Alan looked back and forth between the naked Brenda and Xania who lay next to each other on the couch. He knew his erection could only last through one more fuck, and he couldn't decide which of his two busty guests would be on the receiving end of it. But then a thought occurred to him. Brenda has to go home soon because it's nearly midnight, and her son Adrian would worry about her. He's said to be a real mama's boy. Xania, on the other hand, is definitely staying the night. I even carried her luggage in. That means I can have my cake and eat it too!
The others, Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy, all sat around naked, waiting to find out what he'd do. He announced, "It just occurred to me that since Xania is staying and Brenda is going home shortly, I should fuck Brenda now and Xania tomorrow morning before school. Would that work for both of you?"

Brenda nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, M- Alan." She again had trouble not calling Alan "Master" because that's how she saw him now. Yet he still remained unaware that she had become even more subservient than, say, Katherine.

Xania started to protest when she wasn't chosen, but then realized that in her role as the sexually reluctant psychiatrist, she couldn't protest. After all, her reluctance was supposedly why he had her tied up right now. Not sure what to say, she just remained silent.

Alan waited for a response, and when he failed to get one, he said, "Xania, I feel bad. Especially seeing how we have your hands all tied up and all." Reaching out with one hand, he gently brushed his fingertips over one of her nipples. Xania just closed her eyes and shivered with tortured delight at his touch. "You're my first experiment with rope but hopefully not the last, because I have to admit it looks quite sexy."

Katherine raised her hand. "Need another volunteer?"

Alan smiled at that, but he had his hands full for the moment. Pulling his hand away, he spoke to the group at large. "I'd like to be alone with Brenda for a while. I've had plenty of group fun tonight and think a bit of one-on-one would be a nice change of pace. But if any of you still have some energy left, I suggest you play with Xania here. All tied up like that, she's helpless to resist, so do whatever you like. And you heard her troublesome attitude earlier tonight. I think she could use some more breaking in."

Amy saluted and said, "Yes, sir!" She seemed to see the breaking in as some kind of new game.

He smiled wickedly. Even though he knew Xania was just pretending to be reluctant, he still got off on the idea of "breaking in" a reluctant woman, and turning her into a submissive sex toy. He found himself powerfully attracted to the sight of a woman bound by rope. But a part of his brain said to him, Watch it, Alan. That's your dark side rearing its ugly head again. Your evil side. You have to fight that. Where's the good Alan? What happened to him? You're getting worse with every passing day.

Alan spoke to himself as if there was a conversation occurring in his brain. He's still there. After all, Xania is just playing around. And anyways, isn't breaking in someone a good thing sometimes? For instance, I'd be doing Heather a big favor if I could overcome her bitchiness and teach her some humility. He cut off that line of thought and tried to focus on Brenda instead.

"Come here, Brenda." He gave her his hand and graciously helped her up off the couch.

She needed the help because she was so far gone from a night of nonstop sexual activity that she could barely stand. He looked at her, examining just how thoroughly she was covered in cum. He'd never seen anything like it. Most of it was her own pussy juice, smeared all around by many hands.

"Brenda, I want you to go take a shower. I like looking at you like that, but don't relish the idea of fucking a sticky, cum-soaked zombie. Make it cold and rouse yourself. Okay?"

Brenda nodded obediently and then slowly made her way upstairs to the showers.

The situation resolved, Alan wandered off wearing only a T-shirt into the kitchen and helped himself to a snack. Not only was he hungry, but he had to stall for time until Brenda was ready. He grabbed an apple and a chocolate bar and then made his way back to the living room. Xania was now in the middle of the fold out bed, with Katherine and Amy working away on her. Katherine was generally focusing on Xania's upper half and Amy on her lower half, but their hands were busy and seemingly everywhere at once. Susan just watched.

Suzanne was getting her things so she could go upstairs to the other shower and get cleaned off before heading home. She said to Alan as she walked past him, "Ah, the energy of youth. I think your mother and I are all fucked out."

Susan clarified, "I'm pretty beat, it's true, but I'm going to stay here a while and keep an eye on Xania, just to make sure these two properly 'break her in.'"

Alan was curious by her use of "break in," as that suddenly popular term hadn't been used around the house before. "Just what does 'breaking in' mean to you, Mom?"

"It means that she becomes like us - completely and utterly addicted to sex, and in particular, ready to serve you in every way. Look at her. What a body! What a face. Someone like that needs to be seriously fucked all the time. So we have to instill the right attitude by giving her enough mind-blowing orgasms that she'll need and crave more. If your sister and girlfriend can't do a proper job by themselves, I'm ready to leap in to help. But I hope I won't have to, as I'm simply pooped. All this sex is so exhausting!"

Alan chuckled, "You're telling me!" He felt exhausted just watching Katherine, Amy, and Xania bounce up and down like yo-yo's. He thought, I'm gonna need that kind of energy to do what needs to be done to Xania and Brenda. I'm not happy seeing a beautiful naked woman unless she's so deeply and profoundly fucked that she's too tired to move. I kind of feel like it's my responsibility to keep them that way.

Alan saw Suzanne head upstairs (she had paused, wanting to hear what Susan's idea of 'breaking in' was like). Then he found a spot in a remote corner of the living room where he could watch the proceedings from a distance without being disturbed while consuming his snack.

It was a good time for introspection, while he waited for Brenda to get herself ready. I suppose this evening will be pretty typical of my life from here on in, barring some kind of major disaster. Can I handle this? Is it what I want? Is constantly filling women's holes with my penis and flooding them with cum basically what I want to DO with my life? ... Well, yes, and yes, and yes again. It seems that all I do lately is fuck and fuck, but by God, it feels so good! I never understood what pleasure was before. And I never really knew love, either. I've bonded so tightly in mid-fuck that sometimes it seems like two people are really one. It's not like I can't fuck a ton and have higher aspirations and do other things. Didn't Wilt Chamberlain brag that he fucked, like, 20,000 different women? And he had a huge sports career. I can't imagine getting bored, either. If we do this again next week with the same bunch of people, it'll be the same in some ways, but completely different in others. I'd love to keep the Wednesday night card game tradition going forever.

But Brenda ... she's both really amazing, and yet somehow disturbing. She still strikes me as somewhat unreal, like a cartoon character with an inhumanly proportioned body come to life. She was talking about her mother earlier, but I'm not sure if I fully understand what makes her tick. I just don't get what's come over her. I remember when she first came here and she was so moody and easily pissed off. I can't imagine her yelling at us now.

He finished his snack. Well, no time like the present. He stood up and announced to the group, "I'm off to fuck. Wish me luck. You all take care of Xania, okay?"

Susan sat on a couch watching the action with Xania. She said expectantly, "Goodnight kiss!"

Alan went over to kiss her. He was flaccid, but that didn't last long after getting in close proximity to Susan. But he was mindful of Brenda and kept it short. He naturally was obliged to give goodnight kisses to Katherine and Amy as well. Katherine had a strap-on and continued to pummel Xania while Alan's tongue dueled with his sister's.

He thought, You know what's great? I can do whatever I want with these perfect women. Anything. Anything! So many holes, and so little time. I wish I had, like, nine penises and an endless supply of cum, so I could pump a whole bunch of fuck holes all at once and keep them all overflowing with semen. But lacking that...

He said to Amy, "That kiss wasn't really so good. Let's try it again. Stand up over here."

Amy had been sliding an anal dildo in and out of Xania's butt to great success, but she left it in and stood up where Alan indicated. He positioned himself so his penis was hanging down towards Xania's face while his own face was high up and level with Amy's. He fed his penis into Xania's mouth and she took it enthusiastically, letting him slide the head of his penis all along the welcoming bed of her remarkably long tongue and on down into her throat.

She was already pretty far gone into her own orgasmic dreamland, and Alan wasn't even sure if she knew what was happening or if her mouth suckled at him in an automatic response. Regardless, she truly impressed him with her blowjob technique for the first time (previously, she tried to be a bad cocksucker as part of her innocent psychiatrist act). Her tongue could practically wrap around his penis and jack it off as if it were a couple of fingers, but at the same time her lips knew just how to suck. It was like being blown and jacked off at the same time. The only oral technique he'd found more pleasurable was Glory's all too rare deep throat sessions but this ran a close second.

The kiss with Amy made the experience that much better. He drew the kiss out until he got extremely hard and ready, then he disengaged. He didn't want to cum just then, with Brenda waiting.

Amy and Katherine returned to their double dildo attack on Xania as if they'd never been interrupted. Xania too gave no sign that she'd just been getting fucked in the mouth, but she continued to whimper, pant, squirm, and writhe with her arms tied down, just as she'd been doing before.

CHAPTER 2

Alan walked upstairs, thinking, FINALLY! As Mel Brooks said in that movie of his, "It's good to be the king." Geez. Xania's right. This house is developing a little culture of its own, like a separate society. We're developing so many rituals and traditions that it's hard to cross the house without kissing three people and fucking two more. Not that I'm really complaining, when they all look so tasty and taste even better. Speaking of tasty treats, let's see how Brenda's doing.

Alan looked in the bathroom for Brenda, but couldn't find her there. His own room was dark, but when he turned on the overhead light he found Brenda lying on his floor. She had been in the room for a while and had to close her eyes while she adjusted to the bright light.

The only thing she wore was one of his dress shirts strategically unbuttoned so her mammoth tits aggressively announced their nakedness, completely exposed but with the shirt straining on all sides. (She was taking Suzanne's advice that partly clothed was sexier than completely naked, and her further advice to keep her nipples bared.) The look reminded Alan of his mother's cut out T-shirt, except that Brenda practically made Susan appear flat-chested in comparison.

