CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 20)
Alan made it a point to get to school ten minutes early. He figured his friend Sean usually got to school with time to spare, so that would be a good time to catch him and talk about a proposal he'd come up with the night before.

Alan found his Korean-American friend locking up his bike at the bicycle racks. He immediately guided him away to a remote corner where Heather wasn't likely to find them. Alan was still doing his best to avoid talking to Heather whenever possible.

Finally alone, Alan asked, "So, Sean. What are you up to?"

"I'm on my way to contact the Weekly World News." That was the infamous over the top tabloid newspaper.

"Why?"

"So I can give them their next headline: Rare Alan Sighting in Orange County, California. His friends Bat Boy and Elvis are believed to have stayed behind in their secret Bermuda Triangle underwater base."

Alan found that amusing, but played it straight. "I'll have you know that while Elvis and I are casual acquaintances, I have NEVER met Bat Boy."

They both laughed. Sean commented, "Very funny."

"Not too bad yourself. But I need to be serious with you for a moment." He pondered how to begin, then started with, "Sean, have you heard any strange rumors about me lately?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, I haven't really heard anything but people have been asking me strange questions. Just yesterday this big football linebacker type came up to me - you know I never talk to anyone like that - and he asks all gruff-like, 'Hey, you're a friend of Alan's, right?' I told him yeah and he starts asking me a couple of questions about your sex life, of all things! Isn't that bizarre? And then another guy did nearly the same thing. Peter said it happened to him, too. I was going to tell you about it, but finding you lately is like finding the Loch Ness Monster or something."

"What did they ask?"

"Mostly who you were sleeping with. I told them Amy, of course. Since she's your girlfriend. I mean, it's none of my business, but I guessed that maybe you and her, were, you know..."

Alan smiled at his friend's awkwardness in discussing anything sexual. Although Sean was good looking and was in great shape thanks to his love of tennis and other sports, he was an even bigger nerd than Alan used to be. Worse for Alan's purposes, Sean was below zero in sexual experience. His family was about as prudish as Alan's used to be, which was saying something. Like Alan, he focused all of his sexual and romantic longing on someone unobtainable. Just as many boys in the school did, Sean worshipped the ground Heather walked on.

Alan thought, Man, Sean, everything's about to change. Get ready to hold on to your hat! Or maybe I should say hold on to your pants. "Look, I know I haven't been the best of friends lately. These last couple months you've hardly even seen me - none of my friends have. I want to make it up to you. Can you keep a secret? Absolute secrecy? You especially won't tell those guys snooping around?" Sean nodded. "The truth is, I've discovered sex in a big way. And Amy being my girlfriend is just the latest chapter in a wild ride. I've been living a bit of a double life and having loads of sex without anyone knowing. Some of the women in this school are really wild. Heather, for instance."

"Heather? You mean head cheerleader and goddess sent to Earth Heather? That Heather? You expect me to believe that you've been having sex with her? No way!"

"I do, and I have. Have you noticed how she actually says hello and even talks to me? Why do you think that is? That's why those guys are snooping around. They're worried that I'm sleeping with their girlfriends. In some social circles pretty far removed from the ones you know, I'm getting notorious. Some guy practically attacked me in the hallway yesterday."

"I know. I thought maybe that's what you wanted to talk about."

"You know already? ... Of course you know. Gossip spreads fast. So you see? The snooping? The bullying? It's happening because they think I'm this sexual stud. And I don't mean to toot my own horn, but there's a certain truth to that!"

Sean was extremely skeptical. "Alan, two months ago we had a major D&D Lord of the Rings simulation. It lasted all weekend. You were acting, like, king of the geeks." Actually, Sean was king of the geeks much more than Alan was, and had for instance been the one to think up and arrange the game he referred to, but Alan let that point slide. "And now you're telling me that this same guy, namely you, is fucking Heather and others? And you expect me to believe that?"

"It's true! I swear to God. Things have changed. Why, speaking of Tolkien, a couple of weeks ago I was rereading the Lord of the Rings and just fizzled out in the middle of the Two Towers. Can you believe that? Me! Without getting too graphic, as much as I love Tolkien, I'd rather be caressing a young lady's thigh than read about Frodo climbing Mt. Doom yet again. I'd even take it over the movies."

Sean gasped as if Alan had uttered a heresy.

Alan couldn't help smiling at his friend's pre-sexual priorities, but he stifled the smile and pressed on. "It's true. Reserve judgment for the moment and let me explain why I'm telling you all this. First off, I've had to be extremely secretive, and it's been driving me crazy, living a double life. I need to tell someone. Frankly - and I know you're gonna choke with laughter on this, but it's true - frankly, I'm having sex with too many girls. Too many! Isn't that bizarre? I've set expectations I can't meet, and I need to cut back. And there's where you come in. You're a reasonably attractive guy, probably the same as me in the looks department. That's good. You've got some nerdy glasses that are a big turn off, but we'll take care of that. I basically want to hand off some of the girls to you."

Sean gaped and replied, "What? Did I hear that correctly? There's just enough evidence to make me think you're serious. You've changed, man. Changed. You've been acting so different lately and of course you're never around; there must be something going on with you. Are you serious?!?"

"I am, already. Geez. I'm hoping you can kind of be my apprentice. I talked to a girl on the phone yesterday. Her name is Kim. She's on the cheerleading squad. She's..."

"Kim?" Sean exclaimed. "The cheerleader Kim? She's definitely doable. I'd totally do her. You're fucking her? But what about Amy? Amy is awesome. I would never cheat on Amy if she was my girl!"

"I know she's great, but she'll let me sleep with other girls, and variety is the spice of life. Believe me, man. You couldn't imagine how active my sex life is, which is why I need your help with Kim. And others, but she'll be a good start."

"Others? This is some kind of joke, right?"

"It's no joke. My ultimate goal is to get you and Heather together."

"HEATHER?!? All right, you had me going there for a while. I was totally falling for it. But you crossed the line with that one. Come on, man, the joke is over."

"Look, I'm not asking you to believe me. In fact, the truth is so amazing that I wouldn't believe it if you told it to me. I mean, I'm sleeping with women that practically make Heather look ugly. You know that woman on Star Trek: Voyager with the big tits and funny name?" Alan knew that she was another unobtainable lust object for Sean.

"You mean Jeri Ryan? The Seven of Nine character?" Sean was a huge Star Trek fan and had no trouble recalling the name.

"Yeah. I'm fucking women who look hotter and are even more stacked than she is. I know that sounds impossible, but you don't have to believe that right now. All you have to do is when Kim asks you back to her place for help with homework after school today, just say yes. There's no risk to you. Worst case scenario, you hang out with a cute cheerleader. Best case scenario, she takes your virginity and teaches you all about fucking."

"But wait. I thought she was a lesbian. Everybody knows that."

"She is, kind of. Not so much any more, actually. The thing is, she doesn't like men, and doesn't want to be with them or have a boyfriend, she just likes sex with them. That's why I thought of her. She wants sex without any attachments, and so do you. Don't fall in love with her or anything. I know you're mad for Heather, and it's good that you stay that way."

Alan had been eyeing Kim standing a ways away for the last minute or so. Done with his talk, he made a nudge in her direction and said to Sean, "Don't look now, but look who's over there."

Sean looked over, and his face registered in complete fear as if he saw a freight train barreling down on him and not a teenager walking his way. But there was no doubt about it. Kim was getting nearer. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she wanted to see what Sean was like right away, instead of after school as she and Alan had discussed.

She walked up to Alan and said, "Hey, Alan. You gonna introduce me to your cute friend here?" Knowing that Sean would be shy, she made sure to put on a friendly, smiling face.

"Sure. Kim, this is Sean. Sean, Kim." The two of them shook hands. Sean appeared to be recovering from his initial shock, though he was still tongue-tied. Alan said to the cute cheerleader, "Kim, I was just telling Sean here my secret that I've been involved with quite a few girls. He finds that hard to believe."

Kim looked around. They were in a remote alcove and no one was looking their way. With a devilish grin, she grabbed Alan's crotch. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asked facetiously. Then, as if that wasn't bold enough, she reached into his shorts and started ostentatiously jacking his penis up and down. Sean couldn't see Alan's penis still trapped in his shorts, but there was no doubt what Kim's hands were doing.

Sean's totally stunned facial expression was back with a vengeance. Kim leaned towards him and whispered conspiratorially, "Alan's penis is quite popular right now, I'll have to admit."

Sean had a chance to respond, but he merely stammered and finally gave up on attempting to form any words. His eyes remained glued on what Kim's hands were doing.

Kim, still as casual as ever, said to Sean, "I hear you're really smart. Would you like to come over to my house after school today and help me out with my homework ... and stuff? Alan suggested it would be good if we could work together for a little while." Her hand still flew wildly up and down inside Alan's shorts.

Sean remained quiet and stunned until Alan gave him a little kick. Then he squeaked out, "Um. Yeah. Homework. And stuff." There was no doubt that the "and stuff" was the main thing on his mind, as he imagined Kim doing to him what she was in the middle of doing to Alan. Sean was particularly blown away by the fact that a steady stream of students walked ten feet away from them. Had Kim and Alan been facing opposite directions so the front side of Alan's shorts could be seen, all hell would have broken loose.

But apparently that wasn't enough for Kim. Sean held his breath as he saw Kim reach for Alan's zipper. With an assenting nod from Alan, Kim pulled the zipper down. Alan no longer wore underwear anywhere, so she faced no obstruction as she pulled his penis out. She winked at Sean and said, "I like to help Alan out with 'stuff' as much as he'll let me."

She jacked Alan off in full view of Sean. Alan seemed to take it in stride, almost as if he didn't notice. But Sean was still trying to breathe and get his heart going again.

Sean gasped, "There are people everywhere! Right behind you!" He tore his eyes away from Kim's hand on Alan's penis long enough to stare at two boys who appeared to be coming particularly close. But they passed less than ten feet behind Alan and Kim and kept walking without suspecting a thing. If they would have noticed something, probably the only reason would have been if they'd seen Sean's flabbergasted face and stopped to see what was causing the look.

Alan winked at Sean. "Still don't believe me now?" He felt strange to have his penis shown off in front of a male friend, but he figured the drastic action would help Sean understand just how crazy the situation had become for him.

He turned to Kim. "That feels great, as usual, but class is about to begin. You two have fun later."

Kim smiled. "Oh, we will. And I think you and I need to meet more often like this. Whenever you get a stiffy, just ask any of us girls to lend a hand. We can do a lot in a five minute break. Imagine two or three of us sucking your cock at the same time in the stinky bathroom. I dream the impossible dream, but with enough of us on you we might even be able to get you to cum in our short window of opportunity." She winked and finally withdrew her hand from his shorts. She hurried off.

Sean was still too stunned to talk. But then a light bulb went off. He nearly shouted, "Wait! If this is for real, then you really did sleep with Heather!"

"Sssshh. Not so loud." Alan could detect Sean would be jealous about Heather as soon as he got over the shock. "Yes, I did. I hate to break it to you because I know how you think of her, but she sleeps with lots of guys. Lots. That's the bad news. The good news is that soon you'll likely be one of them."

That silenced Sean and seemed to return him to a completely shocked state. As Alan started to walk off, he emphasized again, "Remember: mum's the word. Seriously." Sean managed a nod.

Alan looked back and saw Sean still standing there staring off into space in dull incomprehension. Alan thought, Sean has such a long way to go. But then again I was exactly like him not two months ago. He's a smart guy. I trust he'll keep quiet and figure this sex stuff out by and by. The problem is there's no time to wait. I've got to bring him up to speed even quicker than the process I went through so he can help immediately with Heather. I'm still reeling from the shock. He's gonna need more help than just Kim before he graduates to Heather. No way am I going to let him touch any of my family four, so who does that leave? Brenda, maybe? Janice or Joy? Hmm. I'll have to think about that.

I like what Kim did with her hands. It said to him, "Get ready to fuck, Sean, and by the way, I'm first and foremost one of Alan's girls. Don't you forget it." Very clever of her.

Alan let out a big sigh of relief. There's something about unburdening this secret sexual life of mine to another male. I don't know what it is, but it makes it that much more real. It's not so much an ego thing - the last thing I need is more ego stroking! He joked to himself as he thought of what Kim did to his penis, Cock stroking good, ego stroking bad. Though she had to leave me with a big woody for class. Grr.

But getting back to Sean, it's the sharing of the burden, having a compadre, an amigo, in all this craziness. And my friendship with him was slipping away. I mean, I don't care about sitting around and discussing Red Dwarf or The Prisoner any more. Maybe now it can roar back with a vengeance. Awesome! I should have started this apprentice idea weeks ago. ... I just hope it works out with Sean and Heather. That's going to be a real challenge, getting her to wanna be with him. The ace in the hole is that I've stumbled onto what excites her, and that's degradation. And I know Sean has a dark side because I've seen glimpses of it. But can he be trained to treat Heather like I treat her, and quickly? As it is, he's the exact kind of pushover guy that Heather hates the most, so we've got a loooong way to go with him.

CHAPTER 2

Alan walked out of his first period class feeling wary. He worried about Heather ambushing him; he felt certain she'd have some new demands. But he hadn't gone far when he was ambushed by someone else: Heather's old boyfriend, Rockwell. Just like the unnamed football player who harassed him yesterday, the star quarterback Rockwell was surrounded by several flunkies. And just like yesterday, Alan was pushed back into a locker before he even knew what was happening. Except Rockwell seemed far angrier than Alan's tormentors had been yesterday.

"Hey, you little fuck," Rockwell started. He looked around to see if others in the busy hallway were watching, but his friends created a tight seal around Alan. No one could see past the big football players.

"What?" Alan asked dumbly. "What are you doing?"

"This!" Rockwell punched Alan in the chest, hard. Alan fell to his knees, clutching at the blow. "Get him up!" Rockwell ordered, and a couple of his flunkies roughly pulled Alan back to his feet and then held him with his arms behind his back. Alan was now helpless to do anything.

"What the hell?" Alan said in great confusion. He looked around frantically for a way out, and briefly noticed that his chief tormentor from the day before was now leering at him, a couple of bodies away from Rockwell.

"You shit, acting all innocent, I know what you've been doing! You've been fucking my girlfriend Heather! And don't play stupid. Everybody's been talking about it since yesterday afternoon. Apparently you were doing her again, and treating her like shit, I might add!" As if to emphasize that point, Rockwell pulled a fist back and swung into Alan's face, hitting him on the chin.

Alan reeled, but was only able to squirm. He futilely tried to break free from the two flunkies holding his arms behind his back. "What are you talking about?" he cried with great indignation. "Anyway, Heather isn't your girlfriend anymore! I heard you broke up over the weekend. The word has been all over the school."

"Yeah, thanks to you, you fuck! You played me for a fool, but who's laughing now?" Rockwell swung again, and his muscular fist connected with Alan's nose. Then he hit his face with two more short jabs.

The only reason Alan still stood was because he was being held up by the goons. He cried out, "You don't know what you're talking about! Heather must be telling lies about me, framing me! She does that! Find out. Ask around. She's the one playing you for a fool, not me!" Alan thought that was pretty good thinking on his feet, considering everything.

But Rockwell wasn't impressed. "How would you know? Why would she even talk to someone like you, unless the rumors about you fucking everybody are true? Well, here's what I think about your prick!" He looked both ways, but even though the hallway was full of students, no one could see what was happening inside the circle of seven or eight big football players. Seeing that it was safe, he kicked Alan right in the nuts.

Alan cried out a gut-wrenching scream. It went on and on, filling the hallway like a police siren. He saw Rockwell looking about nervously, and got some minor satisfaction from that. But that was the last thing he saw as he fell to the ground and passed out.

When Alan woke up, he found himself in a hospital bed. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Mrs. Haggerty, the old school nurse, and Mr. Mifflin, the vice principal. The nurse was looking at him with kind concern, while Mr. Mifflin sat farther back, more detached from the scene.

"How are you feeling, Alan?" The kindly white-haired and bespectacled nurse asked him.

"Ugh," Alan groaned. He rubbed his head and felt a pounding headache.

He heard some sounds coming from the other direction and turned. To his delight, he saw Katherine and Amy getting up from where they'd been sitting. They moved to his side. Katherine grasped his hand tightly. He felt greatly reassured to have them there, and almost cried for joy to see their friendly faces. Amy's hand joined Katherine's, so now his hand was shared with both girls.

Their reactions were telling. Katherine looked despondent, as if Alan was on a life-support system, hovering between life and death. Amy, on the other hand, was maintaining a positive attitude. While not actually smiling, she had a hopeful look on her face. Their difference in clothing was telling as well. Katherine wore a plain and heavy T-shirt, typical of the clothing she wore outside the house and designed to prevent attention from other males. Amy wore a shirt that showed off her shoulders and a bit more of her chest, almost reaching down to her cleavage. She just couldn't bear to go about so fully covered as Katherine.

Mr. Mifflin coughed, and Alan turned back in that direction. "You feeling all right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Nothing broken, if that's what you mean."

"Good. Strictly speaking I shouldn't have let your sister and girlfriend in here and have them miss class, but they were very insistent."

Alan turned back to the two girls briefly, and was warmed by their loving smiles.

Mr. Mifflin continued. "Alan, before the nurse takes over, let me be brief. You obviously were beaten up by a gang of football players in the hallway who were yelling rude things at you. That much we know from witnesses, according to the teacher first on the scene. I won't stand for that kind of behavior here at this school. I want to know who's responsible right now and get to work on them. Can you name names, or do you want me to come back later?" The vice-principal was obviously antsy to do something right away.

Alan replied, "Well, the main guy is named Rockwell. He's the one who did all the punching. He even kicked me in the balls! God, that still fucking hurts. Oops. Pardon my language. How long have I been out?"

The nurse looked at her watch and answered, "Oh, about fifteen minutes."

"Is that all? Anyways, I don't know Rockwell's last name, but I'm sure you know him. He's the star quarterback and all. He really did everything and the other guys just stood around and blocked my way. I don't know the other guys at all, but if you show me some pictures, maybe I could recognize a few of them."

"I'll do that," Mr. Mifflin said firmly. "I'll go get some pictures and be back shortly. And rest assured that this Rockwell is going to be expelled. I don't care if he is the star of the team, and I don't care what he or his friends have to say. Your wounds speak for themselves, and this school has a zero-tolerance policy for violence. This is not the first time we've seen this kind of behavior from Rock, so he's definitely gone. May I ask though what this is about?"

"He accused me of sleeping with his girlfriend. Only they already broke up! She can do whatever she wants now and he should just butt out." Alan figured that was basically true, even if he was sleeping with Heather before she and Rockwell broke up. In actual fact, Rockwell had good reason to complain. Heather had broken up with him just hours after Alan fucked her in the ass on Friday, and she did it as a direct result of Alan's disdain over her going out with the obviously lumberheaded, sexually inadequate, self-centered boy. Alan hadn't talked to Heather about it, but he'd noticed the timing and suspected a connection.

The vice-principal patted Alan on the knee. "Typical jock. Those guys think they own the school. Don't worry. I'll get this all sorted out. You just get better."

Mr. Mifflin left, and Mrs. Haggerty tended to Alan's wounds. Alan's groin surprisingly wasn't too bad once the effects of the kick wore off. But his face looked horrible. His left eye was turning into a black eye, and his cheeks and nose were red and swollen. The nurse kept an ice pack on him while Katherine and Amy commiserated and held his hands as if holding on for dear life.

After a while the nurse left, and Alan was free to voice his thoughts to the two girls. He said, "I'll be okay. My biggest wound is gonna be on my butt where I'll be kicking myself. That and the wound to my ego. I kind of feel like I deserve this."

