CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 23)

It was a beautiful day. Susan Plummer was lying on a towel by her backyard pool beneath a clear blue sky, reveling in the joy of living. Her best friend Suzanne sat above her, rubbing suntan lotion into her back. They were nude, as usual.

Susan's son Alan had left the night before for a weekend hiking trip with the Boy Scouts. But before he left, his final words had completely shaken up the order of things in the Plummer household. The fallout was still sorting itself out a day later.

"You know, Suzanne," said his mother, "I'm so happy I could die. Aren't you?"

"Definitely. The question is, what happens now?"

"I'm glad you asked. Obviously, there are going to have to be some changes around here. Big changes. First of all, of course, my frisky Tiger is going to give me the thorough fucking I've been denying myself for so long. The very minute he gets back!"

"Finally!" Suzanne said emphatically. "You're way, way overdue."

"I know. I've been torturing him for so long, and he's been so good and patient. I'll have to make it up to him in a big way. Having him fuck me is just the start. That's just the first and most important thing. The next thing is that we have to throw what's left of my old rules and boundaries out the window."

"Now you're talking," Suzanne agreed.

"But everybody needs rules to live by, so we have to have some rules. We'll start from scratch. The new rules will be what Alan said before he left. We are all a family now. Now he has two mothers and two sisters to fuck, anywhere and everywhere he wants. It's gonna be heaven on Earth for him, but also for all of us. However, Suzanne, you have to realize that I still need to be the number one mother. I'm happy to consult with you and I want to consult with you, but I still have to have final say over what happens around here, is that understood? I need to have some control in my life. You're strong and a natural leader, but I'm not, so I need a kind of title of authority."

"It's understood," Suzanne answered. "I'm just honored to be part of the Plummer family, even if it's just in spirit."

"I have a feeling that eventually it will be more than just in spirit. If Alan marries Amy, then you'll legally become his mother, even if it's only mother-in-law. Then Amy will be both his wife AND his sister! Won't that be great? It gets me so excited and hot."

"Me too. I can't wait."

"You can't wait? God, I can't wait until Sunday night. I hope he's not all tired out from the hike, because he needs to fuck me in every room of the house before I'm gonna let him get any sleep. I get so hot just thinking about it! Just the idea practically makes me cum."

Suzanne replied with more vigorous rubbing instead of words. Her hands went up and down Susan's spine as she rubbed copious amounts of coconut-scented suntan oil into Susan's lightly tanned skin.

Susan happily "mmmmed" in response. "You ever think how similar suntan lotion looks and feels to Alan's thick and tasty cum?"

"Of course. I was imagining that this cream in my hands was his cum instead of the lotion even before you said that. My goal is to cover every single square inch of you in cum so thickly that there'll be smears of white everywhere. I'll probably end up using the whole bottle."

"Please do! That's so fucking hot! If only Alan could really put out that much cum. Let me do you, too. I wonder if some obscure company somewhere makes cum-scented suntan lotion."

"Probably. I'll look into it. Although I doubt they'd have Alan cum-scented lotion in stock."

Susan slurred in a voice unintentionally similar to a drooling Homer Simpson, "Alan flavor. Mmmm... so good."

The way Suzanne was doing it, the suntan lotion also doubled as an all over massage. Susan was so relaxed that she felt she'd melted into a puddle. After another minute or so, Susan recovered a bit and continued, "Anyway, dropping the rules is just the beginning. There's going to be big changes! For instance..."

"Wait a sec, Mom. If we're talking big changes, let's bring our two daughters in on this. I see they're up and about, scrounging around in the kitchen."

"'Two daughters!' I love that! And I love it when you call me 'Mom,' just like I love calling you 'Mother.' It makes me so hot." Everyone had agreed that the words "mom" or "mommy" could only be used to refer to Susan and "mother" could only be used for Suzanne, in order to avoid confusion.

Suzanne laughed. "Everything gets you hot these days, Susan. I swear, every third sentence from you today has been 'It makes me so hot.'"

"Well, I'm just so excited about getting royally fucked by Alan tomorrow night. But not everything gets me hot. Let me think. Hmm... Maybe asparagus," she joked. "I've always hated asparagus."

"I'll bet I could get you pretty hot just using sticks of asparagus," Suzanne suggested. As if to emphasize her point, she began "applying lotion" between Susan's legs. She pistoned her index finger in and out of Susan's dripping pussy, keeping her finger stiff as if it was a stalk of asparagus.

"I'll bet you could, too!" Susan said laughing. "Mmmm. Just like that. Put another asparagus stalk or two in there." She spread her legs to give Suzanne better pussy access and make sure that her plea to get fingered wouldn't go ignored. Suzanne didn't immediately respond with more fingers, frustrating Susan enough for her to roll over and bend over backwards. With her ass sticking straight up in the air and her knees around her breasts as she lay back on her head and shoulders, there could be no mistaking what Susan wanted.

Suzanne could hardly resist the feast of pussy practically shoved up into her face like that, and pushed two stiff "asparagus stalks" into Susan's needy hole. But she stopped momentarily to shout towards the house, "Katherine! Amy! Can you two come out here for a minute?"

Susan cooed as Suzanne fingered her, "Tell one of them to bring the breast pump." Susan laughed to herself, and said, "And, by the way, you should know that the very thought of a breast pump..."

"...makes me so hot," Susan and Suzanne both said at once, making them both laugh.

"But it's true!" Susan insisted once she'd stopped laughing. "It really does excite me terribly. I'm so close to lactating. You saw the drop of milk we squeezed out earlier. It's working! I'm going to be Alan's fuck cow. His moo toy. He's going to milk his mommy ALL day long..."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. She found Susan's sex cow fantasies a little odd and over the top. "I know, I know. But who needs a breast pump when you've got my mouth? All of our mouths, for that matter."

"But Suzanne. He's gonna be back in less than 36 hours, and I've got so far to go! I want to be gushing milk by tomorrow night! I want geysers of milky goodness to spurt from each tit and cover him in as much milk as he always covers me in cum! We need extreme measures!"

"Relax. You've already made so much progress in such a short..."

Suzanne was interrupted by Amy and Katherine, who came bouncing out to the pool with their usual youthful enthusiasm. The only clothes they wore were half bras to help keep their tits high and firm. All four females generally wore them at times like these when Alan wasn't around. But if any neighbor was lucky enough to look into the Plummer backyard, they would have seen four nude Playboy model-quality beauties.

"Hey Moms!" Amy said brightly, as she idly cupped one of Katherine's ass cheeks, giving it a playful squeeze. "What's up?"