Slowly she came to, and a big smile crossed her face. She'd been dazed and groggy, but the shower did her a world of good. She now looked morning fresh, sparkling clean, and very expectant. The idea of getting fucked had really inspired and energized her.

She just smiled and spread her legs extremely wide. His thoughts drifted back to her comment made earlier in the evening, "I know my place, and it's on the floor with my legs spread for Alan," She was obviously recalling the same comment, and that's why she was on the floor and not on the bed.

He smiled back and thought, I've never had anyone speak to me so clearly without actually speaking. Cool. But what makes her this way? I know she had some kind of weird lust thing going on with her own mother, and she's drawn to the whole incest idea, big time. Now she wants her son. Meanwhile, I want my mother, and can barely wait another two days to finally fuck her. That gives me an idea that'll make this an extra fun fuck for the both of us.

He walked into the room, pretending not to see Brenda. He was naked and had been flaccid. At least he was until he saw Brenda. Shutting the door behind him, he yelled as if to another room, "Hi Mom! I'm home!"

Brenda was puzzled, and said aloud, "Mom?"

Alan turned towards the voice and said with great surprise, "Mom! What are you doing there? And why are you lying half-naked on my floor? In my own bedroom!"

Brenda was unused to the whole role play idea, and couldn't figure out what was going on. So he repeated, "Mom! Brenda Plummer! What's wrong with you?"

The combination of her first name and his last name caused the idea of her as his mother to finally click. A big smile came across her face. She nearly jumped up for joy, but then she remembered her role as embarrassed intruder. However she was in a tough position, being a little slow on the uptake, and asked herself why she would be naked in her son's room. She came up blank and just asked, "What am I doing here?" Then she looked at him and asked, "But why are you naked too?"

"Mom, it's my room. I thought I had some privacy. Geez. Oh no! You're looking at my pecker. How embarrassing!" He covered up his groin with both hands and tried to pretend shame, but didn't do that good of a job. He was in too good of a mood.

She picked up on that. "Now you're looking at me! Don't look at your mother that way." She made the motions of covering up her tits and pussy, but when it came to Brenda, mere arms and hands had no chance to cover up all of her tits. There was simply far too much flesh to cover.

Alan walked forward, eager to speed things up. "Oh my God, Mom, you've been masturbating in my room. Again! I keep coming home and finding you in here, and then my room smells funny afterwards. But this is the first time I caught you red handed in the act. What on Earth are you doing?"

Brenda was still getting up to speed on the role play, but gamely came back with, "Um, okay, you caught me. I have to admit I was masturbating. Even a mother has needs!"

"But why here? In MY room?" He now sat on the floor next to her. He reached out and held her hands as if consolingly, but that left no hands for either of them to cover up. His penis sprang out invitingly towards Brenda, and her long nipples reached back towards him.

She dropped her head in shame, enjoying the role play more and more with each passing second. "Adrian, I mean, Alan, you've discovered my secret. I do it here because of the fact that it is your room. Do I need to make it any clearer?"

"Mom! What are you talking about? Do you mean that you have feelings for me? THOSE kinds of feelings?"

She nodded. Her supposed shame was undercut by a big smile on her face, but that was okay because this was a very playful role play.

Alan still convincingly pretended shock. "What were you thinking, Mom? Were you hoping I'd come in and find you?"

She nodded again.

"Did you expect me to do something like, oh, I don't know, cup one of your outrageous boobs? My own mother?" He cupped a tit as he said that. He could scarcely believe how hefty and sizable her breast felt. There were some things one just could never get used to.

She nodded again as her grin grew.

"Mother, you must know that I'm drawn to your huge knockers. Who wouldn't be?" He now grabbed her other tit, and both hands started hefting them up and down. "But what may surprise you is that I also have a big thing for cunts, especially leaky ones like yours. I have a confession, too. I've been sneaking into your room and stealing your panties. I love to smell your musky scent. Is that wrong? Then I take them back here and jack off into them. You know what jacking off means, don't you? It's like this." He briefly removed one of his hands from her tits and guided a dainty hand to his penis. She naturally began stroking, and he returned to groping her tits.

But she'd had enough jacking him off from earlier. Brenda wanted something different, something more. She gamely came back with, "I have a confession too, Son. I also have fantasies. I've been fantasizing about you fucking my tits." Teasingly mimicking the words he'd just said, she said, "Is that wrong? You do know what a titfuck is, don't you?" She pulled Alan up to his knees and then literally pulled his penis into her chest. The rest of his body was forced to follow.

She did all the work, her entire body bouncing back and forth while he just stood there with his hands on his hips. It brought a great rush of pleasure to his penis.

She said more to herself than him, "Oh, baby! Your snake belongs between my tits!" Alan wondered why she used the snake term, though he did recall her using the word at least once before.

The whole situation was all so improbable and exciting that Alan again could scarcely believe it was really happening. Why do I deserve Brenda? Why is she so enthusiastic? He wracked his brain. Well, I guess one way of looking at it is that most guys presented with this situation would come in here acting like complete babbling idiots, overawed by her body. Then, once they've managed to fumble their cocks out they'd be so excited that they'd prematurely ejaculate just at the sight of her, leaving Brenda high and dry.

Alan couldn't help but inwardly laugh in frustrated sympathy for her at the idea of Brenda ever being dry during sex.

Whereas, not only do I take a commanding and cool attitude, if I do say so myself, but I also came up with this role play. A pretty apt and clever one, judging from her reaction and the little I know about her. I guess I do have my own attributes. Some of it is luck, but there's also a good reason that Brenda is here. I can fuck her better than anyone else she knows, and maybe even better than anyone she's ever likely to meet.

Feeling better about everything, he got more into it and began thrusting his hips back and forth. It occurred to him that he'd forgotten to think of lubrication for her cleavage, but then he decided that when it came to Brenda, moisture was never a problem. Sure enough, his penis slid back and forth as easily as if he was rubbing up against silk sheets, eased by her sweat plus the moistness of her skin from her recent shower.

After a while of working her own breasts around his cock, Brenda asked, "How am I doing, Master? Most men would have cum by now."

Alan replied with a swagger, "I'm not most men." Gotta build up my reputation. Brenda seems to really dig that kind of stuff. But then he replayed what she said, and exclaimed, "Master?! Did you just call me Master?"

"Oh no!" Brenda dropped her head in embarrassment even as she continued to pump his penis with her rack. The manly smell of his penis nearly drove her crazy, but she tried her best to talk. "Suzanne's going to be mad at me. She said I shouldn't use that word yet, but I just can't help it!"

Alan smirked. "Did she, now?" Must be another one of Suzanne's schemes. I wonder what she's got cooked up for Brenda. I'm sure it'll be something fun. "What else did she tell you?"

"Oh, please Master. Don't make me tell! I'll only get in more trouble with her. As it is, I imagine someone is going to have to give me a very stern spanking!" She trembled at the thought, which set her mounds quaking in a delightful way that Alan had never felt before. "You don't mind if I call you Master, do you? Can it just be our little secret for now?"

Brenda looked up at Alan and gave him her most pleading puppy dog face. Her face was remarkably chubby, cute, and childlike for someone with such an adult body. It seemed her whole body had never really lost its baby fat.

Alan couldn't resist that look. "Okay. For now. But I came up here for a FUCK, not a titfuck." He remembered their role play, and commanded, "Get on the bed now, Mom. I don't care what you say. I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not."

The reminder of the mother role greatly excited her. Alan saw that she was leaking her usual copious amounts of pussy juice. She disengaged and literally threw herself on the bed. The bed bounced up and down nearly as much as her chest did, those remarkable orbs crazily crashing into each other until she settled down.

Lying back with her legs spread out wide, she said provocatively, "You're right. That's my punishment for being caught in your room. In fact, I imagine you're going to make Mommy your very own little fuck slave. Mmm! I just love that term: fuck slave! I guess there's no use in fighting it. After all these years where I was the bossing parent, my son is going to dominate me and completely own me! I suppose I shall have to call you Master from now on."

Alan smiled at how quickly she'd managed to incorporate Master into their role play. His penis also appreciated her use of the word "mommy" which made him think of Susan. He felt as if he was fucking a Susan-Brenda combination with this role play, and that was a very delightful prospect. "Yes, that's right." He was up on her now, and held his penis, ready to put it in., but then he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We should be quiet so Dad doesn't hear. He's just down the hallway, you know."

"He is? Oh. He is!" She reveled in his latest addition to their story. "Well, don't worry about him too much. He's going to have to get used to the fact sooner or later that his wife is sleeping in here from now on. With her son. Her master!"

CHAPTER 3

Alan positioned his penis on Brenda's pussy lips. He was ready for a good fuck. He rubbed around briefly, but didn't push in. It made her wild with anticipation. Alan knew that if he had one sexual skill that lived up to all the hype, it was his ability to control himself and control his orgasms. He used that control now, and toyed with Brenda's desire.

She very quickly broke down. She humped her hips up and down as if trying to catch his penis and draw it in, but to no avail. "Do you want to hear your mother beg? Is that what you want? Because I'm begging. Please fuck me! Fuck me now! Take your mommy and use her like a cheap two dollar whore!"

Alan brought his lips down hard on Brenda's, silencing her pleas. But getting in position to kiss shifted his body and caused his penis to slide further away from her vagina. Her breasts remained crushed below his body, her hard nipples poking into his chest. The kiss excited her so much that when it ended and he pulled away, he noticed that her hips were humping the air, trying to find his penis.

Brenda panted, breathless with anticipation. Her eyes were shut as she strained to feel the first hints of her impending penetration. She muttered, "Am I a whore? That sounds so very dirty."

