around and saw with surprise that it was Amy's. She immediately pulled her hand away.

Amy was drowning in lust like everyone else. She complained, "Awww, Mom, why did you stop? That felt sooooo good." But Suzanne moved further away, so Amy walked a few steps in the other direction and she rubbed her ass up against Katherine's thigh. Katherine immediately got the picture and began rubbing Amy's ass in the same way Suzanne had been.

Suzanne was in no mood to ponder that but merely groaned with lust. She had half a mind to throw herself at her daughter, but then she remembered Susan's spank-craving ass, and her lust found a new target.

Everyone was standing around, waiting for Suzanne to take charge. Suzanne quickly surveyed the room, and then said, "Okay. Susan, lie down on that coffee table and get ready for an ass whooping."

Susan complained, "But the coffee table is low and cold."

"Hey. You're getting spanked, not taking a bubble bath. Now spread your legs wide so we all can see that delicious cunt of yours."

Susan immediately spread her legs as wide as they could go, and whimpered, "Yes, ma'am."

Suzanne considered, and had Katherine go get a silk sheet to put over the coffee table. She remembered the nice effects silk had on Alan a short time earlier, and also wanted to heighten Susan's anticipation with a dramatic delay. Plus, as she explained out loud, "Susan, I'm not getting sheets for your mercy, but for the mercy of the table. This is going to be one juicy spanking."

Susan shuddered and nearly came from those words alone.

Everything finally in place, Suzanne announced, "Okay, that's good. Get ready. This is going to hurt."

She brought her hand down onto her best friend's ass without any further ado, and the sound of a loud crack echoed throughout the whole house.

"Oww! Bloody hell! That really hurt!" Susan exclaimed. Her head and hands jerked up in automatic response, as if she could ward off the blow.

Unlike her previous spanking with Katherine, days before, Suzanne wasn't going easy this time. Partly it was because she was so sexually frustrated, and she let her frustration out on Susan's butt. But she wouldn't have done it if she'd didn't know that Susan would like it more that way. Susan did, though she didn't know it yet.

Suzanne said, "I told you it would. There wouldn't be any point if it didn't hurt. Get ready, here comes number two." Again she brought her hand down from high above, and slapped Susan's butt with a loud whack.

This time Susan grimaced and almost cried out, but stoically remained silent. Her entire body lifted completely off the coffee table this time and then slammed back down. She panted so heavily that she was nearly hyperventilating.

"What do you think, Katherine?" Suzanne asked, sounding calm despite her intense arousal. "How many spankings should we give her? How bad was she? 10? 15? 20? What do you think?"

"Oh, I think about 10 would be good," Katherine said, smiling wickedly. "Plus another five for monopolizing Alan's meaty penis too much and never giving me a piece."

"Fifteen?" Susan said with horror. "I thought it would only be ten! And I didn't know it would hurt half this bad. "

"A spanking is a spanking. Nothing we can do to change that," Suzanne said in a defeated tone, as if she was helpless to change anything. "But wait - there's no reason we can't give you something to distract yourself from the pain, like people having a shot of alcohol before doing something painful. What if we put a vibrator inside you so you can concentrate on that? Would you like that?"

"God, anything to get my mind off the pain!" Susan said in a tortured voice.

"Katherine, why don't you go get some vibrators? You can check my purse. We'll wait until you're back. Meanwhile I'll get Susan's cunt wet and ready for a big vibrator with my fingers. Susan, this is no mere dildo like the ones you tried this morning. This baby shakes with a life of its own." Getting the pussy ready with fingers was a thin excuse to play, since Susan's pussy was already wet from the spanking - in fact, she'd spent most of the day naked and dripping wet between her legs. Suzanne made a signal to Katherine of her fingers walking really slowly as if it was a person. It was meant to indicate that Katherine should take her time getting back, and the daughter understood immediately. Susan couldn't see the signal or in fact see Katherine or Suzanne at all from the position her head was in.

Katherine went looking for Suzanne's purse, which was in its usual place by the underwear cabinet. When she came back, she saw everyone staring up the stairs in great surprise.

CHAPTER 10

Katherine's eyes followed all the other eyes, and she saw Alan standing at the top of the stairs. He was still in T-shirt and sweatpants, and his sweatpants were enticingly tented out, just as they were when Suzanne last saw him. He walked down the stairs and continued into the living room.

The others were still quiet and frozen in place. Alan sat down on a couch and said, "Couldn't study. Sex on the brain. I heard the spanking sounds and finally gave up. I figure I'll just sit here and have some entertainment while I take a short snack break. Then I'll get back to work. No harm in that, is there?"

The others all looked at him with trepidation, knowing how clearly he'd emphasized that he shouldn't be disturbed by sexual shenanigans while studying. Susan said nervously, "Tiger, dear? You aren't mad at us? For distracting your important work?"

"Of course I'm mad, what with all those spank sounds. Somebody needs to be punished. Looks like that someone is you." He sat back to enjoy the show. Amy went to the kitchen and brought him an ice cream bar, since after all he said he wanted to have a snack. He also had her put on some music (she put on an Aretha Franklin box set CD, mostly because she knew it would play a long time). He blew her a kiss of thanks and began sucking on the bar.

Suzanne resumed her work, which mostly involved working her fingers in and out of Susan's pussy. She explained, "We're preparing Susan for the next spanking. She was too stressed out with the first two." Susan's experience with vibrators only stretched back to earlier that morning, and Suzanne deliberately misled her that one had to extensively prepare the pussy before sticking something really big in it, just as one usually needed Vaseline and the like before sticking a penis or vibrator in the ass. So everyone watched while Suzanne continued to finger Susan's privates. Susan just whimpered in humiliation and arousal. After a couple of minutes, Suzanne stuck her thumb in Susan's asshole, and the rest of her fingers on that hand kept working her pussy.

Eventually Susan cried in exasperation, "Isn't it time already? My cunt can't get any more drenched and ready than this!" She moved her ass down to the edge of the coffee table, then stuck it high in the air, and generally moved it every which way as if she was trying to shake Suzanne's hand off of her, but Suzanne held on for the ride.

Suzanne held back a chuckle. "Oh. You're ready? I've been waiting for you to say something."

"Thank God! Am I ready? Have mercy! I seriously can't take it if you make me cum anymore. Please finish these spankings before my sopping wet pussy makes me die of dehydration!"

"Okay," said Suzanne. "While I administer the spankings, Amy why don't you put in the vibrator and administer that."

"'Okey dokey!" Amy sat between Susan's legs, right where Suzanne had just been sitting. Suzanne moved off to the side a bit. Katherine meanwhile sat on one couch and frigged herself while Alan sat on another. He took his sweatpants off as soon as he was done with the ice cream bar, and his penis shot straight up. But he didn't seem to want any assistance with his usual "problem" just yet.

Amy took the biggest vibrator of the three vibrators that had been found in Suzanne's purse, a thick twelve-incher, and pushed it into Susan's pussy. Suzanne took another and stuck it in herself. She said, "Katherine, us spankers and vibrator operators get tired, too. Can you come here and keep our vibrators pumping in and out?" Suzanne saved Katherine for this job so Amy wouldn't be the one getting intimate with her pussy.

Katherine gladly got up and did what Suzanne wanted, since Alan's body language indicated that he still didn't want his penis touched.

"Ouch! Ooooohhhh..." Susan groaned. "What the hell? That's so big! That hurts! I'm so sore down there!" Amy began pushing the vibrator in and out of Susan's hole with long, slow strokes. Amy played with Susan's clit with her other hand.

"Let's see if that's better now. Here comes another spanking," said Suzanne. Her hand rained down onto Susan's ass cheeks.

A really loud groan escaped Susan's mouth. She mumbled, "I'm getting fucked! I'm getting fucked!"

"Does the vibrator make it more bearable?" Suzanne asked, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Well, it certainly is distracting, but does it have to be so damn big? Can't you use a different one?"

Suzanne said, "Okay, Amy, keep working that vibrator while I go get a smaller one so we don't lose any progress. I'll be back in a sec."

Suzanne disengaged. Although her ostensible purpose was to find a smaller vibrator, she really just wanted to stall for time so Amy could ram the big vibrator into Susan over and over and repeatedly push Susan over the orgasmic edge. Katherine meanwhile was focusing on pushing a vibrator in and out of Amy while Amy reached back and did the same to Katherine.

"I don't think that's necessary, I think I'm already well lubricated," Susan said to Amy, but Amy kept on. Susan began another multiple orgasm. She moaned even louder than before, making torturous, gasping cries of joy.

Alan broke his silence. He pointed to the vibrator in Suzanne's pussy, and said to her, "Why don't you use that one?"

Suzanne, surprised, pulled the still wiggling vibrator out of her pussy and handed it to Amy. It was indeed smaller than the previous one Amy had been using. Amy switched vibrators in Susan with hardly a pause for the mother to somewhat recover.

Alan then motioned to Suzanne. "Come over here and sit on my lap. I want you to be my penis tender. Let Amy and Katherine take care of the rest of the spankings. They need the practice more." Then he spoke to Katherine. "Little Fat Pussy-lipped Sis, do you think you can handle the spanking part?"

"Sure can, Big Saturn V Rocket Brother." She was happy he reminded her to use his big nicknames. She was particularly proud of her Saturn V mention - the rocket that sent the first men to the moon - because the rocket was both so massive and so phallic-shaped.

