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 rem