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.

Finally he talked himself out, and waited for her conclusions. She said, "Are you going to untie me? If you want to hear what I have to say, you have to untie me first. If you're not going to get me off, then let me have my hands back so I can finish it!"

He was in a particularly devilish mood. "Hmm. If you're not going to talk, I guess I won't have anything else to do but turn you over and fuck you in the ass. The way you'll be screaming, I imagine that'll draw all kinds of neighbors. Folks around here, they really love their camcorders. Maybe I'll be able to ask for a copy of some of the videos they make of you, or better yet, I'll probably just be able to watch it on the web."

"You wouldn't dare!" she whispered fearfully. But she loved his games. She loved the way that he was keeping her horny, wet, and on edge with the fear of getting caught. She almost didn't want to take the ropes off, as long as he kept her constantly turned on. She was impressed at how he'd managed to make the ropes exciting when getting tied up usually didn't do anything for her. He was perceptive and learning how to please women better. He could quickly gauge what got a good reaction and what didn't and adjust his approach accordingly.

He just whistled the Jeopardy song, throwing that reference back in her face by reminding her of when she'd used it on him. He knew she'd have to give in quickly.

"All right. But you really are a devil, you know that? I'll talk, but only on the condition that you fuck me again before you go to school, because you've got me so horribly horny that it would be cruel to leave me like this."

"Hmm. An intriguing idea." He smiled a mischievous smile and crooked a pinky to his lips, but refused to overtly agree to her condition.

"God, you're so evil! Won't you get me off, please? How do you expect me to think when you've got me so horny? It's amazing I was able to pay attention to your words at all."

"Hmm. Good point." He got between her legs again, and licked at her clit and the wet folds of her pussy lips. Xania thought for sure that she'd climax now, but she couldn't quite do it. Alan thought, I like this almost but not quite getting a woman off thing. This is fun! I need to explore this later. Will women enjoy it more that way, or will they want to kill me? I'll have to ask Suzanne because it would ruin it to ask Xania now. I have to look like I know what I'm doing.

"Alan, fucking make me cum! I'm dying here! If I had my hands free I would make you so sorry..." She stopped because all of the sudden she felt that glorious feeling of orgasmic release. Alan had been toying too close to the edge and accidentally pushed her over. She thought it was because he listened to her pleas and didn't realize he was disappointed.

He thought, Dang. I'll have to get started again and see if I can do better next time. But he let Xania rest for a bit.

CHAPTER 8

Finally Xania was ready to speak. "It's somehow appropriate to have just come off a great climax, because this brings me to one of my thoughts on your situation. Alan, you're an extraordinary young man. You just plain know how to fuck a woman and keep her sexually satisfied. Pretty much since I stepped into the door of your house last night, I've been riding one climax after another and floating on a constant erotic high. Furthermore, you live in an extraordinary environment. Half the time, I don't even need to do anything to get horny. Just sitting in a room full of enthusiastic, voluptuous, naked women and watching them fight to see who gets to suck or jack you off next is so exciting that that alone makes me cream my panties. It makes me want to be the next one to do you, or better yet, get seriously done by you. That's high praise because I usually like to get the guy panting in desperation, wanting to fuck me. That's easy as pie with most guys, but not with you and your damnable self-control. The fact that you picked Brenda and not me last night actually aroused me! So my point is that I predict you'll have no trouble keeping a whole bevy of horny women hot, wet, and very happy with you for a long time. I'll bet you just made up everything you've done to me this morning right on the spot."

"I did." He now lay back in a lawn chair so he could pay full attention. He'd put Xania in the chair next to his.

"Figures. It sounds like you're endlessly inventive. On a personal note, I hope to come to this house as often as I can and experience your wicked plans firsthand. But that said, I think you're smart to try to narrow your focus to your core group. I think you could easily lose most of those cheerleaders and any other girls at school. Who would you rather fuck, one of your home four, or some high school teenybopper who barely even knows what sex is?"

"That's a no-brainer, Xania. It's just a problem of location. I can't fuck any of the four at school except for Amy, and not even her because only Heather has the key to the theater room. And it's nice to go over to Kim's house and take part in the orgies there. I think they're going to grow in quality and quantity as times goes on."

"Well, at school you have Amy and Glory, assuming things work out with her. You need to get a copy of that key. Obviously it would be too risky for you to even wink at Katherine, unfortunately. But you could still do the others from time to time, except for the issue of sexual diseases and pregnancy, which we'll have to discuss later. You seem pretty forgetful about those things."

She paused. "Hey, wait a minute! Do you realize how absurd it is to expect to get fucked at least once during the school day on a regular basis? You really are one lucky bastard." She gave him a chagrined smile, and he smiled back, a bit abashed.

Xania flopped onto her side in an effort to bring some relief to her bound arms. "But Alan, given that you're incorrigible, I have a radical idea for your school problem. Instead of running from Heather, make her a regular school fuck. She sounds like a really interesting character, and you both have extremely hot sex with each other, from the sounds of it. She could be your school butt toy. I'm guessing she'd practically kill to be made one, from what you've told me about your anal sex with her. Whenever you want to take a break from your classes, just go to that secret room you use and give her ass a nice, full filling of that long, hard, fat, meaty, throbbing, juicy power drill you keep between your legs."

"Now you're talking! I like the way you think." Aroused, Alan got up and resumed fiddling with Xania's privates. She spread her legs wider to make it easier for him. "The only problem is that I really, really don't like her. She's not a good person. I can feel it. She's going to do something that'll really fuck my life up, because all she can think of is herself. I can feel it in my bones."

"That's probably true, but that's why she needs you. You have to make her a better person. Give her humility with constant, humiliating assfucks. Everyone here talks about what a great pussy tamer your cock is. Tame her inner bitch through her weak spot, which obviously is her needy ass. I very much doubt any other boys your age have any clue about how to fuck a girl's ass properly."

"She's dangerous, I'm telling you. I'm safer just getting her out of my life."

Xania's eyelids fluttered and her breathing quickened as Alan ever so gently teased her G-spot again. "Honey, Heather's in your life whether you want her to be or not. I know the type. If you try to push her all the way out, that's when she's going to go ballistic. If she does something desperate and dangerous, that's because you threatened to completely stop fucking her. She's got her claws in you and it'll get bloody if you try to pull them out. To use another metaphor, sometimes the safest place is in the eye of the storm. You want her on your side."

She raised an eyebrow as a new idea came to her, then looked at him with increased concern. "You don't think she might even be in love with you, do you? That would make her doubly dangerous."

Alan recalled Simone saying how Heather was acting "gushy" and "dreamy" towards him. Those sound like normal signs of love, but Heather? No way. She's simply not capable of loving anyone but herself. He answered, "Nah. Thank God. What about my idea to pass her on to my friend Sean?"

"Alan, you're a special kid. You have some very special fucking talents, especially for someone your age. It's different with older guys - I've met some great fucks, some even better than you. But we're talking teenagers here. I don't care if your friend is hung like a horse because you said he's a complete virgin. No matter how much you teach him in a few weeks, he's still not going to be your equal. Sure, he might quench her fuck thirst a bit, if he has some talent and the right attitude, but she's still going to want you as the best fuck in town. I know her type. She gets what she wants and she wants the best, which right now just so happens to be you. So he's a partial solution at best. I guess you're just going to have to resign yourself to fucking the head cheerleader and most attractive girl in school." She laughed. "Sounds like the rough life."

"Hey. You're falling for her propaganda too, eh? She's NOT the most beautiful - she just keeps saying that. Amy and Sis tie for that in my book. I merely called her very beautiful. But anyways, speaking of Sean, it sounds like you'd know just what he needs to impress Heather. You describe Heather so perfectly based on my brief description that I'd swear you must know her already. I was thinking about having some of the other cheerleaders teach Sean how to fuck. In fact, one of them has already started in on that. But you're right. They're just girls. They don't know what they're doing, kind of like me a couple of months ago. They're not a good test of Heather's high standards and unique lusts. I think you should teach Sean with some hands on lessons. What do you think of that?"

"Why, I'd be delighted! You say he's attractive, and smart, and reasonably well hung from what you can guess. Furthermore, he's nearly a complete virgin. Sounds like a very fun project to bring along. How long do I get to turn him into a relentless and ruthless anal violator?"

"Things seem to be coming to a head with the Heather situation and the Glory situation. My 'Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!' sensors are blinking red. I think it would be best if maybe you could take him for the weekend and have him ready by Monday."

"Monday? This kid's a babe in the woods. I'm glad you told me he has a nasty streak deep down or the whole idea would be hopeless. But still, it takes a lot longer than two days to cultivate one's inner bad boy. I can try my best, but you're gonna need further help after that. And I can't devote my life to this, as much as I might like to. Two intensive days is all I can spare. You'll have to get him up to my place in L.A., though. If I'm down here, I'm gonna want to spend all my time fucking you and the rest of your lovely group."

"Hmm. I think we may be able to get some kind of cover story going with that. I'll have to get Suzanne's expert scheming advice. But thanks for the offer to help. Heather is just far too insatiable right now, and nobody else seems to be giving her the kind of fucking she needs. She needs an alternative or she's going to, I dunno, kidnap me or something so she can have me 24 hours a day."

"I agree. But remember I said that Sean alone won't satisfy her. You will have to come to some kind of understanding with her. So talk to her, soon. You say you can tell she's up to no good, so why not talk to her today?"

"Maybe I will. But that reminds me. What to do about Glory, my history teacher? Heather obviously knows about the teach and I, the other cheerleaders know, and Heather knows about me and Sis and could tell that to Glory. I tell you, the whole situation is about to explode!"

"Your first step is... actually, your first step is you need to untie me."

"Awww. I don't think I can do that. You're so cute when you're tied up."

"Alan, I'm warning you!"

"You're so cute when you're mad, too." He really did think so. Her stern features made her look smolderingly intense when she frowned.

"And you won't look so cute after I shove both your legs up your ass!"

"Shucks. I was going to untie you, but I like my legs where they are. And I was so close to doing it."

