SIX TIMES A DAY -
Part 23
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)
Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
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CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday,
Nov. 19)
Suzanne was back at her house, for a rare
change, doing laundry while waiting for Alan to return from school,
when she got a call on her cell phone. She answered it, and to her surprise
discovered it was Xania calling. Even though she was home alone, she
was intent upon complete security when it came to any sexual matters,
so she had Xania call back a few minutes later. She made her way to
Susan's house in the meantime so she could take the call there.
Suzanne didn't necessarily want Susan listening
to a Xania phone call either (though the result if she did would be
far less disastrous than if Brad or Eric somehow overheard), so she
sat down on a lawn chair by the pool in the Plummer backyard and got
herself very comfortable in a black bikini and cocktail. She spoke in
subdued tones.
The line secured and pleasantries exchanged,
Suzanne asked, "So, Xania, what's up?"
"Oh, not much. I just wanted to see
how my patients were faring. In particular I wanted to know if mother
and son had done the deed yet."
Suzanne laughed. "Xania, you're not
a psychiatrist. You only played one for a few hours. Did you forget
that?"
"No, but
it was some of the funnest hours of my life. And since you've known
me so long, you can imagine the kind of stiff competition it was up
against. It wasn't just the sex with Alan, though that was pretty good.
I really loved the whole deception part. Here I am an actress, though
admittedly a pretty unknown one, and you gave me my greatest role yet,
because it was reality. Can't I kind of bask in that, and see how they're
doing?"
Suzanne laughed again. "Sure you can.
I'm glad the 'appointment' worked out so well. By the way, this morning
I dressed up in that dress I let you borrow and Susan and I had a sexual
role play where I pretended I was you."
"You didn't! No fair! I own the rights
to the whole psychiatrist thing. If you do that again, I demand at least
a video of it in copyright compensation! Better yet, it's only fair
if I get to dress in your clothes and pretend to be you with her."
Suzanne laughed some more. "A-ha.
Now I see what your real motivation is. You're just angling to get your
hands on Susan's tits after she flashed them for you all day long."
Xania laughed too. "Okay, you got
me. But you're only half right. The top item on my phone call agenda
is our victory fuck. Remember how you promised me that we'd get it on
together once we completed the ruse? But then you come up here, return
the furniture, and close up the office, without so much as even a friendly
strap-on pussy bang. And you don't call. What kind of friendship is
that?"
Suzanne laughed yet again. "Sorry.
My bad. I had some urgent things down here. This intrigue with Alan
is taking all my time and energy. But I still owe you, and I promise
we'll get to that really soon. It's just that you live so far away."
She basked in the sun and enjoyed the banter. She knew she was cool
and looked fabulous.
"Hey. I don't mind going down there,
anytime. With any luck, you might let me bump into some of my newly
favorite people. Speaking of which, you didn't answer my question yet:
did they do the deed already or what?"
"Unfortunately for them, it's still
in the 'or what' stage."
Xania sighed. "Not surprising, since
you told me how you changed your mind on that. I think you're being
pretty mean, keeping them apart."
"I know. I'm bad. But you know what?
I don't think it's just me. Just this morning, Alan had a perfect chance
to fuck her. He had her oinking like a squealing pig, ready for anything.
He lined his penis up behind her ass, and she braced for it, and you
know what he did? He stuck it up her asshole instead! He claims he wasn't
thinking and just let things happen, but I don't buy it."
"What do you think happened, then?
No! Wait. Don't tell me. I'm the psychiatrist, so let me figure this
one out. ... Hmm. Could it be that on some level, they're afraid to
fuck? Perhaps they've been having such a good time that they're afraid
a major change could only mess things up. So it makes good sense to
try anal sex first, to sort of test the waters."
"Wow, Xania, I'm impressed. How did
you know that? That's exactly what I was thinking. They've been teasing
each other at this level for weeks and have come to love it, and once
they fuck they can never go back to this pre-fuck anticipation. Think
of TV shows that rely on romantic tension, like Moonlighting, and once
the main characters get together the show goes downhill. So they're
drawing it out, but I don't think either of them realize what they're
doing, at least on a conscious level. But I know them and their situation
a million times better than your one day contact with them, so how did
you figure that out?"
"You forget my vast sexual experience.
Normally I'm not at all shy about letting a guy fuck me, but sometimes
there are barriers and the tension builds. I remember this one guy in
particular who was going to divinity school. The anticipation was so
great that when we finally did it, the real fuck was a big let down."
"Yes. You bring up another good point:
the let down of the act itself. I think they're both worried the reality
can't possibly live up to the hype, so they keep pushing it off, waiting
for just the right moment to make sure it'll pass muster. That in turn
just builds up the pressure even more."
"Hrm. Problem. I hope they work it
out. Are you going to help them?"
"Yeah, I feel bad. The guilt has been
gnawing at me. Plus, my status with Alan isn't really changing so it's
just cruel to keep them apart even longer. My scheming hasn't really
been up to snuff lately, for some reason." She didn't add the fact
that she wasn't thinking of scheming much because her mind was filled
with fantasies of fucking Alan. "Susan's on her period, but as
soon as that's over I'm going to do everything to make their first time
special."
"Good. How did Alan do with the anal
sex?"
"Apparently quite well. He certainly
passed the expectations test on that one."
"Well, that's good. But still, I worry
about those two. I want them to be happy. I hope you're sincerely doing
your best to help them now and you're not just thinking about your own
needs."
"Hey, don't start analyzing me."
"Why not? I think I could be pretty
good at this whole analysis thing. Okay, maybe not psychiatry per se,
but sex therapy, definitely! I challenge you to find someone who has
more practical sexual experience than I do. I 'do the do' in the triple
digits every year. I don't think even you could hold a candle to that."
"You've got
me there. Okay, fine. If you're so good, analyze this. I've been mentally
holding back when having sex. You know how it is with me - I've got
my schemes and analysis working in the back of my mind at all times.
But last night, I just totally lost it with Alan, and found myself completely
in the moment. It was fantastic! But it was also scary. It almost happened
today again with Susan, and that was really scary, because I had all
these visions about complete submission to Alan at the same time and
the two feelings were tied together. I want to experience that total
freedom and the greater joy that comes with it, but I don't want to
become some kind of sex slave in the process!"
"And did you have submissive visions
or feelings last night? With Alan?"
"Yeah. I did. I actually crawled across
the floor in naked desperation to get him to fuck me. How pathetic is
that?"
"Oooh. Sounds sexy. I hope you'll
give me a visual demonstration of that later so I can better diagnose
your problem."
"Very cute."
"Sorry. Anyway, I've got a therapeutic
edge on diagnosing you, because I know you from your college days and
I'm sure you're not the submissive type. In fact, you're very domineering."
"I know, but it's Susan! She's corrupting
me. You should see the way she carries on. Katherine, too. They go on
and on about submitting to Alan, talking about it like it's the greatest
thing since sliced bread. It's positively infectious, even though I
know he's really just a kid. But it doesn't feel right for me."
Suzanne sighed.
"It isn't. But here's the thing. I
know what you mean about completely letting go. And I'm a dom too. Not
that I'm into S and M, but insofar as that kind of issue comes up, I'm
a total dominatrix. Just like you. But I let myself go all the time.
You don't have to be submissive to Alan to completely submit to your
desires. Your mind is just confusing things because you're new to it.
Trust me, I know, because I've experienced it all myself."
"Wow. Really? Xania! You ARE great
at analyzing! That's the best advice I think anybody's ever given me.
You really do have a talent for this. But how do I do it? I don't know
how to let myself go emotionally in the first place, much less do it
and stay in a certain frame of mind."
"Practice, my dear, practice. You
need to have sex with someone outside your little social circle and
practice letting go emotionally until you get it right. Do you know
anyone from out of town sexy enough and skilled enough to make you lose
your mind, who, oh, I don't know, has a name that begins with the letter
X?"
Suzanne laughed. "You devious devil!
As a matter of fact I do. It just so happens that I've got this other
girlfriend named Xylophone-ica. She's hot."
Now Xania laughed hard. "You could
at least make up a more believable name than that. ... How about ...
Xavier-ella?"
They both laughed even more. When they
stopped, Suzanne said, "Okay, you got me. Susan was telling me
earlier that Alan wants to keep things cool for a few days because he's
got all kinds of big tests coming up. But my hormones are still raging
and a visit from you might just fit the bill. When can you come down?"
"Now it's me coming there? What happened
to you coming here?"
"You're a tough one. Xania, I've forgotten
just how much I like you, and how similar we are. Why did we ever fall
out of contact in the first place?"
"Suzanne! You have a lot of gall to
ask that! Don't you remember a certain man named Jeffrey? And how I
thought he was 'the one,' until I found out you were sleeping with him?
My own roommate stabbing me in the back? And then we had that big fight
and I swore that the next time I'd see you it would be in hell?"
"Oh. THAT Jeffrey. Oopsie. Are you
still mad?" Suzanne wasn't thinking too well because the talk of
Alan fucking had sent most of her mind into fantasy mode.
"'Oopsie?' Suzanne, I could strangle
you. Yes, I'm still mad, but only because you brought it up. Truth is,
I'd completely blocked it out of my mind. But now that you're reminded
me, you owe me, big time."
"God, I feel so horrible."
"Enh, don't get that worked up about
it. With hindsight, he clearly wasn't 'the one.' It seems I'm too changeable
and unfaithful to ever keep a relationship longer than a year or two,
anyway. And time heals all wounds, yada yada. But that doesn't let you
off the hook. You seriously owe me. We can start with that promised
victory fuck."
"You're right. I'm game, and the sooner
the better. When's good for you?"
"How about tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow? No. We've got this weird
sexual card game thingy going on at the Plummer house. I can't miss
that. What about Thursday?"
"Wait a sec. 'Sexual card game thingy?'
With Susan, Katherine, and Alan? And you didn't invite me?"
"Xania, how can you maintain your
role as family psychiatrist if you attend a card game orgy?"
"Orgy? Even better! I'm definitely
going to that. Excellent! I get to don my nerdy glasses and play a psychiatrist
again. I love it! You've just invited me, like it or not, after what
you did with Jeffrey. Not to mention all my great advice. You and I
can warm up with a victory celebration of our own that afternoon or
the morning after. And as for my cred, I dunno. I'll go as a case study
observer or something. Who cares? That's your job, to think up good
cover stories. Wouldn't you agree the sex scam credibility bar is extremely
low when it comes to that family?"
"You've got a point there," Suzanne
agreed. "They're all so naive and trusting when it comes to what
I tell them, even Alan, who normally knows better. It feels cruel to
lie to them, though admittedly I rarely let that stop me. I figure I
do have their best interests at heart."
"Okay, so tell me all about this card
game and what I need to bring, and who's going and everything! This
is going to be fun."
Suzanne sighed, disappointed to have yet
more tough competition with Alan, but her mind was too distracted with
Alan fantasies to come up with excuses to keep Xania away. She began,
"Well, it all started when I was at a party a few weeks back and
I met this woman named Brenda..."
"Oh, wait. Before you get started,
I've got one more thing I should remember to mention. You know your
worry about submissiveness and letting go?"
"Yeah?"
"You're going to have to overcome
those kinds of worries if you want to easily let go and fully enjoy
sex, the way Susan obviously now does. She practically totally lost
her mind in my office when I merely asked her to fantasize about fucking
her son. Embrace your role as a natural dominant and feel secure in
that. Then, from that safe position, you'll be able to have the occasional
submissive fantasy or experience and let go in that way, then return
to your natural personality."
"Really? I can do that?"
"Suzanne, for someone so sexually
experienced, you can be awfully naive too. Sure you can. You know, it's
funny how little people change. You still are always getting the scoop
on everyone else but don't really know yourself. Most doms have a little
bit of sub in them, and vice versa. It's healthy to let the other side
come out and play every now and then. People like Alan will understand
and won't think the less of you. That's just some more good Xania advice
that doesn't cost you a dime. Though I do take strap-on fucks as tips."
She chuckled.
"Xania, in all seriousness, from now
on you really ARE my advisor. There's no one else I could even begin
to talk to like this. Thanks so much. I'm so glad that we're friends
again."
"Me too. Now tell me all about this
Brenda character?"
So Suzanne went into a great explanation
about the history of their card games and all she knew about Brenda,
plus more on the other participants. Xania probed to learn more about
Amy and Suzanne's relationship with her, but that was the one topic
Suzanne gingerly avoided.
CHAPTER 2
Alan was very excited to tell Amy that
he'd fucked Susan in the ass before school that morning. In fact, the
incestuous assfuck and telling Amy about it was more on his mind that
the looming third period test he was bound to fail. As soon as his first
period was over, he caught Amy in the hallway and rushed her to a safe
place to talk. There was a ladies' bathroom not far away, notoriously
little-used thanks to a strange smell it always had, and he hustled
her into there.
"Amy! Guess what I did this morning?"
he whispered in excited, conspiratorial tones. He kept an eye on the
door and also tabs on the time since the breaks between classes were
only five minutes long.
"What?" Amy replied just as excitedly.
"I fucked Susan in the ass!"
He said Susan instead of "my mom" on the off chance that someone
could somehow hear.
"You did?" Amy was more surprised
than anything. Then pangs of jealousy hit her. But she quickly rebounded
and attempted to be happy for him. She smiled and said, "That's
super! How was it?"
But before Alan could answer, he looked
up and saw that someone else was coming in. Since he was in a woman's
restroom, he didn't want to be seen. He rushed into an open stall and
closed the stall's door before the door to the ladies' room fully opened.
But to his surprise, his stall door opened
before he thought to lock it. Heather stood there, looking at him with
a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He'd been trying to avoid Heather,
but he was at least glad it was her instead of someone like a teacher
wondering why he'd gone into a ladies' room.
"Heather? What are you doing here?"
She laughed and replied, "I think
I should be the one asking you that." She turned. "Amy, I've
got to talk to Alan about some private things. You mind?"
"No. That's cool," Amy answered
without moving.
Heather spoke more forcefully. "Amy.
Please leave now. I want to speak to him alone."
"Oh. ... M'kay." Amy reluctantly
left, and Heather watched until she saw Amy close the door.
Then Heather turned back to Alan. Talking
more to herself than him, she said, "Two minutes gone by already.
Not good. I'm going to have to speed things up." Standing right
in front of the stall Alan was in, and blocking his only way out, she
rapidly began taking her clothes off.
"What are you doing?" Alan asked
frantically. Despite himself, he found his penis growing rock hard.
"Just getting more comfortable."
While a striptease would have been more arousing, she knew time was
of the essence, and took off her bra, panties, and everything else within
seconds. "You've been ignoring me. This way you can't ignore me."
Alan was stunned into silence. He wondered
what might happen if someone walked in. More alarmingly, he imagined
someone walking in but keeping the door to the hallway wide open. Although
the bathroom was almost never used, the hallway was certainly busy enough.
Hundreds of students might be able to look in and see Heather stark
naked if she continued to stand there.
But Heather seemed
completely unperturbed. She posed seductively with her arms up around
her head, and said, "Now tell me again that you don't have time
to fuck me. Aren't I attractive enough?"
"Jesus Christ! You are. But what if
someone comes in here? I'll be in so much trouble! Stop this insanity!"
"You'll be in trouble? What about
me? You'd better answer me quickly, or do you want me to ask you again
out in the hallway looking like this? I don't take no for an answer."
"All right, all right. What do you want
from me?"
"You and me. Some good time together.
Alone. In private."
"Okay, fine. But this week is really
bad. I've got homework coming out of my eyeballs and you know that's
the truth. I've got a 20 page essay due Friday in Mr. Randall's class,
and that's just one thing."
"That's too bad, but not my problem.
I want you today. After school. You can't stand there looking at the
most beautiful girl in the school and tell me you don't want to fuck
me. I dare you to."
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the
break was over.
"Listen to that, Heather! You've made
me late! Can you get out of the way?"
"Not until I get a yes out of you.
Just give me one chance. Maybe I've been too selfish with my lovemaking
in the past. I promise I'll be better. I can suck cock with the best
of them. Let me show you. Right now, even." Heather was somehow
both pleading and proudly defiant at the same time.
Alan looked around frantically. He hated
being late to class, and he was getting later with every second. "Okay.
Fine. I'll meet, but just a short while. Now put your clothes on. Someone
could walk through that door right now, at any second!"
Heather gleefully clapped her hands and
began dressing seconds later. "I knew I could talk some sense into
you," she said, triumphant with victory.
Alan was frustrated at caving. "Heather,
you can't just force people to do what you want."
"Last I checked, it seems to be working.
Anyways, it's hardly torture to force you to make love to someone like
me. Don't you think I'm beautiful?" She preened for him again,
though now she had her panties and bra back on.
"Yes, yes, yes. Just keep getting
dressed!"
She smiled a naughty smile, and continued
to put her clothes on.
"Anyways, Heather, you could stand
to be a little more modest, not to mention less psycho. It's not cool
to refer to yourself as the most beautiful woman in the whole school."
