SIX TIMES A DAY -
Part 26
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)
Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
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reserved.
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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 21)
Susan had passed out in the basement of
her house from too much sexual excitement. When she came to, she found
that Xania and Suzanne were both working out on nearby exercise machines.
She felt dizzy, but the sight of the two perfectly figured women engaging
in rhythmic, pistoning motions got her horny almost immediately. Then
she recalled her decision to start lactating, and the tactile sensation
of having both nipples sucked at once came back so strongly that she
almost felt as if it was happening to her again. She nearly screamed
with joy. Instead, she yelled, "Thank you! Thank you! Wow! What
great friends!"
Suzanne looked over and smiled upon seeing
that Susan was up again and feeling so happy. It made her feel really
good. This is what I should be doing. I should be supporting Susan
instead of trying to undermine and best her. Ironically, I think I can
actually get closer to Alan by truly wanting the best for everyone,
because it ties us all that much closer together. Susan's right. Katherine,
Amy, Susan, and I should work as a team. It feels so good to see Susan
as happy as this. She's positively glowing!
Well, at least I'll try this strategy
for a while. My other one was floundering. Maybe I just don't have the
heart to push my way to the front by pushing Susan aside. Most anyone
else, yes, but not Susan. I've loved her for so long. Suzanne nearly
got teary eyed, but restrained herself.
More practically, she looked at the sexual
ramifications to such closeness and selflessness. Us Plummers and
Pestridges should work as a team and fuck as a team. We can overcome
any potential Brenda threat by acting as one giant Alan-fucking machine.
If we're always there to lend an extra tit for him to grope or a second
or even third cocksucking tongue, there's no woman who can--
Xania accidentally
interrupted Suzanne's thoughts. She'd crawled over to Susan, and now
she said, "Ah. Look who's up. A couple of us at least get to finish
our morning exercises, but not so for you."
"Why not?" Susan asked quizzically.
"I can still catch up."
"Yeah, you could, but I think it's
much more important for you to work on some more visualization exercises.
You've got a big day coming up, and you need to prepare." Xania
realized she wasn't going to get any more exercising done with Susan
awake again and obviously already terribly horny so she made herself
comfortable next to where Susan lay.
"Big day? What are you talking about?"
Susan nearly trembled with excitement at the mention of Xania's "visualization
exercises." Those were almost as good as getting fucked by Alan.
Xania smiled. "You silly, you know
what I mean. The first time Alan fucks your pussy. I want to see how
mentally ready you are. Let's have you close your eyes and visualize
Alan naked, standing before you."
Susan looked over to her best friend. "Suzanne,
please stop her. Don't let her make me do this! You don't know what
it's like. It's so arousing, so terribly arousing. The way Xania talks
me through Alan fucking me, it's almost as intense as if he was really
here!"
Suzanne couldn't help but laugh a little.
She grinned and teased, "And how is that a bad thing, exactly?"
Xania tickled Susan's nipples with feather
light touches of her fingertips, causing Susan to gasp and pant while
her nipples hardened. Then she turned to Suzanne and said, "She's
such a lovely thing, isn't she? Look at her, with that innocent and
kind face, but such a sinful, devilish, naked body. Is her pussy ever
not wet? How lucky you are to live next door to her." Mischief
danced in Xania's eyes, as there was little she loved more than playing
with Susan's hefty rack.
Suzanne pointed out, "We moved in
next door to each other because we were already best friends, so it
wasn't luck. And we call it a cunt, not a pussy. But yeah, I know what
you mean." She smiled wickedly. "I think she needs some encouragement
to go with her visualization." Suzanne reached out and, temporarily
taking over from Xania, grasped Susan's boobs. She mumbled, "Gotta
work on starting that lactation," then she resumed sucking one
tit while she played with the other.
Susan cried out, "No! Xania, this
is unfair! This is too intense. Please don't make me think of Alan while
Suzanne's doing that! My tits are already too sensitive from before.
You're going to make me pass out again!"
Xania said, "Too late. Alan's already
in the room. Close your eyes. Can't you see him?" Susan closed
her eyes. "If your tits can't take any more stimulation, don't
think about those hands on you. Think of something else. Think of Alan
and the long, hard, fat mommy-splitter he has hanging down between his
legs. His hands are reaching out to touch you. Where is he going to
touch you?"
Susan was instantly in the fantasy, like
someone dropped into hypnosis with a secret code word. She moaned and
mmmmed a bit, and then said, "I can see it now. He's put his hands
on my legs at first but now they're moving up to my ass. He's going
for my ass! Just like my morning greetings. He must be 'getting my attention.'
I love it!"
Xania commented, "Interesting."
She was fully playing her psychiatrist role in her demeanor, tone, and
even her facial expressions, but at the same time she was fully aroused.
Rather than making notes on a pad of paper as a real therapist probably
would have done, she reached out and grabbed Susan's ass with both hands.
She said, "Imagine my hands are Alan's. He's touching you on the
butt. But change your position so I can reach better."
Susan wasn't sure how to present herself
so Suzanne could have complete access to her tits while Xania had access
to her butt, but luckily she realized she could just lie down on one
of the exercise benches and hang her ass far over the edge. She could
plant her feet on the ground to fully support her weight and have Xania
sit between her legs while Suzanne sat to the side, next to her chest.
All three of them soon repositioned themselves.
Suzanne and Xania went at Susan for a bit,
until she asked, "Wait. If your hands on my butt are Alan's, then
who has their hands on my boobs?"
Xania replied, "Those are Alan's too.
He has many hands. They're everywhere."
Susan whimpered,
"No fair! That's far too sexy! Don't get me so aroused!" She
kept her eyes firmly closed and clenched as she felt another orgasm
coming, but she didn't quite go over the edge.
Xania could see in Susan's face and bodily
reactions how close she was to the edge, so she kept her hands away
from Susan's pussy so as to not push her over. Xania wanted to keep
her right on the verge. As she worked her hands all over Susan's buttocks
and into her ass crack, she said, "Now, keep visualizing. What
are Alan's hands on your butt going to do?"
"Everything! Just everything! He's
going to spread my ass open and lick my asshole! Then he's going to
spank me! I love that. But then he's really going to open me up wide
and plunge his penis, no, his mommy-splitter! I love that term! He's
going to force his mommy-splitter into my tiny back door and fuck my
ass! Yes! You should have seen the way he fucked me there yesterday.
It was so hot, but now I'm too sore!" Susan's voice took on a pleading
and plaintive note. "Don't go there too much, because it hurts.
How can I get my ass fucked more often without it hurting afterwards?"
Xania smiled, and thought, Like taking
candy from a baby. "Funny you should ask, Susan. I have some
great ideas regarding that. Do you know what a butt plug is? Suzanne,
slow down on the nipple sucking for a bit so Susan can think. Actually
we'd better stop the heavy stuff altogether for a bit and just go to
some gentle fondling. Susan really needs to know this."
Suzanne did as Xania suggested and listened
to find out what this expert advice would be.
"Susan, you're in luck. A woman's
virgin ass isn't used to having a really large object, such as Alan's
thick, hard, nasty fuck meat, pushed up into it and stretching it so
widely open. I'll bet his first assfuck hurt." Despite Xania saying
that she and Suzanne should stop, Xania couldn't help herself. She unexpectedly
shoved two fingers up Susan's asshole to illustrate her point.
"UGH!" Xania's two fingers were
quite filling, although nowhere near as filling as Alan's penis was.
Susan had to simply breathe for a while to recover from the shock of
the initial penetration. "Damn straight! That assfuck hurt. And
the second one yesterday, too!" Despite the discomfort, Susan rocked
her hips slightly to try and force those fingers deeper as her asshole
pulsed and throbbed around them.
Xania pulled her fingers out then leaned
in and kissed Susan's clenching anus, very much like the way a mother
would kiss away the hurts and pains of her own child. Susan's little
hole twitched as if waiting for more fingers, or anything else sufficiently
large, to return. It wasn't entirely disappointed. All the tension seemed
to drain out of Susan as Xania licked and rimmed around her asshole
with her exceptionally long and talented tongue.
"Not to worry," Xania said soothingly
between licks, as if she were talking to Susan's butt instead of to
Susan. "You just need to prepare yourself better to take Alan's
fat penis. The more things you can take inside you and the longer you
can keep them in here, the more prepared you will be to take him."
She kissed Susan's twitching anus again. "Luckily there are all
kinds of toys that can help you with that."
Suzanne let go of Susan's tits and stood
up. "That reminds me. I have some killer new dildos I just bought
yesterday. This seems to be the perfect time to break them out. I've
even got some anal ones, too. I'll be back in a sec." She hurried
upstairs.
Susan continued with her "visualization
exercises" while Xania cooed encouragements directly into her ass,
keeping Susan's anus constantly stimulated. It was a purposeful imitation
of their earlier pretend direct discussion with Susan's boobs. Xania
said things like, "Susan's ass, don't let your tits and pussy take
all the glory! Don't you want to take over Susan's brain too? You know
you want to..."
Susan responded
by elaborating on some of her anal fantasies. Xania helped her along
by deeply penetrating Susan's butt with her long tongue and tongue fucking
Susan in mimicry of what she was fantasizing Alan was doing to her ass.
Susan exclaimed, "Xania! Your tongue!
It's like another penis! Fuck me with it!"
Xania grinned, her tongue still buried
in Susan's backside. "You're noht duh firthst tuh call it thaht."
Susan further gasped, "Have I told
you yet that you're invited back here any time? It's an open door! We'll
fucking rent you a limo, just keep that tongue up my butt!"
"Thpeaking of a wide open door..."
Xania dove her tongue back into Susan's relaxed anal entrance. Her lips
formed a seal around Susan's anus as she reamed her deeply.
Xania was surprised at the intensity of
Susan's love for her ass. One of the things Susan told her while gasping
for air was, "I want my Tiger to stuff his rock hard impaler into
his mommy's butt hole and flex it as the new 'rule' for 'getting my
attention' whenever he sees me!" Xania figured Susan was exaggerating
a bit with that one, but she was nonetheless surprised at how much Susan
enjoyed anal penetration.
Xania accurately guessed that the pleasures
of the pussy still seemed too fantastical and intense for Susan to even
focus on them much, so she channeled a lot of that energy into her ass.
She also recalled a joke that Susan had made earlier in the morning,
about Alan marrying her and getting her pregnant. Xania knew that such
jokes often weren't jokes at all. Susan and Suzanne both want to
marry Alan and have his babies. That's obvious. It's obviously also
a part of their blatant yet friendly rivalry, because Alan clearly can't
marry them both. Yet they're both infertile and he isn't very likely
to marry either one of them. However, that obviously doesn't seem to
slow down or hinder their fantasies in these directions. Susan seems
to channel some of her pregnancy desire into a lactation fantasy, while
Suzanne channels her love into pure lust, and a love of fucking. She's
not afraid of her pussy, like Susan is, so she focuses her energies
there, whereas Susan turns more of her energies to the "safer"
areas of the ass and tits. ... Hey! I'm getting pretty good at this
analysis stuff!
CHAPTER 2
Suzanne came back down to the basement
after an unusually long time. She walked in disappointed. "I searched
the underwear cabinet from top to bottom, and my best vibrators aren't
there. All my new toys are gone. I could have sworn I put them there.
They had some cool remote control features." She held up a bag
and pulled out a few items. "But at least I have these dildos,
including this anal one. And here are some Ben Wa balls, and some anal
beads, too." She didn't realize that her toys were gone because
Alan had taken them to school to use on Glory.
However, Xania did realize that, since
she was the one who advised him to take them and how to use them. She
whispered to Suzanne, "Does Susan know that Alan is fucking his
teacher, Glory Rhymer?" Suzanne nodded, so Xania explained to both
mothers, "Actually, I told Alan to take the toys to school. He's
going to use a remote control device to stimulate his teacher Glory
with vibrators all day long."
Susan immediately complained, "OH
MAN! You've got to be kidding me! He can do that? I'm sooooo jealous!
You mean my Tiger can control my cunt all day long, with remote control
vibrators?! Why hasn't he used that on me yet? Oh my GOD! He'll be in
my cunt, controlling it and fucking it twenty-four hours a day! YES!"
The idea excited her so much that she spontaneously came, even though
no one was touching her.
Xania was chagrined. So much for my
strategy of keeping her close to the edge. She's far too excitable.
What Xania didn't know though was that
Alan using the remote control vibrator was an even more exciting prospect
for Suzanne than it was for Susan, it's just that Suzanne tried not
to show this outwardly in any way. But she was the one who'd bought
it with the explicit hope that Alan would use it on her. She handed
over the bag of leftover dildos to Xania, and then surreptitiously massaged
her pussy lips while reveling in Susan's sexual fantasy of Alan using
the vibrators twenty-four hours a day, except in Suzanne's dreams he
focused on her instead of Susan.
Xania looked in the dildo bag and said,
"These will do. These will do just fine. Susan, some things are
best taught in a hands-on fashion. I'm going to put one in your pussy
first, then I'm going to put one up your ass. By the way, the remote
control vibrator unit, the Televibe, has an anal vibrator, too. Alan's
using that on Glory today as well."
That got an appreciative groan from Susan,
but an even bigger one from Suzanne. Her hand was buried in her crotch
so the others couldn't see, but she had a great orgasm while focusing
on the thought of Alan keeping her pussy AND ass constantly stuffed
with vibrators. Why Glory, my Sweetie? Why not me? It was MY idea
in the first place to buy these things, and I'M the one who really loves
you! I want you up my cunt and up my butt all the time! .. Okay. That's
it. I'm gonna visit Ginger's store TODAY and order a bunch more of those!
Best if there'll never be a problem of running out. ... Ooh! Maybe Alan
could have a bunch of phones and control us all at the same time! With
the way he's picking up big-titted nymphos everywhere, I'm going to
have to buy a LOT of these! Wooo! Suzanne felt jealous when Alan
focused his attention (and toys) on someone like Glory, but also reveled
in the large number of sexual conquests he had. Logic didn't play a
big part in her thinking when she was so aroused.
Susan was still
lying down on the exercise bench and couldn't see what Xania was doing
directly below her. Xania took her time picking out a dildo, increasing
Susan's excitement and anticipation. Within seconds, Susan grew tired
of waiting and sat up to help make a choice and speed things along.
Susan commented on the dildo Xania happened
to be holding. "Ah. Excellent choice. Let's use that one. That's
Mr. Excitement. Black and a foot long. It seems to be a family favorite.
But that one in your other hand is far too small."
Xania corrected, "No, this one's a
little anal jobber. It starts with a small point and then widens out,
so the further you push it in, the more it fills you up."
Susan sat up and clapped her hands like
a little child seeing a magic trick. "Oh, goody! Let's imagine
Mr. Excitement is Alan - it's about the right size. The other one is
under his remote control." She was so enthusiastic about Alan's
penis that she sincerely thought he was about the same size and thickness
as the massive, 12 inch dildo.
Suzanne had recovered from her secret climax
by this time, and joined in. "All right, so you've picked out the
dildos. Let's not waste any more time. Susan, assume the position!"
"No fair!" Susan complained playfully.
"I've told you how much it excites me when my Tiger says that.
'Assume the position.' Oooh! Mmmm!"
Suzanne had Susan lie face down on the
floor. She put her friend's ass high up in the air, so that it could
be the focus of everyone's attention.
Xania and Suzanne fucked Susan's ass and
pussy with the dildos for quite some time. They were both squeezed together
between Susan's spread legs and open buttocks, giving them both ample
opportunity to kiss and fondle each other as well. They tended to focus
on the anal toys while occasionally pumping Mr. Excitement in and out
of Susan's vagina to make sure she continually climaxed or stayed right
on the verge. They generally faced towards and directed their comments
into Susan's asshole, since she enjoyed that conceit. They discussed
various, tips, techniques, lubricants, exercises, and strategies on
how to keep Susan's ass primed for routine and frequent assfucking
while Susan listened and took it all in (in more ways than one).
Xania used her remarkably long tongue to
thoroughly explore Susan's butt, both inside and out. It was accurate
to liken it to a man's penis, because she could pump it in and out of
an ass or pussy just like a thrusting penis. Its smaller size made it
more effective with assholes. Susan's ass got a very thorough working
over by her two friends, both of whom switched into full dominatrix
roles for the duration. But there was a certain gentleness in their
treatment of her ass in deference to her already raw and sore condition.
Whoever wasn't "teaching" Susan's ass what it needed to know
played with Susan's breasts and/or pussy in the meantime. Then they
switched positions.
Susan found
herself at the complete mercy of her equally well-endowed friends as
they maneuvered her around the room in a variety of postures and poses
that they all hoped would encourage Alan to stretch her anus with his
penis at every opportunity. They put her high heels back on as well.
Learning to walk around in high heels with a dildo or anal beads filling
her ass was something of an awe-inspiring experience for Susan that
practically bordered on the religious.
Susan was particularly impressed with the
anal beads. She'd never even known that such things existed. She was
endlessly fascinated with having them pushed in or pulled out. But every
time a bead went past her sphincter, it seemed that she practically
passed out with the intensity of the experience. After a while her ass
grew so sensitive that she started crying to stop, even as she continued
to have great climaxes.
Eventually, Suzanne and Xania listened
to Susan's increasingly desperate cries for mercy, and let go of her.
Susan had had so many orgasms by that time that she hardly knew her
name or where she was.
Xania said naughtily, "Okay, we'll
give you a bit of a rest, but just a bit. We have tits to ready for
milking and an ass to ready for rampant, non-stop fucking. There's no
rest for the wicked. We'll keep those dildos in there though, as we
don't want you to go totally prudish on us."
Susan laughed. "Prudish? Ha! Now that
would be so VERY improper!" They all laughed at that turn around
of her old catch phrase. But then she sighed, completely exhausted.
Suzanne slapped herself on the forehead.
"What an idiot I am. Here we've been ramming Mr. Excitement in
and out and I forgot it's a vibrator. We can just turn it on and keep
Susan happily humming. Too bad I don't have something to vibrate up
the ass. Alan must have taken those. ... Oh shit!" She slapped
herself again. "Xania, what are we doing? Why aren't we stuffing
our holes full of plastic cock, too? It's not like we're gonna get anything
else done today. Here, why don't you take one?"
Suzanne reached into the nearby dildo bag
and gave a dildo to Xania, then got another one for herself. Xania was
impressed with Susan and Suzanne's sexual enthusiasm. I swear to
God, I've never seen such a non-stop hot house of sex. I can smell semen
and cunt even down here in this obviously little used room. Especially
cunt. Juicy, tasty cunt. Wow. I just LOVE this house!
Suzanne stood
up, modeling a huge strap on. It looked to be about 12 inches long.
Susan took one look and said, "Holy fuck, don't tell me you're
going to put that in me!" She was more alarmed by a strap-on since
it typically went in deeper and harder than hand held dildos.
Suzanne replied, grinning, "If I did,
it sure would be a 'holy fuck.' It would make you cry out, 'There is
a God!' That's for sure. But if you're too chicken," she said challengingly,
"I could try it out on Xania."
Xania said wryly, "Well, as a sex
therapist and researcher, I feel rather obliged to try out new experiences."
Suzanne smiled and then suggested, "Seeing
as how we're nearly done with our morning exercise routine, we have
to show Xania our other favorite morning activity: nude sunbathing by
the pool. I'll tell ya, Xania, life is tough for the idle rich. Let's
go upstairs. We're gonna have more fun. The application of suntan lotion
alone is worth the trip down from L.A., believe me! However, first I
see a cunt that needs fucking." She winked.
Xania thought, I could believe it, too.
If only I could have this routine every day, with these two. ... Man,
I have to come here more often! When's my next free day?
CHAPTER 3
Alan was having a lot of fun with his new
toy, the Televibe. He had one vibrator in Glory's pussy and a smaller
egg-shaped one in her ass. The cell phone allowed him to remotely control
the vaginal vibrator with the press of a single button in his pocket
and the anal vibrator with only a couple of buttons. He'd put the Televibe
to good use during the first two breaks between classes, but during
the break between third and fourth periods he'd had an unpleasant run
in with Heather. All of his troubles with her put him in a bad mood,
so now that his fourth period class taught by Glory had begun, he wasn't
in the mood to mess around with her vibrators.
Furthermore, he reminded himself, he'd
vowed not to bother her while teaching. But as time wore on during class
and he saw Glory looking even more lovely and desirable than ever as
she walked around and lectured (due in no small part to her unusually
high arousal level), the thought kept coming back to him, I told
her I wouldn't bother her while teaching, not that I wouldn't bother
her during her classes. I was very careful about that so I could technically
do something when she's not actively lecturing.
But for the time being, he didn't have
much of a chance to slip through that loophole, as Glory was very busy
with another one of her lectures. The class was World History, and today
she was teaching about the beginnings of the European age of exploration.
She was so engaged in a discussion of how the inventions of gunpowder
and the compass impacted history that Alan thought it a great shame
to interrupt her.
However, he only saw Glory's outwardly
visible behavior. On another level her mind was heavily focused on the
two vibrators within her. The anal vibrator was still turned off, but
its very presence up her ass created constant, curious sensations for
her, especially whenever she walked around. She was completely unused
to having anything up her ass except for an occasional finger during
sex. However, she was starting to like these new sensations in her ass.
It began to dawn on her that she was in the process of discovering a
new erogenous zone.
But as interesting as the anal vibrator
felt, the vaginal vibrator still occupied most of her thoughts. Alan
hadn't changed the settings during the last break (due to his confrontation
with Heather), and she was very disappointed that he'd kept it on the
lowest setting for so long. She'd given the lecture she was giving several
times before, and felt she could do it in her sleep. Only the vibrator
and its low, steady buzz held her full attention today.
But Alan's rotten mood, brought on by his
confrontation with Heather, slowly evaporated. The more he gazed at
Glory, the less he thought of Heather. After about twenty minutes, a
student finally raised their hand and asked a rather involved question.
Alan saw a chance to strike, as he figured she wasn't technically teaching
when a student was talking. He switched the Televibe from its lowest
setting, zero, to setting number six, which he knew was one of her favorites.