"Grrr! Well, I might as well get this advice over with. You do need that talk with Heather. Defuse that bomb. Then talk to the other cheerleaders. There's only three you're worried about, right?"

"Yeah. Kim, Janice, and Joy. I know Kim pretty well now and I don't think I have to worry about her talking. She's been really cool with knowing about me and Sis for a long time now. But Janice and Joy are unknowns. And Heather has another friend named Simone that she seems to confide in. So it's still three."

"Talk to those three, then. Find out where they're at and what they want. I don't know what they want, so I can't help you there, but cut a deal. Make an arrangement to ensure their silence. I know you're trying to distance yourself from them, but you should be able using a little fucking as a reward. If this relationship with Glory is worth keeping then you've got to fight for it, and you'd hardly be suffering to fuck those other girls some more. Again, I pity what a rough life you've got. Most guys your age would literally kill to have your problems." Her eyes sparkled with mirth.

"But that still leaves Glory. Now, Alan, you said she's very perceptive and keeps her ear close to the ground. You have to figure that she may figure out your incestuous relationships all by herself, without Heather interfering. You may be great at sexual role plays, but let's face it, you're not really a great liar. A good actor in sexual role plays, yes, but you're too good and honest at heart to tell real lies convincingly. Now, can I take this rope off at least for a while? Please? My arms are really aching. It's been nearly two hours and it really hurts."

He deadpanned, "All right, you've been through the school of hard knots and learned the ropes. I guess you deserve a break."

Xania groaned, but couldn't help but smile too. "Now I know why you tie your guests up. That's so they won't slap you silly for your bad jokes."

"I'm sorry, I really am. Are you upset?"

"Yes. A bit."

"Would you say you're even... fit to be tied?"

She laughed, despite herself. "Alan! I thought the Geneva Convention made that kind of joke illegal. Now get me untied already."

Alan untied her ropes. To his surprise, she didn't really slap him for keeping her tied up so long and generally being a cheeky pest. She seemed intent on her analysis, and continued her ideas while rubbing her arms and luxuriously stretching them up to the sky.

"Thank you for that. God, that feels better. ... Let's see. Ah, yes. Glory. So you need to dull her senses and keep her so preoccupied that she doesn't pick up on things. Whether by plan or not, you seem to have your whole house that way already. Suzanne's brain is totally out to lunch, she's so obsessed with you. I've never, ever, seen her turn into mental oatmeal like this before. But that still makes her sharp as a tack compared to Susan. I didn't know your mother before, but I can only assume she wasn't this constantly sex crazed before."

"No, she wasn't. She's normally fairly smart, though not brilliant like Suzanne. And Amy's not in a sexual fog, she's just naturally that way. It's hard to see it at first, but she's actually pretty smart too. However, she's also kind of like, I dunno, like in her own time zone or something."

"I see. In any case, you need to deal with Glory. I think it's safe to assume that she already suspects your incestuous relationship, at least with your sister. Think about it. She knows you're screwing some of the most attractive girls in school, and that you love big tits. Katherine's tits are only small relative to the likes of Brenda's, and she's possibly THE most beautiful girl in the whole school. Glory must have thought about the possibility. She knows about your six times a day treatment, so how plausible is it for your sister or mother to help out with your orgasm needs? I'm sure she can imagine a slippery slope of where a little bit of innocent help could lead, just as it really has. The only thing you have going for you is Katherine's prudish reputation. Susan's too, come to think of it. Luckily both reputations seem to be surprisingly intact outside the house, from what you're telling me. It's a good thing you all have been smart enough to have them keep wearing the same clothes they did before while outside the house.

"If you're really serious about Glory long term, you have to figure that she's gonna find out about you and your special family bond sooner or later. But you obviously want it to be later, when you're inseparable, and you want to break it to her gently. In the short term, keep her fully preoccupied until you can sort things out. I suggest the full vibrator treatment."

"What's that?"

"You have to keep her cunt stuffed with plastic cock nearly twenty-four hours a day. If she's always on the edge of a climax, she won't be worrying about you and incest."

"But how will I do that? I mean, she has to teach. She takes her teaching role quite seriously. She'll never agree to it."

"You just leave it up to me. Actually, now that I think about it, the same strategy might help you with Heather too. If you keep her in a fog... But then again it might backfire and she'd be encouraged in all the wrong ways. I'd have to know more about her to say for sure. I'd love to meet both of these women, but that's for another day. Right now let's work on your Glory vibrator plan. I don't know if you're aware, but there's a growing toy collection in this house, so you have all the tools. There's some pretty high tech ones here, too. I'm quite impressed that you have a unit in there called the Televibe. It's perfect for your needs. Do you know about that one?"

"No. I'm completely vibrator ignorant."

"I'll teach you how to use it before you go to school. I think you should start on her today."

"Okay, but I have to go pee. I'll be back in a second, but then I'm going to tie you up again and play with your pussy some more, because I've been neglecting it."

"Bastard!" But she didn't demand that he leave her untied.

CHAPTER 9

Alan did in fact have to go to the bathroom, but there was another reason he went back into the house. Time was passing and it was coming up on seven o'clock, which meant that everyone was up by now and getting ready for the start of school at eight o'clock. Alan went to the phone and called Amy's cell phone. When she answered, he gave her some very strange instructions. She readily agreed to follow them right away.

Then he went back to the pool and Xania, carrying all the vibrators from the underwear drawer back with him in a big bag. He tied her back up. "You know Xania, not only am I beginning to think of you as a great advisor, but I also am starting to picture you with these ropes on. I think we'll have to tie you up like this for all future visits."

"Alan, you're wasting some good rope. I'm just not naturally into this, though I'll admit that you've got me going for the moment with your clever schemes. I'll bet there are no neighbors who can see and you're just yanking my chain. Whereas unlike me, you've got some lovely ladies who would take to being tied up like fish to water. I'm thinking of Katherine, Susan, and most especially, Brenda. I hardly know Brenda, but Christ is she begging for it or what?!"

"We'll see. Actually, this is just a novelty for me, too. Let's get back to Glory. Then I have some other issues to discuss, and we're running out of time."

So Xania explained her vibrator ideas. A few minutes into it, Alan interrupted and whispered urgently, "Don't look now, but someone's watching you. From the Pestridge house. It's Suzanne's husband, Eric."

Xania turned her head as casually as she could. Sure enough there was a shadow of a man standing at the only second floor window with a view of the Plummer's pool. But what Xania didn't know was that it was actually Amy, wearing a man's hat and jacket to make her silhouette look like a man's.

"Oh God!" Xania exclaimed, as her sense of panic mounted. "How can I continue with this, knowing that he's there?" She turned her head again. "Look. He's STILL there! Is he going to just stand there and stare at us forever?"

"No. I imagine he's probably masturbating. We don't have Miss America-grade professional model quality naked women tied up and hanging out at our pool just any morning of the week." He laughed as Susan and Suzanne's daily nude sunbathing popped into his mind. "Actually we do, except for the tied up part. I'll tell you what. You need something to distract you and take your mind off of him watching you. Something just like your plan to deal with Glory comes to mind. And as a matter of fact, I just happen to have some vibrators right here. What a funny coincidence! Let's see. Ooh! Mr. Excitement. One of the favorites around here. Twelve inches long and black. Eric'll be able to see that go up your cunt from all the way over there. We can put the clit stimulator attachment on as well. And, ooh! Here's a lovely little anal number...."

"Alan! God damn you! I've only begun to describe this vibrator plan, and you're already using it against me? That is so completely unfair! You are such a clever asshole!"

"Hmm. Could be. That's another thing I want to discuss: how all these fawning women are slowly turning me into an egotistical, evil asshole. But until that time, Mr. Excitement, meet Xania's pussy. Xania's pussy, meet your new, well-hung, black lover. But please, don't let me interrupt. You were saying about Glory and vibrators?"

"Alan, come ON!" She turned her head and watched who she thought was Eric Pestridge while Alan inserted the big vibrator. He actually turned Xania completely around so the insertion could be done within full view of Amy's window. Xania leaked like a faucet and panted heavily.

She tried to continue with her explanation, but she couldn't get very far with the vibrator buzzing away in her and the thought of Suzanne's husband watching her. Alan kept her facing the window so she constantly looked up and saw the silhouette in the same position, rarely moving.

After a couple of minutes, Alan thought, Two things. One, Amy has to go to school and needs to prepare. She's a doll doing what I said, but it's cruel to keep her there at the window forever. Two, I pretty much promised Xania a second fuck. Now's a good time as any, because she's hopeless at explaining things the way she's panting right now.

So Alan took the vibrator out and inserted his penis instead. He had Xania bend over and took her doggy style mostly because he'd promised to do that earlier. She started cumming before he really got started and just kept cumming for the rest of the short, intense fuck. About a minute into it, Alan looked over at his house and saw Susan and Katherine standing at the kitchen window, staring out at them.

"Ooh! Bonus! Look, Xania. We have more guests. Hi Sis! Hi Mom!"

She looked over at the Plummer house and saw Susan and Katherine standing at their sliding door to the patio, smiling and waving. Their ample tits wobbled and swung back and forth with every wave of their hands. They seemed very mirthful, as if they found Xania's predicament delightful. They also showed no sign of jealousy that Xania could see.

Alan was amused (and of course, aroused) to notice what his sister and mother were wearing. Susan wore panties and a thin shirt several sizes too small. Katherine wore even smaller panties and a smaller and tighter top. They both had dressed to show off their hard nipples. He'd asked them the night before not to wear anything too arousing until his studies were over, and so figured that this was their idea of unarousing. He was further amused to see that Katherine was awkwardly reaching back and groping at Susan's pussy even while she waved.

As if Xania hadn't been embarrassed enough already, Alan shouted out, "Hey Sis! Why don't you come out here and join in the fucking?"

Katherine waved some more but declined the invitation, since she knew he was joking.

Xania was far less amused by the whole scene. She hissed quietly, "Shut up! Do you realize what you just said out loud?!? Do you want Eric to hear that? Don't you think he'd find that odd?" The threat of having everything discovered by Eric only excited her further.