"Point taken. I know better than to
say that to most people, but I figure I can be straight with you. After
all, I work damn hard to keep fit and keep this all over tan, and I
think I deserve to be a little proud. Or do you think there's someone
more beautiful? Your girlfriend Amy, perhaps? Or would you rather sleep
with someone even closer to home?"
That last comment was a not so subtle reference
to Katherine, and Alan caught the meaning right as he was pushing out
the stall past Heather. He knew enough of Heather's personality to realize
that if he called someone more beautiful than Heather, that person would
instantly become Heather's enemy. So he dodged her question, and focused
on her implication. "That kind of comment is the problem with you.
It's so rude. You're really beautiful, but your personality doesn't
mesh with mine. As they say, the sexiest part of the body is the brain.
I'd be a lot more attracted to you if you acted differently." He
kept walking past her.
Heather didn't know how to answer that,
and after a pause, replied, "Hey, sometimes opposites attract."
Alan was already at the door to the hallway.
"Look how late we are already. Don't you worry about getting caught?"
"I'm never caught. I live a charmed
life." She walked right up to him, fully dressed now. She leaned
up into him, breathing her perfumed breath right into his ear. "Since
we're late to class anyway, why not be a little later, and let me take
care of that bulge in your pants? No one's gonna come in here now."
"Heather, you're too much." Alan
was amused at her brazenness, despite himself. He hurried out into the
hallway.
CHAPTER 3
Alan failed his third period class, just
as he figured he would. That put him in a very bad mood when he got
to Glory's fourth period class. It wasn't just the one test; he felt
he'd gone from being one of the top students to slowly failing out of
school due to a non-stop sex obsession. He also felt the added weight
of all the homework he hadn't done. During lunch, he wasn't in the mood
for sex, even though Glory most certainly was. He asked to just get
naked and cuddle. Glory got out her blanket, sheets, and pillows, and
they swaddled up together and cuddled on the floor. They were mostly
quiet and motionless, but both of them found the experience to be surprisingly
emotional, just the same. He loved her and she loved him, and they simply
basked in their mutual love.
By the end of lunch, he felt much more
optimistic and energetic. He started to get frisky just as they had
to put the bedding away and get dressed. Glory complained in a playful
way, "Now that I've got your motor running, who's going to drive
your car?"
"We don't discuss the other women,
right, Glory?"
"Oh. Right." But it was clear
Glory was very curious about the other women. In fact, her curiosity
concerning whom exactly Alan was sleeping with was nearly killing her.
Her interest was especially piqued due to a confrontation with Heather
during a class break earlier in the morning. She reran the conversation
in her mind while thinking over the "other women" idea.
Heather had her bathroom ultimatum with
Alan just before attending one of Glory's classes, and she felt flushed
with success and also filled with a growing certainty that Alan was
committing incest with his sister, due to the way he brushed off her
"would you rather sleep with someone even closer to home"
question.
Glory held Heather back during the break
between classes to ask her a couple of probing questions about homework
before sending her on her way. She was frustrated that Heather always
seemed to do very well on her essays but poorly in class and on her
tests, strongly suggesting that she was somehow cheating on the essays.
But Glory couldn't prove it, despite constant efforts to do so.
Before Glory could get started into Heather's
work, the haughty teen said, completely out of the blue, "Looks
like Alan is really sleeping around with everybody these days, don't
you think, Ms. Rhymer?" This was the first time Alan had ever
come up in conversation between Heather and Glory. Heather hoped to
steer the conversation so she could drop insinuations about Alan committing
incest, and see if that could be a fruitful path to shock Glory into
breaking up with him.
But Heather
didn't get a chance to do that, because she underestimated Glory's reaction.
Glory took the comment to be subtle blackmail, showing that Heather
knew about her relationship with Alan, and furthermore, a direct insult
that she would sleep with a boy who was sleeping with so many others.
She attacked back, saying testily, "I don't think it's appropriate
to speak of a fellow student that way, Heather. But in any case, I don't
think one could compare how much he sleeps around with someone like
yourself. I'm not one to solicit or pass along rumors, but just the
same, if half of what I hear about you is correct, you're sleeping with
just about every boy in school and half the girls as well."
Heather was taken aback. "I'll have
you know, Ms. Rhymer, I have a very good reputation!"
Glory laughed spitefully. "So, I see
you confirm the rumors and only try to argue that not many people know
how truly loose you are. Interesting. I must say it's awful nice of
you as head cheerleader to give the school such team spirit by spreading
your legs for anyone who asks for it." She spoke in a low tone
so the other students coming and going from her class during the break
wouldn't hear, but her biting, near whispering tone somehow made her
seem more menacing than if she'd been shouting.
Heather had no idea Glory had this side
to her, but she came back gamely. "At least what I'm doing is legal,
Ms. Rhymer. Yes, I have a little bit of fun, but when I have my fun
I don't do something foolish that could threaten my career." Heather
strongly emphasized "threaten my career" in a low growl.
Glory didn't have a good comeback for that,
as she knew that issue was her Achilles' heel. She looked around the
room and noticed with some relief that no one had noticed or heard anything
out of the ordinary; apparently they just assumed she was speaking to
a student about class work. Dismissing Heather with a disdainful glance
and shrug, she said, "We'll discuss this later. Remember to do
your homework." She looked down at Heather's chest and noticed
from the way Heather's tight, white T-shirt clung that the girl wasn't
wearing a bra. She added, "And be mindful of the school's dress
code. I'll have to speak to the administration and find out why you're
able to flaunt our standards day after day. I wonder what form of persuasion
you used on someone to get your way." She let the insinuation that
Heather would fuck anyone for favors hang in the air. Her condemning
tone of voice carried much more of an insult than her words did.
Heather retorted, "I understand. Someone
of YOUR age naturally can't compete so you hide behind the rules to
level the playing field."
"Are you calling me old?" Glory
was getting increasingly hot under the collar, and almost said that
far too loudly. She was outraged, considering that she was only 27 years
old. She considered launching into an angry tirade, but held back. The
short time provided by the breaks was a big factor in her decision to
cut things short. With another dismissive gesture, she said, "Heather,
get to class. And remember that I'm your teacher and I deserve some
respect. That is all."
Heather walked out. As she reached the
door to the classroom, she muttered "Bitch" just loud enough
for Glory to hear. She was happy that she'd begun the fight against
Glory and looked forward to an eventual sweet and hard-fought victory
by taking Alan for her own, but she was also a bit scared as she'd never
come out so openly against one of her own teachers. Furthermore, in
the trade of insults, she forgot to drop the hints about Alan and incest
that could start to split him and his teacher apart.
Back with Alan in her arms during lunch
later in the day, Glory finished replaying this exchange in her mind
and considered telling Alan all about it. She wanted to know what he
saw in the bitchy Heather and wanted even more to convince him to have
nothing further to do with the girl. But she considered Alan's sullen
and quiet mood, and decided it wasn't the right time. She went back
to just stroking his hair and enjoying his embrace.
Had Alan known everything about Glory's
encounter with Heather, he would have been very disturbed. He would
have been most disturbed by Heather's intention to use her suspicions
of his incestuous behavior with Glory. For all of Glory's sexual talents
and enthusiasm, she had a proper and conservative aspect to her personality,
and Alan knew that it would be extremely bad if she discovered that
in fact he was sleeping with his sister, much less his mother too. He
wondered if Glory would even speak to him again, or worse, if she'd
consider it her duty to inform the authorities. But at the same time,
had he been a fly on the wall, he would also have been perturbed by
the intensity of Glory's attacks on Heather. Glory was letting her emotions
get the best of her and had acted quite recklessly in speaking so directly
and harshly to the conniving cheerleader. She could have gotten in trouble
merely from others overhearing her far too personal conversation.
Alan felt much better after he left Glory.
But on his way to fifth period class, he ran into trouble. Several large
boys surrounded him and backed him into a locker. They looked menacing
and appeared to be the size of football linemen. The ringleader, a stereotypically
burly guy with square jaw and crew cut, spoke for the group. "There
you are. The famous Alan. This is the guy, right?" He looked to
one of his flunkies, who nodded.
Alan kept up a brave front. "What
do you want? I've got to hurry to class."
"What do we want? We've been hearing
rumors. You look mild-mannered enough, but people are saying that you're
fucking all the girls in school. What do you have to say to that?"
He stepped forward, and Alan reflexively stepped back, pressing harder
into the locker.
"I don't know what you're talking
about. Look at me! Do I look like the kind of guy women would be after?"
But he could see his words weren't having much of an effect. So he made
up what he hoped would be a convincing lie. "Okay, so I have a
big dick. Some girls saw it and I guess people talked and every time
the story was told, I somehow grew more manly and fucked more girls.
But that's it! Just rumors. I've never fucked anybody but my girlfriend!"
"That's not what I hear," the
leader growled. But luckily the hallway crowds were thinning out as
there was just or minute or so to get to the next class before the bell.
The only cluster still left were the burly guys around Alan. A couple
of them started to drift off, too.
"I swear! Look at me. I'm a nerd!"
"We'll see. You got off easy this
time, but if I find you were sleeping with my Judy..." The big
teen smacked his fist into his hand. The blow looked very convincing.
He walked off.
Alan was scared shitless on the inside,
but he was proud of the way he appeared incredulous and bravely innocent
on the outside. He thought, Dang! What the hell? I don't even know
this guy's name or who Judy is. I don't know any of them and don't want
to know them! This is all Amy's fault. I should have never let her run
around and freely tell people what a great fuck I was. Hopefully this
will blow over because I'm stopping with the cheerleaders and I'm not
gonna get near any Judy or anyone like her. That's for sure!
CHAPTER 4
Alan considered whether or not to cancel
his meeting with Heather given what had happened. He decided he didn't
want a boiling mad Heather on his case, so he obligingly went to the
theater room after school, as planned. He figured that since he'd gone
the whole school day without a single orgasm, it would be good to get
a little relief before heading home and diving into the books. However,
he was annoyed at Heather and wanted to give her a good dressing down
first. He figured she was a "give an inch, take a mile" type,
and he had to show her that she couldn't push him around. He especially
had to make her not want to go any further with her strong hint that
he was fucking his sister.
When he walked in, he was very surprised
to find not only Heather there, but Joy, Janice, and an unknown black
girl as well. He blurted out incredulously, "Heather, what's going
on here?"
"Hi to you too, Alan. Obviously we're
all here to fuck. And if I'm going to prove to you that fucking me is
worthwhile, I figure I could use a little bit of help. I'm not above
getting some assistance, you know." She pointed to the dark stranger.
"You're probably wondering who this is."
"Yes," he said testily.
"This is
Simone." Alan and Simone shook hands with a formality that was
a bit funny given what they both knew they were about to do. Heather
continued, "You've probably seen her with me, walking around school
or eating or whatever. She's one of my best friends, and fuck buddies
too. She's got the hots for you, as do just about all the girls around
here after what Amy's been telling everybody. I assume she's fuck-worthy?"
Alan was chagrined, especially by the mention
of his growing reputation given what the bully said earlier. He replied
directly to the new girl, "Nice to meet you, Simone. I do recognize
you from around school, now that I think about it. I don't usually say
this to people I just met, but you're definitely fuck-worthy. Why, I
dare say you're more beautiful than Heather." He didn't actually
feel that, although it was a close call. He just said it to get in a
dig at Heather.
"Why, thank you," Simone replied,
seemingly unfazed by the unusual situation. "Heather, he's so charming."
But Heather replied, "Nice try, Alan.
I know no one's more beautiful than me. Now, shall we get started?"
Alan thought, Dang, Heather needs some
serious attitude adjustment. Talk about stuck on yourself! Geez. He
took another look at Simone. Wow. Definitely fuck-worthy. Of course
I recognize her: Heather's hot black girlfriend. Of course, all of Heather's
girlfriends are hot but with so few black people at our school, Simone
really stands out. She looks so exotic with that short, choppy hair
that doesn't look like the typical black person's kinky hair. She looks
really tropical, like she's from some tropical island. The Solomon Islands
or Trinidad or something, maybe. Cool.
Heather looked at him a little closer.
"Something wrong, big man? Do you not like my friends?"
Alan looked around. "Hi Joy. Hi Janice."
They replied in kind with hellos and friendly waves. "No, I'm happy
to see you all. It's just that this raises the performance bar. I was
expecting a simple, quick fuck, and now I've got a big production. It's
not easy to please four girls at once. It takes a lot of energy."
Heather smiled. "Don't worry. Your
only goal here is to fuck me. The others are just here to assist with
that, unless you want to give Simone or any of the others a quick fuck
first. It's up to you. Don't worry about their pleasure. Just worry
about yours and mine."
Alan again looked around. "Are all
of you okay with that? Or did Heather put you up to his?"
Janice replied, "Heather didn't need
to talk us into this. Given what you said yesterday about not wanting
to fuck us anymore, Joy and I figure we should take any opportunity
with you we get." In actual fact, Heather had a hard time getting
Janice to participate due to their mutual feud. Janice was dead against
it despite really wanting to fuck Alan because she was even more set
against doing anything to help Heather. Then Heather pointed out that
it would be an opportunity for Janice to see Joy naked, and even be
with and touch Joy naked. That clinched it.
Simone spoke. "I don't want to put
any pressure on you or anything, but I'm pretty much in the same boat.
You've become quite well-known in certain circles in the girls' locker
rooms. Heather and I have gotten into a lot of mischief together. Lately
she's always talking about you, gushing about what a dream you are.
I just had to see for myself."
Alan was surprised to see Heather profusely
blushing. He had a hard time imagining her gushing or calling anyone
dreamy.
She clapped her hands, as if to quickly
change the topic. "Okay, everyone. Enough chatting. No doubt Alan's
in a hurry. He always is. So let's get the show on the road."
Clothes started dropping, including Alan's.
An idea to teach Heather a lesson of sorts was forming in Alan's mind.
He asked, "So. I'm the king of the hill here, right? Heather, you
want me to do whatever I want so I'll be happy and do this again, right?"
"Right." Heather started to get
worried with where his train of thought was going.
He snapped his fingers. "Okay. Heather,
on your knees in front of me. You're going to blow me to warm me up,
since you love that so much." He was sarcastic with this last point,
since he knew the one sexual act she enjoyed the least was giving blowjobs. Blowjobs weren't all about her, and giving her the pleasure.
Yet Heather immediately and wordlessly
obeyed. Alan found it nearly eerie the way she eagerly crawled over
to him and began licking.
Alan focused on Simone, since she was
new and so alluring. She was wearing a low cut blouse, but Alan's perception
of her was based on the many times he'd scoped her out, usually from
a distance. But now she slowly revealed herself and took off her top,
Alan realized that she was even hotter and fitter than he'd realized.
Her body was a lot like Heather's. Alan contemplated that that wasn't
so surprising, since the two of them and were good friends. Heather
wasn't going to associate with someone ugly, or even unremarkable looking.
He was impressed with Simone, especially with the size of her boobs.
Again, he was struck at how wrong his previous impressions were. He
was stunned enough to ask, "Holy cow, where have you been hiding
those things?"
Simone giggled. "Let's just say they
were an early Christmas present from my dad. You're one of the first
to take them for a test drive."
"Impressive. Give his plastic surgeon
my compliments."
Simone stepped forward so Alan could inspect
her tits with his hands, which is exactly what he did. He was even more
impressed with their feel - they didn't feel fake.
As if Simone could read his mind, she said,
"They feel real because it's mostly real tit in there - I just
boosted them a little to get my bra size a tad bit bigger than Heather's.
We're awfully competitive with each other."
Heather stopped cocksucking long enough
to say, "You see, Alan? You see what I can do for you if you play
ball with me? I can bring you girls. Lots of girls. Orgies. Orgies filled
with sizzling hot teen pussy. Simone has a great pussy. I fuck all my
girlfriends, and she's one of the best. We can have a..."
Alan interrupted her by putting his penis
back in her mouth. "Enough talking, cocksucker." He knew that
Heather got turned on by being degraded. On one hand he wanted to punish
her by giving her a bad time, but on the other hand he enjoyed giving
her the treatment she craved. The latter urge won out, since he was
in a bit of a bad mood and it was fun, if immature, to let it out on
Heather. Thinking about her hinting at blackmail regarding him and Katherine
made him feel mean. Talking more to himself than anyone, he added, "I
don't need anyone new. This is probably a really bad idea."
But his libido was in control now. He looked
over at Janice. "Hey Janice, you know how to stimulate a prostate?
Good. Take my ass." (He didn't want the enemies Heather and Janice
close together.) Then he looked at Joy. "Joy, help Heather with
the cocksucking. She's clearly such a bad lover that she needs at least
three other girls to help her please a man." Heather was going
to protest that, but Alan kept his hands firmly on her head and his
penis deep in her mouth, preventing her from talking. Janice and Joy
both got busy with their new tasks.