Suzanne looked at her daughter and practically shrieked. "Holy Mother of God! Honey Pie! What happened to you?"

"What, Mom? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about your tits, daughter of mine. Is it just me, everybody, or does it look like Amy's growth spurt is increasing the size her bust by the hour? You look bigger in the chest than Susan and I do!"

Amy giggled. "Oh, that. No, that's just what happens to them with the push-up half-bras."

"Push-OUT, more like," Suzanne muttered. She thought, Amazing! So much has changed in the last twenty-four hours. I have half a mind to just up and do my own daughter with a strap-on, and now there's nothing stopping me from doing it! But all she said out loud was, "Darling, you look so deliciously fuckable."

Susan could see that Katherine, with her now comparatively smaller rack, was none too happy with this discussion, and quickly added, "So do you, Angel. Very fuck worthy. Why, I dare say you look even more fuckable than Amy does today. That half bra makes you look sooo busty too. We should wear those when Alan is here instead of when he's not. But it's your hard, tanned, trim, and toned body that really does it for me."

Suzanne belatedly saw the need to be diplomatic because of Katherine's boob issues and added, "Oh, definitely. Katherine, your muscle tone is second to none, compared to all of us softies. You look like you were born and bred to FUCK. In fact, both of you kids look TOO good. Susan, I hate to say it, but the younger generation is taking over."

Katherine blushed in response to the praise and forgot all about Amy's growing boobs. She knew she was easily the most tanned and toned of the group and she particularly loved the "born and bred to fuck" line. For one thing, she loved the word "breed" because it made her think of having Alan's babies. The mere thought of that now always got her hormones racing and her pussy wet, even though she knew he said he wasn't going to knock her up for a long time to come.

Amy was in fact having an almost freakishly big growth spurt these last couple of weeks, and most of the growth centered on her chest. She'd gone from a D cup to a double D already and was rapidly approaching an E cup that rivalled her mothers' racks. She claimed that she could make her boobs grow through sheer willpower, and had decided to make them bigger once the tit-loving Alan became her official boyfriend. Katherine knew this explanation was impossible and absurd, but nonetheless she frequently tried to will her tits to grow too. So far she'd had absolutely no success at all.

Amy strutted around, bending this way and that to proudly show off her impressive cleavage, and asked, "So what's shakin'?"

Suzanne pointed to the bottle of suntan lotion. "Well, aside from your tempting twin peaks, I was in the middle of covering Susan with that bottle of Alan's cum when I got an urgent request to insert some imaginary asparagus up her cunt." She temporarily pulled her soaked fingers out of Susan's pussy, held them up stiffly, and wiggled them around. "But that's not why I called you both out here. Susan was just talking about big changes, so I thought you two would want hear what she has to say. Where were you, Mom?"

Susan clarified from her awkward ass-up position, "I was just saying that we need new rules. Alan is the man of the house, but he still needs parenting. As we've talked about before, Suzanne and I can be a good cop, bad cop combo. But we'll need your help, too. The main thing is, we don't want him to get a big head."

Katherine joked, "Mom, you'd better watch your language there for double meanings. Big head? Maybe you mean he shouldn't get cocky. No, that's no good. He shouldn't have a stick up his butt? No, we all know what THAT starts us thinking about. Let's see. What exactly is the thrust of your point, so to speak? No, that's no good. We can't let him beat around the bush? No, that's dangerous. He shouldn't get stuck on..."

Suzanne interrupted, even as she giggled along with the rest, "All right, daughter. Very amusing. But Susan DID have a point."

Katherine joked some more, "Speaking of points, do you have any more of that asparagus?" She squatted down. She exclaimed as she looked down to her pussy, "I could use a stalk right about here!"

"Ooh! Looky, Sister!" Amy said while raising her hand. "Here's a stalk." She winked as she raised her index finger high while keeping the rest curled down.

"Well, Aims, get to it. I thought asparagus was for eating, but I like what our mothers are doing with it a lot better."

Amy sat down on the ground right next to the pool. She put her hand over her pussy and kept the index finger pointing straight up. Katherine then sat down and straddled Amy's lap, impaling herself on the finger. Once the two girls were settled, they turned (most of) their attention to Susan.

Susan resumed, "As I was saying, we have to be careful about inflating his ego too much. Now, I know that we're all aware of what a wonderful man he is. I also know that we've been saying all kinds of flattering things, and that some of us have even been calling him 'master.'" Susan crooked her head to look upside-down into Katherine's eyes as she said this. "It is true that he's the man of the house now, and effectively our sexual master in every way, shape, and form. But these little asparagus sticks, as nice as they are, just don't do enough for us - we all live to be violated by his massive cucumber. But I'd like to ask you to tone down the use of words like 'master' and 'slave' for the time being. He's got a lot to adjust to, so keep it cool until I say so, okay? We're his 'nymphos.' A nice, non-demeaning word."

Katherine was annoyed at this. As she lightly bounced up and down on Amy's finger, she pleaded, "What about 'fuck toy'? Can I pleeeaasse still use that? It means a lot to me."

"Well, okay. But only that. Might as well call a spade a spade. Just don't say 'slave.' ... Although, that would merely be calling a spade a spade too, since that's what we are. ... Ah. I'm too soft, Suzanne! You see my problem here?"

Suzanne chuckled. "That's all right. Let Katherine have a little fun, if she gets a kick out of 'fuck toy.' I think it's a good idea to drop the master and slave stuff though; that kind of bothers me still on several levels. But Katherine loves 'fuck toy' so much, and she's used it so much already. In any case, let's hear some more of your plans." Her "asparagus" fingers continued to piston in and out of Susan's pussy, but very slowly, so Susan could remain (mostly) coherent.

"Well, as you all know, I'm hell-bent on starting to lactate as soon as possible. Speaking of which, my breasts are tragically under-fondled at the moment. Hint, hint."

Amy and Katherine laughed, disengaged from each other, and scooted forward. Each one took one of Susan's nipples to suck on while they continued to listen to her.

"Mmmm. Much better. Thanks, kids. Another thing is beds. I'm going to get the biggest four-poster bed they can make, and put it in my bedroom. I'll special order a massive bed. Then we can have big tag-team orgies in it all the time. You won't see me trying to stop or slow down anyone from having sex any more. The only remaining rules are things I'm sure you know well. The only male any of us are allowed to do anything with is Alan. We have to cover up like the old days whenever we're outside the house. And any women we get involved with have to be shared with Alan first and foremost."

"Like Brenda," Suzanne said, bringing up an unresolved issue. Susan had found her ass-up position uncomfortable to maintain, and lay down flat on her back again to give better tit access to her daughters. But Suzanne still kept slowly teasing Susan's pussy by reaching a hand in between her relaxed and open thighs.

