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 Suza