He
turned back to Simone, who stood in front of him, proudly dangling her
large tits for him. He said, "My apologies for Heather's interruption.
She keeps thinking there are people who want to hear her talking, when
she should naturally do nothing with her mouth but suck cocks and lick
pussy. I don't know how you can stand her as a friend. Although I suppose
it's nice to have a human cunt for a pet, always ready to drop and lick
you whenever she's ordered to."
Simone laughed. "She lets you treat
her like this? I can't believe it! She didn't tell me about THIS! Needless
to say, she's hardly my cunt pet. Or are you, Heather?" Simone
laughed some more, obviously fantasizing for a moment that what Alan
was saying was true.
Alan tsk-tsked. "Has she been talking
again? I warned her not to do that any more. She'll say the craziest
things when her tongue isn't busy with a cunt or dick. She even makes
some people feel intimidated. Can you imagine that - a pet cunt acting
haughty? In the future I recommend you keep her on a shorter leash,
literally. And in the future, don't let her walk on two feet, like people
do. That just gives her ideas. She belongs on her back getting fucked,
but failing that, she should crawl."
Simone was more than a little surprised.
"Heather? Are you just going to take that? Aren't you going to
kick him in the nuts?"
Alan was pleased to see that Heather was
getting quite excited. It helped that Janice was reaching around and
fondling Heather's clit with the hand that wasn't playing with Alan's
ass. Alan figured it would be a good idea to sit or lie down, but it
was a bit difficult now, with everyone but Simone tangled up around
his standing figure. He figured he'd get more comfortable in a minute.
He let go of Heather's head, curious to
hear what she'd say (which depended on if she'd gotten in the mood yet).
He asked, "So, cunt, what do you have to say to Simone?"
Heather pulled Alan's penis out of her
mouth and gasped for breath for a few moments. She looked up at Simone
and said contritely, "Sorry, Simone. I've been bad. I haven't been
sucking enough of Alan's cock. When I'm without cock, it makes me start
to think and stuff. And that just hurts my head." She rubbed her
head as if saying that many words was painful.
Simone was beyond shocked. Alan pressed,
"So, cunt, what about all that walking?"
Heather bewailed, "It's horrible!
Simone not only won't let me crawl to my classes, but she doesn't even
let me wear my leash to school. And I have to wear clothes, like, everywhere!"
She resumed her inexperienced cocksucking.
Alan looked up at Simone. He tsk-tsked
again, even while he continued to fondle her very dark-skinned tits.
"Simone, I thought you were a good friend. Owning a slave is a
great responsibility. Surely you of all people, with the history of
black slavery in this country, should know how important it is to treat
a slave well. I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished for your
lax Heather ownership."
Simone muttered slowly and uncomprehendingly,
"Lax? ... Slave? ... Heather?" She was still visibly stunned
to see the proud Heather willingly act like this.
CHAPTER 5
Alan ordered Simone, "Get on that
table over there. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a good fucking.
I'm curious to see what fucking a black woman is like. ... Joy, please
get her a pillow and put it over there."
Simone staggered back onto the table and
found herself crawling up onto it. She looked up at Alan with a bit
of fear.
He commanded, "Bend your legs back
and hold onto your ankles. Or are you here to play chess? Get to it!"
His aggressive role play with Heather was accidentally rubbing off in
the way he treated others.
She followed his command, and muttered,
"It's true."
"What's true?" Alan shook the
other girls off of him and walked over the to table. He positioned himself
over Simone to mount her.
She repeated, "It's true! What people
are whispering about you. How you're the greatest fuck in school. Look
what you've done to Heather! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it
with my own eyes. Please don't do that to me? I like my freedom! Don't
make me your slave?"
Joy grinned like a brainwashed cult member.
"If you think that's something, just wait until he fucks you."
Janice added, "He makes the boys of
this school look like the premature ejaculators they are. Emphasis on
'boy.' But Alan's a MAN."
"Okay, you all," Alan chided.
"That's enough. Heather, come here and feed my dick into Simone.
I want you to jack or lick it as much as you can until I get going at
a good pace. Joy and Janice, do whatever you want to both me and Simone
and yourselves to liven things up. After all, this is an orgy."
Janice suddenly got excited, but she tried
to hide it from her voice. With alarm in her voice but hope in her heart,
she asked, "Wait. Alan, you're saying we should, like, do lesbian
things to each other? You want me to get physical with Joy?"
Alan stood
poised with his penis a mere inch or two from Simone's pussy lips while
Heather both licked and jacked him off. The wait was excruciating for
Simone. He looked at Janice's face and saw how she was trying to hide
her eagerness. He thought, I don't know what this is about, but it
looks like I can make Janice really happy. He said commandingly,
"Yes. Of course. You two get physical with each other, and Heather,
and Simone too. Joy, you suck on Simone's tits while Janice eats you
out. If you do a really good job, I might fuck you first next time."
Janice rushed behind Joy so she could pump
her fist into the air in triumph without Joy seeing. Alan couldn't help
but laugh in sympathy at Janice's happiness.
But then he turned to Simone and focused
his attention on her. He pushed his penis all the way down until Heather
had to let go. Then he pulled back out, and Heather eagerly grabbed
the now cum-soaked stick and licked and squeezed it while she could,
until it disappeared again. Alan said to Simone, "Don't be alarmed.
I'm not going to fuck you into a slave or something. I don't have that
power. Heather is like this because she wants to be, and only for a
time. At other times, she acts like her usual bitch-self with me. Believe
me. You should have seen the way she was pushing me around this morning.
This is just an ordinary fuck, so relax and enjoy it." He wanted
to diminish the sky-high expectations everyone was creating.
Joy looked up from the tit of Simone's
that she'd been licking. She seemed content enough with all the lesbian
activity going on around her, even though she wasn't naturally inclined
that way. Alan forgot about her inclinations, since he was so used to
every female he came across being bisexual. Joy stared seriously at
Simone and said, "Don't believe him. He'll turn you into his sex
slave. Look at the three of us and what we're doing. Enjoy your last
few minutes of freedom - once you climax, it's all over!"
Alan paused in his thrusting, which greatly
pleased Heather, because it gave her many long moments to work on his
penis with her fingers and tongue. He looked at Joy and said, "Joy,
please. No joking. Tell Simone that you're just joking."
Joy was back at Simone's nipple and wasn't
intent on stopping again. But Alan tapped on her until she finally relented.
He said again, "Come on. Don't freak her out. Tell her you're joking
already."
Joy looked at Simone. "Okay. I'm joking.
Kind of. The fact is, Alan is a great fuck. Janice is right. He makes
the other guys look like the inexperienced boys they are. Look at him:
he's drowning in female flesh, and he's hardly fazed. He may not literally
blow your mind, but it's a mind blowing experience all the same."
"Okay, Joy. That's enough."
Everyone went back to what they were doing
for a couple of minutes. After a while Alan looked again over at Joy
and Janice. He saw that Joy had given up on licking Simone's tit, and
was leaning back, completely absorbed by the pussy licking Janice was
giving her. He remembered now that Joy said she didn't go for lesbian
sex, and just from her facial expression he couldn't tell if she was
in agony or ecstasy. So he asked, "Joy, how's it going over there?"
"Well, you
want Janice to do this," was all Joy said. Her tone was neutral
as well.
Alan decided that he'd talk to Joy alone
some time later. He thought, I feel bad. I'm getting so haughty and
insensitive. Am I just using Janice and Joy for my own pleasure or am
I helping push them together? Do I really care what happens to them?
I feel the temptation of just letting go and giving in to my darker
urges. Especially when my libido is in control, like it is right now.
I have to fight it!
Simone suddenly cried out, "Alan,
I can't take it any more! Heather, get off and let him fuck me! That
penis is MINE, girl! Fuck me now!"
Alan complied. He said to Heather, "You
heard your mistress, Cunt Girl. Twiddle her clit and keep your finger
up my asshole while you watch me fuck."
Heather, surprisingly, put up resistance
and refused. "No, Alan! Fuck me instead. Please! I've been waiting
for this!"
Alan paused, and all action stopped. He
said to Simone, "See what happens when you're lax with your slave?
This kind of annoying shit. Well, Heather, if you're going to be so
difficult. I'll tell you what. Lie down and have Simone lie on top of
you. That way, I'll have a choice of fucks."
"Yes!"
Heather was happy and gladly did what he commanded. She lay on her back
and Simone lay face down on top of her, so their pussies and tits could
rub against each other.
Alan stood behind and probed with his penis
at the two pussies lined up on top of each other. He commented, "You
two are easily the darkest fucks I've ever had. But Heather, even though
your skin is so tanned, your pussy is nice and pink and creamy. Simone's
on the other hand is a lovely chocolate brown, just like the rest of
her. Which one should I go for? Chocolate or cream?"
He probed with his penis, slightly entering
one pussy only to pull out after going in an inch. Then he'd do the
same to the other. Both girls were insane with anticipation and held
their breath, hoping.
Finally Alan chose Simone, as he knew he
would all along. He just wanted to torture Heather a bit more. As he
pushed in all the way to Simone's deep depths, he said, "Sorry,
Heather. Looks like Simone wins. Problem is, I prefer chocolate. Especially
dark chocolate. Mmm. Yum."
Heather cried out, "Alan! No! Why
are you doing this to me? God, that was so close!"
"Heather, you need a good de-bitching.
You're too stuck up. Now shut up because you're ruining my fuck!"
Simone pressed closer onto Heather, so
their lips met. She kissed the head cheerleader and really gave the
deep kiss her all. At the same time, she worked hard to keep her tits
rubbing into Heather's. This was a bit of a diplomatic move, because
with all the kissing and rubbing, Heather was unable to talk or respond
to Alan. She was trapped beneath Simone, and eventually resigned herself
to that fact.
Alan slowly built up a head of steam with
Simone, plunging into her faster and faster. After all the praise he
felt the need to live up to his reputation, and took his time building
up the pace until they were speeding along at a fast fuck.
Alan had Simone cumming long before he
got near his own peak. Eventually he reached a frantic slamming mode,
and Heather bounced up and down below them like a human pillow, absorbing
every single thrust. She found it maddening.
Alan pumped
his seed into Simone while she cried and cried. (At least, that's what
it felt like - he used a condom.) Finally taking some pity on Heather,
he went at her clit aggressively even while he was climaxing, causing
Heather to cum at the same time as Simone and Alan.
When it was over, Alan looked around and
saw Joy and Janice on the floor next to them. Janice now had a dildo
in her hand and was using it on Joy's pussy most vigorously. Joy seemed
to be having climaxes of her own, though she wasn't returning the attentions
in any way.
Finally all was still. Heather, finally
and gratefully able to roll from under the other two, asked her friend
Simone, "So. How was it? Did I tell you, or what?" Heather
seemed as under the sway of Alan as ever, despite (or perhaps because)
the way he largely neglected her.
Alan looked up at Heather. "Oh, it's
you, Cunt Girl. What did I tell you about talking? It's likely to fry
your tiny brain. Get back to licking something. I'm wiped out and Janice
and Joy look content, so get busy on the mess between your mistress's
legs."
Simone protested, "No, really, you
don't have to do that. I'm so sensitive and sore down there right now..."
But Alan insisted and Heather got licking.
Simone immediately found herself wriggling
again, especially since Heather was really working her clit. They knew
each other's bodies quite well, and Heather knew just what to do to
get her friend off. But Simone tried to answer Heather's general question.
"God, Alan, that was fantastic. As far as I'm concerned, you can
fuck me anytime. I don't care if I'm in the middle of getting fucked
by my boyfriend. If Heather gives me the call, I'll be there."
Alan groaned. "Boyfriend? Don't tell
me you have one too?"
"Yeah. You probably know him. The
tall tight end who catches all the touchdowns."
Alan groaned even louder. He thought, She
could have called him the extremely tall and LARGE tight end who could
kick my ass with both hands tied behind his back. Big, scary black guy.
Just my luck. He probably knows the guy who harassed me and accused
me of stealing girlfriends. Well, he's right. I didn't even bother to
ask if Simone had a boyfriend BEFORE fucking. Duh!
Alan got up and began putting on his clothes.
He announced, "Okay, that's it. I'm out of here. Thanks for all
the fun."
Heather stopped her licking and protested.
"Wait a minute! You didn't fuck me yet! This is all about you fucking
me. That's why I called us all together. That's the whole fucking point!
"
Alan gave her a mischievous smile. "Thanks
for that, but you must admit it's a much higher priority for me to fuck
your mistress than it is to fuck a lowly Cunt Girl."
"No it's not!" Heather protested.
"You have to fuck meeeee!"
"So you implicitly admit that Simone
is your mistress. That's a good first step."
She complained, "I admit no such thing!
Alan, the fuck is over. Stop the playing around and get back to our
normal roles with each other."
"Cunt Girl, don't be difficult or
we'll have to get your leash out and take you for a walk around the
school. I hope everyone's gone home, but you never can tell. I imagine
the football team is out practicing. I wonder what they'll think. Really,
Simone. You need to train her better."
Simone was all smiles. "Sorry. I'll
remember what you said. Shorter leash. More crawling."
Heather looked up and gave her friend the
evil eye.
Alan added, "And don't tell anyone
about this, okay, Simone? Some guys are getting jealous and it could
get ugly. Okay?"
Simone nodded. "Okay."
Alan was quickly dressed and left before
Heather realized he was really going. He wished he could stay and see
the fallout from what Janice did to Joy, but he figured he should leave
on a high note, before Heather's usual bitchy personality completely
reasserted itself.
Heather turned her head around at the sound
of the door slamming, and then pounded a fist into her open hand. She
got off of Simone and looked around. The other three girls were all
smirking at her. She pointed and said, "Okay, you all. That's enough!"
They all bowed their heads in the face
of her withering stare. The situation got serious quickly and soon everyone
put their clothes on and made to leave.
Alan thought that he'd won a victory of
sorts, that he'd given Heather the message not to force him into anything.
But that was half right and all wrong. Because of the way he treated
her and bested her, she loved and desired him all the more. And she
vowed to get revenge. She consoled, I still hold all the cards. Actually,
more now. By getting Janice to attend, and using the lure of Joy, I've
shown that I can get Janice to do what I want as long as I keep the
Joy lure dangling. And where Janice goes, Joy follows. I can force those
two closer together physically, and then Janice is going to permanently
owe me, big time. Then there's Simone. Screw this "mistress"
shit. The fact is, she'll do what I say. Now I've got her googly about
Alan. If I tell her to jump about Alan, she'll ask how high. I just
have to get Kim on my side, too, and I'll have most of my cheerleading
squad at my disposal. They're all my natural allies, and will want to
see Amy put down into her place so Alan will look to us and not her
for his fucks. We can work as a team against Glory, too. They're just
timid at the moment because Amy's so nice and Glory's a teacher.
Then there's Katherine. She's the key.
I've got to prove their relationship and then I'll be able to control
Alan like a puppet. Won't it be delicious? I think I'll call my new
boyfriend "Dick Boy." "Come here, Dick Boy. Lick my feet.
You're going to stay in and fuck me all night long. Just me. Come here,
Simone. Stick his fat impaler in me and lick it if you get a chance
whenever he pulls out. And no back talking, slave girl!" Ha! That'll
show them.
CHAPTER 6
Alan had to walk home since he'd been driven
to school in the morning. As he walked, his mind filled with regrets
over what he'd done with Heather and the others. He thought, Just
yesterday I'd made a vow to steer clear of those exact people so I could
spend more quality time with the ones I really love. What do I do? I
go and fuck Kim yesterday, and the rest of them today. What's worse,
I've added a new girl. Simone seems as affected as the others by my
fucking. What gives with that? She was so wet and hot even before I
started fucking her. Did all that talk with Heather get her going? Are
all the other guys in school really that pathetic at fucking? Whatever.
The whole thing only seemed to make Heather even more incorrigible too.
The point is, I've dug myself into an even deeper hole. Literally, ha-ha, except it's not funny. The problem is, now I have to go home and
pay the piper. At least I can take my time walking there. That'll give
me a chance to recover.
Alan knew what would happen when he got
home from school. Susan vowed that she would take it easy and resort
to nothing but stealth stroking for the rest of the day, but he knew
that wasn't going to happen. She's gonna be in serious cock withdrawal.
And the anal sex only partially sated her, because that means she hasn't
sucked cock since yesterday morning. That's bad. She'll be needy, despite
her desire to give me a break.
He figured his mother would be all over
him. However, Katherine would also be home by then. He imagined his
sister would just sit in her room, glum at missing out on all the fun
(the one good thing about her new slavish attitude is that she obeyed
his requests). He in fact still wanted to take things easy, so he came
up with a plan to get his sister to take up his mother's attention and
considerable sexual energy.
When he got home,
Susan was in the kitchen wearing her erotic apron and cooking up an
after school snack for him and Katherine. He gave her a friendly peck
on the cheek, and asked, "What are you making?"
"Cookies. They're almost done, and
I know you like them. Oatmeal and raisin. But is that how you're going
to greet me? With a timid little kiss like your father would give me?