"Yes, Brenda. There's another big change. I've decided I'm going to take up her offer to be our house slave. And in her case, slave is definitely the right term to use. ... Not that it was a hard choice, but it takes some getting used to the idea. I'm really not the domineering type. Maybe I'm a submissive, even."

That was so such a statement of the obvious that Suzanne couldn't help but laugh, but she diplomatically covered it up by pretending to cough.

Susan was fooled by that trick and continued, "But who could say no to having such a willing, eager, and totally gorgeous slave? I'm going to make her do all the chores I hate to do. But I don't want her to be around much when Alan's home. Her body is just too much competition for me."

Suzanne chided, "Come on, Susan. Jealousy doesn't become you. Sure, she's got bigger tits, but you're more beautiful than her overall. You're a six foot tall Amazon goddess, while she's just a little doll. You tower over her. I don't think you have to worry about Brenda too much, as far as her stealing his affections. We hardly even know her, unless you count carnally knowing her. Whereas Alan has known and deeply loved you, me, Katherine, and Amy as far back as he can remember. She'll never be able to compete with that emotional depth. No one can. He'll go out and occasionally fuck this and that new woman I'm sure, but he'll always come back to the four of us."

Susan sighed. "I hope you're right. No, I take that back. I know you're right. Amy, are you listening?"

Amy was suckling on Susan's left nipple very slowly and tenderly. But Katherine was pressed up next to her, and since the suckling left both of her hands free, she was running them all over Amy's crotch under the lawn chair. Amy's face repeatedly twisted in pained ecstasy every time Katherine tweaked on her clit, making Susan wonder how much Amy was taking in. But the buxom teen mumbled into Susan's nipple, "Yeah. Shomethin' abo' Bredda."

"Well, Brenda, yeah. I'm not worried about Brenda or anything or anyone else anymore. But it's more than that. I'm fully comfortable with everything now. I'm so glad I've been able to take my time and work through all my feelings before getting fucked. Now I can do it without any guilt or ... worries and ... enjoy it to the, oh, ah ... fullest!"

"You're so lucky." Suzanne asked, "How many mothers get to experience the joy that you do?"

Susan didn't answer at first, but merely let out a "mmmm" of pure pleasure.

Suzanne stopped playing with Susan's pussy lips to prevent Susan from becoming too aroused to continue talking. What Katherine and Amy were doing to her tits was more than enough stimulation for her, and kept her right on the edge of a wonderful climax. "Susan? How many mothers...? Joy and all that? Did you hear my question Hel-LOOO? Earth to Susan..."

Suzanne snapped her fingers to get everyone's attention, When that didn't work, she stared down Amy and Katherine until they stopped suckling on Susan and playing with each other. Amy was particularly disappointed, as she was within a hair's breadth of having a really great climax.

Slowly, Susan came to. "Uh, yeah. ... Oh yeah. I know exactly what you mean. Joy... Naughty mothers..." Her dreamy gaze faded and she grew a bit more lucid again. "My guess is not enough mothers know this joy. Far too few. We're so lucky. Friends, family, and lovers are all the same people now, and each aspect of the relationship makes the other parts deeper. But there still are a few loose ends to tie up. For starters, everyone's in agreement that I should divorce Ron. I want that to happen sooner rather than later. But is that timing wise?"

Suzanne reassuringly stroked her friend's clitoris the way most friends would pat another friend on the back. "Let's not go into that now, my fellow mother. I'm on top of that."

CHAPTER 2

While no one wanted to ruin the sexy mood with talk about Ron, Amy very much did want to talk about her father, now that the mention of Ron reminded her of him. "Mom, what about Dad? I mean Eric, my dad. What's going to happen to him? I mean, it's weird. You and I practically live here, now. And I hate to say this, because it's really mean, but..."

Suzanne completed Amy's thought. "You're not all that fond of your father."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, exactly. I mean, that sounds mean. He's my dad and all, and I should love him, and I DO, but..."

Again Suzanne elaborated, "But he's never there for you. He hasn't been for years. He's been married to money for ages, now. His company is his family. It's almost as if someone were to ask him about his kids, he'd have to stop and try to remember how many he had and what their names are. No, Amy, don't feel bad. He's been lost to us for years, now. It's just a matter of... your... of our..."

Surprisingly, Amy interrupted, anticipating Suzanne's next thought. "Brad. I love my brother. I mean, he is a bit weird, but then so am I. He'd be totally bummed if the family split up." She put her hand on her chin and pondered. Thanks to the weighty topic, all four females remained disengaged from each other.

"'Bummed' is an understatement, Honey Pie. Yeah, that's the problem. Brad. What to do about him. He's an innocent bystander in all of this. In fact, I've done him wrong. I haven't been there for him these past couple of months. Heck, years. It really hurts me to think that I could be failing him as a mother and even hurting him."

Susan noted, "But not enough to spend more time with him. You could turn that around any time, you know."

"I know." Suzanne sighed heavily. "But what would we say to each other? We have nothing in common any more. Plus, the lure of this house is far too strong. It's like a drug. Literally! The scent of sex in the air here hooks me just like a drug, and whenever I'm here I feel so free, so high, so happy. Liberated! Loved. Brad's off in his own world, now. I feel like I've lost him."

The subject of including Brad in their sexual world had come up before and been rejected. The idea of involving him in their incestuous fun wasn't even considered any more, because their Friday pact with Alan expressly stated they would touch no other man. They all remained lost in thought for some moments. The only sound was Katherine's pussy juices squishing around as she idly bent one of her legs forward and back.

After a long pause, Amy said, "I know what you mean, Mom. I love my brother, but he's kinda so distant lately. I can't get into his stuff, like football, cars, and fishing, like, at all! And he can't get into my stuff: art, cheerleading, dolphins, nudity..."

Katherine humorously completed Amy's list: "getting fucked by Alan, getting tit-fucked by Alan, sucking Alan's cock all day long, bending your sweet ass over so Alan can fuck it..."

"Oh yeah," Amy agreed, as she started to rub her own ass cheeks. "You totally know my favorite, super special hobbies! Hey Sis, tell me more about what it's like to get your ass fucked by our brother's raging butt-stuffer. Tell us all again how he took your anal cherry!"

The group was extremely easily distracted by any sexual thought or action, but Suzanne played the responsible one and completely ignored Amy's last comments to keep the conversation on topic. "Obviously, I have to divorce Eric. The only man for me is Alan. Hell, I don't even kiss my 'husband' any more. But should I divorce him now, or wait until Brad has graduated from high school? That's my big dilemma."