He cupped her flushed face in his hands, saying, "Sure, I'm going to use my own mother like a cheap, disposable one-shot whore picked up off the streets. That's how hard and relentlessly you're going to be fucked. But don't worry. I love you too much to just use you once and discard you afterwards." He kissed her. "I want to keep my mother as my very own favorite fuck, a private whore just for me, so I can spread her thighs and fill her with the love that only I can give her until I flood her with happiness and she overflows with joy." This kind of talk triggered his lust for Susan, and increased his arousal even more.

Brenda cried, crying out her tears of emotion as she wrapped her arms and legs around Alan and simply held on for dear life as she shuddered through what felt like yet another full body orgasm. She was overwhelmed by his saying "I love you," even if it was only in a role play. She fantasized that he really meant it and she really was his mother. Alan waited until her orgasmic thrashing quieted down, which took quite a while. Then he kissed the wetness away from her cheeks and eyelids, which made her gasp and clutch him to her again.

"But first, Mom, I need to check to make sure you're wet enough for me to start fucking you."

Brenda's eyes flew open in surprise at the very absurdity of the idea that he could think she might not be wet enough to fuck yet. But then she looked into Alan's grinning face and saw that he was teasing her. Alan started slowly sliding back down along Brenda's body, dragging her trapped breasts along with him. Since he wasn't touching her pussy at all now, at first Brenda felt like he was abandoning her, taking his penis further and further away from her needy hole. But then she realized where his head was going and relaxed her hold on him. She opened her thighs up with a breathy sigh and tangled her fingers in his unruly hair as she pushed his head down closer and closer to her drooling pussy.

Welcome to Lake Brenda! Alan thought to himself, as if he were a Scoutmaster leading a scouting troop to a new campsite in the wilderness. Directly ahead you can see Gushing Pussy Falls. It flows all year round, regardless of weather. In fact, it's almost always extremely hot and humid out here in the bush. It is recommended, campers, that you drink straight from the source, although you should be aware that flash floods can and do happen frequently, at any time, and without much warning.

Alan started to lick between her legs. It was nearly too much for the helplessly aroused Brenda. She had to let go of his head and clutch the bed sheets to try and still her tremors for fear of passing out. He didn't even start by licking her pussy lips, but instead began by cleaning her thick flow from where it had spilled down towards her ass. When Alan finally did swipe his tongue through her pussy, he explored between her inner and outer pussy lips. Then he settled down to play his tongue all the way up and down her slot. Brenda altered between gasping for air and ecstatic babbling as her back arched up off the bed and her hips tried to fuck their way down onto Alan's probing tongue. Her arms flew everywhere while her thighs fluttered open and closed.

Alan enjoyed himself quite wholeheartedly. Brenda was such a responsive and vocal woman that it was easy for him to figure out what pushed her buttons. It was a very low stress activity, because just about anything would push her buttons. He only half-jokingly imagined making her cum by merely rubbing her knee cap.

He found her juices delicious, although they were a bit thick for straight-up drinking, having a consistency closer to his own cum (which he'd now tasted twice). Brenda positively flowed - it seemed he was facing a losing battle because the more he licked, the wetter she got. It wasn't long before he covered her entire pussy mound with his lips and drank straight from the source. He sucked her never-ending juices right out of her while Brenda just kept cumming in surges into his mouth. It almost seemed like drinking from a drinking fountain.

The thought occurred to him, The way she's always so wet, it would be much better if she'd shave her bush so tongues could more easily lick up all her juicy goodness. I'll have to make a mental note about that for later.

When Alan got tired of drinking from her ever flowing pussy he stopped swallowing her juices, but continued letting them pool in his sucking mouth until he had a mouthful in his cheeks. Swishing his tongue through the viscous fluid to stir it, he moved back up to lie on top of her again. Then he kissed Brenda and let her own sex fluids drain between his lips into hers. He fed the taste of her pussy down into her waiting, thirsty throat. Brenda had never done that before, and she loved it. She especially loved the naughtiness of the act.

She reached down and grabbed Alan's ass with both hands, trying to communicate to him her need for his penis. She grunted and sighed in great desperation.

Alan broke their kiss and simply looked into her eyes, without moving. He wanted to see just how worked up he could make her.

Brenda began to whimper until she couldn't stand it anymore. "Master?! Please! Have mercy on my throbbing, empty cunt. Master, I need to get fucked so bad!"

Alan liked the way she desperately begged for his penis and decided to reward her. "If I'm your Master," he grunted, pushing his penis forward into her pussy, "that makes you my Slave!"

The idea of being taken as a slave excited Brenda terribly. Combined with the thrust of his seemingly unstoppable penis, it seemed her body turned to mush as she crumbled with an overpowering climax that seemed to have no end. Alan had been through a similar fuck once before with Glory. He recalled that instead of giving his teacher space to recover from her intense multiple orgasm, he just her fucked harder, and in the end she loved it. So he did the same with Brenda. She could scarcely breathe, and seemed on the verge of hyperventilating as she tried to catch up and recover. But he was relentless.

"I'm not just going to fuck you," Alan said, in the most calm, commanding voice Brenda had heard him ever use, even while his penis frantically hammered her and his balls slapped wildly. "I'm going to split you in two. You're gonna die of pleasure. I'm gonna practically fuck you to death!" He said this as though he were simply announcing an established fact, and her death was a foregone conclusion.

But then he backed up his words with action. He picked the pace up another notch and drilled into her like he really was trying to force his way right through her body.

Brenda had never been fucked like this before. She craved this overpowering, dominating style of fucking. Of course Alan was speaking metaphorically about fucking her to death, but the way her body was buckling and writhing, it seemed as if she took him literally. She responded with another multiple orgasm, and surprisingly cried out, "Stop! Stop! I can't take it! Too much! Master! Please!" Her small, soft arms pounded on his muscular body, but to no avail.

Alan remembered his mother's advice to not take no for an answer and was putting that advice into practice. He thought, It really does seem like I'm fucking her to death! She sure carries on. Maybe I should give her a short break after all? Nah. It sounds like she's suffering, but I'm sure she can deal with it. He kept on pounding.

Brenda felt as if she was in a state of permanent orgasm. The euphoria that lasts for just a second or at most a few seconds at the height of climax for most people now seemed to be a continuous state that would never end. She felt transported, as if time stopped and she was able to live an hour in each second. She thought to herself, I can't take it! This is too much! So good, but too intense! Can't breathe! Stop!

In the back of her mind, she realized that the only way she could bring the too wonderful to be endured experience to an end was if she could get Alan to cum. Filled with this realization, her hips bucked upwards, lifting her butt completely off the bed. Even though she was still far gone and continually climaxing and gushing like a broken dam, she frantically rotated her hips and squeezed her vaginal muscles with all her might. Alan had been sitting up on her, but she reached up, grabbed him, and pulled him down. Taken by surprise, he let her roll over on top of him.

As intently as he was fucking her, she seemed determined to fuck back with even more energy. She slammed her hips up and down as if she was the one with the penis. Her timing was excellent, as her hips and his moved like one well-oiled machine. Their mutual thrusts doubled the exquisite feeling in both of them. She cried out through gritted teeth, managing one word with each thrust, "SLAVE ... MUST ... MAKE ... MASTER ... CUM!"

Then she just started yelling "CUM!" with each thrust, trying to force the cum out of him every way she knew. She wished that she was much taller, so she could grind her tits into his face. She did her best to rub her soft tits into his chest enticingly, which wasn't hard since her body was writhing around in so many different directions already that her slippery tits slid all over his skin. Some moments she rose up so she could bounce up and down on his prick forcefully, and at other moments she came crashing back down onto him, mashing his chest with her fluffy melons.

She did everything she could think of to get him to cum, but the task was a tough one given how many times Alan had already cum that evening. Her screams of "CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM, DAMMIT! CUM!!!" filled the whole house. The cries would have disturbed Susan and Katherine's sleep, had they been asleep, but they were still downstairs and playing with the tied-up Xania.

Normally Alan would have eventually cum in the face of this sexy onslaught, but he took it as a personal challenge to cum in his own time, not Brenda's. He held back with all his might using his PC muscle. He didn't thrust for a while and focused all his willpower on preventing a climax. His halt in thrusting didn't do much good however, since Brenda was on top and still fucking back with powerful hip thrusts.

But he held on, and slowly Brenda lost her energy and resolve. She'd never put so much into a fuck, but remarkable orgasms were still hitting her, one after another, and she simply couldn't take it any more. Although she was already lying on Alan, he could feel her body go limp. She whimpered, "Please stop. Please stop. Too much. Master. OH GOD! AAAIIEEE!" Another intense climax wracked her whole body, interrupting her brief, relative repose.

Both of them had stopped thrusting now, and in fact Brenda appeared to be trying to pull him out, except that she no longer had the energy to even do that. Alan's penis seemed welded to the insides of her pussy. She resigned herself to being fucked into unconsciousness. Alan didn't want to stop now; he was almost insane with lust and her new helplessness just excited him more.

The momentary break convinced him that he could keep going for a while more without cumming, so he pushed her up into a sitting position straddling his hips with his penis still fully impaling her. Once she was sitting up, he levered his upper body up and found that Brenda's massive breasts were now perfectly situated in front of his face in this position.