I'm hurt. I've been waiting for you, and you're so late from school...
No doubt you were fucking a whole bevy of women while keeping your ugly
mommy waiting." She pouted with dramatic flair.
He thought, Little does she know just
how true that is! Minus the ugly mommy part, of course. He kissed
her on the cheek again, but that was it. "I'm in homework mode.
Remember? And what about clothing? Remember that you promised to dress
conservatively?"
She pouted even more, "When you said
'conservative' you didn't actually mean covering up the tits too, did
you? That's cruel. Look, I'm so good. Look how this apron covers up
my cunt." She flipped up the apron so he could have a good, long
look at the cunt in question. "And look how it covers the ass."
She turned and gave him a long flash of her ass, while she seductively
rubbed it. "Two out of three ain't bad, right?"
Alan laughed. "Okay. You're right.
Stay topless for now, but nothing more, okay? And I guess I would be
remiss in my duties as son not to 'get your attention' a little better."
He fondled her ass and tits and wherever
else he liked for the next couple of minutes. There was a healthy dose
of French kissing, too. Susan moaned and mmmmed appreciatively the whole
time.
Alan was quite turned on, but he strengthened
his resolve not to spend all his free time on sex and went upstairs
to get his sister. That naturally led to another attention getting session
with Katherine in her bedroom, but he kept it short. He brought her
downstairs so they could all partake in the cookies, now coming fresh
out of the oven.
Susan was delighted to see Katherine, and
the two of them kissed and groped as if they'd been separated for ages.
Then attention fell to the cookies. Susan said, "Don't think I'll
just give you these cookies for free. But I'm open to alternative payment
ideas. For instance, a cookie for cum swap." She smiled and winked.
She offered them the plate of cookies,
and Alan said while winking back, "I think that can be arranged.
But in stealth stroking fashion."
Susan harrumphed, but accepted that.
"How am I going to pay for my cookies?"
Katherine asked, hoping to get into the action. She'd already changed
from her school clothes into something sexy when she walked in, but
she pulled the straps off of what barely qualified as a top while she
asked her question, hoping that would help give her mother some ideas.
Susan was eager to work on those ideas.
"If you'll work with me to provide Alan some visual stimulation,
that will be worth a couple of cookies. Why don't you come over here
and rub your tits against mine? Mommy's into women now."
Katherine happily did as she was told.
But rather than engage in a kiss as well, both of them pushed their
chests as far out as they could and held their heads back, trying to
highlight their tit mashing as much as possible. "How do you like
this, Tiger?" Susan asked.
"It's great. Look, it made my wee
wee accidentally pop out of my pants," Alan said all innocent and
confused, like he was eight years old. He was in a playful mood. But
he also had a plan that would allow him to take a nap and then do some
homework: get Katherine and Susan together and then slip away.
However, first Susan had a cocksucking
need to fill. "Don't worry, Son, Mommy knows how to take care of
your boo boo." She disengaged from Katherine and assumed the usual
position: on her knees in front of her son's penis.
"But Mom, I'm afraid Katherine is
going to need to provide a lot more help like that today," Alan
spoke as his mother wrapped her tongue around his shaft. "My penis
is pretty worn out, and I'm afraid only a lot of hot lesbian action
between mother and daughter can help revive it." He undid the strap
on Susan's back holding the apron up.
Susan would have liked to respond to his
comment, but her mouth was busy with other things, so Katherine spoke
instead. "Don't worry, I'd be more than happy to help you out with
that, Big Whale Bone Brother. After all, our number one goal is to help
with your stimulation. Don't you agree, Mom?"
Susan emphatically mumbled an affirmative
"Mmm hmm" between slurps.
"Great," said Alan. "Let's
all grab some cookies and go to your bedroom, Mom. I like lying on top
of you in your bed, the way your husband should."
Susan popped his penis out of her mouth
to say, "Tiger, you fucking stud! I want you in my bed on top of
me. That's where you belong!"
In her excitement to get to her bed, she
didn't even mind halting the cocksucking. Alan was glad about that,
as he resolved to save his cum and work his way to his books.
Once in Susan's
bedroom, Alan didn't get on her bed as promised. Instead, he said, "My
penis is still all tired out, and I'm in a take it easy mode. You two
get started. I'll just stay here and watch for a while." He fully
intended to watch until mother and daughter were fully into each other,
and then sneak off to his room.
Katherine went to the phone by the bed
first. She dialed, and then spoke into the phone, "Amy? Whatcha
doin'? ... Wanna come over here? Alan has a problem, and I think you'd
be well suited to take it in hand, if you know what I mean." Her
words were a bit vague in case Brad or Eric overheard on another line,
but the meaning was clear enough for Amy.
She put down the phone and said to her
brother, "I'm concerned you might get too excited and touch yourself.
I thought that just in case that happens, it's best to have Amy's fingers
and mouth in reserve."
Susan smiled up at Katherine, who was in
the process of laying down on her. "Good thinking, Angel. Tiger,
hold out until Amy's soft hands get over here, and that's an order.
Otherwise I'll be forced to disengage and suck your boo boo until you
pee your white goo all over the back of my throat."
"Hey. I'm doing just fine watching.
Amy won't be needed. Just think of me as a official United Nations peacekeeping
observer or something."
Katherine now fully lay down on Susan.
The two of them had played around a good deal while kissing on a number
of occasions, but they hadn't really explored each other's pussies yet.
There was no doubt that was going to happen now.
Alan sat in a chair with a hand on his
prick and said, "Okay you two, I'm ready to see something really
hot. Have fun." He reluctantly took his hand away and resolved
to not get caught up in the sex. His books beckoned.
"Angel dear," Susan said to Katherine,
"are you sure you want this?" She winked up at her daughter.
"If Alan forces me to go down on you and lick your juicy, tight
twat, do you want to force your poor mother to do that? Should we give
him what he wants?"
"I'm very sure. Let's just do it.
Plus, I still need to earn some more cum points for those yummy cookies."
Susan giggled. "All right. I suppose
it was inevitable. You know, you two, you're turning your mother all
lesbo." Susan tried to sound distraught, but was far too excited
to do a convincing job, or even to sound playfully distraught. She was
simply ecstatic.
The two Plummer women proceeded to go after
each other in a no holds barred fashion. They were already sufficiently
intimate with each other, so they could be very relaxed and just enjoy
themselves. However, knowing her mother's vagina and anus were sore
and sensitive, Katherine tried to avoid direct stimulation of those
areas (though her clit was fair game).
Amy rushed over immediately. It only took
her a couple of minutes to get next door, let herself in the back, and
find them upstairs. She looked at Katherine and Susan meshing their
bodies together on the big bed, and then saw Alan sitting to the side
with his unattended penis sticking straight up in the air. She quickly
appraised what was needed. She sat down next to Alan and said, "Hi,
everybody!" even as she began stroking his penis.
Alan protested a little, saying, "Take
it easy, Aims. Don't get too into it because I'm going to be leaving
in a minute once these two get really going. I've gotta take a nap.
You know how I am with naps."
"M'kay," she replied, but she
had no intention of letting him leave the room before giving up a load,
if she could help it.
Because Alan
was watching, Susan and Katherine frequently chose highly visual positions
for his benefit. For instance, they rubbed their pussies together in
a variety of different ways, including mashing their asses together
high in the air.
In a short time, they seemingly ran through
every possible position two women could make with each other. First
one was on the top, then the other, then they were pussy to pussy, then
face to pussy, and so on. And it was all done without any dildos, because
there were none right at hand.
Amy helpfully provided colorful commentary.
She said things like, "Boyfriend, how does it feel to see your
mother and sister making love for you? Does that make you feel all incestuousy?"
"'Incestousy'? Aims, I'm positive
that isn't a word."
"Hrm. Incestu-riffic?"
"No."
"Bummer. Let me put it this way. Does
it make your cock fill up with hot brother seed, or burning son cum,
as the case may be, knowing that you're going to be pumping their pussies
full of your white stuff, and they'll be loving it?" Her hands
slipped up and down his slick rod, making lewd slurpy noises.
"As a matter of fact, it does inspire.
Very much. And I like how you put it. Tell me more."
"Your official girlfriend loves to
see you get all worked up over mommy and sissy because they're so busy
with each other that you're going to give all your cum to me! Can you
do that? Can you give it up for Amy? She's working soooo hard to squeeze
it out of you. Mmm. It tastes sooo good. Can I lick your lollipop? Just
a couple of licks?" Her hands stroked up and down, up and down.
"Okay, just a couple. But hold on!
I'm almost! ... No. Phew. That was close. Let's calm down a minute."
Katherine shouted out encouragingly, "Squeeze
it out, Amy! Squeeze it! Suck it dry!" But she mostly focused on
her mother. They were rubbing asses against each other at the moment,
and both were too worked up to talk much.
Time rapidly passed, with everyone having
a delightful time. Alan of course had no trouble staying hard and happy,
and would remained so just from the visual stimulation, never mind Amy's
help. As it was, he was loving life.
After a while, Amy asked to everyone out
loud, "Since Alan's gotta give up his load soon, is there any reason
why he can't cum in my cunt?"
Susan spoke for everyone when she shouted
out, "Fuck her, Tiger! Fuck her good! Good and hard and long and
deep!"
Alan was going
to have Amy sit in his lap, but that reminded him too much of what Suzanne
did just the night before, so instead he had Amy lay down and he sat
up over her and fucked her that way. He thought, As if fucking Amy
isn't great enough, what a charge from seeing Mom and Sis fucking each
other into a squishy lesbian frenzy while they cheer me on to dump a
load into my girlfriend. Mom may not be Sister's biological mother,
but they sure are cut from the same nympho cloth!
With everything so arousing, Alan couldn't
last long. The "visual stimulation" in front of him didn't
help his endurance much. The sexfest had Alan revved up so high that
he thought, I wish I had enough cum and endurance as the highest
family praises claim I have so I could pump a quart into my girlfriend
here, then lumber over and dump just as much cum into my horny sister,
and finally pull my still squirting member out and firmly lodge it into
Mom's cunt with a final giant blast of loving son semen. Yes! Take this,
Aims! He grunted loudly with each thrust. He'd grown to love the
feeling of each jet of cum squirting out of him.
When he stopped pumping into Amy, reality
ruled the day and his ram rod started to soften. Susan and Katherine
however kept going. They both longingly watched Alan's balls and dick
while it contracted and filled Amy.
Amy was left, as she gleefully put it to
Alan, "All fucked out." The other two admired the scene of
the exhausted and dripping boyfriend and girlfriend. Katherine wished
Amy would slide her ass over so she could suck her brother's seed straight
out of Amy's pussy, but she was too busy with her mother to disengage.
Susan was so carried away with the way Katherine's pussy grinded into
hers that she was barely able to focus. She stared at Amy's slit, still
leaking her son's precious seed, and wished he'd walked over and pumped
his load into her instead of Amy. Susan had a vague feeling that Amy
might have won the battle, but she would win the war of being Alan's
favorite cum target.
Amy went back home very happy. She loved
the feeling of his jism running down her legs so much that when she
dressed back up a few minutes later to return home, she left Alan's
cum right where it was on her skin. Mostly that meant some rivulets
right around her pussy lips and running a bit down her inner thighs.
Luckily she was wearing long shorts, so none of it could be visible.
She felt a great erotic thrill walking through her own house with his
cum on her.
Had Alan known about this, he would have
been extremely upset. The last thing he wanted to happen was have Brad
or Eric find out about what was happening at his house, and such antics
could easily lead to a slippery slope of behavior ending with disaster.
Amy, however, didn't really understand his security precautions.
Katherine and Susan fell asleep, leaving
Alan alone. He looked at the time and saw that it actually wasn't as
late as he thought. He still had time for a nap and then a chance to
crack open the books before dinner. He went to his room and thought
to himself, Spoi-led. Spoi-led. I am so damn spoi-led. I guess I
have a gift, a talent at fucking. Simone seems to think so anyways,
and she should know. She's probably fucked nearly as many guys as Heather.
But my ego is running out of control. And the homework! Oh yeah. What
happened to that? But he wasn't that perturbed about it. He slept
a long time.
CHAPTER 7
Alan woke up with a new determination to
actually, finally, get some homework done. To his pleasant surprise,
Katherine and Susan both appeared to be all fucked out. They were sleeping
too, both in Susan's bed. He figured they probably dropped on the spot
once they ran out of energy. Had he known, he would have been glad to
learn that Suzanne and Amy were both exhausted and sleeping in their
bedrooms back in their house, as well. Suzanne wasn't that tired, but
all the sex with Susan in the last two days had gotten to her a bit.
So that just left Alan and his books. He
felt so guilty for fucking away much of the afternoon that he actually
focused and accomplished something. Dinner was relatively uneventful,
and after dinner he accomplished more. He didn't even get stealth stroked,
because all the females were too tired out to help.
But he felt restless. He was thinking more
about sex with his females and all his problems than he was about homework.
He needed help "taking care" of the cheerleaders' fucking
desires. A plan formed in his mind involving his friend Sean. He gave
Sean a call but unfortunately just got a busy signal. He resolved to
get to school early the next day to talk about his ideas with Sean as
soon as possible. The situation with Heather especially gnawed at him
and required immediate action.
By this time it was nine o'clock, which
meant there was still a lot of time for studying. He figured he'd have
to study late into the night for the rest of the week, if not even pull
all-nighters. The females had started to revive. Susan and Katherine
were both up and watching TV in the living room. But Susan in particular
looked weary. She commented to Alan as he came in, "Tiger, I'm
sitting on a bag of ice here on the couch. Can you believe it? That's
how much my cunt and ass hurt. I'm sorry I can't take care of you properly
on a Tuesday, but I've been poked and licked so much, and all of a sudden
it caught up with me. Sorry we let you down with our stealth stroking
duties. Angel and I were sleeping and didn't even realize..."
"Mom, Sis, no worries. As much as
I love the stealth stroking, I can study better without it. I really
should go upstairs and do some more work. All by myself. You two just
relax and recover. But we should have a talk first."
"You're not going anywhere just yet,
my Sweetie." Suzanne spoke from inside the kitchen. She walked
to the opening between the living room and kitchen/dining room area
so she could be seen. "I'm more than a little sore myself, but
that doesn't mean I won't be sad if you don't properly 'get my attention.'"
She put on a girlish, pouty look while keeping a knowing smile.
Suzanne had been
fully dressed (minus the underwear, of course), but seeing Alan come
to her, she stood back and took off her dark red silk top. "Sweetie,
I think you know how to 'get my attention,'" she said seductively
as she thrust her tits out towards him. Alan began mauling her tits
as he continued to kiss her and nuzzle her neck. She muttered, "I've
gotten so horny this last hour feeling the tight silk blouse rubbing
against my nipples. Sweetie, it's positively cruel to make your women
cover their tits!"
Alan was surprised by that language, especially
by Suzanne referring to herself merely as one of his women. That increased
his excitement and he went after her tits even more aggressively. He
experimented with pushing her nipples in as far as they could go, then
pulling them out.
Meanwhile, she yanked down her flimsy blue
silk skirt, hoping that would inspire him to get active down below.
He obligingly dropped his shorts and rubbed his penis up against her
ass. He let it roam where it wanted to go, which was mostly in between
her thighs. She managed to dry fuck him by exaggeratedly shifting her
weight from one leg to another, which caused a great amount of friction
for his trapped penis.
Katherine and Susan watched jealously,
the television show in the other direction completely forgotten. But
they were too exhausted to join in what was obviously much more than
a usual greeting.
After a few minutes, Alan disengaged and
sat back down on the couch he'd been sitting on. Suzanne sat on his
lap.
"Now this is what I call a proper
greeting, Sweetie," Suzanne said happily, almost deliriously so.
Alan's penis slid up and around Suzanne's ass crack, but to prevent
himself from anally penetrating her right then, he adjusted his position
so his penis poked out right in front of Suzanne's pussy. She squeezed
it in a vise between her two thighs and it rubbed against her vulva.
Susan and Katherine sat on nearby couches,
silently watching it all. Arousal was slowly overtaking their weariness.
Alan had started just expecting a kiss,
but was getting more and more aroused. He didn't know where it would
end, and wondered if he would end up fucking Suzanne right in front
of his sister and mother. Then he thought, Why shouldn't I? If Mom
has problems with that, it's time for her to get over them.
He announced, "Now, as I was saying,
I wanted to have a meeting and discuss a few things. I want both of
you to lift your miniskirts and start playing with yourselves to get
in the right frame of mind. Mom, since your cunt is so sore, diddle
with your clit. ... That's good. ... Most urgent for me at the moment
is the matter of fucking Suzanne. Mom, you seem to have some kind of
issue with that, is that correct?"
"Well, I, uh..." Her eyes were
wide at the sight of Suzanne bouncing up and down in Alan's lap. Katherine
and Susan sat directly in front of Alan and Suzanne, so they could clearly
see his penis head poking in and out of view right below Suzanne's pussy
lips. A steady dribble of pre-cum flowed.