He still only had a vague idea what any of the ten settings did, but
he'd gotten positive feedback on a couple and negatives on a couple
others, so he tried to make the best of that knowledge.
Glory had a rather bored expression on
her face, until the instant Alan changed the pussy Televibe to the six
setting. Her eyes immediately bugged out, but she quickly covered for
it and tried to make it appear that she was surprised and fascinated
by the question being asked. It was all Alan could do not to laugh out
loud with glee upon seeing the reaction he'd caused, and her efforts
to disguise her feelings. Glory's face now radiated happiness instead
of her previously bored look. When the question came to an end and she
started her reply, Alan turned the vibrator back to the zero setting,
which earned him a sharp glance of disapproval from his teacher.
Aha! So she likes it, even during class.
Interesting. Veeeery interesting. I'm almost positive that frown wasn't
for me starting, but for me stopping! I think I've found the perfect
way to get my Heather troubles off of my mind. I'll just have to look
for more opportunities to give Glory a jolt without violating my pledge
not to interfere with her teaching. If she even so much as stops to
sneeze, that's not teaching, and it's time for another jolt! Heh-heh!
Glory didn't sneeze, but about another
minute later another student asked a question. No sooner did Glory stop
talking and point at the raised hand than Alan switched the vibrator
to another setting. He still didn't know how the ten settings worked,
but he'd figured out that the zero to three settings went from weak
to strong, and beyond that the settings followed no understandable pattern.
So he switched the setting from zero to two, the "Medium Gear"
setting. That got a raised eyebrow and slight smile about two seconds
after he'd pressed the button for the new setting.
Aha! She does like it! And here I was
so concerned that she'd get upset at me for ruining her concentration.
But he turned it back down once Glory resumed her lecture.
After that, Glory seemed increasingly distracted.
This in turn led to more questions, as she was leaving obvious gaps
in her explanations. More questions meant more opportunities with the
Televibe. She would flash him a smile or frown after each question ended,
indicating whether she liked his recent setting change or not. Alan
wondered, Is she distracted because of the vibrator, or is she purposely
messing up so she'll get more questions? Or some delightful combination?
How far can I go? I still don't want to keep it on when she's teaching
because that would violate my previous promise. I wish there was some
way I could talk to her directly!
Glory was thinking the same thing. But
as the teacher, she could act. She reached a good break in her lecture
and announced to the class, "I want everyone to recall their reading
assignment and come up with one question. Then we'll collect all the
questions and I'll select some at random to answer."
Alan naturally assumed that he'd be the
one to collect the questions, since he was the teacher's pet sitting
in the front row and such tasks usually fell to him. So he took the
opportunity to write her a couple of true/false questions, with a couple
of questions like, "Can I turn it on while you're teaching?"
and "What about a new policy? Anything goes, unless you indicate
you don't like it." He wrote up a regular question, just in case.
He collected
up all the questions, just as he'd assumed he would, and walked up behind
her desk to hand her all the questions, plus his very special ones.
But he was in for a surprise. Glory was ready for him, and she'd pulled
her skirt up and panties aside, so he could see the Televibe wiggling
at the entrance to her pussy. She handed him a note, which simply read,
"Look how hot you're making me! I'm throwing all caution to the
wind!"
He quickly and surreptitiously put that
note in his pocket, and then silently pointed out the questions he'd
written. She wrote "YES!" in big letters. With that one word
she answered all of his questions. Alan walked back to his desk with
a smug and happy look. His only problem was concealing his erection,
especially while walking; that and not being able to get any relief
for it at the moment.
But now that they'd made their desires
clear to each other, the fun escalated. Glory stood up and began answering
the questions other students had turned in. Yet she was surprised and
disappointed that Alan didn't change the vibrator settings, now that
she was letting him do that at any time. However, he was waiting for
a number. As soon as she said a number, "In 1498, Vasco de Gamma
sailed around the African continent and discovered the riches of Asia,"
he dialed in the number eight on the Televibe. She went on without much
pause or seeing the connection as the "Techno" pattern pounded
through her. But then, a few sentences later, she stated, "As the
Portuguese had reached Asia only six years after Columbus discovered
America in 1492," Alan hit her with a six and then a two.
She grinned as she realized that she was
now fully in control of the vibrator's settings by the words she said.
Suddenly her lecture was filled with numerical references. She worked
her way from zero to nine, and surreptitiously flashed facial expressions
in Alan's direction to indicate which ones she liked the best.
But she was still in for a surprise. She
happened to mention, "With the main routes to the Far Eastern riches
monopolized by the Spanish and Portuguese, other nations strove to open
a back door to Asia that would let them in as well." Alan had been
thinking about turning on the anal vibrator. Her mention of "back
door" gave him a delicious excuse to do so.
When he turned that vibrator on, again
merely by pressing buttons on the cell phone hidden in his pocket, he
received the most entertaining expression from Glory yet. She sputtered
in mid-word while her eyes bulged out and her hands reflexively grasped
at her ass cheeks. Needless to say, that caused quite a few titters
from the other students. That in turn made Glory blush, which only caused
even more of a murmuring from her class.
To stifle idle speculation, she said, "Excuse
me, class, but I'm having a very upset stomach today. But never mind
about that. It's not a big problem. Where was I?" and she continued
where she left off. Confident again, she shot Alan a dirty look, and
said, "But let's not focus on the back door route, let's discuss
the much more interesting front door route." She emphasized the
words "back door" and "front door" to an almost
suspicious degree. To her chagrin, Alan only upped the settings on the
anal vibrator the second time she said "back door," and then
he changed the vaginal vibrator to a powerful setting when she mentioned
"front door."
Soon Alan was changing the settings on
both vibrators at the slightest opportunity. Glory learned she shouldn't
use the word "but" if she could help it, because he'd always
change the anal vibrator every time she did. Similarly, the words "to"
or "too" and "for" put the vaginal vibrator at two
and four respectively. Four was the most intense setting, so she tried
particularly hard to avoid that one.
The problem was, Glory soon became so overwhelmed
with sexual stimulation that she could hardly concentrate on what she
was saying anymore. That meant that she wasn't really able to avoid
key words and numbers and kept saying them more, which only made her
even more stimulated. It was a vicious circle. She tried especially
not to use the word "but," but it was nearly impossible. Within
a couple of minutes she was forced to sit down behind her desk for fear
of rivulets of pussy juice running down her thighs so copiously that
her students would get an idea of just how aroused she was. He panties
were thoroughly sodden and soaked through. She was eager to change out
of them, but of course she had no way to do that in the middle of class.
Sitting down prevented obvious dripping, but in a sense it only made
matters worse, because now she could touch her pussy without anyone
knowing. Anyone except Alan, though. He watched her arms very intently
and knew just what she was doing.
Glory thought, I don't know what's come
over me! I'm acting completely irresponsibly, ruining my lecture and
fondling myself right in front of everybody! I promised myself not to
do this ever again. No, Glory, no! It's a good thing I happen to know
this particular topic like the back of my hand, or I'd be in really
bad shape! I can't do this! Teaching comes first. Yet my pussy feels
so fine, so alive, so cared for! This is terribly exciting! Such a fun
game! I can't stop. Can't stop. No. Keep going. Alan, hit me again!
Another one! Keep doing it! I love it! I love YOU! Yes!
She was getting so excited that she could
barely keep teaching, so she asked for the students' opinions on some
matters, and let them do most of the talking for a while. That meant
Alan didn't have any signals to change the vibrator settings to, and
now that they were playing this way he didn't want to change the settings
willy nilly. It was a much-needed break for her to calm down, but she
didn't want to calm down too much.
She'd hiked her skirt up so the growing
puddle of cum on her chair wouldn't get her clothes wet. Thinking that
the chair was too risky after all (as she couldn't control her masturbation),
she cleaned herself up a bit and then moved behind her podium. But really
this was only an excuse to get even more daring. Soon she hiked her
skirt up so high that anyone could see her entire panty covered crotch
or ass if they had the right angle. Yet she knew that no one had the
right angle to see. It was a cloudy day, so there were no reflections
on the windows, and therefore not even Alan could see what was happening
below the podium edge. However, he had a good idea by the way she was
panting and getting red and the fact that she wasn't gesticulating with
both hands as she normally did.
Glory knew the other students must have
noticed her flushed appearance, so she mentioned her supposed sickness
again to explain away her strange behavior. But then she pushed her
luck even further. She put a hand to her face as if wiping a fevered
brow, but very strategically she showed only three extended fingers.
Alan got the hint, and turned both vibrators to the powerful three setting.
She didn't expect the anal vibrator change as well, and that brought
her right to the edge of a climax. But rather than stop, she wanted
to go all the way, and she made another swipe across her forehead, this
time showing four fingers. Alan turned both vibrators to four, one of
the highest settings.
Glory cried out
as she was wracked by an intense multiple orgasm. She clutched at the
podium with both hands while her whole body vibrated back and forth.
Luckily, her face looked agonized, though really she was in complete
ecstasy. As she came down, she decided that she'd had enough fun, in
fact far too much fun, and she made a move to return to her desk seat
and fully recover.
But Alan was quick thinking. He strongly
suspected that her skirt was hiked up and she was too blissed out to
care about it. When she covered the short distance between the podium
and the desk, she was bound to expose her privates to the whole class.
In a flash, Alan sensed she was going to make this mistake, judging
from her spaced out facial expression. Just as she started to make the
move, he stood up and shouted, "Ms. Rhymer!" All eyes turned
to him, which was his intention. Better, Glory stopped moving and again
grasped the podium to keep from falling over in her languid erotic bliss.
He urgently explained, "Everyone,
our teacher isn't well. Ms. Rhymer, you really need to go to the nurse!"
He rushed up to the podium and held her up. He looked down and saw with
horror that his instincts were right, because the lower edge of her
skirt was still hanging a couple inches above her crotch. He managed
to tug her skirt down without anyone seeing.
Glory was so out of it that she didn't
even realize what a close call she'd had. She waved off Alan's help
and returned to her desk, saying, "Thanks, but I'm all right. I just
need to sit down for a minute."
An awkwardly quiet minute passed as Glory
panted and recovered back at her desk. Then she had the students continue
their discourses, and she made a good faith effort to pay attention.
Soon she was able to teach again, thanks to the fact that Alan had turned
both vibrators down to their lowest settings. But her panties were sopping
wet and she appeared to be completely drained. Had anyone been looking
closely at her legs as she moved from her podium to her desk, they would
have seen rivulets of liquid pouring down past her knees. There was
simply no way she could stand up again in class for any reason.
Alan meanwhile remained concerned that
things had gone too far. One of the students to speak was Christine,
the beautiful, pale blonde Nordic girl he'd had a crush on before his
six times a day adventures began. Seeing her reminded Alan of how much
had changed. I wonder if she suspects that something's up with Glory.
Christine is so proper; she'd have a total hissy fit and call the cops
if she ever suspected her teacher was wearing a vibrator. It's things
like that make it better that she and I aren't really friends anymore.
She could never fit into my new life, which is too bad because she's
great in so many ways. She could never deal with the "bad"
Alan, the one that even at this moment is considering the possibility
of upping the Televibe settings. Heh-heh! I'm so incorrigible!
But Alan's concerns still got the best
of him and he left his controls alone. This gave Glory a chance to recover.
She thought, more calmly now, I went too far. Craziness! Today I've
just been in one of those moods where I've been so needy for Alan. I
sure picked the wrong day, with his Televibe experiment! Hot damn! It's
like the last hours have been one constant, massive orgasm! I can't
ever do this again or I'll lose my job for sure. I have to play it cool
for the rest of class or else I'm going to do something very stupid.
As it is, it's all I can do not to stand up and proudly announce, "Class
is dismissed early. Alan is going to fuck my brains out now!" She
looked at the clock on the wall. Fuck. Fifteen more minutes. When
is this class ever going to end?
Glory kept her promise to play it cool
until class ended. She wasn't in much shape to teach, especially with
thoughts of what Alan might do to her during lunch looming large in
her mind, but she managed to drag out the exercise where the students
did most of the talking until the class came to an end. Alan was a bit
disappointed he couldn't keep playing with the Televibe settings, but
the awareness of how close Glory had come to great scandal by exposing
her privates before the entire class kept him sober and a bit chastened.
CHAPTER 4
The school bell eventually rang, signaling
that Glory's class had mercifully come to an end. Alan and Glory were
so aroused that they could hardly contain themselves. They waited anxiously
until all the other students had left, and then flew at each other and
kissed passionately.
Glory exclaimed,
"You're so good to me!" Then they kissed some more. Their
hands were busy and while the kiss still continued they both somehow
managed to get some of each other's clothes off.
But then Glory suddenly pulled away and
said, "God, that was an insane class! You've made my pussy red
hot, like a scalding bar of iron straight from the forge. It burns to
touch it! Please, put out the fire! Put it out!"
Alan found that what she said had a lot
of truth to it: her pussy radiated real heat. He knelt down in front
of where she stood and put his face up next to her pussy. His face was
actually warmed just by being near it. He leaned in closer and began
his work. With his tongue on her clit, he spread her pussy lips even
more so that he could slide a finger in alongside her vibrator, stretching
her even more tightly until he found her G-spot. He frantically licked
and frigged her on her two most sensitive spots. It was more than she
could take after everything that had happened that day. She came within
seconds and came hard. For a moment her pussy gushed at Brenda-esque
levels. She thundered through the intensely powerful climax, her entire
body vibrating as if she was a large bell that he'd just struck. She
was so overcome that she actually lost control of her body and fell
hard onto the floor before Alan could react and brace her fall. Luckily,
she wasn't hurt.
Glory just lay where she fell, panting,
completely oblivious to the temporary pain while the pleasure centers
of her brain flooded everything else from her awareness. When she finally
recovered something of herself, she looked up at Alan, as if for the
first time, and saw him standing naked above her with his massive erection
towering over her head.
"Young man," she said with a
wry smile, "what do you have there? Is that a monstrously huge
erection poking me in the face or are you just happy to see me?"
She giggled at that, and he did too. Then she said, "But seriously,
it looks like you've seen to my needs and I've forgotten all about yours.
What should we do about that?"
He replied, "Eh, it's not that big
a deal. I've kind of gotten used to waiting and holding back. I kind
of like just staying hard like this, because once I cum it's such a
downer afterwards."
"But you rebound so quickly."
"Most of the time. Not all the time.
I want to make the most of this one, just in case my next climax wipes
me out for good long before lunch is over. Let's do a role play. We
haven't done one of those in days."
"We've done far too little in days,
my favorite young man." Suddenly, a strange look came over her
face. "I've had a certain role play in mind for a couple of days
now. I'd like to surprise you with it."
"Surprise away."
"Okay. You'll have to turn around
and close your eyes. But first, can you... Am I allowed to take it out?
You know, the big one?" They both knew that she was referring to
the larger of the two Televibes.
He considered her request, then answered,
"No. Not yet. When I'm ready to enter you, only then. Your holes
must be filled constantly today. No exceptions."
"You're so mean," she pouted,
but she did as he said and kept it in. "My holes are killing me,
you know. This fuck is going to be an exquisite mixture of pleasure
and pain. But first hide yourself. I'm going to go get the costume."
So Alan closed his eyes and turned his
back. Glory wasn't very long. She wasn't wearing anything to change
out of, and what she took out of her supply closet was easy to slip
on. She wasn't sure about the idea behind this role play, and the Televibe
was distracting her so much that she considered doing something else.
But it was something she'd thought out and arranged the night before,
so she decided she might as well go through with it.
"Ready yet?" he asked with some
anxiousness. He was really looking forward to more role playing with
her. Just going a couple of days without their games seemed far too
long.
"Almost. You'll have to visualize
the setting, as I don't have many props. Okay. I'm starting now."
Her voice changed subtly and she nearly yelled, "Son, is that you?
I'm over in the kitchen, doing the dishes!" It was as if she was
shouting from across a house.
Alan opened his
eyes and saw Glory standing with her back to him. She was up against
the chalkboard, but her hands were moving as if she were washing dishes.
She wore nothing but an apron. He could see all of her back and ass,
and most of one of her tits in profile. Despite the sexy sight, he felt
a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was overwhelmed by fear
and horror as he realized what she was doing. She's role playing
a mother. A mother! She hates incest! There's no way this is a normal
role play - this is a test! She must have suspicions about me and this
is how she's going to find out! I can't let her. I can't let her see
my face, or I'll give it away!
"Well?" she asked impatiently.
Something in her voice also disturbed him.
He quickly closed the distance to her,
figuring that if he was right behind her, she couldn't turn to see him.
He put his hands on her ass cheeks and aggressively caressed them. He
got down on his knees and nearly buried his face in her ass crack as
well, so she couldn't see his expression. But then he decided that wasn't
necessary and just kept his face an inch or so above her ass cheeks.
He trusted in his steady hands and steady voice, but he knew his face
must be burning with a heavy blush. Given her attitude on incest, he
feared it would be all over if she got even one look at him.
"I absolutely love your ass in this
apron, Glory, but what's with this 'son' stuff? Obviously you can't
be pretending to be a mother because I know how much you hate the whole
incest idea. You must be a maid. That's sexy. Did you know I used to
have a maid who called me 'son' when I was little?" In fact he
didn't, but he hoped she'd buy it.
She asked, again in a voice that didn't
seem playful, "So you don't even like the idea of incest in a fantasy?
Can't one fantasize about anything? It's not like it's real life."
She thought about turning to gauge his reaction, but she was afraid
to see. Not only was she fearful that she might not like his response,
but she was anxious to get fucked and didn't want anything to ruin it.
Xania's advice to Alan to keep Glory so stuffed that she couldn't suspect
anything was paying dividends even now during this challenge she was
giving him.
"What was that? I'm sorry, but I'm
having a hard time concentrating. The fact is, now that the initial
burst after class is over, I've got something on my mind that's bothering
me so much that not even this magnificent ass can distract me. Glory,
I've got some really bad news."
She finally tried to turn and look at him.
However, he buried his face in her ass
crack so she couldn't see his redness. "No, let me give you pleasure
to balance out your pain." He licked right at her anus. His tongue
pushed at her asshole while the egg-shaped vibrator kept right on lightly
buzzing away deeper inside her.
She couldn't help but moan with pleasure
from what he was doing to her, but inside she was torn. Now it was her
turn to get a horrible sinking feeling. I knew it! He's sleeping
with his mother! Probably her AND his sister! I've seen them both and
they're both so remarkably attractive, and he's so virile and handsome
and confident. And with his treatment, it was inevitable. But he's gone
too far. Too far! His own family? I can't bear it. I can't even imagine
how I can look him in the eye ever again! It's too...
Her thoughts were interrupted by his words.
"It's Heather. You know, Heather Morgan, the head cheerleader I've
been sleeping with?"
"Heather? Yes? She's in one of my
classes. What about her?" She was puzzled. Am I wrong about
my suspicions? Please tell me I'm wrong, Alan! His bad news is about
Heather? Her quick mind flashed to the strange confrontation she'd
had with Heather two days before.
"Yes. Her. I found out just an hour
before class that she's been spreading rumors about you all over school.
Horrible rumors. It pains me to say this, but she's been telling people
that I've gotten you pregnant. She says you're either going to have
to quit teaching or have an abortion." He slid up her body so he
could hug her from behind. His penis naturally settled into the crack
of her ass as though it belonged there, causing her to sigh and lean
back against him. This new position cleverly gave him more time to wait
for his blush to fade.
She remained in his arms for some time
while she absorbed this, but then she suddenly squirmed out of his grasp
and stomped across the room. She stared out the window for a few moments.
Alan could see that her hands were tightened into fists and her whole
body was tensed up, as if she was about to explode.
She dramatically
turned back around and strode right up to him. With a voice filled with
menace and tension, she said in low, quiet tones, "Why? Tell me
why she said this."
He could look her in the eyes now, and
did. He hoped that either his blush had faded or she was so preoccupied
that she wouldn't notice. "There's more. She also claims that your
boyfriend beats you and passes you around to all his friends. She wants
to destroy your reputation."
Glory spun on her heels and strode back
to the window. She raised her arms as if she was going to punch something,
but then in an act of great self-control, she slowly lowered them again.
"Is that all she says? The joke's on her! I don't even have a fucking
boyfriend anymore!"
"What?" Alan was confused. He
knew Glory had been drifting apart from her long-term boyfriend for
several weeks now, but he thought they were still together. "But
I thought that you... You and he..."
She twirled back in his direction. "Fuck!
I was going to tell you at a special time, but now Heather's fucked
that up too. That bitch! I'll fucking kill her! I'm so sorry to tell
you like this, but it's true. He and I broke up over the weekend. That's
one reason why I was so needy for you. How could I stay with him another
day after the way you make me feel? But Heather! Arrrggh!" She
went storming off across the room again.
She was filled with righteous anger, but
didn't know how to let go of it. She'd been raised with manners and
believed a woman just didn't hit things or throw things or get destructive.
She pumped her fists in the air and cried again, "Arrrggh!"
She came storming back up to Alan and looked
him right in his face. "She knows about us. I figured that out
two days ago. She came up to me and tried to play some kind of mind
game. You and I really should have talked. She's trying to separate
you from me, isn't she?"
"That's what I figure. The rumors
started today. Apparently she's started rumors against Amy today as
well. I ran into Heather an hour ago and told her, in so many words,
to stop the rumors. But once they're out there they can never be completely
stopped." He didn't have to mention that Amy was his official girlfriend
because Glory knew that all too well. It was a sore subject with her.
Glory pulled away and stormed across the
room again. "What the fuck? I don't mind the rumors that much;
I can handle myself against some baseless rumors. What bothers me is
what this means. This means WAR! If Heather wants to tangle, I'm gonna
tangle! That FUCKING BITCH SLUT doesn't know who she's messing with!"
Alan crossed the room and caught up with
Glory as she paced back and forth. He gripped her in a bear hug and
said, "It's all right. Let it out. Hit me on the back if it'll
help."