Susan complained, "Wait! Things are getting out of control. We can't have an orgiiieee-eeeeeek!" Amy was pistoning the new vibrator in and out of Susan, and the sexy mother's butt shook and writhed in every direction. Her boobs swung wildly and occasionally rubbed deliciously against the silky bed sheets. She was surprised at how much that would set her off even more.

Susan was suffering such pleasure that she had her eyes firmly closed, as if she couldn't take any more sensory input. That was a good thing, because as Suzanne got near Alan, he meant what he said and had her sit right on his lap. Suzanne smiled a wide smile, because with his penis pointing up into the air like a totem pole, she knew that sitting there could mean only one thing. She was so extremely grateful that she wanted to cry.

Alan guided her hips down as she slowly impaled herself on his penis. She was amazed at Alan's boldness, considering that Susan still didn't know that the two of them had begun fucking, and she still would have been very angry if she found out. But Alan had been recalling his promise to fuck Suzanne within the hour, and thought, Why not now? He gambled that Susan would be so distracted by the spanking that she wouldn't notice. It was a good guess, because she was extremely distracted.

Amy and Katherine on the other hand, had no problem seeing what Suzanne and Alan were doing. Katherine smiled and Amy gave a cum-covered thumbs up, as both her hands were now sticky with pussy juices.

Suzanne said as she started subtly bouncing up and down on Alan's dick, "Orgy? I don't know what you're talking about, Susan. Things are very respectable here. Just because Amy, Katherine, and you are all fervently pounding vibrators into each other and I'm squeezing Alan's penis with the crack of my ass, that doesn't mean we're having an orgy. We're just having a friendly, corrective spanking." Suzanne figured that she needed a lie that would be at least remotely anatomically possible, in case Susan glanced over.

That was a wise thing, because Susan immediately opened her eyes and glanced over. "You're squeezing his penis with YOUR WHAT? AAAAIIIEEE!"

Susan cried because Katherine's hand suddenly came crashing down. Katherine thought on her feet and spanked before she was planning to in order to distract Susan before she could get a good look at how Suzanne and Alan were positioned. The idea worked, as Susan closed her eyes tight while her whole body buckled. She kept her eyes closed while she recovered from the pain. She was grateful that Amy sped up her vibrator thrusting and comforting ass rubbing as soon as the spanking stopped.

"That was number four," Katherine announced.

"Four?" Susan exclaimed. "Only four?!? How will I make it to fifteen?"

"I don't know," Katherine answered as if she could care less about her mother's suffering. Amy's ass rubbing hand withdrew while the vibrator pumping hand thrust even more frantically, indicating that another spanking was coming.

Meanwhile, Suzanne found herself getting only more aroused, despite the fact that she was the only female lucky enough to be actively fucking. Her feelings grew better and better as she neared climax, and she discovered that she was actually crying with joy. She moaned like she never moaned before, and there was a desperation in her voice she'd never voiced before.

A hand came crashing down once more. Spankings five, six and seven followed, with big pauses between each. Each one was a little bit weaker than the previous one, and Susan found the pleasure of the experience constantly increasing. Despite Katherine's uncaring posture, she was doing everything she did to make her mother feel good.

Soon Susan began looking forward to another swat of Katherine's hand with great anticipation. Her pussy was already leaking a constant stream, and it seemed the entire experience was a non-stop series of orgasms for her. Katherine and Amy played with each other between spankings, even as they kept the vibrators going in Susan, and they were climaxing repeatedly as well.

Susan also moaned extremely loudly, which was a good thing, because those moans, plus Amy's and Katherine's and the Aretha Franklin music, helped cover up Suzanne's increasingly loud cries. Suzanne was now bouncing wildly up and down in Alan's lap. She had tried to merely subtly bounce up and down on Alan's shaft, counting on her remarkable pussy squeezing ability to do most of the work. She was such a good squeezer that normally she could completely satisfy her partner without either of them moving their hips in the slightest, if that's what she wanted to do. But this was not a normal situation. She succeeded in being subtle for a short while. But she'd been nearly incoherently horny before Alan started fucking her, and the excitement of essentially cheating on Susan right in front of her was too much for her to be subtle about anything. Now her body had taken control and a stream of happy tears freely flowed down her face. She couldn't stop fucking even if Susan walked up to her to see what she was doing. She could barely even control her moans and her desire to yell, "Alan! Fuck me harder!"

The fact that Alan was reaching around and firmly probing her tits with both of his hands drove her that much closer to practically losing her sanity. She was amazed at how much more sensitive her nipples felt than she could ever recall them feeling before. It was as if this fucking was a completely new experience.

Amy administered spankings eight, nine and ten, and the switching of positions led to a lot of finger fucking and switching of vibrators by all involved. Katherine, now with the job of keeping Susan's pussy happy, changed positions so she could stick her foot into Susan's crotch. Still wearing her high heels, she took a heel and rubbed it against Susan's clit, and then all around the crotch region. It was hard to tell what Susan's reaction to this was, since Susan was constantly moaning, whimpering, and gasping for breath, and hadn't been capable of coherent speech since about the seventh spanking.

Katherine then pushed it into Susan's pussy a bit, and was rewarded with an exceptionally loud shriek before Susan resumed her usual cries of passion. As she ground her heel into Susan's pussy lips, she casually said to Amy, "I'm so glad to see that you're finally wearing high heels. What caused the change? You know it's the only item of clothing Alan wants us to wear?"

"I know that now," Amy replied. "I wish you would have told me sooner. Suzanne gave me that advice yesterday. We're totally helping each other out lately. It's like we're a team!" Then she added, "I have trouble walking in them, to be honest. But that's okay, since it's for Alan."

Alan meanwhile had paused in his fucking to get yet another "second wind." Suzanne was overhearing Amy and Katherine talk, and the pause enabled her to be calm enough to comment naughtily, "You don't need to walk around in them, my Honey Pie. Just crawl on all fours. I know Alan likes that." She gave Alan's penis a knowing squeeze with her strong pussy muscles, successfully reminding him of her own shameless naked crawl in his room just a short time earlier. But the reminder aroused her even more than it aroused him, which was saying quite a lot.

Amy replied cluelessly, "What, should I do that now? Alan, would you like me to crawl over there and lick your feet?"

Alan groaned. He shook his head no, but was so excited by Amy's willingness to do anything to please him that he picked Suzanne up about six inches and dropped her back down onto his penis, thereby indicating that it was time to resume fucking. Suzanne complied, and her pussy squeezing resumed with a vengeance. He was so pleased with the effect of picking her up and dropping her back down that he periodically repeated it, expertly timing it with his usual thrusts.

While all this fucking was going on, Alan had the sense of mind to think, Fucking amazing! It's all so incredible that I'm practically seeing stars. Amy! Mom! Sis! Suzanne! Each one is more amazing than the last, and they're all mine!

Amy found swatting Susan's butt great fun. Katherine had her stop at ten because Susan's butt was getting really red, particularly since Amy spanked with great gusto. It was the first time she'd been a spanker, and she didn't realize the damage she was doing. Not only that, but Katherine wanted to move onto the next part, which was "healing" Susan's sore butt.

Before long, both Katherine and Amy began rubbing hand cream all over Susan's butt. Four hands were on her at once. But funnily enough, most of the cream seemed to end up Susan's pussy and up her anus, and even found its way to her tits. The two girls were having so much fun playing with Susan's helpless body that they mostly forgot the vibrators still hanging out of both their pussies. However, the vibrators were still turned on, and continued to pleasantly shake and whir.

After a couple of minutes, Katherine had an idea and pulled Susan until her butt hung completely over the edge of the coffee table. That allowed her to get underneath the table and begin licking her mother's pussy while Amy continued to work on Susan's butt. Amy picked up the vibrator that had just vacated Susan's pussy and shoved it up Susan's asshole. Susan was so far gone that she was barely able to manage a whimper in reply.

Eventually everyone had so many climaxes that they simply couldn't go on. Katherine and Amy collapsed on the floor and Katherine fell asleep right away. For better or worse, the two girls forgot to take the vibrator out of Susan's butt, so Susan continued to lay with her butt hanging out the edge of the table, still quietly whimpering as the vibrator continued to do strange things to her ass.

Alan ended up cumming twice into Suzanne. His second time more or less coincided with Katherine and Amy collapsing. Suzanne collapsed right where she was, which meant her body flopped all over Alan's and his penis remained lodged in her pussy. He was too tired to do anything about it. Suzanne had long lost the ability to think coherently, but pure luck prevented her from crying out any telltale words that might have given away their activity.

Also luckily, Susan was too occupied to ever cast another glance in their direction. Even after it was all over, Susan's eyes remained closed with her face plastered into the silken sheets of the coffee table. She had lost her glasses somewhere along the way.

Amy was the first one to somewhat recover. She got on her knees and crawled back to Susan and began experimentally poking. She commented, "Wow. Alan, your mom is amazing. Look. Every time I touch her, it sets off an orgasmic moan. It's like her entire body is wired to do nothing but climax. Look. It even does it when I touch the back of the knee. ... Or the front. ... Wow. It's like she's a living blow-up fuck doll, with great sound effects."

Alan didn't respond, but he physically lifted Suzanne off of him and sat her on the couch to his side, wanting to get her off of him before he grew aroused again.

Suzanne had a most unusual dreamy look in her eye. Alan looked at her and wondered if all the outstanding fucking might have somehow damaged her mind. But after a couple minutes Suzanne's eyes managed to focus on Amy's poking and Susan's resulting little yelps of joy. She smiled widely. She turned to Alan, and, recalling his earlier "I'm at the end of my rope" frustrated comment, she chuckled and said, "NOW you're at the end of your ropes!"