"Let me ask this," he said between
ragged breaths. "Mom, should I be denied fucking anyone I want
to fuck, even if it's you? Especially if it's you? Are you going to
deny me if I want your cunt?"
"NO!" Susan said excitedly. "Mommy
has to give her son her cunt! He can put it in his collection with his
other possessions like her tits and ass! Alan owns every inch of his
hot mommy's body!" She was breathing even more raggedly than he
was now, and she pulled and twisted her clit with abandon.
"Well then, doesn't that go for Suzanne
as well? Isn't it my right to take Suzanne any way, at any time? Or
Sis, for that matter?"
"YES!" Susan cried out. "YES!
Fuck them all!"
"What do you think, Sis?"
"Fuck her, Bro! Make her your slave!
And then do me!"
"I think I will! Rise up, Suzanne."
Suzanne obediently rose six inches. Alan grabbed his penis and held
it up, then lowered Suzanne down on it.
The pale-skinned goddess was still silent,
but let out a big sigh of relief and joy.
Katherine and Susan watched the slow decent
of Suzanne's tight and talented pussy as it completely engulfed Alan's
insatiable rod. Katherine thought with glee; You go, you big inseminator,
you get all the fucking out in the open so you come over here and ram
your big prick up in me right in front of Mom. I can't wait until you
can fuck me in every room, in every inch of this house, while Mom cheers
us on! I have the fucking coolest family on the planet!
Susan likewise was lost in thought. Yeah,
Baby, fuck her, fuck her good! By fucking first Amy and then Suzanne
right in front of me, you're showing all of us who's boss around here.
And you're especially showing me just what I can look forward to! I
can't wait until you fuck me properly! But not just me; maybe you should
show me next what fucking Katherine looks like! That's right, all the
mommies and horny girls should be keeping that big meat log warm, wet,
and constantly shooting sperm into squeezy cunts!
Alan paused to relax and recover, happy
now that his penis was in a nice, tight, warm place. He'd been fucking
so often that it almost seemed strange not to have his penis in a warm
hole. Susan was right in suspecting that he was fucking in front of
her directly, to work her up. Working up Katherine was a nice bonus.
After several big sighs, he said, "Okay, item one of the agenda
taken care of. Funny how I was just doing this with Amy in front of
the same audience a couple of hours ago. ... Now item two is a bit ironic,
because I wasn't expecting item one. I was going to say that we need
to keep things cool, so I can get some homework done. Is Brenda still
coming by tomorrow night?"
"Yes," Susan panted. Her eyes
were now glued at the meeting of Suzanne and Alan's groins more than
ever.
"Let's cancel that, then. I don't
know how much more I'll get done today, the way Suzanne and all of you
are tempting me, so I should clear the decks for tomorrow."
Suzanne finally spoke. "Xania is coming
to the card game tomorrow, too." She rose up a bit and fell back
down onto his hard meat, eager to get the fucking really rolling.
"Xania? Dang! Suzanne, you're so evil
that I'm just gonna start calling you 'Pure Evil' from now on. I guess
the card game is back on. Does she know what the game is like?"
"No. She's just passing through town
and wants to be sociable. But I figure you'll teach her how to spread
her legs and beg for cock before the night is over."
"Good Lord!" Alan huffed. He
was fucking in earnest now, and Suzanne bounced up and down, over and
over. Katherine and Susan watched every last detail.
Suddenly Susan cried out, "How can
you two just fuck like that? Suzanne, aren't you going to comment on
the fact that Alan's finally fucking you?!?"
"What can I say? I don't have the
right to say no, even if I was somehow crazy and wanted to say no. Alan
owns my cunt, just like he owns yours!" Inside her head, Suzanne
thought, What am I saying? I need to stay in control. Stay in control.
I'm not just another bitch in his harem. I'm Suzanne! But she felt
the control rapidly slipping away.
Alan spoke between thrusts. "Mom,
truth be told, this isn't the first time we've fucked. We started a
couple of days ago. Sorry I didn't mention it."
"Oh." Susan looked sad, but she
didn't stop diddling with her clit. She seemed to take the news remarkably
well, no doubt because she was too aroused to really think.
"Yeah," he added, still breathing
hard. "The computer shopping over the weekend kind of got out of
control. Sorry. It just happened. But getting back to the agenda, I
need to figure out how to get some homework done. All I can seem to
do is fuck women all day long!" He lifted Suzanne up and dropped
her down onto his penis to emphasize the point.
"Oh Sweetie," Suzanne breathed,
"show your mother and sister what a good fucker you are! Fuck me
just like that! Hard! HARD! Fuck me more! Hurry!"
"Wait a sec, wait a sec. I'm about
to lose it. Hold on." Alan pulled Suzanne up and off his penis.
He sat back on the couch next to her and recovered his breath. Then
he sat her up on the couch and got behind her. "Sorry, Aunt Suzy.
I know you were close to a really good climax. Let me get back here
and finish you off. Then we can talk a bit more rationally. We can talk
about how this stealth stroking thing is gonna work." He licked
Suzanne's pussy from behind, driven by the sounds of three females moaning.
CHAPTER 8
They were going like that a minute or two
later when Amy let herself in the back patio as she usually did and
walked right in. "Hi guys," she giggled. "Hey Mom, looks
like I'm missing something good!"
Suzanne
looked up at her daughter with concern, because this wasn't how she
wanted her daughter to see her: naked, flushed, bent over, and loving
it. She cried out, "Amy! Don't look!"
But Suzanne was so aroused and close to
climax that she didn't make a move to disengage. If anything, she pressed
her ass harder back into Alan's face, encouraging his tongue.
Amy kept looking, while smiling happily.
"Don't worry, Mom, I've seen that kind of thing before."
Suzanne rather lamely said to her daughter,
"Amy, what are you doing here? Please don't look at me like this
– I'm so embarrassed. It's not what you think!"
That got a good laugh from everyone but
Alan, as his mouth was busy. Obviously it was exactly what Amy thought.
"Don't worry, Mom, there's nothing
to be embarrassed about. I'm not embarrassed. What's the big deal?"
"Well, it's just that you're my daughter,
and, uh, unh! Oh yes! Unnh! ... Um, it's just that, this is rather private,
and you're my daughter, and we're not having sex, we're just..."
As if trying to prove Suzanne wrong, Alan
picked her up and moved her over his lap as if she was a blow up doll.
He pushed her down onto his prick as he'd done a couple of times before
Amy arrived. Suzanne was upset at this, but at the same time did her
best to bounce up and down on his rod.
She tried again
to explain to Amy, "Um, we're having sex, now, technically, but
it's not really... Unnh! YES! Oh, like that! ... It's technically not
really... YES! Do me! Aaaagggghhh! Yes! Again! Harder! Hurry!... God,
I feel like such a slut! Anyway, the point is ... dammit Amy, it's
rude to stare!"
"Oh, sorry!" Amy said, blissfully.
"I won't stare, I'll just look normally. I'm going to get a drink.
Does anyone want anything?"
"YES! YES!" Suzanne screamed.
"Um, Amy, I'm talking to Alan and his need to POUND ME HARD, not
about the DRINK! Unnh! YES! More, Sweetie! Fill my cunt!" Alan
continued to impale Suzanne onto his hard and thick tool.
Amy got herself a glass of lemonade from
the refrigerator, came back, and pulled up a chair. She sat less than
two feet away from Alan and Suzanne. She watched them raptly, as if
she were watching an exciting sporting event.
Katherine complained, "Amy, you're
in the way. Could you scoot to the side?"
"Oh, sorry." She scooted. Amy
and Katherine sat next to each other with their eyes practically on
Suzanne's bush.
"Everybody's looking at me! Amy? AMY!"
Suzanne couldn't help shouting because of what Alan was doing to her.
"What are you doing? God yes!"
"What? Am I forgetting something?"
Amy asked, momentarily confused. "Oh. I know! I'm making you uncomfortable
'cos I'm still wearing clothes. Sorry!" She got up and took off
all she was wearing in a flash.
"No!" Suzanne yelled. "No!
... Wait, don't stop, Alan, I'm talking to Amy." Alan had taken
his penis out of her pussy, but immediately pushed it back in. "Yes!
YES! More! But Amy, no. YES! What I mean is, Alan yes, but Amy, oh God,
yes!" Suzanne was having a hard time saying yes to Alan and no
to Amy. She finally gave up the attempt to tell Amy not to take her
clothes off, and exclaimed, "I can't control myself in front of
my daughter! I'm so ashamed!"
Alan and Suzanne were headed for a shuddering
climax. Soon Suzanne lost all hopes at coherence, and just screamed
at the top of her lungs. She kept her eyes closed and pretended Amy
wasn't there.
When they finally
came down from their mutual high, and became aware of their surroundings,
Suzanne looked around and to her horror discovered Amy anew and remembered
that she'd been there all the time. Her shame came flooding back even
stronger than before.
Amy stood just a couple feet away from
them, now frigging herself to the sight of her mother and her boyfriend
resting in each other's arms. Amy hadn't bothered to take off a garter
belt, since it didn't impede with what her hands wanted to do. She wore
her usual simple and happy face, as if she didn't have a trouble in
the world. In fact, her happy go lucky look was a disguise this time,
to make her mother feel more comfortable so their sexual relationship
could grow.
"Amy! What are you doing?" Suzanne
yelped in dismay. She looked past and saw Katherine and Susan both frigging
themselves too. She nearly fainted with embarrassment.
"I have my finger in my..."
Suzanne interrupted, and mustered up her
stern voice. "Don't answer that. It's a rhetorical question. I
want you to stop that right away, and put your clothes on. Now."
"But MoooOOOooom..."
"Don't 'but Mom' me. Do as you're
told." Having cum temporarily diminished her strong fuck need,
enabling her to get tougher with Amy.
"But Mom, it seems like you and Alan
are having much more fun than when Alan and I have sex. It's more intense.
Why is that? Is it that you're a better lover than me, or does Alan
like you more than me?" Amy appeared to just innocently ask a question,
but in fact she was stalling for time so she could keep frigging herself
until Suzanne got used to it.
Like everybody, Suzanne was a sucker for
a good compliment, and the suggestion that she might be Alan's best
lover was something Suzanne really liked to hear. Pleased, she blushed
in embarrassment.
Alan finally spoke. "Amy, I love you
very dearly, so don't worry about that. Remember that you're my girlfriend.
But Suzanne has had many years experience with sex, and you've only
had a few days' worth. So of course she's a better lover." Alan
still lay on top of Suzanne. He was so aroused by the sight of Amy and
Suzanne interacting with one masturbating and the other still with a
dick in her vagina, that he found himself regaining his erection even
faster than usual. He renewed thrusting as he said. "But don't
worry; you'll get good very quickly. Why don't you stick around, and
watch and learn?"
"M'kay!" Amy enthused, though
it was clear that was what she was going to do anyway.
"No. That's not right..." Suzanne
said halfheartedly. Alan moved from the couch to the floor, taking Suzanne
with him. He flipped her over, so Suzanne was now on the top. She began
bouncing her whole body up and down on his meaty pole even as she still
complained about Amy. "Sweetie, you can't possibly get hard again,
can you? Not with Amy watching! She can't see. She's my daughter! It's
not right..."
Alan whispered in Suzanne's ear, "Don't
you want Amy to be a great lover? Isn't that more important than being
prudish and worrying? I know of some great positions I'd like to show
Amy, if you're willing."
"I don't know. It's not proper..."
In the back of her mind she felt as if she was being manipulated the
way she manipulated others, but she was helpless to stop her urges.
Alan pressed, "You're fucking your
daughter's boyfriend right in front of her. Don't you think you owe
her some consideration? Can't you show her a thing or two?"
Amy appreciated that Alan was pushing her
mother to break down her barriers and be a more willing fuck bunny.
Everyone could see in the last few days that a change had come over
Suzanne. She often appeared lost in thought and somehow even more wanton
and sexy than before, if such a thing was possible. She was often found
sitting alone and idly stroking her tits, usually with her hands inside
her clothes, if she happened to be wearing clothes at all (an increasingly
rare occurrence for her whenever inside the Plummer home). She now was
as distracted by the constant thought of getting fucked by Alan as Susan
was. It seemed that the more she got fucked, the more she wanted it.
Amy had been slowly planting the idea in
Suzanne's mind that she and Suzanne should team up to mutually please
Alan. Amy dreamed of a bed filled with just her, her mom and Alan, all
covered in cum and cunt juice. She loved her mother and Alan more than
anyone else in the world, so she could hardly imagine anything better
than that threesome. Of course if Katherine and Susan wanted to join
in on their big bed from time to time, so much the better, but her favorite
fantasy was just with Suzanne and Alan. Unfortunately, she hadn't been
very successful so far in convincing her mother of anything, because
Suzanne was very resistant to the idea of true incest. But Amy knew
that events were slowly but surely moving in her direction, and now
Alan was inadvertently helping.
Suzanne seemed too far gone into fuck lust
to answer Alan's suggestion to teach Amy. The mention of teaching technique
made Suzanne think more about her grinding methods, and she unconsciously
rotated her hips from side to side even as she kept bouncing way high
up and then far back down his pole. Inside, her vaginal muscles clenched
on every down stroke, creating a multiple attack sensation so exquisite
that it was a near miracle Alan didn't shoot off at once. She appeared
too breathless to talk, but she suddenly shouted out, "It's so
improper!"
Suzanne listened to her own words and fell
down onto Alan for a moment, pausing in the fucking while she had a
good laugh over what she said. She recalled all the silly moments when
Susan said the same thing. She calmed down a bit, and then she spoke
again as she slowly resumed all her fucking moves. "Oh God, I sound
exactly like Susan when she's tricking herself. Oh, what the hell. Fine.
It's a losing battle with you two anyway."
Alan yelled,
"Excellent! First things first: show Amy the things you do with
your pussy muscles." He lay back down to fully enjoy Suzanne's
bump and grind.
"Wait. Wait you all," Katherine
said as she stood up and walked over on shaky legs. "I don't want
to miss this either." Susan nodded too, though she was too into
her masturbation to get off the couch and come closer.
"Hey, that's a special Suzanne secret,"
Suzanne complained, "I can't do that. Please, anything but that
one." She considered her pussy grind to be a unique calling card
of sorts and was determined not to share it. She knew the way she could
squeeze and grind easily doubled Alan's fuck pleasure, and that wasn't
something to give up easily.
As soon as she finished speaking, Alan
stopped fucking her and pulled his penis out of her completely. He rubbed
his penis all around her pussy lips, tracing their shape and leaving
a trail of cum wherever his penis went. He said, "Pure Evil, you're
not only evil, you're naughty. Naughty mothers don't get to fuck until
they help their daughters."
Suzanne reached back towards her ass and
tried to forcibly grab Alan's penis and shove it into her vagina, but
Alan fended her off. She moaned in defeat, "I'm losing control!"
But what really worried her was how much the idea of losing control
and submitting to Alan excited her. She relived in her mind her experience
of abject desperation when she crawled across the floor of Alan's room,
begging him to fuck her, and she felt a strong desire to do it again.
Her hands and Alan's hands battled for
control of his penis for another minute, but Suzanne liked the idea
of losing to Alan. She gave up the struggle even as she thought, What's
come over me? I hate to lose. Furthermore, I NEED that penis in me.
God dammit! I knew this would happen. I should have never let Alan fuck
me. This is why I held off for so long. In the same way that Susan is
controlled by her tits, I'm controlled by my cunt. Nobody can know that
great secret. Now that my cunt knows firsthand how good Alan fucks,
it's taken control of me and making me do crazy and humiliating things
to get its daily filling.
She whimpered, "Alan? Sweetie? Please.
I beg of you..." She continued to lay on top of him with her eyes
closed and his penis now resting up her ass crack. She tried to wedge
it in and squeeze it with her ass muscles, and got some small satisfaction
at succeeding that, even though her pussy continued to scream to be
filled.
Amy walked up and took hold of Alan's penis
while leaving it in her mother's ass crack. She said matter-of-factly,
"Mom, is there something wrong with you? Why are you denying Alan
what he needs? Who are we do deny him anything?"
Suzanne cried out, "I have needs too!
I need to get FUCKED! NOW!" Her husky, raspy voice dropped to a
whisper. "Please, Sweetie. Please. I'm begging." Then she
whispered to Amy, "Honey Pie, I can't give Alan what he wants because
that would inevitably put you and me in a compromising situation. It's
better if Alan just fucks me hard, now. Much, much better."
"Mom," Amy said sweetly, talking
into Suzanne's ass. "What's the big deal? You and I are already
in a situation. You're squeezing his penis with your ass, and I'm licking
it and stroking it. Would it really be that much worse if..."
Suzanne interrupted, "Wait! That's
your hand on my ass? I thought that was Katherine! Amy, get away! If
you keep doing that, you'll wind up licking my ass!"
"M'kay!"