Alan firmly grasped Brenda's hips then started to swivel them around on his deeply imbedded penis. He couldn't get much more than a fraction of a rotation going since Brenda was practically limp everywhere except inside her vagina (which kept involuntarily clenching around his rod as Brenda still couldn't stop climaxing). Alan gave both of her nipples a quick lick and a suck, which shot fireworks all through Brenda's sexually overwrought body, straight down to her clit and all through her pussy. Then he pushed her over backwards, flopping her down on his bed again underneath him. Alan completed his move back into a missionary position over her without ever withdrawing his penis. He then resumed thrusting as if he had never stopped, knowing that it was almost cruel to do so with Brenda in her current, near deliriously horny state.

Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "My slave doesn't know her place. I tell YOU when to come. You got that?"

"YES!" she screamed back. "MASTER!" She really loved to use the word "Master." Hearing him say "my slave" was like the fulfillment of a lifetime fantasy. More intense feelings washed all over and through her. Her whole body felt like it was tingling and burning up. It seemed like all her nerve endings were firing off signals to her brain at once.

Alan kept right on fucking, but at a slower pace than before. That apparently allowed Brenda to keep her sanity, but only just. She just babbled "Master," "fuck," and "cum" in no apparent order with each thrust. "Master, master, cum, fuck, cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, master..."

She lay lifeless and just took the fucking, except for great shakes and twitches running through her periodically (Alan correctly guessed these were even more climaxes).

Convinced that he'd now "won" something of a battle of orgasmic wills, Alan gave up clenching his PC muscle. His ropes immediately began shooting into her as he cried out in desperate release. At that very moment, of all times, he idly wondered if Brenda was on birth control, and he fervently hoped she was since it was obviously too late now if she wasn't. He couldn't stop cumming into her, and he certainly wasn't going to pull out for anything. His body demanded the fuck be seen through to the very end. All of his energy flowed out of him as he came down from a very high emotional peak. Brenda's head flailed around like a fish thrown into a boat, and her nipples bored into his chest so hard that it was painful.

He still rammed his penis in and out with long strokes, determined to give her the fucking of a lifetime. His ropes finally tapered off. Brenda continued to violently writhe for some time afterwards.

When Alan finally finished, it was all he could do to stay conscious. He pulled himself up and looked at Brenda. She'd lost the battle to stay awake and appeared to be in a very deep and contented sleep. There was a large smile on her face, and her pussy was still spastically sucking at his penis, although the contractions were fading away and getting farther apart as her climaxes slowly wound down.

Alan noticed one very strange thing; something wasn't right about his chest. He felt around above his stomach as he pulled up from her and realized there was a great wetness there. Sitting up, a great flow of liquid poured down towards his stomach. He thought, That Brenda. Is there any limit to how much pussy juice she can squeeze out? But then he couldn't figure out how the cum had gotten on his chest while the in between area remained dry. He smelled and then tasted a bit of it. Wait! This is milk! She came milk! Is that possible? Is she lactating? How bizarre. Wait until Mom hears about this ... she's going to be so jealous!

He got up and staggered his way across the room. He was so thoroughly exhausted that he could barely walk. He somehow made it to the shower and turned on the cold taps. Not only was he in great need to clean off all the cum that had collected on him over the course of the evening, but he needed a long, bracing shower to revive his now wasted body.

CHAPTER 4

Susan heard Brenda screaming and felt a warm glow suffuse her. She couldn't actually make out any words, but it was a remarkable testament to just how loud Brenda could scream that Susan could hear anything at all through the thick walls of her son's distant room, especially over the loud moans and pussy squishing noises emanating from the couch in front of her. But from the tone of Brenda's voice she was certain that her son had made yet another conquest. She couldn't wait for her turn to get as mind-warpingly fucked as Brenda obviously was at the moment, and imagined that it was her pussy getting pounded instead of Brenda's.

Sometime later, Susan heard the shower running upstairs. She wanted to go upstairs, but also felt it was her duty to make sure that her son's sex-mad sister and girlfriend relentlessly dildo fucked Xania into submission. They seemed to be doing quite an excellent job of. She remained and watched them pleasure each other.

Amy had discovered Xania's tongue by now and was liplocking with her while fingering her own pussy in preparation for her turn to sit on Xania's face and get a good tongue reaming. Amy had never felt anyone actually lick her tonsils before. She'd felt Alan's penis brush against the back of her throat, but that seemed to be a clumsy rod of hardened flesh in comparison to this. She couldn't believe how dexterous and agile Xania's long and softly caressing tongue was as it insistently probed all over. As much as she wanted to sit on Xania's face and get the ride of her life, Amy really didn't want to end the deep throating kiss she was experiencing.

Katherine was still recovering from her exhausting orgasmic turn at having her pussy fucked by Xania's incredible oral digit. She casually touched and stroked Xania between her legs, mainly concentrating on Xania's clit and G-spot, but also playing with her engorged and increasingly wet pussy lips and sometimes her winking asshole. Although Katherine's tongue wasn't as impressive as Xania's, she fully intended to return at least part of the pleasure the other woman had bestowed upon her.

Xania, Amy, and Katherine were all so lost in their own sex haze that they had long since forgotten Susan was even there.

Although Susan was too tired to join in the tangle of bodies, she wasn't too tired to gently stroke her own clit every now and then. She thought, Boy, you'd think that after a while this burning sexual hunger inside me would be quenched, but it never is. Ever since that first fateful Tuesday when I gave in completely to my cocksucking urges, it all just gets more and more intense. Look at me now. Alan isn't even in the room, I'm so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open, and yet I'm still panting and horny. I can't keep my eyes off of my own daughter. I'm in deep lust and love with her, too! Not to mention Amy! And Xania sure is giving Brenda a run for her money in the most beloved guest department. I feel so happy and loved that I just want to fuck them all.

But things are in good shape here; I should probably pack it in. I need the rest because doubtlessly tomorrow will be another busy day of cocksucking, assfucking, tit fondling, hot dildo action, and who knows what else! Heh-heh! Maybe it'll even be the day Alan fucks me good in my most needy hole, if this damn period will ever come to an end. I'll just check to see how Alan and Brenda are getting along on my way to bed.

As Susan made her way upstairs she again noticed the sound of the shower going. She peeked into Alan's room and saw nothing more than a naked and wet Brenda there. Shucks. I was just thinking what a great opportunity to hide in the closet and get really aroused secretly watching my son fuck, but it sure looks like they're all fucked out. That closet idea sounds like fun. I'm going to have to follow through on that suggestion I think my Angel made to have video cameras installed all over the house, especially in the bathrooms. Well, at least I can still spy the old fashioned way.

But then she paused, and looked closer in between Brenda's legs. Mmm! Yummy! So much cummy goodness. It's like an ice cream sundae with all my favorite flavors just going to waste, dripping onto the bed. I wonder how much of that goo is Alan's and how much is Brenda's? Maybe if I just take a little taste? One swipe of a finger? ... Nah. I'd better not. Once I get started I won't be able to stop and then it'll get really embarrassing when Tiger comes back in and sees me with my tongue deep up Brenda's twat, poaching his girl right in his own room, heh-heh! Anyway, I've got Alan waiting for me in the other room, even if he doesn't know it.

She quietly opened the door to the bathroom. In days past the door would have been locked, but there was no real point in such privacy anymore. However, an opaque shower curtain hid all but the distorted shape of Alan's body from her eyes, and similarly kept her presence hidden from him. However, his flesh-colored blobs were enough to get her excited, because she knew those blobs were her naked son.

What a great day. Alan's harem grew by one, if not by two. Just one look at Brenda and I can tell he fucked her into a completely satisfied, cum-soaked unconsciousness. Not long ago I would have been very jealous of Brenda and her transcontinental tits, but now that she's so obviously a slave to both Suzanne and I, we can make sure that she doesn't get too much in the way of our own fuck needs. Obviously she'll be Alan's slave first and foremost, as no one can resist submission to his potent cock, so it's a win-win for everybody.

Then there's Xania. She may still have some freedom now, but by the time she leaves tomorrow, she'll fall under his spell too. Suzanne and I should definitely give her an extra good time after Alan is done fucking her, to guarantee she'll come running back to this house any time we want her. Or should I say run back cumming, heh-heh! A great therapist for the family and a big-titted, long-tongued fuck toy for Alan. What a great combination!

Yes, my house is certainly filled with the sounds of joyous sex tonight. Actually I should say Alan's house, since as a sex slave I don't think I can own property. But when will I feel the glory of torrents of my son's sperm surging through my womb? When will I get to be his motherly cum dump? Tomorrow? Sunday? Monday? When!?! When will I be able to join the line of all the horny cunts getting their appointed reaming? Even tomorrow is too far away! Look at him. So tall. Dark and handsome, too. So manly. I wonder if he has another load of cum he'd like to shove down his mommy's throat right now?

No. If he's up for it, he'll probably want to fuck his new piece of pussy some more. That's his right. I shouldn't be so pushy. I'll just have to try my best to go to sleep and let the hours pass until it's my turn. But I just know I'll sleep fitfully at best, even with the Mr. Excitement dildo keeping me company.

Susan slipped back out of the bathroom without Alan ever realizing she had been there. He'd never turned away from the shower head.

Alan returned to his room and found Brenda still sleeping in his bed. He turned the lights down low and gently shook her awake.

Brenda slowly came to. Looking up at him, she stared into his eyes adoringly, and simply said, "Master." To her, that said all that needed to be said.

He said rather apologetically, "Sorry for waking you, but it's past midnight and I imagine you'll need to get home. Not only that, but I'm gonna need my bed."

"Don't apologize, Master! Masters never need to apologize, especially after a fuck like that! Susan has explained to me on the phone several times about how you've tamed her and the others with your cock, but I didn't really understand it until I felt it myself! I've never come close to orgasms like that, not even during all the other times I've been at your house! Slave has never been happier!"