"That's only six months or so away if you wait," Susan pointed out. "That wouldn't be so bad."

"No, it's not so bad, in theory. But in reality I don't know how much longer I can stand it. Amy and I should move in here right away. Otherwise, it's going to drive me crazy, sleeping in the same bedroom with Eric - although thank God we're not in the same bed - while knowing that the man I love is over here sleeping with you, Susan, and you, Katherine. Or more to the point, NOT sleeping with you while he's sharing your beds, fucking you all night long with that rampant, ever ready, penis of his. But lucky me, I get Eric's snorning instead.

"But the worst thing is the danger. We should move away from here as soon as we can. What if Brad or Eric were to stumble upon us one day? It's so easy just to walk over here and wander in though the side gate between our houses. Even as we speak, one of them could come home unexpectedly and peek through Amy's window to see if we're over here. And what would they see? All four of us naked and the two teens sucking on Susan's boobs! That would raise some eyebrows, to say the least. Jesus!"

"But we'd hear the car come up first," Amy pointed out, still ever so slightly massaging her own tingly ass. "I'm always totally listening for the car."

"Yeah, but in six months there's bound to be at least one unlucky break. Amy, maybe I should divorce him now and you and I can find a place of our own. We have to protect our new family."

"No," Amy answered. "That could be worse. I mean, in the movies, people hire private detectives and stuff during messy divorces. It would be even more dangerous to do that than to keep going. He might even think you're divorcing him because you have a thing for Susan, and get all snoopy about that. Or maybe he'd think and wonder about other reasons why you're over here, like, 24-7." Amy had obviously given these issues a lot of thought, which Suzanne found somewhat surprising.

"You're right. I've lost my analytical and scheming edge lately. My cunt seems to do all my thinking for me. Damn. He could do that even if I don't bring up a divorce. I really should put in more face time at home, and especially be with Brad some more, but it's just so hard to stay away. I'm such a bad mother."

Susan consoled her friend, "No, you're not. It's just fate has it that your children are more Amy, Katherine, and Alan than they are Brad. Brad was the one who withdrew from you, long before all this sexual stuff started. You've been complaining about how he's been lost to you for at least a solid two years now. Anyway, we should really hear from Alan on the divorce idea. He is the man of the house now, after all."

Suzanne sighed again, but more of a fond sigh, as she thought of Alan. "You're right. My Sweetie is more of a mature man than my husband ever was, even though he's still in high school. You know what it's like? It's like he's a husband to all of us, and we're all his dutiful wives."

"His wives and mothers and nympho sex slaves, all in one," Susan corrected. "Or sisters, for Amy and Angel. Oh, and pretend I didn't say 'slave.' I can't even follow my own rules. But you're right. I feel like he's my husband. Oh God, that makes me so hot. That, and your fingers."

Suzanne had gotten so excited by the thought of being Alan's wife that she couldn't help herself and pushed a finger up Susan's still sopping pussy again.

"Can you just imagine? I'm getting divorced now. What if Alan wants to marry me? Fuck, that's a turn on. Marrying his own mother! I could wear white and he could fuck me in my wedding dress!"

"God, that makes me so hot!" Katherine shouted. She immediately dove back into Susan's chest and rubbed her face all over her mother's ample bosom. Then she resumed sucking with a fervor. Amy waited till the other nipple was free and then dove in, too.

"Like mother, like daughter," Suzanne chuckled, amused that Katherine unwittingly used Susan's new catchphrase. But she answered truthfully, "You're totally turning me on, except that I'm imagining him marrying ME instead!" The mothers both laughed while the daughters sucked. "And why not?" Suzanne added, a bit more seriously. "Once I get a divorce, my Sweetie and I could get married and we wouldn't even have to keep it a secret."

Katherine and Amy pulled away from Susan's massive mammaries and spoke at once. "Hey!" Then they said in tandem, "He's going to marry ME instead!" Looking at each other, they laughed that they'd said the exact same thing as one.

Amy cried "Jinx!" and then they started tickling each other. Their heads repeatedly bounced into Susan's pillowy boobs as they joshed around.

Suzanne spoke to Susan, since she was the only one now paying attention. "I know he isn't going to marry someone so much older when there's so much tasty younger meat for him, especially these two, but it's a great fantasy anyway. But let's not just imagine. Instead of sitting here feeling horny, why don't we dig out our wedding dresses, and do some strap-on dildo action?"

Susan put her hands on the heads of her two daughters, stilling them a bit. "Oh, you know I'd love to, but I feel obliged to refrain from anything sexual today. I think we all should. You hear that, girls?" Her hands on each of their heads gently tapped them to better get their attention. "Remember how we said last night that we'd take it easy while he was gone? I think at least one sex free day would do us all some good. For me it'll be the first time in ... well, I don't know how long. But a long time."

Amy moaned, "Awww. Party pooper. I've been on the verge of like a really, really, REALLY great climax for like ten minutes already." She and Katherine stopped their tickle attacks on each other. They turned their attention back to Susan's tits and began licking, hoping to talk Susan out of this new "no orgasms" idea with some skilled tandem nipple stimulation.

Suzanne smiled wryly. "Meet the new Susan, same as the old Susan. Always stopping us from having sex. But I'll go along with you on this one, and we all should. Especially Susan. My dear friend, think how horny you'll be by Sunday night. Going two days without an orgasm for you will be like going two years without for most normal people."

"God willing, it'll be Sunday night," Susan pointed out. "But he could be tired out, or even sick. Or hurt! Oh dear. I worry about him so. What if I have to wait until Monday? Or even later?!? I pray not. But I'll definitely abstain until he's ready." She cried out loud with glee, nearly orgasmically, "My next orgasm is going to be with my son's magnificent penis thrust so very deep inside me!"

After a few more licks, Amy reluctantly said, "M'kay. No more orgasms. After I have this one. I'm so close to bursting! Katherine, will you go down on me?"

"Now, girls," Susan chided. "Think of Alan. He's out there right now on some lonely, windswept island. Those Channel Islands don't even have trees. He's going to have to go the WHOLE DAY without a single fuck! Not even a single hand job! There isn't a single woman on the island to even flash her bouncy tits or show him a beaver shot, for God's sake. The way he must be suffering, with his balls building up with such a huge load of cum until they're ready to burst and no one to help out... It's almost more than I can bear to think about! If he can endure that kind of hardship, so can we. Are we in this together, or not?"

"Mmmmm'kaaaayyyy..." Amy agreed reluctantly. "No more lactation help for you then, at least not till I can take a cold shower. Grr." That gave her an idea. Mumbling, "Actually," she stood up, took off her wire half-bra, and dove into the pool.