But Alan didn't reply to that and just kept fucking. After a while he switched positions and had Xania sit in his lap and bounce up and down on his pole. He did that so he could have her face his house, giving his sister and mother a great view. Xania cursed him for it, but also loved it.

Finally, when he was all done shooting his load into her, he untied Xania and the two of them relaxed on the pool deck. It was reasonably warm so they lay out in the sun and recovered.

"Wow," he said. "I got some good use out of that rope. By the way, did I mention that the shadow you see up there isn't really Mr. Pestridge?" He reached into the bag full of vibrators and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a number. "Hi. Amy? ... How you doing? ... Thanks again for doing the big favor. Xania got a kick out of it. Give us a kiss and a wave."

Xania watched full of chagrin as she saw Amy wave from the window. Then Xania turned to Alan. "You evil little bastard! You really are a bastard this time. You had me going! I mean, Suzanne's husband! I was worried for her. You!" She turned and slapped him on the cheek and then launched a tickle attack. Alan fought back until they both called a truce and had to rest from all the laughter.

"God, I love it here," Xania said aloud. "You really know how to have a good time and spread the joy. No wonder all the women flock to you. Speaking of which, let's take care of this Glory situation. Let me finish explaining before you have to eat and shower. What a bizarre morning!"

"You think this is bizarre? What, you think fucking a naked and tied up beauty in my own back yard while my girlfriend watches from one window and my mother and sister watch from another qualifies as bizarre? This brings me to another issue. I hesitate to call these 'problems' because they don't compare to people with real problems, but damn, my life is beyond bizarre. I'm having a hard time dealing with just, all the totally surreal bizarreness I experience every day. My life used to be so completely nerdy and normal."

Xania replied, "Unfortunately that and the other issues will have to wait for another day. You've got to get ready, and I'll be gone by the time you get back from school. But don't worry, I'll be back here soon enough or you can come visit my place. Plus there's the phone and e-mail. We need to arrange this whole Sean weekend on the phone anyways."

So Xania finally finished her vibrator explanation. Then she and Alan went inside to eat breakfast.

CHAPTER 10

In order for Alan to put his plans for Glory into immediate effect he needed to get to school early. As soon as he sat down, he said to Susan and Katherine, "I've got bad news. I know I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but I really need to take it easy. We've really got to rush here because I have to get school at least ten minutes early, preferably fifteen. And then I'm going to have to lay off the sex when I get home due to my pile of homework." He looked right at Katherine and said sadly, "I'll even have to skip my S-Club meeting this afternoon." He expected her to pass that message on to Kim later in the day. She nodded in understanding.

Susan brought bowls of cereal for Alan and Xania who were sitting at the dining room table. "Why don't you two get started, then. Tiger, how was your morning fuck? Did you give your big, thick, juicy dick to Xania like I expect you're gonna give it to me?" She smiled benignly. From her tone and demeanor one might have guessed she'd asked him if he had a nice walk instead.

Alan responded, "It was great, and I almost gave her my all, but I didn't give Xania my complete 100%. I'm saving that just for you."

Susan walked back to the kitchen beaming. "Awww. What a nice boy."

He quickly added, to his family members, "And don't either of you ask Xania about the fuck. Mom, if I know you at all, you're going to want to vicariously experience our fuck by having Xania describe it in graphic detail. But save that for later, after I'm gone. I've got to hurry." He dived into his cereal.

Susan pouted. "Shucks." She resumed cooking.

Xania just smirked and then dug into her Honey Nut Cheerios.

Katherine sat on a stool by the kitchen counter. She held the day's newspaper in her hands and asked, "Big Church Steeple Brother, you're probably too busy to read the paper this morning, but what if I read it to you?"

"That sounds all right," he said while stuffing his face with another spoonful of cereal.

"Let's see what we have here." She ostentatiously fluffed the paper. "Here's an interesting one, a local boy makes good type story." A change of tone indicated she was reading the headline. "Area Teen Sets New Daily Orgasm Record."

"Sis, come on! Get serious. As if there'd be an article about me in there."

"Oooh! Look who's all full of himself. I'll have you know it's not about you at all. Looks like you have some competition. Wow. Ten climaxes in one day. I guess you'll have to fuck us all more often to keep up."

"Yeah, right. As if more fucking is humanly possible. What's his supposed name?"

"Hmm. Let's see here. Ah. 'Ivor Biggun.'"

Xania and Susan laughed while Alan just groaned.

"Come on, Little Puffy Sheathed Sis. Get serious. Read the front page."

"Okay, here's a front page headline. 'State Supreme Court Strikes Down Incest Prohibition.' Wow! This is awesome! It says here that a California law prohibiting sex between siblings has been struck down as a violation of the right to privacy. However, and I quote, "This provision will only remain valid for those who prove their seriousness and dedication to this serious breach of traditional mores. Brothers must fuck their sisters at least once a day to retain this legal exemption. Furthermore, the twice daily fucks, preferably twice at the very least, must be deep, hard, and intense, and give the sister lots of wonderful orgasms.' Unquote. That's according to Supreme Court spokesman Dick C. Normus."

Alan laughed with the others, but he said, "All right. That's it. No more newspaper reading allowed. Now let's finish our food and get out of here."

"Wait! But I haven't even told you about the gripping courtroom testimony of one Ms. E. Norma Snockers who convinced the judges that she suffered severe emotional and physical distress when her brother didn't fuck her at least three times a day!"

Alan got up and ripped the paper from his sister's hands while everyone else laughed. He tossed it on the counter and went back to his cereal.

Susan chided, "Angel dear, let's focus so our well hung lover here can get to school early. And whatever happened to your top? Put it back on so he can concentrate." She added with great eagerness, "Now, as for your story, I know it's imaginary, but does it have anything in there about sons fucking their needy, loving mommies?"

"No, Mom. It only says that good mommies should allow their sons and daughters to fuck each other... finally! As for my top, Xania, did you know that there's a little thieving gremlin living in our house? He especially likes to steal women's tops so he can ogle their tits. Of course you can guess what his name is."

Xania couldn't stop grinning. "No. What?"

"Seymour Juggs."

But despite all the fun, they did manage to get ready quickly without any serious sexual play. Susan in particular was very disappointed that she couldn't even so much as watch a handjob, much less give one herself. Her sexy morning rituals with Alan were an expected daily highlight for her now.

Susan drove Alan and Katherine to school, getting there a good fifteen minutes early. No sooner did Alan get out of the car when his friend Sean came rushing up to him.

"Whoa! Dude! Fuckin' A, man, fuckin' A!" Sean was beaming and excited.

Alan immediately grabbed him and steered him away from the other students streaming to their classes. While they walked, Alan said, "Pretty good, eh? How does it feel to be an ex-virgin?"

"Damn, it feels good!" Suddenly he stopped. "Let me shake your hand. If you weren't a guy, I'd hug you and kiss you."

They shook hands vigorously, and both sported big shit-eating grins.

"Kim's pretty good, isn't she," said Alan, as his friend nearly shook his hand off.

"Damn straight! Fuckin' A! Greatest thing in my life! I'm gonna fuckin' name my first born after you, man! What can I say? 'Thank you' just doesn't cut it. I'm totally gonna pay you back with some really good deed, though I can't imagine what could compare."

"Don't worry about it. Just remember, not a word to anyone, okay? If you wanna let your feelings out about how great it was, talk to me."

"If being quiet means I might get a second chance with her, I'll never speak to anyone about anything ever again for the rest of my entire life!"

Alan smiled even more, happy for his friend. "No need to go that far. You're on the fast track to sexual discovery, and time is of the essence. I'm gonna talk to Kim and see if we can't get you a repeat performance this afternoon."

"THIS AFTERNOON? COOL!"

"Ssshh! Keep it down, man." Alan resumed walking away to a safer, more remote spot, and Sean followed. "This is not exactly a normal conversation we're having here."

"So, Alan. Kim told me some things that you said were okay for her to tell me. Man, I can't believe it! Everything you said is true! No wonder we never see you any more. If I had a chance to fuck gorgeous babes all day long, I don't think you'd ever see me again either."

Alan smiled. He was glad to see that Sean had a healthy libido. Part of him had worried that Sean would rather watch Farscape or South Park on TV than spend all his time fucking. "Dude, I hate to boast, but you don't even know the half of it. Not even a fraction. If you could only know what I did in the last twelve hours or so, it would completely destroy your mind."

Sean grabbed him by the shoulder and asked him conspiratorially, "Did you do two girls at once? That's like a super huge fantasy of mine."

"Only all the time! This is the life, I'm telling you, and you're gonna experience all kinds of things. All you have to do is not say a word to anyone and I'll officially make you my apprentice."

Sean said gleefully in a Yoda voice, "Always two there are - the master and the apprentice." He and Alan were big Star Wars fans too.

Alan chuckled. "Yes, my young padawan, but we've got to work on your lightsaber techniques, and I'm talking about the one between your legs. We've got to train you for Heather."

Sean suddenly frowned at the mention of Heather.

Alan didn't expect a frown and it brought him up short. "What?"

"Well, I mean, it's great with you wanting to set me up with Heather and all, but if everything you say is true, then that means that you and Heather really did... I mean, you two... you..."

"Fucked. Yes, we fucked. Deal with it. Sean, look. I know you adore Heather, but I have to pop your bubble a bit. She's a total slut, okay? She's slept with half the football team, and I don't mean that metaphorically. Get used to it. You're going to have to get used to all kinds of things in very short order. I have a huge weekend planned for you. Clear the decks, because you're going to be a non-stop fucking machine all weekend long."

"No way. How is all this possible?"

"Sean, I have a theory. I've learned that life isn't fair. Just as the rich get richer, and the powerful get even more powerful, it's the guys with all the women who get even more. Somehow I've fallen into the lucky crowd. I'm having so much great sex that I don't know if I'm coming or going. It feeds on itself. Once you've proven yourself as a steady source of orgasms, that you're not psycho, and, most importantly, you don't blab, it's incredible how many women will want to fuck you. Now you're moving into the 'in' crowd. If you can show yourself to be talented and able to deal, you'll find that the sky's the limit." He thought about explaining that he'd just gotten a brand new sex slave to help illustrate that there really was no limit on what could happen, but then decided that wasn't prudent, even if he didn't mention Brenda by name. "The key is to remember that women want a confident guy. Act like you're in charge and know what you're doing, even if you don't."