Her voice said, "I can't do that,"
but her hands began hitting his back before those words had finished
leaving her mouth. She rained punches on his back the same way a petulant
baby pounds its fists. Her blows were surprisingly hard, and for a reason.
Subconsciously she wasn't just mad at Heather, she was mad at herself
for putting herself in the position where she could lose her job and
her reputation due to a bitchy cheerleader, thanks to her involvement
in what she figured was a doomed relationship anyway. All of her worries
and fears about her relationship with Alan came flooding out in her
anger and her punches.
But then Alan kissed her roughly on the
mouth and took her breath away. She found herself so overwhelmed with
the kiss that she stopped her futile blows and found herself squeezing
him with all her might as she kissed him back as if it was the last
kiss she'd ever have the chance to make.
They kissed and hugged for several minutes
until her surge of energy passed. She pulled back, gentle and soft with
her words, yet still with an underlying angry edge, "She thinks
she can take you away from me, does she? Well, she's wrong. Nothing
can separate us. Nothing! Certainly not that fuckwad dipshit evil bimbo
and her stupid tricks!" Mere minutes earlier she'd been on the
verge of breaking up with Alan over her incest suspicions, but now that
was the last thing on her mind.
"What should we do, Glory? Let's figure
something out. I'm sure that between you and me, we can..."
"Ah, fuck it! I'm in no mood to think.
I'm so pissed. Not only that, but I'm so incredibly horny! That was
the greatest kiss ever. It makes me so uncontrollably hot and bothered
to know that you know just what to do with me. You knew when to let
me rage and when to hold me. I really shouldn't let my pussy do my thinking
for me, but you make me feel," she paused for a deep breath, "so
fucking good." The only word in that statement she whispered was
"fucking." She said it as if it was the dirtiest word she'd
ever uttered. "And I still haven't taken care of you. Let me give
you the best deep throat ever."
CHAPTER 5
Alan kept hugging Glory and said, "I've
got another idea. I really want to do a role play, but that one you
had with the apron is so overdone. I have a really strange suggestion.
Why don't you pretend to be Heather?"
"What? That's odd. Why don't you be
Heather and then I'll kick your ass!" Glory's eyes flashed dangerously.
Alan laughed. "No thanks. You already
beat me pretty good. Let's try it the other way around. For starters,
take that apron off."
She replied, hesitantly, "All right.
You always seem to know what to do, so I'll trust you." She stepped
back from Alan, dropped the apron, and then stood there.
She remained standing, unsure of what to
do next. Finally she said, "Now I'm Heather. Now what?"
"Well, if you're Heather, what would
you say?"
Glory thought about this for a few moments.
Glory had a high, dainty, and refined voice, whereas Heather's was coarse
and casual, with a tinge of Valley Girl-speak to it. Both had been raised
in upper middle class homes but Glory had been raised very properly,
whereas Heather had been left to run wild. Glory was good at voices
and knew Heather's from teaching her, so she launched into an excellent
mock-Heather accent.
"Hi, my name
is Heather, and I'm a complete BITCH!" She smiled, and then laughed.
Alan smiled too, and asked, "Didn't
that feel good?"
"You shut up, you! I'm Heather, and
nobody talks back to me! I'm a fucking bitch and I OWN this school.
I'm a stuck up cunt and I don't talk to just anyone, so get out of my
face!" Glory turned her head and tossed her hair back flippantly,
dismissing him from her presence with a final disdainful glance in his
direction. She was really enjoying this.
Alan started to say, "Heather..."
However, Glory interrupted him. "Did
you hear me? I said that I'm Heather. Do I need to say any more? Don't
you realize that you're talking to the most beautiful girl in the whole
school?"
Alan laughed. "I thought she said
that just to me. Does she tell everyone that?"
Glory smiled and said in her normal voice,
"I don't know if she says it in those particular words, but she
implies it with every sentence." Then she switched back to her
Heather voice. "Because after all, I'm Heather. Don't you love
me? Everybody loves me. If you don't love me I'll crush you like a bug.
I'll bet you want to fuck me but you can't. Even though I'm such a slut,
I'm not going to sleep with YOU." She looked at Alan disdainfully
and then turned away again with contempt.
He asked, "Feeling better, Glory?"
Back in her normal voice, she replied,
"Much! This is so much fun. I know I shouldn't mock one of my own
students, but it feels so good. Watch me walk. This is how she walks."
Glory strode across the room, swishing and swaying her hips as dramatically
as she could. "She walks everywhere like she's a model walking
down a catwalk. It's like she's saying, 'Look at my ass. Don't you want
my ass?'"
Alan nodded to himself because it was true.
She really walked like that. He also thought, Remind me never to
mess with Glory. She gets totally psycho when she's angry. I feel sorry
for Heather. Actually Heather can give as good as she gets. I feel sorry
for the school building 'cos it's gonna be rubble by the time these
two are done with each other.
Glory seemed content to pace all around
the room, Heather-style, and in so doing made another pleasant discovery.
Walking quickly, and swinging her hips dramatically the way Heather
did, she became acutely aware of the two vibrators inside of her, and
how they shifted and ground against each other with each new stride.
It was as if she was being deliciously fucked as she walked around.
The quicker and more exaggerated she walked, the better the feeling,
especially from the anal vibrator.
Glory would have liked to experiment more
with strutting around, but Alan was impatient. He wanted more fucking.
He walked up to her and said, "Okay, Heather. Now imagine I'm a
nerd."
She reluctantly came to a halt. "Ugh!
A nerd? Excuse me while I barf!" Her Heather voice was still a
near perfect mockery. She also mimicked Heather's facial expressions
well, making a convincing gagging expression when she said the word
"nerd."
Alan pressed himself closer, putting his
hands on her shoulders. "Now keep in mind that not only am I a
nerd, but I'm a smart nerd who's slipped you a powerful aphrodisiac."
"Get your hands off me, nerd! I'm
Heather. How dare you!" She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but
wasn't too successful at it.
Alan aggressively cupped a tit with one
hand and her crotch with the other.
She trapped the hand touching her pussy
by squeezing it with her thighs. "Just a minute, nerd! What do
you think you're doing?"
"The name is Alan." He continued
to grope her boob with his free hand.
"Yeah, whatever. Like I care. I'm
the one and only Heather. If you don't let go I'm going to scream."
"Go ahead. There's no one here. You're
helpless to stop me. You ever see 'The Revenge of the Nerds'? This is
it!"
"No way. Oh! Oh God, that feels so
good." Alan's trapped hand was still able to finger her slit a
bit, and now she parted her thighs to make it easier for him. "Stop
that RIGHT NOW or I'll, I'll... I'll get too horny!"
"That's right, bitch! You're all mine
now."
"No! Not a nerd!" She reached
out and grasped his penis with both hands. "I suppose you're going
to want me to jack off this big, nerdy penis. And I'll love it because
I'm such a bitchy slut. ... Oh! Why did I say that?"
"Because I also gave you some truth
serum. Us nerds are great scientists."
"Dammit! Don't you know I'm the great
Heather? Everyone has to look at ME! Me, me, me, me, me!" She frantically
jacked him off as she said this. Her tongue flickered out and licked
the tip of his penis whenever it came within range.
Alan dropped his role for a second to whisper,
"Glory, you're so good at doing Heather it's scary!"
"It's easy to do her." She thought
for a second and joked, "But you probably already know that, in
more ways than one!" That got a good laugh. She continued, "Just
combine bitch and slut. Actually, make that a blackmailing bitch who
spreads lies and innuendo. Fuck ME!" The emphasis was on the egotistical
"me."
"I think I will! Suck on it, Heather.
You know you want to."
She leaned her
head forward to suck even as her hands kept pumping, but then Alan changed
his mind. He said, "Turn around. You're such a bitch that I think
you need it up the ass."
Glory stood up and spoke in her normal
voice, momentarily dropping her Heather imitation. "Wait a minute,
Alan. Time out. My role play enthusiasm will only go so far. Even though
I'd love to see Heather get it up the ass, you'll actually be fucking
me, not her, and I don't do that. Not even for you. I'm sorry. Stick
a baseball bat up that hussy's ass but please leave mine alone."
Even the pleasant feelings the anal vibrator was causing her weren't
enough to overcome her deep-seated resistance to the idea of anal sex.
Alan was surprised at the vehemence of
her opposition to the idea, though in part she was just feeling extremely
passionate about everything in her anti-Heather anger. He was surprised
the topic of anal sex had never come up with her before. He could have
pointed out the irony of her words, given that she had an anal vibrator
buzzing away in her at that very moment, but he let it slide. She didn't
need more aggravation, and clearly she imagined a large difference between
plastic toys and real penises.
"Okay, if that's what you want, Glory."
He then switched and spoke to "Heather" again. "Okay,
bitch, spread your legs because I'm going to fuck you in your bank."
"My bank?" She reached in and
pulled the vaginal vibrator out, because she knew what was coming next,
even if she didn't understand his reference.
"Yes. Hundreds pull up to your drive-thru
every day. They cum and leave a deposit. Except from now on you're going
to be the cunt for all us nerds."
"No. No! ... YES!" She grabbed
Alan and pulled him down onto her. He rolled over so she could be on
top. Then she held his penis and pushed it in. "I'm such an evil
slut that I can't help myself! Fuck me, whoever you said your name was!"
"The name's Alan, you stupid cow,
but it doesn't matter because you're gonna see nothing but an endless
blur of cocks in your cunt from now on." He accentuated the point
by driving his penis into her.
"Okay! Sounds delish. I'm a horny
slut who just can't get enough!" As if they were having a second
conversation, she punctuated that statement by thrusting back at him
with her hips.
Glory greatly enjoyed the extra, unusual
sensations created by the anal vibrator. She made a decision that while
she wasn't in favor of anal sex per se, anal vibrators definitely got
a big thumbs up. They fucked hard and fast for a while, until Alan needed
a break to catch his usual second wind. As they were about to resume,
Glory said in her normal voice, "Now I want you to show me how
much you love me."
Alan began fucking her as she'd requested.
The emotional mood switched gears accordingly and they were all gentle
caresses and blowing into ears, whereas Alan had been madly slapping
his balls against her thighs mere minutes earlier. But there still was
the steady and long stroking and grinding that they both craved so much.
Strangely, Glory asked out of nowhere,
"Young man, you wouldn't do ..." She stopped her hip thrusts
for a moment while she searched for the right words, "anything
to disappoint me, would you?"
He immediately knew what she was indirectly
getting at, even if she didn't know that he knew. The incest idea was
back on her mind but she was afraid to bring it up. The question was
so vague that he could take it any way he wanted. He answered, "Glory,
I used to be a complete goody-goody, but now I'm a bit of a bad kid.
But I think that's one reason you love me, isn't it?"
She pondered that, and failed to answer.
Instead, she said, "Just fuck me. Fuck me good." He was relieved
she'd dropped her probing, but he knew it was only a temporary respite.
She had her suspicions, and once she had suspicions about something,
she was relentless until she found out what she wanted to know.
Alan kept going until they were out of
time. He finally let go and released a torrential flood of cum into
her when he saw what time the clock showed. They had to clean up quickly.
He asked as he pulled his shorts back on,
"So, what are we going to do about Heather? I take it you cooled
down some?"
She frantically changed clothes as well.
"Thanks to you. You really helped me blow off some steam. Yeah.
I've cooled down. You know that's not the real me, but I feel like I
can just let myself go and act out my normally suppressed feelings because
you and I are so close. I'll refrain from doing anything overt for the
moment, but she'll still regret crossing me. What do you see in her,
anyway? Can the sex really be that good?"
"Well, it's different. I can blow
off steam just like you did and really get crazy with her. Anything
goes."
"I can be like that. We can do like
we did today. I can be your substitute Heather. Then you can be completely
rid of her poison and whatever hold she has on you."
"Yeah, but it's not the same. You
don't deserve the kind of treatment she does and you can only pretend
to be her so many times. I guess I do kind of need her, in a way. Maybe
I'm weak about that. I'm trying to pull away from her, I really am,
but it isn't easy. Plus, how can you say anything goes when you won't
let me fuck you in the ass? I know it seems weird, but that's the key
to my relationship with her. I feel like I'm taming her inner bitch
through fucking her ass, and maybe even helping her somehow by humbling
her through doing that."
"Ha. Good luck! You're gonna need
it. I think your penis will fall off long before you defeat her bitchiness.
I mean, what kind of person spreads lies like that? So what if you and
I are together? That's none of her business."
He gave Glory a quick kiss on the lips.
"Look at the time. Gotta run. I'm gonna see her after school and
try to figure her out. Then we can talk. We need a strategy."
She stopped him before he left her reach,
pulling him back to her and putting her hands on his chest. "Come
straight back here after you finish with her. Please? I really want
to hear what happens. Plus, we can't forget this." She was fully
dressed now, but she didn't have any panties on (they were a soaked,
rolled up ball of sodden fabric stuffed deep into her supply closet
in the corner of the classroom). She lifted up a leg so he could clearly
see her pussy lips. "Aren't you forgetting something, young man?"
Alan had forgotten all about their vibrator
games, but he pretended otherwise. "Where did they get to?"
They both looked around and found her vaginal vibrator on the floor,
still humming away. It had been thrown aside at the height of passion
so Alan could enter her. She hadn't taken the anal vibrator out just
yet, and was still beguiled by how much better it made their fucking
feel. He commented, "Just imagine what would happen if we forgot
to pick that up and your next class saw it there."
"Don't remind me!" Glory shuddered,
momentarily sobered by the thought. But then she added eagerly, "Just
stuff me up!" She thought to herself, What am I doing? Talk
about letting passion take control of me. If Heather doesn't cause me
to lose my job, I'm going to lose it another way, at the rate things
are going. I really should stop. I need to put an end to this. Right
now!
But her introspection and reluctance ended
as soon as her eyes fell on what Alan was doing with the vibrator. He
cleaned it off with a rag, but he didn't clean it off with just any
rag; he made a point to go to her supply closet and dig out her panties.
Then he ostentatiously wiped it with the soaking panties, covering it
with even more of her pussy juices and leaving it wetter than before.
It wasted precious time, but he thought it was worth it for dramatic
effect. He gave her panties a big whiff as if smelling a fine bouquet
of flowers, and then stuffed them in his pocket. "You won't be
needing these any more. Why do history teachers even need panties to
teach? Don't even bother wearing any tomorrow. Don't bother with a bra,
either."
Glory trembled with excitement at his assertion
of control over her underwear. She practically danced from foot to foot
in anticipation of getting stuffed again. She was like putty in his
hands now, and cooed sexily, "You'll have to come back and give
me another inspection or I might just be a bad girl and leave my holes
all empty and lonely while you're gone. I'll be waiting for you when
you're done with Heather."
He pretended indifference. "Whatever
you say, ma'am. Oh, and you're going to keep my cum in you while you
teach, aren't you? If large gobs of my seed drip down your legs and
splat onto the floor while you teach your next class, just tell your
students, 'Oh, don't mind that. My fourth period student Alan Plummer
usually keeps my pussy pumped so full of his hot cum that I've gotten
quite used to it sloshing around inside me all day long.'" He quickly
changed the vaginal vibrator's batteries while he talked.
Glory's eyes went wide and her chest heaved.
She thought, Damn him! Now that's all I'm going to be thinking about.
His cum rolling down my legs past the hem of my skirt! That, and the
Televibe churning his cum all around inside of me. He's turned me into
a total nymphomaniac! Now that my panties are gone, I'm going to have
to be careful about how I stand or I might really drop my Televibe in
front of the whole class! I can't believe Alan would allow that risk!
What a crazy, lovable lunk.
He grinned knowingly at her, then turned
serious. He reached up with one hand and tenderly brushed her cheek
with a loving caress. "By the way, I'm touched that you broke up
with your boyfriend for me." He glanced at the clock again. "Let's
talk about it later. Gotta go." He gave her another peck on the
cheek, then pulled out his Televibe controller and winked. He hurried
out of the classroom just in the nick of time.
Glory sat and thought while her fifth period
students filed in. What's wrong with me? Why did I break up with
my boyfriend when I'm so uncertain about Alan? I mean, he has no morals
and he's just getting worse. He used to be such a good kid, but he's
becoming more of a "bad kid" every day, as he put it. For
one thing, he fucks anyone and everyone he wants. I don't even want
to think about just who might be in that growing crowd. He loves lesbian
threesomes. Probably orgies too. He fucks girls up the ass, girls like
Heather that he doesn't even particularly like or care about! I want
a nice Mr. Right that I can settle down with. I'm the monogamous type.
But even though he loves me, I'm still just one of many loves for him.
He's "touched" I'll only sleep with him and only have eyes
for him while he sleeps with half the female population? Big whoop!
So hypocritical. I'm so stupid. My boyfriend might have been a bit boring,
but he was handsome, safe, and dependable. In my heart of hearts I'm
dreaming I can take Alan away all for my own, but there's just no way.
He won't even give up Heather, even after she stabs him AND me in the
back with her tricks. Bitch! ... Alan's a runaway train and I've just
hopped aboard for the ride!
Just after thinking these thoughts, she
felt a tremor in her pussy as the Televibe went up a notch from zero
to one. It was just enough to let Glory know that Alan was still there,
and still planning to keep her stimulated without any let up. She wore
a devilishly happy smile as she stared out over her classroom, while
inside she happily thought very naughty thoughts about what Alan might
do to her next and what she wanted him to do to her.
CHAPTER 6
Susan, Suzanne, and Xania relaxed on lawn
chairs beside the pool. There had been hardly any swimming in the pool
in recent weeks, but Susan and Suzanne got a lot of use out of the lawn
chairs. Xania felt a strange déjà vu when she returned
to the pool, the site of one of her fucks with Alan earlier in the morning.
She asked a bit naively, "So can anyone actually see you from here?"
Suzanne answered, "One can see through
the trees from my house, if you go to Amy's room. But that's the only
room. There is the odd chance that Brad or Eric could go to Amy's window
and see what's happening over here, but luckily they're practically
never home. If they were and one of them somehow saw, at worst they'd
think I'm having an affair with Susan. That wouldn't be the end of the
world, though. I hardly ever do anything out here with Alan though,
and if I do I make doubly sure that no one's in my home."
Xania felt better knowing that. Nonetheless,
she would periodically look up from whatever she was doing and recall
with a start that in fact she was outside where strangers could potentially
look in. She was surprised and a bit concerned that Susan and Suzanne
seemed to pay no mind at all to this fact. From their point of view,
the two of them had spent every morning for weeks lounging about naked
in Susan's backyard without the slightest hint that anyone had seen
them. But Xania didn't have this perspective gained over time.
The three women
spent an extremely long time applying suntan lotion to each other. With
everyone wearing dildos (and Susan wearing two), it wasn't hard to keep
the erotic buzz going. The vast majority of lotion application for all
of them naturally focused on the pelvic and upper chest regions. Xania
wore a strap-on and used it on both Susan and Suzanne.
When they finished they just laid back
and relaxed. Xania even fell asleep for a short nap.
When she woke up, however, she was all
business. She took a quick dip in the pool to revive herself, and then
sat up in her lawn chair, looking intently at Susan. She said, "My
work as your sex therapist today is not done. First off, I have a prescription
to give you to condition your anus and rectum for frequent penetration
by Alan and, I assume, a variety of strap-ons by everyone else. This
isn't a prescription of pills, but of a routine. I want you to do the
anal exercises I showed you earlier as a regular daily regimen. Keep
your anal dildo fully inserted at least a couple hours a day, more if
you can stand it. Then do the 'rectal crunches' I showed you and build
up your muscle tone and grip strength in there. Once Alan feels what
your anal exercises have done for your butt, he's going to want to push
his penis in there all the time at the drop of a hat, just like you
want him to. That in turn will make your ass stronger and even more
fuckable, and it'll be a positive feedback loop. Before you know it,
you'll have the most fuckable ass on Earth. You'll be able to squeeze
his penis with your ass muscles so expertly that he'll want to LIVE
in there!"
Susan gushed, "Then I'll be my Tiger's
favorite butt slut, just like in my dreams!" She squished and squirmed
happily at the thought.
"Indeed you will," Xania responded,
trying to not to show too much excitement at the prospect. Even though
this wasn't happening to her, she was happy that she could help Susan
fulfill her fantasies.
Suzanne, however, wasn't happy. She thought,
Curses! This sucks. I mean, I'm all for help and help alike, and
I do want to turn over a new leaf, but dammit, I want to be Alan's favorite
butt slut! Alan's penis should live in MY ass, except for all the times
it's in my cunt instead. Well, I'm not going to do anything to hinder
Susan. That was a mistake I'll never repeat. But there's no harm in
me following all of Xania's advice too. In fact, I'll do double the
exercises Susan does! By the time I'm through I'll be able to bend steel
bars with my butt muscles. Heh-heh! I'll get my butt to look even better
than my daughter's delicious tush. Naturally, he'll repeatedly bend
us over and fuck us all, but with my sexual skills and dedication he's
gonna end up picking me the most.
Oblivious to Suzanne's jealousies and issues,
Xania continued with Susan, "You'll also need to pay closer attention
to your lubrication than you have been up till now. I like your enthusiasm
in lubing yourself up each morning, but if what you did today is any
indication, I think you haven't been using quite enough, especially
on the inside. I'm also glad to announce that Suzanne told me she's
all too happy to help you along with your anal education, not to mention
your lactation needs as you get your tits fully prepared for Alan."
Suzanne indeed was very willing to help,
but she expected similar help in return from Susan once Xania was gone.
At the insistence of her friends, Susan "practiced" her anal
exercises and dildo insertions for them again while Suzanne and Xania
just sat back and watched her while offering words of encouragement.
Supposedly they were watching to make sure she was doing them right,
but they were watching more because it was such an arousing sight to
see the formerly prudish Susan fuck her own ass with such lustful abandon.
As Susan pumped her exercise toys in and
out of her ass, she once again revisited her fantasies. Susan's imaginings
returned to her favorite old idea of being bent over at a ninety degree
angle, and having Alan shove his meaty penis right up her ass.