"No!" Amy gasped. "Totally not! Don't say that."

"No, it's true. I've been too cocky. This was pretty much inevitable, because I wasn't keeping my ear to the ground and listening to what people were saying. And my security standards grew lax. Amy, I should never have let you speak so freely about sexual stuff." Amy was going to say something, but Alan preempted. "Don't worry, Aims. It's all right. If not for you, it would have come out anyways. Heather and a couple of other cheerleaders were talking too, I'm sure. You know how it is: you tell just one best friend in top secrecy, but then that person tells just one, and so on. It gets around if it's interesting enough, and my case is too interesting." Privately, Alan cursed Simone, suspecting her of starting a whole new round of rumors. He also cursed himself for getting drawn in to Simone and the others the afternoon before.

He continued, "The question is, what am I going to do now? They may expel Rock - I imagine he'll get bounced to some other high school - but the other guys will still be around after whatever punishments they get, and madder than ever. Plus, now I'm a rat for naming names. Plus, if the football team loses, everyone's gonna blame me for the loss of the school's best quarterback. I have enemies, and I'll be getting more." He sighed.

Katherine caressed his upper arm lovingly. "Don't worry, Bro. It'll be all right. I have one idea, though you're not gonna like it. I even don't like it."

"What?"

"Get Heather to help. Have her do the tricky, backstabbing stuff she does so well. She knows and fucks most of those football players. I'm sure she can do something to keep them in line and away from you. They act like they own the school, especially since the football jocks are generally the basketball jocks in winter and baseball jocks in the spring. If they back off, everyone else will."

Alan thought about it and sighed some more. "Maybe. But then I'll be beholden to Heather. And that sucks."

Amy and Katherine both nodded in agreement to that thought.

CHAPTER 3

To Alan's surprise, he had to go back to class a couple of hours later. His wounds weren't serious enough to merit being sent home. The school was strict about that, as well.

Lunch with Glory turned out to be another mostly wordless cuddle session. Alan again laid next to Glory and held her tight while she held him. At one point, he thought to himself, In the greater scheme of things, this isn't all that bad. It was a wake up call. I've been getting so full of myself, and this brings me back to reality. Yes, Alan, a lot of girls think you're a super fucker, but life can still kick you in the balls. All too literally. Ouch. I just want to go home and get this lousy day over with. And the homework still hangs over my head. Fuck! What a lousy week. At least I have fucking Mom to look forward to. Just a couple of more days... And tonight, Brenda AND Xania are coming over. That's nice. I can drown my sorrows in Brenda's fluffy tit-pillows if nothing else.

He recalled where he was, in Glory's arms, and thought, If only Glory could hear what I'm thinking, man, would I be in trouble. She'd probably kick my ass even worse than Rock did. I have a feeling there's more trouble brewing, and this Glory situation is going to explode. What can I do to stop that? This time, I have to be smarter and stop whatever happens before it happens. All the cheerleaders know about Glory and me now, and that's far too many people in the know. Word is going to leak and leak, until finally, bam!

I really should talk to Glory about it. She doesn't even know the threat against her. We really should work out a joint strategy, especially against Heather. I feel like this humiliation I went through today is just the tip of the iceberg and all kinds of shit is about to hit the fan. This fucked up society I live in simply will not allow someone like me to break so many taboos. The backlash is beginning. But I just don't have the mental energy to discuss it today. I'm going to go home and drown my sorrows in tit flesh and just fuck away the blues and then try harder tomorrow.

Alan still didn't know about Heather's confrontation with Glory the day before. Had he known, he wouldn't have wasted any time. Heather was busy marshaling her allies to be called on to assist if need be while still deciding the best approach to take. But there was no doubt she planned to "take out" both Amy and Glory sooner rather than later.

He had one thing to do before he left school. He arranged to have a meeting with Heather in the theater room immediately after school. Alan was with Katherine since they were going home together, but Heather insisted that Katherine wait outside until they finished. She wore the same short cut-off Levi's and turquoise tank top she'd worn all day.

Alan explained his wounds and then said, "That's why I'm coming to you. I was hoping you could help somehow, and get the football players off my back. Even if Rock is expelled, there'll be others. In fact, they'll hate me more for getting him expelled and kick my ass just for that."

Heather seemed moody. "Oh, so now you're coming to 'Cunt Girl' and asking for help, huh? Whatever happened to 'Cunt Girl' being too stupid to walk or talk?"

"Heather, that's just talk to spice up the sex, and you know it. Do you want me to treat you like that during sex, or what? Just tell me to stop and I'll stop."

Heather walked up and stroked a finger on the underside of his chin. That made him uncomfortable - it was literally like she was toying with him. "I didn't say stop. But you can hardly call it talking during sex when you had sex with Simone instead of me! That makes me mad."

"Heather, I'm sorry, but that was your idea to invite her and offer her to me. Can we focus here? I know you can help. What do you want in return for helping?"

Suddenly she turned on the charm. "Want? Now, why would I want anything? I'll do it for you just because we're friends."

"Heather, come on. We both know you want stuff from me."

She spoke surprisingly tenderly. "I do, but most of all, I want you to like me. Is that so hard? To maybe even consider me for a girlfriend if you and Amy should somehow break up? That's all I ask. And if you should fuck me more often, I sure wouldn't mind."

"Heather, I'd love to, but I can't anytime soon with this twenty page paper over my head."

Heather pouted and griped, "Twenty page paper this, twenty page paper that. That's been your excuse all week. I'll get the boys off your case no strings attached, but what if I get rid of that nasty homework assignment for you, too? Don't you think I'd deserve some extra special something for that?"

Alan laughed. "YOU? You would write my paper? Heather, you don't even do your own homework..." A slow dawning hit Alan. "Oh, I get it. You'd outsource my paper to one of your nerdy admirers. Clever."

Her face was now inches from his, and she breathed her minty breath onto his cheek. He was sure that the way she leaned forward, causing her heavy tits to dangle in the tight tube top in front of his face, was no accident. Her nipples stuck out nearly as obviously as if they'd been Brenda's projectiles, and it was clear to Alan that Heather wore no bra. He once again pondered how she managed to flaunt the school's dress code so openly.

She said, "Now you get it. What if you spend the time you would have spent on writing that fucking me instead? Isn't that a fair trade? I mean, I'll probably have to kiss some total nerd on the cheek for a twenty page paper. Talk about disgusting!"

"Hey. I'm a nerd of sorts."

"Maybe I should assign you to do the paper then." Heather thought about that and laughed at the absurdity of the idea. "And let's make it just you and me next time. Sharing didn't exactly work out. We can get started right now." Heather stepped back, and slid her Daisy Duke cutoffs down so he could see her blonde bush. She knew Alan was a breast man, so she cupped her tits and pushed them out towards him. "So. What do you say?"

Alan had never cheated before, and he considered the paper "outsourcing" cheating. He knew he'd feel guilty about it, but felt he had no choice. He said reluctantly, "I'll take that deal. But I'll have to pay you back tomorrow. Look at my wounds. I have to go home and tend to them. And Katherine's waiting."

"Fair enough. I was afraid you'd say that. Pay back tomorrow, and the next day, and beyond. Agreed? Just keep me on your regular fuck list. And I'll get rid of those nasty football players. You should realize that I'm really your best friend. Could Amy do the things I do for you? No. Think about that." She pulled her cutoffs up and down as if they were eyebrows and she was repeatedly wiggling them.

That gave Alan a strong urge to rip them off and stuff her. Then he thought that he'd prefer to give her a solid assfucking. But he kept his resolve and said as calmly as he could manage, "Heather, maybe I misjudged you. I still say you're a bitch, but maybe you're a bitch with a heart of gold in there somewhere."

She really liked that comment, and they parted on good terms. But inwardly Alan thought, "Heart of gold?" I'm really laying it on thick. But if that's what it takes to get Heather's help, I'd better do it. Considering that she's already fucked half the football team, she can get them to do anything by denying or offering more nookie. She doesn't do anything to anyone out of the goodness of her heart, no matter what she says. Once Friday is over I'll be a free man without this homework cloud over my head, and I'll be able to deal with her better, on more even terms.

I can't believe she'd seriously think I'd even consider ever being her boyfriend! What chutzpah she has, I'll give her that. I mean, she's hot, there's no doubt about that. Had she toyed with her ass and bent over to show me her naked ass, I would have lost it altogether. But her heart is so black. No way!

Meanwhile, Heather thought, Okay. I'm starting to change Alan's perception of me and proving myself indispensable to him. I've got to keep doing nice things. "Nice." I'm capable of nice. I really am. Meanwhile, knock Glory and Amy out of the running without leaving any fingerprints. And how to use my blackmail material without losing the nice image I need to get him to willingly be my boyfriend? Maybe blackmail those around him, so he'll never know. Yes! For instance, use the incest evidence on Katherine instead of on him, and in a subtle way. This unexpected assault on Alan plays right into my hands. I can say, "Look, Kath, you wouldn't want more harm to come to Alan, would you? What if those guys found out what you and him are doing with each other? He'd be lucky to get to jail before they kill him! Don't you think you two should just lay low with each other for a few months, and let me handle things?" It's perfect!

But then doubts began to hit her. But what if I fail? I never fail, ultimately, but I'll admit that I've had some bumps in the road lately. "Sharing didn't exactly work out" - that's an understatement! I really thought that if I couldn't compete with the emotional closeness he has with his sister, and maybe Glory or Amy too, I could make up for it with sheer quantity of quality pussy. But that sure backfired. Just who is he sleeping with behind my back, anyways? Are there others beyond those three and the rest of the cheerleaders, and if so, what exactly are they doing to each other? I thought I was the only one with the skills and contacts to arrange an orgy, but maybe orgies are old hat for him, for all I know. I need more information! I hardly know the guy except for the all important fact that I must have him as mine. He could have some fetish or passion that I could totally use to my advantage. I need to snoop, and dig up more dirt. I can't have another set back. If he finds out about the blackmail plan especially, my whole "nice girlfriend" plan will be ruined and then some, and then where will I be? Without a steady supply of quality fucking, that's where!

I mean, it's not like there aren't other guys, and no one can expect me to be loyal to just one man, even if it's Alan. But why are so many guys in this school such utter losers in bed? Fucking them gets so routine, and about the only plus to it is it's better than no fucking at all. Five minutes and out. "A female orgasm? What's that?" I'd rather be with true girls than those girly-men. At least they know how to go down and lick.

Now, Alan, he's in a whole different class. He really knows how to get me going. God, my ass! I can still practically feel his thick thing up there. No one else even seems to know what anal sex IS, but Alan fucks my ass like he was born to do nothing but fuck it! He's slipping away from me with this "gotta spend more time with Glory" crap, and meanwhile my ass is so unfilled. It's been DAYS since he last fucked it and meanwhile all I'm left with to fuck are these losers like Rock. Spare me. Puh-lease! I couldn't even keep up the pretense anymore with that king of losers. Thank God that ordeal is over. I don't care if I don't win Homecoming Queen if it means I had to spend another month trying to get Rock's pathetic little noodle at least semi-hard. Too bad Alan didn't knock him on his ass. Anyways, I'll find another way to be the school queen than going with the star quarterback. I always win. Always!

Except these damn setbacks with Alan. He's mocking me the way he fucked Simone right in front of my face, and it pisses me off. Nobody mocks me. I can't lose him. Period. I never lose, because I have guts and brains and looks. And most importantly, Lady Luck absolutely loves me. I don't care what it takes, but Alan is going to be all mine!

CHAPTER 4

When Alan came home accompanied by Katherine, there was a big scene. Susan fretted over him like a mother hen, and called Suzanne over immediately.

Suzanne fretted, and Amy came over and fretted too. But there wasn't much any of them could do, because in fact Alan's wounds were superficial. He had a black eye and some bruises to the face that would last a couple of days, but other than that, he was fine.

Of course he had to show his penis to everyone, and many hands checked to make sure it was still okay, and just as hard as usual. He complained, "Do you all love me, or just my penis?"

Suzanne responded, "Oh, Sweetie, don't be so sore. Of course we all loved you dearly long before your medical treatments started and any of us even touched Alan Junior. But of all the body parts to injure, why did it have to be this one? Can you blame us for having a certain fondness for it?"

Everyone reassured, he went to take a nap and slept a long time. Susan was extremely disappointed that Alan wasn't up for anything sexual, because she and Suzanne had hardly touched each other all morning. Both of them were recovering from too much dildo fun in the past two days. Now that everyone was home, Alan's injuries ruined any erotic mood that might have developed.

When Alan woke he felt much better. His penis hadn't gotten as much activity as usual since the morning before, and it felt great. He hit the books and studied well until dinner.

Actually, he mostly studied well, but faced a steady stream of interruptions. All four females repeatedly wandered in and out of his room, each one trying to act like Florence Nightingale. Alan found it especially endearing to see how doting the usually hard-nosed Suzanne was.

After a while, he signaled that his penis was ready for stealth stroking. Amy happened to be in the room when the mood struck him, so she got the job.

He had a desk that curved from where his computer was and stuck out into his room. Amy bent down under the desk so she could not only fondle, but also breathe on his penis. Plus, she was ready to cocksuck at a moment's notice if given permission. She tended to get carried away, and periodically Alan had to remind her not to lick as well.

That put Amy's ass in a very visible position for anyone walking into the room. As he sat at that desk doing his algebra homework with Amy lightly blowing on and fondling his penis, Katherine walked in and casually flipped up Amy's skirt and fondled her friend's exposed pussy the whole time she talked to Alan. When she left she kept the skirt that way, so that other visitors could also enjoy the excellent ass.

Susan chuckled when she came in and saw how Amy's ass hung there. She said, "Now, Amy, do a good job on his penis or else he's going to have to spank you. That's a boyfriend's prerogative." She gave the ass a few playful slaps, but otherwise left it alone.

Suzanne, on the other hand, was mortified. She nervously looked up at Alan, but her eyes kept drifting down to her daughter's tempting ass. She complained, "Alan, don't expect me to bend under the table for you like that. It isn't dignified for a woman to do that." She hoped that would send a message to Amy not to flaunt her ass like that, but it didn't have any effect. She didn't visit again until Amy had been replaced.

Time flew by and Alan found he could get a fair amount done with the stealth stroking going on. With dinner coming up, Suzanne had to go back and prepare a meal for her family and Susan had to do the same, so Katherine relieved Amy after a while. Alan's penis was stimulated for over two continuous hours, yet at the end he still didn't give up a cum load, saying he wanted to save all his cum for the card game.

His penis took a break during dinner, and then Susan came in to do her "penis tending." The card game was to start later than usual, expressly to give Alan a couple more hours to study.

However, Susan seemed to be in a serious mood. She came in dressed in a silver silk kimono, which covered a lot of skin by her latest standards. Rather than sit under the desk as the others had done, she sat next to him in another chair and just jacked him off silently and lightly for some minutes. But Alan had a hard time studying because of the way that she intently looked at him the whole time.

Exasperated, he put down what he was doing and turned his full attention to his mother. "Mom, something's on your mind. What is it?"

Still jacking him off, she looked at him with a touch of sadness, and said, "Tiger, I'm concerned. There's one topic that you and I haven't ever really discussed." She paused with embarrassment. "Making love. You and I, making love."

Alan's heart went to his throat to hear this most sensitive of topics broached. He tried to put the issue to rest quickly. "Mom, I know you want to fuck me, and I want to fuck you. Or make love. That sounds better. You're perfectly fine with it, and so am I. Everyone who knows us, even the psychiatrist Xania, thinks it's high time already we get down to it. We're both waiting for the right time, and I'm sure it'll happen soon once your period is over. So what's to discuss?"

She sighed. "So many things. I have so many concerns, though they're not the same concerns I had even two weeks ago. Of course I'm fine with it. I can hardly wait. But I'm wondering if it'll be so special for you. I mean, you're fucking so many exciting and gorgeous women these days. Could it be that your thrill in fucking your mother is gone? Is that why you're in no big hurry? Maybe I just don't have 'it' like Suzanne does? I still haven't figured out that squeezy cunt muscle thingy she does..."

"MooooOOOooom! Come on! You know that isn't true. I want you so bad that I'm a wreck most of the time. I'm obsessed. Half the time when I'm fucking someone else, I'm thinking of you, imagining if this is what it'll be like with you or how it'll be different. There's nothing that excites me more than the idea of making love to you. I love you and I want to love you in every way. I can hardly stand it. The thought of fucking you is like a constant fuel for my lust, and it seems that most of the time when I'm fucking someone else it's just to take the edge off from the thought of being with you."

Susan was touched, and stroked his penis more tenderly and lovingly. "Son. That makes me so happy. But if that's so, why haven't you done me yet? I know I've been saying no the whole time, but couldn't you tell that my body was screaming yes? I keep telling you just take a woman if you want her. Don't take no for an answer. Who do you think I'm talking about? Barbara Walters? I'm talking about me!"

She stopped her stroking and got down on the floor just below him. Spreading her legs wide, she flipped up the flap of her silver kimono and lewdly exposed her pussy for him. "Look, Alan. There it is. Do you know how many times I've put myself in a position like this, or similar to this? How much more obvious can I possibly be? I need your cock like I need air to breathe. I have to have it! These last weeks have been utter torture. You've turned me into a complete sex addict because I've become at least as obsessed as you! Probably more. At least you have other people to fuck to take the edge off, as you put it. I haven't had a real penis in me for ages! Fingers or plastic just aren't the same. In fact, the only man who fucked me was your father, and for all practical purpose that still leaves me a virgin. You could hardly call what he did to me fucking. When will you have mercy on your poor mother? God, I just have to get laid! Reamed! Stuffed!"

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry. It's taken me a long time to learn that no can mean yes, but I'm finally getting it. And there are times lately when I was ready to do it. But there's always something that isn't perfect. And it's built up to such a big thing, that I want it to be perfect. I have to admit, I'm feeling a lot of pressure. Everybody seems to think I'm the world's greatest lover or something. So what if I just have one climax in me, and that's it? That would be such a let down for me, and I'm sure for you. I want us to make love for hours and hours the first time. Nonstop for days, even! But it seems that I've always been on the edge of physical collapse or utter penis exhaustion. I want it to be amazing! Unbelievable! The fuck of a lifetime! I want it to go down in history as the greatest fuck in the history of the universe. And I guess I'm afraid that I won't be able to be as good for you as I wish and dream I could be. I'm scared, I guess."

She got back up and sat on his lap. She stroked his unruly hair with one hand and his penis with another. "There, there. Anything you do will be great, because I know how much you love me and how much you care for me. I have to admit that the event has been building up and up in my mind too, and I want something really special. But I'm sure that whatever you do will be awesome, because you're an awesome guy. My son. How was your first fuck with Amy? Or with Suzanne?"

"They were both great. As much as I hoped for and then some."

"There. You see? And the way you broke in my virgin ass exceeded all my fantasies. It'll be incredible because we love each other so much that our passion will overcome everything. You'll see."

He smiled. "You're probably right. But there's more pressure on the man to perform, and I'm feeling the pressure. I keep learning new things so I'll be better when we finally get together." He suddenly switched gears. "Mom, you know, there's more to life than stroking my cock. Speaking about breaking in your ass, let's lay on my bed so I can fondle your sweet behind. How can we have a serious discussion if I haven't properly 'gotten your attention' yet?"

Susan just replied, "Yes, Lover," and moved over to the bed. She finally took off her kimono and her high heels.

That caused a lurch in Alan's penis because he knew things usually got hot and heavy when the heels came off. Susan was typically either in her high heels, or in bed, or in the shower. Occasionally she was even in bed with heels.