Katherine showed no sign of talking, but just kept on suckling on her mother's nipple while watching Amy swim.

Finally, Susan asked, "What about you, Angel? Are you with us on this one?"

Katherine finally pulled off. "Of course, Mom. My sole sexual purpose is to love and serve my brother. That's what fuck toys do." She bent forward to resume sucking, but then pulled back. "But Amy is right that we should stop for now. Or both you and I are going to break our vows as soon as we've made them. ... Hey Mom? I know you're gonna want Sunday night all alone with Brother, right?"

"Yes," Susan replied dreamily. "Him. Me. The bed. All alone. Candlelight. Soft music. Incense. Making slow but insistent, deep, overflowing love..."

Katherine lazily traced shapes on her mother's tits while she imagined the scene. "Mom, it'll definitely be special, but I was thinking. What are the rest of us going to do? Are we going to just sit and twiddle our thumbs in another room? I mean, WE'RE going to be all worked up, too! It's going to be cruel waiting. You get him all evening while we're still going to have to wait a whole 'nother day. And it's been days of deprivation already!"

"Hmm. I never thought about that. I'm sorry, Angel."

"Yeah, but I was thinking. What if we record the whole thing? Isn't it something you'd want taped for posterity? Ten years from now, you're going to want to look back and fondly relive your first fuck with him. I'm thinking we can set up video cameras all over the house, and record all kinds of stuff! Wouldn't that be great?"

"It would," Susan replied hesitantly. "But it is kind of unethical..." She turned to Suzanne for guidance. "What do you think, Mother?"

Suzanne had moved away from the others to get out of the bright sun and protect her pale skin. She seemed to be frowning and staring off into space, and didn't give a quick reply. In fact, she wanted to show her disdain for Katherine's comment, "My sole sexual purpose is to love and serve my brother. That's what fuck toys do."

Suzanne thought that went too far. But the others didn't pay enough attention to her to notice her mood, and even Suzanne found her attention drifting to the tempting sight of her daughter Amy swimming laps in the pool.

So Katherine continued, "Mom, just think about Alan taking a shower. Imagine that you can't be in there with him, but you can watch the shower any time you want. Imagine him covering his cock with soapy suds, stroking it over and over with his hands. But then, wait! Who's that walking into the picture? That's me! We can't allow him to do that to himself when there are soft, feminine hands always at the ready. Not to mention, hands are never enough when there's eager lips and tongues! Before long, he's fucking my face, and you can get off watching it, live, even while you're getting dressed up in your bedroom!"

"But wait! Who's that?" Katherine paused for dramatic effect. "Is there someone else walking into the picture? Why, yes. ... It's you, Mom! You got so excited in your room watching that yummy fuck stick getting ready to splooge all over your daughter's face that you want a piece of that load for yourself! So you come on over and join. Together we show Alan how his cock needs to be treated. We're a mother daughter cocksucking team! Then, instead of explaining to Suzanne later what you did and masturbating over it like you always do, you two can watch the video!"

"Wow. You sold me," Susan answered, her eyes glazed over with lust.

Katherine was really getting into her fantasy. She sat up on her haunches and spoke as if she was really in the middle of getting her face fucked. She looked around and saw Susan's breasts heaving, Amy was bouncing up and down excitedly as she frigged herself in the shallows of the pool, and Suzanne watched everyone else with thinly veiled amusement. Life was very good.

Katherine returned to lightly stroking Susan's breasts, while her own swayed all over in their size-enhancing half-bra cups. She assumed the tits she held were her mother's most sexually vulnerable spots, and knew the stroking would help seal the decision.

"But wait. There's more. There's one special place we all know Alan's cock belongs. Your cunt! Our mutual sucking and licking has turned him into a wild man! He throws you against the shower wall, and with water pouring all over you, he invades your cunt with his mommy-loving monster tool! Wham! Wham! Wham! He's fucking you into the wall!"

Susan's body twitched violently with each "wham" that came out of her daughter's mouth.

Katherine sped up her description, growing more excited every moment. She bounced up and down on her heels as if she was the one getting fucked. "You're helpless! We all are! There's nothing you can do except experience the fucking of your life! He tosses you around like a rag doll with each powerful, cum-filled thrust! His penis head is going to explode with life-giving seed at any second! He's gonna drown you in healthy, life-giving sperm! It's all so hot that I can't just stand by and watch, and I have to attack your lips with kisses, and maul your tits like I'm gonna tear 'em off! I squeeze 'em so hard that milk is squirting everywhere, covering Alan in your white and creamy love! But he's gonna fill you up even more with his own thick white cum!"

Susan's only response was a series of little happy squeaks that arrived faster and faster.

Suzanne felt obliged to walk over and tapped Katherine on the shoulder, distracting her. She made a frown that indicated Katherine should cut off her story before Susan climaxed. Then she retreated ten feet back to her spot below a tree, slightly annoyed that she had to play orgasm police.

Katherine's voice had been getting increasingly ragged, but she calmed herself down a bit. She had Susan right on the edge. But she looked at Suzanne's stern face, turned back to Susan, and calmly asked, "So. Wouldn't you like to capture all of that on video?"

"Yes! Yes! More!" Susan screamed. "Somebody get the strap-on!"

But again Suzanne rained on the parade, much to her own annoyance. She waved her hand in the air and snapped her fingers to get Susan's attention. "No. No orgasms until our Sweetie gets back home, remember? That was your idea."

"Wha...? Oh. Yeah? Damn." She just panted for a while until her close call with ecstasy passed. "Fuck, Angel. That was good. You know all my buttons. Bottom line is, a big thumbs up on the video recording idea!" She thrust both of her thumbs up into the air to show how enthusiastically she approved, even as her chest heaved while she panted for air. "Is everyone else with me?"

The others all thrust their thumbs up, too. Even Amy gave a thumbs up from the middle of the swimming pool. There was happy laughter all around.

Once Susan was fully off of her sexual high, she said, "Suzanne, thanks for saving me from breaking my abstinence vow. What a great friend. Where would I be without you?"

Suzanne thought to herself, Where indeed? You certainly wouldn't be having sex with your son, and none of this would have happened if it wasn't for me. But that's a secret I'll never be able to tell. And yet I worry about these three. Why do I always have to be the one to be the responsible one and keep their excesses in check? I wish I could be the one to cut loose and have someone else catch me, just for once.

Suzanne realized that bringing up the idea of mutual help would actually be a good response to Susan's question. "No problem, but please do the same for me. I have my weak moments, too. We can be strong for each other and police each other, but we also have to police and discipline ourselves, too. And that goes for you two as well, my daughters."