"Oh, man. It's tough. I am so not there yet. Kim had to be really patient with me yesterday. But she said I got a lot better by the end."

"No worries. I know more than you realize. I talked to her on the phone after you left her house." Alan was glad to learn that Kim felt Sean had a lot of potential, even if he was all fingers and thumbs his first time. Kim didn't want a boyfriend, just a good fuck, and Sean at least helped her to two climaxes. "That's why we're training you step by step. Once you get into some kind of Don Juan zone, the women pick up on the vibe, and you literally have to fight them off."

"Whoa. Hey! Lately all these good looking girls have been coming up to you, acting all flirtatious. That's another thing that's been weird about you lately. We were starting to think you were gay, with you turning them all down. Are you saying that, in fact, you're really secretly doing all of them?"

"No. Pretty much none of them. I tend to go for the older, more sexually experienced woman. In fact, I want to hook you up with one of those over the weekend. She's a perfect ten, and a part time soft porn star. She lives in L.A., so think of an excuse that'll get your parents to allow you to go away for the whole weekend."

"A porn star? Dude! This is so fucking unbelievable! Despite everything that's turned out true, you gotta be putting me on about this. No way!"

Alan smiled a wry smile. "Welcome to my life. Not a day goes by where I don't think the words 'bizarre' and 'unbelievable,' over and over. You're going to love it. I do. The only thing is that I just get so tired and weary, and I'm failing half my classes. Let me tell you a secret, and if you even THINK about telling anyone, I'll kill you. I'm trusting you so much here, with all of this."

Sean nodded.

He leaned in close and whispered, "I have a whole harem of beautiful women at my disposal. Almost a dozen women, ready and willing to fuck me at any time, in any combination. Soon you're gonna see what some of that is like if you keep doing what I say and keep your mouth shut. I'm not going to let you fuck most of them as I feel quite protective towards them, and I don't even want you to know who most of them are. But you'll develop a little harem of your own, if that's what you want. Think of the cheerleaders Kim, Janice, and Joy. Maybe even Heather'll be in it." He pulled back with a conspiratorial wink to see his friend's reaction.

Sean stared at Alan with his mouth practically hanging open. He imagined the four cheerleaders mentioned all naked on one bed, beckoning him to join them. "Shit, man! No way! ... No fuckin' bleeding way! But Heather is the only one I could ever love. Although..."

Alan smiled to himself because he could already see the same dark forces working Sean that had worked on him. His loyalty to Heather lasts about two seconds once he sees the possibility of sex with lots of other girls too. I guess that's just how most males are. But I'm going to protect Sean from taking things too far, like they've gone with me. I'm trying to stave off the asshole factor, but can he fight that evil urge without the likes of Amy for sanity support? I don't think so.

Sean asked him urgently, "How am I going to make it through my classes today, thinking about that? Not to mention Kim waiting for me after school! Jesus Christ!"

"Like I said, welcome to my life. I can't think about anything but sex any more." He walked off with a happy smile, while Sean just stood there and stared at his friend in total amazement. Alan felt really good to let another person know some of what was happening to him, and to share some of the sexual joy with another guy. He had a good feeling that his friend wouldn't tell anyone anything, and that things would work out for Sean. He pulled a watch out of his pocket and saw that he still had ten minutes to spend with Glory if he hurried to her classroom.

As Alan approached Glory's classroom, he thought, Sean will probably never know the full extent of everything I do. It's just too strange to believe, not to mention the dangers of telling him. Like right now. What would he think if he knew my backpack contained a large and varied vibrator collection that I plan to use on my hot and sexy history teacher to keep her on sexual overload all day long?

CHAPTER 11

When Alan got to Glory's class, the door was open, to welcome in her first period students. But Alan checked to make sure no other students had arrived yet, then he immediately turned around and closed the door, which automatically locked it.

Glory stood up and walked over to where he was. "Hey! You can't do that. Students are going to start coming in any minute. They'll want to come in here and sit down." She seemed intent on unlocking the door herself.

"Good morning to you too, Glory. That's why we have to lock it. I'm late but I'll be quick."

"What are you..." Her voice faded out, because Alan took out a huge dildo and held it up in front of her. Her eyes went wide. "Alan!"

"Quick, pull up your skirt so I can put this in you." The dildo in his hand zoomed down towards her butt.

"Hold on! You're crazy. Get serious, young man! You can't just put that in me. That's way, way, WAY too big. I have classes to teach!" She held her skirt in place with her hands so he couldn't slip anything into her.

"You're right. It is too big. What if I had a smaller one?"

"Well, that would be better..." She caught herself smiling, but then shook her head as if to clear certain naughty thoughts. "But that's not the point! What's this all about? I have to teach! I take my teaching very seriously. I can't have this kind of distraction. Now, go on. Shoo!"

He pulled out a slightly smaller, but still quite large, dildo. "How about this one?"

"Better, but I can't teach with that in me! It's still too big. How could I concentrate? This is all very amusing, but really..." Glory's resolve was weakening, despite her protests. She was becoming very aware of the feel and friction of her panties in her crotch. She readjusted the way she sat, and then readjusted again. And again.

He put that dildo back and pulled another, slightly smaller than the last and about the size of a typical penis. "This one?" It was bent, making it look something like a pink banana.

She chided him with a sigh, upset with her weakening resolve. "Alan! What am I going to do with you?"

Alan grinned devilishly. "I don't know, but I'm sure we can think of some things later." He winked. "But right now I'm going to put this up your pussy. There's really a very good reason for this, but we don't have time for explanations. Just try it out and see. I promise you, it won't interfere with your teaching at all. Look how small and harmless it is! Plus, it's totally high tech. You have to check this out!"

He pulled out some more items. He handed Glory a cell phone, then a small box connected to it via a short wire. Then he gave her a much smaller vibrator.

She put the other items on her desk then held up and examined the small box.

Alan meanwhile held the big vibrator and pointed out various features.

She interrupted, aware of the time pressure, "Yes, yes, it's a vibrator, I know. But what's this system called? How does it all work together?"

He explained, "It's all one unit called the Televibe. I learned how to use it just before school, but it's really excellent. You have to put the two vibrators in both your holes, then the cell phone and the attached control unit in a pocket. I'll call you on my phone here, and the signal goes to your phone, the control unit, and then signals are sent to the vibrators, setting them off. So I can adjust what they're doing from anywhere, just by hitting a button my phone! Isn't that awesome?"

Glory chuckled. "You really are too much." She could already feel the dampness between her legs starting. It used to take her a lot of foreplay before she'd get wet, but it seemed that wasn't a problem for her with Alan.

"So what do you think?"

She joked, "Too bad I'm not your science teacher, or I might have to give you an A for clever use of technology." She paused, and thought to herself, I'm not REALLY going to go through with this. Am I? Maybe just test it out a bit, and see if it really works. I do have self-control! Nothing's more important than my teaching responsibilities, and Alan is under some kind of impression that I'd wear this during my classes. ... Well... Maybe just a quick test of this gizmo.

Ever so slowly, she pulled up her skirt until the bottom of her panties could be seen by Alan standing in front of her. She gave him a smoldering look that told him she was going to go through with it, even if she still didn't realize it herself.

But just then there was a knock on the door. Alan used that to his advantage to ensure her compliance. "Quick! Put it in! We don't have time. I promise I won't bother you during your teaching. I'll keep it on the lowest setting then. Hurry!"

Glory pushed her panties aside. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'll admit I'm curious to see if it really works like you say it does. Just the one vibrator, though. I'm not putting anything up my ass." She took the pink vibrator from Alan and pushed it up her pussy herself. She wasn't averse to having a finger up her butt, but that was as far as she went. She hated anal sex, and had never used an anal vibrator before.

"The whole thing won't work without both vibrators. That's where the main receiver is, while the other part holds the battery. Please! Quick!" He was making the "main receiver" idea up, but he was ready to say anything to get her to agree, especially knowing that a growing crowd must be forming at the door.

She put the egg-shaped anal vibrator into his hands, pulled her panties down her thighs, and quickly bent over her desk. She pulled her butt cheeks apart for him as he knelt behind her. "Okay, but you'd better not set this one off - ever! God. Look how demeaning and embarrassing this is. Why are we doing this again today?" Her butt trembled with nervous anticipation. She was acutely aware that there had to be at least a couple of her students already waiting outside her door to come in.

"Today's the only chance to use it. It's now or never!" That wasn't true and wasn't really a coherent excuse, but he couldn't think up anything better. Luckily, the initial sensation of a pair of vibrators going into both her holes kept Glory too distracted to pay much attention to his bad lie.

Glory couldn't believe the sensation of fullness in her posterior as Alan pressed the egg vibrator into her fearful asshole. Even though it was much smaller than the banana-shaped vaginal vibrator, it felt huge to her nearly virgin ass. At long last she felt her anus swallow the egg completely.

Then Alan pushed his finger inside her behind to press the egg a few inches deeper into her. He pulled her panties up tightly into her crotch, stood her up, and smoothed her skirt back down. Satisfied there was no evidence of what they'd been doing (aside from Glory's shocked and flushed facial expressions and heavier breathing), Alan went to the door and opened it up before Glory could change her mind.

Only about five or six students wandered in, as there was still about five minutes to go before class started and most students liked to linger and talk in the hallway. Alan stayed and talked to Glory for a couple more minutes in front of the other students. They pretended to be talking about the grading of papers and other mundane topics as if Alan really was her teaching assistant. More students filed in, paying no particular attention to either of them.

Meanwhile, Glory began to wonder just what she'd gotten herself into. Alan had overwhelmed her with his enthusiasm, and she hadn't fully realized what she was agreeing to. It began to finally hit her that Alan intended for her to wear the two vibrators for hours and hours. She additionally became acutely aware of the buzzing sound her vaginal vibrator was making (the anal vibrator was kept off). The sound was nearly imperceptible, but that was at the lowest setting. If it got louder, it might be detectable above the din of the usual classroom background noise, or the scraping of the tree branches against the windows. She wanted to complain and take them out, but it was too late. Class was about to start.

