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.

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