"M'kay!" Amy easily agreed as she splashed around in the water.

Katherine asked, "Life is going to be so much fun, don't you think, Mom? Even more than before."

"Yes."

"I wonder what Alan's doing right now," Amy said out of the blue. She swam to the side of the pool closest to Susan and looked up at her with worry.

"I'm sure he's doing fine," Susan said reassuringly.

"I hope so," Amy replied uncertainly. "He's probably worrying a lot about what's going to happen with Glory on Monday, though." Then she brightened. "I hope he found my picture in his bag and liked it!"

Katherine laughed. "Aims, you only told us that a thousand times today already!"

Susan laughed too, because it was true. Amy had put a picture she drew of herself in his backpack, and was dying of curiosity to find out if he'd found it. And certainly Alan had Glory on his mind, though no one wanted to bring up that delicate topic at the moment.

Susan went on, "Now, here's a plan. I'm going to take a dip in the pool to cool my libido a bit. But then, what can I do to get you two kids to suckle on my nipples some more?"

CHAPTER 3

Glory was sitting and moping in her apartment late in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. She opened her front door, and there stood an unfamiliar yet extremely attractive woman at the door, looking a bit lost. She couldn't understand at first what a near supermodel would be doing at the door of her modest third floor apartment unit.

"Hello. Who are you? Wait a minute, I recognize you. You're the mother of Amy and Brad Pestridge. ... And Alan's..." Glory's voice trailed off.

Suzanne finished the thought. "Alan's lover. Yes. Well, one of them. Hi. The name's Suzanne." She held out her hand.

The mention that Alan had multiple lovers made Glory wince, but she shook Suzanne's hand anyway. "Right. Suzanne. Alan's told me a lot about you."

"And I know all about you, too. It's nice to formally meet you after all this time."

"Yes, likewise." Glory paused to check out her visitor.

Suzanne wore a fancy red business suit in an attempt to look unassuming and responsible. However, her attempts to appear unsexy were a complete failure; she simply couldn't look unsexy (in or out of clothes) if she tried. For one thing, she didn't have anything in her wardrobe that didn't make her look fantastic. The clothes she'd chosen for this visit were remarkably tight, and she couldn't even think about wearing it without wearing dark red pumps as well.

When she'd finished sizing up her competition, Glory asked, "What's this all about? How did you even find out where I live?"

"You're the only Gloria Rhymer in the phone book. Look. I know about what happened to you and Alan yesterday and I thought that you might want to talk about it. You know - your big disagreement with him. There are some things I'd like to tell you that you might find interesting. Perhaps we could go get a cup of coffee or something?"

Glory was in pretty bad shape. She'd been crying on and off for the last twenty-four hours and hadn't gotten much sleep either. She wore baggy sweatpants and generally looked like she was recovering from a bad hangover. If she was going to talk with anyone, she wanted to do it elsewhere because her extremely modest apartment was a complete mess at the moment.

Suzanne waited patiently while Glory got presentable.

Glory was flummoxed. Not only did she know that she looked like hell, but she was awed by Suzanne's beauty. Even though, rationally, she'd decided to break up with Alan, she felt more than a little jealous about Suzanne, and pegged her on the spot as her main competition for Alan's affections. Her strong competitive streak came out, and she tried to dress in the most sexy yet casual clothing she could quickly throw on. She wore a deep blue, skin-tight top that showed off a lot of cleavage, and green shorts. She surprised herself by not even wearing a bra.

When she came back to the door to leave with Suzanne, she ostentatiously yawned and stretched. It was like she was throwing down a gauntlet. She thought as she preened, Suzanne, you may have some of the biggest tits I've ever seen on a thin woman and a smolderingly sexy face, but I'm not exactly chopped liver here! Look at these muscles I've gotten from surfing. Alan loves them! Frankly, I'm far more fit and trim than you are, and I could easily kick your soft ass. So don't give me that "I'm the sexiest thing on Earth and you know that Alan fucks me every day" haughty look! I'm not intimidated by you.

Suzanne had heard about Glory's competitive nature and decided the safest course was just to play it cool and act friendly. She smiled warmly and said, "You look great!"

They walked a short distance to a local diner. As Glory walked, she realized her initial reaction was irrational, especially given that she'd decided to have nothing to do with Alan any more. She decided to try her best to listen to what Suzanne had to say.

Suzanne carefully picked a spot that would give them some privacy. Once they were settled, Glory asked, "So then. Now that we've dispensed with the pleasantries, what's this all about?"

Suzanne replied, "I know everything. Alan told me all about what happened between you two yesterday. We're very open and like family."

Glory spoke bitterly. "That's the problem, isn't it? He seems to confuse his lovers and his family."

"Now, hold on. That's just what I want to talk to you about. I've known him since he was a baby, way back when he was first adopted. He's such a good kid. I'm so proud of him. I don't think you understand all that's going on. Furthermore, I think it's a big mistake for you to break up with him."

Glory grunted. "If you're so happy with him, then he's all yours. This is absurd! Here we are, both lovers to the same man, or should I say, the same BOY, and you're trying to convince me to stick with him? That's crazy! Don't you want him all for yourself? In any case, I've made up my mind. I've cried a lot, but that's over and done with now. I'm at peace with my decision. Let him love entire volleyball teams and packs of wild gorillas for all I care. I'm washing my hands of him!"

"Come now. You're just saying that. Deep down inside, you know that you still care for him and love him. I know you do."

"How can you know that?!? I've never seen you before except in passing at a couple of parent teacher conferences. And now you're an expert on my private love life?"

"I'm telling you, I know you rather well. I feel you're a kind of kindred spirit. Alan was talking all about you long before you two got involved. He's been moony about you since forever. For the past two years it's been Ms. Rhymer says this, and Ms. Rhymer thinks that. He looks up to you like you wouldn't believe. He admires you and respects you. He loves you deeply, and I know you love him too. I can just tell. Things wouldn't have gotten this far if that wasn't the case. Your eyes wouldn't be all red like they are now if he didn't mean something to you."

Glory was very moved to hear of Alan's love, but she barked defensively, "So what if I do? A little? I'll admit he means something to me, though love might go a bit far." She corrected herself, "MEANT. He meant something to me. I really admired him too. One of my most promising students - so handsome, so smart, and such a heart of gold. Okay. Fuck. I love him. Loved him, I mean. But that was the old Alan. He was the one I loved. This new Alan ... he gives me the shivers."

She interrupted herself and gave Suzanne a piercing look. "But hey! What's it to you? I still don't understand. Why are you even talking to me? You and he obviously love each other so go off and be happy. There's only so much of him to go around."