Alan made to leave with only a minute or two to spare to reach his own class. But right as he disengaged from talking to Glory by her desk, he reached into his shorts pocket and dialed in an increase in the vaginal Televibe's setting. He almost couldn't help himself from laughing with glee as he saw Glory's face react and curiously pucker up while her eyes got big as if someone had goosed her posterior. As he fled down the hallway, he dialed in a decrease back to the lowest setting. He wanted to keep his pledge not to disturb her teaching, but he figured he'd have plenty of fun with his new toy during the class breaks.

CHAPTER 12

"Looks like someone had a fun morning. I'm jealous." Suzanne winked at Xania as the two of them sat in the dining room with Susan, eating breakfast and drinking coffee. Susan had just returned from dropping Alan and Katherine at school.

"Yeah, well," Xania replied modestly, "probably not as much fun as Brenda had last night, judging by her screams. Not to mention how much fun Alan has ALL the time. He's the Energizer Bunny come to life. It's like it's Alan's world, and we just live in it."

Suzanne nodded in glad agreement and said, "I sure do know how to pick them, don't I?" But then with a start she realized she'd slipped up - one could take that to mean that she'd initiated Alan's six times a day treatment instead of merely reacting to it. Luckily, no one seemed to notice.

Xania looked over at Suzanne, who appeared to be dressed in a suit as if she was about to attend a formal business meeting, except that her jacket and blouse was opened at the front so her large boobs could spill out. Xania couldn't help but ask, "Suzanne, by the way, is your outfit some sort of wry social commentary?"

Suzanne paused in drinking her coffee and looked down at herself. "Oh. I suppose one could take it that way. No, I just told my husband I was off to do some business related things, and I wanted to have a cup of coffee before I changed into my more casual and comfortable Plummer house clothing."

"And so you're topless ... because...?"

"Xania, once you start going without clothes, you'll find that it's torture to not at least have something sexy hanging out. But if it bothers you so much, I'll go change. I can still hear and see you from there, just as you can see me." She got up and walked to the underwear cabinet in the front entrance way.

Susan and Xania watched Suzanne undress and then redress while they sipped at their coffees. Then, after some more kitchen small talk, Susan asked, "So, Xania, how long can you stay with us before you have to head back north?"

"Oh, I should probably get going about midday. I do have things to do." She didn't want to mention it, but she had a dentist's assistant class to attend. She figured that in a couple of years she wouldn't be able to get any more acting jobs and she'd need to transition to another career.

"Oh good. That gives us some time, then. You can join us for our morning routine. We start every day with exercises to keep in shape and I'm sure you must as well, given the way you're so healthy and well toned. We've got a decent collection of exercise machines in the basement. Suzanne put hers in with mine. It'll be fun to have a visitor join us." Susan was all smiles until an embarrassed look crossed her face. "But I, uh, I should warn you that lately, our exercises have become a bit, well, unusual..."

Suzanne laughed as she walked back into the kitchen dressed in just a loose shirt and shorts. "Xania, she means that, increasingly, our exercising sessions are less focused on the exercising of our legs and arms and more the exercising of our tongues and pussies. But not today, I imagine. We're all pretty wiped out after last night. And Susan, don't worry too much about Xania. Look at everything she's done with us and Alan since arriving yesterday. It's not like she's going to mind a little more sexy fun."

Susan sighed. "You're right that we're tired out." But then with thinly disguised eagerness, she continued, "But would it be okay if we exercise in the nude?"

Xania laughed too. "Susan, don't you remember our appointment where you sat in my office topless? Of course it's fine. In fact, I hope you're not too tired because I might have trouble keeping my hands off you. Both of you."

Susan queried, "So that means we were successful in breaking you in?"

"Yes, though putting it that way makes it sound like a bad thing, like I've been broken against my will by cruel masters. I prefer to think of it as an opening up. In this house, sex comes freely and naturally and one just lets go and opens up. It's intoxicating."

"Let's go downstairs then," Susan enthused. "I can hardly wait to get all these stuffy clothes off." Susan wore nothing more than her usual morning apron plus a T-shirt (for Xania's sake), but to her that was horribly overdressed.

Suzanne pouted, "Already? I just finished changing once. Oh well. I guess I'll have to go do it again." She stood up and started undressing. She took an incredibly long time to pull her panties down. "Look at this! Underwear. It's ridiculous. Serious chafing problem, here. Susan I think I'm starting to love nudity as much as you do."

Xania watched Suzanne undressing with all the allure of a professional stripteaser and exclaimed to her, "God DAMN, you're a sexy woman. You haven't changed a bit. You don't even look older! You still have a way of maximizing the sexiness of every move you make. Susan, do you realize how lucky you are to have Suzanne as your next door neighbor?"

Susan gave a big contented smile and said emphatically, "Yes." Then she asked, "Suzanne, why'd you keep your panties on, anyways?"

Suzanne grinned. "What can I say? I'm a showboater. I just like having you watch me take my clothes off, and the more to take off, the better. Besides, I knew I wouldn't have had them on more than a couple of minutes. If I had to wear them any longer I wouldn't have wanted to bear it."

All three women walked down the stairs to the basement in the buff. They only wore small, inconsequential things, such as sweatbands, socks, and sneakers. As soon as they got downstairs, Xania said, "Susan, I have a bit of a confession to make. I wasn't as reluctant last night as I made out to be. I was just having fun. The fact is, I've actually had quite a lot of sexual experience."

That took Susan by surprise. She looked at her best friend and asked, "Suzanne, did you know about this?"

Suzanne thought, Well, given the fact that she and I used to lick each other out back when we were college roommates, it's not exactly a huge surprise. But she kept the thought to herself and answered, "Xania and I have been out of contact for some time, but I've pretty much gathered that, yes."

Xania explained, "You see, Susan, I'm not exactly a normal psychiatrist. I love sex, so my specialty is sexual relations. I do a lot of counseling of couples, helping with their love lives. That's why I'm so fascinated by your family and friends. I'd like to do a sort of informal case study of your family's situation. Not a formal, written study, mind you, just something for my own edification. Your family seems to be on the cutting edge in so many things. For instance the sheer number and duration of Alan's erections, not to mention things like this stealth stroking concept or your greeting rituals. It's all so fascinating. All one has to do is walk into the house, and one is overwhelmed by the smell of sex. It's an intriguing mix of Alan's unusually sweet cum - something else I'd like to learn more about, by the way - and the potent smell of women in heat. Even down here in the basement, the air just screams, 'Let's fuck like rabbits!'"

Susan laughed. "We do our best. Of course, Xania, you're always welcome here, as long as you remember the house rules: hot, big-titted women like yourself have to spread your legs for Alan whenever he wants it. But now that you're broken in, and doubtlessly been thoroughly fucked by him like you deserved, I don't think that will be a problem."

"No, I don't think it will," Xania agreed, grinning. "That's the best thing about these case studies, the firsthand participation."

"So have you done other studies like this? Do you know of other families like ours?"

"No. You're unique. But I am conducting another sexual case study right now, in a more formal manner. Since I'm in L.A., I thought I'd look at the porn industry. But what's funny is that I approached them pretending to be an actress, and people liked my looks and soon I was getting all kinds of jobs. You can actually find movies with me in them! Not great movies, mind you, but I have some minor roles in some actual mainstream R-rated films."

"Wow. Amazing!" Susan was impressed.

Xania wanted to be more open and honest about who she really was, but couldn't tell the complete truth because she also enjoyed her psychiatrist/sex therapist role she'd developed with the Plummer family. She was more direct and honest (but still not completely honest) with Alan for a variety of reasons. The main reason was that Susan had a lot of emotional investment in Xania's psychiatrist role, while Alan didn't. Xania's professional seal of approval on Susan's incestuous and lesbian activity was very psychologically important to her, so Xania tried to maintain more dignity with the whole "case study" concept.

That resolved, the conversation drifted to what Xania had been doing with herself the last few years. She could answer fairly honestly, now that Susan at least knew of her acting work. They also finally got around to actual exercising.

CHAPTER 13

All of them were tired, especially Xania, since she'd woken up before the others and had an exhausting couple of fucks. So they took their time exercising, and in between sets on machines or switching machines they often talked.

Xania talked some more about her personal life, going into detail about her general lack of success with romantic relationships. In the process she made clear just how much she loved to fuck and how often she did it. This, plus all the naked bodies pumping on the exercise machines, slowly increased the arousal level of all three women.

At one point Xania made the comment, "You know, given my little time around the porn industry, I can't help but notice just how much money we'd make if there was a crew here to film us exercising in the nude like this. I imagine they'd call it something like 'Lesbian Workout Inferno' and make a million bucks. I'm definitely not suggesting it - no way. I'm just pointing out that there are countless men who would gladly give their right testicle just to watch what you do every day to stay in shape. Weird."

"What is it with guys and boobs?" Suzanne asked, a bit tongue in cheek. She stopped her exercising and walked over to where Susan was exercising, then stopped her too. She pressed her tits into Susan's and the two of them began mashing their boobs together, rubbing them around in circles while they clutched each other's asses. "Guys have a totally unhealthy fascination with tits. Why, there might even be men who find what we're doing arousing." She was even more tongue in cheek now. Susan giggled.

Xania had a particular thing for Susan's breasts, since she'd already gotten to know Suzanne's quite well in college. She stopped exercising too, and pulled Suzanne away. "Forget men! Damn, that's hot. Can I play with Susan's nips for a bit?" She pushed and pulled on both of Susan's nipples aggressively.

Susan yelped a bit, and said, "Be careful, Xania. I have to warn you that my tits are tremendously sensitive. When people touch me there, especially when they touch my nipples..."

Xania pulled on one of her nipples again in response, and hefted that tit up with both of her hands to bring it to her mouth.