Alan really liked being called "lover." He got on the bed first, and then she got on top of him. They both moaned in pleasure of making full body contact. He especially loved feeling her large orbs press down and conform to the shape of his chest, but feeling her hairy bush scrape across his skin was also quite nice.

Susan naturally reached for his penis again, but he held her hand back. "Lover," he made deliberate use of that word, "Let me focus on your pleasure. Let me put all my concentration on your ass while we continue our conversation."

"Okay. If you insist. ... For a while." They both giggled at her cock stroking and sucking addiction. "Now, where were we?"

"Well, I wanted to talk about the when and wheres of making love. I don't know much about women's periods. Do they come to an end all of the sudden, or is it a gradual tapering off?" He aggressively mauled her ass cheeks while he spoke. Meanwhile, his penis poked out from the bottom of her ass, delighting Susan in the way it rubbed against her ass cheeks. He'd become remarkably adept at doing all kinds of sexual things while maintaining a normal conversational tone.

"There are some women's mysteries that should remain mysteries, Tiger. I'll let you know when my body is ready to have sex, okay? We could do it during my period in a pinch, but I'd rather not for the first time. I hate to get graphic, but your mother is gushy in more ways than one."

"Ooh, you're right. More info than I need to know. But can you guess when it'll be over? Friday, I hope?"

"Friday, maybe Saturday."

"Saturday?!? But I'll be on my hiking trip by then."

"Don't worry. Either you'll do it just before you leave or when you come back. Either way has its merits."

"Either way? What's the merit to waiting a whole 'nother weekend?"

"What if I just get a little taste of your fucking and then you have to go? I'll be so miserable. Suzanne was telling me today about how badly she needs it now that she's got it. Her day just isn't complete unless you filled her cunt with your sizzling hot seed at least once. I'm afraid I'm going to be the same way. They'll have to put me in a coma until the weekend is over or I won't be able to handle it. Actually, I'm probably going to be like that if we do it before or after."

"Good Lord. How will I keep you all in line? I still have an energy problem, you know. It's ironic how all the sex was supposed to fix my energy problem but instead it just leaves me more tired than before."

She smiled a wicked smile. "Don't worry. I know you'll do just fine. I have one solution."

"What's that?"

"You have to keep us all under your command with a firm hand. Frequent spankings are in order when we get too needy."

Alan chuckled. "You're just saying that because you want more sexy spanking action. When spankings are a reward that just encourages everyone to be naughtier."

She chuckled too. "You see right through me. But it's true. You have to control us with that big cock of yours. Keep us naked, wet, and ready, but not too demanding. Perhaps more fuckings for good behavior?"

"Excellent idea. That's such a great idea, that I should implement the system right away and reward you for it. Since we still can't fuck properly, I know of a needy ass around here that seems to be demanding too many spankings."

"Ooh! Are you going to give me a spanking as a reward or punishment? I'll take either." They both laughed some more.

"I know you will, but neither. I think you need a good assfucking right now!"

CHAPTER 5

Alan suddenly rolled over his mother so he was on top. He aggressively attacked her body, forcing her to turn over and present her ass to him. As there was a lot of tickling and sexy groping involved, which she didn't mind terribly much.

"Tiger! I can't believe it! What a good son! Do me deep in my naughty hole! Mommy needs her buttfucks!" The thought of what was coming plus all the wrestling around had her panting and heaving before he even started.

"Are you lubed up?"

"You don't have to ask. I lube first thing in the morning and keep it that way. You know that. We all do, now. I consider it a duty and a privilege as one of your girls to have my ass always ready for your deep anal penetration."

"Awww, Mom. Don't talk that way. You're so much more than one of the girls. You're my special one. And now I'm going to pour all my love for you into your very special ass."

"OOOOH!" Susan's exclamation said it all as she arched her back while Alan pushed his penis head in, and then once that was accomplished, continued the rest of the way in one slow, deep stroke. "YEEess ... that's what mommy needs more of."

Alan held at the bottom of his stroke and let his hands maul and knead his mother's ass cheeks, enjoying the spastic grip of her anus and involuntary milking by her clutching interior on his penis as he toyed with her. Feeling a tad playful, he slowly drew his penis from her backside, loving the way her asshole was pulled outwards by its reluctance to release its captive.

"So ... are you saying you need more anal sex mom?" His penis was halfway out now and still pulling back.

"YES! Give Mommy more!"

"Is it that she needs more? Or just wants more?"

"NEEDS MORE!" Alan had pulled back until just the head of his penis was inside her asshole. As Susan screamed her lust, her anus clenched so tightly around Alan that he couldn't have pulled out even if he wanted to. Susan's grip was so tight it was almost painful - there was no way she was letting any more of that penis get away from her. Alan lifted his hands from Susan's ass cheeks and started stroking her flanks with feathery caresses.

Alan was so excited by her tight squeezing that he found himself over the climax threshold before he could clench his PC muscle and sustain the erection. He slumped forward and gushed rope after rope into the depths of Susan's ass.

Yet he was so aroused that when he pulled out, he found his penis still hard. It didn't show any signs of going down, either. He'd always had remarkable regeneration abilities, but now his penis was acting as if it simply didn't have to get flaccid any more. He looked down at it with more than a little bit of pride and said, "Hmm. What are we going to do with this?"

Susan looked over her shoulder and exclaimed, "Oooh! Stick it back in!" She turned back fully expecting him to continue where he left off.

Alan pushed an inch or so back inside Susan's eagerly welcoming asshole, but then decided to tease a little. "But what about your cocksucking and overwhelming desire to eat cum? Are you saying I should spend more time here," Alan swung his hips to stir his penis head around inside Susan's butt, "than in your mouth? Hmm? I'm a busy man you know, and I need to keep my priorities straight."

Susan's was panting for air so heavily that she could scarcely breathe. Her nipples rubbed on Alan's bed sheets making her breasts come alive. That never helped her think clearly.

"Yes," she whispered, while lowering her upper body to lie flat on the bed with her head turned to the side, but her ass still up for Alan to use, "that's what Mommy's saying." Susan closed her eyes and tried to get control of the involuntary humping motion that threatened to take control of her hips. Her asshole was throbbing powerfully now, and her butt seemed to have an insatiable hunger. "Mommy still loves sucking cock and eating your delicious cum just as much as ever, but now she's discovered something just as good. Better!"

Susan looked back over her shoulder with such adoring love in her eyes that Alan couldn't help but be moved.

He asked devilishly, "Are you sure that you're Susan Plummer? The Susan I know is very prudish. She thinks anal sex is extremely nasty. And incest with her son is even nastier. Incestuous anal sex with her very own son is just such a nasty and evil concept that she wouldn't even be able to conceive of it."

"No!" His mother cried. "That's the old Susan! Bad Susan! Dumb Susan! This Susan has such a needy ass! Please have mercy!"

He prodded, "Are you saying you'd actually want to engage in evil, dirty anal sex with your own son?"

"Good Lord! Fuck my butt! Don't tease! Don't make me cry! Pleeeassse!"

"I'll take that as a yes." Spreading her butt cheeks widely with his palms, he slowly pushed his penis all the way back into his mother's welcoming rear hole.

Susan was so overwhelmed that she could only gasp for air. She felt a wetness on her face and realized she was in fact already crying, but crying tears of joy. I'm going to be Alan's butt slut, she thought. He wants me to be his butt slut, just like I dreamed he would! He's going to drill my butt until I just can't fucking stand!

Alan "flexed" his penis, still buried to the hilt inside Susan, to get her attention.

She let out the loudest and most satisfying gasp of contentment Alan had ever heard. As she was overwhelmed by an incredible sensation of fullness, she thought, Oh YES! That's the way to get my attention! Mmmmm. Mommy's going to need to change the boundaries for 'getting my attention' to doing THAT to my butt every time! Otherwise, I might just have to pretend I don't notice him until he puts his hard cock deep in my ASS and flexes it to properly get my attention. Ooooh, yeah ... he's going to make all my assfucking dreams come true! I need to tell him!

But then Alan complained, "You know, you sound awfully demanding, yelling that I have to fuck your butt. You know what you were saying earlier about how I have to provide discipline when my women get too needy?"

Suddenly he pulled back one hand and swatted one of his mother's ass cheeks. It was a hard blow. Susan's meaty buttock rocked and rolled, while her muscles involuntarily squeezed and clenched his penis still deep in her ass. Massaging the cheek he'd just smacked with one hand, he hauled back with the other and swatted Susan's other butt cheek. She was so completely consumed with lust that her only reply to his question was a sexy, desperate groan. She thrust her ass back and forth, sliding Alan's penis in and out of her tiny rear hole. But Alan only spanked a couple of times, because he wanted to get on with the anal fucking in earnest.

Alan set a slow, luxurious fucking pace he knew would drive Susan to distraction. He actually hummed quietly along while pumping away. He sat behind her and kept both hands firmly on each butt cheek, sometimes spreading them wide open, sometimes pressing them close around his penis like he was fucking her butt cleft in addition to fucking her asshole. He'd been very much enjoying his ass fondling, and was glad to continue with that even as his penis remained occupied with other things.

He mostly couldn't see her face, but every now and then she turned back to look at what he was doing, and the most interesting facial expressions crossed her face. She looked like she was giving birth. Her moans roamed up and down in pitch, but unusually she added yelps and even shrieks.

After many long minutes, Susan couldn't stand the suspense anymore and broke the verbal silence. "Good GOD, Tiger! How long can you keep doing that?"

"A long time. Let's find out. Where's your usual cries of harder and deeper?"

"No need. I know that you're gonna fill me as hard and deep as any man can! Yes! Like that! Oh! Too much!"

"Well, are you going to say anything else?"

"Too intense! Can't talk! You talk!"

Alan was having a hard time speaking too, but between intense grunts and thrusts, he said, "What? Something corny like, 'I'm gonna ride your chocolate highway?'"

Susan could only get out one or two words at a time. "Too ... graphic. ... Just ... keep ... going with ... your ... fudge packer."

They both laughed hard at that, which was a difficult thing to do given how hard they were both breathing. When he recovered a bit, Alan thought, To think that one day my mom would call my penis a "fudge packer." Is there no end to the weirdness?

He decided to relax a bit longer to get his usual second wind. However, he kept his erect penis deep in her asshole as they rested spooned together on his bed. One or both nearly drifted off to sleep several times, but the penis up the ass was too distracting for sleep for the both of them.

Suddenly Alan started feeling his mother clenching and unclenching her ass muscles, but as if she was experimenting or testing something. She turned her head around and he could see her mouth working as if she was sucking an invisible penis. She had a confused look on her face.

"What is it, Mom?" He pulled his penis out of her ass so they could face each other better.

"Your cum ... I can taste it!" Susan whispered, disbelievingly, "I haven't gotten any in my mouth yet but somehow I can taste it!"

"Are you sure?"

She said slowly and tentatively, "Yeah. I've noticed it about a minute after we started fucking and I could sense it ever since. It's not as strong a taste as when you cum in my mouth ... It's a fainter taste, like an echo or a memory of it ... but I'd know that taste anywhere." Her eyes were wide with wonder as she looked again back at Alan. "But how?"

"How should I know, Mom? Maybe you should ask Suzanne. Or one of us could ask Akami since it may have a complicated medical explanation. Are you sure you're not just having some kind of, oh, I don't know, taste flashback to an earlier cocksucking? Or did some flavor burp up or something?"

"No. It's strong, and it's new. There's no doubt in my mind .... It's almost like I can taste what's going on in my ass."

"Hunh. Well, let's see if it gets stronger if we do more. I'm game for another round anyways. Put it in, Mom. Fuck your ass with my hard cock. Show me how much you need it."

Susan raised a shaky hand between her thighs to grasp Alan's penis and guide him to her needy asshole where it had been just a minute before. The feeling of even temporary emptiness had been very hard to bear. She didn't need the rest breaks like he did and was eagerly awaiting a resumption of vigorous thrusting.

Once she felt her anus begin to stretch around the penis head, she started pushing her hips back, eager to fill her butt up once again. She didn't stop pushing back until she felt her leaky pussy kiss his balls.

"Thank you ... Oh, thank you Tiger! My lover." Susan shivered as she ground her butt against his tickling pubic hair.

Both of them lost all sense of time as Alan fucked his mother in the ass for what seemed like ages. When he finally came, he came inside her asshole until he had nothing left to give. Susan came at the same time with the first deep anal orgasm in her life. Her whole body shook and trembled more than Alan had ever seen it shake before, and it felt like her asshole was going to crush its way through his penis and suck it inside. He almost worried that she should be braced down lest she knock her head into his headboard.

A surprisingly large amount of cum spurted out of Alan's penis. Susan just felt like the inside of her ass was being flooded with the hottest soothing liquid balm she'd ever felt in her life. Her asshole had clamped down so tight that there was nowhere else for the cum to flow but deeper up her butt, flowing into and coating every bit of her overheated interior. If Alan's penis scratched the sexy itch she had deep inside her ass, his cum soothed away the hurt of getting her butt so thoroughly reamed for so long.

Eventually their mutual spasms and exertions ended. As he started to pull out, a copious amount of cum flowed out as well, despite the spastic constriction it had to pass through.

He asked, "Was that good?"

Susan replied, "Tiger, Love, you have nothing to worry about come Friday or Monday or whenever we finally do it. 'Was that good?' Ha! That was the greatest. You gave me more of a thrill with that assfuck than I've ever had in my life, if you don't count some of the other unbelievable things you've done to this body lately." She smiled a warm smile. "I can't believe I had to wait 37 years to find out just how good anal sex really feels to me."

Alan chuckled and hugged his mother, nuzzling her ear. "You're right, it's an absolute crime that you haven't been buttfucked like you deserve up until now. Every time I give you a good orgasm like that, it builds my confidence. Being with you isn't like when I'm with anyone else. I so desperately want to make you happy."

"You do. Just by being next to me, and touching me, you do. Anything above that is just a bonus. The fact that you keep my legs wet nearly twenty four hours a day is even more of a bonus."

Alan continued to muse, "Some guys try to go to good schools and become doctors or lawyers to please their mothers and win approval. Whereas I want to fuck you so good that you'll forget your name in one continuous hour-long multiple orgasm."

"You have no idea how close you've gotten already. You've made me forget my name more times than I can count." They kissed affirmingly.

CHAPTER 6

Susan and Alan relaxed next to each other on the bed, Alan's T-shirt the only item of clothing between them.

Susan's hand wandered over his chest and down to his groin. "Now, there's a sight I don't see every day: my Tiger with a flaccid penis. How would you like me to revive it?"

"I'd rather you didn't at the moment. It's awfully sensitive and will need a good rest before the card game. I mean, I just came twice! Geez. Let's just let it be. But if you're desperate for cum, there should still be some leaking from behind you."

"Okay. You're the boss." Susan winked and pulled her hand away from Alan's penis so she could start transferring gobs of cum from between her buttocks to her mouth.

But before she started, she froze, and said, "Wait. The cum taste in my mouth is gone. It didn't get stronger, but it seems that when you took your penis out of my ass it finally stopped. I'll just have to replace that lingering taste with a fresh brew."

Alan chuckled over Susan's insatiable hunger for his cum. It didn't take her long to scoop up most of the spillage and stuff it in her mouth. Then the two of them settled in for a nice after sex cuddle. But Alan grew restless after a little while, and Susan soon sensed his disquiet.

"You know," Susan said, into the silence between them, "since we can talk for once without me stroking or sucking you, let's talk. I have to admit that it can be a bother trying to suck cock and talk the same time, though usually that just means I wish I didn't have to answer any questions." She gave him another great smile, one that could melt any man's heart. "What's bothering you? I feel like we haven't be interacting as mother and son as much as we used to since we've developed this new relationship as lovers. Talk to your mommy."

"Okay, but only as long as you don't use the word 'mommy.' That causes a Pavlovian-type reaction and instantly makes me hard. Right now I'm having to devote part of my brain to extremely unsexy things to stay flaccid and that's also why I can't look in your direction."

"That makes me so glad to hear. I of course get that same Pavlovian reaction, where my pussy starts throbbing and dripping and my nipples get hard, from just the smallest thing. Just about anything you say or do turns me on, because I love you so much. Did you know the very word 'Tuesday' gets me going? But in any case, let's get back to your problems."

"Well, you know the usual homework woes. But there's this complicated situation with Heather. You know her and how bitchy she is. And I'm having issues with my teacher Glory, too."

Alan went on to explain in great detail what had been happening to Heather and Glory, though he purposely left the other cheerleaders out of the picture. He generally didn't like to kiss and tell, and figured the fewer lovers his other lovers knew by name, the better, for both jealousy and security reasons.

Susan listened sympathetically. It felt great for Alan to just unload his mental burden on someone. But she didn't give much feedback. Before Alan was quite finished, she looked at the clock and said, "Would you look at that? It's almost seven o'clock already. I have to go make a quick dinner and clean up the house before the guests arrive. This place is such a pig sty lately. I'm sorry about that. But let's talk about this more later, okay? I'm so glad you want to confide in me about these things. Most kids don't think their moms are 'cool' enough to really tell everything."

"Most kids don't fuck their moms up the butt and then cuddle naked while telling them everything."

"Good point. I feel so sorry for them. Those sad, prudish, grossly underfucked mothers. I wonder if there's some way I can help educate them about the need for incest. But that's a thought for another day. Please get back to work. You can still get in another good hour."

"Okay. Mom, I just had a funny thought. Some kind of Alcoholics Anonymous-type support group for mothers not yet practicing incest."

"Ooh! Good idea. I could lead the group and provide weekly tips on son seduction and cocksucking techniques. But who should we invite, and how can we get them to come?"

"Mom, I was joking. Joking? You know, the real world out there? The one that despises and demonizes incest? You know that was just a joke, right?"

"Oh. Fudge ... packer." They both laughed.

She sighed. "Still, I feel so sad for them. I literally can't bear to think what my life would have been like had I not woken up and begun to live."

"Me too. Let's not even go there." The mere idea of what might have been left a melancholy feeling between them.

It looked like she was making a move to get up and start her cooking chores, so Alan said, "Can you send Katherine in here?"

"Sure. What for?"

"Stealth stroking, of course." Alan thought to himself, I can't believe I just said that!

"Oh my! Tiger! You're so insatiable! Oh! You see? That right there got mommy soooo damned horny. Oh dear. And now I have to go cook and clean all squishy and gushy. Even knowing that Xania AND Brenda are coming over and that you'll be stroked and sucked and fucked all night long, that STILL isn't enough for you! You truly are a man! Oh God!"

"Ah, it's not that big a deal. Stealth stroking is no biggie. I used to masturbate for hours at a time on one climax way before any of this started, with a real low, mellow stroking. This is just like that except with someone else doing the work."

"No, Tiger. This shows that you've reached a new level. You've been stealth stroked all afternoon long, then you fuck me in the ass, then you want more stroking before the wild card game begins! You're reached a point where your penis is nearly constantly hard and pleasured. Admittedly, you were flaccid for about half an hour while we just talked about Heather and Ms. Rhymer, but still. You're every woman's dream: permanently hard, horny, and ready."

"Well, I don't know if that's every woman's dream, or if that's only certain horny mommies' dreams. Some might find it too tiring. Most, actually."

"That's what's so great about you having a harem. No one woman can satisfy you, but we can maybe do it if we pull together as a team."

"Come on. It's not like that. For instance, I didn't have a single orgasm at school today."

"Listen to you. How many students ever have an orgasm during school their entire life? You are the most potent and virile man, and you're my son! Oh my God! My tits are so excited! I think they've taken control of my brain again. Look! They're running my body and demanding action."