Suzanne and Xania were enjoying the show
that Susan was putting on, but wanted to know what she was thinking
about that made her so happy.
Susan gave a fond sigh. "Well, there
are so many things, so many fantasies. For instance, I have this recurring
daydream that my Tiger comes home from school and finds me working naked
in the kitchen, with my butt bent over at a perfect right angle, lubed
up and ready to be fucked." She picked up the pace of her anal
self-masturbation a little. "Without saying a word he just drops
his shorts and pushes his big, manly, MASSIVE penis into my eager and
horny little butt. He doesn't need to say anything because he does it
so many times a day that there's no need for words." Susan slowed
down fucking her own ass until she was using the long, slow, luxurious
strokes that Alan had pumped her with the day before that drove her
to distraction so effectively. She sighed and arched her back, working
her anus and rectum around 'her Tiger' the way she had learned, and
was now learning to crave. She mumbled, "Mmmm, how was your day,
dear?"
"Very good
Susan, just like that." Xania murmured, hypnotically. "Keep
going, just like that. That's a good mommy. Good mommies get their asses
fucked so very much, every single day." Susan cooed and purred
at that idea, while Suzanne snickered at how easy it was to get a reaction
from her best friend. "Any other visualizations along those lines
that come to mind?"
"Well, I have this weird idea that
I could never ever sit down, or even lay down. Any time my ass touches
something, Alan's penis magically appears right between my cheeks and
slides far into the depths of my ass. There's no way to stop it! If
I move over a few inches, his penis is somehow there instead. I'm not
talking about Alan being there. In fact, he might be watching me the
whole time. I'm not talking about a dildo, either. I'm talking about
his real penis, but detached, somehow always ready to appear wherever
it's needed. I have to do my housework, and if I get at all tired and
have to sit, there's his penis, filling my ass! Maybe I lean against
the refrigerator door for a minute, just to catch my breath after vacuuming.
But his penis is there as soon as my ass hits it. There's no escape!
I try to work, really I do, but I get so tired, and I can't stay on
my feet forever. Finally I give up and sit down in a chair, but of course
I can't sit without being completely anally penetrated! His penis appears
right in the middle of the seat and impales me! I bounce up and down
for joy and grasp hold of the armrests as I reach a climax. But the
armrests have turned into penises too! Of course I start jacking them
off, because that's what good mommies do."
Suzanne mumbled, "Yes. Good mommies
do!" She was just as busy frigging herself as Susan was, though
she tried to do it surreptitiously. She didn't want Susan or Xania to
know that she was nearly as horny as Susan, for just as many hours of
the day.
Susan continued, "I open my mouth
in great surprise, and another copy of Alan's penis fills the open hole!
He takes me everywhere, all the time! I have no choice! I have to submit
completely! Utterly! His penis is everywhere! Take me, Alan! Ram that
tree trunk of yours up my ass crack! You know just where! God! Unh!"
Susan had mentally pushed herself over
the edge with her fantasy. Her hands flew about frantically and it was
just a matter of moments before she would succeed in pushing herself
through a particularly massive orgasm.
But then Xania said calmly, "Nice
visualization exercise, but please hold it right there." It seemed
Susan didn't hear or didn't want to hear, so Xania repeated more forcefully,
"Hold it right there!"
Susan's hands reluctantly came to a halt.
"Hold it? What are you talking about? How am I supposed to stop?"
"That's good," Xania said benignly,
as if it was no problem at all to start or stop on a dime. "We
need you to complete some more exercises before you can cum."
"Okay, but hurry! I'm only human,"
she breathed, her chest heaving. "What is it, already?"
Suzanne could see where Xania was going
with this, which was keeping Susan delightfully frustrated. Keeping
her voice pitched low and sexy (and keeping her fingers rubbing her
own clit), Suzanne spoke quietly to Susan. "First, take your toys
out of your holes." She waited until Susan reluctantly complied.
"Now, without cumming or touching anywhere near your privates,
I have another visualization exercise for you. Imagine that it's been
a long day and you're working in the kitchen. Naturally, you're buck-naked.
Your breasts are full of milk near to bursting and you really need to
be drained."
Susan instantly visualized herself in the
fantasy Suzanne was describing. "Ohhhhh," She groaned, as
if her breasts really were painfully full. Her pussy and asshole felt
empty without her toys in them and she wanted to do something about
that, but she couldn't touch them or her tits with her hands. So she
sat up and brought her upper body up against the back of the lawn chair
and tried to rub her nipples up against an edge. She figured she could
try that until someone told her she couldn't. She hoped that could help
relieve the imaginary pressure in her milk-heavy breasts, which felt
very real to her, thanks to Suzanne's commands.
Suzanne seemed to allow her rubbing and
continued, "Alan walks into the kitchen, in the buff. He's just
gotten home from school and this is the first time you've seen him and
his motherfucking penis all day. What do you do? Does he first help
you with your tits or your ass?"
Xania nodded to herself, Interesting
little fantasy situation that Suzanne's cooked up there. I wonder how
Susan will react to this scenario, especially since it may very possibly
become a regular daily event for her.
Susan asked while she continued to press
her tits back and forth against the back of the lawn chair, "Is
he hard?" The rubbing just barely failed to push her over the edge.
Suzanne grinned. "Susan! Who are we
talking about here? 'Is he hard?' Don't you know your own son? Is his
penis ever not throbbingly, massively erect and ready for a good sucking
or hole stuffing?"
"Oh! Yes! YES! You're right! I'm sorry."
Suzanne grabbed a strap-on dildo from the
pile and silently put it on with Xania's assistance. It had a clit clamp
that was guaranteed to drive her wild with each thrust. She was terribly
ready to cum after all her subtle frigging and figured this would push
her over the edge.
Susan's eyes remained closed as part of
the "visualization exercise," so she didn't have any idea
what her two friends were up to. In her mind's eye she could see Alan
standing in front of her with a tremendously massive erection pointing
directly at her. However, she could also feel the insistent pressure
in her breasts too, as if they were really sloshing about with milk.
If she bent over for him to put his penis in her butt, he wouldn't be
able to suck her nipples and drink her milk. But if she brought his
mouth to her desperate nipples, he wouldn't be able to put his penis
in her like she so obviously needed him to.
"Tiger, mommy has a little problem."
Susan confessed to her imaginary son, blushing a little as she squirmed
around in need. "My ass is empty and my breasts are full."
She started breathing even more heavily, her chest rising and falling
like mighty ocean waves in a storm. "Can you, can you sit in a
chair facing me so I can just sit on your lap? That way I can sit on
your prick while you suckle at my teats. Hurry! They're about to burst
with milky goodness!"
Suzanne was a little surprised by Susan's
resolution of the conflict. She'd wanted to see which erogenous zone
was more important to Susan, the tits or the ass, but she couldn't get
an answer. She whispered an idea to Xania, then sat on Susan's lawn
chair between her thighs, and pulled those splayed thighs up over her
own.
Suzanne scooted around until she had her
strap-on dildo pointing right at Susan's asshole. Suzanne spread the
orifice open ever so slightly with the tip of her plastic cock. Then
she teased Susan until neither of them could take it any more and plunged
in with the strap-on. Susan pulled her friend to her straining breasts,
which Suzanne happily licked and sucked while pumping away in Susan's
backside from the front.
Unable
to resist Susan's boobs any longer, Xania settled in behind Susan and
reached around, groping, fondling and squeezing Susan's breasts. She
offered them up to Suzanne for sucking, and Suzanne gladly accepted
the offer, again and again.
The three of them greatly enjoyed the "Susan
sandwich," as they called it. Suzanne eventually got the climax
she wanted, and then some, and so did Susan. Xania was less of a focus
and didn't worry about her pleasure, but was content simply to play
with Susan's boobs as long as she could.
Once they were more or less recovered,
Xania sat up and gave Susan a bit of a lecture. "It seems that
your brain isn't just controlled by your tits. Your tits, cunt, and
ass all vie for control over you. In fact, it's amazing you can get
any nonsexual thinking done at all. The way I look at it, there's a
whole bunch of things turning you into an utterly divine creature of
erotic pleasure.
"First of all, there's your age. At
37, you're reaching the peak of your sex drive. Since you've been so
repressed all your life, your sex drive is absolutely exploding now
that you've finally uncorked the bottle. Secondly, you're seriously
in love. I don't know if you've ever really been in love before..."
Xania flicked her eyes briefly over at
Suzanne, including her in this second point. Her glance said, This
is just as true for you as it is for Susan.
Susan answered, "No, not really. Not
like this. I mean, I was more talked into marriage with my husband Ron
than anything. People told me he was the perfect catch. But I never
had the all-consuming, burning, lusty passion I have now." Her
eyes glazed over as her face took on a dreamy expression.
Suzanne meanwhile was thinking about her
past loves. In fact, she was different from Susan in that she had been
truly in love with her husband once, but it seemed so long ago that
she could barely recall it.
Xania replied to Susan, "Ah. I see.
So true love is also peaking for you along with your newfound lust.
So what if the man you love is your own son? That just makes it all
the more arousing, doesn't it? This love sets up a positive feedback
loop between your sexual urges and your love urges, which only sends
you spiraling higher and higher. So my advice is to just sit back and
enjoy the ride.
"Third, and this is a big one, you're
rejecting all the moral values which have held you down since you were
a little kid. You played by the rules and did all the right things,
but your uptight, Midwestern upbringing has brought you nothing but
sadness and a lack of fulfillment, hasn't it?"
Susan nodded sadly.
"You did everything you were supposed
to and married the ideal man, according to what everyone said, but you
were left miserable, with a loveless marriage and an empty bed. This
helps explain why the naughtier the sex, the more you love it. Every
time you take your son's hefty penis inside your ass, you're reaffirming
your rejection of everything you previously believed in and embracing
your newly awakened self. Did you ever think while doing something really
crazy with Alan or Suzanne or someone else, 'If they could only see
me now'?"
"Only all the time! And you're right.
It's such a great feeling. Shameful, yet so invigorating! It makes me
feel so alive."
"Well, there you go. Anal sex is one
symbol of your transformation from an ignorant prudish waste of a perfect
body into your new self, a vibrantly alive and fully sexual woman for
the first time in your life! Love it! Revel in it. Rejoice! Get fucked
in every hole as often as you can!"
Susan laid back, and it seemed as if every
muscle in her whole body relaxed all at once, leaving her as contented
as a purring kitten. She seemed so at peace, subdued, and filled with
deep contentment that one could have scarcely believed she had an anal
dildo stuffed all the way up her ass and the big Mr. Excitement vibrator
whirring away inside her pussy. It stuck out a good six inches, providing
a very lewd sight.
CHAPTER 7
Suzanne felt envious. She said to Xania,
"You give such good advice. Damn, you're good at this! I wanna
be like Susan! How can I let go and get that expression on my face,
the one she's wearing right now? I'm so much more uptight than her to
begin with. What's wrong with me?"
Xania pointed out, "You've already
talked to me about this, but I never got around to giving you my thoughts.
You're having control issues. You just can't seem to let go. And you
said that when you did, you're afraid of losing yourself in a submissive
way to Alan."
"Yes. Yes. Exactly. Now that you've
spent some time around the house, can't you see the problem?"
"I sure can. Last night I was shouting
for him to tame me with his big dick. There's a crazy vibe around this
house. Maybe it has to do with the smell, or the constant sight of incredibly
gorgeous, naked, or scantily dressed women. I don't know. But if I were
here for weeks at a time I imagine it would take all of my willpower
not to give in to Alan's domination too. It just seems like the thing
to do, when everyone else is doing it and feeling so happy as a result.
Like you, I don't want to give in. That's not my natural way. I admire
how happy Susan and Katherine are, but I'm just not the submissive type.
I'd fight it."
"Exactly!" Suzanne enthused.
"I'm fighting it. But it's so hard because Alan is so incredible!
How can even a dominant woman like myself resist his sexual power? It
takes all my willpower. That's why I can't give in and enjoy myself
as much as they do." Suzanne sighed in frustration as she thought
about her schemes and her secrets. She particularly thought about her
greatest secret, the way she initiated the six times a day ruse, and
also recalled how she nearly gave that secret away earlier in the morning.
Even thinking about these things caused her to tense up.
Xania however, remained undeterred. "That's
where you're wrong. Letting go is not the same as submitting to another.
I think I'd have greater immunity against this strange submissive vibe
here, because I can tell the difference. Here. Let me teach you."
"But how?"
Suzanne asked.
"First of all, you have to be as honest
as you can. We all have secrets, and that's fine. But many of them are
secrets of pride. Part of letting go is clearing your head of petty
worries. Look at Susan. Do you think she's letting a million little
things stress her out right now?"
Suzanne looked over at her best friend.
Susan appeared to be in a state of total bliss. Suzanne felt the envy
again, knowing that Susan often looked like that even when she wasn't
stuffed to the gills with dildos. "Okay. I have a confession to
make. It's my CUNT. I don't go on and on about it like Susan does, but
my cunt controls me in the same way Susan's tits and ass control her.
Okay? I mean, it's embarrassing to know that half of what I do is because
my cunt is demanding that I do it. If you only knew some of the things
I've done to keep it happy...." Again the six times a day secret
came to the fore of her mind. Slashing the tires of the scoutmaster's
van the week before popped into her head a moment later. She tried to
push these memories away as quickly as she could.
"That's good. You see? Now we'll have
a better idea of how to arouse you." Xania immediately reached
for Suzanne's pussy and tried fingering it.
However, Suzanne closed her legs to keep
Xania at bay. "No! Don't! It's too sensitive! And I don't just
mean now. Feeding it just makes it hungrier! A couple of weeks ago I
tried wearing one of those internal dildos all day long, and I damn
near turned into a blithering idiot. I was much better off before Alan
started fucking me. That woke up my cunt and now it's taking over my
life. I fear I'm losing control!"
Xania pointed out, "There's the control
issue again. Suzanne, here's something to remember. You have great friends.
I'd like to think that I can be a really good friend in your life and
give you help and advice when you need it. But even if I'm out of the
picture, you have your best friends here. Alan, Katherine, and Susan,
and of course your daughter Amy. Trust them. If you go too far on something,
they'll be there to help out. It's like a trust fall that companies
make their employees do. Let go, and know that they'll be there to catch
you. Don't feel like you have to be the responsible one for all of them
and that you have to hold back mentally because of that. Look at Alan.
He's as maxed out with sexual pleasure as a person can be, and yet he
still maintains a good grip on things. You have a strong will, Suzanne.
You can do it. Let yourself go and you'll be able to experience the
ultimate ecstasies."
"But how?" Suzanne asked with
exasperation.
"We're going to do a little trust
exercise. Susan, could you help me here?" Xania directed Susan
to get a blindfold and earplugs from the house, which Susan did. They
put them on Suzanne so she could no longer see or hear clearly.
Then Xania and Susan toyed with Suzanne's
body in the same way that Xania and Suzanne had played with Susan's
body for most of the morning. They kept her on an orgasmic cloud nine.
Suzanne was amazed what a difference the loss of sight especially made.
The blindfold was on tight, leaving her completely blind. Her legs and
arms weren't tied up at all, so she was free to go where she wanted,
but the loss of sight left her extremely dependent. She wanted and needed
to trust the others. As time went on, Suzanne slowly let go mentally
and increasingly gave in to whatever they were doing to her. But it
wasn't an issue of dominance and submission, it was an issue of realizing
that one was with loved ones and that there was no reason to worry.
Xania and
Susan tried their best to constantly surprise Suzanne. She never knew
where they'd touch her next, or what new and exciting thing they'd do
to her. Her sense of touch was greatly heightened by the loss of sight,
and soon it seemed as if any touch anywhere could induce an orgasm in
her. They mostly explored her pussy, since they now knew that was Suzanne's
mental and sexual weak spot. One or the other seemed to always be working
on her G-spot or her clit, if not both. There was no need for talking
since Suzanne couldn't hear, but she was wordlessly led from one brain-melting
orgasm to another. She found that she completely and utterly gave up
control to her friends, and it was good. She'd let go, and didn't feel
submissive in the process. She was overjoyed.
The exercise eventually came to an end
and Suzanne's blindfold and earplugs were removed.
The first thing Suzanne did was give Xania
a big kiss on the lips. She said, "You have no idea how much that
meant to me! That was beyond incredible! I swear to God, this giving
of sexual advice is your calling. Your true calling." But then
her face clouded over with doubts again. "The only problem is what
if it's with Alan instead of other women? Will I still have that submissive
feeling? When he gives me mind-bending climaxes like the kind I just
had, and he gives them so very often, I become incredibly needy for
him. I'm ready and willing to crawl across the floor and lick his feet,
just to have more sex like that." Her mind flashed back to her
moment of great shame when she had crawled across the floor for him
in abject desperation.
"And what would be so bad about that?
So you're dominant in some ways and a toe licker in others. Many doms
have their sub moments, and vice versa. Live with it. Just do what makes
you feel good. I know you, and now I know Alan and Susan, and even Katherine.
Everyone is so good, so kind, that you can't go wrong no matter what
you do. Trust them."
Suzanne actually cried tears of joy at
hearing that. She was so overwhelmed that she felt like her heart would
burst with pure happiness. "This is it! I've found my family. I've
found my life. Susan, I love you! I love your children. I love Amy!
Let's spend the rest of our lives together, loving each other."
Susan found herself crying too, and she
hugged and kissed Suzanne for some time. Then she said, "I'm so
ahead of you. That's been my thought for a long time now. As far as
I'm concerned, you're family now. I just hope and pray that Alan will
always want us. He's loving more and more people. What if he goes off
to college and leaves us behind? I'll just die."
Suzanne said, "Don't worry. We won't
let that happen." Inwardly she thought, I love all this mushy,
lovey-dovey stuff. I just want to dive head first into it! I've never
felt unconditional love before, except for the special love I have with
Brad and Amy. But at the same time I've still got my scheming side.
And if Alan thinks he's going to skip town for any reason and leave
us behind, he's got another thing coming. I have a vision of him showing
up in a college dormitory and finding the four of us as his new hallmates.
Wouldn't that be funny? But he won't leave us. He loves us far too much
to do that.
Susan nodded sagely. "However, those
kinds of thoughts are too selfish of me. Alan should do what he wants.
I have to remember that he's the master, the man of the house, and we're
just his lusty busty sex toys!" She shivered with excitement just
at saying that. She liked the internal rhyme and made a mental note
to use "lusty busty" more often. "True, we're his friends
and family, but sexually we're his to do whatever he wants with us,
and we shouldn't attempt to resist or force limitations on him. If he
wants to run off to college and fuck nothing but nubile teenagers, he
should do that. Remember my big tits theory, Suzanne? God put big-titted
women like us on Earth to be constantly fucked. Of course God naturally
made us bisexual, too, but only a few men are worthy of having us. That's
why God gave me Alan as a son, because us big-titters need a strong
man to train us and keep us. We thrive in a harem. The bigger the tits,
the more we need to be fucked and put in our place!"
Suzanne replied, "You're just saying
that because you know that he'll always come back to you."
"And you," Susan corrected. "He'll
always come back to you, too."
Suzanne just nuzzled her face into Susan's
shoulder and cooed happily. Then she remembered the need to keep Susan's
nipples stimulated so she'd begin to lactate, so she dropped down a
little further and began contentedly suckling on a nipple.
Xania was surprised, and more than a little
shocked. She said, "Susan, you don't really believe in this big
tits theory of yours, do you?"
Susan didn't reply. She'd already fallen
back into her blissed out mode.
Xania persisted, "And you Suzanne?
Don't tell me you buy this crackpot theory!"
Suzanne felt the need to reply and temporarily
halted her suckling just long enough to talk. "Well, no. Not per
se, not completely. But you have to agree that it has a certain amount
of merit. I mean, you look around and it seems that the bigger the tits
a woman has, the more they need to be fucked. Look at you with your
powerful sex drive. Look at Brenda. She has the biggest tits and she's
the most easily aroused of us all. And we are all bisexual. Maybe it's
not totally crazy. Maybe better endowed women are also endowed with
more sensitivity and stronger sex drives."
Xania shook her head disapprovingly. Wow.
I thought I was diagnosing them pretty well, but there's so much I don't
know about them. They're WAY into this! And Suzanne. She's really surprising
me by not laughing away Susan's theory outright, if one could even dignify
it with the word "theory.'' Perhaps raving, lusty, wish-fulfilling
fantasy is more accurate. Maybe I was at least partially wrong about
this whole letting go and control issue. Perhaps Suzanne is submitting
to Alan in an unhealthy way? She glanced up at the position of the
sun in the sky. Damn. I guess I'll have to find out the answer to
that and much more next time I'm around. It looks to be past noon already.
Time flies when you're having fun. Shucks.
Xania stayed a bit longer but announced
she'd have to return home soon. She suckled at Susan's right nipple
for about twenty minutes while Suzanne kept sucking on the left, but
eventually the other two got more excited while exhaustion caught up
with her. But once they reached climax she announced that she'd decided
to head home while she still had the energy. There were hugs and kisses
all around as Xania made to leave.
Dressed by the front door with the other
two still naked (and still stuffed with dildos), Xania left them with
some parting advice. "There's so much more we didn't have time
to talk about. But there's one issue I didn't get to talk to Alan about
this morning and I don't want to completely miss it with you two, either.
I'm concerned about Alan's attitude regarding sexual diseases and pregnancy.
It seems that he's fucking any available female hole he wants, without
thinking of the consequences. He seems to be going through a troublesome
patch right now, but just think how fucked he would be if he went and
made some strange girl pregnant at this point. Not to mention sexually
transmitted diseases. If he gets something, he's probably going to give
it to all of you, and a dozen lives will be ruined. Imagine AIDS. Gonorrhea.
Herpes. It's not pretty. I STRONGLY suggest that everyone in this circle
of partners get tested immediately. Then you should talk to him about
vigilance with contraception and limiting partners. If you're in this
for the long haul, there needs to be some responsible limits."