Susan too, slowly started to come around. She finally stood up, pulled the vibrator out of her ass, turned it off, and threw it aside. Amy returned to the floor since she no longer had an orgasmic body to poke. Susan stretched and yawned. She was wiped out. Then she looked over at Suzanne and Alan and exclaimed, "Fuck. My cunt is sooooooo sore!" She reached down and started rubbing her sore spot.

Suzanne replied, "Sorry. It's probably my fault. I think I may have overdid it with the dildos this morning." But inside a light clicked on in Suzanne's sex-addled head, and she thought. Wait. That was the plan! Keep Susan's pussy too sore for Alan to fuck her. It worked! Excellent! Wow, Suzanne. You're smart. She giggled in delight. Despite her plan succeeding, at least for now, she was thinking and acting more like the dumbest stereotypical dumb blonde than the usually razor-sharp Suzanne. Her brain still hadn't fully recovered from her overwhelming fuck-lust. She continued to giggle for far too long.

Alan turned to her and asked, "What's so funny, Aunt Suzy?"

Suzanne pondered for a while, aware that Amy, Susan, and Alan were all waiting for her to say something. She eventually came up with, "I was just thinking. God, it's a good thing we didn't get in an orgy." She laughed heartily at that.

Alan laughed too. "Yeah. Good thing. It was reaaaal close, but we managed to stave it off."

Susan looked at him confused. "We did? That's good." Then she shuddered. "If that wasn't an orgy, I hate to think how arousing an orgy can get."

She staggered forward a couple of steps, then took her high heels off so she could walk easier. She walked up to Alan and said, "It's probably still early, but I'm going to have to give you your goodnight kiss now and go to bed. If I can make it that far. I'm so totally destroyed! I don't think my cunt will recover for a week!"

Alan quipped, "That's okay, I have to go do my homework now anyways." It was a joke, and everyone laughed, because it was blatantly clear that Alan would be in no shape to do any homework any time soon. Pretty much all of them qualified as "destroyed."

Susan bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She said, "I never did get to suck your cock since that one mere time this morning. That makes me so sad. Oh well. I guess maybe that's part of my spanking punishment. Suzanne, what did I learn with my spanking?"

Suzanne thought for a while. Or at least she tried to think - it seemed as if her brain had stopped working. Amy helpfully stood up and whispered in Suzanne's ear. Then Suzanne answered, repeating what Amy told her, "You learned not to be distracting when Alan is trying to study."

"Oh. Right." Susan then kissed Suzanne on the lips and then kissed Amy on the lips. Amy was now cuddled up around Alan. Susan looked at the sleeping Katherine and blew her a kiss, then dragged herself up the stairs.

Alan found himself drifting off. When he woke up, Katherine and Suzanne were both gone. Suzanne managed to pull herself enough to take a shower before heading home. Katherine just went straight to bed. Amy was still in his arms, sleeping.

He disengaged without waking Amy and found the clock. It was past nine thirty. He didn't have the heart to wake Amy, but instead set an alarm to go off in thirty minutes to make sure Amy wouldn't spend the entire night on the couch. He was too tired to deal.

As he walked up the stairs he thought, Good fucking really takes a lot out of you. So much for getting any homework done. I aaaaalllmost managed to put my foot down and resist Suzanne. And I thought I was damn near heroic with the willpower that showed, but it was all for nothing. I'll do better tomorrow. Tuesday. Oh shit. A Tuesday.

He staggered off to bed.

CHAPTER 11 (Tuesday, Nov. 19)

Alan woke up the next morning feeling quite refreshed. Then the bad news hit him like a ton of bricks: he had another big test in mere hours and he hadn't studied at all. He was bound to get another F, to go along with the one he got the day before. He sighed and rolled out of bed. He'd set his alarm clock to wake him up half an hour early to have some sexual fun before school, so he at least consoled himself with that prospect.

He strolled down to the kitchen for breakfast and was met by a sight to behold. His mother was up early too and already working in the kitchen, dressed like a French maid. She had the stereotypical black cloth with white frills maid's outfit. She even had the visor-shaped white hair band and a big ribbon-styled bow on the back. There was another bow and more frills around her neck. Alan had no idea where or when she'd found the outfit, especially since it was no ordinary maid's uniform. In actual fact, Suzanne had bought it on one of her erotic clothing shopping sprees but kept it a secret from Alan until now.

Like the nighties Susan preferred lately, the outfit was designed to be just a little too short. Or actually, much too short. If she was standing still, Alan would be able to see about an inch or two of her pussy from the front. In the back, half of her ass was exposed no matter what she did. If she bent or moved at all, any 98 year old man who'd been impotent for years would get the hard-on of his life. And in her front top, just about as much of her boobs were exposed as could be possible without the nipples popping out - if she was standing perfectly still. From armpit to armpit there was virtually no fabric at all, except for two patches of fabric rising from below the boobs that reached up just enough to cover the nipples. At least, they did for most women. Because Susan was so busty, her hard nipples poked out at the slightest movement.

Susan was very proud of herself. "Good morning, Tiger. Do you like my new dress?" She twisted her body at the waist so that she could wiggle her ass at him while giving him a good view of her heaving, jiggling boobs at the same time, causing her nipples to repeatedly cover and uncover.

"I like! More than like - I'm in awe. This is even better than your nighties!"

"Well, don't make up your mind just yet. This is just one version. It has all kinds of detachable and adjustable pieces. For instance, you can also do this with it." She grabbed the parts of the uniform covering her nipples, and pulled them down. Her tits popped completely out of the dress, and the wire frame in the dress now served as supports under her tits, causing them to stick out farther than Alan had ever seen them go. Then she grabbed the part of the dress mostly failing to cover up her pussy, and pulled it up. More wire frame work caused it to freeze in its new position, completely exposing her pussy to Alan's eyes.

He cried out, "Whoa! That's even better! So intense!" He whipped his penis out of his shorts as fast as he could, and rapidly closed the distance to his mother.

She turned away from him and bent over, so he could "get her attention." She held onto the counter in front of her only with her hands, while her forehead rested against it. She did it that way so her boobs would be free to dangle straight down enticingly.

He grabbed her in the ass as he did every morning, but he didn't stop there. He kissed her all over the neck and shoulders, and nibbled on her earlobes. She moaned in delight.

So far he'd avoided her tits, and that was for a reason. He said, "My, you certainly are a cute maid. I'm glad to see my mom got someone to help cleaning up around here. All she seems to know how to do any more is suck her son's cock all day long."

Susan replied poutily, "Not all day, unfortunately. Yesterday you made me go HOURS and HOURS without cock. That's why I'm wearing this uniform, to make sure you don't deprive me this time."

Alan joked, "Oh, so that's you after all. Glad to see you, Mom. Maybe you can help me out. I'm looking for a sex cow. I was told there was one around here somewhere." He continued to grope the back side of the obscenely bent over Susan.

"That's me! That's me!" Susan answered eagerly. "I'm your sex cow!"

"Oh, good. Because it's time for your morning milking."

"Morning milking?" She said with a raising excitement in her voice. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"If I've learned one thing recently, it's that your tits have NEEDS. Very important needs. They must be sucked, groped, pulled, yanked, and yes, even fucked, on a daily basis. In short, they must be milked every day."

"Fucking son of a bitch yes! CHRIST, you're a good son! Do it, Son! DO my tits in EVERY WAY! OWN my tits! Possess them! They need you! What are you waiting for?"

Despite his talk, Alan's hands had yet to move from her back and shoulders. They weren't even touching her ass, though his penis now pressed against it, torturing her with its delightfully hot feel. He said, "I'm waiting because I'm confused. Why is it when I milk your tits, the milk doesn't come out of the nipple, but flows out of your pussy instead?"

Susan thrust her ass further up and back, hoping to make more contact. "Oh, Tiger, that's because your mommy is completely filled with milk. She's a sex doll filled with milk instead of air. It flows out of me everywhere!"

"Well then, maybe I'd better milk your pussy every day too. I'd hate to see all that milk build up and up until you burst. Would you like that, Mom? Would you like me to milk your cunt and tits every day?" He touched her pussy lips and watched with amusement as her entire body shook with a tremendous orgasm.

She cried, "Fuck yes! Alan, I've just GONE WHORE! My brain has been completely taken over by my tits and my cunt! They're in charge now, and demand that you fuck me! FUCK me! Any hole, just fuck your WHORE MOTHER! And for God's sake, touch my tits already! They're burning up!"

Alan took his hand away from her pussy and grasped both of her tits firmly, lifting them and her up from the counter she was bending over. As a result, she screamed and her entire body shook like a jackhammer. Alan had never seen anything like it: her entire body was shaking in an almost inhuman fashion while she went through what must have been the mother of all orgasms.

Alan's burning penis was still pressing up against one of her ass cheeks. He didn't think at all, but just acted. With his hands still mauling her tits, he pulled his lower body away and then swung it back in, hoping to hit a hole.

His penis landed directly on her anus and most of the penis head went inside it before he even realized what was happening. He yelled, "Take this, whore mother!" and pressed deeper.

"Oh my GOD! Alan, not the butt! It hurts!" his mother screamed. Then she began wailing incoherently. Susan's anus had never been penetrated by anything so large (the vibrator in there last night had luckily been a small one, less wide than Alan's thick and all natural tool). Furthermore, Alan didn't use lubrication or anything else to prepare. He just shoved it in deep, forcefully. He wasn't thinking that he could cause any damage.