Alan smiled at her conceit. "Demanding action? What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I can't tell what they're doing or thinking. Look! They're drawing me closer to you. Oh no! They seem to be drawn to your hands. It seems they need to be fondled or, even better tit-fucked, as they can see your penis is suddenly hard again. Or even better than that, milked! They need their daily milking! They must remember your promise to milk them daily."

She pulled closer to Alan, trying to pretend that her tits made her do it. She vigorously shook her head no and tried to "hold back" her tits with her hands, but to "no avail." Her head recoiled back as if trying to disassociate itself from her rowdy chest. The act was a lot of fun for both of them. Her desire to cook and get the house ready for guests was completely forgotten.

Alan deadpanned, "I don't mean to reward their behavior; I heard something about how one should never negotiate with terrorist tits or hostage-taking hooters, and these malevolent mammaries clearly appear to have taken the rest of your body hostage. But as I've got to get back to my books, I'm going to make short work of these unruly udders."

Susan gasped. "Udders! I love it!" As much as she loved his word play, she more greatly enjoyed his sex cow reference.

Alan sucked on one tit and put all his effort into mauling the other. His free hand went to her pussy and found her G-spot. With that triple attack, she was quickly reduced to a quivering wreck. Whenever he asked her a question such as, "How's that?" she only replied with cow moos.

Alan brought her to climax in only a couple of minutes. With the rebel tits "defeated," Alan commented, "You know, Mom, I really should get you for that. Your sexy ways are ruining my attempts to study. A spanking is too good for you."

"Then what will you do to me?" There was an excited gleam in her eye.

"I think I'll hand you around to all the other women with my dares in the card game tonight, to be used and abused. You'll be passed around as if you were some kind of desperate lesbian nympho."

She laughed in glee and said sarcastically, "As if!" They both knew that she'd love nothing better, and that the term fit her pretty well already.

Susan soon left, though they both could have gone on like that all day. She left rubbing her ass; the anal pummeling had left her rear quite sore. In fact, her ass had only just recovered from her first assfuck a few days before. She decided to ask Suzanne later if there was anything she could do to better prepare her asshole so she could take Alan's penis more easily and more often. She worried that Suzanne might not have an answer, and wondered if scheduling an appointment with Akami to learn all the nurse knew about anal sex was too drastic or not.

She'd kept away from his penis all during her imaginary tit takeover at Alan's request only because Alan knew where that would lead. Now Katherine came in and took over the stealth stroking duties.

Alan pondered while his sister silently stroked. Mom's right. I do seem to have reached another level. I'm averaging about six or seven climaxes a day these days, and it's not as big of a challenge to constantly reach that as it used to be. My penis is rarely sore any more, and my cum loads are big and bountiful. In fact, my body seems to be producing more and more cum every day. I think I've reached some kind of plateau though, because I wouldn't want to cum more times a day even if I could. It never seems to get boring because everyone is so arousing and inventive, but I do have to have at least a semblance of a non-sexual life too. ... Maybe my body is just adjusting, in the same way that it can acclimatize to extreme cold, heat, deprivation, or whatever. It's acclimatizing to extreme sexual stimulation. If you spit all day, your body produces an incredible amount of spit, so it makes sense that if you cum all day, your body does the same with cum. The human body is an amazingly flexible thing.

God, my mother is horny and sexy though. She made me completely and utterly forget about my beating and wounds, not to mention my mountain of homework. Oops. Until now, that is. Dang. Grr. Stupid black eye. On the plus side, I could be fucking Mom as soon as Friday! Let's see. In theory it could happen as soon as I get back home from school, so that would be ... forty-three hours and thirty minutes from now. ... Wow. Words can't even begin to describe how that makes me feel.

He went back to his books, or at least he tried to. Needless to say, the thought of fucking his mother was a big distraction. He hardly paid any mind to Katherine sitting underneath his desk, though of course he got a low buzz of pleasure from her stroking.

Finally, the time for the weekly card game drew near.

CHAPTER 7

Brenda had totally succumbed to her desire for Alan. It seemed that nothing else in her life had any meaning other than being with him, serving him, and especially getting fucked by him. The days since the last fashion show passed painfully slowly for her, and masturbation sessions every day and night did little to sate her hunger. She repeatedly called the Plummer house, but Suzanne and Susan resisted letting her come over again before Wednesday's game. There were simply too many other things going on, most of them intensely sexual.

Brenda was so excited that she arrived at the house nearly an hour early. She was ready to do anything and everything if it would give her more access to Alan. Suzanne was ready to exploit that desire to the hilt, and Susan was willing to play along with any of Suzanne's schemes that used Brenda, mostly due to her continuing jealousy of Brenda's tit size.

Suzanne had just gotten back from dinner herself, and was helping Susan by cleaning up the living room. She answered the door. "Good evening, Brenda. Boy, are you early. Please come on in. How are you doing?"

"Much better, now that today is Wednesday. I'm so excited that I couldn't wait! Where's Alan?" Brenda looked all over the rooms she could see as if Alan might be hiding under a sofa.

Suzanne smiled as she considered the time, then considered the possibilities. She answered, "First things first. You're here far too early, so he's still doing his homework. That gives us plenty of time to teach you how to be a lesbian."

"Lesbian?" Brenda said, disappointed but not completely surprised. She'd been tossed around like a lesbian plaything between four women the last time she was here, and she enjoyed it more than she wanted to admit.

"Alan loves his women to be bisexual, by the way, so if it makes you feel any better you can pleasure us for his sake. You should know that Susan's just been learning all about lesbianism herself these past couple of days, because she'll stop at nothing to sexually please him. Do you have the same dedication? Now remove your overcoat and let's see what you've got on."

Brenda made no response to the idea of being turned bisexual. She thought to herself, If Alan wants me to be bisexual, then I'll have to try my best. I've been expecting as much anyways. Suzanne especially is very demanding. It feels good to obey her commanding, sensual, rough voice. She took off her coat, and revealed an outfit that made the daring one she wore last week seem fuddy-duddy in comparison. She wore a loose cut-off T-shirt that barely covered the middle of her tits, and nothing else. She also wore a bikini bottom that was more like a G-string, and leather boots that came halfway up her thighs. Everything was black, her favorite color. The dark clothing went well with her dark brown hair and contrasted with her light skin.

Susan walked up and joined them at the door. She came straight from doing the dishes and still held a dishrag in her hand.

"What do you think, Susan?" Suzanne asked her friend. Susan wore the same kimono she'd had on earlier. She wore it very loosely so her boobs could be easily uncovered, while Suzanne was dressed rather conservatively. She was dressed for Xania's appearance later, as she figured they had to keep up appearances that Xania was a normal person and not really another sex-crazed, big-titted knockout here to get fucked by Alan.

Susan answered, "Not bad." She exaggerated, "The outfit is a little bit conservative for my tastes, but I'll grudgingly admit her tits make up for it. But they say you can't really know how good a product is until you taste the merchandise."

Suzanne liked that suggestion and what it said about Susan's growing love of nipple nibbling and cunt licking. "Excellent point. But Brenda, you made one serious mistake. Your nipples are so extraordinary; they long to be free, so keep them uncovered whenever you can. Now, take it all off. Get totally naked except for high heels, because Alan loves those. You're covering up too much leg with those boots. And I believe you owe us both hello kisses."

Brenda meekly nodded. The casual confidence she'd shown as she walked in the door had already been replaced by trembling, barely controlled anticipation at the prospect of being fondled and kissed by these two hot mothers. It was ironic that Brenda had always resented her overly busty tits, yet now that she'd opened up more to her true feelings, she lusted after big tits in other women. They reminded her of her own deceased big-titted mother that she'd lusted after many years ago. That history also helped to make her a passionate lesbian lover once her urges were released.

About half an hour later, Susan and Suzanne sat at the dining room table, sitting across from each other, talking, and drinking coffee. Brenda sat underneath the table, and had one hand in Suzanne's pussy and her tongue in Susan's pussy. In the last minutes she'd learned much about pussy licking, and decided that she quite liked it. Thanks to her presence and actions, both the mothers had lost what clothing they'd had on.

But it didn't really matter if she liked it or not, because she had no say in the matter. Susan, and especially Suzanne, were controlling her now.

Suzanne had been disturbed at how submissive she'd become to Alan lately, even if most of it was in her own thoughts while she generally maintained her usual tough outer veneer (despite the occasional verbal and physical slip ups). Having Brenda to boss around made her feel good, and caused her domineering tendencies to rise to the fore.

"You know, Suzanne," Susan casually said to her friend as they relaxed at the table, "I must say I was all wrong about Brenda. She's one of your better schemes. Did you have any idea of the raging sex-starved slut waiting to get out when you suggested we should get to know her better?"

"No, I didn't. I just thought she would be good eye candy for Alan."

Susan knew her friend better than that. "Come on. Is that all?"

"Okay, I'll admit I was hoping more would happen. I envisioned Alan fucking her and I'm always trying to help that lovable guy out. As if he needs more women to fuck, but I figured Brenda was special. I had no idea that it would come to this though, having her eat us out under the table like a true sex slave even as we sit here and talk. Katherine talks the talk about being a sex slave, but Brenda walks the walk. Her every move, her every glance, signals complete submissiveness to Alan and to us. By the way Brenda, switch positions. It's my turn to feel your tongue. But Susan, what I find really surprising is how quickly it all happened. Brenda completely broke so easily! We don't even need to train her."

Susan was in complete agreement, though disappointed to feel Brenda's tongue on her pussy replaced by mere fingers. She fondled her tits, as she was right on the verge of a climax and was trying to push herself over the edge. "I know what you mean. It surprises me too. Especially since she hasn't been fucked by Alan yet."

"Yes. Look at Akami, for instance. Now, she's been fucked by Alan a couple of times, but from what I gather, she's never going to be the sex toy type. It's just not in her nature, like it isn't in mine. But with Brenda, all you have to do is wave Alan's penis in front of her a couple of times, and she's ready for a dog leash." Addressing Brenda at her feet, she said, "You're gonna love the way he fucks you, Brenda, believe me."

Susan noted, "I can't even imagine how much more subservient she'll be after that."

Suzanne suggested half-seriously, "Maybe we should keep her around as a pet. Kind of like what Amy was doing with her cat costume at the second fashion show, except for real. Would you like that, Brenda, to be our sex pet?" But Brenda didn't answer, because she was under strict orders not to talk until they said she could. Brenda expressed her enthusiasm for the idea instead by tonguing Suzanne and fingering Susan more vigorously.

Susan surprised herself with her answer. "Good idea." That was her pussy talking, as she imagined being licked out and fingered all day long in the way Brenda was doing her now. However, her more motherly and kindly side thought of objections. "But I don't think it would be fair to her son and only child if we keep her as a full-time sex slave. Who is going to take care of Adrian?"

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Oh, that reminds me. We have to work on helping Brenda seduce her son. It's the least we can do if she's going to become at least our part-time sex pet. And that'll give us less competition for Alan's affections, if Brenda is getting her daily incestuous fuck."

Susan nodded in complete agreement. She was so happy with how things were turning out with Alan that she wanted to tell every mother she met to fuck their own children. At least with Brenda she could spread the happy message to one other person.

Suzanne didn't stop to think of her own situation with Amy as she pushed this idea. Her lust and her desire to keep a potential rival too occupied to spend much time with Alan were her only considerations. "Would you like that Brenda, to have us help you so your son can fuck you? I'll allow you to answer this question with words."

Brenda was so turned on by that thought and everything else happening and being said that she thought she would simply pass out. She meekly and quietly said, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," said Suzanne, even though she heard it quite well. "I said, do you want your son to fuck you?"

"Yes," she said a little louder.

"Say it for me."

"I want my son to fuck me. Oh God, I can't believe I said that!" She plunged her free hand up into her pussy.

"You realize that he'll have to fuck nobody but you, as we don't want Alan to get any diseases through him. Do you think you could get him to fuck only you, as if you and he were married? He would essentially be your husband, but Alan would be your ultimate master."

"Oh yes! God yes! Please! Please make it so!"

A part of Suzanne realized that this could mess up the young Adrian's normal social and sexual development, but there was something about Brenda that fairly shouted of a need for her to have an incestuous relationship with her son. Suzanne had never met Adrian, though she knew much about him from phone calls with Brenda, and she knew that any heterosexual boy would have to deeply lust after a woman like Brenda, whether she was his mother or not. Suzanne figured it was almost as if it would be unreasonably cruel to have a mother like that and not be able to have sex with her, and Brenda seemed to have a deep incestuous need as well based on her frustrated feelings for her own mother. So Suzanne figured she'd be doing them both a big favor by bringing them together.

She moved on to another issue. "I'll let you answer another question as well. I take it as a given that Alan is your natural master. But do you want to be our sex pet as well, and in fact be a totally subservient slave to anyone in this house?"

"Yes. I do." She really did. "I've discovered my true nature, and it is to please my masters."

"Very good. Don't forget your mistresses, too. Now go back to quietly pleasuring us."

Brenda brought out a cruel streak in Susan, because of Susan's jealousy over Brenda's looks and especially boobs. The same effect occurred with Suzanne. But Susan was so nice a person that she could only go so far in dehumanizing even Brenda. She asked, "Don't you think we're going too far, Suzanne? We're hardly treating her like a human being. But I can't stop myself from doing it. I'm hoping you have some more willpower."

Suzanne considered that. "Yes, I suppose we are going too far. But with Brenda, that's how things are meant to be, I think. I wouldn't treat anyone else like this, but with Brenda it's different. When I suggested she be a sex pet, it made me feel a bit naughty and even cruel, I'll admit, but more than that it felt like I was doing her a big favor. I mean look at her. Jesus! If you think you and I have bodies built for fucking, just look at her."

Susan looked down and nodded. "I know. I can relate, because I see so much of myself in her. This just helps prove my theory that the larger the tits, the more the woman is meant by God's will to be a human fucking machine. Would you like that Brenda? Are you glad that we've uncovered the real you?"

Brenda was licking even more vigorously now, and couldn't stop until she came yet again. She was almost there. She just moaned and hoped that would be taken as a yes.

Susan smiled benignly, and commented to Suzanne, "Brenda's been so obedient today, I think she deserves a reward, the very best reward. Let's give her a full load of Alan's cum."

"You're right as usual, Susan." Suzanne smiled as she imagined Alan's reaction upon seeing Brenda show up in his room. "Let's give Alan a little surprise. He deserves it for all that hard work he's been doing. Brenda, you can get up and talk now. We're going to send you to Alan. You're going to go upstairs and suck his cock until he shoots his delicious seed all over you. But don't tell Alan what we've talked about. We've got enough of a problem with him having too big of a head as it is. If he knows you've become our house slave, he's going to be insufferably full of himself, I fear. So keep that a secret for now."

Brenda got out from under the table, but still remained submissively on her knees. "Yes, Mistress Suzanne," Brenda said with a bow, as if she was born to her role as sex pet. "Thank you for letting me please you both."

Suzanne and Susan stood up. Suzanne patted Brenda on her head just like a real pet animal and said, "That's a good pet."

Brenda purred in response like she was a contented cat.

Susan was surprised, and never would have done such things as initiate the petting of Brenda by herself. But she was glad that Suzanne was here to take charge and do what was needed.

Suzanne commanded, "Give us a kiss." They necked for quite a while.

When it was over, Suzanne asked, "You'll do anything Susan and I say, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." That made Suzanne feel very good indeed. She felt like she was back on track, back in control of the overall situation. "You'll also obey Katherine and Amy unquestioningly. Now go to Alan's room and give him head. Put on some clothes first so you can seductively take them off. Always remember that. It's usually sexier to take off clothes than to start naked. But you're allowed just one of his ejaculations right now, or you'll be severely punished. When you're done, find Katherine in the room nearly directly across the hall from his, have her come down here. I'll ring up Amy next door, and all of us will play another game of strip poker. Oh, and another woman named Xania will be arriving too. I imagine we'll all take turns pleasuring Alan except for Xania. She may look great, as we call it around here, 'Alan worthy,' but she's just a psychiatrist and a friend of mine and not part of this."

Brenda nodded to Suzanne submissively, her head bowed way down. She had a nearly overwhelming desire to service Suzanne for telling her what to do, and she was seemingly hypnotized by her voice. But that desire was exceeded by her desire to suck Alan's cock. She thought, That's not just any cock. That's my master's cock. Alan is my master now. I had a feeling this was going to happen from the first time we played cards together, and now it's happening! I must go and pleasure him. I'm so excited I can hardly walk!

CHAPTER 8

Minutes later, Brenda knocked on Alan's door. "Hi Alan, it's me Brenda. Are you busy?" She suppressed her desire to call him Master Alan. She reminded herself that Suzanne said the time wasn't right for that yet.

Alan turned his head and looked towards the door with great expectation. "Busy? Not any more. Please come in!"

She opened the door and walked in, modeling the outfit she'd arrived to the house in. But she took Suzanne's advice and arranged her skimpy shirt so both nipples were exposed as well.

"Holy fucking cow," Alan exclaimed in wonder. "I swear, every day it's something new. Brenda, you're one of the most gorgeous women on the planet, for sure."

"You really think so?" Brenda was so close to her long awaited target that she didn't want to waste time. She rapidly closed the distance to Alan sitting in his chair at his desk, but then she noticed a body underneath the desk. Then she noticed the naked ass sticking out from under the desk. It was Katherine, and her skirt was flipped back just like Amy's was earlier. That seemed to have quickly become part of the stealth stroking tradition.

"Who's this?" Brenda exclaimed in regards to the mystery butt. Then, looking closer at Alan, she saw the black eyes and the bruises, and nearly shrieked, "And what happened to your face?!?"

Alan laughed. "Oh, that? I got beat up at school today. Some guys didn't appreciate that I was fucking the most beautiful girls in school. But it's nothing. The wounds will heal in a couple of days."

Brenda quickly dismissed his wounds, and thought, He fucks the most beautiful girls in school, too. I should have known. Of course he would! He's my master! That's what masters do, especially good masters like Alan. I'll bet he has dozens of sex pets at school, but of everyone I have the honor to suck his penis right now! Why look. That must be Katherine. I even get to replace his sister. I'm so excited I don't know if I can stand it!

Alan saw Brenda staring at Katherine's ass. Katherine paid no mind to the interruption and continued to lightly fondle and stroke her brother's penis. He said, "Oh yeah. And this? That's my sister Katherine. I've got a lot of homework to do this week, so all the women are taking turns jacking me and blowing me while I study. Little Vacuum Mouth Sis, you can come out now."

Brenda was impressed and nearly came just from hearing and seeing the way he was continually served. "Alan! You're such a MAN! It's going to be such a pleasure to serve you. This is what I've been waiting for all my life, but I never knew what I wanted. If Katherine doesn't mind, can I suck you off for a while?"

"Why are you asking her for permission?" Alan said commandingly. "It's my penis."

"Oh! So sorry, mas... sir. Alan, would you let me suck it? Please?"

Alan tried to act uncaring. "Very well, if you insist. But take off that strip of cloth you call a top and let me play with your tits while you do it." Alan came around the desk and sat up on it so he could have better access to Brenda's tits. Katherine moved out of the way and stood to the side, watching.

"Okay!" Brenda submissively obeyed his order, and then greedily grasped his penis once he settled into place. She caressed it like it was a priceless porcelain antique. "Oh Alan, it's everything I could ever want! Let me help you out."

She swallowed his shaft, even as she kept her hands at the base and pumped excitedly. She was quite a good cocksucker, having slept her way to a tremendous fortune, and the workings of her mouth nearly made Alan forget about her giant orbs. But he didn't forget. For her, the touch of Alan's hands on her skin was completely electric. She was a highly sensual and sensitive woman, and began her orgasms nearly as soon as he started pulling on her long nipples.