"No! That's bad!" Suzanne whimpered.
It seemed all her skills at persuasion and scheming had left her, as
her rational mind was overwhelmed by extreme fuck need.
Amy suggested, "M'kay, Mom, how about
this. I'll let go if you show us your secret."
Suzanne had to agree, because she absolutely
had to get fucked more immediately. She knew that no dildo or vibrator
or even any other man could satisfy her. She showed her pussy muscle
techniques as best she could, demonstrating on Alan while the other
three gathered round and watched from a very close distance. It was
less of a lesson and more just a chance for the others to closely watch
a nearly incoherent Suzanne grind her hips over Alan's pelvis in every
way imaginable.
The problem was, one couldn't really see
what her vaginal muscles were doing, since they did their work on the
inside. With the other females distracted with dildos and their own
fingers, nobody appeared to be learning anything at all.
Then Amy suggested, "You know, Mom,
I really want to learn this musclely thingy. Maybe if Katherine put
her fingers in there, she could feel exactly what your muscles are doing.
She could put four fingers in and you could just keep on going like
it was Alan's cock. Then she could explain it to the rest of us."
"Four fingers?" Suzanne panted.
She knew there was something wrong with the idea, but she couldn't put
her finger on it. She could hardly think. She had that feeling again
that the air was so thick with sex that she couldn't breathe.
Before she knew what was happening, Alan's
penis had disappeared and Katherine's fingers were inside her instead.
She tried her best to squeeze her vaginal muscles, showing off all her
techniques. Then Alan's penis was back and Suzanne returned to a blissful
land of intense joy. When he needed another break, she found Susan's
fingers up her hole. She was getting no break at all and was really
far gone.
In fact, she was so far gone that she was
unable to even coherently complain when Susan's fingers disappeared
and Amy's took their place. Now she realized what was nagging her about
Amy's suggestion. She thought, My own daughter practically has her
entire hand up my pussy! And all I can do is squeeze it while it tickles
my insides! This is wrong! So wrong! But I can't stop! I can't even
breathe! I think I'm going to die!
She was relieved that Amy's hand disappeared
after a while and Alan's penis returned. She continued to fuck back
at whatever was in her pussy, but she felt all kinds of female hands
roaming all over her body as well. She closed her eyes and kept them
closed because she didn't want to know if Amy's hands were there or
what they were doing. She was so far gone that she couldn't even tell
what the hands or Alan's penis were doing or what was happening to her
- it was a blur of a giant sensory overload that completely overwhelmed
her. She was so far gone that she didn't even know her name.
Alan eventually climaxed deep inside Suzanne
at the same time she had one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever
had, which was just the last of a long series. She was utterly sated
and decimated by the pussy hammering she'd been given. She fell asleep
at once. When she woke up and regained her senses, she resolved never
to speak to anyone about the incident, and most definitely not Amy.
She thought, I did it again. I completely lost myself in fucking.
I just don't have the liberty to completely let go like that. Amy! I
have to stay on guard to protect my daughter from true incest because
Amy obviously doesn't want to protect herself from it. I need a plan
to deal with her. She has to learn that that kind of touching and even
watching is just plain wrong. Today has not been one of my prouder days,
and I gave up my pussy secrets to boot. How can I stay Alan's best fuck
and catch up to Susan in his heart when I'm giving away all my best
techniques?
CHAPTER 9
With Alan's urges sated, he went back to
his room and worked on his homework for another hour and a half. It
was nearly midnight when Susan came in, dressed in a robe.
"Hi Mom, I'm burning the midnight
oil."
"Yes. I can see you are. Mommy just
took another long hot bath, and she's feeling much better."
"That's good." Alan was a bit
wary, given that Susan was calling herself "mommy." That inevitably
meant that she was quite horny. "I'm really jamming on my homework,
here."
"Glad to hear it, Son. I'm so proud
of you. But I noticed that you haven't utilized our stealth stroking
help today. Is there a reason for that?"
"Well, as you could see earlier with
Suzanne and I in the living room, sometimes when I get started I get
a bit carried away."
Susan put on a very innocent and confused
expression. "And this is some kind of bad thing?" Then she
laughed heartily.
"Yes, Mom. A bad thing."
She walked closer and pulled on the sash
of her robe, opening it completely in the front. A light tug could pull
it off her shoulders, and that's what she appeared about to do.
"Mom, wait.
Don't take off that robe. I'm cruising here on my homework. Really cruising."
She sauntered closer. "But Alan. Tiger.
You've been working so HARD today. Everything about you is so HARD lately."
She reached out and stroked his penis through his shorts.
He didn't stop her or say anything because
he had so little willpower to resist her. She was just too orgasmically
arousing to resist. He again mentally likened her to Marilyn Monroe,
and found himself wondering if she had any male offspring, and if so,
how those boys dealt with their movie star mother's tempting body.
Susan stood even closer, so if he looked
up his face was just inches from her tits. If he looked down, her pussy
was right there. If he somehow managed to avoid looking at the tempting
sight, it also radiated a delicious aroused pussy smell, with all the
pungency of a pizza fresh out of the oven.
Reaching under the band of his loose shorts
to directly grab and stroke his penis, she continued, "I know I
made a promise earlier that I would take it easy on you, even though
it's a Tuesday. And I've been so good most of the day, haven't I? But
it's minutes to midnight and I haven't sucked your cock ALL DAY long!
And that's just plain wrong on a Tuesday. If you're really cruising
on your work, just let me do a little bit of stealth sucking. You just
keep studying. You won't even notice I'm here." She pulled his
shorts down his legs, again without meeting any resistance.
"Mom, there may be stealth stroking,
but you know there's no such thing as stealth sucking. Especially with
the way you suck cock. You're getting so dang good! It takes all my
willpower and focus just to constantly squeeze my PC muscle and keep
from cumming. There's no way I can keep working through that! Anyhow,
I thought you were all tired and sore."
Susan got on her knees and dropped her
robe, all without letting go of his penis or stopping the stroking of
it. "Son, your mommy's cunt is very sore, mostly thanks to Suzanne
and her dildos. Not to mention the fact that my period has started and
the cramps are killing me. And Mommy's asshole is very sore, thanks
to your wonderful, glorious assfuck this morning. But Mommy's mouth
is never too sore for her son's big cock. I've been practicing, so very
much. I think I could suck non-stop for hours. I'd like to try right
now on you."
Alan was fairly helpless to resist, but
he still kept his legs closed, so Susan continued to talk and stroke
while she wore down his resolve. "I must say, Tiger, it turned
me on earlier to see you fuck Suzanne right in front of everyone. I
can't wait until you do that to me! It was so clever for you to break
the news that you two had been fucking the way you did right then. Clearly
it goes to show that you're much too clever for me, and resistance is
futile. I especially loved to see you play with her big tits. Us big-titted
women, we need our tits groped every day, just like you need your cock
sucked or fucked all day long. Thankfully you know my daily milking
needs now, but you should understand Suzanne's tits are just as needy.
She hides her tit-need well, but in fact I'm learning first hand that
her tits are quite sensitive, nearly as much as mine. I'm so glad that
you've put Suzanne and me in our proper place, because that's what should
happen to all us big-titted women. Milk our big tits every day, Tiger,
just like you'd drain a cow! Here, play with mine right now."
Alan turned to the computer and hit "save"
for the document he was working on. Then he obliged her request with
both hands on her mighty jugs.
She went on, "Milk me, Tiger! Drink
the milk right out of my nipples, or my tits will just swell bigger
and bigger. So full of milk! Suck me every day, just like I suck you."
She bent down on one knee so her tits could be level with his mouth.
He in returned pressed forward and sucked at her nipples. Of course,
no milk came out.
For once, Susan was able to talk while
Alan wasn't, so she continued describing her fantasies as she stroked
him. "Tiger, don't you agree that us big-titted women are meant
to be fucked? The bigger the tits, the more she needs to be fucked and
sucked and licked. That's God's way. That's why I'm so glad you and
Brenda have found each other. Her tits are so big that she needs to
be fucked all day long. Us women are going to have to give you a lot
of help kneading her flesh, because you can only do so much as just
one man. Don't you agree?"
"Mmmm," Alan mumbled, too intent
on sucking Susan's left nipple to stop.
"I can't understand you, Love. If
you agree with what I'm saying, make one 'mmmm,' and if you disagree,
make two."
"Mmmm."
"Oh goody! So you finally agree that
I'm a big-titted slut made for nothing but cocksucking, fucking, and
being groped? I can't believe it that you finally understand me!"
"Mmmm mmmm."
"You can't believe it either? I know.
Isn't it so amazing? You've put me in my place with your monster penis,
and now I feel so happy there. Continually naked, except for my knee
pads and high heels. And sucking cock. Your cock. Except when it's buried
in my cow tits, or up my ass, or..."
Alan had to stop suckling because he was
being misunderstood. "Mom, that's not what I meant. You're not
a slut, okay? Don't say that already! And don't say whore either, like
you did this morning. I LOVE you. I can't love a whore. And there's
so much more to you than your sexual side. You're the kindest person
I know, and not just because you're my mom."
"Tiger, look who's talking. Every
time you say something kind like that, I get so weak in the knees. I'm
so in love with you, and not just motherly love. No siree! It's that
nasty, erotic love mommies aren't supposed to have for their sons. But
they don't know what they're missing! Let this tit-woman make you feel
so good." She assumed the position between his knees, and began
sucking. He meanwhile kept at her tits with his hands.
"Mom, I practically worship you. So
don't call yourself a tit-woman, okay?"
She stopped sucking
long enough to say, "Well, if I can't say that, then you have to
stop groping me. And if you worship me, worship my tits with particular
vigor."
He was too excited to stop.
"Aha!" she cackled gleefully.
"See? You're beginning to see the light. That's why God gave me
this beautiful body and these big tits especially. Because I exist to
serve you. That's what mommies are for. Let me show you what this mommy
can do."
"But what about your talk earlier,
about responsibilities?"
"True, responsibilities are important,
but my greatest responsibility is keeping you sexually satisfied."
She had herself between his legs finally and lurched forward, swallowing
his penis.
Somehow her cocksucking was better and
more skilled than ever before. Damn, even Glory and Suzanne can't
touch this, Alan realized. It's like she's learned how to channel
all her love through her lips and her tongue. And she knows my penis
so well. She's figured out exactly what pleases me most, and can time
my reactions so she knows just when to stop or change. And just when
I get complacent, she does something totally unexpected, like how she's
just switched to sucking my balls right now. Damn this woman!
He couldn't hold out for long, despite
all his PC muscle control. His mother drank it all in, immediately hopped
up into his lap, and said, "Time for your goodnight kiss."
She tongued him deeply, but to his surprise,
she'd kept most of his cum in her mouth. Some of the rest was on her
cheeks. She fed him his own cum as they continued to kiss, and the cum
on her face rubbed around and off onto his, until they were both slippery.
When Susan finally pulled away to breathe,
Alan gasped, "Gross!" and tried to wipe his face.
She just laughed. "You say it's gross,
but I notice you let me kiss you for quite a few minutes first. You
have to admit, your cum tastes pretty good."
"I'm not going to admit that. Personally,
I think your cum tastes the best, from the little I've had of it. Maybe
I need to try some more."
She laughed even more joyously. "Maybe
you do! I think that can be arranged. Always the charmer." She
kissed him again on the mouth, but more of a kiss of love than a kiss
of passion. There was a final glob of jizz on Alan's nose, so Susan
playfully licked the tip of his nose to clean it up and ended with a
final peck on the newly cleaned point.
She gushed, "Tiger, my life is so
wonderful. So joyous, every minute of the day. The more I let myself
go, the more I give myself to you, the better it gets. You're so much
fun, yet still such a gentleman and respectful of my wishes. I just
want to lie around naked all day, getting fucked by you and Suzanne
and Katherine and Amy. It feels great to place all my trust in a big,
strong man like you and know that you'll always protect me and control
me. Sorry I interrupted your work."
"No, that's okay. It was a nice break,
to say the least. I'm going to hit the books again, though." He
deliberately ignored her more provocative comments as he didn't want
to get into a big discussion. She finally left, after both of them had
their longest "goodnight kiss" session yet.
CHAPTER 10
When Alan turned his light off around two
in the morning, he thought for sure that he was all done for the day.
But he was surprised to hear a knock on his door a few seconds later.
It was Katherine. She'd been up working too, waiting for a chance for
her goodnight kiss.
She came in with an aggressive pose. Before
Alan could talk, she said, "Brother, Mom came in here and gave
you a goodnight kiss; you said I could have my goodnight kiss tradition
too. Or don't you love me anymore?" She was naked.
"Oh course I love you, and of course
I'm glad to get a goodnight kiss. But I'm weary. And I'm highly suspicious
that you only actually want to kiss. These things have a tendency of
turning into blowjobs or handjobs."
She sat down on his bed and affectionately
rubbed his arm. "Of course a goodnight kiss wouldn't be complete
without making you cum, but I don't want to give you a blowjob or handjob."
"Uh-oh. You swear? Neither of those,
and no fucking either?"
"I swear." She reached back behind
him a bit and massaged his neck and shoulders.
"You promise not to touch me with
your hands or mouth?"
"Yep."
"No tits or pussy? Or ass, even?"
"Yep, yep, and yep. But I'm still
going to make you cum."
"This I gotta see. Just from the kiss
alone?"
"No. From what I'll be wearing. Just
a sec. Let me change into something so sexy that it'll make you cum
all by itself. Can you wait?"
"For that, I can wait. No outfit alone..."
Alan faded out because Katherine was gone in an instant, leaving him
talking to himself.
She returned about
five minutes later. Alan was relieved, because she was dressed sexily,
but nowhere near sexily enough to make him cum from appearances alone.
She wore a black dress pulled down to reveal her boobs and elbow length
black gloves. She wore the usual high heels (black as well), but not
so typically, she wore dark stockings as well.
She pulled up her dress with great eagerness
and demonstrated that the stockings connected to a garter belt, but
that was all. No panties got in the way of her pussy or ass.
Alan said, "Nice, Little Squishy Tunnel
Sis, but I see the likes just about every day around here. How is that
going to make me cum?"
She seemed very confident. "Elementary,
my dear Big Monorail Train Brother. The stockings. The secret key is
the stockings."
"How?" Alan was a bit impatient,
as he was so tired.
"Close your eyes, and you'll see."
She kicked her high heels off.
Alan closed his eyes, and felt his sheets
pull down. Then he felt a sensation on his penis. Something was coming
at him from both sides, and rubbing, but it wasn't a hand or mouth.
It didn't even feel like skin. It felt fantastic, and better, smoother,
than any skin could ever feel.
He was so surprised that he opened his
eyes and looked down to his groin. He saw Katherine's silk stocking
covered feet rubbing up and down both sides of his penis. He looked
up at Katherine's face, and saw her laughing mirthfully.
She said, "Told ya! Look Ma, no hands,
because I'm using my feet! How does it feel?"
Alan paused and considered the question.
The feeling of the silky fabric rubbing against his penis was far too
good to be denied. Further, he was amazed at just how dexterous his
sister's feet were. They were in total control of his penis, and played
nearly as expertly as if she was using her hands. For instance, she
had the toes of one foot working on his sensitive spot just below the
penis head, while the other foot pressed on the other side to give more
traction and yet rub and stimulate some on its own as well.
He exclaimed, "God, Sis, that feels
great! Where have you been hiding this? I love it. What do you call
it?"
Katherine smiled a knowing smile, as if
she knew all along exactly what he'd say. She replied languidly, "It's
called a footjob. Blowjob, handjob, titfuck, assfuck, straight
fuck, and now a footjob, and those aren't even all the ways to pleasure
a penis. I learned a lot today."
"From who?"
"Who'd you think? Suzanne. She caught
me crying the other day, and cheered me up by telling me one of her
secrets."
"Crying? Aargh!"
Alan shouted out because of the things she was doing with her feet.
She didn't know what she was doing when she started but she was getting
better by the second. He struggled to finish, "Why were you crying?"
"Because you haven't been paying me
enough attention, you meanie. She was planning to surprise you with
this, but saw that it would mean a lot to me to do something special
for you. She's really all right."
"Oh God! Stop! Slow down. The feeling
of that fabric is too much. What is it?"
"Glad you asked. These are fully fashioned
nylons, but they feel smoother than silk, don't they? Suzanne showed
me just what to do. We even practiced with a dildo. The feet are highly
erogenous zones, though usually tragically neglected. That's what she
told me. Women love it when you pay attention to their feet, too."
"Really? What should I do? We should
switch roles because otherwise I'm not going to last long."
"Don't worry about it. You're tired
and had a rough day, so I'm going to pamper and please you." Katherine
was smiling even more than before, glad at how much joy she was giving.
"Let's do this." From her position sitting on the edge of
his bed, she swung her feet up over his chest and then planted them
gently down around his shoulders. To Alan's surprise, her feet began
massaging his chest and shoulders. It felt nearly as good as the footjob. She curled her toes and kneaded his muscles with just her feet
as she worked her way down his body. She took extra care to tease and
play with his nipples using the soles of her feet.