But his penis head pushed all the way in, and then the penis kept going. And going. It went a good six inches before it finally stopped. Both Alan and Susan could hardly believe it. Alan grunted as loud as he could manage, and Susan screamed loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.

Katherine was in her room making herself sexy for Alan when she heard the screaming and ran to the kitchen to see what the fuss was all about. By then, Alan had one hand on his mother's boobs, four fingers of the other hand up her pussy, and his penis was pistoning in and out of his mother's asshole with very long and deep strokes. At first Katherine didn't even recognize Susan, because of the maid's uniform and all the hair that had fallen down over her mother's face. She thought Alan was fucking some new, and obviously extremely hot, hired help. But Susan's huge, swaying jugs quickly gave her away. Katherine had only ever seen four women with tits that big, and the hair style proved it wasn't Suzanne, Xania, or Brenda.

"Mom! Are you okay?" Katherine yelled.

"Woooo-hoooo! Yeeeeesssss!" Susan screamed. "I'm very okay!" Alan was now pumping in and out of her butt with a regular and profoundly penetrating pounding, and her pain had been overwhelmed by sheer pleasure.

Katherine just stood and stared.

"Ah-Ah-Alan... Yes! YES! Alan surprised me, is all!" Susan screamed, barely able to put a short sentence together. "YEEEESSS!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Yes! Alan is fucking meeeeeeeeee!"

Alan continued to pound into her mercilessly. She'd only been clutching onto the edge of the counter with her hands, but his body slowly drove her forward along the counter until the front of her thighs rammed against its side. His driving penis forced her hard into it, and he slammed her over and over again.

They both continued to yell and scream, though neither said very much. About all he said was, "I'm going to fuck you, Mom! Fuck you! Fuck you up the ass!"

Variations of that drove her to further screams and further heights of ecstasy. Susan tended to just say, "He's fucking me! Fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" and the like, over and over. The way she was carrying on, Alan felt as if he really was having full intercourse with her.

Finally he began pumping his semen into her anus without warning. He let out a banshee scream as his penis began to shoot. It seemed that time slowed and he shot rope after rope, forever.

But time was going too fast for Susan. "Wait! Wait! No!" She yelled, suddenly fighting to get her ass free from being further impaled by his penis. "Your precious seed! Don't waste it there! In my mouth! Mouth is better!"

But there was no way for her to get off from being speared by his big pole, turn around, and suck him off in time, especially since his penis seemed permanently lodged up her back hole. Alan continued to pound his seed into her ass. "Sorry, Mom, too late! Maybe next time!" The two continued for many long, mutually satisfying moments until he was all spent. She flopped her chest down onto the counter, where he continued to cup and fondle her tits with both hands until his penis shriveled up and eventually popped out of her rear hole.

"What a way to say good morning!" Susan finally said. His hands finally stopped groping, but she grabbed them and encouraged them to keep going.

Katherine stood by, fascinated, but also fuming in jealousy. I've been getting myself all pretty for Alan, and he hasn't even looked at me yet! How the hell can I compete with not only that body, but that outfit? Where they hell did she find that obscene maid outfit? The set of a porno movie? Grr!

Alan finally looked at his sister and smiled. He tore himself away from his hot mother and staggered to the refrigerator, propping himself up by leaning against it. "Man, that was good," he mumbled, lost for words. He mostly stared off into space with a shit-eating grin.

"Sorry Angel," Susan said to Katherine, as she plopped down onto the kitchen floor in total exhaustion. "I didn't mean to surprise you, but Alan surprised me. I had no idea he was going to do that." She began to put her maid suit back into some semblance of order, and even put on an extra piece that covered the shoulders. That was as covered up as she could get, but it wasn't very much. Her nipples looked liable to pop out of her top at any moment.

"I had no idea I was going to either!" Alan exclaimed. "But when I saw you in that maid outfit, I lost all control. It was total luck that I fucked you in the ass and not in the cunt. Maybe I had your ass on my mind at the time because you said your tits and cunt had taken control and I was wondering if your ass had a say in things too. Funny thought, that. ... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You could have gotten hurt."

Susan smiled, unperturbed her son had almost fucked her. "Oh, don't be. All those hormones surging through you shows you're such a big, healthy boy. You may have crossed a boundary or two there, but I'll let it slide this time, so to speak." That was a joke (and a play on words) because it was clear that all boundaries were pretty much gone now.

She went on, "Tiger, it seems we're going to fuck soon. You know it and I know it. We all have to have our holes ready to be impaled by your raging fuck rod at any moment. I'm glad it didn't happen now though, because my cunt is SOOOO SORE from yesterday. I wouldn't have properly enjoyed it."

Alan said, "I know! Last night was so intense. And then this morning is so intense. I can't handle this much intensity. My intense sexual experience meter is on overload. I have no idea how I'll be able to go to school after that."

Susan asked, "Who says you have to go to school? My cunt is in bad shape and you just destroyed my ass too, but what about my mouth and tits? Are you going to go to school leaving them all unfucked? They'll feel so left out." She winked seductively at Alan, which caused an urge to well up inside of him to do some more of her holes, especially since her nipples continued to poke in and out of her uniform even as she composed herself to mollify Katherine's anger. The cut of the dress was such that her nipples couldn't remain covered for long unless Susan stayed as still as a statue.

Alan staggered over to a stool and sat near Katherine. He felt totally blown away in some unexplainable way, much more than just his "typical" sexually intense experience. He felt like he'd just machine gunned down a crowd of people or woke up from a thousand years of sleep. But he slowly came back from some weird place into the here and now of the kitchen. Eventually he reached out and poured himself a glass of orange juice, then downed it.

He knew Katherine was there, but he still hadn't fully digested her presence. Now he sat down on a stool next to her then turned and looked at her for the first time that morning.

CHAPTER 12

Katherine tried to act normal, but she was nearly ready to cry. She felt really out of it, like she'd just missed a once in a lifetime experience.

Susan lifted up her naked butt a bit so she could rub her now very sore ass. That immediately captured Alan's attention. Her maid uniform certainly didn't get in the way of her ass groping. Fluid was leaking out of her anus, so she scooped some up and tasted it. It was Alan's cum. "Yummy!" she said happily, making Katherine only more frustrated.

Alan was still mostly focused on Susan. "Mom, how is it that you took my penis in so easily?"

She smiled. "I've been waiting for you to do that for some time, now. Remember Angel what I said earlier: we have to be ready to be taken in any hole at any time. Any good looking woman who knows Alan needs to be that accommodating. Every morning I've been lubing up my ass as part of my morning routine, hoping that today would be the lucky day. I had a good feeling about today, since it's a Tuesday."

Alan asked, "But Mom. If you wanted it that bad, why didn't you just plainly say: fuck my ass now?"

Susan answered wryly, "Tiger, women very rarely state anything so directly. It's true. I've told you this before: when it comes to women, you need to know what you want and just take it for your own. I don't want my son to turn into a rapist, but I know you and know you'd never rape. But if you get incredibly aggressive and then pull back with your amazing self-control if you keep getting bad vibes, there isn't a woman you won't be able to fuck."

Alan considered that. "Mom, that's some serious advice. I'll have to think about that."

Alan was still a little spaced out, but Susan noticed her daughter's mood. "Tiger, that was beyond great, but I think you should look after our sweet Angel. It looks like she's feeling neglected."

"I am!" Katherine blurted out, finally directing all of Alan's attention to her. "Brother, I can't compete with Mom! I don't have an outfit like that. I don't have an ass like that, or a body like that. There's no way! How can I compare?" Katherine was wearing a whitish, see-through nightie that was even sexier than the ones she'd worn in the days before. In most any other situation, in any crowd of sexy women, Alan or any other heterosexual man would have been drawn to Katherine like a magnet. But it was true; Katherine couldn't compare to Susan this morning. Nobody could. His sister began to cry.

The counter stools were close enough that Alan was able to reach out and embrace his sister without leaving his stool. "Don't cry," he said soothingly. "I think you're amazing. You're totally sexy. You're so fuckable. You're the best! Really. Don't cry!" His words just seemed to make her cry even more.

She reached out and hugged him tightly, bawling into his shoulder. "You're just saying that," she said. "Between Mom and Suzanne, there's just no way. They could be and should be movie stars. And Amy's your girlfriend now. She's getting so big and sexually experienced. I swear, her tits are growing bigger every day. ... You don't like me! I'm so far down on your list!" She threw herself onto him, crying on his shoulder even more.

He put his hand on her chin, and lifted her head up until his eyes locked onto hers. "Listen to me. I can't say I merely like you, only because I love you. I love you as much as anybody in the world. I love you and Mom more than anyone else in the whole wide world, and I love you two equally. Today I got horny for Mom because of the maid's uniform and everything, but tomorrow you'll do something that will turn me on just as much. You will! Didn't we have a great time yesterday?"

She conceded that with a tiny nod.

"Yeah, Mom is hot and she has big boobs, but you're amazing too! You've got a totally hot body too. Who is more attractive than you in our entire high school? Heather? Amy? Maybe to some, but you have more smarts and personality than both of them. And I think you're the hottest of them. It really hurts me to say that, because I really love Amy, but she's only my girlfriend and you're my sister. You're MY movie star. I love you!"

"Oh Alan! I love you too!" She leaned forward and they began kissing passionately. Alan felt a new and deeper bond with Katherine as they kissed. She eventually pulled away from his mouth to say, "Brother, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be jealous, but sometimes I can't help it. I love you. I promise I'll be better. I don't care if you fuck Mom, or Suzanne, or Amy, or anybody, as long as you say you love me."