Alan motioned with his eyes that Katherine stay and watch, so his sister remained right behind Brenda. She was somewhat annoyed at being replaced, but kept quiet about it. She thought, Brenda's tough competition. But I'm not going to be out-slaved by her. Whatever Brother wants me to do, I'm going to do it and I'm going to be the best. She may have those tits and that cute baby face, but she's far too soft. I'm firm and strong and he loves me. I'll just have to do better. The more I obey, the more I'm rewarded with mind-blowing orgasms. Despite her confident thoughts, a part of her remained doubtful and jealous.

Alan was eager to shoot his wad, but he also wanted to impress Brenda with his staying power. So he periodically pulled her head away to get a second wind. He practically had to violently push to keep her mouth off of his penis though, because she was so eager to suck. "Please Alan, let me suck it! Just let me suck it a little more. Don't be so cruel!"

Brenda bobbed and bobbed and licked and sucked and fondled and stroked until her hands and jaws were tired. Katherine frowned disapprovingly when Brenda had to pause briefly to rest after about fifteen minutes. The sister complained, "You're tired after only that? Brenda, that's such a sorry performance. Big Guitar Neck Brother, would you like someone who actually knows how to suck cock take over?"

"Thanks, Little Damp and Drippy Sis, but that's okay. Brenda needs to learn. You're doing fine, Brenda. There's no rush. Just keep going when you're ready."

But Katherine still complained, "Brenda, who taught you how to suck cock? Don't you ever practice?"

Brenda answered, "Um, I've been married a long time, and I haven't done something like this to my husband for years. We're getting divorced and it's all but finalized. I'm sorry if I'm unworthy."

"You're fine," Alan said encouragingly. "Pay no mind to Katherine. It's taken her a lot of practice to get her hands and mouth where it is today. You're doing just great. You have a natural talent."

Brenda resumed licking enthusiastically. She thought, He said I have natural talent! What a kind man. What a wonderful master! I'm not worthy. To think, I've been spending all week masturbating when I should have been practicing licking and sucking on dildos. Forgive me, Master!

There was a time when Brenda was arrogant and distant. Everyone was so envious and lustful of her natural attributes that she seemingly only knew how to reject and avoid men. She'd gotten into the habit of rejecting everyone, thinking that everyone loved her only for her tits. But that Brenda was long gone. The new Brenda lived only to serve. She was like a person who was normal until their first shot of heroin and then forever after a junkie, except that she was now a sex junkie.

After another five minutes, Alan could take no more. He motioned to Katherine, who was busy frigging herself, imagining that the penis was in her mouth instead of Brenda's. Katherine got up and attacked Brenda's pussy from behind. She went after Brenda's clit with one hand and stuffed fingers up Brenda's pussy with the other, causing the monster-titted woman to scream incredibly loudly.

Since Brenda accidentally pulled her mouth off of Alan's penis to scream, he ended up shooting his seed all over her face. He shot rope after rope towards her nose.

"Cover me!" she cried. "Cover me in your cum! Drench me all over!" Her whole body trembled in a way very reminiscent of how Susan shook in the same room a short time earlier.

Recovering somewhat, she eagerly licked up all the cum she could reach with her tongue, and then stuffed more in her mouth with greedy fingers.

But Alan said, "Leave the rest on, and that's an order. Some others may enjoy licking that off of you later."

Katherine in fact couldn't resist scooping up and swallowing a particularly large gob that was about to fall from Brenda's chin. That still left quite a lot. Alan had given Brenda an unusually heavy load.

Brenda obeyed Alan's desire and gushed, "Oh, Alan, darling! It's so good. Susan and Suzanne were so right - you're not a normal man. I'll admit that I was having some doubts about some crazy plans they were making for me earlier, but I was so wrong to even think. It's all so worth it. So worth it." She panted. "I'm too insolent - I'll never doubt them again. Your copious, tasty cum proves that you're a special man who needs constant special service. This is the most delicious nectar on Earth! More! Give me more! I want to swim in it."

Katherine was there to reinforce Brenda's feelings. From behind she now freely played with Brenda's ass while she whispered into her ear, "That's right, Brenda. There's only one reason why God makes overly busty women like you, and that's so you can give your body to real men like my brother. I sexually serve him AND he loves me deeply. But you're nothing but a cum dump for his pleasure, aren't you?"

"That's enough, Sis," Alan complained. "Let's not call anyone a cum dump. I reserve that kind of language only for the likes of Heather."

But Brenda didn't seem to hear him. "Oh, yes, sister, yes! I'm a cum dump! The more cum on me and in me, the better!"

Brenda never stopped pumping his fuck tool, and it never truly got flaccid. Soon it was ready for more action. "Alan, I can't believe it! They were right about everything. Your penis - it never gets soft!" Alan bent forward and licked off the gobs of his own cum that had fallen onto her chest. Then he fed it to Brenda with a passionate kiss.

That made her even more insensibly orgasmic, knowing that he would even lick his own cum. Katherine looked on with great jealousy since he'd never done that to her. Alan himself could scarcely believe what he'd done without thinking, but he justified it to himself, Everyone talks about how great tasting my cum is. I have to try it at some point, don't I? And I was just feeding it to Brenda. Actually, I can see their point about the taste. But I am NOT going to make a habit out of this. Gross! That's so gay.

Brenda cried, "More! More! Let's do it more! ... Oh no! Wait. I just remembered. I have to admit, they said I could only help you with one ejaculation or I'd get punished. But I can't stop. It's soooo good, I can't stop! Don't make me! Please, please, let me suck it a little more?"

She tried to put her mouth back on his thick dick, but he forcefully held her head back with both hands. "Just a minute. Why did they say you could only help me out one time?"

"They're waiting to start another strip poker game. You held back from cumming for so long that they're probably waiting for us. Oh! I have an idea! Please fuck my tits! Please? They're so needy!"

Alan knew about needy tits from his mother. He decided to ignore that comment lest he encourage Brenda's tit lust further. He just said, "Oh. Drat. I guess we'd better go then."

Brenda bowed her head, giving up hope of further immediate fun. "Yes, we must. They must be obeyed." She spoke like a mindless zombie. But that only lasted for a few seconds, because she was hit with a new inspiration. "But before we go, just play with my tits a little more, will you? Please? I get one giant non-stop orgasm whenever you touch me. No other man has made me feel like this. What is it about you that does this to me? Please, please?"

"No. No more touching. Go now."

Alan left Brenda a quivering wreck. Even the thought of fucking her own son, while exciting, now paled in comparison to the idea of fucking Alan.

He shook his head with wonder and thought, That is one crazy woman. I have a feeling I'm going to be seeing a whole lot more of her. She seemed as fanatically loyal as a puppy dog, and I hardly even know her. This is so unreal I just want to hit myself and wake up. Maybe it's actually a good thing I got beat up at school today, because it painfully reminds me that I'm human after all and in fact I can lose badly. All this could disappear if word somehow got out what we're doing. Speaking of trouble, I can see more trouble brewing, thanks to Brenda's looks and attitude. Sis was practically seething. I don't think she appreciates that that just makes her more aroused. Not only that, for all her arousing subservience, someone that needy is going to demand a lot of attention. Just what I need right now ... not! His intuitions were good, but he still had no idea just how subservient and needy Brenda could be.

Alan turned to his sister. "Thanks for patiently waiting. I was hoping you'd be there to take Brenda to new heights, and you did it perfectly. Sorry for focusing on her. I'll make it up to you later on, okay?"

Katherine gave a casual laugh. "No sweat, though I am holding you to that. I had my fun too. She's fun to watch, and not just the way her jugs sway. Her face is so expressive and so passionate." But deep down she looked at Brenda with growing concern as well as growing lust.

"Yeah. She's great for healing a wounded ego. With you two together I feel like a lord. What is her deal? Where on Earth did Suzanne find her? Now let's get down there. Suzanne mentioned earlier that you should be fairly thoroughly dressed up. I guess that's for Xania's sake. Oh shit! Xania! I shouldn't have sent Brenda downstairs with a face full of cum. I wonder if she's here yet?"

CHAPTER 9

Xania had arrived. Alan and Katherine came downstairs together, and they were met with an interesting sight. Xania was dressed up the way a professional psychiatrist should be, and in fact was dressed only slightly more casually than she'd been during their appointment. She wore a tan blouse with matching jacket and skirt. The others standing around her in the front entrance way were dressed as if for a formal dinner (Susan had changed from her kimono at Suzanne's insistence). But, in extreme contrast, Brenda was dressed in nothing but her sliver of a top, her G-string styled bikini bottoms, and high heels. That was tremendously embarrassing for her, especially considering that to her Xania was a complete stranger.

Worse, Brenda still had Alan's cum hanging all over her face. Not only that, but she interpreted Suzanne's earlier comment that she should keep her nipples uncovered whenever possible as a command from a new mistress, and so she now wore her black top in a lopsided fashion that kept both nipples free. It was almost worse than wearing no top at all, since it seemed such a crazy thing to do.

Nobody mentioned the cum or the top, not even Xania, which Brenda found most odd. But Brenda was aware of how strange she looked, and her face burned red with shame and desire. Nonetheless, she did her best. She kept her head held high and a smile on her face. Now that she considered herself Alan's pet, she thrust her chest out and kept her arms behind her back to further push her tits forward, assuming that he'd like that position the best.

In fact, it was so odd that Xania didn't say a word about Brenda that soon everyone was antsy, as if waiting for the other shoe to fall. Since almost none of them knew her real identity and persona, they half expected her to leave the house or burst into anger at any moment, and had she really been who she was supposed to be, she probably would have.

The tension grew until Amy spoke up. She couldn't figure out why no one was talking about the obvious and so she asked, "Xania, aren't you going to ask about Brenda? Geez! If I was in your shoes, I sure would."

"No, I'm not," Xania said calmly, and then returned to discussing an inane topic with Suzanne.

But Amy wasn't satisfied. She asked, "Why not? Don't you have any curiosity?"

"Sure, but I figure I'm here this evening like an anthropologist living with a foreign culture. I'd like to just be a fly on the wall and observe your fascinating sexual traditions first hand. If you want me to know something, I figure you'll tell me."

Amy nodded in slight confusion, and surprisingly didn't tell her any more about Brenda. Neither did anyone else. Apparently they waited for Alan's lead, and he didn't say a word.

They continued making casual small talk and then all assembled in the living room for the poker game. Xania had some luggage because she was staying the night. Alan carried her luggage away so he could be the last one into the living room. To a certain extent all the weeks of one sexual adventure after another had made him a bit jaded, but now he pranced about with glee as he lugged the luggage.

He knew great things were going to happen. He thought, Looking at those women in the entrance all dressed up so fancily, you'd think some kind of Tupperware party was about to begin or something. You'd never figure what raging sexual creatures they are. But I'll bet that within the hour, no, make that half an hour, all of them will be naked and begging for me to fuck 'em. I'm glad Brenda looks the way she does, or else I wouldn't believe what's about to happen. Hot damn, buckets of cum are going to flow tonight! Heh-heh-heh!

Finally entering the room, he took a look at the six women before him, who informally stood in a line for his benefit. He whistled in appreciation. "Hot damn, AGAIN! Pinch me I'm dreaming, again! Looking at the six of you there, it's like I'm looking at some kind of fantasy Amazon army. Valkyries maybe. With the exception of Brenda, all of you are just so damned tall. Right around six feet - I hear that's the height of all the supermodels. That alone is so amazing. And Brenda, you may not be that tall, but you more than make up for it in other ways. You know what this is like? This is like some kind of sexiest women of the world All Star team." He again conspicuously failed to mention Brenda's cum-drenched appearance.

Alan was just speaking his mind, but the words buttered up all the females and got them in the mood for the game. Most of them preened and posed, and thrust out their tits just like Brenda. Only Xania played it cool, and stood apart. Susan brought out the wine and liquor - she considered it part of her motherly duties to make sure Brenda and especially Xania got drunk to guarantee that Alan could have his way with them.

However, now there was an awkwardness. The problem was Xania. Alan frankly had no idea how she'd respond once things started to get really sexual. On one hand he'd fucked her not long after meeting her, so he figured she was amenable to sexual games. Furthermore, she wasn't blinking an eye at Brenda's strange appearance. But on the other hand she was dressed quite formally, and had a very formal manner. The others had no idea that she'd had sex with him (except for Katherine, who'd been there and took part).

He pulled Xania aside and said, "Before we start, can I speak to you for a minute?"

She readily agreed and the two of them walked into another room to speak in complete privacy.

Alan immediately said, "Xania, it's good to see you, but I'm confused. Are you here as a psychiatrist, or just a social visit, or what? What's this anthropologist angle?"

She gave a wry smile. "I'll let you guess what I'm doing."

"Now, Xania, we can't have that. It's too weird and no one will know how to act. Let me be bold with a proposal. I want to fuck you again, and I think you want to be fucked again or you wouldn't be here. Am I right?"

Xania didn't speak, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. Alan knew he was right.

He continued, "Here's my plan. Things are going to get sexual with the card game. Veeeery sexual. But I want you to pretend that you're disturbed by it all. Disturbed, but not so much to actually leave or force anyone to stop. And I'll slowly make more advances until I fuck you. How does that sound?"

Xania couldn't help but say, "Mister, you've got yourself a deal. Sounds fun, and I figured I'd have to do something like that anyways to keep up my psychiatrist role pretense. The truth is, I'm just here to have fun. Even real psychiatrists have fun I suppose. And looks like you're going to show me a real good time tonight."

"I am. You and Brenda. She's a real character. You may find it hard to take her seriously, but she's for real."

They started to walk back. "Care to explain why her face is dripping with cum? I assume it's some kind of punishment?"

Now Alan was being mischievous. "No. But I like how you took that in stride. Xania, I think you're my kind of person."

She was chagrined, because now she was even more curious about it, but couldn't ask since he said she took it in stride. But then another thought popped into her head. She suddenly grabbed his arm and whispered, "As long as we're telling secrets and making deals, I have a request. Susan conducted her entire psychiatric session with me topless. Said it made her feel more at ease. I've been thinking a lot about those lovely orbs since. You think you could hook me up with them?"

"Sure. No problem. And I know what you mean. They're always on my mind, too."

They reentered the living room where the others were. Xania announced with great seriousness, "I should tell you all what Alan and I just discussed." Alan was somewhat freaked out by that, thinking she really would discuss what he thought was a private conversation. But instead, she said, "I was just explaining to Alan why I'm here. I'm passing through town and hoped to visit my good friend Suzanne, and see all my new friends. I'm happy to unwind and play some cards. But at the same time, Suzanne tells me that you've developed some interesting traditions. As a psychiatrist, I'm fascinated by the Plummer family and would like to 'go native' as it were, and experience and observe one of your typical evenings. That's what I was attempting to explain earlier. So the bottom line is, don't mind me and just act as you always would."

Susan asked with some worry, "But Xania, this game gets kind of sexual. Well, to be honest, it's very sexual. Are you okay with that?"

Xania laughed that off. "Susan, believe you me, I've played a few harmless games of strip poker in my time. I don't mind a little bit of nudity if that allows me to see you all interact."

"But there's more than just a little bit of nudity. Look at Brenda. Don't you wonder what that white stuff on her face is?"

Xania walked up to Brenda and looked at her closely with a puzzled face, glad she could finally find out about it. "Yes. I was wondering. Just what IS that?"

Susan suddenly got much more nervous and defensive. "Uh, never you mind. I guess she spilled something. Brenda, I'll take you to the bathroom and help you lick that off. Um, I meant, wipe that off. Suzanne, are you ready to start the game?"

Susan didn't realize that Xania had already discovered that Brenda had Alan's cum on her face. The problem for Xania was that she still didn't know why it was left there. Yet she continued to show great patience and let the issue slide.

Suzanne took charge and addressed the whole group as they sat on couches around the coffee table in the living room. "As you all know, we're playing another game of strip poker. I've taken the liberty of coming up with some changes in the rules this time. First off, it's not fair that most of us wear so much while Brenda wears so little. Everyone pick out and wear four items, no more, no less. Of course that doesn't count the high heels, which are not part of the game and should be worn at all times. Xania, I'm glad to see you've got some seriously spiky heels on. Are those stilettos? Brenda, that still leaves you with two items less than everyone else, so we'll count the cum on your face as another item." She winked. "Speaking for myself, I'll be glad to help you take that item off."

Susan was disappointed that she couldn't help "clean up" Brenda's face after all, but she knew there'd be more fun opportunities once the game began. She raised her hand. "Can we go dress into something more sexy instead of just taking off some of these frumpy clothes?" She clearly was referring to her own outfit which was the kind of clothing she now only wore when going outside. She had it on to be respectful of Xania, but she figured that since Xania didn't mind the way Brenda looked, the sky was the limit.

Suzanne indicated yes. Susan and Katherine bolted off to their bedrooms. Even Suzanne and Amy got up and rummaged through their collection of clothes left in the underwear cabinet by the front door and changed as well.

When everyone reassembled, the place resembled a porn film shoot. But Susan clearly was the star of the show. She wasn't wearing any ordinary outfit, but was decked out as a sexy cow. Her outfit consisted of scraps of clothing in the black and white patchy pattern of cow skin, with a tight, revealing bikini top that held up and thrust out her tits, a bikini bottom, gloves that went up her upper arm, stockings that went up to her knees, and headgear with floppy cow ears. Additionally, she wore a cowbell around her neck.

She was positively glowing with happiness and pride and stared right at her son. "What do you think, Tiger? I know it isn't a fashion show night, but I couldn't keep this outfit in the closet any more. It's too exciting for me. I thought it might cheer you up on a bad day."

"Mom, it's awesome." He teased, "The only problem is, how can I suck your udders dry when you've got them all covered up like that?"

Susan shuddered in gleeful response and reflexively clutched at her tits.

"Okay, you two," Suzanne stepped in. "Stop before we have to get you a room. Don't worry, Alan, I don't think Susan is going to be wearing her top for long. Susan, that's actually much more than four items, but we'll count both gloves as one, and count your stockings with the panties. How's that?"

"Moooooo!" Susan replied, then giggled. Whenever she moved, for instance in a giggle that caused her tits to jiggle, the cowbell rang as well.

"All right. I'll take that as a yes." Suzanne couldn't help but crack a wide smile at Susan's cow-themed enthusiasm.

Xania asked, concerned, "Susan, do you want to discuss your cow fetish?"

"Not now. Tonight is the time for fun. Anyway, one reason I'm excited about this outfit is that it shows that I'm not the only one into the sex cow idea. There's a whole market for it."

Suzanne spoke to the whole group. "Let's get back to the rules. Now, I couldn't help but notice that last time we played everyone was trying to lose, not win. So the new rule is you get to take an item off if you win a hand instead of if you lose. And dares will now be between the winner and whoever the winner chooses. Since Alan was stubbornly trying to win last time and keep his clothes on, the rules are reversed for him. He now has to take an item off if he has the lowest hand. If he wins the hand, he gets to order a dare involving whomever he wants, regardless of how many pieces of clothing he still has on or who came in second. That way, everyone will now try their best instead of their worst. Sound good?" Everyone liked the rule changes.

Xania asked, "What's a dare?" She sipped on a rum and Coke.

Suzanne replied, "You'll find out when we come to it. It's more fun that way."

But Suzanne added a few more wrinkles. "And another thing. Last time we did this, we kept Alan without satisfaction a long time before Susan finally was able to help him out with some penis tending. This time, we'll take turns pleasuring him from the very start. Brenda, since you were such a good, obedient girl earlier, and you appear dressed for the occasion, I'll let you go first. You can unzip his fly now."