Susan and Suzanne both agreed, and resolved
to get started with the testing. They thanked Xania profusely for her
knowledge and wisdom. Then, after even more hugs and kisses, they let
her leave.
CHAPTER 8
Alan had time in his last two classes to
think about what to say and what attitude to take when he was to meet
Heather after school. I'm in a very weak position. Right now I need
things from her. First off, I've got to get this 20 page paper that
one of her nerdy adoring fans is writing for her, poor schmuck. To think
that just a few months ago I was almost pathetic enough to do the same
thing as that guy. Almost, but not quite. Anyways, if I don't get that
before tomorrow morning, I'm going to plain fail out of one of my classes.
Well, a C at best. That'll throw off my chances to get into college,
big time. It's horrible that I'm having someone else do my schoolwork
for me, so it serves me right to be in this spot. The old Alan would
never have done this. I'm slowly losing my mind to my libido, it seems.
But that's not all. Thanks to my previous
failures, I also have to rely on Heather to keep the football players
away. Today I got nasty looks from all kinds of people, especially the
big jocks. She's the only one with the power to keep them away, due
to her "special relationship" with half the team. She has
me over a barrel.
On the other hand, I have her over
an even bigger barrel. She seems to want me to be her boyfriend, as
crazy as that sounds. And apparently she's quite intent on it, in her
typical "Heather must have it or kill everyone trying" kind
of way. The logical thing would be to walk in there and say that we
both need things from each other, be reasonable, and work out a truce.
But I'm not going to do that. I've thought about this for over an hour,
and I've decided that one simply cannot give an inch to Heather or she'll
end up walking all over you. I have the advantage of that fact that
she's a little bit awed by me. My only choice is to walk in there and
bluff my way through it with a strong showing that allows for no weakness
or compromises.
He strode to the theater room with purpose
and determination as soon as his last class let out. But right as he
got to the door, he found Janice there. She apparently knew he was going
to be there and intercepted him. He was annoyed, but tried to appear
friendly. "Hi Janice. What's up?" She rested right on the
door so he couldn't get past her.
"Oh, not
much." There clearly was something going on because Janice was
nervous and fidgety.
Alan felt impatient. He took the opportunity
this pause in his rush gave him to reach into his pocket and dial in
a new setting to Glory's vaginal vibrator. He'd continued to do that
very occasionally during his fifth and sixth periods, but more frequently
and with higher settings in the break in between. Then he said to Janice,
"I can tell you want to talk about something important. Something's
obviously bothering you."
Janice kept her eyes downcast and shyly
nodded her head.
"Okay, but can it wait a few minutes?
I'm supposed to meet Heather here. I'll just be a couple minutes and
then I can come out and have more time to talk. How does that sound?"
Janice readily agreed.
Alan knocked on the theater room door and
Heather let him in. The door closed and locked itself behind him.
They eyed each other warily. Alan stared
with all the intensity he could muster. Then he said, "I don't
even know if I want to talk to you. ... I'll talk on one condition.
You give me the key to this room."
Heather protested, "But that's the
only key! I tried to make a copy, but none of the key shops would break
the law to do it. I have to have that key!" They both knew that
the key was much more than a simple key. It was the only access into
the theater room, the perfect place for sexual shenanigans in school.
Heather's control over it gave her a lot of power over the other cheerleaders.
"You should have thought about that
before you started spreading lies. Either you give me the key right
now, or I'm walking. And don't say you don't have it on you because
you couldn't have gotten in here without it."
Heather again tried to size him up. He
looked livid and aggressive. He'd been working on his look and mentally
practicing it, and he'd gotten himself emotionally worked up to make
sure he could be convincing. They stared at each other, until Heather
flinched. She turned aside and said dismissively, "I'll give you
the key, but only if you agree to the foll-"
"SHUT UP, BITCH! Did you hear me?
Give me the key. NOW. Or I'm leaving. You don't make ANY conditions!"
Heather had never seen Alan like this.
She didn't know he could be like this. He barely knew he could be like
this. She meekly fished into her pockets and handed him the key.
This didn't seem to please him, as he stayed
just as angry as before. "I lied. That's not the only thing you
have to do. Get naked, then I'm going to tie up your hands and blindfold
your eyes. Then maybe we can get somewhere." He recalled his own
blindfolding experience with Glory many days earlier. He could never
forget just how helpless being blind could make one feel. Xania's complaints
about helplessness from earlier in the morning also helped inspire the
binding of her hands.
Heather was actually quite eager to obey
these commands, because she hoped it meant that Alan was about to fuck
her, and she knew that would always be a very good thing. But then she
raised a practical point. "With what? Did you bring a rope? A blindfold?"
"No. We'll use your panties to lash
your wrists together behind your back, and if that isn't strong enough
we'll use your bra, too."
Heather's hands
automatically reached up and defensively clutched at her sports bra,
hard enough to inadvertently pop out a hardening nipple. "Now wait
a minute, you don't expect me to just let you..." Her voice trailed
off as she saw the resolute determination harden in his eyes.
"Get to it. NOW! And no talking. Period!"
Alan felt a bit like a Marine sergeant,
but the approach worked. Heather quickly stripped. Her panties stretched
to make an excellent binding for her wrists. Then he pulled out Glory's
panties, which he'd taken from her at the end of lunch. They were still
wet with her pussy juices. He said in a no-nonsense tone of voice, "Here's
your blindfold," and wrapped them around her head. They pulled
exceptionally tight and went completely around with enough fabric left
over to tie together at the back of her head. He purposely put the wettest
part of Glory's panties right over Heather's mouth.
She muffled out, "Gross! What is this
disgusting shit?"
"It's called humiliation. I also said
no talking, so you're going to have to pay for that. As punishment,
I'm going to go now and leave you to stew for a while. I want you positioned
with your ass high up in the air and your butthole ready for whatever
I feel like doing to it. Remember that I have the key now. If I walk
back into this room and see you in the exact same position, with your
hands still tied, your eyes still blindfolded, and your ass proudly
thrust up high, then maybe, just maybe, I'll fuck you up the ass. If
not, then I certainly won't. Ever. So it's all up to you. Good-bye."
Alan made a quick exit from the theater
without looking back. He left behind a completely bewildered, amazed,
bound, and blindfolded cheerleader. She didn't expect that kind of treatment
from him and still couldn't figure out what to say or how to act.
He closed the door and leaned up against
the outside of it, huffing and puffing more from mental exertion than
anything else. I did it! Phase one has worked!
"Alan?"
He looked around and realized Janice was
still there, still wanting to talk. So he collected his wits and tried
to focus on Janice. She turned out to be very eager to talk, and once
she got started she practically poured her soul out to him. She wanted
to talk to him about Joy. She hoped that with his great sexual experience
he could give her some advice.
It turned out that thanks to the orgy Alan
attended with Janice, Joy, Heather, and Simone two days before, Janice
and Joy had broken a barrier and were engaging in lesbian sex with each
other. But, ironically given her name, Joy felt no joy. Janice could
only make Joy do anything with her by saying that Heather had ordered
them to practice, but for Joy it had all the pleasure of a dental visit.
When she'd said she wasn't a lesbian or bisexual, she was absolutely
right.
Joy did get
a little bit of satisfaction when lapping at Janice's pussy, simply
from knowing that she'd managed to make her best friend cum and made
her happy. But it was nearly impossible for Janice to get Joy to cum,
and if she did, the victory was a very hollow one, for both of them.
Janice wanted Alan to tell her what to do, how to make her best friend
turn into her lesbian lover as well.
Alan was stumped. He had at least a glimmering
of how much Janice was in love with Joy, and he really wanted to help,
but he didn't know what to say. He thought, I'm really the wrong
person to ask. I kind of figured all women were naturally bisexual if
given the right opportunity. But what better, more loving opportunity
does Joy have than with Janice? And yet, still nothing. That little
"insight" pretty much wipes out all my "expertise."
Shit.
He tried to explain to Janice that sometimes
when you love someone they don't love you back, and that's all there
is to it. There's nothing you can do about it, and the more you try
to force it, the more painful it gets. He pointed out that physical
love was just one kind of love, and that the love Janice and Joy shared
was obviously a strong one and possibly a lifelong one. He suggested
she revel in that, and try to avoid physical contact with Joy for a
while as further such encounters might only make things worse in reminding
Janice what might have been. He promised to get Heather to back off
from forcing them together, if that was a problem.
Janice cried quite a lot on his shoulder.
He felt a bit of a cad, since his advice was so wildly at odds with
his own life. He pretty much demanded physical love from every beautiful
female he wanted it from, and he dangerously played with their emotions
in the process. He'd even put Janice and Joy together without thinking
during the orgy with Simone. It was like he was juggling many women's
hearts in the air, and it was only a matter of time until they came
crashing down. Yet he was proud of his advice. He liked to think that
it came from the "good" Alan, and that it would do Janice
some good.
Unfortunately, thinking of the "good"
Alan reminded him of the "bad" Alan and the situation with
Heather waiting on the other side of the door. He asked Janice what
time it was and when she told him he realized he'd kept Heather waiting
for over twenty minutes. That was much longer than he'd planned, but
the conversation with Janice had taken on a life of its own. He gently
kissed away Janice's tears while he gave her a warm farewell hug. He
gave her an open invitation to come and talk to him about anything at
any time. He figured the discussion had brought them much closer together.
CHAPTER 9
The fact that Janice had wanted to talk
to him had given him the idea of making Heather wait, and in that it
worked perfectly. He opened the door, and to his genuine surprise, he
saw Heather still propped up in the position he'd commanded her to assume,
with her head resting on a couch but her ass thrust up high. He realized
that the bindings keeping here there were completely symbolic. She could
have torn through her panties and stood up in seconds if she so desired.
But the problem with the Janice discussion
was that his earlier anger was almost completely gone, and instead he
felt very contemplative, pondering the meaning of love. He didn't want
to feel that way. He wanted to intimidate Heather some more. But he
just didn't have it in him.
He walked over
to her, and said in a calm voice, "Very good. I'm proud of you.
You'll get your fuck now, assuming we work everything else out. Sorry
to keep you waiting so long, but something came up. I ran into someone
in the hallway, and well... Sorry. Feel free to talk and move about
now." He thought, This is exactly how I shouldn't act with Heather.
I have to keep her off balance. Forget apologies! He resolved to
take a different tone.
Heather immediately sat up on the couch
and pulled her arms apart, ripping the panties binding her hands completely
in two. Then she ripped the underwear off of her face and spat, wiping
Glory's drying pussy juices off her face. She grumbled, "Took you
long enough," but was otherwise sullen and silent, and even her
grumble was surprisingly quiet and subdued.
That only made Alan more sorry about what
he did to her earlier. What was I thinking? That thing with the soiled
panties was just plain cruel. And I can't even imagine how much madder
she'd be if she knew they were Glory's. I hate the bad Alan! Am I going
to be the kind of guy who hits women? Where is this going to stop? I
feel like he was in total control, but now the good Alan is back in
control. Hmm. ... Well, maybe there's a silver lining. Maybe I can take
advantage of this Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde aspect of my personality,
if I can play this right.
He stood before Heather and said, "Heather,
what I did may have seemed cruel, but I did it to make a point. I have
a good side and a bad side. I let my bad side rage earlier because I
was so mad at you. But then I purposely went to cool off so I could
come back and show you my normal good side. I hardly ever act like I
did before. In fact, I don't think I've ever gone that far. But you're
the one who drove me to it. You totally piss me off. What do you want
from me? Do you want me to be that way with you? Is that what you're
trying to do?"
"No!" For the first time she
felt like she could talk freely. "I like it when you're abusive
during sex, but that's good abusive. What you did to me just now was
bad abusive. The waiting was horrible. My legs fucking ache. I can't
believe you made me do that!"
"So why did you wait? Why did you
give me the key? Why didn't you just spit in my face?"
She was contemplative. "Hmm. I thought
about that a lot while I waited. Believe you me, I was so close to bolting,
but I didn't. I don't know why. I guess you have a certain hold over
me. Of course I wanted the assfuck, but there's a lot more to it than
that. I want to be friends with you, but I keep fucking things up. Alan,
I..." She was going to say, "love you" but then pulled
back at the last moment. She didn't want to tell anyone that, no matter
what. It would be a sign of weakness. She finished rather lamely, "...
like you. A lot. I know that I have an antagonistic relationship with
most people, but I have good friends too. Look at Simone, for instance.
We have our ups and downs, but we're solid friends."
"How often do you stab her in the
back with malicious lies?"
Heather had no answer to that and could
only hang her head in shame and guilt. Shame for the truth of what he
said, and guilt for having been caught doing it. She actually felt guilty,
now, about what she'd done, and didn't like the feeling. However, she
wouldn't have felt bad had she not been caught.
"Heather, what you did was completely
beyond the pale. I don't care if you tangle with me. I've gotten myself
involved with you, and it's up to me to deal with what comes from that.
But why Glory? And why Amy? What have they ever done to you? They hardly
even know you. And yet you spread these vicious lies about them all
over school. That's not exactly what I call endearing."
Heather was surprisingly silent and abashed.
She didn't want to have to say the obvious, she just wanted the unpleasantness
to be over with as soon as possible.
Alan did it for her. "I know why you
picked them. Because I'm physically involved with both of them, and
you want to break those bonds. You want to be my girlfriend, and they're
competition. That's how you do things: eliminate the competition on
your way to the top. But you can't do that to get someone to genuinely
like you or even love you. If you somehow manage it, it will ring hollow
because you know it's a sham."
Heather wouldn't have minded a sham terribly
much if it got her Alan as a boyfriend who gave her continual, fantastic,
soul-searing sex, but she was smart enough not to say that. Instead,
she stood up to better look him in the eye, and stated honestly and
calmly, "I know the smart thing would be to be nice, but I don't
know how to be nice. Plus, let's face it, my best might not be good
enough. I've given this a lot of thought. Let's get the 500-pound gorilla
out in the open. There's your relationship with your sister. I can't
compete with that. She's beautiful, kind, and to top it all off, a great
fuck. I know this last point first hand. And she's your sister and you're
thick as thieves. Amy's pretty much the same, and you've known her forever,
too. Ditto with Glory. She's got all kinds of good qualities, and everyone
knows you've had a crush on her for years. That's some tough competition!
Meanwhile, I know I have my less than good points. Beauty can't win
it for me every single time. So I thought cheating would be my only
chance to win."
Alan was surprised how calm and reasonable
he and Heather were acting. He'd originally come into the room expecting
a knock out, drag down fight, but the wait with Janice had somehow caused
that to blow over. His anger was coming back a bit when he reminded
himself what she'd done with her rumormongering, but it wasn't like
before. He said, also calmly, "Heather, I'm glad you're being honest.
I'll be honest, too. You're right. The odds of you being my girlfriend
are extremely small, especially if you expect some kind of exclusive
relationship. The fact is, those three aren't the full extent of it.
I have serious physical relationships with about a dozen women. Most
of them are intense and loving. You've got the intense, I'll give you
that, but where's the loving? Ever since I really learned how to fuck,
women are coming to me like bees to honey. For instance, there was this
AMAZING woman I didn't even know a couple months ago who recently declared
herself to be my complete and utter sex slave. You think I'm going to
turn all that down just for you? No chance in hell.
"However, I think you know that. You
know how much I sleep around, but you sleep around nearly as much as
I do, if not more, so you're the last one who should complain or make
demands as to who else I'm involved with. We're the types that can't
be confined to a normal, monogamous relationship anyways. So, if you
accept that I have all that, and you want to publicly be my girlfriend
here in school, I might consider that, but not unless you did quite
A LOT to make it happen."
She didn't take that seriously. "You'd
never break up with Amy for me." Inwardly she still devilishly
thought, Unless I do something to ruin Amy for you.
He replied, "You're right. Amy's too
amazing, and I love her deeply, which is something you haven't got going
for you. But I'd be willing to be boyfriends to both her AND you, but
only if you can prove yourself worthy. There are zillions of high school
boys who have gone out with more than one girl at a time. Big deal."
He was being sincere, technically, but figured the odds of Heather actually
proving herself worthy enough to share official girlfriend status with
Amy was one-in-a-million.
However, Heather looked at the situation
with rose-colored glasses and could see the sharing boyfriends plan
as possible. That gave her hope to cooperate with Alan and work something
out. Yet she knew it wouldn't be easy. "What would I have to do?"
"Heather, how can I even begin to
count the ways? You need a serious attitude adjustment. You truly are
a bitch, with a capital 'B.' That's not just something I just say at
the height of sex. I well and truly mean it. There's a picture of you
in the dictionary next to that word. I'm not going to be your boyfriend
until you change, big time. Sure, we might fuck from time to time, and
if that's all you want, then keep doing what you're doing. But otherwise..."
"What?" Heather asked, trying
to hide her desperation. She really wanted to know what he wanted from
her. It wasn't just the incredible sex; she was sure there was something
more here. Insofar as Heather was capable of love, she loved Alan. She
wanted him. She wanted to possess him and be with him all the time.
It was vanity, pride, greed, lust, and much more making her this way,
while somewhere inside her the chemicals marking love were spilling
out of her hormones and had her targeting her desire at Alan. She wanted
him more than anything she'd ever wanted before in her life. The fact
that he was making it so difficult for her only fanned the flames of
her desire for him even higher.
He examined her critically before answering.
It made Heather feel strangely insecure to be inspected so clinically
while she stood there naked. "I would have to remake you. Completely
break you down and then start again when it comes to your bitchiness.
You need to learn humility. You need to learn kindness. Those are the
two main things. I believe people can change and I feel a strong desire
to change you. You do attract me in a certain way, and not just sexually.
Your personality is ... intriguing. I've never met anyone even remotely
like you. There's a lot about you that's pure Heather and shouldn't
change, like your determination and willpower. But you can have those
qualities and some frigging modesty too, for Christ's sake! Going on
about how you're the most beautiful girl in school - it's ridiculous!"
There was a part of Heather that wanted
to be a nice, normal person. She knew that she wouldn't ever actually
become like that, but she knew it would be better if she could bend
more in that direction. And if Alan wanted her to be that way, she was
willing to try. She straightened her shoulders and said, "You're
right. I'm a bitch. I'm spoiled. I know it. I want you to change me.
I really do. Especially if you'll make me your girlfriend as a reward
for success. I CAN change. If I want something, I fight hard to get
it."
Alan scratched his chin and struck a thoughtful
pose. "Hmm. That is true. You know, I hadn't considered the conversation
going like this. I thought I'd have to storm this room like soldiers
storming the beaches of Normandy. But here we are, having a nice, normal
conversation like two normal people. I hardly know how to behave myself.
I'll have to think about this, and think about how to change you. Is
it even possible?"
Some ideas crossed his mind. For instance, his
plan to use his friend Sean as a substitute for himself seemed to have
a place in this. And keeping Glory stuffed with dildos all day seemed
to be working. He imagined doing the same with Heather except somehow
making it even more difficult and intense for her. The possibilities
were seductively intriguing. "If I take this on, you have to be
willing to obey absolutely everything and anything I say. You'll also
have to be completely honest and straightforward with me, too. I'm not
going to put up with your little manipulative games and brinkmanship.
Do you think you can do all that? And do you think you can control your
jealousy towards the likes of Amy and Glory?"
Heather honestly considered that. The idea
that Alan had nearly a dozen women in his life was disturbing to her
(he'd inflated the numbers a bit to awe her and make her think that
trying to get rid of all the competition would be futile, but it wasn't
that big of an exaggeration). Her jealousy flared up, and she couldn't
imagine keeping it under control for long. Glory in particular annoyed
her. For some reason she didn't mind Amy and Katherine that much, even
though she knew they probably were bigger competition in the long run,
but with Glory it felt personal. Her hatred of Glory was moving beyond
Alan and taking on a life of its own. She thought, I can take anything
Alan can dish out, but I can't deal with this jealousy thing. Straightforward?
Forget it. I can be more straightforward than usual, but fuck me if
I'll tell him everything. But I'll try doing what he wants for a while
and keep that other stuff hidden. Maybe this really is my best shot
for a serious relationship with him.
"Okay. I'll do it," she replied.
"Good. Good. Maybe there's hope for
you yet. Meanwhile, we have some unfinished business to attend to. I
want to talk to you about the essay you're arranging for me, and how
to deal with the football players. And then there's the little matter
of some anal sex that somebody promised." He winked.
CHAPTER 10
Alan and Heather quickly and amicably made
short work of the essay and football player issues. She sincerely promised
to do her best with both. The issue of the theater room key also didn't
come back up, which meant the key was now Alan's to keep.
Everything went so amicably and successfully
that Alan hardly knew what to do with himself. He knew that Heather
was fairly incorrigible and that she'd be up to no good soon enough,
but it was nice to enjoy the peace and harmony while it lasted. The
only problem was, he wasn't sure if he could get in the right mood for
anal sex now, at least the abusive kind that they both enjoyed so much.
He thought, It's the intensity of my dislike for her that makes the
sex so hot. I pretty much attack her physically and verbally because
there's real emotion there. But what will I do if I actually get to
like her? Think about some world political problems that piss me off
while we fuck? Something like that would never work.
Well, I seriously doubt that'll be a
problem. Heather is fundamentally devilish so she isn't going to magically
sprout wings and instantly turn into a sweet and loving angel. A little
bit of personality change here and there, maybe, is the best I can hope
for in the long term. I'm in no danger of ever having to make good on
my boyfriend promise. But in the meantime there's still plenty of material
to get me in the right mood. All I have to do is recall the memories
and channel the feeling. For instance, I just need to fully recall her
rumors against Glory and Amy and I'll be off and running. Not to mention
what she'd do against my sister if she got a chance. I'll bet she was
already planning something against her. She was probably going to use
her incest knowledge as blackmail material. Hell, she probably still
will. And if she found out about Mom? Fuck. I can't even think of her
messing with Mom. Fucking with Amy and Glory, that's bad. Way bad. But
if you fuck with my sister, you've crossed a serious line. And trying
to hurt my mom? Forget it, Heather! You are so fucked! I am sooooo pissed
off now! If you ever so much as even THINK about my mother, why... God!