Alan turned towards Susan sitting in the stool behind him. She was wiping tears of joy from her face. "That was so touching, you two. I love you both, so much!"

"We love you too, don't we Katherine?" said Alan.

"You know we do, Mom," Katherine said enthusiastically. "You're the best mom ever, Mom! Dad can go screw himself for all I care, 'cos just having you is better than having two parents."

"Don't forget Suzanne," Susan pointed out. "She's like your second mother in all but name."

"Yeah, and we love her too, but you're number one." Katherine got up and hugged her mother, and then began kissing her on the mouth.

Alan stood up too, and said, "It's corny, but let's have a group hug." The three of them all got up and hugged each other tightly. Finally they all let go and went back to their seats.

Susan commented, "Wow, I had no idea this would be such an emotional morning. I'll have to be careful with this maid's uniform. It's like an attraction nuclear weapon for Alan! ... Do you two want to have your breakfast? I was making some oatmeal but I'm afraid it's gone cold. And Katherine, can you tend to Alan's penis while I cook?"

"Mom, you ARE number one," Alan said. "Breakfast is fine, but I have something more important to do. I need to give Katherine a special experience like we just shared. I know it won't be the same; lightning can't be made to strike twice, but I'd like to at least try to do what I did to you just now, to Katherine. It's a way to show she's just as important to me."

"Well, I must admit I get a little jealous thinking of you fucking your sister in the ass, but I certainly won't stop it since she and I are here to serve your every pleasure." As an aside more to herself than Alan, she commented, "I swear, the more I give up control to you and become a sex toy for you to do what you will, the more and greater orgasms I have. If only more mothers accepted ALL their mommy responsibilities..." Focusing again on Alan's face, she continued, "I think you're right. Katherine needs some special affection right now."

Alan asked, "Can I ask, who's in control of you now? Your rational brain or your tits and cunt duo?"

Susan thought. "Hmm. A little bit of both, I guess. I don't think tits and cunt will ever completely release their hold, now that they've kicked the door down and successfully stormed my brain. I think the tits have been generally in charge this morning ever since your 'morning milking' comment."

She turned to her daughter and spoke in a gentle, loving voice. "Don't mind me, or my crazy ramblings. What Alan did to me will keep me satisfied a long time. So you two go and have your fun. And Angel, it feels a little painful at first, but I promise you'll love him going up your back door. Remember that Alan is going to be doing that a lot from now on, since he literally owns your ass, and mine, but your first time will always be extra special " She smiled endearingly, as if she was talking about some nice academic achievement that made her proud, and not her son fucking her daughter's asshole. Her typical suburban soccer mom housewife credibility would also have been boosted if she didn't have both nipples hanging out of her erotic French maid's uniform and wasn't wearing a silly maid's headband, while tenderly rubbing her exposed ass.

Alan nudged Katherine, "What do you say, Sis? Should we go to your room and take our time?"

"Totally! That would be great, Big Heat-Seeking Missile Brother. But what about school?"

Alan suggested, "Good thing we started early. If we skip breakfast, and maybe just grab a bite to eat on the way out, we'll have at least half an hour and still make it to school in plenty of time."

The two of them ran to Katherine's room. Katherine fully expected to be fucked in the ass, but once he lay on top of her, Alan whispered to his sister, "The ass is good, but it won't be so special to me to do that right now after just having that amazing ass ram with Mom. Why don't I fuck you right in your cunt? Won't that be better? We've never done it on your own bed."

"But what about Mom?" Katherine whispered. "Won't she know? If I know her at all, she's certainly going to be listening in at least part of the time."

"No. That's the great thing. Thanks to the locked door, you can scream 'Fuck me!' at the top of your lungs, and she'll just think you're talking about getting fucked in the ass. Just throw the word 'ass' in there from time to time, and she definitely won't suspect a thing."

So Alan and Katherine had a good, hard, long fuck. They both screamed the most obscene things, and their mother was never the wiser to what they were really doing. Susan gave them a lot of leeway as far as time went. Alan fucked Katherine once, rather quickly, and then much slower the second time. He came twice, and she came buckets.

It was their best time together so far. They were in Katherine's room for forty minutes, not thirty. That meant that they didn't have time to take showers, leaving Katherine especially wondering if her classmates would be able to smell her brother's pungent cum off of her skin. But that gave Katherine a great idea. Alan's cum doesn't smell like most guys' cum. It's too sweet. What if I start working it into my perfume? Then everyone will take the smell for granted and not suspect a thing. I'll be able to literally wear his cum with pride right through the school day! Of course I'll only be able to do that with the cum under my clothes, which is a shame. Fuck. I'd just die of joy if I could stroll into school proudly wearing his cum all dripping down my face and chest. "Yes, I'm one of Alan's fuck toys. In fact, I'm his favorite." Take that, Heather! He said I'm a better fuck than you in any case, so go suck donkey's balls!

CHAPTER 13

Alan thought he could get some humor out of Susan's claim that her tits had taken control of her brain. Returning to the kitchen with his backpack ready, he said, "Mom's Tits, you know, the greatest thing about you taking control of Mom's brain is that I don't have to feel bad staring directly at you instead of up at the eyes."

But Susan didn't take the joke too well, and only mildly chuckled. In fact, she looked troubled afterwards.

Alan thought about that response for a while as everyone got ready to get in the car so Susan could drive them to school. As soon as they all assembled in the car, he said, "Mom, I've been thinking about calling you 'Mom's Tits' just now. I hope you took that in the right spirit. I know that there's SOOO much more to you than your body. In fact, I would love you just as much even if you were a female Quasimodo. When you say things like your tits have conquered your mind, you're just trying to express how lusty you're feeling at the moment. But we shouldn't go too far to make it seem like there's nothing more to you than a great body. I was also thinking about why you're so completely willing sexually. It's because you've always been willing to do anything and everything it takes to make me and Katherine happy and loved, so this is totally consistent with how you've always been. And that's why Sis and I love you so much, and would do anything to make you happy. Right, Sis?"

"Definitely!" Katherine sat in the back seat and gave Alan's shoulder a supportive squeeze.

Susan smiled. "Alan, that was so beautiful. But you shouldn't apologize. I should, for going too far with both my language and actions. The fact is, I really DO feel that way sometimes, that my body's lust has completely taken over. I'm worried that I go too far and that's why I've always tried to put up limits. Usually unsuccessfully, I might add. I worry that I say and do things that will cause you two to lose all respect for me and that you'll treat me like nothing more than a common slut."

Alan couldn't resist but point out, "You mean like when you shouted that you'd 'gone whore?'"

Susan grimaced and then nodded. "Exactly."

Alan said, "Mom, that's why I never want you or Sis to use that kind of word, because I know you're two incredibly sexy and sexual women, not whores. There's a huge difference, despite what people sometimes say at the height of passion. You still have all of my respect. And you always will."

Katherine chimed in with a "Me too, Mom."

Susan smiled a heart-warming smile. "Thanks. It means a lot to me that you two will love me no matter what. Nothing else matters, because we're a family and we're in this together. Right?"

Katherine and Alan cheered at the same time, "Right!" Then all three of them held hands in the middle of the car and shared a loving moment.

Susan added as their hands pulled away, "The problem is, if you had some injury that required me to do a procedure over and over, I'd do it, no matter what. Changing bandages or whatever. And I know you two would do the same for me."

Katherine enthused, "You know it!"

"But the problem is the procedure here is pleasing Alan's cock. And it's so much fun! Now that it's started, I get these ... desires. These needs, even. And that makes me so irresponsible, to always give in to these feelings. When I say my tits have taken over, you'd be surprised how literally I can mean that. But Tiger, you're not the only one with real world problems piling up. I haven't been paying the non-essential bills or doing much. The house looks like a disaster. If it wasn't for Suzanne helping me out with shopping and whatnot lately, I don't know what I'd do. Let's all help each other be strong and still have fun. Find the right balance. Okay?"

They all agreed to that with happy nods.

Susan started the car. "Unfortunately, this wonderful sharing has probably made us late. If it wasn't for Alan waking up extra early we'd be in real deep doo doo, but even as it is we'll really have to hurry." She put on a determined face. "Giving myself completely to my children isn't enough - I also have to be responsible."

As she pulled the car out of the driveway, Alan said, "Hey Mom, that reminds me. Last night and this morning were great, and I wouldn't change them for the world, even though it means I'm going to fail another test today. But I really, absolutely, utterly, need a break from these emotionally and physically intense events, one right after another. I may not look that bad on the outside - maybe some black circles under my eyes, and at least I woke up feeling refreshed after a long night's sleep - but thanks to the events this morning I totally feel like an undead zombie that had my spirit sucked clean out of me. Mom, I know that it's a Tuesday, but I have a big favor. Can we please cancel the rest of our Tuesday tradition, just for today? We had a lot of special Tuesday fun this morning. I seriously have to just work, work, work all afternoon and tonight."

Susan pulled her station wagon onto a larger road and said in a typical soccer mom voice, "Sure, Tiger. I understand completely. This will be a good test for me to be more responsible. ... But can't I just suck your cock a little, here and there? You don't want to go completely cold turkey, do you? How about those stealth strokings? We can all help you with that and you won't even notice us. Just like we did yesterday morning. That was pretty successful, wasn't it? Oh! And the Boy Scout trip! Remember that, coming up this weekend? You have to keep your six average up, and then some." She paused, and then laughed. "You see, there's my lust talking again."