Brenda didn't need to be told twice, and her hands flew to his crotch.

Suzanne continued, "But give him a very slow, relaxed stroking so he feels good but doesn't ejaculate. If you do it right, you can keep him on the edge for hours like we did for most of the day today. Around here we call it a stealth stroking. But the honors of who gets to actually get him off and drink his cum will hopefully be decided through dares in the game.

"Oh. And one last thing. In deference to our new friend Xania, we don't want things to get too out of hand. So if anyone violates a game rule, then the game is immediately over for everyone. That means that when a dare is over, it's over. Not like Amy and Katherine who kept going on their kissing dare for half the evening last time. Plus, Alan has a lot of homework to do and we all have to get some sleep, so the game can only last a maximum of three hours, starting from now. I'm going to set an alarm for midnight so we don't forget. Oh yeah. And you'll all remember from last week that Brenda said she didn't want to do any lesbian stuff. She's very much changed her mind about that, haven't you, pet?"

Brenda meekly nodded as she started to get a good stroking rhythm on Alan's penis. The others were amazed all over again at the change in personality that had come over the formerly fiery woman.

Suzanne added, "Yes, Brenda's quite new to it all, and we all know what a good kisser she is, but Susan and I can attest that she's already showing a lot of promise as a carpet muncher too."

Susan asked Xania with some concern, "Xania, you don't mind our frank language, and all the jacking off and cocksucking that's going to take place?"

"Susan, thanks for asking, but I'm here to observe and learn. With my specialty in sex therapy, I'm more than fascinated. It's like this house has a culture of its own when it comes to sex, like an entirely different society. The rest of us may have something to learn from you all." She kept her face stern and serious. Then she continued, "Although, I am a bit surprised to see what Katherine is already wearing. Is that typical of your daily appearance?"

All eyes flew to Katherine. Her outfit at first hadn't appeared so remarkable, though it would have been extremely unusual in the outside world. An unusual white satin top covered her arms, the tops of her boobs (but not from just below the nipples downwards), and not much else. But what obviously caught Xania's eye was the skirt. It was so short that in the position Katherine was now sitting, the fact that she'd shaved her bush was completely apparent to all.

Suzanne answered, "That looks like approximately four items to me. There's no rule around here stating that one's cunt needs to be covered, and in fact more often than not we're flaunting our cunts for Alan. If that makes you uncomfortable, you should probably leave now."

Xania only responded by asking, "Have you always called it a cunt?"

Suzanne considered. "No. We used to call it a 'pussy' but I suppose we started using 'cunt' last week. It sounds better. Any more questions?"

"Sorry. I'll stop asking so much." She continued to furtively stare at Katherine's crotch.

Katherine raised her hand, and in fact turned a bit and spread her legs to expose more of her pussy. Suzanne called on her. "I have an idea. I suggest that Alan help take all our clothing off when the time comes. It'll be more sexy that way. We walk over to where he's getting jacked off and present our tits or ass or whatever, and he undoes the straps or pulls the item off."

Alan liked that, but Xania objected. Posing as a prude, she complained, "I'm playing too. What if Alan tries groping me while he does that?"

Katherine replied flippantly, "Xania, shit happens. Are you going to try to be one of us and do like the Romans in Rome, or what?"

Xania meekly agreed, but complained, "Boy, you'd think this whole place revolves around sexually pleasing Alan at all hours of the day and night."

Amy happily replied, "It does!" Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Brenda all nodded in solemn agreement. Even the modest Alan couldn't disagree.

CHAPTER 10

The strip poker game got rolling, and played out much as it had the week before. The card rounds flew by as fast as possible, since everyone was eager to get naked, and there was a time limit to be aware of as well.

Xania seemed game to play, and played her cards ably. That meant her clothes started coming off. She drank quite copiously. She could easily hold her alcohol, but she figured a perception of drunkenness could serve as a cover for when she later planned to "break down" and get more sexual. She asked a lot of questions about activities in the Plummer house, and was honestly surprised at some of the answers. For instance, she could scarcely believe that a succession of females had really stroked Alan's penis most of the afternoon and evening. She couldn't talk much to Susan though, because Susan liked to respond to all questions with one "mooo" for a yes and two "mooos" for a no.

It wasn't long before things began to get interesting. Brenda naturally was the first to lose her top, since she had nothing to lose but that and her panties. Once her top was gone, it seemed she focused more of her attention on pressing her tits into Alan and jacking him off than paying attention to her cards.

Brenda didn't do a proper job of tending Alan's penis, because she couldn't help but pleasure him far too enthusiastically, and she was concentrating on his penis to the exclusion of the game. Had it not been for the fact that winning would allow her to take off her panties, she wouldn't have bothered with her cards at all. Everyone was excited, but she clearly was the most excited of the bunch.

The females wanted to expose their boobs to the tit-hungry Alan as soon as possible, and it wasn't that hard to do since Xania was the only one wearing a bra. Before long, Katherine, Suzanne, and Brenda were topless, while Xania was down to her bra. Despite the growing nakedness, they all played the game quite seriously. Virtually all of them were strong natural competitors, and there was a great desire to win just to be number one. Suzanne in particular played the game seriously and occasionally got annoyed when things would get so sexual that the game would stop.

Brenda then won another hand, and she elected to have the cum taken off of her face, since she'd been told that was an item. She considered letting Susan or Suzanne do the licking honors, and ultimately went with Suzanne since she was strongly attracted to Suzanne's more commanding manner. Suzanne lovingly licked her clean while the game continued. The others looked to Xania for a reaction, and Xania convincingly made appalled and agitated faces. Brenda was left completely cum-free, which would turn out to be an extremely rare exception for her appearance that evening.

A few more rounds passed with more clothing removed. Alan then won a hand, which for him always meant a dare. His first goal was to replace Brenda's hands on his penis, due to her overenthusiasm. He announced, "Okay, Xania, it's time for a dare, and you're gonna learn first hand what one is. The winner gets to pick an activity for someone else to do. So I'm going to ask for you to stroke my cock."

Xania convincingly blushed. "But... But that's not just strip poker! That's practically sex. You don't really expect me to do that, do you?"

"Brenda was just doing it. As we explained, everyone else was doing it before the game. If you want to 'live like the Joneses' around this house, you've got to do it too. Shouldn't the game rules be the same for you as everyone else?"

"Well, I don't know!" Xania looked flustered. But then she gave in. "Okay, fine. I should have known what I was getting into when I came here and agreed to the rules. But really, this is the limit. What do I have to do?"

Alan commanded, "Come here and wrap those dainty fingers around my cock. Think you can handle that?"

"Of course I can! It's not like I'm a prude. Geez. Now please just tell me how I do this jacking off thing? I haven't really done it before." Xania was really hamming up the innocent angle while maintaining her stern appearance. Even Suzanne was puzzled by where Xania was going with her act, though she knew Xania had to be acting for some reason.

Brenda was holding Alan's penis, so she placed Xania's hands where hers had been and explained what to do. "First, hold it in your hand lovingly. Cradle it with care and tenderness, like you're holding a new born baby. Don't get too frantic though, because we need to keep his erection going. Just stroke it lightly, like you're petting a cat. Good."

Everyone watched and nodded approvingly as Xania seemed to be getting the hang of it. Brenda then suddenly pulled Xania's bra down so it hung just under her tits. "What's that for?" Xania asked as she tried to pull her bra back up, but Brenda kept a hold of it and forced it down.

Brenda explained, "As penis tender, don't feel like you have to limit yourself to his penis. A big part of the job is rubbing your tits up against him at every opportunity, so keep the bra down. And don't feel like you have to sit next to him exclusively. I like to sit on one of his legs and slide up and down it, rubbing my cunt juices all over the top of his knee. Be creative, but just don't get so outrageous that you make him cum."

Xania looked around like everyone was insane, especially Brenda. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I agreed to follow the rules. So I'll try." She sat next to Alan and jacked him off while pressing her tits into his arm and even his chest. She kept the bra down and secretly hoped that she could win another hand to get rid of it altogether.

After Brenda was forced to stop rubbing Alan, she took to masturbating herself even before she lost all of her clothing. One of the rules from the first week was no fingers in pussies until game dares dictated that, but Brenda satisfied herself well enough by repeatedly pulling up on her own panties. Alan found it a bit unnerving that all the while she stared at him intently, making him too self-conscious to look her in the face for long. Luckily, it wasn't her face that he was most interested in looking at anyway.

The game continued. Every few minutes, another woman would walk up to Alan and present him with a side of their body so he could remove their clothes. Since there were so few items of clothes to begin with, he dealt almost entirely with asses, pussies, and tits. After taking off each item of clothing, he'd spend a long time fondling. As the women weren't allowed to finger themselves, they were extremely grateful for his touch, and he generally set them off like firecrackers.

Xania was the most fun. When she lost her bra and while she continued to jack him off, he made quick work of the bra and then spent a long time fondling her impressive tits. What made it fun was the way she protested, with almost, but not quite, over-the-top comments like, "Well, I never!" "How dare you!" "Don't take advantage of a drunk woman," and "Stop that right now!" Even her grunts and moans were extra sexy because of the way she made it sound like she was being violated against her will. Both she and Alan shared a secret, and keeping the secret made it all that much more fun.

Once Alan started fondling Xania's tits he never really stopped, and in fact he roamed his hands all over her except when another woman was presented to him for more clothing removal. Xania continued to protest, saying things like, "Won't your raging hormones ever calm down?" "Haven't you had enough of me?" and "There? Touch me anywhere but there!"

She also made comments that sounded more like psychological advice, such as, "Susan, I think you're far too permissive. You're giving Alan a complete run of the place, and of your bodies. And now my body! Oh!" The "oh" was because Alan chose that moment to stick a finger up Xania's ass. She responded to that with, "I'm afraid Alan has an anal fixation." He put his fingers in Xania's mouth, and she exclaimed, "He has an oral fixation, too!" Then he put his fingers up her pussy, and she cried out even more desperately, "And he especially has a cuntal fixation!"

The new word "cuntal" got a lot of laughs. The other women, even Brenda, took Xania's "suffering" in stride because they'd all been in her shoes already.

Alan soon won his second dare. He announced, "This is going to be an unusual dare. Sis, I order you to do whatever you'd like to Mom's tits, and keep doing it. The unusual part is that you can't stop. If you have to stop for whatever reason, which I imagine will be when you have to get up to change or to perform another dare, you have to assign someone else to take over. Just as I have various girls acting as penis tenders all night, Mom is going to have a her tit tenders."

Needless to say, Susan was delighted. She knew this was the fulfillment of Alan's promise earlier in the evening to "punish" her by having her passed around all the other women. Katherine got right on her task, and began licking and sucking. Unlike Alan's penis tending, there was no reason to go slow or hold back, so Susan's extremely sensitive tits got her very aroused very quickly.

Xania pointed out as Katherine began, "Susan, I recall reading that one could induce lactation by prolonged stimulation of the nipples. Yours are going to be stimulated for hours. I should warn you that if you do this night after night, you're liable to lactate."

Susan already knew that, and had been secretly hoping that would happen sooner or later. She said, "Xania, you don't have to warn me. I'd love it! My only concern is if Alan wants it." She looked significantly at her son.

All Alan said was, "Sis, you heard my dare. Please go to it." He turned and smiled at Susan.

She appeared about to burst, unable to deal with his enigmatic response.

So he clarified, "Mom, what son wouldn't love to get a glass of mother's milk straight from the source? That said, it sounds like a ton of fun in the short term, but it could be difficult in the long term. We've got to talk about what you want exactly and how feasible it is, but right now we have a game to play. Okay?"

Susan got up, crossed the room, and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Alan! You're open to the idea!" She went back to Katherine and dramatically presented her tits by thrusting them out at her. "Come on, Angel, let's get started. Really give those nipples a good work out!" For the rest of the evening she acted as if she expected to start lactating at any moment.

Xania meanwhile continued with her penis tending. After a while she got so into rubbing her tits all over his legs, arms, and chest that Alan took off his shirt and shorts so they could have more skin to skin contact. He pointed out however that taking off his clothes didn't mean that he'd lost them in the game. The only problem was how excited Xania was getting. She was beside herself with pleasure stroking his cock, and couldn't recall ever enjoying a mere handjob so much. Luckily, her various expressions and glasses again rescued her. Without the unfashionable glasses, she looked like the soft core porn actress that she was. With them, no matter what she was doing, she looked like the unknowingly sexy but heavily repressed librarian type. She reminded herself that all she had to do was keep frowning instead of smiling, and the others would still think that she was unwillingly suffering through the experience.

Another problem were her panties, the only item of clothing she still wore. They were getting seriously soaked, and she worried that would give away just how aroused she was. Luckily, she was nothing if not prepared. She'd anticipated this issue, and brought quite a few pairs of panties in her purse. Every now and then she retired to "powder her nose" and would change panties and otherwise clean up her appearance, keeping her much neater than everyone else, just like a repressed librarian type would be expected to look.

Alan got on a winning streak. For his second dare, he ordered Brenda to stuff a vibrator up his mother's pussy, just to make sure that Susan wouldn't call the game off for any reason, like she did the week before. Brenda was a quick learner. She had Susan hold her butt up as Suzanne made her do the week before, and she then took a long time pushing the dildo in and out and rubbing her hands all over Susan's butt and crotch before finally announcing the insertion job was done. She faced a lot of jokes from all the others about her opposition to lesbianism, as it was clear now that she was getting into girl on girl action as much as anybody. There was also quite a lot of cowbell ringing, and it kept going from the moment Susan had the vibrator to contend with.

Suzanne called for the game to continue, but Brenda didn't hear the call. She was having too much fun continually plowing the dildo in and out of Susan's pussy. Suzanne repeated in a firm tone, "Brenda, the game. Can you hear me? Come back to the game, now."

"Yes, Mary." Brenda muttered. She finally stopped moving the dildo and turned back to the table.

"Who's Mary?" Suzanne asked.

Brenda got very red. "Sorry. Um, that's my mother's name."

Suzanne thought for a moment. "Brenda, is your mother cute and big-titted like you are?"

Brenda blushed even more and placed a hand on her pussy lips. It seemed that even the mention of her mother was making her incredibly aroused. "Yes, she is. She was. She passed away when I was a teenager." As soon as she got back to the table she began frigging herself, imagining the others couldn't tell because her hands were below the table edge. But everyone could easily figure it out from her arm motions.

A light bulb went off in Suzanne's head. She spoke her thoughts. "Hmm. I think I understand now why you said you disliked lesbianism so much but actually enjoy it so much. And why you're attracted to other big-titted women like Susan and myself. And one reason why the idea of incest with your son turns you on so much. It all fits!"

Xania was fascinated, and followed up on the idea. "You have an intense, unrequited lust for your mother. It was buried deep down, but now it's all coming out. You see Susan and Suzanne as mother replacements. Now you see that you can fulfill your mother fantasies, don't you? Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" Brenda cried out confessionally. Her hand meanwhile was working on her clit and pussy like never before. "It's true!"

Xania continued calmly, in complete contrast to Brenda's desperate gasps. "But why your intense feelings for Alan?"

Brenda gasped, "My mother... She... She... She was strict. Control... Controlling... Dom.. Do-Dominating... Headed family... And Adrian..."

Suzanne took up the idea. "So. You see Alan as the head of this family, and want him to dominate you?"

Brenda nodded frantically while attacking her privates.

Suzanne added, "And it seems her feelings for her own son Adrian are tied up with Alan somehow. Is that right?" Brenda was too involved in an impeding orgasm to answer, but Suzanne thought the frantic wobbling of her head was an attempt at a nod. "Xania, when we first met her Brenda had completely repressed all this, and even denied being attracted to women in the slightest degree. Now it's all come exploding out of her in the past couple card games. No wonder her feelings are so intense."

Xania agreed. "I'd guess no one in her adult life ever tried to sexually dominate her and release all these buried feelings. Alan, it seems the more you push her around, the more she's going to lust after you."

Alan rolled his eyes. "Oh great. Brenda even hornier than she is now. Is such a thing possible? As it is, all she even does is shake and leak and scream."

It seemed like Brenda was trying her best to prove his point. Everyone watched while Brenda threw back her head and came with a tremendously loud scream. Only after she recovered was the game able to continue.

Alan won the next round and chose to give a vibrator to Suzanne. He said, "Get on all fours Suzanne, and then spread your legs as wide as they can go. Brenda, I want you to get behind Suzanne, and push a dildo into her. But first prepare the way with your tongue." Brenda took her time preparing the way, sticking her tongue far up Suzanne's vagina, and then "accidentally" put the dildo in the wrong hole up her butt a few times before driving it deep into Suzanne's pussy.

Suzanne used to be a cheerleader and gymnast, and she could spread her legs about as wide as legs could possibly go. In fact, Suzanne flaunted her flexibility and raised and lowered her ass in her extended position as if doing push-ups. The sight of Suzanne with her legs spread so amazingly wide and Brenda rubbing her tits all over Suzanne's ass was too much for Alan (Brenda knew how much everyone loved her tits, and now rubbed them against just about anyone or anything nearby).

Alan felt his balls tightening and his cum boiling to escape. He announced to Xania, "Suck it!"

Xania protested, "That's not part of the rules!"

But Alan forcefully replied, "It is now," and shoved her head down onto his penis.

In fact, Xania wanted nothing more than to blow him, and Alan knew that or he wouldn't have acted so roughly. Once she got near the penis head, she eagerly closed the distance, and started to suck with a passion.

Alan gave a sheepish shrug, as if to say to the others "I couldn't help myself," but the others saw the eager way Xania gobbled up his penis, and needed no explanation. They'd been filled with that same cocksucking need many times before. In fact, everyone was so excited by Alan's "It is now" aggressiveness, that the no masturbating one's own pussy rule suddenly flew out the window. Most all of the females were close to climax already from the building excitement all evening long, and now that they started to touch themselves, the entire room exploded with one screaming orgasm after another. There was so much screaming that one could hardly hear Susan's cowbell. Brenda was the loudest, and even outscreamed Amy. She arched her back backwards and shook her tits for all they were worth while she pulled on her clit. Her tits bounced in every direction like a stacked, naked jogger on a brisk run.

Xania, too, let loose with a great climax, right as she felt Alan's cum hit the back of her throat. She too was amazed at how arousing Alan's forcefulness was. She'd been with many aggressive men, but this was different. They were all natural assholes, whereas Alan was the epitome of kindness, so his rough behavior was ten times more shocking and arousing.

She had a multiple orgasm the likes of which she had rarely experienced, despite her vast number of sexual encounters over the years with men and women. However, when she pulled back and opened her eyes, she found that Alan had taken his penis out of her mouth halfway through his climax. She was so far gone with a climax that hit her all over but especially in the pussy that she hadn't even noticed.

Alan did it because he felt like he was "in the zone" and wanted to show everyone just how big his loads were lately.

Xania was amazed and stared incredulously. She exclaimed, "You filled my mouth, and then it's all over your hand and on my face! Good thing I'm wearing glasses! Jesus! That's double the normal load, at least!"

"That's my boy," Susan said like the proud mother that she was. She added a trifle smugly, "If you want to learn about our 'unique culture' as you put it, you just got your most valuable lesson right there."

Xania stuck her tongue out to help demonstrate to herself and others just how much cum Alan had deposited because her tongue was drowning in his cum as well. Alan was struck by just how tremendously large her tongue seemed to be. He couldn't get a great look, but he guessed she had the largest tongue he'd ever seen. He wished to get up close and personal with it later.

She was so aroused that she wanted to keep going to even higher heights. She saw that his penis was still dribbling out cum in little spurts. She gulped forward and swallowed Alan's penis straight out of his hand. She felt like she didn't want to take Alan's penis out of her mouth ever again until she could see, feel, and taste another load like that. She kept sucking despite his rapidly growing flaccidness.