She grew more awake and animated with every passing moment. "Oh, Alan! You get me so excited. Look, my nipples just got hard again from the thought of being in the same room as my fucking king."

Alan thought with some amusement, I didn't know her nipples were ever NOT hard. Dang, those are long, though!

"Alan, if you'll let me call you that, the way that you showed me who's boss with your penis control, and that fantasy you had us play, well, I've never..."

Alan interrupted. "Just a minute. Did you ask if you could call me Alan? Of course you can. Why not? That's my name. And you called yourself 'Slave'? Just a minute here! What are you going on about?"

"Oh no. Have I displeased Master? I have! Slave is so sorry. Please let me make it up to you." She sat up and moved so that she sat near the edge of bed where Alan was sitting. She pressed her tits into his chest and rubbed. Meanwhile her hand found his penis as he was still naked (he saw little need for wearing clothes around the house any more). However, his penis was flaccid and seemed determined to stay that way. She continued, "I deserve a really hard spanking for my inadequacies. Please hurt me with your strong hand! I need it! I need it bad. My ass needs to be taught to behave." As she said this, she tried rubbing his penis as aggressively as her tits massaged his chest, but his penis wasn't responding at all. This only increased her distress. "Oh no. Oh no! I can't do anything right. Master! Please get hard!"

She was about to drop her head down into his lap to see if she could suck his penis back to life, but he held her back with his hand. She froze, and looked sadly into his eyes, disappointed at her failure to arouse.

"Brenda, I hardly know where to begin. First off, you shouldn't feel bad that I'm staying flaccid. I said before that I had one load left in me, and I had to choose between you and Xania. That's still true. I came seven times today, I've used up my last time, and now I'm all fucked out. If you could get me hard again, that would be a BAD THING. You got that? Second, it's not like you had to get me hard in the first place. I'm very satisfied with that fuck, and it sounds like you are too, so let's just leave it at that."

"But Master!" she said pleadingly. Although she'd given up on his penis, she resumed rubbing her heavy mounds into his chest.

Alan stopped her again. "Wait. Let me finish. About this slave and master business. Brenda, I hardly know you. When was it decided and who decided that I'm your master?"

Brenda gasped, and stopped her rubbing. Her head hung down and it looked like she would start to cry. "Master doesn't want me as a slave? What will I do? No! I can't..."

Again he interrupted. "Hold on. I didn't say that. Calm down. I'm very happy to have you as one of the gang. Everyone keeps saying that I have a harem, so I suppose that means you're now part of the harem."

"YES!" Brenda excitedly hugged and kissed him. She planted many small kisses all over his face. "Of course Master has a harem, his collection of only the best fuck toys and sex slaves. Slave gets to be in the harem! What an honor!" She kept on kissing him in gratitude.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hold on. Brenda, what's going on? Like calling yourself 'Slave.'" He still didn't feel comfortable calling her that. "What's going on here? I heard the explanation about your mother earlier, but it seems like there's something more here. I'd really like to understand you."

Brenda sat back. "Master, you're so perceptive! Not only do you fuck like a beast, and OWN my heart and tits and CUNT with your sexual power, but you're so smart. And nice, too! You're going to be the best master ever!" She again leapt forward and hugged and kissed him again.

"Wait. Wait up again. Have you had other masters before? Tell me the whole story." Alan's hands seemed to act on their own, and began groping at her massive mounds. Even though his penis was beyond responding, his mind was plenty horny at all her sex slave talk. He knew it wasn't "politically correct," and part of him resisted the idea, but another part couldn't help but get excited at the idea of having a true sex slave.

She calmed down a bit and even grew contemplative as she mentally reviewed her past. "No, no other masters, per se."

That got Alan's curiosity piqued as to what that meant exactly, but he remained silent and waited for her to tell more.

"You see, men have never been very good to me. Ever since I entered my teens, all they thought about was my boobs. What should have been a blessing was a curse because they were far too big. I would have had them reduced long ago, but my mother thought that was immoral and there was no way I could ever defy my mother. Even back in junior high school I couldn't get anyone to look me in the eye. Nobody wanted to go out with me; they were all too intimidated. The occasional one with balls enough to ask me out would be all bravado and groping hands, and no love, no feeling. They didn't have real balls like you do." She reached down and hefted up his balls. "They were all, 'Give me a feel of your big hooters, baby!' And the girls were almost as bad. I could hardly go on a Girl Scout camping trip without some lesbian trying to grope me and hit on me."

Alan found it ironic that he was groping her tits even as she gave this explanation, but she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, his kneading of her breasts seemed to reassure, relax, and comfort her.

"So my disdain for men grew. I learned how to manipulate men with my looks, and believe you me, I manipulated them." She certainly seemed to enjoy manipulating his balls. "Look at my marriage. I'm worth millions now, almost entirely thanks to an older man salivating over my you-know-whats." She hefted up her tits and let them drop and jiggle, then resumed playing with his balls. "At the same time, I started to develop an idealized man, a strong man. One who was worthy of me, and who would even manipulate me the way I manipulated others. I started to think of myself as a shameless cocktease who left men miserably horny wherever she went. A cocktease like that needs to be punished! Don't you think cockteases should be thoroughly spanked? I do. I think I should be very thoroughly and frequently spanked. And then fucked. My cunt needs to be completely violated and owned, exactly like what you just did to me."

She continued to fondle his balls with one hand but now worked on his penis with the other. She seemed to take it as a personal affront that he was flaccid and wouldn't give up until she "fixed" that.

But her words were arousing him, even more than her hands, or her nipples pushing into his chest, or her drop dead gorgeous appearance. He wanted to hear more. "So? Then?"

"The further I went in life riding on my tits, flaunting them and my ass, the more I wanted to be punished. I started to fantasize about my ideal man and what he would do to me. I could tell you all the things he'd have to do to me, but you seem to know instinctively." She leaned up and briefly nibbled on his ear. "Then I got into porn."

"You? Porn? That just seems so wrong. Someone with looks like yours should be out doing the deed in person. But you were masturbating at home, alone?"

"Not always, but frequently, yes. I'm very good at masturbation. Would you like to see?" Before he could answer she transferred the hand on his balls to her pussy and stuck three fingers into her hole. Not surprisingly, she was already wet. Now, while distracting slurpy sounds emanated from her groin, her other hand kept at his flaccid penis. "Keep in mind that my older husband couldn't get it up very much. I cheated on him sometimes, but the young studs were just like they were in school - too meek to take me in hand like I needed to be taken. So my fantasies grew. I got into bondage and domination porn, more and more. I dreamed of a master who would treat me the way the women in those stories were treated. I picked up a lot of ideas from those stories, like wanting to be called Slave. I hope you'll indulge me with that. I guess I've been living this life in my mind for years now. I never thought it would happen in reality. My husband had no idea of what really moved me. I did try to get him to spank me some, and that helped liven up our sex a little bit, but his spanks were so uninspired and feeble. I craved a REAL MAN."

She smiled. "And then I met you. You're him! You're the one. You're so filled with potent seed that it takes a growing harem of the most beautiful women I've ever seen to keep you satisfied. Naturally you fuck your sister and mother. It's your right! A real man like yourself knows no boundaries, all who know you must serve you. And then the way Susan and Suzanne treat me and order me around... Did you see the way Susan ordered Xania to give her body to you earlier? Oh, it's all too exciting! Everyone in this house is just too much. I feel like I'm high on the best drug, all day long, whenever I'm here."

CHAPTER 5

Alan had her stop there. He thought to himself for a minute. God, this is crazy. She thinks WE'RE too much? I guess it makes sense that my reputation could grow into a legend of great exaggerations and I pick up people like Brenda as a result. But there's no way I can match her idealized vision. For all her talk of being a slave, she seems pretty needy and high maintenance. I don't know if I can handle another person clinging onto me and demanding that I pleasure them. The number of spankings alone it sounds like she needs... But on the other hand, she's the one and only fucking Brenda! She's amazing! How can I turn her down? But I should pop her bubble and reintroduce her to reality at least a bit.

"Brenda, look. I'm not the ideal 'real man' you put so high on a pedestal. I'm just a kid lucky enough to be having a lot of sex. I'm only going to disappoint you as you get to know me better. For instance, you know those school kids you hated because they only lusted after your boobs? Well, guess what? I'm a kid too, and I hardly know you. About all I know is that you have huge breasts and I love to see and grope them. So I'm no different than those losers."

"No, Master. Forgive me for correcting you, but the difference is that they weren't worthy of me or my chest. I let them feel me up far too much because I was too young then and didn't understand, and my sensitive boobs craved attention. That's another thing I need to be punished for, letting unworthy men touch me. You, though, you're worthy." She positively cooed as she continued in a soft voice, "You can feel me up any time. You're the only one. No one else should be allowed to touch me, except my master and his other slaves."

Alan looked down and saw that his hands were pulling on her extraordinary nipples. He didn't even realize what he was doing. She'd pulled back a bit so he could have better access to her chest, but she still had a hand on his penis. It was now at half-strength. He could never recall being so aroused yet still flaccid. He said rather halfheartedly, "I don't have other slaves."

She ignored that. "The way you're feeling me up right now with your hands, this is how it should be. I want your hands all over me! If you see me as nothing more than a sex object, that's good, because that's all I am and all I ever want to be. I've been talking to Susan on the phone quite a lot this week, and even Katherine a couple of times. They've helped me see. I love their attitude. Lately we've been talking a lot about what it means to live for nothing but to suck cock. Your cock! Susan has a theory that God has a special purpose for big-titted women. They've been placed on Earth to be fucked. Maybe not all of them, maybe there are some like Xania destined to get fancy degrees and big jobs. But that certainly must be my purpose. Look at my cunt."