Alan considered that while he looked at all the cars go by. He imagined the looks on the faces of the other drivers if they could hear his mother's words. He looked back at his mother, looking at him calmly and serenely, dressed like any other mother driving her kids to school, and not looking anything whatsoever like a someone who'd just pleaded to suck her son's cock.

Alan somehow kept his head from exploding at all the weirdness, and said calmly in return, "Lust is good. By all means, don't kill the lust. And yeah, that idea's okay, but just a little, scouting trip or not. Tell Suzanne too, now, that it's stealth stroking only, so she'll get used to the idea. It's going to have to be like this for the next few days; at least through Friday. I was so irresponsible yesterday. Actually, you and Suzanne with your morning exercise and nude sunbathing routine - why don't you two sate all your sexual urges with each other today while we're at school? Then I might actually get some work done. Same goes for you, Sis. Now that lesbian lovemaking is such the popular thing around the house, get your ya yas out with Amy and everyone else so you'll all be too tired to even touch me. I'm desperate. I have a TWENTY page paper due this Friday, and that's just one thing I have to do before then."

They all agreed to that plan. Remarkably, they arrived at school right on time thanks to Susan's fast driving. Susan typically dropped them off at the same street corner whenever she drove them to school. But as the car got near that spot, Alan said to the other two like a character in a spy movie, "Don't turn your heads and keep driving. Keep driving!"

Susan kept driving. "I can drop you off around the corner. How's that?"

"Fine." Alan slunk down in his seat some.

"What is it?" Susan asked.

"It's Heather. She was standing there looking at the cars even while everyone else was hurrying to class, and when she saw ours she started forward. Obviously she wants to talk to me about something, but I just can't deal with that right now. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not good."

Susan's car quickly rounded the corner and she parked the car. "Okay, here you are. Tiger, you'll have to tell me about your Heather problems later. Good luck you two, in everything you do. Love you both." Her kids received chaste kisses and then they hurried off to class.

As Alan ran to his class, he thought, How can it possibly get more intense every single day? But it does. I pray to God that I'll make it alive to see midnight, given that it's a Tuesday. Geez! That's almost not an exaggeration! Starting right now, I'm turning a corner. No cheerleaders any more. Cancel the next S-Club meeting. Stealth stroking. Homework. Rest. Make it to Friday and then give my mom the fucking of her life as my reward for being good. Now there's a motivational prize worth working for!

Speaking of fucking my mom, I just have to tell someone that I fucked her in the ass! But who can I tell? I wish I had even one male friend who know all my sexual secrets. ... Hey, I know! I can tell Amy. She's the one person I can tell who's more likely to be happy for me than get all psycho-jealous. I can't wait to find her! God, I love Amy! ... And Mom. And Sis. And Suzanne. And Glory. And...

CHAPTER 14

Alan could look forward to a sexual rest of sorts, thanks to school. But for Susan, the sexual pace was even more relentless. As per usual, Suzanne came over not long after all their kids had left for school. She'd brought something special to wear in a bag, but walked right past the underwear cabinet without changing into it.

She found Susan in her bedroom and stood there admiring her for a few minutes, until Susan noticed her friend's presence.

Susan was dressed again in the French maid uniform she'd worn earlier. She frantically fingered her asshole on her bed. She found it hard to stop, but she managed to get up and properly greet her friend.

"God, you look so hot," Suzanne said between long kisses. "Just let me change first, and then we can really get down to business. Let's play dress up!" Suzanne quickly threw her clothes off, and then, instead of staying naked, pulled out the change of clothes from the bag she had brought and put them on. It was a full, formal businesswoman's suit, but she opened up the front to expose her chest, and pulled down the pants to expose her pussy.

While Suzanne was changing, Susan commented, "By the way, Alan actually ORDERED us to play with each other until we're completely exhausted so he can do his homework later without interruption. Isn't that great?"

Suzanne was surprised. "He did? That is great, although that was my plan anyway." Susan laughed, but Suzanne thought, Too true. That really WAS my plan, though it was to get Susan too tired for intercourse with Alan and had nothing to do with homework. But it's amazing sometimes how my schemes just seem to take care of themselves. She finished changing and stood up straight to show herself off.

Susan took one long admiring look and then began cupping her friend's pussy and boobs. "Nice! Very nice! I like the easy access to the best parts." She wasted no time in starting to finger fuck Suzanne. She was a bit puzzled though why Suzanne would put on so much clothing.

"Look who's talking!" Suzanne replied, as she took advantage of Susan's open maid outfit to play with her friend's butt and suck her tits.

"I'll bet Alan really went for your look this morning," Suzanne added between sucks.

"You don't know the half of it!" Susan said excitedly. "He was so turned on he literally couldn't control himself! As soon as saw me, he attacked me like a wild man, and fucked me in the ass. The ass! It was so hot and intense, and it's all thanks to you!" Susan added that last part because Suzanne was the one who had gone out to the sex shop and bought the maid outfit. Susan, for all her slutty sucking and licking at home, really hated to do that type of shopping.

"You'll have to tell me all about it," Suzanne said while licking Susan's neck.

Susan added, "But what's weird is that I totally get off on this outfit, too. I just love the idea of serving my son, and this is the perfect service uniform. Look at me: I'm so horny that I can't stop fingering myself everywhere even though my cunt is so incredibly sore and sensitive. Now I know what Alan's penis must feel like sometimes after it gets overworked. Yet if I even start to think about sucking his cock, my hands start groping and it's all over."

Suzanne was a bit taken aback by Susan's intense ardor. "Wow. I'm already a bit bummed I didn't keep that uniform for myself. It seems Alan is really into costumes and role-playing. Speaking of which, take another look at my outfit." Suzanne leaned back to show herself off.

"Mmm, I think I will. If there's one thing that can take my mind off of Alan's ass controller, it's these babies." Susan got up and starting sucking Suzanne's tits. "Where have I seen that before?" Susan asked herself out loud about Suzanne's garb between sucks. "Wait a minute! That's what the psychiatrist Xania wore the other day!"

"Now you get it. I thought we could play psychiatrist and patient."

"You're really twisted. I like it! Where did you get it? And how did you even know what she was wearing?" Her mouth latched onto one of Suzanne's nipples and she rolled the other one with her fingers.

"I was shopping the other day, and recognized it from your description of what she wore, and the things I knew she owned." In actual fact, it was the very same outfit Xania had worn when Susan visited her. Suzanne had bought it for Xania to make her look more professional and then taken it back to use it in this kind of role play. "I thought it would be fun if we could do a little role play where I play the psychiatrist. You could tell me all about your unnatural lust for your children...."

"I like it! And...?"

"And I could offer some unorthodox therapy. For starters, you could suck on my nipples to calm your mood. Unfortunately, we can't move up to that 'cos you're doing it already. But I don't want to give the rest away. And you have to admit Xania is pretty hot." Suzanne preened her body, stretching it like a cat as she pretended it was Xania's.

"Yeah, she's very much like you, when it comes to your body. Except I think you've got even bigger tits."

"I do, Susan, though it's a close call. Would you like to suck on her nipples if you saw her again?"

"Oh yes!"

"So would I. Would you like to lick her box too?" Suzanne asked this while ostentatiously licking her lips.

"Definitely. I think licking out a woman is almost as much fun as getting licked out myself. I love the smell. But only if I can grope her boobs too. I'm realizing that I'm a very boob-focused person, and a rack like Xania's must be treasured and constantly fondled until it squirts out all its milky goodness." She grabbed and squeezed her own tits as she said this, as if a good squeeze could cause milk to flow.

"Fine enough. But remember, I'm Xania now. Tell me all about your unnatural desire for Alan while I let you nurse me."

"Oh doctor, it's bad. I want Alan to fuck me up the ass lots more. Just like he did this morning." Susan resumed sucking a nipple each time she stopped talking.

"Is that all?"

"Of course not. That's just for starters. I want Katherine to kiss me and ram a big strap-on dildo up my cunt while Alan takes my ass from behind. I want to be in the middle when my children give me a fuck sandwich!"

Suzanne played dumb. "Hmm. This ramming with dildos. I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean. Let's go to your bed and you can show me what you mean exactly, so I can make a proper diagnosis. Can one eat this 'fuck sandwich' of yours?"

"No, but don't worry, I'll show you something you can eat. It's hot and dripping and conveniently located between my legs."

"Ah. All this psychiatry is hard work and works up my appetite. I could use a snack. I like hot sandwiches."

"I warn you, Xania, you might find more than a few hairs in your meal." Susan chuckled at herself, pleased that she was developing an ability to make sexual jokes.

"Ah. Well, I'll do anything to help with your diagnosis."

"Suzanne, I mean Xania, I don't know if we should," Susan said as she practically attacked her friend's body. She asked facetiously, "Don't you think we should do important, responsible stuff? Pay bills? Vacuum? Do the dishes? Or would you rather I stick a big dildo in you? Wouldn't that be a violation of the rules?" She'd completely forgotten her earlier resolve to be more responsible, and in fact now mocked the idea.

"I vote for the dildo. And I think we need a rewrite of the rules. As your doctor, I prescribe an extra dose of fucking every day with your friend Suzanne." As Suzanne said this she giddily jumped into Susan's big bed and pulled Susan down with her.

The first thing Susan did was fuck Suzanne in the ass with a big strap-on dildo, trying to experientially demonstrate her encounter with Alan earlier. Then they switched roles, and Suzanne fucked Susan in her very sore ass. They were still in their costumes, more or less, and Suzanne tried her best to continue with the psychiatrist role play, but they were too busy moaning to have much of a conversation. It was a good thing Susan lived in such a big house with large yards and few neighbors, because the way they screamed together as they reached climax would normally have inspired neighbors to call the police.