Alan finally had to insist and practically pull her head away. He pointed out that his penis was quite sensitive and momentarily sore.

CHAPTER 11

Xania looked up at the others, worried that her act of supposed prudishness was now probably blown. The others looked at her with bemused expressions while she straightened herself out and wiped off the cum dribbling down her cheek. She made sure to wipe her cum-soaked fingers up into her mouth.

Katherine spoke a bit teasingly. "So, Xania. What was that about not wanting to suck his cock?"

"I'll admit I was carried away for a moment there. But it won't happen again, I can assure you." She tried to be prudish again and it appeared to be working largely due to her bespectacled, stern appearance. "I found that extremely undignified. I don't know what you all see is so great about cocksucking."

Katherine smirked. "Yeah, right." She and the others assumed that Xania was gradually succumbing to her lust while futilely fighting it. She pointed at Brenda. "If you want to see undignified, look at her."

Brenda appeared lost in her own little world. While the others had cum and then recovered, Brenda appeared to be still frigging herself, and still going strong. She'd ripped her G-string styled bikini bottom after yanking it up into her pussy lips one too many times, and now it hung uselessly to the side while she lay sprawled out on the floor. Four fingers of one hand were completely lost somewhere up her pussy while her other hand played with one of her gigantic tits. But that hand had just been in her pussy too, and elsewhere, and wherever the hand wandered it left a trail of pussy juice. Her tits in particular were shining with slick juices from her incredibly copious and constant discharge of cum. It seemed that her tits too had shot off their own trails of cum judging from the dribbles flowing from her nipples, though everyone else had been too busy with their own orgasms to see it.

Suzanne again tried to bring order. "Brenda, we're all done cumming now and want to return to the game. Can you join us? We're back to enforcing the no-touching-your-pussy rule. ... Heeellll-oooo? Brenda?"

Brenda eventually came around. "Oh. Sorry. Um, can I go get cleaned up?"

"No. And you just lost the last of your clothes. Now let's get back to the game."

"How about me? Can I clean off my face and glasses?"

"No," Suzanne said firmly. That seemed to cause a large groan of joy in Brenda. "That'll get licked up in due course. Someone should win all that cum in a dare. Who's turn to deal? Oh, and who gets to be the next penis tender? And who's the tit tender now?"

Susan's tits had been constantly fondled so far by a wide variety of hands and mouths, just as Alan had hoped. The only exception was Xania, due to her continuing penis tending duties. That was ironic, since she was the one who specifically asked Alan to get her hands on Susan's tits.

Everyone took a short snack break. Xania chatted with Alan briefly. They didn't really know each other, and she wanted to get to know him better. She wore her glasses on her forehead so the cum stains on one of her lenses wouldn't block her view. She asked, "So, how's your six treatments coming along?"

"Six treatments? ... Oh. THAT. You mean my six climaxes a day requirement. Well, truth be told, I don't think about that much any more. I realized I was obsessing and stressing about how many climaxes I have a day. I kind of make a point not to think about it now. If you look around this party and see all the lovely women here, I think you can see that getting enough climaxes is not a problem for me. I figure I'm averaging about six or seven a day, and if I get more or less, it all washes out in the end."

"That sounds like a good attitude. May I ask how you've fared so far today?"

"Let's see. You're wearing only my fourth load today, now that I think about it. I'm usually at about six by this late hour, but I've been saving up for tonight's game, not to mention the face pummeling I got at school knocking me off of my usual game. But there's also the issue of quality over quantity, as my nurse said prolonged stimulation is key. Today I've just been stroked and stroked for hours."

"Has it been helping?" Xania found it difficult to talk normally with the feeling of warm cum hanging off of her cheeks, chin, and nose.

Again, Alan was confused. He and the others had long nearly forgotten the supposed medical point of all the orgasms. "Oh. You mean fixing my energy and tiredness. No, not really. Not yet. But when you think about it, I've only been at it less than two months. It probably takes a lot longer than that to see results."

Xania put her hand to his face and gingerly caressed his bruises on his cheeks and nose. "You want to talk to me about your school problems? You just got these wounds today? I'm happy to talk to you about anything, anytime, free of charge. We could do it in an informal way right here."

"I'd love that, but the game's going to start again in a minute. Tonight is a time for fun. You have your overnight bags. Will you be around tomorrow? Why don't we talk tomorrow? I actually have a lot to get off of my mind."

Xania nodded. "Sure. Glad to help."

When the group reassembled, it seemed that most all the females had various forms of "accidental" rips in their clothes too that "forced" them to play the rest of the game naked if they weren't naked already. Some also went to the bathroom with clothes on and came out with the clothes mysteriously gone. The end result was that the only clothing left post-break was Xania's panties, Amy's panties (she was very honest and didn't cheat even in this type of situation), and Alan's T-shirt and shorts, which he had back on again. Nobody cared about the cheating, especially since the adult women were all getting quite drunk (the teenagers were only allowed one drink apiece since they had school the next morning).

Alan sat out a hand. He ordered Xania to take over as Susan's tit tender, now that she had the chance. Both she and Susan were very happy about that. With Xania's cum-soaked face practically in Susan's, Susan couldn't wait for the game to determine who'd win the cum prize, and she just licked it off herself. Meanwhile Alan left it up to the cards to determine who would be the next penis tender.

Suzanne won, which meant she took over handjob duties. She was so happy that she clapped her hands in glee and taunted the others, both verbally and flashing her cards around. "Look at those cards! Would you look at those cards? Face! Who's your daddy? Ha!"

Suddenly she got sheepish, and thought, What's happening to me? God, I'm getting close to losing it again. It's this competitive environment. I need to be the one who remains in control and who knows what kind of opportunities will arrive this evening for me to advance my position, if I just stay sober enough from my lustful high to exploit them. Calm. Breathe. Count to ten...

But Suzanne was drunk on alcohol and lust. Her attempts to stay calm didn't last long. Soon Alan was hard again, and she took on her penis tending role with great gusto. She thought she'd done most everything sexually she could do, but she did something she'd never done before. She stroked his penis in very long strokes with both hands from top to bottom, and with each stroke she exaggeratedly lifted and dropped her entire body in time to the strokes. The chief effect was to cause her tits to bounce nearly as wildly as Brenda's had done a short while earlier (in fact, that's where she got the idea). She sat on Alan's knee (taking Brenda's suggestion and doing something else new), so her tits were constantly bouncing inches from Alan's face and repeatedly slapping into his chest. She'd never done this kind of thing before because it seemed so juvenile and undignified to her, but she didn't care any more. She just knew it was fun, and Alan liked it, even if it made intelligent card playing nearly impossible for the both of them.

Now that most of the clothing was gone, almost every hand resulted in a dare. Alan still tended to win most hands, despite the fact that everyone was trying equally to win. His victories were all the more remarkable considering the way Suzanne frantically jacked him off and shook her tits all over his face. He was simply a very good card player. He used his dares to hand out vibrators like candy, so everyone could be enjoying themselves all the time, even when they weren't part of a dare. Everyone got one except Brenda, since she so clearly didn't need it.

Xania was the last one to get a vibrator. She of course put on a big show of protesting. "Alan, how immature. You expect me to put this thing inside my most private place? I'm telling you I most certainly will NOT do it. I draw the line here."

He replied, "I don't expect YOU to do it. Come over here." As an aside, he said to Suzanne, "Stop bouncing for a sec."

Xania walked over, holding a vibrator that Amy had just given her. Alan grabbed the vibrator and yanked her panties all the way down her legs. Then, holding onto her hip with one hand, shoved the vibrator in her pussy with the other. She was so wet that it slid in easily.

She said in a quiet voice, "Oh." She wiggled her hips around, and then with a bit more pleasant surprise in her voice, repeated, "Oh. ... Oh my." She sat with her legs closed as much as possible and both hands over her groin, trying to keep some dignity.

But Alan said, "What are you hiding there? Did you know that's the Mr. Excitement dildo in you? It's becoming something of a family heirloom. Sit up on the couch and spread your legs. Let's see what you have there."

Xania did what he asked, even as she mumbled, "This is so demeaning." In fact, she purposely sat up on her heels and spread her knees wide, presenting an even more lewd sight that Alan had hoped for. The Mr. Excitement dildo, actually a vibrator, whirred and twirled on its own.

Alan went back to his usual couch. "Now, who's my current penis tender? Ah. Yes. Suzanne. Hold on a minute. The sight of Xania here has me on the verge."

He said to Xania, "You lose your panties as punishment for being insolent." Then he turned to his girlfriend on another couch. "Amy, sorry you haven't won in a while. Please take your panties off too so we can finally be all naked." He didn't mention that he still had clothes. He liked that because somehow his clothes made the nakedness of the women seem that much more naked in comparison. That's the reason he put them back on, even the (unzipped) shorts.

Amy blithely answered, "M'kay!" She stood up, shucked her panties off, and then did a brief celebratory handstand. Alan's penis again lurched dangerously, and he wondered if it would ever calm down enough for Suzanne to resume rubbing in the face of so much visual stimulation.

Suzanne spoke to Xania with some derision, as she knew her friend wasn't a real psychiatrist. "So, great doctor, tell me what you learned right there."

Xania remained wriggling around in her position up on the couch, as if testing for the first time how it felt to be stuffed with a vibrator. Her face showed great lust every time the vibrator did something unexpectedly pleasurable. She muttered, "Uh, I learned that it's good to listen to Alan. He knows things."

Katherine commented, "Damn straight. Xania, you should correct that to: it's good to obey Alan." She turned to her brother. "But she'll know that by the end of the evening, won't she, Big Steam Train Locomotive Brother?"

"Uh, let's play another round," he answered modestly. But then he got an idea. "Wait. Now that you're all naked, this is a moment I've been waiting for all evening. I figure this is probably a once in a lifetime collection of voluptuous bodies. In particular the tits shown here tonight will probably never be equaled. I absolutely have to get a camera to record this for posterity! Aims, can you go get a camera from upstairs?"

"M'kay."

"No, wait. Let me get it. I shouldn't get used to having other people do things like that for me. It's bad enough for my ego the way I'm treated like a king on sexual things. I'll be back in a jiff."

Alan went upstairs, and as he did so he thought, As if doing one minor errand somehow makes me more humble. The fact is, too much adoration can be a bad thing, though I never would have imagined that. Well, one small step begins here. I'm really going to have to redouble my efforts to stay me and not fall to the dark side. Honestly, this time.

He came back downstairs with a digital camera as well as a camcorder. He set the video up so that it recorded the entire area where they all sat, and then he left it alone. Then he picked up the camera and had all the females mug and pose cheesecake-style while he took their pictures. All the females groped each other and said sexual things. For instance, Katherine said, "Brother, can you bring your zoom lens over here? I have an extreme close up shot for you."

Suzanne said, "No, Sweetie. Over here. I've got an even closer close up. In fact, you'll have to put your zoom lens right into a hole."

Amy wasn't great at verbal interplay, but she pouted, "I want his zoom lens too!"

Xania couldn't help but ham it up a bit too in the ways she posed, though she kept her mouth shut so as to not completely blow her prudish persona.

Alan took quite a few pictures in quick succession. He thought to himself, I should be documenting these magical weeks more thoroughly. At least I'll have these pictures to jack off to, if everything goes horribly wrong from here on out. I still have this uneasy feeling and a black eye to remind me that there's a good reason to feel that way. ... Ah, but stop being so gloomy. Just look at these six babes!

The women touching each other all over put everyone in the mood for more girl on girl action. Actually, it had already started before the photo session. Xania kept fondling Susan's tits with great enthusiasm whenever they were sent her way, and if it wasn't her, someone else was enjoying them. More importantly, Alan hadn't won all the dares so far. Katherine won one dare, and ordered Susan to play with Brenda's tits, since she wasn't allowed to order herself to do so. Suzanne won a dare and ordered Katherine to do the same to Brenda.

It seemed that just about everyone wanted to play with Brenda, and fondle Brenda's big tits and the rest of her nearly impossibly perfect body. Brenda might have been in trouble if she had a dildo in her as she did last week, because without one she was cumming more fluid than the next two most leaky women combined, and she was nearly senseless from a never-ending series of orgasms. She drooled without caring most of the time, and it practically seemed she was mentally unhinged, she was so completely controlled by her sexual desires.

She seemed to get more and more covered with cum as the evening went on. The others liked that, and no one even tried to clean her up for the photo session. Some enjoyed wiping their hands through the large puddle in Brenda's seat and then wipe it all over her skin, which of course only got her even more covered as the evening went on. Her cum was rather thick and hung on her more like a man's cum than the typically more watery female juices. As a result, it looked like Alan had shot his seed over her skin time and time again.

So far no one had involved Xania in any touching dare, not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't know how she'd react. It was up to Alan to break the ice. He won the next hand and promptly said, "Amy, I want you and Xania to fondle each other and kiss on the lips." He picked Amy for her non-threatening, easy going ways because not even Alan knew how Xania would react to a bisexual situation.

Xania loved being with women almost as much as men, but she also loved continuing her prudish game. She stood up, and with the vibrator sticking a few inches out of her pussy and rotating, she proclaimed, "Alan, you really go too far this time! That's one thing I cannot do."

Surprisingly, Susan spoke up before Alan could. She said very firmly, "Xania, you are a guest in our house this evening. We have been very hospitable and all we ask in return is that you obey the house rules. And those are very simple. For a big-titted, gorgeous babe such as yourself, you must obey any and all of Alan's sexual wishes. Right now he expects you to engage in some heavy lesbian action with his nicely top-heavy girlfriend, and I expect you to do so. Now."

Everyone was surprised by Susan's authoritative tone and words. No one expected it, and an awkward silence prevailed.

Xania too was surprised. She finally replied, "Sorry, Susan. I didn't realize it means that much to you. Since you feel so strongly about it, I will reluctantly agree since I made that promise at the beginning. But I reserve the right to say no if I want to."

Susan put her foot down even harder. "Xania, you agreed to play this game and follow the game's rules. You will follow this game to the end. Period."

Xania didn't reply because an eager and smiling Amy sidled up behind her and, with a happy "Boo!," kissed her square on the lips. Amy was relentless. While continuing to kiss, she mashed her tits into Xania in the most arousing ways, and grabbed the vibrator sticking partly out of Xania's pussy and thrust it in and out. With her other hand she reached behind Xania and plunged a finger into her asshole. That drove Xania over the edge. She completely forgot about her prudish acting and fell onto a couch, taking Amy with her. She grabbed the vibrator in Amy and reciprocated. The two of them became a blur of activity until finally they both climaxed at the same time.

Sated, Xania pulled away and again put on her act. She looked around as if in great confusion, and then genuinely blushed when everyone else clapped for her performance. She stammered, "I... I don't... I don't know what came over me. ... I've never done that before with a woman."

Katherine was quick to frame that. "Xania, what did I tell you? You obey Alan's commands and you feel incredibly good. It's that simple. Is there any wonder why we all freely give our bodies to him, to do whatever he desires? ... I see you still show confusion. Don't worry. You'll learn."

Xania thought to herself, Wow. She makes sense. Just let Alan take over. It sounds so easy. Just lay back and let Alan bring on the cum. All acting aside, I'm seriously getting into this. This family has more fun in one evening than I do in a month, and that's saying a lot because I make it a goal to have a hell of a lot of fun. I feel like I'm being brainwashed into a cult, and yet I'm loving it. What is it about this situation that's so alluring?

She looked around at everyone. Ironically, I don't think Alan has much to do with it. The same thing could have happened to anyone in his shoes, though he seemed to have coped remarkably well. It's the other women. How did such a group of complete nymphos ever manage to get together? Life is going to be one non-stop orgy now that these women are all turned on, and it just so happens that Alan gets all the luck. The sense of competition between these beauties is amazing and exhilarating. I can feel it in the air. Even in Hollywood parties I usually feel like top dog, the hottest woman there, but I look around at these women and I feel like I'm the ugliest of the lot. It makes me want to prove myself, and show that I'm the best. I have to please Alan the most and make him cum so hard. I just have to. Then I'll feel so good too; so proud of myself. This is psychologically interesting. I really should become a psychiatrist. I love this kind of analysis, now that I've started to think about these things. ... But even fully knowing the processes going on, I still really, really want to get fucked by Alan! How bizarre is that?

Not only that but, even more bizarrely, there's a real sense of wholesomeness to all this sex. Back in L.A., everything is so seedy. With the power games and the drugs and the name checking, fuck, it gets so tiring. Every guy is more vain, egotistical, and blow dried in more ways than one than the last. Whereas this feels like a tight-knit family playing a game like Monopoly or Scrabble, except it's a highly erotic strip poker game. I mean, look at Amy, and how she's just so infectiously fun. Even the competitive spirit in the air is like a fun competition instead of a vicious, stab your friend in the back kind of thing. I LIKE these people!

I wish I didn't live so far away, because I could get used to these games. I imagine my psychiatrist persona will be pretty shot by the end of the evening, but that's a good thing, because my cover wasn't actually blown, it's just changing and fitting reality better. They'll see me as a prudish doctor who's discovered sex in a big way, which will allow me to have more and more sex with them in the future. Plus, hopefully I can morph into a sex advisor and all around therapist for these people, which is what I want to do. In fact, I've been loving advising Suzanne and the Plummers so much that I could see a whole career as a therapist if I just didn't have to get a degree and all those other damn qualifications. Who'd want to hire a little known soft porn actress for a serious job?

The game continued. Amy won the next dare, and seeing Suzanne flagging in her penis tending energy, she ordered Katherine to take over jacking off duties. After that, Alan's penis changed hands more often as it tended to get involved in most of the dares. For instance, Katherine won the next dare and commanded Alan to rub Brenda's clit with the tip of his penis, which sent her into paroxysms of orgasms that surpassed all the ones she'd had up until that point. Brenda screamed, "Fuck me Alan! Fuck me!" but he had learned to control himself in this kind of situation, especially now that he knew of his mother's continuing (though diminished) jealousy of Brenda. He merely teased her clit, poked at her entrance, and groped at her tits. Brenda couldn't handle it, and passed out for what would not be the only time that evening.

Amy won a dare, and said, "I'd like Alan to lick Xania's pussy."

That went over really well. Katherine said triumphantly, "Stick a fork in her, folks, she's done." They all still thought Xania's willpower needed more breaking down, which in fact is why Amy made that dare.

Alan got to licking, and gave Xania a very competent tongue lashing, even while his penis continued to get stroked. It didn't compare with the best pussy licking performances, especially from women who usually knew what worked better than men did. But given the way Xania was already so horny, it gave her yet more climaxes.

She thought, This evening is going to go into my greatest evenings of all time list already, and Alan hasn't even fucked me yet. I can only hope! Not only that, but I take it back that anyone could have been in Alan's shoes and things would have been the same. He takes the whole thing to another level. This boy is extremely talented at sex! He's a natural.

Finally, Xania won a dare. She wasn't sure what to do with it. After a pause, she said with the detached air of a doctor despite the vibrator still working inside her, "I'm fascinated by the incestuous love in this family. Katherine and Susan, I order you two do to the most incestuous thing you can do short of getting fucked by Alan."

Katherine and Susan stood up and looked at each other. They didn't know what to do. Then Katherine whispered in her mother's ear. Susan moved the coffee table out of the way and pulled out an expandable couch to make a bed. Then Katherine lay down on top of her. They spread their legs in such a way that both their assholes were winking up towards Alan. Katherine spoke, "Mommy and Sister have a present for you, Big Brother. We thought we'd give you an anal sandwich. Who's ass will you take, or will you take both? Or will you just spank us for being bad, naughty little girls?"