Alan looked down. The hand not jacking off his slowly growing penis was slurping in and out of her pussy. It was not only an extremely wet pussy, but also a very noisy one. His penis may have been flaccid but mentally he was fully aroused by Brenda's sex slave attitude.

"Why would God have made me so sensitive and so easily aroused unless it was because I was meant to do nothing but get fucked? I shouldn't even be allowed to wear tops because the fabric rubs against my long nipples and drives me wild. Don't you think I should be forced to stay naked? Except for high heels of course. That's one thing I love about you so much - your love of high heels. The higher the better. That just drives me wild, that and collars. Everything drives me wild in this house! I had to strongly suppress my sexuality to live a normal life, but now I know better. I shouldn't live a normal life. If I'm nothing more than a sex object, that's fine. I embrace my true nature! I need to be constantly naked and fucked by a worthy master with a big harem. I challenge women with those fancy jobs to see who's going to have a happier life: me as a lowly sex slave climaxing and getting spanked all day long, or them trapped in the office all day and night, suffering as slaves too, but as wage slaves."

She suddenly grew sad and even temporarily stopped fondling him and herself. Alan slowed down, but didn't stop, his constant fondling of her twin peaks. Her "getting spanked all day long" comment really made him wonder if she might be into spankings a little too much.

"But if you won't accept me as your slave, I don't know what I'll do! Susan and Katherine have made me see how wrong it is for me to give myself to an unworthy man. And you're the only worthy one I'll ever meet, I'm sure of it! Now that I know you, now that I've tasted your cock and felt it deep inside me, I would be lost without you. Completely lost. Master, I need your strong hand and your huge snake!"

Alan found himself falling into her way of thinking, but then a cold dash of reality hit him and he tried to remind her of some real world facts. "But you'll find out all my faults. Look at this black eye. Masters don't get their asses kicked at school like I did today. I'm more lucky than anything. Soon you'll realize that I'm just an ordinary guy, and then what?"

"No! You're so wrong. You're wonderful! You're everything I dreamed of in a Master. But even if you weren't, I would still be unworthy. Who you are is ultimately irrelevant because your massive snake owns me now. I would gun down a room full of lawyers to get fucked like that again."

He joked, "Lawyers? That's not saying very much."

"You're so funny, too. This divorce has made me really hate lawyers, but I'd gun down anybody for you. Look." She still held his half-limp dick in her hand and caressed it lovingly, just as if it was fully erect. "Even flaccid, it still stretches across the room like a monstrous garden hose."

Alan looked at his penis. It was only about three or four inches when soft, and certainly couldn't be described as a "monstrous garden hose" in its current state. He thought, Maybe she's touched in the head. It's like she brainwashed or something. Did her talking to my mom have something to do with this? I can imagine the two of them getting increasingly carried away. Maybe Brenda can't separate the fact from the fiction. I guess this is what I get for trying to build up my legend with her. ... Ah, well. Looks like I have Brenda to take care of now, like it or not. I'll just have to see how this develops and what it all means.

"Okay, Brenda. Like I said before, you're in the harem now. I can't believe I'm tacitly admitting that I actually have a harem. Wow. But we'll discuss what that means later. Right now I'm tired and need sleep." He finally let go of her nipples.

She hugged and kissed him again. Then she brought both hands to bear on his penis. It was slowly growing, but every so slowly. "And my punishment? My spankings? I think I need at least forty hard spankings on my ass and another twenty on my tits for all the wrongs I've done today."

His mind reeled at the idea of spanking her tits. His penis grew a bit longer, and her hands responded by stimulating him even more. He dripped pre-cum and she took advantage of this to get her hands slick and slippery. He asked, "You really like and need your spankings, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! How else can I learn? Mother kept me in line with a very strong hand."

"Just out of curiosity, did she spank you with or without underwear on?"

"Without. That's the only way to get spanked. I assume you're asking about me; she always insisted that she at least keep her underwear on. We couldn't have the both of us totally naked or my dad would get mad."

Alan was strangely amused at that. It sounds like Brenda had a very kinky, sexually repressed childhood. I'm beginning to understand some things. I can imagine her parents having a very hard time resisting her charms, too. The more her mother felt guilty over her urges the more she turned to the Bible, yet she couldn't stop their not-so-subtly sexual spanking rituals. I wonder when and how she died. It must be tough to lose a mother when you're a teenager.

Brenda backed up a bit so she could take a good look at Alan's penis. It flopped down onto his stomach. Even though it was turgid and slowly growing, she looked upon it as if she was completely horrified that it still wasn't fully erect. She immediately redoubled her efforts to stimulate him, planting his hands on her rack and moving his hands all around.

Alan rolled his eyes. She has such high expectations. It's like the mere idea of me being flaccid is beyond her comprehension. How can I ever live up to that? She looks at me so guiltily, too, as if she's committed some heinous crime by not getting me erect. Her childlike reactions are almost comical. I have a feeling that, ironically, this "slave" is going to be super high maintenance.

Brenda filled the gap in conversation with a longing sigh. "If only you'd tied me up and whipped me, instead of Xania."

Alan's mind reeled even more. "Brenda, I should warn you, I'm not really into that. The rope thing with Xania was just an accidental whim. There aren't any whips in this house and that's how it's going to stay." He let what he hoped was bad news sink in. "You see? I'm already starting to disappoint you. I'm just another guy. Now let's get you cleaned up and ready to drive you home. I'll help you. Do you need me to drive you home?"

She wasn't ready to go. "What if you whip my ass with your big cock? And then plunge it into either hole while you continue to spank me? It doesn't even have to be me. I get nearly as excited seeing you take control of any of the big-titted nymphos in this house, and there's nothing but big-titted nymphos here! It's heaven for me. I get so happy for them, knowing what they must be going through when they're sucking or fucking."

That last thought greatly excited Alan. He looked down and saw to his surprise that Brenda had succeeded in finally making him hard. But he thought that if he gave up another load he might not be at his best for Xania in a matter of hours. So he gently pulled her hand away. "Brenda, it's late. Time to go." His tired penis deflated as soon as he disengaged from her.

Brenda reluctantly accepted Alan's help in getting cleaned up because she couldn't get her act together without him. She said that her son Adrian would be waiting up with worry. The mention of Adrian made Alan wonder how Brenda's young son fit into the picture. Did he know about the "new" Brenda, and what would he think of her? Alan had never met Adrian and had no answers. He was reluctant to pry.

While she showered again, Alan recalled their fuck and remembered to ask her about the milk he'd felt on his chest. She explained that she wasn't lactating and never had, but that sometimes, at the height of particularly exquisite passion, little dribbles of milk would squirt out of her breasts. In her case, "little dribbles" was actually quite a lot. She'd asked a doctor about it once, and he'd told her it was a perfectly normal, though rare, condition. It didn't mean she was any more or less likely to fully lactate than anyone else.

Alan found it perfectly fitting that she'd leak from her breasts as well, since she seemed to be such a huge leaker generally. He recalled that she'd also squirted pussy juice on another occasion, and had a vision of her squirting from all three spots at once.

He also found out that she was on the pill after all. He resolved to pay more attention to contraception in the future.

As he took her to the door, he began thinking about problems that might arise if Brenda were to come over more often. He asked, "Brenda, what about your husband and this divorce? Do you think he might hire a private eye or something like that? Is there anything I should worry about?"

"No, nothing. The divorce should be finalized in a couple of weeks; those awful lawyers are just tangling over some fine print. He's in Europe and wants to forget all about me and Adrian. Don't worry. I'll certainly never fuck him again, or any other man, unless my master commands it. Master can command me to do anything and I must obey. You could make me fuck all your friends or mop the floor all day long. I'll do it all, gratefully. I'm your slave in every way."

It was startling to hear her repeat those kinds of things when she was completely unaroused and fully coherent. It hit Alan that all her master talk wasn't just some kind of sexual fantasy like the crazy things he'd say to Heather. She really meant it. He let her out the front door without saying anything in reply but good-bye pleasantries.

Alan had had a crazy day, and he didn't want to think any more. But as he drifted off to sleep, he had one last stream of thoughts. I've gone from getting beaten up, to the strip poker game, to fucking my "slave" Brenda. Wow. All in one day. And now I get to set my alarm clock so I can fuck Xania first thing in the morning. This is the life! Maybe I should just keep pumping up this reputation thing and deal the best I can with Brenda-styled craziness if it'll get me consistently laid with the likes of these luscious babes. Wow. Of course that attitude also got me beat up at school. I'm not really sure what to do with Brenda. It seems that she'd love to live with us, and she's so gorgeous, fun, and fuckable that it would be hard to say no. It's too bad she's had such a strange life. Oh, and then there's her son. I guess she can't stay here after all. Dang. But I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of her, one way or another.

CHAPTER 6 (Thursday, Nov. 21)

When Alan awoke it was still dark. He looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was five thirty in the morning. Normally when he woke, for instance to go to the bathroom, he could go back to sleep right away, but this time he couldn't. He figured that his body woke up before the alarm clock because it didn't want to miss out on fucking Xania, and now that he was awake the thought of doing it with her kept him from going back to sleep again.

Giving in to the inevitable, he went to go wake Xania and start their morning fuck earlier than expected. He always tired quickly and knew he'd regret the lack of sleep later in the day when he had to do his homework, but he just couldn't keep away from Xania. She was staying in the little used guest bedroom on the first floor.

Alan knocked, then hearing no sound, went in. He kept the room dark, but went to the edge of her bed and gently shook her awake. "Xania. Xania. Sorry to bother you..."