After the mutual ass pounding, they took a shower together, rested up a bit, and stayed naked. Then they went downstairs to the homemade basement gym to do their morning work out. The work out took twice as long as usual, because while one woman would pump her body back and forth on a machine, the other woman would generally lick or finger the pussy of the one exercising, depending on the access the equipment allowed. On some machines they were limited to sucking and twisting nipples.

But all this fucking was tiring, and the workout took the last of their energy. They both went back to Susan's bed and fell asleep for an hour or so.

CHAPTER 15

As soon as they were up, they were ready for more. They went out to the backyard pool and did another hour of nude sunbathing. As usual, they sat beneath umbrellas and wore so much sunscreen that they weren't likely to get any tan at all, but it had become part of their daily routine, and another excuse to get (or stay) naked and play with each other's bodies. They were still sexually drained, relatively speaking, but not so drained that they both didn't continue to pleasure themselves with dildos. Susan started out in something of a philosophical mood.

"You know, Suzanne," she said as she pushed a large dildo into her pussy, "I've been living a complete life of denial. Not just my sham marriage with my husband. I was taught to be modest, and I've always denied just how beautiful I am. I've covered myself up with heavy, binding bras, loose fitting shirts and sweaters, and nerdy glasses. On and on. No matter how many guys tried to hit on me or compliment me, I've never admitted to myself that I'm beautiful. But I am, aren't I?"

"You're so beautiful it frightens me," Suzanne said. "I've only let my feelings about you truly flow lately. But now, just thinking about you, I lose all interest in men. You even make me forget about Alan sometimes. You have a complete hold over me."

"Thanks! I feel the same, minus the Alan part." They both laughed at that. "I'm glad to getting down to my true feelings and overcoming all my pathetic denials. I've been living in denial of my big tits, in particular. I can't count how many times guys have asked to photograph me, offering me money even, saying I should be in Hollywood, yada yada yada. And it's the same with you, I know. Maybe us really big-busted women, we flock together for protection. I'm still scared about all that attention from strangers, but around the house it feels so great to just let those fears go, and flaunt it! Don't you think? Like, I could never go back to wearing clothes all the time again. Could you?"

In response to all this boob talk, Suzanne began rubbing suntan lotion on her own boobs, and sucking her nipples. "No. You feel like that too? It's like you're reading my mind. I've been in denial too, but I think I've just been more subtle about it. Like my true feelings for you which I denied to myself for years even though I was supposed to be the sexually liberated one. I was much more sexually active than you, but in retrospect I feel like I was dead until Alan started his treatment. The sex was all with people I didn't even really like, so it felt so hollow. Now I feel so free, so alive and everything in my life feels good! A happy woman is a freshly fucked woman."

"Yes! Exactly! That's exactly how I'd describe my life too," Susan said enthusiastically. She continued to push a dildo in and out of herself, but in a very languid and relaxed manner. "It's like I'm just starting to live. I have to admit my true nature. I'm a goddess of beauty who deserves to fuck and to be fucked. It's what I'm made for. God gave me big boobs so they could be constantly manhandled. Or womanhandled, nudge nudge, hint hint."

Suzanne reached up from her prone position next to Susan and began playing with her friend's tits. "But Susan, listen. I know you've been in denial, and to be honest I kind of snickered a little bit when I saw how prudish you used to behave. But I've been in even greater denial, and my forms of denial are so insidious that I'm still completely caught up in it while you've nearly cured yourself of your prudishness."

Susan asked, "What on Earth are you talking about? You've always been the epitome of sexual liberation, what with your countless affairs and everything."

"Yes, but I've never really completely let myself go. And you know what? Last night I completely let myself go. For the first time ever! I have to confess: I wanted to get fucked so bad by Alan that I couldn't take it anymore. When I went up to his room - you remember that? I begged and begged for him to well and truly fuck me, but still he said no. Finally I got down on my KNEES and crawled around for his pleasure. I mean, I've been naked and crawling on my knees for Alan before, but this was different. Before, it was just role play, just fooling around. We both knew that. This time, I was a SLAVE! A slave to Alan, and a slave to my needs! A slave to his cock! I crawled because I couldn't think of anything more abject to do to please him, but I would have done anything to get him to put it in me. And you know what?"

"What?" Susan asked breathlessly. She'd taken the dildo out of herself and put it in Suzanne instead. Suzanne meanwhile had done the same thing to her.

"After all that, he STILL said no! Does he have inhuman willpower or what?"

"He's so strong!" Susan said swooningly. "We can't compete! We can't resist!"

Normally that kind of language didn't affect Suzanne much. But even though Suzanne rationally knew that Alan was much more lucky than he was extraordinary, she found herself completely agreeing with Susan's praises. It took her a bit to gather her wits and continue, "So then I try to leave his room and go downstairs, but I'm so drunk with lust that I can barely walk. The air feels so thick with sex that it's like I'm suffocating inside a torrid sauna and I can't open the door to get out and save myself. I didn't really want to be saved! I was more aroused walking down the hallway alone than I've ever been in all my affairs. THAT'S the giving into my passions that you're so good at and I've never been able to do. I'm always holding back so I can keep my poise and stay in charge. But there I was, the proud and controlling Suzanne, down on my knees, begging for it! Can you picture that?"

"I can!" Susan squealed with joy.


"It felt so great just to give in!"

"It does! Give in and let your desire control you! So what happened next?!?" Both of them pounded their dildos into each other even more frantically.

Suzanne paused, and considered how to continue without giving away that Alan did eventually fuck her downstairs. She frowned as she thought, You see? This is the problem. Keeping all the lies straight is one reason why I have to keep some control and can't just totally give in, no matter how much I'd like to. I can't blurt out right now that Alan and I already fucked - Susan has jealousy issues over that and she'd be especially upset that we both lied to her. And the ultimate lie - the whole six times a day lie - what if I let that one slip? Susan's so honest, she doesn't need to worry about that kind of stuff and can just let her mind go wherever it wants.

Suzanne collected her thoughts (which was increasingly hard to do, given all the dildo action), and pressed on. "Oh, I went downstairs and saw all of you getting it on with your sexy spanking. Naturally, that only got me MORE aroused. Thank God my Sweetie came over and fucked my ass crack and gave me the massive orgasms I so desperately needed!"

"YES!" Susan shouted while she assaulted Suzanne's pussy as vigorously as she could. "Alan gave it to you! He always delivers! My son!"

The two of them huffed and puffed and slammed dildos until they reached a mutually timed, shattering climax. Their bodies dropped and they lay sweating and panting for some time.

Suzanne was the first to speak. "You see what I mean? I'll bet you just totally gave in to your lust right there with that climax. I could see it on your face. You always do."

Susan still wore a shit-eating grin. "You know it. It makes me so glad to hear what you said. To do anything else but be fucked by any loved one who wants to fuck me any time they want to fuck me is a waste of my body and a tragic shame. And it's the same with you. What's so wrong with being creatures of pleasure? If God didn't want it this way he wouldn't have made our orgasms feel so indescribably good. I mean, is it even fair for big-titted women such as ourselves to HAVE free will? We should accept our roles as cum sluts and fuck toys for our children, and each other. ... While remaining responsible. Of course we can't forget that." In fact, Susan just barely managed to remember to obligingly add the part about responsibility, mostly thanks to the earlier discussion with Alan in the car. But responsibility was close to the last thing on her mind right now.

Suzanne countered, "But while you were doing that, I was still holding back. I mean, sure, that was intense and I loved it, but even as I was reaching climax a part of my brain was somewhere else, thinking and worrying. I didn't give in all the way. Last night was the first and still the only time for me I gave in completely. And it felt like my IQ dropped a good fifty points in the process, while it lasted, and THAT worries me. You see how deep my issues are? Maybe I just think too much."

Susan put some suntan lotion on her own hands, and began rubbing the lotion on Suzanne's back, arms, and chest. She mostly focused on Suzanne's chest, which still lightly heaved up and down from the climax. Their nude sunbathing was primarily an excuse to apply lotion on each other's naked bodies and today they were likely to go through a whole bottle. She said playfully, "I think you just need a lot more practice. And I'll be more than glad to help right now." She giggled. "But I can tell you're making progress. You used to be so sexy, but high-strung, like a powerful business woman scheduling fifteen minutes of sex between important board meetings. But you're relaxing and changing. Look. You just admitted your natural role as a cum-hungry fuck toy for the kids. That's a big breakthrough for you."

"Now just a minute," Suzanne countered. "I'm not necessarily agreeing with everything you say. Certainly not your free will idea." Inwardly, she thought, When I started my scheming with Alan, I never would have imagined that I could feel so good. I'm falling victim to my own scheme, and I don't really care! Now Susan is playing my role! She lay back, lifeless, and let Susan continue to lazily apply the lotion to her upper body while pondering the idea of being a fuck toy. Eventually, she partially conceded the term. "I will agree, generally speaking, that I have a role like that, what you call a fuck toy, although I don't like to think of myself as a fuck toy. I mean, I'm not like Brenda at least, thank God. She makes you seem calm in comparison. Very sexually active, let's call it instead. But leave Brad and Amy out of this, for me anyway. They're my real flesh and blood."