"Oh! Like that. Especially there ... The underside is quite nice too, but really the whole of my breasts... It's all such an erogenous zone that I don't know if you should start." Xania started licking the nipple she was focusing on. "Oh no! You see? Sucking's the worst. Or the best! I don't know. It gets so intense for me, and my craving for Alan's cock gets so great, but I have nothing to put in my mouth and suck on when he's at school. It's so aggravating!"

Suzanne didn't want to be left out, so she grasped Susan's other breast while Xania continued aggressively fondling and licking the one she'd been holding up. Suzanne pointed out to Xania, "Susan keeps telling all of us that her tits will just up and take control of her brain if they get too aroused. So you've been warned. Are you really ready to face Susan's tits on the rampage?"

Xania bent down and again licked Susan's left nipple. Suzanne saw what she was doing and did the same to Susan's right. Xania paused long enough to ask, "So what do we have to do to get her tits to come out and play?"

Susan bent her head back in ecstasy. "Just keep doing that, you two! Oh GOD! Don't! ... It's too intense! ... No, do it! Do it! Fucking do it! ... But wait! I can't handle it! Stop!"

Xania and Suzanne licked a bit longer until they knew Susan's engine was really running. They continued regardless of what Susan said.

Then Xania unexpectedly pulled away and moved back to one of the exercise machines. She had her own exercise schedule and wanted to finish this particular workout. She asked, "So Susan, if your tits have taken over and we're speaking directly to them now, what's your greatest wish? More titfucks?"

"Yes, but more than that, I want to be milked! Not just what Suzanne is doing now," Suzanne happened to be squeezing the entire tit she'd been working on as if she was trying to empty it, "not just play milking, but real, honest to God milking! Like what Alan talked about last night. I want both my son and daughter to drink from my tits every day and squeeze my life-giving mommy's milk out of me, constantly! I want to gush my milk all over my Tiger in the same way that he covers me in cum!"

Suzanne pulled away from Susan and went back to her exercise machine because she too wanted to finish exercising before getting seriously into sexual play. But Susan was so excited now that she grabbed both of her tits and began squeezing them tightly as if trying to shoot milk out of her nipples.

Susan seemed more than a bit preoccupied, so Suzanne pointed out to Xania, "Susan adopted Alan and Katherine, but she adopted them not long after they were born. She could have breast fed them, but with the way she was brought up, no one thought of having her induce lactation, way back in those days. Maybe her desire to breast feed grew out of her frustration in not being able to do it then."

Xania was back exercising, and Suzanne was too, but Susan remained intent on her weighty mammaries, as if she could squeeze them all day.

Xania pointed out, "Alan seemed a bit noncommittal on the lactation issue last night. But Susan, or Susan's tits if I'm speaking directly to you," she chuckled while saying that, moving her eyes down to Susan's chest, "it's obviously a very big deal for you. Or, should I say both of you? Or all three of you?" She grinned. "I have a suggestion. I think we should induce lactation immediately, and surprise Alan with it. He probably doesn't know what to say because he doesn't really know what it all means or what it would be like. How easy it is to start or stop, how many times a day do you need to be drained, and so on. So he needs some hands-on experience to figure it all out."

Susan gasped with pleasure. Then she moaned, "Hands-on experience? Alan? Oh YES! Tiger, milk your mommy! Many times a day! So many times a day! Put your mouth on your sex cow's udders and keep it there!"

Suzanne smiled while rolling her eyes a bit. "Calm down, Susan. I think we're verging on a serious discussion here. Can you stop squeezing your tits like that? I'm finding it hard to think the way you're carrying on. I for one don't think you need this lactation thing. It's a nice fantasy but a pain in the ass in real life. Just keep it a fantasy."

Susan reluctantly let go of her throbbing breasts because she really wanted to pay attention and get some good advice on this issue. "How would you know?" She was referring to the fact that Suzanne hadn't breast fed her children, even though Amy and Brad were her own biological offspring. At the time Suzanne thought it would ruin her figure and didn't know about the many health benefits for her children.

Suzanne seemed a bit bothered by that, and opened her mouth to say something in return, but before she could, she was stopped by the sound of Xania laughing uproariously. Annoyed and a bit miffed, Suzanne asked suspiciously, "What's so funny?"

Xania replied between giggles, "Suzanne, I know you, and I can see right through you. You just don't want Susan to lactate because you know it'll make her boobs grow bigger. And we all know Alan loves big boobs. Plus, it'll be something Alan and his mother will have with each other, and you'll be left out."

Suzanne was chagrined because Xania had pegged her perfectly. She wasn't used to such perceptiveness, as the trusting Susan usually took whatever she said and did at face value. She thought, Damn. There's a double edged sword to having such a good sexual advisor. Grrr.

Xania's comment was so perceptive that Susan couldn't help but see the truth in it. She said, "Suzanne! Jealousy! Tsk-tsk. It doesn't become you. Don't worry. Alan loves you very much. You really are like a second mother to him, that's why he calls you Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne rued, "He doesn't call me that much anymore."

"That's just because he doesn't think it's appropriate to call you that when something sexual is going on, and there's always something sexual going on between you two these days. So that's actually a good sign. ... But I don't know about surprising him. I mean, Alan is the man of the house now. I have dreams of him literally replacing my husband in my bed, and in all other things. Should we be making big decisions without consulting him?"

Xania pointed out, "It would just be a testing period so he can make an informed decision. Obviously you're so into the idea that you need to get at least a bit of it out of your system. Imagine how exciting it'll be to shoot a stream of warm milk directly into his mouth. How could he be anything but delighted? Imagine him getting his 'afternoon feeding' right before he takes a nap with a tummy full of mother's milk."

Susan talked more to herself than her friends as she fantasized while grasping both tits. "Mmm. Mommy is going to make her baby feel good. But my baby's not such a baby any more. Baby has a big hard cock and he wants to stick it in mommy's special hole! Oh, yes! His cock fills my cunt while his lips suckle on my udders!"

She stopped, brought her ragged breath under control, and asked with a worried frown, "But can I do that? Can I just test milking out a bit? I've heard it's a pretty intensive thing. You can't just turn it on and off, can you?"

Xania pointed out, "Turning on is relatively easy. We just need to give your nipples prolonged stimulation. It can take a week to a month or more to get started..."

"A month?!?" Susan shrieked.

"Hold on. With the way you and everyone else here are always fondling and sucking your twin glories, I imagine you're pretty close to the tipping point already. And yes, it's a pretty tough regimen. But if you don't actually have a baby who needs the milk to survive, you don't need to have such an intense schedule. You can have fewer milkings a day if you want, or more, if that's what you want. And yes, it's a bit tough on the body to stop, so you don't want to flip it on and off like a light switch. But you could, say, go half the year milking and half without, or whatever Alan wants. You should try it for a month and see how everyone likes it."

Susan fondled herself and hummed, "Mmmm. Daily milkings. HOURLY milkings! Mmmm! Tiger on my right breast, Angel on my left!"

Xania assumed Susan was still paying sufficient attention and went on, "However, I should warn you that it's rare for women with induced lactation to ever get as much milk production as a naturally lactating woman. As it is, we should supplement your stimulation regimen with some pills, if only to increase the quantity of milk you'll produce. I'm guessing you'd want to be a heavy milk producer. I think the pill is called Reglan. Do you know any medical professionals who might be able to get you something like that?"

Suzanne said with some satisfaction, "In fact we do. Don't worry about that." Akami naturally came to her mind.

Susan meanwhile seemed lost in her milky fantasy. The other two just watched her grope at her double-deckers for a bit. But then, remembering her two waiting friends, she focused somewhat and asked, "How do you know so much about this, Xania?"

"I'm a sex therapist, remember? It's true I've never lactated myself, but you're not the first woman to come to me and ask about the use of lactation for sexual play. I have to know about these things."

Xania did have some knowledge, though it wasn't because of previous patients since she'd never had any patients. However, she did have some wild friends who'd used lactation during sex, so she knew about it through them. She'd even sucked on milky nipples during an orgy or two. She quite liked it and already could hardly wait to be back in the Plummer house when Susan was full of milk.

Xania further explained, "The idea isn't really that unusual. Many husbands partake of their wives' milk straight from the source when having sex after the wife has had a baby. It can be an extremely sexual, sensual, and emotional experience which bonds them closer together both as lovers and as life partners. There are even women who can spontaneously squirt milk at the height of intense orgasms, even though they're not actively lactating. Now that I think about it, Alan asked me about that very thing this morning regarding Brenda. He said that he found milk on his chest after he finished fucking her and wanted to know what it meant."

Susan sat up and looked at Xania with alarm. "Brenda? Brenda?!? You mean Alan is going to get his milky goodness from Brenda and not me? I won't have it! May her overly busty tits make her fall flat on her face! That's it. I'm going to lactate for sure. Let's get started right away!" She practically ran at Xania and shoved a tit in her face, as if she could start lactating after a few minutes of sucking.

Xania gently held Susan back while grinning at her enthusiasm.

Suzanne laughed. "I'll admit that I was jealous before, but who's jealous now? Jealousy doesn't become you either."

"This is different," Susan complained, obviously upset. "Alan already loves you and I deeply. To argue over how much is like arguing over the number of stars in the sky. But Brenda, she's a newcomer, and a threat! I don't have to remind you that she has the biggest tits of us all, an all around incredible and squeezably soft body, a cute face, and a properly subservient attitude. What if he takes a greater fancy to her than either of us? Suzanne, we have to band together! The way she's so leaky, she liable to start lactating at the drop of a hat! We have to keep it in the family!"

Suzanne could see the logic of that. She got off her exercise machine as she hadn't been using it for a while anyway and moved over to stand beside her best friend. She put both hands on Susan's breasts, and said, "If you're gonna do it, you can count on me to help, especially with the stimulation you'll need to get started. No time like the present, I always say." She bent down and put her mouth to one of Susan's nipples.

"Dear Lord!" Susan cried. "I'm going to squirt my milk all over! All over Alan, AND Katherine! Yes! Both of my babies will suck my sensitive tits for HOURS AND HOURS! God, it's making me cum already! Just the thought of both of them each taking a tit! I can't handle it!"

Xania moved over to Susan and said mischievously, "You mean like this?"