Katherine was surprised at how aroused
this made her, as well. She realized that Suzanne was right about feet
being an erogenous zone and resolved that she'd get Alan to play with
her feet at the first opportunity.
Alan had always known his sister had great
muscular and toned legs due to all of the cheerleading she had done,
but now he had a new respect for her feet. He had always liked a good
pair of toned legs, and that was the main reason he encouraged all his
women to wear high heels. He liked how the heels accentuated the curves
of a woman's legs and even made their tits stick out further, not to
mention the constant devotion wearing the heels symbolized. But now
he seemed mesmerized by her feet and legs. He reached out to touch the
silky smooth fabric with his own hands and started a massage of his
own on Katherine's calves. In return, her toes danced about his upper
body as if they had a life on their own, moving from his shoulders to
his chest, down to his rib cage, caressing the sides of his body, and
then down to his stomach and back again. The smooth fabric was really
what made it feel so good - Alan wanted to drown himself in silk, satin,
and nylon.
They went on silently for several minutes
with her feet dancing up and down his torso while his hands were massaging
her calves. Katherine had discovered that part of her feet seemed to
be directly connected to her clit and when Alan touched her in certain
ways it sent spasms of joy right between her legs. She soon realized
that she was moving closer and closer to orgasm.
Alan looked up to see a lovely sight. Looking
between her long shapely legs, he could see her leaking glisten pussy
lewdly presented to him framed by the garter belt and the tops of her
stockings. He thought, Another bonus to playing with feet is the
excellent view from down here! Pussy juice slowly dripped down onto
him like rain. This only caused his excitement to increase, and he had
to stop for a while. That left Katherine right on the brink of a big
climax, but she patiently waited rather than finish herself off alone.
Once Alan had more or less gotten his second
wind, Katherine's feet returned to his penis. She commented as her toes
tickled his penis head, "Brother, you'll be glad to know that I
have high arches."
"Why does that matter?"
"Because it means I can do this!"
With dramatic flair, she suddenly caught his penis between the arches
of both of her feet. Alan's penis was now trapped in a tunnel just as
sure as if it was a titfuck. She brought both feet up together, and
then back down.
Alan immediately caught on, and he exclaimed,
"Now your feet are really fucking me! How wild!"
That just made Katherine even more gleeful.
She being to stoke and caress Alan's penis with a renewed enthusiasm.
The feelings she caused were so good that Alan couldn't last long. He
just wasn't ready for what nylon on soft, smooth feet could do, and
it was all he could do to shout out a warning.
Katherine luckily was anticipating such
a situation, and immediately took action. She jumped up and landed her
groin right on his. Right as Alan began to shoot off, she stuffed his
penis into her vagina and started grinding her hips.
They fucked for less than half a minute,
but it was wonderful for both sides. Katherine had enough presence of
mind to practice the vaginal muscle squeezing that Suzanne taught earlier
in the day. The penis inside of her was more than enough to send her
over the edge. One part of her mind noted how wonderful it was that
she and her brother always seemed to climax together.
When it was over, Alan found his sister
lying in his bed next to him. She cuddled up to him and caressed his
chest. He asked, "What did you do that for? Having me cum in there.
I know you're on the pill, but still. I don't use a condom. There's
always a chance you could get, you know..."
Katherine's eyes were closed, and she seemed
lost in a reverie. "Mmmm. A chance. Wouldn't that be interesting?
Imagine your hot seed, your powerful sperm, wiggling their way up my
vagina, looking for that egg. Even as we speak, right now, you could
be making me pregnant. That would be the ultimate demonstration of your
love, and your total domination of your helpless little sister. She
needs your hot sperm to fill her cunt and overflow out into a yummy
cream pie. Mmmm. Wouldn't that be lovely?" She seemed to be talking
to herself more than to her brother.
"Sis, don't talk like that. Pregnancy
stuff. Promise me you won't get pregnant, okay? I'm only eighteen, for
crying out loud, and this is no time to have a kid. I don't want to
get you pregnant for years! Got that?"
Katherine suddenly opened her eyes and
stared directly into his with great anticipation. "Did I hear you
right? You want me to have your baby? Oh, Alan! Brother! How happy can
you make a sister?" She kissed him hotly on the mouth over and
over. This in fact was the first kissing in their so called "goodnight
kiss."
When the kissing slowed down and Alan had
a chance to speak, he said, "Sis, maybe! If anyone were to have
my kids, I would want it to be you and Amy. But that's years away. Years!
I'm so overwhelmed right now that I don't know what. If I have a kid
at this point I'm going to totally flip out. So please be easy on me.
Even this footjob, I really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing.
But how can I say no to things that feel so fantastic?"
Katherine seemed little bothered. "Brother.
I'm going to have your baby. I don't care if it's ten years from now.
I just know that deep in my heart - and deep in my womb! Oh yes! I can
feel it in my womb. I know we're going to have children. I can almost
feel the sperm slithering around inside me now, potent and fertile,
marking me. Claiming me. Taking me. Deeply."
"Hold on, Sis. I'm not making any
promises. I'm just talking about what if scenarios. Don't get too excited.
We're talking years away. Years." He meant it, too. He couldn't
even imagine being a father before finishing high school
She kissed him again on the lips. "I
know. Don't worry. I'll be careful. Waiting is smart. But it makes me
so happy to know that you love me so much that you'd stuff your burning
cum up my twat and give me a baby. I dream of the days when you'll keep
me filled up with your baby making seed each and every day. I promise
I won't mention it in the future because I know it freaks you out, but
inside the thought will warm me. Goodnight, Big Steel Girder Brother."
She slid down and started to lick his groin
clean. The long day of fucking insured that his dick was down for the
night despite the renewed attentions. She didn't so much lick him as
she smeared his seed all over her face. But it managed to get his penis
mostly clean, and then she licked it until it was completely cum-free.
She kissed him again on the nose and turned to leave. "I just wanted
to end the night with my two holes you enjoy using the most leaking
your love juice. Tomorrow I want to proudly prance about the house with
your potent cum spilling from every hole!" Katherine walked out
as if she was walking on a cloud.
Finally completely alone in the dark, Alan
pondered his day. Wow. That was weird. Foot jobs and pregnancy. But
as memorable as that is, today's definitely going to go down as the
day I fucked Mom up the ass for the first time, long after this homework
drag is forgotten. That was great. I gotta find a way to do that again
tomorrow, if her ass is up for it. But the ironic thing is that today
was actually kind of a sexually mellow day, even though I came seven
times, often in a very intense manner. The difference was I actually
got some homework done, and had a big nap too. I haven't made any progress
on school work in ages! If I could do a little better than this tomorrow,
I just might muddle through the week. Except for that twenty page paper.
Ugh! What am I going to do about that? I really should cancel the card
game, but how can I do that? With Xania there, it's going to be the
most impressive collection of tits and firm bodies I've ever seen in
my life. I'd rather fail all my classes than miss out on that unique
chance. Dang!
CHAPTER 11 (Wednesday, Nov. 20)
Alan used to get up as late as he possibly
could and then rush madly through breakfast and a shower, just making
it to school in time. But for days everyone in the house had been getting
up as much as an hour earlier than they had before, just so they could
have plenty of time to play with each other. This morning Alan wanted
to wake up at the late time like he used to, but his body had other
ideas and he woke up early with everyone else. Giving in to the inevitable,
he stood up and put on a robe. He figured he might as well have some
fun with the extra time, as long as he kept his resolve to generally
stay dedicated to working.
Down in the kitchen, after brief but pleasant
attention-getting rituals, he announced to his sister and mother, "I'm
sure you could see this coming, but I'm gonna have to take it easy on
the sex again today. I need a total focus on work except for the card
game tonight. I'm saving up all my fun time and energy for that. Okay?"
The other two agreed. Susan served Alan
breakfast and then took off her erotic apron, leaving her completely
nude.
Alan expected more hanky panky from her,
but surprisingly, he wasn't the target of his mother's insatiable lust.
Susan said to Katherine, "Take off your robe, Angel. Come sit on
my lap."
Katherine did so. Susan began stroking
her daughter's body in a way that was a combination of motherly tenderness
and all-out eroticism. With one hand tenderly stroking Katherine's hair
and the other pinching Katherine's nipples, she said, "Angel, I
really have to apologize."
"Why?"
She looked to Alan. "No offense, Tiger,
but Angel, I've been spending so much time with your brother, paying
so much attention to him." She turned to her daughter. "Maybe
you feel like I've been favoring him, and neglecting you."
Katherine thought about that. "Well,
I guess it does kind of seem that way. But I understand. I've been doing
the same. I'm focusing so much of my energy and attention on him too.
We all are. Suzanne and Amy too. After all, it's our shared duty to
pleasure his penis at all times, and what's wrong with that?"
"I know. But I have two children,
and I want you to know that I love you both so very much. It's just
that, since Alan is a male, the situation is different. I can do things
with him that I can't with you, and we can love each other in special
ways. It's like comparing apples and oranges. I can't compare my love
for the two of you. But I still love you so much, my special Angel.
That's why I'm so happy about what happened between you and me in my
bed yesterday afternoon. I was thinking last night when I went to bed
how great it is that I can love Alan in a physical way, and now I can
do that to you as well." She moved her fingers into Katherine's
pussy to emphasize her point.
Katherine gushed, "Oh, Mom, that makes
me so happy. I love you!"
Susan went on, "I'm Alan's toy to
play with now, and since he's a man and I'm the woman of the house,
that pretty much makes him the man of the house. It's as if he's my
husband and your father, and we have to treat him with the respect and
adoration due to the man who so thoroughly sexually dominates us. But
now I can be your toy too, and that will make things more even. What
do you think?"
"Mom, you don't have to be my toy,
because I want to be yours too! I love being a sex toy. I think it's
my calling. We can just make each other happy and not worry about what
it all means, or who's helping who. We can be sex toys for each other."
"Good idea."
"Although..."
"What?"
"You remember your spanking yesterday
that Amy and I gave you?"
"How could I forget, Angel? It was
wonderful."
"Well, doesn't that make Amy and I
your natural mistresses? And of course it goes without saying that we
all follow what Suzanne tells us to do."
"Oh, dear, I was hoping you wouldn't
bring that spanking up. But you noticed. Next time I'm a bad girl you'll
have to promise that you'll forget I'm your mommy and give me a good
spanking, okay?"
"Okay, Mom, except that I'll give
you a good spanking as I very much remember that you are my mommy."
"Angel, you're making me so squishy!
But since I'm always on my knees in front of Alan, let me do the same
for you." She looked over at Alan. "Tiger, you don't mind
eating breakfast without getting stroked?"
He laughed. "Mom, I think I'll live
eating like a normal human being for once. You two have your special
time and don't mind me. This is plenty arousing just to watch and listen."
Susan had
Katherine get off of her, and then got down in front of her standing
daughter and sucked on her clit. Then she tongued her pussy. Using her
fingers and tongue, she stayed busy on both the clit and pussy.
So Susan kept pleasuring Katherine until
her daughter was too overwhelmed by orgasms to stay standing. They continued
with Katherine sitting on the floor, her legs wide apart for easy access.
Alan was so turned on by the sight that
once he finished eating breakfast he found himself masturbating.
This distressed Susan greatly. She brought
herself and her daughter off with a nice climax and then disengaged.
"Look, Angel," she complained, as she gathered her wits and
wiped the pussy juice off of her face so she could take care of her
son's needs. "Look what happens when we leave Alan alone for even
a minute. He's so insatiable! Tiger, if there's one thing that upsets
me, it's seeing you have to tend to your own penis when there are so
many women you should be fucking or filling their mouths. Here, let
me take care of that." Staying on her knees, she crawled across
the dining room floor to his penis. "You DO need someone helping
you all the time," she said huskily as she took his penis in hand.
"Every second of the day, someone has to suck you off."
There still was a lot of time left, due
to everyone rising early, and Susan looked forward to a nice long cocksucking
of the warm meat throbbing in her hands. Despite all her recent lesbian
adventures, cocksucking was still what she lived for most. But Katherine
spoke up. "Um, Mom? Before you get started there, could I ask a
favor?"
"Sure. Anything for you, darling."
"Well, I was just thinking how you
and Alan had such a special morning yesterday. In fact, most mornings
you and him do something really special while I just sit and watch.
I was thinking, can I take care of that? Maybe while he and I shower
together?"
Susan smiled and relented. "Sure,
Angel. I guess that's part of loving you; making sure you get fair access
to the family cock. If I fail to properly share, you must spank me."
So Katherine and Alan retired to the bathroom
and left Susan to clean up the kitchen. Alan pointed out as he left,
justifying to himself as much as talking to anyone else, "It's
not like I was going to get any homework done before school. I might
as well drain the snake."
Once naked with Alan in the bathroom, Katherine
cooed, "Big Happy Meal Brother, I believe you owe me an apology."
She moved in for a hug.
"What, Little Velvet Vice Sister?
What did I do this time?"
"It's not what you did, it's what
you didn't do. You've buttfucked Suzanne and Mom and all kinds of people,
but not me! I'm hurt. I'm beginning to think you don't like your tiny-titted
sister at all." She dramatically pushed away from their hug as
if she was mortally wounded with grief.
"Look. Wait. First off, you're not
tiny-titted. Your tits are great. Secondly, I don't know how everyone
seems to have gotten the impression, but I don't judge women solely
on breast size. For instance, look at your legs. You have incredible,
muscular legs. Third, the reason I haven't fucked your ass yet is just
that the occasion hasn't..."
His voice trailed
off as he noticed her crawl up onto the bathtub. She put her knees on
the edge of the tub closest to him and her hands on the other edge,
so she was hanging over the empty tub. "Hey, Sis," he exclaimed,
"what are you doing? That's dangerous. You could seriously slip."
She positioned herself so her butt was
high up towards her brother. "Bro, don't you like my butt? I know
it's not the Intercontinentus Buttucks that Amy has" - that was
a reference from a Monty Python movie they'd recently watched - "but
it's got to at least compare favorably with the other cheerleaders'
asses, right? I think you're ignoring me. Can't you at least fuck my
cunt a little, if you're not going to take my virgin asshole?"
Alan walked up to his sister's butt, and
put his hands on it. "Sis, you have a lovely butt. Much better
than the other cheerleaders' asses. In fact, I like it so much that
I'm going to give it some special attention, if you promise to be very
quiet." He rubbed his hands more intently all over her ass cheeks.
She whispered, "I'll be so quiet,
you won't even know I'm here."
"Oh, I think I realize you're here,"
he replied, suddenly whispering too. "Now, I'm going to do something
to you I've never done to anyone before, just to show how much I adore
you. I pray to God you're clean down there."
"I am. Squeaky clean. I lube myself
up first thing each morning, just like Mom does. A fuck toy must be
ready to be taken at any time."
He dropped down on his knees, and put his
mouth to Katherine's ass. He held her ankle firmly with one hand, and
felt more assured that she wouldn't fall into the tub. He led the way
with the fingers of the other hand, poking into her anus, and then licking
her all around her ass crack. He said, "I believe this is called
rimming." He licked her anus, and even stuck his tongue into it.
Katherine had been licked there by Amy before - in fact, it was now
an integral part of their daily mutual pussy shavings. But it was something
else entirely for her brother to do it. She shuddered with pleasure,
even more pleased in realizing that he really didn't want to do that,
but was doing it for her. But she also suddenly worried about how secure
her position hanging over the bathtub was.
"Just a minute, Alan. I love it, but
let me do this." She scooted down the bathtub edges until she could
grasp some fixtures with both hands. "Now I'm ready," she
announced. "You could even fuck me up the ass and I won't fall."
"I'm glad to hear you say that,"
he whispered. "Very glad." While she was moving he found some
Vaseline in a cabinet behind him, and rubbed it onto his penis. Without
warning, he grabbed her butt cheeks with both hands, and clenched tight.
Then he pushed his penis towards her asshole. It seemed to open up for
him, and the tip slid in without any resistance.
Katherine gasped and blushed. This was
a pleasant surprise. She hadn't really expected him to follow through,
despite her not-so-subtle hints.
Alan said, "So, who's going to be
my little anal sister slave?"
"Oh, Big Brother! I am! You make me
so happy."
He pushed a little further inside her,
and found more resistance. "Should I continue? It's gonna hurt."
"Brother, I'm insulted with your question,"
she snapped back. "If you stop now, I'm going to seriously beat
you up."
"Now that's not a very good attitude
for a slave, which you so proudly claim to be."
"Just fuck me!"
With one massive push, he pressed hard
against her, driving her head into the tile wall before her and driving
his penis all the way deep into her butt. She opened up her mouth and
cried out, but it was a silent scream. She suddenly felt faint, and
nearly passed out.