"But you'd like to fuck me?" Xania laughed good-naturedly as she opened her eyes. She pulled her sheets down a bit so she could flash some more skin, assuring Alan that she hadn't been left tied up overnight. "Don't worry. I was already awake and trying to get back to sleep. I guess I was thinking the same thing as you. You know the old saying: the early bird gets it in every hole."

Alan laughed as he turned on the light by her bed stand. "Actually, that's not the way they taught it to us."

She replied cheekily as she playfully stuck her tongue out a bit, "You were probably learning about the other kind of bird, then."

Seeing her tongue reminded him of how her tongue had felt so unusually long in her blowjobs the night before. He'd been too shy to ask earlier with others around, but now he said, "Xania, I know this may seem like kind of a rude thing to ask, but can you stick your tongue out as far as it can go?"

Xania did so with a naughty smile. It was a long tongue. Incredibly long. She flicked it about to show how dexterous it was as well.

Alan gasped in surprise. "Holy fuck! That's inhuman!" It reminded him of movies where a person turns out to be a demon or devil and exposes the fact that they have a lizard-like tongue. But he wasn't horrified, just aroused. He already had some idea what her remarkable tongue could do to his penis from the night before.

Pulling it back in, she said, "Ask Suzanne about my nickname back in college sometime. Everybody called me 'The Tongue.'"

"I can see why! Jesus! Speaking of Suzanne, it's even longer than hers, and I thought she had a long one." Alan was blown away, as usual.

Xania didn't want to dwell on her tongue, especially given how long she'd been waiting for him to fuck her, but she couldn't resist adding, "Just wait until the two of us give you a double blowjob. And you know we will."

Alan appeared to get lost in thought with that idea, as a dreamy expression suffused his face. But Xania didn't want dreams, she wanted action. She prodded him, "Come on! Less talking and more fucking." In the dim light she patted the spot on the bed next to her.

Even though the bed was on the smaller side, Alan decided it was as good a place to fuck as any and got in bed next to her. He cuddled up against her and found her body welcoming and warm. It made him long for the day when he'd be able to sleep with his mother and/or sister every night. He felt her up all over.

"Xania, before we start, I want to get to know who you are. I mean, at first I thought you were a psychiatrist, but then you surprised the heck out of me by fucking me in the middle of my psychiatric session. Then last night you admirably played one role so well that I was sometimes believing that, but other times reminding myself of what we did before. So what are you really like as a person?"

Xania said with an expressionless face, "I'll give you the brief version while you tie me up again."

"What? I thought you weren't into that."

"I'm not especially, though the things Katherine and Amy did to me have me changing my tune a bit. They're so much fun to be with. But they said you had planned to fuck me that way and only agreed to finally release me if I promised to get tied up again when I woke up. I try to keep my promises."

"Oh. Well, then, fair enough." She conveniently had the same rope used the night before on her bed stand, so Alan began tying her back up. He was curious and wanted to use some rope after hearing Brenda explain her bondage and domination fetishes.

Meanwhile Xania continued, "Don't think of me as a psychiatrist so much as a sex therapist. You know how crazy L.A. is - they even have drive-through pet cemeteries. I'm an unusual therapist. I counsel people on their love lives. Sometimes I do couples, sometimes individuals. But I'm very unorthodox, and very sexually active. If someone comes to me and they're obviously very lonely, my best therapy may be to literally fuck 'em. I end up having sex with a lot of my patients, as you no doubt noticed first hand on your first visit. I hope that doesn't shock you." Xania was describing the job she wished she had instead of what she actually did.

"Xania, at this point nothing could possibly shock me. That explains why you encouraged incest, at least. I guess you're often looking for the pro-sex solution."

"Yes. I'm almost always looking for the pro-sex solution, as long as it doesn't harm anyone. Sex is perfectly healthy and wonderful. I have a very strong sex drive. I knew Suzanne in college, as you know, and we're very much alike. People even say we look quite alike, especially from the neck down. Not that you'd know anything about that."

She playfully nudged him with an elbow to emphasize that point, though it wasn't easy with her limited movement. He'd gotten her hands tied together behind her back, but then he'd gotten distracted by running his hands over her shapely back and ass. Her nudge got him back to working on the rope to secure her arms from being able to move as well.

She continued, "Just like Suzanne, I absolutely love the Plummer family. I'd be delighted to advise you all on your problems, sexual and otherwise, any time you like. The only recompense, if you can even call it that, is that I'd like to be rewarded with the occasional fuck, just as I am about to be right now. Or at least I might, if you'll ever finish fussing with those ropes and tie me up properly."

"Sorry. Almost there." He was so eager to fuck that he wasn't concentrating well on the rope task. Despite his growing number of sexual experiences, he hardly felt jaded at all, and still got quite excited at the prospect of another undoubtedly great fuck.

"Oh. And another thing. Everyone living in L.A. aspires to be in Hollywood, and I'm no different. I started getting some acting jobs due to my looks, and now I act here and there. Usually R-rated or even X-rated stuff, though generally tame stuff like you might see with original cable channel programming. It's generally pretty sexual because they're afraid to put a full-bodied woman like myself into a normal film. I try to stay away from the honest-to-God porn though. The porn industry is a pretty tight circle and I'm deliberately not a part of that. You're more likely to see me in a racy teen spring break movie. By the way, that's one reason why I enjoyed last night so much, because it let me play another role. I just love to act." Here she was being honest, except for the implication of accidentally falling into part time roles. This was really all she did; acting when she could and partying during the big down times between jobs (she also took classes to become a dental assistant, but she wasn't very dedicated about it). She figured she could be fairly straightforward with Alan. With Susan, she'd have to tread a bit more carefully.

"Wow, Xania. You live a really interesting life. I'm totally going to have to check out some of your films. And you're like an angel from heaven because I could really use someone to talk to right now."

"You're gonna have to wait on that one, because I see you've got me all tied up, and just like coin operated fortune teller, you've got to put something in to get me to talk. Except my slot needs something much bigger and thicker than a coin." Her voice dripped with sex and innuendo. Like Suzanne, she could talk quite sexily (except she had to make a conscious effort, while everything Suzanne said naturally sounded sexy).

Alan looked around and pretended cluelessness. "Hmm. It's probably one of those dollar operated machines then. Where did I put my wallet? I think I put it around here somewhere." He lifted up various objects as if seriously looking for his wallet.

"Aaaaalan! Come on! That's not funny when you consider you've had me waiting for a long, hard fuck for hours and hours. Come on! Let's do it!" She couldn't move her arms, so she kicked with her feet like a petulant child until the covers came off. Then she spread her legs as wide as she could so he'd clearly get the message of her urgency.

He hopped off the bed and pulled the covers the rest of the way to the floor. "I hope you don't mind if we leave the light on and the covers down. You have such a beautiful body that it would be a shame to make love with it all hidden."

"No problem." She started whistling the song played in the Jeopardy TV game show used to indicate time was running out.

Alan climbed back into bed and lay on top of Xania. His penis was very hard and erect, and he had it all ready to go. But Xania's pussy wasn't very wet yet (he hardly knew what a dry pussy was), so he started rubbing his penis all over her pussy lips just as he did so successfully with Brenda the night before. Meanwhile, he asked, "So how does this tied-up thing work? What good is that?"

"For one thing, it stopped me from slapping you silly for your little lost wallet routine. Other than that, I don't know. I could do a lot with my hands if you'd let me. But Katherine and Amy put the rope to good use last night. Katherine especially liked to pretend that I was a prisoner and they were sexually torturing me." She smiled in remembrance. "That was a lot of fun. I think I got off on playing the role in the game more than anything. I do love to act, you know."

"Well, I don't want to just copy them. Plus I was doing some role playing last night with Brenda and I've had my fill of playing for a while. We're big at playing around here, you might have noticed. Let's just do a straight fuck and then see where we go from there."

"Sounds good, but you're all talk and no action."

"Hey. I was waiting until you're ready. By the way, maybe if you could complain just a little bit about how you're tied up while we're fucking, that'll help arouse me even more."

"No problem. I don't even have to pretend because it's honestly annoying me. Just as does a man who beats around the bush. Literally."

"Okay. Okay. Geez." Alan was struck by the different reactions between Brenda and Xania in response to the same teasing of pussy lips. Xania has no problem saying just what she wants and pushes until she gets it. Like Suzanne. Brenda on the other hand put up with anything I did because she thinks I'm her master, and then when she couldn't take it any more abjectly begged me for it. I like both styles. There seem to be a lot of submissives around here lately so it's good to have a really strong-willed woman for a change. But the truth was he was mostly used to fucking submissives or dominants with submissive streaks like Heather, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle someone as clearly dominant as Xania.

Alan pushed his penis in, to both his and Xania's great relief. He started sawing away at a very slow pace. Meanwhile, he contemplated the fact that Xania's arms and hands were completely tied up. He said, "Hmm. You know, I could do just about anything I wanted to you with you like this, couldn't I?"

"I suppose you could, but what could you do that you're not doing already? It's not like you could violate me any more than you already are, now that you've finally and thankfully put your dick in me, and Suzanne says you aren't into anything weird, thank God."

He got an idea. "That's not entirely true. You know how people have really strange fetishes? Like I have this friend who subscribes to 'Goats N' Boats Magazine.' He can only get sexually excited by the sight of a goat on some form of water transportation." He was making that up to get a laugh. "As for me, I have this weird tickle fetish. When I fuck I like to tickle. Normally it doesn't matter because my partners can defend themselves, but with you all tied up, you might not be able to do anything about ... THIS!" Even as Alan continued with his slow strokes, he reached up to Xania's underarms and tickled both of them at once.