It makes my blood boil!
Alan smiled a naughty smile. "Bad"
Alan has just entered the building! Heather's ass had better watch out,
because she's gonna get it! However, his anger was a different type
than before. It was less all out hatred, and more a simmering resentment
for Heather's evil and bitchy side. He was filled with a resolve to
change her.
Alan had had such a normal conversation
that he almost forgot Heather was naked. But she was, and remained so.
She felt subdued in more than one sense of the word. She knew that she'd
done wrong to spread those rumors, and so she'd given in. She just didn't
have the spirit to fight when she felt so wrong. But the defeat was
hard on her. It was a blow to her self-confidence.
While Alan was
lost in thought, Heather walked to the back of the theater room's stage,
where she knew a full-length mirror was. She stood in front of the mirror
and looked at herself uncertainly. What am I? Who am I? Am I strong?
Beautiful? Of course I'm beautiful. Just look at this body! I'm incredible.
Alan should be grateful I even let him touch me. But why do I want him
so badly? Half the reason I was so agreeable just now is because I want
him to get on with fucking my ass already. But he so rarely wants me.
Look at this body! What can I do to make it more alluring? The fact
is, HE'S the one with the problem if he doesn't want me more than anyone
else.
Her self-confidence began to surge as she
admired herself and vainly stroked her arms and legs. Glory, Amy,
and even Katherine can't hold a candle to me. I can kick their asses
in every possible way. Beauty? Ha! I'd win a beauty contest hands down.
Popularity? I'm the queen bee in this school. Strength? I can crush
any of them, both mentally and physically. Alan just has a foolish sentimentality
for them because he's known them longer. I must have been joking when
I was agreeing with him just now. I can't wait around until he comes
to his senses. I've got to show him what losers those three really are!
Alan went to the lights and dimmed them
down a bit. He felt dark, so he thought it would improve the mood to
have the room dark as well. He walked up to Heather and tenderly put
his hands on her shoulders, then gave her a little hug from behind.
She continued to stare in the mirror, and he stared with her. He was
just as naked as she was now, and found his hard penis resting up against
her butt cheeks. That gave him an idea. His hand made a quick adjustment,
and before Heather knew what was happening, he'd slipped his dick up
her ready asshole. But that's all he did. He simply left it in there
without further movement, and went back to gently hugging her as if
nothing had happened.
Heather let a loud gasp escape from between
her luscious lips. Her mind was all a jumble as her self-absorption
and bitchiness came crashing down around her as surely as if the mirror
had been completely shattered. She breathed in small gasps as she tried
to adjust to the fact that her ass felt so remarkably full.
Alan tenderly and patiently waited for
her to adjust, riding out her clutching spasms as her asshole throbbed
and pulsed around him. He idly cupped her breasts from behind, sending
little shivers through her as he lightly teased her nipples. He gently
asked, "How do you feel?"
She thought about this quite seriously.
"I feel... Good. ... Complete. ... Different. I don't... I can't..."
"What?" He stared intently into
her confused face via the reflection in the mirror.
"I don't know who that is in the mirror!
It's not me! Or, it is me, but not the same person who was there before.
Only moments ago I was a complete and utter bitch. I can see it now.
I can't believe I'm telling you this, but just now I was adoring my
beauty like a prima donna and thinking up new schemes against your other
lovers. But that's wrong! ... The tension... It's gone. The contempt,
the superiority - gone! How can I look down on others when I have a
massive, thick cock filling my ass so wonderfully? ... I feel completely
peaceful. So at ease. Look at me! Is it just me, or does my whole body
look different?" She honestly couldn't believe the change the had
come over her, and she looked at herself in the mirror with a sense
of wonder.
Alan had a good slow look at her from her
toes all the way to the top of her blonde head. "You're right.
Your body language is completely different now. Ironically, when you
have a real stick up your butt, you no longer have a metaphorical stick
up your butt." He embraced her tenderly and left a trail of kisses
along her neck and cheek, kisses that made her heart race. He whispered
in her ear, "I like you better this way."
She answered with surprise, "I do
too! I feel humbled. You know what? I'm actually quite insecure, deep
down. I can't believe I'm telling you that, but I can't hide anything
from you while you possess me like this. I need you, Alan. I need you
to straighten me out." She leaned back against Alan's tall and
muscular frame and closed her eyes with a happy sigh. "I'm only
a bitch when my ass isn't full."
Suddenly, Heather's
eyes widened and her jaw dropped in great surprise as she realized just
how true that last statement was. But then her mouth and eyes opened
even wider, because Alan chose that moment to pull his penis back and
then push into her all the way, going in even deeper than he had been
before. She'd thought that he'd been in her up to the hilt already,
but she was wrong. As he pushed in a couple more inches, she really
felt as if he was splitting her in two. This created a feeling so incredible
that it felt as if her insides were melting. In fact, she seemed to
melt all over, but luckily Alan was in a position to hold her up. Her
whole body started vibrating as an uncontrollably intense, deep anal
orgasm shattered its way through her very being for the first time in
her life, sending shivers up and down her spine and everywhere else.
Her eyes unfocused and rolled back in her head as she came and came
and came, helplessly impaled on hard cock.
The only muscles still active in her body
were the ones in her ass. Her asshole throbbed and clutched powerfully,
almost painfully, at the root of Alan's penis, while her strong internal
muscles rippled up and down the length he had inside her. It seemed
that her anal clenching had a mind of its own and wouldn't stop for
anything. Alan was gripped so tightly that he couldn't even stroke his
penis in and out of her as he'd planned to do. He'd never felt anything
like it. It felt as if her ass was trying to suck his entire body all
the way inside her butt.
Heather was so overwhelmed by her anal
climaxes that Alan gave up his plans to stroke for the moment and just
held onto her tightly with his penis still deep inside her ass. Strange
sensations rocketed and surged through her body. As her tremors tailed
off and she rode out the aftershocks, she remained completely limp in
his arms. He lowered his head until his lips were beside her ear. He
could smell the fragrant perfume of her hair and the dampness of her
brow. He could even smell the sexual sweat that had broken out on her
skin the instant he had completely impaled her. He brushed her blonde
bangs aside with his chin and gently kissed the edges of her ear. She
gasped in shock at his tenderness. She tensed up in surprise, and her
ass especially clenched even tighter around his fully imbedded penis,
but then she relaxed utterly. She felt completely safe and at peace.
Her asshole throbbed with happiness in time to her heartbeat.
He whispered directly into her ear, "So
that's your secret. You're only a bitch when your ass ISN'T full."
She sighed. She felt defeated. What's
happening to me? I've been completely conquered. Conquered by his kindness,
and conquered by that giant, hard, meaty presence throbbing so insistently
inside me. Where it belongs! This shouldn't be happening, but I can't
fight what he does to me!
Suddenly she complained in her normal bitchy
voice, "What did you do? What was that? You were just standing
there with your cock up my butt and then all of a sudden the walls are
melting! What kind of trick was that?" Her voice quickly mellowed
into breathless awe. "You rocked my world!"
Alan replied sincerely, "That was
no trick. That was just you. I didn't plan that." He lightly nibbled
her ear, making her gasp. Her anus desperately clutched at him again.
"Obviously you have a very sensitive ass." He flexed his deeply
imbedded penis, pushing Heather towards hyperventilation as she felt
the beginnings of another anal orgasm starting to build within her.
"One with very special needs!"
She growled demandingly, "Well, you
might not have planned it, but do it again!"
He reached upwards, his fingers caressing
her jaw and throat. He turned her face up so he could kiss her trembling
lips. That sent more shivers up and down her spine. She moaned and purred
like a happy kitten. She cooed, "Oh Alan!" in a completely
different voice, an utterly defenseless and honest voice.
He replied between kisses, "I like
this Heather, the one who said 'Oh Alan!" to me. I don't like the
one who was demanding I 'do it again' to her. That's the selfish, empty
assed Heather still talking. The bitchy Heather. I don't want her. I
don't like her." He hugged her lovingly and flexed inside her once
again, making her groan with pleasure. "I want you. Not her. I
like you. I don't like her at all."
Heather felt herself starting to cry. "I
don't either! Alan, don't leave me! I feel so vulnerable, but I love
it! No one has ever made me feel like this before! You know exactly
what to do!"
He thought, Pure luck strikes again,
but Heather doesn't need to know that. I knew her weakness was her ass,
but it looks like I literally struck a nerve. I'll just have to carry
on like I know what I'm doing. "Heather, it's like I said before.
You have to be completely willing to do what I say." He thought
about what he'd been doing to Glory all day, and how well keeping her
stuffed with vibrators seemed to be working. He continued, "It
looks like what you really need is to have your ass constantly stuffed.
Am I right? How would you like to have something big up HERE all day
long?" He flexed his penis again to drive his point home. Then,
reminded of his penis, he began the long, slow in and out strokes he
so very much wanted to do.
She gasped, and then gasped again in mid-gasp
as the double whammy of his words and his thrusting registered. She
was so flummoxed and amazed by the idea that she didn't know how to
respond. "You mean? ... My ass? Filled? ... How?"
He gave her several more long strokes while
he kept her waiting for an answer. She grunted each time he bottomed
out, but otherwise held her breath to hear what he'd have to say. "We're
going to tame you with vibrators." He pushed in deep again and
held there. "Big ones." He leaned in close and wrapped himself
around her tighter than before. "VERY big ones." He whispered
with simultaneous tenderness and aggressiveness, "Your ass will
have to stay filled until your inner bitch learns her place." Shifting
his hold on her, he French kissed her deeply as he wrapped his arms
just underneath her boobs and thrust upwards with his hips.
Heather could barely believe what was happening
to her as she felt her feet rise up until they completely left the ground.
As she remained suspended in mid-air, the weight of her body pulled
her asshole down around his penis while he squeezed her tightly to him
and his tongue groped at her tonsils. She couldn't breathe from the
squeezing and the excitement, but she didn't care much about that. She
could feel another climax coming on. But he couldn't hold her off the
ground for too long, and when she settled back down their lips parted
and they both gasped for air.
CHAPTER 11
Alan reached down and grasped Heather's
limp hands where they hung at her sides, drawing them up with his own
as he enfolded her shoulders in his arms. He gently pinched and played
with Heather's rock hard nipples between his dangling fingers while
Heather just shuddered in response. He stated as fact, "You're
going to be filled up all day long. Your asshole, of course. Maybe your
cunt too, if I feel like it. Maybe if you're really bad I'll even have
to run a strap around your head and keep a big plastic cock firmly planted
in your mouth all day long as well. I wonder what your friends and teachers
would think of that?"
"You wouldn't!" She loved his
tough talk and felt as if she was a kind of soft goo, to be molded and
shaped by his strong hands.
"Maybe not. Maybe not at first. Of
course, we'll have to concentrate on your ass." He recalled the
way Glory strutted around during lunch, flaunting her ass when she expertly
mimicked Heather's walking style. He said, "You really love to
flaunt your ass when you walk, don't you?"
She answered breathlessly, "Yes!"
She felt like it was impossible to lie to him when he had her so thoroughly
filled.
"Especially lately, you've really
got quite a saucy walk. Well, now your ass is mine. Now you're going
to dress just like I want you to dress. No more skirts or dresses for
you. No. You're only going to wear extremely thin and tight shorts and
pants. Clothes that you have to paint on. Clothes that are so tight
you'll need help to get them on and off."
She was eating this up eagerly, and merely
asked for clarification, "Blue jeans?" She owned some very
tight blue jeans.
Alan stirred his penis around inside her
while considering her request. "No. Too thick. Everyone needs to
be able to see your panty lines as clear as day. Except you won't have
any panty lines, because you won't be wearing panties. Not normal panties,
anyways. From now on, you'll only wear dental floss. You're going to
wear strings up your ass crack so thin that they'll make dental floss
look thick in comparison. Butt floss, we'll call it. I want you to wear
tight thongs that cover up just enough of your cunt so you don't get
kicked out of school or gang raped, but leave absolutely nothing to
the imagination in the back. Your tight shorts or pants will have to
cleave deeply between your butt cheeks and ride high and tight in the
crotch, leaving your ass cheeks completely exposed to everyone from
now on. You need clothes that say, 'I love my ass and I need to keep
it well fucked!'"
He had paused in his fucking for a bit
to get that wordy idea out of his mouth, but now he picked up the pace
again.
She moaned, "Yes! Yes! More! More!
More!" She referred to both his words and his thrusting.
He went on, "Luckily, you've got a
very strong ass. It's good that you're a muscular cheerleader, because
you're going to need that strength. I want you to work your butt, and
constantly exercise it. I know you already have a fine ass, but I want
your glutes to be stronger, firmer, better toned, more muscular, and
better defined. I want your ass to flaunt that you're an anal addict
second to none. You know how some homeless people have signs that read
'Will Work for Food?' Well, I want your ass to say to me from across
the room, 'Will Crush Cocks For Cum.'"
Heather was in heaven. "Harder! More!
Hurry!"
He huffed between labored breaths and deep
thrusts, "And when I say, 'for me,' that's just what I mean! I
know you're an insatiable slut, but now you're MY insatiable slut! Enjoy
fucking the football players this weekend, because it'll be the last
time you'll have sexual freedom. I can't possibly keep a massive whore
like you completely satisfied. I realize that. But from now on, I'M,"
he gave her a particularly deep thrust with that word, "going to
tell YOU,' that was punctuated by another huge push, "just who
you can FUCK," another thrust, "and WHEN ... and WHERE!"
She couldn't lie to him, not with the way
he was treating her and making her feel so good. "I can't! I'm
sorry, I can't, Alan! I have to be honest. I need too many cocks! I
could never be good enough to make you happy!"
He stopped thrusting momentarily, because
he had to thrash this issue out. He waited until his breath caught up
to him. Then he said, "Don't worry. I'll give you cocks."
He thought of Sean and hoped Sean would prove himself worthy. "Not
many, true, but then it's a question of quality versus quantity. You've
tried quantity and that doesn't work. See if you can get any of those
football players this weekend to fuck your ass. I'll bet you none of
them will. They're all squeamish about it, thinking it's gay."
He thought to himself, In fact, they're
just like I used to be. What a painful remainder of how immature I was.
He pulled back a bit and pounded into her once, hard, just to hear
her grunt as he knocked the wind out of her lungs. He held himself deep
as she gasped for air while her asshole spasmed around him.
Leaning in closer to her, he spoke directly
into her ear. "No, I take that back. Knowing you, you'll talk or
force someone into it. But see how good it is. Anyone spineless enough
to get pushed around by you is not going to give you the kind of assfucking that you really crave. Only I know what you need; me and the
guys I'll train and choose for you. And of course women. We're gonna
have to teach some of them how to keep your favorite hole happy with
a strap-on. Now, you can either stick with my plan and have your ass
constantly humming with happiness, or you can sleep around far and wide
and have a lot of clumsy oaf athletes unload into your pussy and pull
out before you get a chance to cum." He teasingly flicked the outside
of her ear with his tongue, making her shiver and whimper with desire.
He whispered to her while sexily blowing into her ear, "It's your
choice."
She was struck by how much sense that all
made. What he said seemed like a no-brainer.
He drew back before continuing, pulling
out until he had only an inch or so still inside her. Heather felt the
emptiness within her and wanted him to fill her up again so badly that
she focused her attention even more on what he was saying. At the same
time she wriggled her hips to express her increasingly great need. "But
here's the key point. If you go sleeping around with just anybody, you're
a sexual disease just waiting to happen. I hope to God that you don't
have something already and that I won't catch it if you do. But if you're
clean, you'll have to reduce yourself to just a select few or I'm not
going to sleep with you ever again. Period. And they'll have to keep
their partners in a closed circle for the whole thing to stay clean.
The cheerleaders might be the right group, if they'll all agree to the
same idea."
Heather thought about this. "What
about Simone? I can't go without Simone!" Her anus clutched desperately
around his penis as she practically begged, communicating her fear to
him that she might be denied her best friend and lover.
"Same deal. I know she's another complete
slut, but if she limits her partners to an approved group and you trust
her with that, then maybe. Maybe she needs some training too. But first
I have to train you. I haven't finished explaining what's going to happen
to you."
He resumed his slow, rhythmic thrusting,
as he wanted her properly breathless and mewling for his explanation.
"First, remember my butt floss idea. Oh yeah. And high heels. You're
going to be the only girl in this school to walk around in really high
heels. I've got a particular thing for them, but they'll be essential
to hoist your ass up high and keep it there for the proper 'knock me
down and fuck me' look. I want you, and everyone around you, to be fully
aware of your ass at all times. I want classes to come to a complete
and sudden stunned halt whenever you get up and swish your slutty ass
around. Remember the butt floss idea. Your butt cheeks are going to
be trapped inside your sprayed on, short shorts, rolling around inside
your painfully stretched, tighter than tight clothes, fighting each
other to escape! Your butt floss thong will be pulled up into your crotch
so tight that it'll rub your ass crack and pussy lips maddeningly whenever
you walk around. I want you to be completely unable to walk any long
distance without cumming in your shorts from all the incessant rubbing.
Running should be completely out of the question. If you were foolish
enough to try and run somewhere, you'd have to fall on the ground, rip
open your paper-thin shorts, pull aside your butt floss, and shout to
anyone and everyone, 'My ass is on fire! Someone come here and douse
it with your cum to put out the flames!"
"Alan! Stop! No more! My ass IS on
fire! I need it now! The way you're teasing me with your words and your
painfully slow fucking is too much! You're destroying me! Fill me with
your cum! Your magnificent cum! Hurry! Please!"
Alan had gotten so carried away with his
description that his thrusts had nearly completely stopped. He resumed
his in and out pistoning, but he continued with his description and
again got a bit carried away with it. "But that's not all. Don't
forget the anal vibrator. Only we're not going to call it a vibrator.
We're gonna call it a Bitch Trainer, complete with capital letters."
"YES! Bitch Trainers! Train this bitch
right now!"
"I will! But an ass like yours needs
constant control and supervision! I'm going to have to look into which
Bitch Trainers are best for you, but I'm envisioning one that'll make
a small bulge so your butt will be that much more eye-catching. If you're
lax in your self-discipline and let your backside backslide on keeping
it in, everyone will look at you and whisper to each other, 'Hey, what's
that big round thing falling out of Heather's ass crack?" He gave
her ass a hard spank to enforce the idea of "discipline" in
her. Heather's anus and insides spastically clenched and throbbed around
his penis in ecstatic response. Alan noticed that the sensation was
quite different from when he spanked Susan while fucking her ass. He
figured that Heather's stronger, tighter buttocks and firmer, tighter
grip on his penis explained the difference.
Reaching up, Alan grabbed hold of Heather's
ponytail and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and
offer her ass to him at a better angle. He hotly whispered into her
ear, "You'll be parading around school with pants so tight and
thin that you might as well be naked, and your butt will be so full
of plastic cock that it'll be like I'm clinging to your back all day,
constantly fucking you wherever you go! Everyone who sees you will drool!
Their hands will fly to their crotches, both boys AND girls! Even though
your body will now be off limits to all but a select few, no one will
be able to resist groping your perfect butt as you shamelessly parade
it around. Your ass will be handed off from one groper to the next.
Dozens of people - teachers and students, boys and girls - will feel
you up before you can make it from one end of the hall to the other.
You'll just have to hope that when you're constantly fondled, not too
many fingers will find their way between your butt cheeks and probe
up your asshole, because then they'll find out just how full you already
are!"
"Oh God, that sounds so hot! When
can we start? Tomorrow! Oh no! I wish I could start tomorrow, but I
have to wear my regulation cheerleader uniform all day for the football
game." She pushed back against his hips and ground her ass down
onto the root of his penis in frustration. "I already HATE the
idea of wearing skirts!"
He resolved to quit talking so much and
really fuck her in earnest. He said, "Get down on all fours like
the doggy bitch you are."
"Yes!" She quickly moved into
the humiliating position. She clamped her anus down hard on his penis,
to make sure he couldn't pull out while they shifted. Alan was once
again amazed at the raw strength of Heather's ass muscles.
Alan knelt behind
her and waited until she was relaxed enough for him to start fucking
her again. Then he really started pounding into her. But he couldn't
help but continue talking too, as new thoughts kept coming to him.
"Don't worry, Heather. You'll still
love skirts. On Fridays we'll have a different regimen. We can build
on the painted on panties tradition that your cheerleader squad has
been happily developing so that when you get felt up on Fridays everyone
will be able to put their fingers straight up your cunt and explore
your naked butt without obstruction. I imagine that once the Friday
tradition gets fully developed and everyone knows that your privates
are open to the public, you won't have to wear a skirt at all. Can you
just imagine that, being the only girl in school to walk around with
nothing below the waist but painted on black panties? Hell, maybe we
should go all the way and just paint on your cheerleader top too, so
the school can officially make Fridays 'Grope Naked Heather Day.' That'll
raise the team spirit!"
"AH!" She knew that his ideas
were getting increasingly outlandish and some were simply impossible,
but she didn't really know fantasy from the practical at this point,
and she didn't really care. She felt another small climax shudder through
her. She felt as if Alan didn't even have to thrust into her; just his
words and the delicious feeling of anal fullness was enough to push
her over the edge at any given moment.
"Do you like the idea of many strange
people groping your ass?"
"Yes! Love it!"
"But who are you doing it for?
"You!"
"Who owns your ass?"
"YOU! Only you! My bitch tamer! My
ass trainer! My ass master! I'm your anal slave! Show me how you own
my ass right now! Please! Do it, do it, do it! Finish me off! Hard!
HARDER! Hurry!"
He teased, "What do you want me to
do, again?"
"You know, dammit! Ram me hard! Tame
me! Tame my ass! Defeat me! I want to lose! I want your big cock to
conquer me completely!"
Alan really liked that answer. He decided
to finally give her the anal filling she so desperately needed, so he
completely shut up and focused entirely on slam fucking her. But for
Alan simply unloading into her ass wasn't enough. He wanted to show
her his control over his penis; the sheer stamina he could conjure.
