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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