Xania was very ticklish and couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! Cut that out!" Even with his penis in her, she shook her body in the most delightful ways as she tried to fend him off without her arms or hands. She may not have been particularly moved by being tied up, but it inspired him. The way that her vagina clutched and pulsed around him whenever she tried to get away inspired him even more.

He reached back and tickled beneath her kneecap on one leg. He was disappointed that her feet were out of range. "Or? Cut that out or what? I don't know if you're in a position to negotiate when you're all tied up and in the middle of getting fucked."

He again went after her underarms. He was pleased to see Xania smile and laugh, as he was used to her stern, serious expression she used whenever in her therapist role. Her whole body wriggled and writhed even more to try to escape from the tickling, but she couldn't get away since his penis was still deep inside her. But all of her writhing and clenching only made the fucking that much better.

"Hey!" She yelled again. "Stop that now! This time I'm serious."

"Yeah. You look really serious," he mocked.

Xania tried to keep her face stern but she only succeeded for a couple of seconds before she broke back into laughter. His tickling was as relentless as his fucking. He penetrated her deeply with long, slow strokes whenever she was still recovering from another tickle attack. Her vaginal muscles continued to involuntarily suck and milk his imbedded penis whenever her body jerked around or she laughed uncontrollably.

"You can't keep me tied up forever, you know. And then when my hands are free, you're gonna get it!"

"Oh yeah? Who says we can't keep you tied up forever? I was talking to Suzanne and Susan and they agreed that we should keep you like this for a week, at least. They agreed that you're not properly broken in yet. The plan is to keep your holes stuffed at all times with vibrators or strap-ons or penises until you break. We did the same to Brenda and look at her now. She calls herself 'Slave.'"

Xania thought he was putting her on, but she couldn't be completely sure. She didn't really know him and she could believe what he said about Brenda from the way she behaved the night before. Suddenly she was filled with fear by the prospect of really being tied up and fucked by all comers until she was completely broken and turned into a mindless sex slave. "Alan, that's not funny! Untie me this instant!"

"Aha! Now we're seeing the power of the ropes, eh?" Alan thrust powerfully into her, and ground his hips, leaving her panting and breathless. "What'll you do if I do... this?" He tickled her in the ribs and then again under the arms. She tried to flip over to escape the tickling, but to no avail, as her vagina and his penis were still joined with her legs wrapped around him. "Or this?" He reached down between her legs and rammed a finger up her ass. She let out a loud shriek. His penis stroked in and out as often as he could manage, with all the other activity going on.

Now she was confused. She was slightly scared, but also mirthful from all the tickling, and aroused from the fucking. Mostly she had no idea what Alan would do next. She fully felt the sensation of helplessness in being tied up now, and discovered that it aroused her even as it upset her.

Alan continued to fuck her and continued to surprise her. He would start and stop fucking for no reason, switch to an all-out tickle attack that left her feeling particularly helpless, or just do nothing but talk and diddle her defenseless and exposed clit. She occasionally got revenge by surprise kissing him with her amazing tongue.

He frequently changed positions, testing what she liked best. He tried talking to her about how helpless she'd be, but that didn't get much of a reaction. However, he noticed that when he mentioned taming her by fucking her in public, that got a better response. He started to focus on exposure fantasies whenever he talked. Suzanne already knew about this fetish from her college days with Xania, which was one big reason why she met her at a restaurant the day before.

Even though Alan barely knew her, he was quickly learning how to push Xania's buttons. All of the stopping and starting had prevented her from cumming, but as he reached his climax she knew that she was heading to a big one as well. He finally stopped tickling and concentrated fully on increasingly hard and fast thrusting. Xania in return began squeezing her vaginal muscles, using the same trick that Suzanne knew so well.

Alan once again realized that he'd paid no heed to the contraception question and he couldn't remember what he did about that the first time he'd fucked Xania. So he pulled out and came all over her chest instead. When he was done he stopped and admired the handiwork of his cum spray. All in all it was an excellent fuck, even if it wasn't nearly as intense and powerful as the one with Brenda the night before.

It was getting light outside by this time, so Alan turned off the night stand light and said, "Good fuck, don't you think? You should swing by here more often."

She joked, "I'm a big swinger."

Alan however, was serious. "But now I really need to talk. I want to unload, and for once that unloading doesn't involve any cum. Let's go chat in my office. You can still walk, can't you?"

"Aren't you going to untie me now?"

"Nope. Remember what I said about keeping you tied up for a week? Plus, I figure once I untie you, you're likely to slap or tickle me."

He figured correctly. She stood up with his help, and then kicked him in the shins. She was irritated by her continuing helplessness, but also looked forward to more sexy fun with him.

CHAPTER 7

Alan's "office" turned out to be the backyard pool. It was cold early in the morning, but it looked like it would turn into a nice, sunny day. He walked out with her, helping her naked body along in case she lost her balance. He jumped into the pool while she sat at the pool edge and dangled her feet in the water. He had a plan to get her more aroused by taking advantage of her excitement of public exposure.

She asked him as he swam, "Can't your neighbors see? What if they see me?"

He pointed. "You see that? That's the Pestridge house. I figure it's extremely likely that Mr. Pestridge will soon get up and look out his window." He pointed at the one window with a clear view to the pool. In fact it was Amy's window, but he didn't want Xania to know that. "That's what's so great about you being here, because I couldn't do this with anyone else, obviously, but it's not a problem if I get caught with you. In fact, I'm rather looking forward to it. I think he suspects I'm gay. I'd like to prove him wrong in spectacular fashion. If only he knew the truth!"

"But what about me? He's going to see me! What is he going to think about me?"

"I don't know. I'll be sure to ask him later and let you know. Maybe he'll compare notes with the neighbors over there and there." He pointed to two other houses that didn't have a clear window view to the Plummer pool at all, but in Xania's excited state she didn't realize that. "I imagine they'll all wonder why a teenaged kid would have a grown up, full bodied, big-busted woman completely naked and tied up in his back yard. I imagine they'll think you're a massively horny slut. If I see anyone looking through their windows, I'll have to turn you around and bend you over so I can fuck you in the ass. I think that'll be some interesting food for thought for the neighborhood gossip mill."

"No! You wouldn't!" Xania was surprised just how aroused this was making her. She'd played public exposure games many times before, but she'd never been in a position of extreme helplessness at the same time, unable to do anything if someone saw her. Furthermore, she didn't know Alan well enough to tell if he'd actually let her get exposed or not.

She was so keen on getting a closer look at the window that she struggled to stand up, and almost made it before she fell back onto the concrete with a resounding thud. She cursed, but even her inability to get a good look made her more aroused. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. She was eager to get fucked again, even though they'd just finished a great fuck, except for that fact that she was now scared shitless that fucking would make it more likely she'd be seen by the neighbors.

Alan swam over and put a finger up her pussy. "Ah. Looks like you're in a good mood to talk about sex. So let's talk."

Xania was chagrined and rolled her eyes in disbelief. "You give me this incredible fuck itch, and now all you want to do is talk?!? Do you do this to all your women?"

"Hmm. I try. It's not easy, but I like to see them in a state of constant arousal. Now let's talk. Mr. Pestridge is out of range, but you'd best keep your voice down because he might be upset to hear how I've been fucking his wife and daughter right under his nose. Which is one of the things I want to talk to you about. The security issue." What he told her only heightened her sense of danger, which in turn heightened her arousal.

He went on, "But we can get to that later. The first thing I want to talk about is the weirdness issue. My life is seriously surreal. I mean, look at me and you talking in these conditions as a case in point. Actually, maybe I'll just tell you everything and you can sort out all the issues and tell me what's important."

So while Alan mostly stayed in the cold pool, paddling around to keep warm, he gave her a history of what was going on in his life. He focused on explaining his relationships with Heather, Glory, Brenda, and Susan, as they were the ones that were causing him the most trouble. He talked for almost an hour. Xania asked the occasional question, but kept her conclusions to herself for the moment.

Meanwhile, she constantly looked up to Amy's window, as if expecting Eric to look down from it at any moment. Alan was amazed at how much mileage he was getting out of Xania merely by keeping up this idea that strangers might be watching her. It kept her constantly aroused. He occasionally swam over and checked her to see if she still had a healthy flow of pussy juice going. When she didn't, he'd frig her, and especially stimulate her G-spot. He kept her right on the edge of a climax, but it was slow and low key enough that she never quite got there.

He'd figured out that his usual domineering sexual talk was likely to turn her off (it was somewhat different between her and another woman, but she resented being lorded over by a man). However, those kinds of ideas still aroused him, and while he talked he would find himself looking at her tied up by the side of the pool and a chunk of his brain would daydream. He thought, What if my mom's big-titted woman theory is really true? I really should keep Xania tied up for a week or more, until she's completely broken. I want her just like Brenda: another eager fuck slave to add to my harem! Yes, Alan, you have a harem. There's no denying it with Brenda in the picture. Women like Xania are here to serve me. I need a big harem! It would be such fun to take a strong, intelligent, professional woman like Xania and reduce her to a tied up toy for the whole family. We could keep a big vibrator in her for days and days, and she would have no way of taking it out!

Alan would have fantasies like these, but then he'd have to snap back to the conversation and he'd be reminded that such thoughts were wrong and cruel. He'd chastise himself for letting his dark side grow too strong. Then he'd get lost in Xania's beauty as he talked to her, and the sight of her tied up would bring on more naughty thoughts and another similar fantasy. Then he'd recall his politically correct scruples. Then the process would repeat again and again. Luckily he was getting better at talking and fucking at the same time, or he wouldn't have been able to make the points he wanted to make.