But Alan gave no
quarter. He pulled backwards, then forwards. He was standing now, and
the way she hung over the bathtub gave him just the right height to
comfortably thrust. Like a locomotive picking up steam, his thrusts
steadily quickened their pace. He was surprised that her ass wasn't
nearly as tight as some others he'd been sampling lately. He enjoyed
both tight and loose, for variety's sake.
He could hear her very quietly whisper,
"Yes. ... Alan. ... Fuck. ... Oh. Oh yes." There was a tension
in her voice though that betrayed the meager words slipping through
her clenched teeth. He knew she was using all her willpower not to scream
out at the top of her lungs. Certainly that would draw Susan's attention,
and Katherine wanted this to be a private experience.
However, Alan knew his sister could only
take so much before she'd scream, or worse: she could lose control,
slide down the tub, and possibly hurt herself badly. So he didn't try
to prolong his orgasms for once, and just went with the flow. He let
loose into her asshole, squirting a couple of ropes there. Somehow,
he managed to pull out and shoot the remainder into her pussy.
When they were all done, he pulled her
up and whispered closely to her face, "Now who says I don't take
care of my sister? Still think I don't love you enough?"
She replied, "Yes!" But her mood
was joyous and playful now, not jealous and insecure as before. "Nice
down payment, but we've still got so much more cum to squeeze out of
you. I'll never get enough." After some playful kissing, she left
him, and he finally got around to brushing his teeth.
CHAPTER 12
Susan and Suzanne hardly saw each other
Wednesday morning. Both of them had sore pussies, and furthermore, Susan
had begun her period, so they mutually decided to take some sexual rest.
Susan set about to fulfill her recent vow with Alan to be more responsible,
and took care of errands.
Suzanne took care of errands too, but one
"errand" was very sexual in nature. Xania came down in the
middle of the day to receive her "victory fuck" from Suzanne.
The soft porn actress was between projects so she had a lot of time
on her hands and got there hours earlier than Suzanne expected.
Xania rang up Suzanne as she neared her
house and asked where they should meet. Suzanne was stumped. She obviously
couldn't use her own home, as she had a ban on sexual scheming there,
especially since Brad would be back from school in a couple of hours.
She also couldn't use Susan's home, since Susan still thought Xania
was a real psychiatrist and not a lusty bisexual actress.
Suzanne had an unusual idea and met Xania
at a restaurant. Xania met Suzanne at one of the restaurant's tables,
and after hello kisses and hugs, she asked while sitting down, "So.
Why this restaurant, of all places? You have to admit it's pretty unusual.
This restaurant is inside a day care center!"
Suzanne agreed. "Yes. Look around.
I had two reasons. My logic is that I wanted a place where you and I
could engage in a little public flirting with each other, to warm up.
But when I was thinking about that, I found the idea of exposing myself
to the eyes of men so revolting. I'm Alan's woman, now. The idea of
any other guy looking at my privates just seems so wrong. So, I thought,
'Where could we go that would be completely free of men?' And this place
popped into my mind. Check it out. Everyone here above the age of five
or so is female. Most of them are young, married, and pretty good looking.
Even the employees are all female - there must be some unwritten rule.
This would be the perfect pick up spot for a guy except for the fact
that all the women are married with children."
"Wow, Suzanne, you really must love
this guy. I've never heard of you going on like this. I mean, not even
wanting to flirt with other guys. You were born to flirt."
"Yeah, but that was then. Now I figure
I can channel whatever wandering energies I might have onto other women
exclusively. Like you. Or the cute women all around us here." Suzanne
had been carrying a bag, and now put it up on their table. "Here.
I've brought a change of clothes. Something more risqué for both
you and me. I figure we're nearly the same sizes, just like Susan and
I are."
Xania looked into the bag and pulled out
a top. She held it up. "This? You want me to wear this? In public?
We'll get arrested."
"No worries. That's the other reason
we're here, because I have it on good word that they're very tolerant."
Just then, an attractive blonde waitress
came up to their table. "Good day. My name is Ginger. Can I take
your order?"
Suzanne responded, "I'm Suzanne, and
this is my friend Xania. Spelled with an X, but pronounced like a Z.
We're not quite ready. Why don't you leave the menus?"
"Okay." Ginger walked off, but
Xania suspected something. It seemed as if the waitress and Suzanne
weren't complete strangers. Xania guessed that Suzanne had been here
before.
The two of them retired to the ladies'
room. Suzanne had Xania wear a miniskirt with no panties underneath.
She also wore a revealing yellow top that hung very loosely. Sitting
back, all of Xania's considerable cleavage was exposed. If she leaned
forward, one could see all her tits and even clear down to her stomach.
The two thin straps ostensibly holding up the top hardly did anything
at all. Suzanne wore a similar outfit except hers was a one piece black
leather dress. But it too completely failed to cover her crotch when
she sat and exposed all when she bent forward. Suzanne wanted them to
be on a level field for any flirtation games.
Xania considered herself equal in sexual
bravado with Suzanne, but when she returned to her table, she couldn't
help but blush. Her miniskirt was so short and tight that when she sat
down, it was nearly as if she wasn't wearing any skirt at all. Her entire
bush and then some was on display, no matter how much one tugged on
the skirt. Worse, their table was hardly a table at all. That sat on
stools with a small, round table between them. But the table was no
impediment at all if she wanted to look at Suzanne's crotch and vice
versa. The high stools put them even more easily on display for the
other customers. She only had two consolations: one, she could keep
her legs closed and keep some decency; and two, Suzanne was in the exact
same predicament she was.
Suzanne, however, looked around without
a care in the world.
Xania wasn't so confident. She and Suzanne
were so gorgeous that even when they first came in, both wearing as
much clothing as anyone else, they were public spectacles for everyone
else in the restaurant. It was as if two famous Hollywood starlets happened
to come into an obscure, suburban restaurant and tried to act casual.
The vast majority of the other women weren't at all sexually interested
in the two buxom beauties (since, after all, virtually every single
one was married with children), but few could resist sizing themselves
up with the top competition.
But when the two women returned with their
skimpy outfits, it was as if a record had been playing and someone jerkily
pulled the needle away, leaving only dead silence. Conversations stopped,
and then restarted, but now discussing the two daring women in their
midst. As if their table wasn't exposed enough already, it didn't help
that the table was right in the middle of the restaurant, open from
every direction. There was nowhere to hide.
Yet less than a moment passed when Suzanne
reached back into her bag and pulled out two vibrators and openly placed
them on the table. They were shaped like life-sized penises, but with
clit stimulators attached. She winked, and said, "Got cock?"
Xania was very grateful that the music
in fact continued to play (a typical top forty radio station), and other
conversations created a steady hum, making it difficult for even those
in adjacent tables to hear what Suzanne said. Xania said, "Suzanne,
I thought I was wild, but come on. This is too much!"
Suzanne just
grabbed one of the vibrators and made a show of turning it on. Then
she brought it underneath the table. With the way they sat on stools
around a high table, Xania had no trouble at all seeing what happened
next. Suzanne's hips wiggled as she was trying to stuff all the vibrator
in, and then she let out a sigh of contentment. Suzanne gave Xania a
direct, challenging look, and said, "Your turn."
Xania again looked around the room. At
least half the mothers were staring intently at their table. She also
saw a couple of little children, and was reminded about their strange
location. She asked Suzanne, "What about the kids? Aren't you corrupting
them?"
Suzanne pointed out, "That would bother
me too, but look at their ages. Most are three or less. They have no
clue whatsoever. I don't even see a five year old here. Not only that,
but look how few kids there really are; maybe two percent of the whole
crowd? This cafe is basically the place mothers hang out and sometimes
eat while waiting for their kids to finish, and then once they do they're
out of here. Ironically you'd find way more kids at a typical restaurant.
I think you're just stalling for time."
"I am NOT!" Xania said defensively.
She grabbed the remaining vibrator off the table and brought it into
her lap. But then she looked around the room again and saw all the prying
eyes. She kept the dildo in her lap but couldn't bring herself to put
it inside her hole.
Just then, the waitress Ginger came back.
She stood by the table and asked, "Are you ready to order?"
Xania leaned forward and grabbed the menu
with the hand not holding the dildo. Then she looked up at the waitress
and saw Ginger's wide eyes. Xania realized that clearly Ginger was staring
down into her cleavage, and just as clearly, she was getting quite an
eyeful. Xania leaned back in an attempt to cover herself.
Suzanne on the other hand, leaned forward.
She said straight faced to the waitress, "Nice view here today,
isn't it?"
Ginger smiled and replied, "Nice view."
Xania looked around and realized that they
were inside, and there weren't any windows. After all, they were in
part of a large day care complex. She noticed how brazenly Ginger stared
down Suzanne's chest, even with many of the other patrons continuing
to stare at their table. Xania decided that Ginger had to be bisexual,
if not completely lesbian.
Suzanne smiled politely and calmly, and
then said to Ginger, "We haven't looked at the menu yet because
my friend Xania here hasn't put her vibrator in yet. At least I don't
think she has. Can you check?"
Ginger smiled
back with an ordinary smile and said, "Certainly." Then she
bent down a bit and reached into Xania's lap. She found the vibrator
resting in Xania's hand, and then pulled her own hand away. She said
to Suzanne. "Unfortunately, it's still not in." She said this
with the same neutral tone as if she'd said, "Unfortunately, we're
all out of ketchup."
Suzanne replied with equal aplomb, "I
think it must be because she's dry."
Xania was already quite shocked, but she
was doubly shocked when Ginger bent even lower and reached under the
table again, but this time aimed directly for Xania's pussy. Xania had
been so taken aback by recent events that she'd forgotten to keep her
legs tightly closed, so Ginger's fingers easily found their way directly
inside the pussy.
Ginger frowned and said, "Hmm. No,
it seems she's quite wet. Very wet indeed."
Xania couldn't take it any more. Again
looking around at the couple dozen surprised faces looking at them,
she exclaimed, "What's going on here? Who are you, Ginger, and
what are you and Suzanne up to?"
Suzanne laughed. "I guess I couldn't
keep it a secret forever. I met Ginger a couple of weeks ago at a sex
shop. She works there. We had a bit of fun after the shop closed. Last
time I went back, Ginger told me that she works here too. She's bi,
and finds it a good place to pick up hot and very lonely and neglected
housewives. And, as you can see, she's in with the owners and so doesn't
have to worry about getting fired. Plus, with two jobs she's paying
off those student loans faster than you can say 'spread your legs.'"
Xania heard the command and inadvertently
spread her legs wide. But then she recalled all the strangers staring,
and closed them up again. Ginger meanwhile was now on one knee, and
still had three fingers up Xania's pussy.
Xania's face was very red, but she was
a daring woman, and a hard one to shock. Relieved that they weren't
going to be thrown out, she let out a good laugh. Ginger and Suzanne
laughed too. It greatly eased the tension. For some reason that caused
many of the strangers staring to lose interest, as if it had been announced
the show was over.
Xania immediately fought back. With her
eyes intently upon Suzanne's face, she said to Ginger, "Waitress,
I'm not sure if Suzanne's vibrator is properly inserted. And without
it in, how can we order anything? Can you check? Thoroughly? ... And
you, Suzanne. Spread your legs so this woman can make a proper inspection."
Suzanne accepted the challenge and spread
her legs. She returned Xania's challenging stare with one of her own.
Ginger now got down on both knees and inserted
the fingers of one hand into Suzanne's groin while keeping the fingers
of the other hand in Xania's pussy. She encountered a large vibrator
blocking access to Suzanne's pussy, so she couldn't put her fingers
in. But she grabbed hold of the vibrator and pushed it in and out. Ginger
said, "Xania, looks like the vibrator is very much in. Though I'm
taking my time to handle it to be absolutely sure. That's more than
I can say for your vibrator."
Xania would not
be outdone. She pulled Ginger's fingers away and put the vibrator deep
inside her. It felt so good that she nearly screamed. As it was, the
situation was driving her to a climax, and now with the big vibrator
filling her all the way up, she was hit with a powerful orgasm. That
caused her to slump down in her seat and inadvertently spread her legs.
Ginger took advantage and worked on Xania's clit, which caused Xania
to only spread her legs even further.
Finally, after a minute or two of sitting
in a very exposed position, Xania came to her senses enough to look
around and see that there were still at least two dozen mothers staring
at their table. But now she felt too good to stop. And seeing Suzanne's
knees still wide, she refused to even close her legs up and lose the
game of face Suzanne was playing.
But she couldn't take it any more. She
suddenly said, "Suzanne, if this was your idea of getting me warmed
up, it worked! Let's go fuck! Take me somewhere. Now."
Suzanne didn't really have a private place
away from home, but she hoped Ginger would provide. She asked, "Ginger,
do you have like a storage closet or something we can use? And would
you like to join us?"
"We certainly have just the thing.
A storage closet. I'll lead the way. But unfortunately I can't partake,
because I am at my job after all, and all these people want to eat.
Next time let's do this when I'm at the end of my shift. Okay?"
Xania and Suzanne didn't stick around to
chat. Both were so worked up that they practically flew to the private
room Ginger pointed out. Once inside, they fucked each other silly in
total darkness in a small closet. The vibrators came in handy. They
had to keep their voices down lest the mothers outside would hear them,
but that only added to the intensity of their illicit fuck.
When they were all done, they waited a
very long time and just talked, so hopefully most of the customers who'd
seen them run off together would be gone. They were mostly successful,
but not everyone had left. In fact, one woman had apparently waited
for their return. She walked up to them and handed them a piece of paper
with a name and phone number on it, and then walked off without saying
anything.
Suzanne walked out of the restaurant and
into the parking lot. She examined the piece of paper and then remembered
the face and body of the woman who handed it to her. She decided that
the woman wasn't "Alan-worthy," as she was too flat-chested
and not gorgeous enough.
That resolved, Suzanne said to Xania, "So.
Welcome to my world. This is a fairly typical event since things began
with Alan. Now can you see why I'm slowly losing my self-control?"
"You come to this restaurant often?"
"No. It was a bit of a trial run to
see if I could bring Alan, Katherine, or Susan here. I don't really
know Ginger that well as I've only seen her at the other store a few
times, and I don't think we'd get along that great sexually, since she's
a dom and I'm a dom. She's way into S and M, too, and uses this job
and her other job to find subs she can use. She's a great multitasker
in that respect. It's not really a job so much as a way for her to prowl.
By the way, that's why we didn't have to worry about being caught. The
owner of this whole complex is a woman about our age who's one of her
subs. Ginger told me all this so I could take advantage of the spot."
"I wish you would have told me earlier!
I wouldn't have been so nervous."
"But the nervousness is part of the
fun. By the way, you notice how wholesome she looks? All Miss America
Midwestern coffee shop waitress?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't believe it. From the very limited
experience I've had with her, I'd say she's about the wildest and most
insatiable sexaholic I've ever seen. I could hardly recognize her today.
You should see her over at the sex shop, all dressed up like a dominatrix.
Alan still doesn't know about her. I'm afraid to get her near him for
fear that she'll whip him black and blue or something. And she can go
the other way and beg to be whipped and spanked, too. That's the last
thing he needs right now, more weirdness and exhausting sex with someone
other than me."
"So, have you done this at this restaurant
at all before?"
"Oh. Sorry I didn't really answer
your question. No, all the fun takes place at the Plummer house so far,
but it's of that kind of intensity that we experienced today. With Alan
there's always something new and exciting, and highly orgasmic. You'll
find out tonight at the card game."
"I can't wait. Wow. You've got an
amazing thing going on down here, Suzanne. But the game isn't until
this evening. We've got hours and hours before I have to don my fake
psychiatrist glasses. Why don't we do a little shopping and catch up
on old times? I'm so glad we're back in touch. Why didn't you look me
up for some fucking and fun years back? You know I'm not the kind to
hold grudges, even with what you did with Jeffrey."
"Well, I pretty much gave up lesbian
lovemaking not long after I last saw you. I started working my way up
the social hierarchy and I guess I was afraid of what other people would
think if I got found out. Cheating on husbands was okay, in the sense
that it was expected, but a lesbian relationship was somehow beyond
the pale in the gossipy circles I hung out with. Mostly, I worried that
word would get back to Susan, and then she'd be appalled, and maybe
even afraid that I would try to seduce her. I didn't want to lose that
friendship for anything and I still don't. Remember that this was back
in her prudish days, when I was doing my best NOT to seduce her."
"But now, everything's changed,"
Xania noted.
"Yep. I couldn't give a flying fuck
what anyone else thinks any more, as you can see. It's just all out
sex and fun every single day of the week, and I'm loving it."
"Damn." Xania pondered the situation
in silence while they walked across the parking lot together. The sky
was sunny and cars honked in busy traffic somewhere in the distance.
Xania could still barely comprehend what they just did in front of dozens
of witnesses at the restaurant. She had a feeling that as intense as
that experience was, the card game would be even better.
NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, DD,
DagNabbit, Lucky KM, LordALM, Jaydee, Dhin, and Lee. A special thanks
to BobbySteelz for the Chapter 10 inspiration.
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