"Brad... okay. That idiot is so lost in his own world that he doesn't deserve your body. There just isn't a click there. And of course we have to dedicate ourselves just to Alan and no other man, so it's a moot point in any case. But Amy. Come on! She's so in need! She's just like us. She wants to fuck and be fucked all day long. Are you going to deny her that? I saw how you kissed her yesterday during the spanking."

"That was an accident!" Suzanne said defensively. However, the reminder of the incident caused her to crane her head up and slurp up a dangling tit. Suzanne had shared a hot French kiss with Amy for about a minute yesterday evening before realizing who she was kissing and breaking it off. "I was kissing so many people, that I didn't think when she leaned in to kiss me. It gets kind of confusing, especially with the strip poker game."

Susan opined, "The fact that she leaned in to kiss you, it shows that she's hot for you. And believe me; you really have to try doing it with your own offspring. I can't tell you what it does to hear Alan call me 'Mommy' as he slams me in the ass."

"Did he actually call you that?" Suzanne asked while Susan repeatedly ran her lotion-soaked fingers all over her face. "I've never heard him use that word."

"Dammit, no, though I keep dropping him a million hints. But 'Mom' works nearly as well. He screamed that as he fucked me this morning. God, I love just saying that: 'he fucked me this morning.' ... And you know what? He came so close to fucking my cunt for real this morning!" Susan said with a dreamy gaze into the distance. "He told me afterwards that it was just bad luck that he stuck his penis in my ass instead of my special hole."

"Wow. It's just a matter of time," Suzanne pointed out. Inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief that her scheme to keep Alan's penis out of Susan's pussy was holding on, though just barely. However, she doubted that it was just luck, and wondered what really held him back. She decided to ponder the issue later.

"Yes! It's been such a long time coming. But the longer we wait, the more I'll enjoy it when it happens. I've gotten over the moral qualms, thanks to the psychiatrist visit. The only thing that's been holding me back lately is Alan's desire that I keep some dignity, and my one claim to fame for actually having some restraint is stopping him from entering my pussy. But he and I had a really good discussion today, after the assfuck and just before I took the kids to school. He promised me that he'd respect me no matter what, and I believe him. It's all a matter of attitude. I can act like a slut for his cock and that's okay as long as he doesn't think of me as a slut. We're good. So now when it happens I'll be able to enjoy it to the fullest, instead of partly feeling guilty, in the same way that you completely let yourself go last night."

Susan ran her lotion-filled hand down and around Suzanne's stomach, and ended up pushing her fingers into Suzanne's pussy.

Suzanne still felt lazy and didn't physically reciprocate. She thought, Let's cut down on the lies. It's time to get Alan fucking me out in the open. She asked, "So, your period is starting soon if it hasn't already, right? And you want the first time to be perfect and not a mess, so you have to wait until that's over, right? Plus there's all the homework he has to do. So, would you mind if I keep his penis in shape with a little bit of fucking before you two go at it?"

Susan withdrew her fingers from Suzanne's hole and just kept them resting on her inner thighs. She smiled. "Suzanne, Suzanne, Suzanne. What do we have here? ... I don't know. ... I really don't know. The homework works the same for you, you know. ... I should say yes, but, I mean, you're such a good fucker. If you go first, he'll be really unimpressed with me."

"NO!" Suzanne said surprisingly insistently. "I promise I'll be really bad. I'm holding all kinds of tricks and techniques from him as it is."

"Are you really? Like what?" Susan resumed fingering Suzanne's pussy, as if she could sexually torture the truth out of her.

"I am. For instance, I haven't told him one of the great sexual secrets of all time. As much pleasure as he gives us now, he's all about delaying his own orgasms and making us happy through his sheer endurance. He doesn't really need to think beyond that since his endurance is so great. But he could be even better! He knows nothing about delaying women's orgasms and just tries to give women as many orgasms as possible, as soon as possible. Once he learns that fewer but more intense orgasms is much better for a woman, we'll all be twice as addicted to his cock as we already are!"

Susan was surprised. "Wow, I didn't know that either. My husband was such a bad lover. I shudder to think how good I'd feel if you're right."

"I am right, though surprisingly few of my lovers ever knew this secret and I rarely shared it. It's so simple, but so few know or try. Just imagine that you're all ready to cum, and then he stops, but teases you just enough to keep you on the edge. You're begging, pleading to cum, but he says no. And then you're going at a higher level and he stops you right on the verge again. Finally you're over the edge and fully able to cum, but he still says no and so you somehow hold back, against the odds. It just keeps ratcheting up and up until he finally lets you go and you both explode into the greatest mutual climax of your life! ... I could show you some of how to do it right now."

"No. I'm too exhausted. I don't even have the willpower to think about that and all the implications. Although it sounds truly amazing. ... But why are you keeping secrets like that?"

Suzanne answered honestly, "I guess it's partly because I always want to surprise him with new things, so he'll like me more and more. But for that one it's mostly because, I guess, I'm still afraid. I'm afraid of giving in completely. Last night was an accident. I still have control issues and don't want Alan to have that much more power over me. It rankles me greatly to know how much I desperately need him already. But let's get back to the question: me and Alan fucking."

"Give in, Suzanne. You won't regret it. Alan may just be a teenager, but he instinctively knows how to keep all of his women happy. That's why he deserves such a large harem, and that's why he draws big-titted, fuck-hungry, sexy babes to him like bees to honey."

That reply made Suzanne extremely squishy, but she tried to deny the connection between the words and the moisture between her legs. She was especially annoyed at how exciting it sounded to be just another big-titted fuck toy in Alan's harem. She tried to change the topic, but before she could, she had a vision of being naked on all fours before Alan once again, only this time there were chains between her ankles, more chains between her wrists, high heels, and a dog collar around her neck. More disturbingly, there were many other females decked out exactly the same as she was, and Alan paced back and forth in front of them all, trying to choose who he'd fuck next. Her main emotion was pride: pride at the large size and high quality of his harem, and pride at being worthy of inclusion. She immediately pushed the disturbing vision out of her mind, and thought, I am NEVER going to let that happen to me, so help me God! This talking with Susan is warping my mind, like talking to a bunch of cult members. The only problem is I started the cult, and now, ironically, it's coming back to bite me on the ass. Talk about a scheme being far too wildly successful.

After a very long pause, Suzanne asked, "Back to the question?"

"All right, I'll tell you what. I'll let him fuck you just as soon as you fuck Amy. We can even make it a double header, one after the other." Even though she tried to hide it, Susan had a certain amount of competitive jealousy towards Suzanne, not to mention possessiveness towards Alan. So she created conditions.

"But she's my flesh and blood!"

"So what! If Alan wants you to do it, are you going to ignore his wishes? Will you deny him anything? The man who lets you suck his cock so often?"

Suzanne knew the answer to those questions was no, and that annoyed her too. She vaguely remembered how cocksucking was supposed to be more pleasurable for the man on the receiving end than the woman doing all the work, but in her current horny state she had a hard time imagining how that could be possible. It seemed to her that sucking Alan's cock was just about the highest honor and privilege she could be given. She found herself losing control like she did the night before, but this time she was frightened by the sensation. She fought back by recalling their mundane, suburban existence, and focusing on the details of the ordinary street on the other side of the house.

That helped. She also focused on the conversation, suggesting, "Anyway, it shouldn't be up to me. Amy is Alan's official girlfriend, so the two of them need to agree to it first."

Both women were mashing each other's boobs by this point, pressing them together, sliding them around on the suntan lotion coating, and rubbing nipples against other nipples. They were intensely excited by all the talk about the possibility of getting fucked by Alan. Suzanne practically forgot that she was already fucking him and was merely looking to be able to do it openly.

Susan replied, "Two can play that game. In that case, you need to get Amy's permission before Alan fucks you. Since she is his girlfriend."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Suzanne thought out loud. Somehow, the urge to lose all control passed, though she remained remarkably aroused.

Susan remained oblivious to Suzanne's inner battle. She privately wondered if Amy might not try to get something in return. However, she kept this thought to herself and said, "Well then, soon you'll be fucking him. Alan needs to fuck anyone he wants. It was so wrong for me to let my own worries and prudishness prevent him and you from fucking, or even him and Katherine from fucking. Alan cannot be denied."

Suzanne found herself nodding, and replied, "Well, soon he'll be deep inside of you, too. Like I said, once he puts it in there, he'll never take it out again. He'll have to go to school dragging your naked ass in front of him every day. His pole will be permanently stuck in you. I can just see him saying to his tennis coach, 'Um, coach, can I get an exemption from playing tennis today? As you can see, I still can't get my hard penis from out of my naked mother's cunt here.'"

Susan cried out, "That's so sexy! Ooooh, it makes me so squishy. Show me how Alan would fuck me! Get the strap-on and fuck my pussy, Alan! I can't wait another second! Then I'll be Amy and lick your cunt dry!" Suzanne had the strap-on in hand already and Susan assisted attaching it around Suzanne.

Suzanne answered, "You'll have to work at that a long time, Mommy, 'cos I don't think my cunt ever gets truly dry anymore." In a deeper voice that imitated Alan's, she added, "But a guy like me doesn't have a cunt, you silly. Let's talk about yours, Mommy. Your son wants to fuck it so badly. You've been so mean to me, teasing me with it every day! I think it's time I rape you."

"Finish putting the damn strap-on on, Alan!" Susan yelled desperately. "I don't care how sore my cunt or ass is: rape me, already!"

If Susan's next door neighbors had been home and out in their back yard to overhear, they might have been extremely shocked and confused as to who was who.

Needless to say, Susan and Suzanne had another very fun morning. Alan would have been glad to know that they fucked each other to complete exhaustion.

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