"I know. And we both know that he's already spread quite thin. There was a time, even a week or so ago, when I would gladly have said good riddance to you and thought, 'There's more Alan for me.' And I would still think that, except that now I see how much he's hurting, and how much he loves you and needs you. The two of you have a very special and unique bond. You're a good influence on him, and, well, kind of a mentor to him. You give him the strength and confidence he's going to need in life. It would be so sad to see you two lose the special thing you have for each other."

"I know, I know." Glory looked pained. "And I'm touched that you think that. But I've made up my mind. He and I should have just stayed good friends, safe within the confines of the student-teacher relationship. But he's gone sex mad, and I fell under the spell of his rampaging sex drive for a while." She looked around and then lowered her voice. "I shudder to think what goes on in the Plummer house, between his sister, his mother, and then you and your daughter Amy, his so-called 'girlfriend' from next door. Have you no shame? Why would you all agree to such an arrangement? Don't drag me into that madness! And that's not even the half of it. If it's got a pulse and a pair of tits, he's probably shagged it already. I just can't look myself in the eye and remain involved with someone like that. I'll admit that I was blinded, blinded by lust and what I thought was love, and I was blinded for far too long. Now I'm paying the price for all that. At least I feel this great sense of relief now that it's all over and I don't have to be afraid anymore. Afraid of losing my job. Afraid of the scandals. If he was a little younger, I could have even gone to prison! I've been living in mortal fear of getting caught for weeks! And what a relief not to be jealous anymore! For crying out loud, how many women are enough for him? I don't even want to know!" Then, with great disgust, she spat out slowly, under her breath, "And his own family!"

Suzanne reached out and held Glory's hands across the table in an attempt to get closer emotionally to her. She leaned forward. "Glory, I understand. That's why I had to see you today. You do know both he and his sister are adopted, don't you?"

"Of course. That doesn't excuse anything. If that's the big thing you wanted to tell me about, then forget it."

"No, that's not it. You see, I know that you think Alan has kind of gone off the deep end sexually, and that he's no longer the darling, innocent boy you knew even a couple of months ago. There's obviously a lot of truth in that. But it isn't his doing. It's my doing. I'm responsible for everything."

"You? I'm sorry, but I don't buy that. He's really come into his own with his newfound aggressiveness. He needs to take responsibility for his own actions and mistakes. Don't go making apologies for him. There's no excuse for the moral lines he's crossed. I consider myself a pretty open minded and sexually liberated woman, but the things that young man has done..."

"Glory. Can I call you Glory? I keep hearing that name whenever he talks about you."

Glory nodded.

"Thanks. I want to tell you a great secret, the biggest secret of my life. I swore to myself that I'd never tell another soul, but I'm going to tell you because I think that you and I will be friends for many years to come, and you, you of all people, need to know the truth. I'm indirectly responsible for all this pain you've been feeling, which makes me feel somewhat guilty about everything that's happened to you."

Glory was normally a very perceptive woman, and perfectly capable of reading between the lines and discerning the truth from a lie. Looking at the slump of Suzanne's shoulders and feeling the grip of her fingers, it started to dawn on Glory that this woman felt very much responsible, and therefore very guilty indeed.

"You know how in September Alan started his rather unusual medical treatment that led to him having a very active sex life from that point on?"

"Yeeeees...?" How could I not, seeing as how I became his "mid day fix"? She suddered with disgust.

"Well, I was the one who got the medical authorities to tell him all that. I had an ambitious scheme, and I put it into motion. Not only did I want to seduce Alan, but I wanted to seduce Susan and Katherine too. I have an insatiable sex drive, and I love both men and women." Suzanne relaxed her grip on Glory's fingers, so Glory could pull her hands away if she wanted to. She didn't.

Suzanne continued, "Now, I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, I'm not going to try to seduce you too. Alan has explained that you don't have the slightest interest in other women, and I respect that." She looked at Glory's exposed and nicely tanned cleavage, and thought, However, if my Sweetie gave the thumbs up signal, I'd be so all over you! He has such great taste in women. Glory, if you could only be a full member of a harem, you'd be so happy! You have no idea what you're missing!

But Suzanne didn't give the slightest hint as to these feelings and merely said in a level voice, "I'd developed a tremendous lust for the entire Plummer family that was years in the making. So I created an elaborate scheme, manipulated events, and played them all like puppets so there would be a complete breakdown of sexual barriers within their family. I'm the one who actually encouraged him to be with Katherine and Susan!" She looked around conspiratorially at the other tables, but no one was within earshot. "Nothing, absolutely none of it, would have happened without me."

Glory let go of Suzanne's hands in disgust. Her whole body recoiled. "Good Lord! That's horrible! What possessed you?"

Suzanne found herself starting to tear up. "I love them so much. So very much. This world is such a cruel place, and no one can be trusted. Not even my own husband loves me, but the Plummer family is so special..." She got a grip on her emotions, wiped away the beginnings of tears, and started again. "I had so many adulterous affairs trying to find happiness and true love, but then I realized that my true love was for the Plummer family. I was and still am deeply in love with mother, daughter, and son. All of them at once. I had a fantasy of loving the entire family with physical love expressed as freely between everyone as much as any other kind of love. I thought, why not throw away conventional morality and see if communal love could happen, where everyone loves everyone else as much as two people can possibly love each other?

"But here's the thing, Glory. To my surprise, not only has my vision come true, but I've exceeded my own wildest expectations. We all love each other more than ever before, in every way. But I also unleashed a sexual spirit and drive in Alan that took me and everyone else by complete surprise. Not to mention a talent. His medical treatment, which of course had no medical justification at all, turned out to be some sort of perfect sexual training for him. Just like runners training for a marathon, his body is now trained for sexual marathons. Everything else that's happened, his relationship with Heather and the other cheerleaders, for instance, was all either directly my doing or an accidental side effect."

"But why? Why? Why did you take things that much farther than your already wild scheme?"

"Like I said, things spiralled out of control. For instance, I wanted to see him with his sister, and the way that came to be was through some sort of painting scheme at school that, once started, inevitably led to sexual relations with the other cheerleaders as well. I didn't plan that part, but I'd opened a can of worms, and that's part of what came spilling out. I thought I knew what I was doing but I didn't. The whole thing is completely beyond me now, and I don't even pretend that I can do much to influence events anymore. There are too many people all doing their own thing."

She thought to herself, In fact, I've become ensnared by my own scheme. I almost feel like a bit player in it instead of the original director of it! But she was too proud to say this to Glory.