Susan then spoke, "Oh, please son, regardless if you anally violate me or not, please spank me? Mommy has been so bad. She needs her little baby's strong hand to teach her and control her. Show Mommy who's boss around here. Take us up the ass and make your anal sluts beg for more!"

Xania spoke out loud, as if making a psychological diagnosis. She said in a dispassionate tone, "Interesting role reversal issues. I must say you two make up a very fascinating control fantasy. Why, I myself am growing extremely aroused imagining myself in your position. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm wishing Alan could whip me into line with his big cock."

Susan gave Xania an understanding and benign smile. "Xania, I'm glad to see that you're coming around. Sorry for being a little forceful earlier, but as a mother I can't help but be supportive of my Tiger and his insatiable sexual need. I hope you understand."

"Yes, I do. I've learned so much this evening. It's been a complete sexual awakening. I'm so glad I came." Xania thought, That last comment, definitely yes, but the first part is surprisingly true too. This has been a very educational and eye opening time. I really do want to be whipped into line with his cock, and I'm a complete dom! Is it just the intense competition making me act strangely?

While this conversation was going on, Alan examined the mother daughter duo. He thought, You know, it's just as much a pussy sandwich as an anal sandwich, since the holes are so close together. Dang, it's so tempting to go after any of those holes, especially the way they look right now, all sweaty and leaky. He laughed to himself. Of course, there's nothing really unusual about that, lately! Look. Their cunts are both slightly dilated, as if they need something to fill them, whereas those assholes look so tiny and hard to get in. Mother and sister are both my complete sexual - Oh God! I'm losing it!

He wanted to get up and double dip into his mother and sister's asses, but he couldn't make it that far. Katherine had gotten up from her penis tending duties to help make the anal sandwich, leaving Alan untended. Yet ironically, thanks to the visual stimulation, he finally started to cum at a very rare moment where there was no hand or mouth on his penis. Amy was sitting the closest to him, so he shouted, "Amy! Your mouth!"

Amy knew exactly what to do. She threw herself into his direction and had her mouth over his penis by the third rope.

Alan slumped down and just said, "Aaaah." He'd been too sexed out to even get up and anally fuck, and now he was even more tired than that. He said, "Time for another break, or I can't go on."

CHAPTER 12

Susan and her daughter remained on top of each other. Katherine pointed out, "What about your family anal sandwich? We're all lubed up and ready for a deep anal probe or two."

"Sis, I can't even stand, not after that climax. Amy's such a good cocksucker, I think she sucked my soul right out with the last of the jism. Tell you what. There aren't any penises around to help with the anal need right now, but you two clearly want a spanking as well. Xania and Brenda, why don't you two do the honors?"

Brenda reacted with horror to that suggestion. "Oh no, Alan. I could never spank another. I only deserve to get spanked myself."

"Okay. Whatever." Alan still didn't understand the level of Brenda's subservience. There was a lot going on to occupy his mind. "What about you, Xania?"

Xania fiddled with her glasses, the only item she still had on. "Well, I suppose I could try, in the spirit of cooperation that Susan has encouraged. But really, this has to be the last thing I do. When I wake up tomorrow I won't be able to blame it all on the wine."

"Okay, there's one spanker. Suzanne, we all know you're a good spanker. Why don't you show Xania and everyone else how it's done?"

So Suzanne and Xania tag teamed Susan and Katherine's asses. Xania could spank if she wanted to, but she pulled her punches, so to speak. She still felt to be too much of an outsider to know how to behave in the situation. Suzanne on the other hand spanked with great confidence and authority. She also kept up a good verbal barrage, accusing both mother and daughter of sexual "crimes." The supposed crimes largely consisted of failure to properly sexually please Alan. With Susan it was easy: she accused Susan of failing to give Alan her cunt. With Katherine it was harder, since Katherine had pretty much done everything humanly possible to sexually please her brother. So instead Suzanne complained that Katherine wasn't bringing Alan enough new cunts from school to fuck.

Since Xania didn't spank much, she fell into the healer role, which consisted of soothing red asses between spankings, and fingering their pussies as much as possible.

Although they didn't get many spankings, mother and daughter kept grinding their juicy clits together during her ministrations. Xania was also able lick from Susan's asshole, through her leaky pussy lips, and on up to Katherine with little space in between. Then she kept on licking through Katherine's overflowing pussy lips all the way up to her asshole in a single stroke. It was as if mother and daughter shared one long, constantly grinding pussy. For all of Xania's sexual experience, she'd never licked anything like that before, and she loved it.

Brenda and Amy frigged each other while watching, and for once the only person left out of the proceedings was Alan, because he was still in recovery mode. With more climaxes all around, everyone was exhausted, and they all took a long break.

Xania was astounded at the number of climaxes all the women were having, including herself. She thought, It seems everyone's having climaxes every five minutes. Including myself! I never cum this much, even when I've been the target of a gang bang. Is there something in the water in this town? Looking at Brenda, I didn't even know it was possible for a person to leak that much fluid! Maybe it's infectious. The room smells like a giant vagina, with a healthy taste of penis thrown in. I'm staying constantly erotically buzzed from the general smell alone. I seriously, seriously, love these people!

People walked around the living room with drinks in hand, casually chatting, as if in a cocktail party where the only allowed clothing item was high heels. Alan remained on a couch, recovering. Suzanne was as much of an authority figure as the group got, so she walked up to Alan at one point and said, "I just checked the clock. It's one hour till midnight. I hate to say this, but shouldn't we stop? You have that big paper due."

He leaned forward and whispered, while she bent down to hear him. "Suzanne, just between you and me, I've got that paper covered. It's done already."

"Really? Why just between you and me?"

"Because if I tell the others, they won't give me enough personal space tomorrow. They'll want to play, like usual. But I still have a lot to do that's due Friday. I'm good for tonight, though. I figure we can go for another hour, because this is a very special evening."

"Yes. It is."

Suzanne was about to walk away, but then Alan dramatically reached out and grabbed a leg to keep her from going. He pleaded with urgency, "Suzanne, be strong for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at this. Everyone's casually strolling around in their birthday suits while my friends are probably at home watching Seinfeld reruns or checking e-mails or something. Brenda in particular has really unnerved me with the way she's so subservient. I mean, I'm just a kid! ... You're pretty normal, and you're decisive. Can you make sure I don't let all this go to my head? I know I'm just incredibly lucky and not some sex god. Help me stay sane."

"Don't worry, Sweetie. I'm here for you. I know you can handle it. We'll handle it together." They hugged, and Alan felt a lot better.

But in fact, Suzanne didn't feel very sane or competent at the moment. She felt wild. There was a pause in the action, but she was ready to let loose and lose herself in the moment as soon as things resumed. But she resolved to try to keep her urges under control, for Alan's sake. She felt proud that Alan counted on her, and hoped that was a sign that she was rising up to Susan's level of importance in his life.

In fact, a minute or so later, Suzanne caught up with Xania, buck naked and mingling with a cocktail in her hand.

Xania spoke first, leaning into Suzanne's ear and whispering tipsily, "How do you like my performance?"

But Suzanne was only thinking of her own problems at the moment. "Good. Xania, I've got to talk to you about something. You know how you told me on the phone yesterday that I could completely lose myself in the moment without submitting to Alan?"

"Yeah?"

"How do I do that?!? I need to know right away because I've been on the verge of losing it for the past hour or more. I totally lost it this afternoon, and just like then, I can barely think now. I mean, this whole room is throbbing with sex, and everywhere I look I see something exciting. I wanna say or do anything, if it'll get Alan to fuck me!"

"Suzanne, it's complicated. You still owe me a victory fuck since we didn't really do a proper one before the card game. Tomorrow morning I'll teach you with some very hands-on lessons." She winked seductively.

Suzanne pouted, "But I need to know, now! Anyway, what do you call all that fucking we did earlier? The fucking in the restaurant, the department store dressing room, and the car?"

Xania deadpanned, "Warming up." However, she saw Susan walking up to them, so she went off to talk to the bosomy mother.

Suzanne found herself frustrated, but unable to think. She again reveled in the fact that Alan said he was counting on her, but her usual cunning was blunted and she couldn't figure out how to work that into her schemes. In fact, her schemes were in tatters. She was torn on what she should or shouldn't do about Alan and Susan, and was completely at sea over the incest with Amy issue. She hoped that she could have a long talk with Xania before her friend left the next day, since Xania seemed to be giving such good advice. She hoped that would help her get her head together.

With time on their minds now, Suzanne and Alan brought the group to order and they resumed the game. Alan's penis was still tired and refused to rise, so the dares all involved the females with each other for a while.

Most of the dares still involved Brenda in some way. By now, there was hardly a square inch of skin on anybody that hadn't been explored by Brenda, nor was there any inch of Brenda that hadn't been probed by every other person in the room. Furthermore, she was even more doused in cum than ever before. The rules technically limited a dare to two people only at one time. Had that not been the case, everyone would have ended up on Brenda at once. The last card game had been the most incredible experience of her life, but this day's events made that day seem as mild and ordinary as a peck on the cheek. She usually could be found on the floor panting and heaving, attempting to recover from yet another orgasm.

But Xania ran a close second in interest, since she was also new. One dare put Brenda and Xania together. By this time, Xania was acting with complete abandon. She occasionally kept up her prudish pretense, but only with words. Her body was very willing and able to do any dare offered, and the others knew it. The dare between Xania and Brenda was very free-form, just for them to go at it, so they went at it. Xania ended up spanking Brenda most of the time. She noticed that Brenda seemed to want to be spanked, and she wanted to see how aggressive she could get without Suzanne around to overwhelm her.

Events seemed to carry on just fine without Alan. Susan's pussy was still sore from previous days of too much dildo action, so she tried to beg off and didn't get involved in much. But the others carried on with great energy. Alan thought as he watched, These women are all so insatiable! How can I possibly ever please all of them, much less the cheerleaders too? The only solution is what's going on right now: they have to tire themselves out first and leave just enough for me to handle. Thank the friggin' Lord for lesbian sex, or I'd be a dead man.

CHAPTER 13

The game was slowly unravelling, because without Alan there were six females, and naturally they started pairing off. Suzanne was with Brenda. Katherine was with Xania. Amy was with Susan. Alan was amused at how neglected he was, compared to the usual situation. His penis finally came to life, and yet he couldn't get anyone to notice it. There was so much moaning and even screaming going on that no one could hear his raised voice.

Finally he was forced to get up and find Susan's cowbell on the floor. He picked it up and rang it. That finally caught their attention. All eyes looked at him, and the females saw him standing in the middle of the living room with his penis up proud and high. That really got their attention, and the room fell quiet.

"Thank you," Alan said to the hushed room. "As you can see, I'm hard again. We could pick another penis tender and go on with the game. But rather than do that, it's getting late and some of us have school tomorrow. I think we should start winding down."

That met with a bunch of anguished groans.

"Now, now, I said start winding down, not end. I've been stroked and fondled and even blown all evening long. I thank you all for the attention. But I think it's time I finally fuck somebody."

That quieted all the complaining. They all gathered around him, sprawled out on the sofas. Clothes were scattered all over the room. Everyone was tired and sore from all the sex, but there was still some energy left for more. In fact, several of the more energetic such as Amy continued to masturbate themselves non-stop while listening to Alan speak.

He paced back and forth for dramatic effect, pleased to be the center of attention again. "Now, I can't fuck Mom, since she's on her period and still sore in both her holes to boot. Not to mention, she and I are going to make our first time a really special one. Ditto with Katherine. I want that to be special, and this is not the right scene." In fact of course he'd already fucked his sister many times, but Susan didn't know that, so he had to keep up the pretense. "Suzanne, and Amy, sorry, I love you both, but I've fucked you before and I'll fuck you many times again. Whereas we have two visitors who are completely unfucked. I think I must choose between them." Alan had fucked Xania already, but only Suzanne and Katherine knew that, so he had to keep up that pretense too. "The question is whom should I choose."

Xania spoke up. "Now just a minute. This goes too far. I know I said that already, but this time I mean it. You can't just talk about fucking me without letting me have a say in the matter. That's rude, crude, and, and, despicable! I know that I said I wished Alan could 'whip me into line with his big cock' but that was just the heat of the moment! Things have been so erotic and arousing that I'm very confused and making mistakes. The fact of the matter is, I've just broken up with a boyfriend and I'm very emotionally distraught. I can't start fucking already!"

Susan again got a fierce look in her eye. "Now, Xania, normally I'm a very accommodating person, but I have to put my foot down. I don't know if Alan wants to fuck you or Brenda, but if he chooses you, you're right that you have no say. Alan likes his tits big, and despite all your fancy psychology degrees, you're still a big-titted babe at heart, and God put women like you and me on this Earth to be fucked by the likes of Alan! The problem is that you feel the desire to be tamed by his cock, but you still have some freedom of thought. Alan, please take care of her and turn her into one of us."

Xania looked around frantically. "Turn me into one of you? What is this, the invasion of the pod people or something? I refuse to play your twisted games any longer. You all have gone too far!"

She wasn't sure if anyone would still buy her prudish front after all the things she'd done, but she thought she'd give it one more try. She further hoped that her reluctant pose would encourage Alan to choose her over Brenda. She was amazed that the others seemed to be still buying her act, unaware it was because they saw her fit the mold of how Susan had repeatedly made very similar protests in complete sincerity weeks before.

She looked over at the puddle of cum that contained Brenda. "Brenda, I'm sure you agree with me. Alan can't just fuck whomever he chooses. We have rights!"

Brenda had her head between Suzanne's thighs, but she'd been closely listening. She pulled away and answered firmly, "No. Actually, I don't. Maybe you have rights, but I only want to serve. Susan is so right with her tit rules. I often wondered why I was saddled with such annoyingly big tits, but now I know. I know my place, and it's on the floor with my legs spread for Alan!" She immediately assumed that position, which wasn't difficult as she was already on the floor. "Mas... Mister Alan, please fuck me? Please?" Again, she had a hard time not calling him master, and barely managed to cover her mistake.

Alan was impressed, if not overwhelmed. Most of all, such talk made him horny beyond belief. But he remembered Xania, and turned to her.

He knew that Xania was acting and very much desired a fuck, so he too decided to ham it up. "Xania, this is my house, and I refuse to permit this kind of behavior. If you actually had a boyfriend that would be one thing, but just thinking about your ex? I'm sorry. Brenda and Katherine, hold Xania down." Alan picked Brenda as one of the two most willing females even though he barely knew her. He had a hunch that she'd do just about anything for him, and he was right.

Xania let out a string of expletives and curses while her arms were pinned back by the two females. She wiggled in ways that would look alluring, but in fact she didn't try to physically resist at all. Alan meanwhile went to the kitchen and brought out a coil of rope.

Susan's eyes lit up. "Rope! Yes! It's about time. Alan, are you going to tie her up? When you're done, can you do me?"

"Yes, I'm going to tie her up, but you and I will wait for a special time. You should have told me you were into this."

Katherine also seemed very excited by the rope, but Amy had no special reaction and Suzanne just rolled her eyes.

Surprisingly, Amy spoke. "Alan, you're not going to do anything Xania doesn't want, are you? Because the Alan I know and love wouldn't do something against someone's will."

Alan was touched by Amy's goodness and concern. He thought, Once again, thank God for Amy. I live a very crazy life and I think that ultimately Amy is the one who's going to keep me sane. Actually, Amy's empathy and Suzanne's willpower. Thank God for the Pestridges. He responded, "Of course, Amy, I wouldn't do anything anyone wouldn't want to do. Xania very much wants this. Listen to her body, not her mouth." As he said this, he started to tie Xania's arms together behind her back.

Amy asked, "Xania? Are you cool with this? Alan's not a meanie, you know."

Xania too was pleasantly amused by Amy's innocence and kindness. "Don't worry, Amy. Come here and I'll tell you a secret. Then, if you want to stop everything, just say the word and I'm sure Alan will stop."

So Amy listened to Xania's whispers. She left satisfied. The truth was, Xania even now wanted to maintain the pretense of her prudishness and reluctance, and Amy was ruining it by forcing her to admit that she desperately wanted to get fucked. The whispering allowed Xania to keep the reluctant fantasy going, even though everyone more or less knew now what Xania really wanted.

Alan was left with the task of tying up Xania. He had an awkward time with it, as he'd never tied a person up before. As he stood there with the rope, uncertain as to how to start, Katherine said, "Big Long Gourd Brother, would you like some help? Let me guide you through it."

"And how would you know?"

"I've been studying up on the subject so I'd be ready when you wanted to use the rope on me. I know all kinds of ways. A good fuck toy has the same motto as the Boy Scouts do: 'Be Prepared.' I hope this is the start of a new phase."

Alan rolled his eyes. "Sis, you're too much. You scare me, and I seriously mean that. But I could use the help."

With Katherine's direction, Alan tied Xania's hands behind her back and also tied her arms down by passing rope above and below her tits. The extra rope for the arms didn't have much practical purpose but it made Xania look more helpless and sexy. The fact that Xania added a proud defiance to her usual stern glare only aroused Alan (and everyone else) that much more.

Then Katherine and Brenda let go, leaving Xania lying on one of the couches. Katherine backed off, and Brenda sat farther down the couch from where Xania now was. Alan dramatically walked back and forth between them as if he was a military officer performing an inspection.

He thought to himself, Realistically, I've only got one fuck left in me tonight. It took half an hour for my penis to recover last time, and that's an unusually long time for me. I'm running on fumes and I don't think I can get it up again at all. I can't ruin my reputation by trying and failing to get it up in front of everyone. So. Brenda or Xania. On one hand, I've fucked Xania already, but not Brenda. I'd love to give Brenda a good fucking. I'd start with a titfuck just to warm up, and then work my way down. She's so covered with cum, it would be perfectly lovely to end up adding my load to her sticky face and chest. She's such a great screamer and leaker; I'm sure she'd be a total blast to fuck. She's like a living Jessica Rabbit with a body clearly designed by God for fucking.

But on the other hand, Xania has been so great this evening. I've been getting a huge kick out of her protests. And now that she's all tied up, how can I not fuck her? I've never tied someone up before and I'm finding it really turns me on. I'd love to see her squirm and protest while I ram her vagina and fill it with my hot seed. Man, that would be great. Not only that, but she was a good fuck. Very experienced. Tonight I think she'd be a great fuck because she's so randy and uninhibited. In some ways, Xania is even more built to fuck than Brenda. While Brenda is all soft and squeezable, Xania is toned and muscular. I like both, but Xania's so tall, too. I can French kiss and fuck at the same time. Great squeezy cunt with Suzanne-like vaginal talents. That's hard to turn down.

But then again, Brenda and her tits. So tough to pass up. But Brenda lives in town and Xania just passes through once in a blue moon. But Brenda hasn't been fucked yet. Also, it's not like Xania won't be back often, after a night like this. Yet I can't just leave Xania all tied up and ready to fuck. Look at how clean and dry Xania is, relatively speaking. Then there's Brenda. Lake Brenda.

He walked back and forth, genuinely unable to make up his mind. He kept thinking of more good reasons to pick one, and then the other. Everyone waited to see what he'd do. Brenda and Xania sat still and waited with bated breath. The fact that his rigid penis bounced around with every step he took drove them and everyone else wild with lust.

Suddenly Alan stopped and smiled. Everyone knew he'd made his decision. He stepped forward, ready to fuck. The night was still young and he still had energy and enthusiasm.

 

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, IBT, EBC, DD, DavyJones, Lucky KM, Jaydee, Dhin, and Lee. A special thanks to IBT for the Chapter 5 inspiration.

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