He reached forward and grabbed her boobs to stimulate and enjoy, but
more importantly to serve as steady handholds. Then, like a canine going
at it doggy style with complete animal abandon, his hips and ass nearly
became a giant blur as he fucked and fucked her ass as hard and fast
as he could. It was as if he had a blender on the lowest setting and
then suddenly hit puree.
Heather could hardly believe it. As soon
as he started seriously hammering her, she started cumming and then
kept right on cumming. She simply couldn't stop. Her cries of "Hard!"
and "Hurry!" would have turned into cries of "Stop!"
as it all became too much to take, but she was too overwhelmed by then
to even form coherent words. With a long guttural cry she completely
spent all her energy and flopped down from her position on all fours
all the way to the ground. But Alan wasn't done yet. He kept slam fucking
her into the ground. Everything else in the world fell away from her
awareness until the only thing she knew and felt was the enormous penis
in her orgasmically oversensitized ass. Alan's penis now filled her
universe and took possession of her very soul. When he finally came,
it was so intense that she completely passed out.
When Alan woke her, she found that he was
already dressed and ready to go. She was sprawled out on the ground,
naked, sweaty, tired, and both physically and emotionally wasted. She
was still stunned by what had been, bar none, the most profound and
arousing fuck of her life.
But Alan was getting used to these kinds
of powerful sexual experiences and he'd already mostly recovered. He
shook her gently by the shoulders and spoke in a normal tone. "I
have to go. Don't leave anything behind, because you can't get back
in now that I have the key." He held the key out and dangled it
like the precious prize it was. He winked.
She was still
so amazed by everything that had transpired that these new developments
barely registered. She started to roll over to better face him, but
he stopped her with a hand.
He waited until she was slightly lucid
again and said, "I hope you'll remember everything I told you.
But there's one thing you got wrong, though. When I asked who you're
training your ass for, you said me, only me. Not true. You're doing
this mostly for you. Chances are that you and I will go our separate
ways sooner or later. Probably sooner, since we're both wild spirits."
"Don't say that!" she protested.
"I want you to be my boyfriend! This doesn't change that, does
it? If you can tame my inner bitch, won't you keep your promise to be
my boyfriend?"
He sighed. It's more likely I'll be
hit by lightning than Heather'll ever defeat her inner bitch. But of
course I can't tell her that. She's just too wild to ever be tamed.
I'll bet she starts scheming against my girlfriends before the day is
even over. This whole thing probably made her want to completely possess
me even more than before. But win or lose, the battle against her inner
bitch sure as hell will be lots of fun for us both! Heh-heh!
He merely smiled encouragingly at her,
and said, "We'll see. We'll see. Take some time and see if you're
really serious about all this, and really willing to try to be good
with the partners you have and everything else. You know I'm pretty
busy tomorrow with tests and everything, and you have the football game,
but we'll talk on Monday, at the latest. See ya."
He went a couple steps before turning back,
as if remembering some minor thing. "Oh. By the way. There's a
reason why I held you from rolling over. If you look at your ass, you'll
see that I managed to pull out at the last second and deposit most of
my cum on your ass cheeks. You're not worthy of taking it inside just
yet. Don't just sit up and wastefully rub it into the ground. I want
you to put your clothes on very carefully and wear that cum against
your skin until you go to bed."
Her eyes opened wide as she imagined sitting
at dinner with her stern parents with squishy cum covering her ass,
filling her crack, and dripping down the front and back of her thighs.
She had no doubt that she would go ahead and do what he said. She just
had one thought as she watched him leave. Hoooooollllly fuck, how
I LOVE him! And he wonders why I'd resort to any tactic to get him.
CHAPTER 12
When Alan got out of the theater room,
he once again stopped and rested up against the door. He sighed. What
a day. That was so intense and ... weird. But I guess that's par for
the course. Tender moments with Heather? REALLY weird! I think that
was a pretty good performance on my part, if I do say so myself. Kind
of a tag team "good" Alan and "bad" Alan effort.
If only I could somehow combine these two sides of my personality...
He was about to head back to his locker
to get his books and go home, but then it hit him that he still wasn't
done with Glory. He picked up his phone. Guess I'll dial her in and
let her know I'm coming. He turned the settings on both vibrators
to six. He knew that was her favorite setting at least for the vaginal
vibrator. That ought to hold her for a while, heh-heh. Maybe she'll
even take the six setting as a sign that I have good news for her.
Alan knocked on Glory's classroom door
and she let him in. He noticed that she seemed like a complete wreck.
It was a major effort for her to make it to the door. She immediately
hurried back to the chair behind her desk on very wobbly legs.
"Finally!" she said in an exhausted
tone. "I've been waiting SO long!" Glory's eyelids fluttered
as she shivered, just missing another orgasm brought on by her relentless
Televibes. "How, how did it go with Heather?" she panted.
Alan looked at her eyes and saw they were
slightly unfocused. Most of her mind was absorbed by the incredible
sensations throbbing through her vagina and rectum. He figured the students
in fifth and sixth periods heard and believed the same sickness excuse
she'd used in fourth period, but that excuse could only work so many
times.
He looked at the clock and saw it was almost
four. Fudge. I have a mountain of homework tonight. He turned
back to Glory as he took his phone out. "It went well. Surprisingly
well. She agreed to everything I said, and in a good way. I could hardly
believe how good she was about everything. And, in a major coup, I got
the key to the theater room. As you may have guessed, that's where all
the cheerleader hanky panky has been going down. Now, you and I can
go in there and we'd be even safer than in here."
He was rather oblivious to her panting.
But as soon as he finished that explanation, she screamed, "Take
it out! Please! Can't you take it out already? I can't wait another
second!" She closed her eyes and drifted off into a rather tortured
sexy whimpering.
He took a good look at her and saw that
her seat had quite a cum puddle in it. She was leaking so much that
some was even dripping down to the floor. Her skirt was hiked up, so
he could see her pussy quite clearly. Even from the distance he stood
at, he could easily see the base of the Televibe between her pussy lips,
and he could even see the vibrating. "Oh. Sorry." He'd forgotten
that he'd had her at full blast on both holes for nearly five minutes
while he wandered his way back to her classroom.
She pulled her chair away from the desk
and he got between her knees. He pulled the still active vibrator out
of her pussy, and as he did so, gave her clit a small tweak. That set
her off. She grabbed at him and clutched at his arms with a death grip
while her eyes rolled back into her head. Then she let out a long, "Ahhhhhh..."
Yet, as soon as she came down again, she
still seemed agitated. "The ass! The ass! Please take the anal
one out. I've been cumming all day. It's so good, but I can't take it
any more! Too much. Too sensitive." She whimpered even more.
Glory was limp and out of it, but he managed
to lift her up onto the desk and bend over it so he could get the anal
vibrator out. Only after that came out did she let out a big sigh of
relief. "Thank the Lord. Yes! Oh. Too much. Why did I ever let
you put something up my ass? My virgin ass! I'll never be the same.
I can't even walk anymore. No. Can't walk..."
Alan just left her bent over the desk,
panting, until she recovered a bit. He sized her situation up, then
announced, "Your skirt is no good. You've got evidence of your
cum puddle all over you. Here, let me take it off you." She lifted
up a bit to let him do that. He took her jacket and blouse off too.
"I assume you have spare clothes in your closet?"
She nodded weakly.
He got a change of clothes for her and
also brought out a rag. He wiped her chair clean with it. He pondered
telling her about how she'd very nearly stood in front of her class
with her bush visible for all to see during her fourth period class,
but then decided against it. He figured the Heather news was enough
for one day, and if she knew how reckless she'd been, she might not
be so reckless again (and especially might not want to use the Televibe
any more). He figured he could tell her some time later, once she'd
become more used to wearing the Televibe and better able to use it "responsibly."
Instead, he sat down in her chair and said,
"Glory, you've had a tough day. Very tough. I have too. Why don't
you come here and sit down in my lap. Tell me all about it."
She managed to pull herself up from where
she was flopped over on her desk, but then immediately turned and flopped
herself down all over him. She clung to him as if she was drowning and
he was the life raft.
He realized that she was crying. "Why
are you crying, my lovely lady?" The loving concern in his voice
only made her tears flow more freely.
"I don't
know! Tears of relief, tears of joy, even sadness. My pussy actually
feels horribly empty now that it's gone. Can you believe that? Part
of me actually misses it even while it's so sore that I can barely sit."
"Don't worry, we can take care of
that empty feeling." Alan opened the fly of his pants and took
out his penis. Somehow he was hard again, even though he was still sensitive
and sore from what he did to Heather. They were two very sore and tired
people, but there was arousal in the air, too. He lifted Glory up a
bit and then impaled her down onto his stiff penis. He did it all within
seconds, before she could react in her semi-dazed state.
"No, Alan, no! Don't fuck me! You
can't. I just can't take it any more. My pussy needs a rest. Although...
It does feel good. Sooooo fucking good..." She sighed in exhausted
happiness as her resistance to being filled again crumbled. "So
full... Oh yes... So much better than empty. But no fucking, please."
"If you don't want me to, we don't
have to. Let's just stay like this." He held her close to him with
all the warmth and tender love he felt for her. He was actually relieved
that she didn't want to fuck, as he was pretty wiped out himself, both
mentally and physically.
She seemed quite satisfied to just feel
the fullness of his heavy penis inside of her. She cooed, "Mmmm.
Feels so good... It's ALWAYS so good with you..." But then, managing
her normal voice for the first time since he'd entered the room, she
chided, "Young man, you're a sexual beast, you know that? How can
you even be erect after no doubt fucking Heather good and hard? You're
not human!"
He smiled wryly. "How do you know
I fucked Heather? Maybe we just had a nice conversation."
"Alan, you can't fool me. You have
some kind of homing device between your legs. If it gets within twenty
feet of a pussy, it finds a way in. Though in her case I'll bet you
did her ass. God, that's so nasty! How can you put your thing up there?
... I hope at least you really gave it to her good and made her suffer."
He playfully flexed and unflexed his penis
far inside Glory. That caused her to whimper even more as her tired
vaginal muscles started fluttering around his manhood. He fondly recalled
the way he anally pounded Heather. Glory went completely limp in Alan's
arms and all the tension drained out of her. He could feel the urge
to properly fuck her welling up inside of him, especially given the
way her pussy muscles were practically suckling on his penis, but he
knew that wouldn't be wise for either of them at the moment.
He focused on talking instead. "Oh,
she got it good, all right. But let's not talk about her and her unpleasantness.
Let's talk about you."
He tapped her on the shoulder, so she slowly
lifted her head enough to see his face. He kissed her in tender small
kisses, starting from her ear and going across her face until he ended
at the tip of her nose. Alan flexed his penis, which got a gasping groan
of delight and a series of strong answering vaginal twitches out of
Glory. But then the two just lay there for a while without any more
physical movement. Finally, he winked at her with eyes sparkling with
mischief and then said in his best deep, loving, suburban husband voice,
"So honey, how was your day?"
CHAPTER 13
Alan felt really low as he came home. Not
only was he mentally and physically exhausted from the very busy day
at school, but he was also quite sleepy. He needed his daily nap badly,
especially since he'd gone to bed late (thanks to Brenda) and woken
up early (thanks to Xania). He was somewhat relieved that Glory and
Heather were, for the moment at least, taken care of. Thinking about
how much sex he needed to perform in one day to keep everyone happy
made him that much more eager for a nap.
He also was very despondent over all the
homework he knew he still had to do. Even though Heather had arranged
for someone to do his 20 page essay, he still had a lot more to do for
his other classes. He figured he'd be up late working, and that prospect
depressed him. He used to stay up late doing homework around one time
every week, but it had been so long since he'd done that he hardly knew
what it was like anymore.
Suzanne
and Susan were waiting for him in the living room, dressed in frilly
French underwear (Katherine and Amy also had homework to do and were
off studying).
He gave a small wave and a hello, and quipped,
"What did I tell you two about not wearing underwear in the house?"
But then he slumped right past them and went straight upstairs.
As soon as he was gone, Suzanne said, "Look
what the cat dragged in. He looks like a wreck! Especially with that
black eye and those bruises. And not even so much as a kiss on the cheek
for either of us. Hrmph!" She was particularly annoyed that both
she and Susan had dressed in their most provocative outfits, yet he
hardly noticed them.
Susan frowned with worry, but said encouragingly,
"I'm sure he just needs his nap. He looks bad, it's true, but he
told me last night those facial bruises don't hurt him in the least.
He'll be all right."
Suzanne had both her tits exposed and held
up by a black frame underneath them. Susan was so delighted by the tempting
sight of Suzanne's milky white skin contrasted by the black fabric that
she reached up and pulled her friend down to where she was sitting so
she could suckle on a nipple.
But Suzanne wasn't in the mood. She pushed
herself away and said with determination, "No. It's not all right.
This boy needs serious medical help. I know just what he needs. I'll
be back soon." She also was quite tired (Xania had left only a
short time before Alan's school ended and then she and Susan waited
around for him instead of napping themselves), but nonetheless she left
the house without saying any more, leaving Susan quite puzzled.
Alan took a long nap. When he woke up he
looked at the clock by his bed and groaned. "Five thirty already
and I haven't done a single bloody thing. Ugh." Before long
it'll be dinner. I might not start my homework until eight, the way
things are going. No. I'm going to open the books right now. Screw saying
hello or even taking a shower. Saying hello around here is an extremely
time consuming activity lately!
He diligently did his homework for over
an hour. He didn't even turn his light on when it got dark but just
worked by the light of his computer screen, because he didn't want the
others to know he was up.
Finally, just short of seven, Susan knocked
on his door. "Tiger? Are you up? It's almost dinner time."
She giggled like a young teen, and corrected herself, "Or, should
I say, are you awake?"
"Yeah. I'm awake. Actually, I've been
awake for a while and working on my homework. I've actually managed
to get something done. But I'm not 'up.'"
Susan spoke from the other side of the
door. "Oh." There was a long pause while the gears in her
brain turned. "Good. Tiger, do you know what I'm thinking? I'm
thinking it's probably been hours and hours since you last unloaded
one of your big, healthy sperm loads into anyone. You haven't even asked
for any stealth stroking help and I absolutely hate it when you're flaccid.
Do you think you want to, uh, take a load off before dinner?"
Alan laughed, both from her "take
a load off" play on words and her endless enthusiasm. "Thanks,
Mom. I guess three hours is technically 'hours and hours' but really,
I'm fine. I don't think I could get it up again if I wanted to. I'm
just going to go take a shower and freshen up for dinner."
"Okay. Whatever you like. See ya."
She tried to sound carefree, but she was quite disappointed.
Alan took his shower and then wandered
downstairs in his bathrobe to see what was cooking and finally properly
say hello. He felt a bit bad for blowing off Susan and Suzanne before
his nap. But to his surprise, no one was there, and there wasn't any
sign of food. He went back upstairs and, hearing voices from within
his mother's room, opened the door.
He was greeted with a very pleasant surprise.
Susan and Suzanne were both sitting on Susan's big bed, talking. But
what surprised him was what they were wearing. They both had nurses'
uniforms on. They both looked exactly like nurses, with matching pink
uniforms complete with the pillbox-styled hats some nurses wear. Susan
even wore a Red Cross armband. The only false notes were the high heels
and short lengths of their skirts, especially Susan's.
"It's about time you found us,"
Suzanne said testily, but there was a happy smile on her face. "Look,
Susan, it's our favorite patient. Come over here, Sweetie, and let us
diagnose you. Don't say no either. I made a special trip to the sex
store just to get these costumes." What she didn't mention was
that she also stopped by Akami's office and picked up a prescription
for some Reglan to help Susan start her lactation, then went and filled
it out at a pharmacy. She also bought a breast pump. They wanted to
keep Susan's lactation a surprise for Alan.
Alan felt his body responding to the outfits
before he could even answer. "Don't worry! How could I say no to
that? Jesus. You two are really too much. Is it love or lust that makes
you two so constantly helpful with my erections?"
Susan replied, "Tiger, you know it's
both. Anyway, I don't see much of a difference - isn't lust just a
way to show and share love? Now, what are you hiding underneath your
robe there? A couple of telephone books? Bring yourself over here so
us nurses can properly diagnose you."
Alan opened
his robe, exposing his painfully hard erection, and walked on over to
where they sat on the edge of the bed. But rather than stopping, he
kept walking up to Suzanne until his penis brushed up against her right
breast. Then he rubbed her nipple in small circles with the end of his
penis.
This caused no end of delight for both
Susan and Suzanne. Susan yelped with joy, "Look, Suzanne! I think
we've just discovered a new and improved way for Alan to get our attention!"
Suzanne wore a huge smile, but she played
it coy. "Hmm, I wonder what you're talking about. But on a totally
unrelated topic, I detect a certain swelling between his legs. What
do you think, Nurse Susan?"
Susan reached for his penis and began jacking
him off. She snickered, "'Totally unrelated.' I like that. But
you're right. Definitely a swelling I'm feeling here. Maybe it's a bruise
from the fight the other day. Tiger, did the big bullies hit you in
the nuts?"
"As a matter of fact, they did."
He grinned and continued to use his hand to direct his penis over Suzanne's
tit, even while Susan stroked it.
Suzanne said, "Susan, I mean Nurse
Susan, you're so perceptive." She also put her hand on his penis
(pushing Alan's hand out of the way), and the two mothers began to share
stroking duties. "But I'm worried about a fever. With all this
swelling, could he be getting a fever?"
"I think so, Nurse Suzanne. I don't
know about you, but I've been burning up in here ever since he came
in! His skin is hot to the touch. Why don't you take over swelling inspection
duties while I try to cool off?"
"Mmm. Good idea. Maybe I'll take his
temperature while you do that. They say the oral technique gives excellent
readings, though there's something to be said for anal."
Alan could see what was coming, and lay
down on the bed so both of them could get better penis access.
Suzanne bent over and gobbled up his penis,
and began an expert cocksucking job. Meanwhile, she reached underneath
him and stuck a finger up his ass.
Susan said,
"You know, I've heard that when it comes to medical advice, it's
always good to get a second opinion. So I'll take his temperature too,
and then we can compare." She leaned in and joined Suzanne with
an aggressive licking and sucking, while any spare hands they had jacked
him off.
After a minute or two, Suzanne asked, "So,
got a temperature reading yet?"
"Hot! Definitely hot! Feverish. How
about you?"
"Sizzling! I can feel the heat all
the way down in my pussy!"
"Oooh! Me too! Imagine feeling his
boiling hot sperm explode onto the back of your throat!"
Alan looked down at Susan and then back
at Suzanne. Although he saw little more than the backs of their heads,
bobbing up and down in his lap, he exclaimed, "You two are so fucking
sexy! How am I supposed to function like this?"
Susan, rubbed his arm soothingly, "Oooh.
Is it that bad? Nurse Suzanne, that swelling between his legs is so
bad that he can't even function. We'll have to find some kind of way
to get it to go down. I could take his temperature all day long, but
it only seems to make his swelling harder. Do you have any ideas?"
Suzanne stopped her bobbing and pulled
her head up from his lap. "Oh, I have some ideas, all right. I
haven't gotten my daily fucking from Alan today, and this is probably
my only chance." She leaned into Alan for a kiss before conspiratorially
saying, "Luckily, Susan has already given me permission to take
your load."
Susan took advantage of Suzanne's talking
and dove down into his crotch before Suzanne got much past "oh."
Susan did give Suzanne that permission, but she wanted to at least "warm
him up" with some serious cocksucking.
In the face of all this stimulation, Alan
managed to say, "That was nice of her."
"Well, it's really for her benefit
this time. You see, Sweetie, we all know that the big day for you and
her could come as soon as tomorrow. We need to have her fully prepared
to have the ultimate fuck, so right now I'm going to give you some tips
and teach you some techniques on how to fuck her completely senseless."
She continued to saw her finger into his ass with one hand.
Susan listened in and thought as she sucked,
Yes! "Fuck her completely senseless!" That's what my Tiger's
going to do to me, fuck me senseless! Suzanne is so amazing, giving
away her best secrets just for me like this. Wow. And it's been so long,
so very, very long since I've last felt the comforting taste of my son's
magnificent cock between my lips! Mmmm! Cummy goodness coming soon!
I feel so secure and intimate and loved whenever I'm like this: tits
swinging free, pussy wet, and mouth filled with sweet cock! I could
just LIVE with his fuck rod in my mouth, if he'd only let me. And then
when I get a refreshing drink from his semen fountain, it makes me...
Oh no! I told Suzanne that she could have his load, didn't I? Darn.
Well, accidents do happen. Maybe if I speed up my technique here...
Her tongue, lips, and fingers went into overdrive.
Between watching Suzanne undress, and the
finger up the anus, and Susan's tongue vacuuming his penis clean, all
Alan could manage to say was, "Tips?"
"Yes. Tips. Techniques. Nurse Susan,
please stop what you're doing there for a minute. I have a valuable
medical lesson to impart that will help mend the wounds of this battered
boy. You've got to remove your mouth, but you can keep your hands going."
Susan reluctantly
pulled back. "Yes, Nurse Suzanne." She savored the little
amount of pre-cum that she could. While changing positions, Susan took
advantage of the chance to undress. First she took off her miniskirt,
but the top of her uniform was designed in such a way that she could
unzip flaps and expose her tits while keeping the rest of her top on,
so she opened the flaps. She also kept her hat and armband on, to keep
the nurse look.
Suzanne reached in with her free hand and
held the top of his penis while Susan jacked off the lower half. "Now,
Nurse Susan, pay attention here. I haven't been as good to you lately
as I should have been. I'll admit some jealousy and wanting to hold
you and your son back from fucking your tasty cunt. But here's one way
I'm going to make it up to you. Instead of just jacking him off in any
old herky-jerky way, let's get medical. I've studied this stuff."
All hands left Alan's groin and there was
a pause to prevent him from cumming. Then Susan and Suzanne leaned in
close to his penis. Both of them felt their heads drawn to his penis
as if a powerful magnetic force was pulling them down and compelling
them to suck his penis. It took them some moments to get used to being
so close without going wild all over him.