Again, Xania sucked on one nipple while Suzanne sucked on the other. The sensations, and the idea, were both too much for Susan and she began a very big climax. Suzanne acted quickly and thrust her fingers into Susan's pussy as her climax began. Xania also did her best to help arouse and found Susan's engorged clit. The stimulation was literally too much for Susan to take, and she passed out for a while.

CHAPTER 14

Glory was very irritated at herself, and irritated at Alan. She sat at her desk towards the end of her first period class and had a chance to think as the class was winding down. I don't know which is more aggravating: the fact that Alan tried to make me wear this stupid Televibe thing, or the fact that I agreed to wear it! What was I thinking? That young man has some serious hold over me. It's almost disturbing. He even got me to stick something up my butt! I'm sorry, but I do not put ANYTHING up my butt. Well, until now. Crap. Every time I walk a step I can feel those two toys shift and grind against each other inside of me! I'm just going to have to find him during the break and tell him that these things are coming out!

I'll admit that the technology is clever, and I certainly wouldn't be averse to trying this out some other time, but not while I'm teaching! It is MOST distracting, even at the lowest setting. I mean, I taught my class okay, but this stupid Televibe thing was always on my mind. Not to mention, it made me constantly think about Alan. Those thoughts are the real reason my panties are getting wet. How am I supposed to teach with all these fantasies going through my head? Two minutes ago I was explaining the causes of World War I while imagining Alan pumping away at my pussy with us both naked in the middle of a busy beach! It's a sheer miracle my mouth could keep moving. No, these things are coming out. Period!

Glory dismissed her class a minute later, and then got up to find Alan. She felt obliged to tell him she was taking the Televibe out since she'd promised him otherwise. Just walking to the door was incredibly arousing, as Alan's toys rolled around and against each other inside of her. But as soon as she made it out the door of her class, she felt the pussy vibrator suddenly increase in intensity. Both vibrators had ten settings which varied not only by intensity, but also by the type and pattern of pulses. Alan had switched her vaginal vibrator from "heart beat," which was nothing but very brief and soft twitches, to "throb," which was a rapid and strong pulse. Alan only had a few minutes for Xania to teach him how to use the device before school, so he didn't really know what all the settings were. He assumed that the zero setting was the lowest and nine was the highest, but that wasn't so. For instance, four was one of the strongest settings.

Glory wobbled in her walk, and nearly fell over with surprise as her knees came close to buckling out from under her. Holy shit! She paused in the hallway and struggled to remain standing. She looked around to see if anyone had been watching her. It seemed that her near stumble hadn't been noticed by anyone. The vibrator continued its "throb."

Glory was hit by a stunning realization. I'm completely helpless. Helpless! Alan could turn the vibrator up to a very high level, making it impossible for me to do anything, and unless I'm in a bathroom stall, there's no way I can take these out or otherwise stop them in any way. I don't think this thing even HAS an on/off switch. I didn't see one, at least. I'm completely at his mercy! Unfortunately, I've got to admit that turns me on. I mean, it's not like I'm a submissive, not really, but one couldn't be human and not get aroused in this situation!

But the danger is that he might not even know when I've got a problem! For instance, I could be in the middle of class when there's a sudden silence, and everyone could hear this thing buzzing away, and I wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop it! To think I was annoyed at those branches scraping against the window lately; now they're my salvation. But even worse, this thing doesn't even fit completely inside my hole, thanks to that slightly widened circular base on the bottom end allowing it to rest up against the outside of my labia. Luckily, that ridge isn't very thick, so it's not noticeable if I'm wearing panties, but otherwise it could be bad. Really bad. What would happen if it suddenly fell out of me altogether and clattered to the floor right in the middle of one of my lectures?

Holy shit, again! That's a scary thought! I have to find Alan immediately, or a bathroom if I can make it all the way to the end of the hall. I'm taking both of these out! Where is he? She wandered further down the hall, even as the intense "throb" setting made it difficult to walk.

Then the vibrator's setting changed again. Alan had hit the seven button, which was "Ramp Down Waves," a gradual decrease down to nearly nothing, and then a sudden increase to full, repeating over and over. This made it even more difficult for her walk, especially as the throbbing of the vaginal vibrator caused sympathetic reverberations with the inactive vibrator just a thin membrane away in her butt. She would be fine, briefly, and then hit hard. She placed a hand against the wall and stood in one position until she could recover, except that she couldn't recover. The vibrator was relentless. So, realizing it wasn't likely to get any better, she attempted to continue down the hall on her unsteady legs.

The bathroom was getting in sight, but then Alan changed the setting again. He'd pressed six, called "Rhythmic Pulse." She quite liked that one. She could walk a little better with it because it wasn't jerky like the others. But just as it changed, she saw Alan farther down the hall. He was looking directly at her, and she realized that he'd been watching her from a distance for some time. She walked forwards to him, supremely aware of the plastic toys filling both her holes and in particular the insistent throbbing of the vaginal vibrator, but he walked away at the same pace.

She thought, You bastard! I'll get you for this! Shit! He's toying with me, stringing me along like a human yo-yo. What am I going to do? The bathroom! I need to get to the bathroom! So she headed to the bathroom to take them out, even as she was enjoying them more and more. Her panties were truly soaked now, and she was aroused no matter what the setting was. That was the problem. She was so aroused now that she could hardly think.

Alan could see that she was heading to the ladies' room, so he closed the distance to her to cut her off. He walked right up to her and said, "How are you doing, Ms. Rhymer? Did you stub your toe or something?" He was aware that they could be seen and observed by other students standing just a few feet away, so his joke was as subtle and veiled as he could make it.

She was having a hard time keeping up a front, because she wanted to cry out something like, "You fucking bastard! Stop this insanity this minute and take these fucking things out of me!" But she couldn't say or do anything unusual with other students around. Merely talking to Alan outside of class like this could be eyebrow raising in and of itself. She quickly looked around, and seeing that no one was looking right at her face, gave Alan the evil eye and a quick glare. There were a million things she wanted to say, but she was so flummoxed and uncertain if she was being overheard that she didn't say anything.

Alan said, "I remembered that math sequence for you, teacher. Zero, four, seven, six. Then I think the next number is a two." Right as he said "two," he switched the pussy vibrator to the two setting, which was "Medium Gear," an insistent, constant vibration of middling strength. He hadn't even touched the anal vibrator controls yet, and didn't plan to, as he'd promised not to.

Glory grimaced and tensed up a little. This setting was more intense than the pleasant rhythm of six. She said quietly but forcefully, "No, I think it ends with six. Six, not two."

So Alan dialed a six instead. A big smile returned to Glory's face as she relaxed into her "Rhythmic Pulse" again. However, thanks to his misunderstanding of the settings he thought that meant that she wanted something stronger and therefore closer to the top nine setting, and not something down near the low zero. He was amazed at what he could do just by hitting a button on his phone. He said, "I think you're right. Six. Although, are you sure it wasn't an eight?" He switched the controls to an eight as he said that - "Techno" - causing an intense series of throbs and pulses to rumble like thunder through her.

Glory's eyes went wide as her knees threatened to buckle out from under her again. "No! No! Definitely six! Not eight. Eight's bad!"

So Alan returned the vibrator to the six setting. He looked around and noticed that most of the other students were filing into their classes as the break was coming to an end. No one was paying any attention to their conversation. He said, "A most fascinating discussion, Ms. Rhymer. We'll have to do this again sometime." Then he started to walk off.

Glory was at a loss for words, as the break time between classes was now almost over and she hadn't made it to the bathroom or been able to speak to him about anything. She looked at the bathroom, which seemed so close, yet so impossibly far away, and then at Alan walking away. She grimaced. "Alan! Wait!"

He paused and fiddled with his hand in his pocket, feeling for the right button to press. "Oh. Right. All number sequences end in zero. Sorry." He returned the vibrator to its lowest setting, and continued on to his class.

Glory felt greatly relieved. After all the other settings, the zero setting seemed like heaven. She walked back to her classroom with a spring in her step, amazed at how good it felt to merely have a light buzz. Even the inactive anal vibrator felt good as it shifted around inside her with every swing of her hips. She thought, That didn't go as I expected, but I'll have to admit he makes me so fucking horny! Maybe I'll just keep this in for another hour and see what happens. I hope he caught that I liked the six setting. That's a good one!

CHAPTER 15

Amy felt bad about the possibility that her boasting about Alan had led to his current black eye and bruises. She'd resolved to make up for it somehow, but she didn't know how. Since gossip had caused the problem, she made it a point to keep her ears to the ground and listen for further gossip. She unobtrusively hung out near Heather's friends, because she figured if there was a problem it was probably connected to Heather. Because Amy was perceived as harmless, no one paid her presence any mind. She'd been doing this for a few days (in fact she'd started paying some attention before Alan got punched) and finally struck pay dirt during the break between the first and second periods.

Simone and another friend of Heather's named Melissa were at their lockers in a crowded hallway, standing around and talking as they had some time to kill during the break between classes. A whole clique associated with Heather had their lockers together, so it was a good place for Amy to lurk. Amy had been trying to keep tabs on several different conversations when she heard Melissa say, "I can't believe Heather wants us to tell people that! I wonder what her beef is."

Amy walked closer and acted as if she had been a party to the conversation all along. She said in her nearly constantly happy voice, "Ohmigod! Heather's having you tell people stuff, too? Is it the same thing she told me?"

Simone and Melissa were a bit surprised, but not too surprised, by Amy's interruption. They knew her a bit from a couple of shared classes. Simone asked, "I don't know. What did she say to you?"

Amy was winging it, hoping that if she played along and guessed correctly, she'd figure out what trickery Heather was up to now. She made an educated guess. "I guess she's trying to ruin her reputation. She wants me to say really nasty stuff about her."

Melissa prodded, as if annoyed by talking to a child, "Who, Amy? You have to say who. Are you talking about Ms. Rhymer?"

Amy wasn't as dumb as they thought, and played along. "Yeah. Ms. Rhymer. I guess Heather must be trying to bring her down. What did she have you say about her?"

Simone laughed. "You can say that again. I'd hate to be on Heather's enemies list. Going after a teacher, that takes some daring. She told me to say that she's gotten pregnant by a student. Can you believe it? She's going to have to quit before she starts showing or get an abortion."

"Wow," Amy replied. "I'm supposed to tell people that, uh, her boyfriend beats her up and stuff." She just said the first nasty rumor she could think up.

Melissa tsked, "Amy, if you're spreading rumors, you have to do better than 'and stuff.' What's the rest?"

"Um, that he, like, passes her around to his friends and makes her sleep with all kinds of bad people. If she refuses, he hits her."

"Ooh. Nasty!" said Simone. "She told you that one? I hadn't heard the part about why he hits her."

Amy was amazed that the rumor she thought she'd made up was already in circulation, but she kept her simple, smiling face on and didn't give away any of her feelings. Eager to pump more information out of them, she asked, "So are you supposed to say which student made her pregnant?"

That caused a bit of consternation between Simone and Melissa. They whispered to each other with worried looks on their faces.

Amy could figure out what was going on. She was fairly certain that the rumor had Alan making Glory pregnant, and the two girls didn't want to say that part to Amy since they knew she was Alan's girlfriend. So she said, "Are you two prudes? God! Like, no way. I totally wouldn't have figured you two to be prudes. Me, I don't hold back with anything. Like with my boyfriend Alan. The way I figure, the more girls he sleeps with, the better. It makes me so happy whenever I hear he's made another conquest. It just shows that he's such a stud and a real man!"

Simone looked at Amy uncertainly. She didn't want to be considered a prude. "Yeah. I'd heard that about you. That's a bit... unusual. Well, maybe you'll be happy to know then that the rumor says he's the one who made Ms. Rhymer pregnant."

Amy clapped her hands with glee. "Oooh! He is? Cool! See what I mean? Isn't he such a stud? Simone, don't you think he's just the bestest fuck in the whole world?"

Simone felt uncomfortable answering that, and stayed quiet. She knew that the rumors she was helping spread would hurt Alan as well as Glory. She did feel a certain loyalty and affection for him, but it wasn't nearly as great as her loyalty to Heather, who had been her friend and lover for several years. Simone was one of the few people able to understand and live with Heather's bitchiness. The reminder that she'd had sex with Alan too, however, put her in a bad mood. The fact that Amy obviously knew she'd been fucked by Alan and didn't mind in the slightest further puzzled her.

Melissa meanwhile rolled her eyes. "Amy, it's just a rumor, remember? Knowing Heather, it's probably not even true. I didn't know she's got you working the grapevine too, but go around and tell it to everyone you know. Okay?"

"M'kay! Shucks. That would've been so cool if he'd knocked up his teach. Bummer." She pouted prettily then gave a friendly wave and walked off.

Yet she didn't walk off as quickly as expected and she kept her ears peeled. So she heard Melissa say to Simone, "God. What an idiot and total weirdo. What does Alan see in her, aside from her tits and ass?"

Simone snidely replied, "Why do you have to go beyond those two things? I know Alan and that's all he cares about." She wanted to think he was a bad person so she wouldn't mind spreading rumors against him. "Plus, what guy wouldn't kill to have a girlfriend who actually loves it when he sleeps around? But Amy's such a child. I don't like to spread rumors against her, too. Heather's really flooding the grapevine today, though. I wonder why."

The others had forgotten Amy, so she was able to stand nearby and keep listening. But the conversation drifted off into other idle speculation and she never did hear what rumors were being said about her. She left seething (a feeling almost completely unfamiliar to her), but outwardly she kept her cool. She wanted to rush off and find Alan immediately to tell him what she'd learned, but there was no time left before she had to get to class.

When Amy found Alan in the hallway during the next break between classes, she slowed down and grew cautious as she got nearer to him, because he was in the hallway talking to Glory. Amy lingered at a safe distance, waiting until he was free.

He looked over and noticed her standing about ten feet away, but he continued with what he was saying to Glory. Amy was confused, because it seemed to be some kind of mathematics discussion, but it made no sense to her. Alan was saying, "The sequence goes, zero, three, one, six, two, and nine. I'm sure of it."

Glory answered, "No. Forget the three. That's not in the sequence. You have no idea what a three is like. And a nine? Are you crazy?"

Amy thought that sounded like a very difficult kind of mathematics problem, but then Glory saw that Alan was looking behind her at someone. Glory turned and saw Amy as well, then said something quick and under her breath to Alan and left. That gave Amy just enough time to say what she needed to say about Heather before the break came to an end and third period classes began.

Amy of course had no idea that Alan and Glory were actually obliquely discussing Glory's vibrator settings. Glory had quickly become addicted to the Televibe, and gave no further thought to taking the vibrators out. She made sure to "accidentally" run into Alan in the breaks between classes so she could communicate in their code language which settings he should focus on until he fully understood.

Meanwhile, Heather felt triumphant about the spread of her new rumors against Amy, and especially, Glory. She hoped that at the very least Alan would be forced to curtail his contacts with his girlfriend and teacher at school for fear of inflaming the rumors even more.

Heather was in Glory's third period class. When class began, it became obvious to the astute Heather that there was something unusual about Glory's demeanor. Glory taught like she always did, and her words and actions were as typical as ever, but there was a pained expression on her face. She seemed distracted, and practically tortured at times. Heather thought this meant that Glory, with her interest in hearing all the school rumors, had already heard some of the rumors about her. Heather rejoiced in Glory's misery. She imagined Glory was deeply shaken and desperate.

In fact, Glory's facial contortions were caused by the Televibe. Even though Alan kept his promise not to change the settings while Glory was teaching, she was so aroused from all the constant stimulation all morning long that she remained right on the verge of a climax, and even the lowest setting, the zero, drove her nearly wild with distraction. She was actually in heaven while Heather thought she was in hell.

But soon it would be Heather's turn to feel the flames of hell.

When third period ended she left Glory's class nearly ecstatic. She wanted to gloat. Then she ran into Alan. He had Glory's class right after Heather did. Lately he would arrive at class at the last possible moment to avoid running into Heather, but today he got there as quickly as he could to catch her before she got far.

He walked up to Heather just before she reached a group of her friends. Cutting her off, he said in a polite voice, "Hey, Heather, how goes it? Can I talk to you for a second?"

So they moved to a quieter spot in the hallway, though it didn't have complete privacy since it was still the busy hallway. She knew she should stifle her gloating around him, so she said in a light and normal tone, "How you doin', Alan?"

He just looked at her. A part of him was flabbergasted at the clothes she wore (in this case a sports bra underneath an unbuttoned shirt that allowed one to inspect the shape of her nipples as nearly easily as if she wore nothing). Once again, he wondered how she got away with wearing what she did, and somehow not get generally known as the slut that she really was. He tried to avoid looking at her ample and curvaceous body, and just focused on her face.

He concentrated his anger mentally by remembering the details of what Amy had told him about the rumors that Heather had concocted. His look turned to a glare, then the glare turned into a menacing, penetrating stare. Heather's smiled dropped from her face, as she wondered what was coming over Alan. Then he said, piercingly, "I know. I've heard the rumors, and I have proof you were behind them."

She expected more of an explanation from him, or even a threat, but he simply continued to stare her down until she withered under his malevolent gaze and turned away, unable to face him any longer.

"I'll deal with your ass later..." he said under his breath, with all the cold, brittle anger he could muster. Then he stormed off without looking back.

Heather was stunned. Her exuberant mood was history. She felt devastated. She'd carefully developed a cover story to her rumors, and was going to blame them on the football players, pretending that it was part of their campaign to get at Alan by striking at his favorite teacher and girlfriend.

She was rocked to the core of her being. Shivers of fright ran up and down her spine. She was so unaccustomed to anyone discovering her trickery that she had no idea how to react. She stood alone in the busy hallway and thought, Fuck! I'm so fucked! This wasn't supposed to happen! This NEVER happens! How the hell did he find out? I had it all worked out! Maybe he's bluffing. He must be bluffing. ... No, Alan's a pretty bad liar, and he was extremely convincingly pissed off at me. I was certainly terrified, that's for sure! He MUST know. Shit. That really pisses me off because I had such a perfect cover! It was so brilliant. Fuck!

What am I going to do? Well, for one thing, I'm going to have to tough it out. Act like it's no big deal when we meet later. She thought of Glory. That skanky bitch! It's all her fault. Fuck!

At least I have the satisfaction of bringing her down a bit with these rumors. It's not like Alan can stop their spread now. I need to talk to Alan during lunch and get this sorted out. But how can I when he's gonna get all lovey dovey with that ugly 'ho teacher of his and not even leave her classroom? It makes me SICK to think of them together. I'm the one who really loves you, Alan! FUUUUCCCK!

She went to her fourth period class fuming at herself and at Glory. She irrationally blamed Glory for Alan finding out. But after a while her anger died down and she tried to concentrate on possible solutions. Think, Heather, think! Alan's going to be soooo pissed. I wonder if he's going to take it out on my ass.

She squirmed around in her seat as she delightfully imagined all the things Alan might do to her rear end. But then she remembered his face as he simply said "I know." Worse, she remembered her desire to be his girlfriend, and then realized just how deep of a hole she'd dug for herself. Come ON, Heather! Focus! This is serious! I've really fucked up this time. Like he's ever going to want to be my boyfriend now. Aaargh! I've got to come up with something clever to get myself out of this mess, and fast!

But first, damage control. Shit, I need to do a lot of damage control, otherwise this hole I'm in is only going to get deeper and harder to climb out of! Heather felt a yawning pit of uncertainty and despair start to take hold in her belly. I might really lose him completely if I can't contain this!


 

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, IBT, EBC, LordALM, DavyJones, Lucky KM, Jaydee, and Lee. A special thanks to IBT for extensive help.

Also, note that the Televibe vibrator described above is in fact a real product with that name (find it by using Televibe as a keyword in any Internet search). I adhered to its appearance and functionality as much as possible. However, it was just something I read about on the Internet when looking for an item to fit the needs of the story and I can't speak to its quality or precise details.

 

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