Finally, Suzanne said, a touch breathlessly,
"Now, put your pointing finger here." Susan felt a great flood
of relief at being able to touch her object of adoration. "This
is the meatus. It's the opening of the urethra. As you know, it's where
his piss and delicious cum come out. It's a sensitive spot. Keep rubbing
the tip of your finger right on top of it, in little circles."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now, we come to the G-spot of
the male, which is just under the crown of the penis head, here on the
back side. It's called the frenulum, and its simply chock-a-block with
nerves, so you know that'll make him feel great. There's a groove there
called the sulcus, and it's good to stimulate that too. Keep going in
that general area with your thumb and middle finger."
Susan followed her instructions, while
her pointing finger kept working on his meatus.
"Good, Susan. Now, use your ring and
pinky finger to vibrate the urethra and shaft skin farther down his
erection. Like that. There you go. With one hand, you're hitting all
the key spots. Scrape with the nails on the underside if you can. That
leaves your other hand free to do all kinds of other things to please
him."
Suzanne turned to Alan and kissed him again
while Susan was fully absorbed with his penis. "How do you like
that, Sweetie?"
"Suzanne,
Susan, it's great. Wow." He looked down. The fingers on Susan's
hand were doing three separate things to his penis at once. Meanwhile,
Suzanne had one of her hands trapped underneath his buttocks, with her
middle finger penetrating his anus and stimulating his prostrate. Suzanne's
other hand appeared out of nowhere underneath Alan's balls, tickling
and teasing them.
Susan said, "Thanks a lot, Nurse Suzanne.
But what do I do with my other hand? I see we still haven't been able
to reduce the swelling."
"Ah. And our tongues haven't even
gotten warmed up, either. Why don't you stick your fingers in his mouth,
and play around in there like you're kissing tongues. Then lick his
nipple."
"What?" She'd never done either
thing before.
"Just do it. Trust me. The male nipple
is a very overlooked erogenous zone. Fingers in the mouth are great,
too. Sweetie, you need to keep our mouths stuffed better. If your penis
is otherwise temporarily occupied, like it is now, fill our cock-hungry
mouths with your fingers if you can. It's nearly as good."
So Alan did. To Suzanne's chagrin, he put
his fingers in Susan's mouth, and mother and son both finger fucked
each other's mouths while everything else was going on. But Alan did
manage to say after a while, "Can't go on much longer. Gonna explode!"
"STOP!" Suzanne shrieked. "Susan,
disengage! Disengage!"
Susan did so, but didn't see the need for
screaming. "Okay, already. Geez. What's the big deal?"
"If he cums now, what's gonna happen
to my daily fuck? I mean, he does have to do some homework. Can you
leave us be? I have an even better idea on how to reduce the swelling."
"Why? Can't I at least watch?"
a pouting and very disappointed Susan asked. She'd been hoping to get
him to cum while she could at least share in the eating of it.
"If you watch, it'll ruin the surprise."
Suzanne was avoiding Alan's touch like a hot potato until he signaled
he was ready for more.
"Oh. Drat. Okay. I guess I'll go check
on dinner. It's simmering in the oven, Tiger, so don't take too long.
When you fill Suzanne's hot cunt full of your thick and tasty seed,
think of your mother, okay?"
"Ugh! Don't talk like that, Mom, or
I'll never calm down."
"That's the point. We help each other
out around here." Susan smiled benignly at the whole scene and
left the room.
Suzanne turned to Alan, and as she did
he felt her lust hit him like a high powered searchlight suddenly blinding
him.
She cooed in her scratchy, sensual voice,
"Now Sweetie, let's see if I can't teach you a thing or two about
the value of endurance when FUCKING a desperate and hungry CUNT..."
CHAPTER 14
Alan and Suzanne stumbled down the stairs
together, leaning into each other, holding the other upright. They both
staggered into the kitchen as if dead drunk and wasted. Suzanne wore
a huge shit eating grin, positively radiating "just fucked!"
to the entire room. She slumped into a chair and Alan staggered into
the chair next to hers. Both of them had glazed over and glassy eyes.
Susan rushed over to them and eagerly asked,
"Well? Don't just sit there, you two! Tiger, what did she teach
you?"
Alan and Suzanne looked at each other,
exchanging bemused smiles at Susan's boundless sexual enthusiasm. Then
he turned to Susan. "Mom, it's supposed to be a secret. If I tell
you now, what kind of secret is that?"
"But can't you give me a hint? Just
a hint?" She was just like a little kid begging to open a present
before Christmas day.
"Sorry, Mom. Well, here's one thing.
It wasn't just one thing she taught me, it was quite a few things. Little
things to make you enjoy yourself that much more." He kissed her,
and she melted in his arms. Alan couldn't help but smile at the extent
of her undying love. "Now, how's the dinner coming?"
"Good. It's almost ready."
Suzanne smiled benevolently. "I hope
you still have some time before it's ready, because I have a nice, sweet
snack for you to eat."
Susan switched into full mothering mode.
"Now Suzanne, do I have to chide you like I chide my own children?
Everyone knows that you shouldn't eat sweets before dinner."
Suzanne was wearing a loose robe. She parted
her legs widely and dramatically dropped the robe, revealing a goopy
mess drooling from her pussy. It was a creamy cocktail of her own juices
mixed with Alan's. "Are you sure about that? Because here's that
snack I was talking about."
"Oh... my..." Susan froze for
a few more seconds, but then quickly fell to the floor on her knees.
She hungrily licked up the spillage smeared all around inside Suzanne's
crotch then fastened her mouth around her best friend's flowing pussy
and sucked Alan's cum straight from the source.
Suzanne held Susan's head in both her hands,
softly caressing Susan's hair while the horny mother eagerly gobbled
up and swallowed all of her son's tasty cum out of Suzanne's well fucked
and still throbbing pussy. "You see, Susan, I'm learning how to
be a little more sexually generous. You must have been sorely disappointed
at being shut out, but I hope this'll make it up to you."
Susan gave
an emphatic "Mmmm-hmmm!" while her tongue remained otherwise
occupied. Susan just couldn't get over how incredibly good Alan's cum
tasted when mixed with the flavor of Suzanne's pussy juice.
Neither Susan nor Suzanne was expecting
it, but Suzanne's weary and sore pussy got a surprise climax, thanks
to Susan's tireless efforts to get every last drop of Alan's load out
of Suzanne. Susan kept right on sucking, drinking down and savoring
Suzanne's orgasmic tribute to her efforts as though it were a fine wine.
Suzanne thought, This just proves my
new altruistic strategy is the right way to go. The more I give, the
more I receive.
Suzanne left not long afterwards. Dinner
passed relatively uneventfully, although Susan kept smiling at Alan
and acting like the cat that got the cream for a while. He used the
time to recover from the great fuck Suzanne had just put him through.
When dinner was over he went back upstairs
and got serious with his books. He avoided all offers for stealth stroking
help because it was work that required intense concentration. He had
to memorize all kinds of facts for three separate tests the next day.
He took occasional breaks to snack or hang
out, but he violated his no sex policy once that evening. On a break
from his studies at around ten o'clock, he went looking to hang out
with Amy and found her in the basement laundry room. She was there doing
a load of laundry.
"Hey Aims," he said casually,
then regarded her activity with mild curiosity. "What are you doing,
doing laundry at our house?"
"I like it so much better over here,
and I don't want to miss out on being around you, even for a minute.
Isn't it okay if I do my laundry here?"
"Sure. I was just wondering, that's
all. You and Suzanne have been over here so much lately it's like you
might as well get it over with and start eating and sleeping here too."
Her eyes lit up. "Oh, can we? Can
we, please? Gosh, that would be so great!" She put her hands together,
as if begging him.
"I wasn't putting that forth as a
suggestion, I was just trying to say you're here a lot. I'm sure your
dad would mind more than just a little if you and your mom never came
home."
"Oh." She pouted. "Oh well."
She went back to doing her laundry. Alan just stood there, admiring
her body as she bent over the washing machine.
"So, were you looking for me?"
she finally asked.
"Yeah. I was just taking a break and
wanted to just shoot the shit for a little while; see what you're up
to."
"M'kay. Let
me just finish starting this load. I need more clean clothes in a big
way. Look! I'm all out of bras." She was wearing a sleeveless cutoff
T-shirt and a short skirt. This was supposed to be unsexy clothing worn
during Alan's study session, but it was only unsexy in a relative sense
compared to what was usually worn lately. She took her shirt in her
hands and pulled it up over her tits. "You see? No bras left."
Alan knew that Amy explaining her supposed bra shortage was just an
excuse for her to expose herself, since she wasn't wearing any underwear
anyway.
"Oh, and look. I'm all out of panties
too!" She pulled her skirt up and rubbed her hand over her big,
fine ass.
She went on, "Oh no, Alan, whatever
am I going to do, if I run out of clean clothes? Tomorrow I might have
to go to school naked!" She was really hamming it up now, bending
farther forward, thrusting her tits out, and cupping a tit with a hand.
"When I'm done with this load, do you have a load to give me? You
don't have to wait - you can give me your load to do right now!"
Alan was really impressed at how sexy and
provocative Amy had learned to become in recent weeks. More than that,
he was just plain aroused. With a look of lust in his eyes, he dropped
his shorts, stepped out of them, and walked towards her. She stepped
up to the washing machine and bent over it at a perfect 90 degree angle.
Spreading her legs wide and pulling her pussy lips open with a hand,
she cried out, "Oh no, Alan, what are you doing? Are you going
to fuck me doggy style right on the washing machine? Please don't! It
seems so very ... improper!" Alan and Amy both snickered at this
joking reference to Susan's past futile protests.
Alan placed his hands on Amy's hips and
thrust his penis right into her fuck hole. She cried out, "Alan,
no! Please don't! Your studies! Remember your studies!" As he began
thrusting into her, he noticed she had a look of anguish on her face.
"No Alan, stop! What if someone hears? It's so wrong!"
She seemed so genuinely tortured that Alan
stopped and asked, "Is there something wrong, Aims? I thought you
wanted this?"
She turned her head around to look him
in the eye, and Alan saw she was all smiles. "Oh, I do!" she
said blissfully. "I was just pretending to mind, 'cos I thought
it might turn you on. You know, like you're raping me and stuff. I thought
that was a real turn on for guys."
Alan was really pleasantly surprised. "You're
some girlfriend! Cool. It may not be a turn on for all guys, but it
works for me, right now. Sorry about the interruption. Please carry
on."
He resumed his thrusting, and he watched
her face turn to agony and reluctance again. "Oh no, Alan, no!
Please don't do it! Stop fucking me so deep, and so hard! No, I can't
take it! So intense! You're hurting my tight little pussy! Please! I'm
going to call for help ... in a quiet voice ... in a few minutes ...
when you're done ... after the second time." They both laughed
at that.
Alan figured he'd
have a quickie, and then get back to studying. But Alan now had such
powers of endurance that he could hardly have a five minute quick fuck
if he wanted to. He took Amy on the washing machine for many minutes,
then they did it on the floor, then he turned her over, then she sat
on him - it just kept going and going at an intense pace. She continued
to cry out that she was being raped for much of that time. Luckily,
nobody else in the house could hear what was happening in the basement,
or they might have been fooled by her acting job and stepped in to stop
it. They finally finished after about twenty minutes, which was a relative
"quickie" for Alan.
Amy lay on the floor, completely wiped
out but satiated. "I'm so glad we did that! I was beginning to
think you weren't ever going to fuck me again. It's been days and days!
I know I'm not as good a fuck as Suzanne is, but could you please fuck
me more often?"
Alan felt bad. He thought to himself, If
Amy were my girlfriend and she was all I had, we'd be fucking like bunnies
every day. And it's so good. She's definitely right about having a "tight
little pussy." She's just soooo fucking tight! There are just too
many women I have to split myself between. How can I possibly keep up
with the demand? I'm only one guy! I mean, it's been how many days since
I last fucked her? Let's see...
He scanned his memory, and then said in
protest, "Hey! We fucked on Tuesday afternoon. That's not so bad."
She pointed out in a very serious tone,
"Yes, but that's more than 48 hours ago. If you count the first
24 hours as one day and the second as another, then it's been days and
days!" He thought she was dead serious, but then her face broke
and she giggled uncontrollably.
Alan laughed a little bit too. "Okay.
It's been 'day and day.' Technically. Very technically. I'm trying my
best. By the way, I've noticed your boobs seem bigger lately. Is it
just my imagination, or are you taller, too? Are you having a growth
spurt?"
"Oh yeah! Totally! I'm so happy you
noticed. I've grown an inch taller and my bust size grew an inch bigger
in just the last three weeks! Isn't it the most amazingest thing? Mine
are only two inches smaller than Mom's now. I do daily exercises to
encourage them to grow. I think all the sex helps, since this spurt
started around the same time. I'm going to overtake Susan and Suzanne
with the next growth spurt, just you wait and see! If we keep fucking
enough, who knows what I'll look like in a couple of months! Isn't that
cool?"
Alan knew the spurt must have been a coincidence
with the onset of all her sexual activity, but still his mind boggled
at the thought of Amy looking as stacked as Brenda, yet as tall as Suzanne.
He was happy about her growth spurt, but also worried about the impact.
Katherine in particular is not going to be happy about this. Now
Amy's more stacked than she is. Sis is really, really sensitive about
that whole breast size thing.
Alan was able to return after that to his
homework with no significant worries on his mind. His increasingly insatiable
sexual appetite was temporarily sated, which allowed him to focus on
his work better than before.
CHAPTER 15
Susan eventually came in to give him a
good night kiss before midnight that was actually just a relatively
tame French kiss, but then she didn't immediately leave.
"Tiger, there's something I need
to talk to you about." She shifted nervously. "It's about
boundaries. Well, my boundaries actually." She blushed and lowered
her gaze, unable to look her son in the eye as she worked up her courage.
Alan was caught completely unprepared for
this kind of behavior and topic. "Hunh?" he asked, somewhat
bewildered. Susan hadn't had 'boundary issues' since the therapy visit
to Xania's office. He thought, What kind of boundaries is she going
to put in place now? And just when we're ready to finally fuck, too.
Is this going to be another backslide to her prudish ways?!?
Susan plowed ahead before she could lose
her nerve. "I want you to violate my boundaries more often! From
now on, whenever you want to or need to really 'get my attention,' there's
one way that's the best way to do it. Push your penis all the way into
my ass and flex it around! Just like you did to me yesterday. Don't
tell me you're going to do it or ask for my permission, just bend me
over and stretch my asshole around your big, fat, hard, manly cockmeat
any time you feel like it. You know my ass is always ready for you now,
so there's no need for words whenever you stuff my butt with your humungous
prick."
Alan smiled but rolled his eyes in frustration
too. "Oh, is that all?"
She quickly corrected, "No, I mean,
I know you're only human. I'm not talking about a serious assfuck every
time, although that would be nice. It's just that nice feeling of fullness
back there is what I'm craving." She giggled and added, "For
starters. Of course, I'd love it even more if you want to give me an
excellent buggering, but I know you have limits. ... Wouldn't it be
great if you could surprise me with a fuck up the ass, then turn me
over and fuck my hungry cunt? Then, after you've filled those holes
to the brim so I'm leaking semen everywhere, you'd go for the hat trick
and deposit another load in my talking cunt. You know, my mouth. Wouldn't
that be nice if you could do that every time you see me? Oh, and then
you'd fuck my tits and leave a big load on my chest so I could rub it
around. And with the cum dripping off of my tits, plus another new load
on my face, the other three women could have such a tasty time cleaning
me up! And then the milk will start squirting..." She was staring
off into space, fantasizing, but snapped back to reality as it occurred
to her that she shouldn't be talking about her milking plans. "Oh.
Sorry. Did I get carried away there?"
"Just a bit." Alan rolled his
eyes again, though he was more amused by her enthusiasm than anything
else. "My talking cunt?" She's calling her mouth "my
talking cunt" and it goes by without mention? What's next? But
he was frustrated, too. It seemed that none his women truly understood
that he had limits, as none of them could fully fathom what he did with
his other women at other times of the day.
She continued forcefully, "Okay, let's
get back to the preferable attention getting greeting. This will henceforth
be the proper," and Alan couldn't miss the particular emphasis
she placed on that word, "way to 'get my attention' in the future
and I will expect you to do it properly at each and every opportunity
that presents itself, from now on. Do I make myself clear?"
"Uh… sure, I guess. I'll try. But
I may not always be up for it."
She gave him a heartwarming and very motherly
smile. "I know you'll do your best, Tiger."
"Mom, are you SURE that you want me
to fill your ass every single time that I-"
"Absolutely!"
"Then I'll work harder on, uh, violating
your boundaries, um, the way you ... want me to?" He was confused.
For one thing, he couldn't tell just how serious she was about this.
He also felt rather overwhelmed by her love and desire.
"Yes!" she breathed happily.
"Just violate me generally, in every way you can! Tiger, you make
your mommy so very happy!" She kissed him again on the cheek. Inside
she mentally shouted, I'm going to be his butt slut! I had the guts
to tell him my fantasy, and he's going to do it! Well, one of my fantasies.
Butt Slut is going to have to compete with my desires to be Tonsil Tickling
Tart and Vaginal Vixen, heh-heh! Not to mention my favorite, Milky Mooing
Mammary Mommy! I just can't get enough of him. Oh, Tiger!
Alan's head bobbed
as he watched her heaving chest swing and sway in every direction.
She winked at him, and reached out for
his penis. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Would you like
to paint my face white with your penis paintbrush? Mommy would be so
proud to wear your mark."
"Mom! I swear! You get me so aroused!
But really, we shouldn't. I made a solemn vow to have absolutely no
more hanky panky for the rest of the night. You're making it sooo hard
for me to keep that."
"I'm sorry. Your homework comes first.
Let's talk about something else before I get carried away again. ...
Oh! I know. I forgot to tell you, but Akami called a couple of times
today. I haven't really been answering the phone..." She recalled
her morning with Suzanne and Xania, and then how Suzanne managed to
squeeze in several hours of lactation inducing nipple sucking before
Alan got home and also while he was napping. She shook the thoughts
clear and tried to focus on the non-sexual things she had to say. "But
I heard her on the answering machine a while ago. She said she wanted
to talk to you about Dr. Fredrickson. There was something kind of funny
about her voice. I dunno. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Weird,
huh?"
"Yeah."
"Anyway, it wasn't like an emergency,
and she didn't really explain why she was calling at all, except that
she really wanted to speak to you. I imagine you can't call her back
tomorrow morning because you'll be in school, but I'm sure you'll figure
it out when you go in for your appointment tomorrow afternoon. Or actually,
already today, since it's past midnight by now. Goodnight, my lovable,
cuddly Tiger."
She gave him another hug and a kiss on
the lips and then went back to her bedroom.
Susan left Alan with a raging hard-on as
he thought about her strong desire for him to always fill her ass up.
She's so insatiable! She and Suzanne and Sis are all so demanding.
At least Amy is more willing to just go with the flow. Just wait until
I start fucking Mom's cunt too! I can't even begin to imagine her demands
once she gets to love that! Right now she doesn't even dare think about
that kind of fucking because it's too exciting, so she focuses on the
ass. I think basically she's going to want my penis in her one way or
another or otherwise touching her somehow every minute of the day that
I'm home!
Then again, I could think of worse and
crueler fates than this one, heh-heh.
Alan was left with his hard-on, but for
once he had no female help within easy reach trying to claim it (which
in and of itself was almost unheard of anymore). He could have called
for help from Katherine in her bedroom across the hall, but he knew
that if he did that he could forget getting any more homework done.
He had also resolved never to masturbate himself again, if at all humanly
possible. So he focused on math problems until his urgent erection finally
subsided.
About an hour
later, and well past one in the morning, he heard the sounds of Katherine
using the bathroom, which meant she was going to sleep after some serious
studying of her own. He waited until she was in bed with the lights
off, then came in and roused her. He was a bit surprised to see what
she looked like without a hair band and her hair in a mess. He actually
rather liked it. But he made no comment about that or anything else,
and simply gave her a tender goodnight kiss.
It was a lucky thing that he had this goodnight
kiss idea, because she was miffed. She was upset that he'd done nothing
with her all day and when he told her that he didn't want to "play"
now, either, she almost started to cry.
Alan repeatedly vowed how much he loved
her, and that put her back in a good mood. She admitted she was feeling
so peeved at his lack of attention that she deliberately hadn't come
into his room earlier to give him a goodnight kiss of her own. He was
struck by how emotionally distraught she could get by going all day
without him. But he knew that he hadn't been spending as much time with
her in the past for some days now. He made a mental vow to himself to
spend more time with her tomorrow.
He finally went to sleep around two in
morning, satisfied that he'd actually accomplished quite a lot. He looked
forward to the weekend and beyond, with the prospect of a hiking trip
and lots of sex next week, instead of the big pile of homework that
had bedeviled him all during this week.
As he lay in his bed, some of the things
Susan said in her goodnight kiss reverberated around his mind. That
was strange, what Mom said about Akami's phone call. It was especially
odd how she said that there was something funny, but that she couldn't
quite put her finger on it. That's exactly how I felt about my last
appointment; like Akami was sending off bad vibes. Almost like she was
afraid of something. And when Mom got back from her medical appointment
on Monday, she seemed very weird about that, too. She didn't want to
talk about it, like something odd had happened to her. ... Well, enough
of this mystery. It's been nagging at me for far too long. My confidence
has grown by leaps and bounds lately. I'm just going to walk into the
doctor's office tomorrow and get this all straightened out. There's
no need for pussyfooting around. I'm gonna take care of that and a lot
of things tomorrow. What with the weekend scouting trip finally coming
up, I've got so much to do before I finally go. I'd better get a good
night's rest.
NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, IBT, EBC,
LordALM, DD, DavyJones, Lucky KM, Jaydee, and Lee. An extra huge and
special thanks to IBT for extensive help. Not only did he proofread
read this part repeatedly, but he also came up with some great suggestions,
big and small.
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