"But here's the key point I want to make. Glory, I know this shocks you, and I know you're disgusted by him, and now by me. ...but look at it from his point of view. He didn't purposely go out to get involved with his... you know. Susan and Katherine." She looked around again, and was careful not to mention familial relationships or the word incest. "Everything just fell into his lap. I got them so excited that THEY were the ones who seduced HIM."

Glory was very surprised by these revelations. Her gossipy side wanted to find out which other cheerleaders Suzanne was talking about, exactly, but there were more important things on her mind. She raised her eyebrow and looked at Suzanne in a new light. But she was still very much confused as to why she was being told all this.

Suzanne continued, "Yes, he's an incredibly lucky man to have so many lovers, but it's not all about his pleasure. He has many responsibilities as well. He's a very good and considerate boy, I mean man, and he's trying to do his best to keep everyone happy. He's had a heck of a time juggling everyone's needs, and the thing is, he loves all of us so much that he just can't say no. He's actually running himself ragged trying to please everybody."

CHAPTER 4

Suzanne paused to give Glory time to digest everything she'd said. She saw from Glory's pensive and thoughtful face that she was making some kind of impact.

So Suzanne went on, "But listen. What I did was immoral and selfish, I know. But it's worked out so well for everyone involved that I'd gladly do it all over again."

"It hasn't worked out well for EVERYone involved, I can say that definitively," Glory bitterly replied.

"Don't speak too soon. Things are going to work out between you and Alan. I'm confident. I've learned something very important, and Alan has too. There's no reason why people who emotionally love each other can't physically love each other, too. There's no law of nature that says a person can only be with one other person. Many societies have polygamous marriages and all kinds of different arrangements, and those customs have worked for untold ages. We've all learned and grown because of these startling changes in our lives, and our eyes have opened up to new ways of doing things."

Glory however was still very obviously wedded to conventional morality. "Sorry, no thanks. If you think I'll join in some crazy group marriage..."

Suzanne held up a placating hand, halting Glory's impending tirade. "No. I said I realize that already. I'm trying to mature. That's why I'm talking to you. I've realized that Alan needs you in his life and that it would be selfish of me NOT to try and keep you together. I don't know what form your relationship will take. I only know that he wants to help make you happy, and keep loving you, and that it's right. I'm not talking just about a sexual relationship - the both of you have so much more to offer each other than that. Although I'll bet the sex is great. Am I wrong? Have you ever had better sex in your life?"

Glory blushed, but didn't reply. Suzanne noticed that a small, uncertain smile crossed her face ever so briefly.

"A-ha! I knew it! He blows us all away, actually." She looked around conspiratorially, and seeing the coast was clear, asked, "What is it that you like best? Is it the taste of his succulent sweet seed? Is it the way he's always hard and ready? Is it his inventiveness and the way he makes each fuck so memorable? Is it the way he can just go on and on, making you climax over and over? That's a real popular one. I hear you're a really good deep throater. Is it the way he rams his huge thing in your mouth and slides it..."

"Suzanne! Please!"

Suzanne looked at Glory and saw that while her face was irate and annoyed, her nipples had sprung to rock hard attention beneath her tight fitting top. She was testing to see if Glory still desired Alan, and her nipples showed the answer. Satisfied, Suzanne immediately changed tack. "Oh, excuse me! I got a little carried away there. I warned you I'm rather hopeless nympho."

"That's all right, but please watch it." Glory belatedly noticed her own nipple reaction and tried in vain to will them back to normal. However, the mental visions now filling her head of Alan pushing his penis far down her throat and especially the recollection of the one time he'd fucked her into complete helpless oblivion, didn't help matters.

Suzanne carried on, deliberately ignoring Glory's arousal. "But the point I was going to get to is that it's not just a matter of sex. He loves you. I don't know how, and I know he's stretched thin, but somehow you belong in his life, and he in yours. It just feels right to me, and I've always trusted my instincts. That's why I told you this great secret of mine, a secret I trust you'll never tell another soul. Alan, Susan, Katherine - none of them have any clue as to what I've done. You're the only one who knows, now, aside from the nurse and doctor, who naturally had to be in on it."

Glory sat and thought about that. She stared off in the distance for quite some time. Then she said, "Thanks. ... Thanks for telling me all of that. That certainly does put some things into a different light. I guess in my despair I thought that Alan couldn't possibly love me and he just wanted to use me for his own insatiable sexual desires. I mean, deep down I know he really loves me, but what does that mean if he loves half a dozen or more people as much as or more than me? I was thinking he was sexually greedy and out of control. I didn't realize. But that still doesn't fix..."

Suzanne interrupted. "Actually, we're the sexually greedy ones, if you want the brutal truth of it. It's really the four of us, the Pestridge and Plummer women, plus you as the fifth, who are the main women in his life. Most everyone else will probably fade in and out of his life, but he has a deeper love for us. And we four back at the Plummer house are sexually insatiable. Trust me, WE'RE the ones who are out of control, all thanks to me. I got the others to turn into complete nymphomaniacs. He's just trying to keep up with all the sexual wheels I set in motion. I almost feel sorry for the guy at times."

"Huh. I have heard that you're a bit of a schemer, but still. Wow. However, I still have the same worries as before. How much can he really love me if he loves you four? That's not one, not two, not three, but four! Even more so now, given that you're apparently all so sexually needy. I've always only wanted, and needed, one man in my life. I don't have some kind of great bisexual orgiastic fantasy like you do. I don't want any part in that. Don't even get me near that house, please! His intentions may be good, but ultimately our relationship is doomed. He can't be happy with just me, and I can't be happy sharing him with all of you. I mean, for the love of God, all four of you are like supermodels, and my looks are more ordinary. You've all known and loved each other since he was born. I'll never even be near number one in his book. What you're saying makes me feel better about him as a person and how he's ended up where he is, but it still doesn't ultimately change things. It's still insanity for he and I to continue."

"Those are some good points. I too have suffered knowing that Susan would always mean a bit more to him than I would. But then I realized I would get more love from him, in every way, even a good ways down his list than I would ever get from my husband, or any other ordinary man for that matter. Trust me, I've shopped around. Think about it, Glory. He needs you. I can feel it. He's got a lot of women in his life, but there aren't that many with much strong willpower who can hold him up and push him if he needs pushing. Susan loves him dearly, but she's a softy and can't really tell him no. Same thing with Katherine and my daughter Amy."

Suzanne saw a waitress walking their way, but waved her away before the intrusion of a stranger could spoil the mood.

"Glory, I don't like to admit this, but I think my resolve and willpower have been weakening, too. I think I'm letting my sexual urges get the better of me. That's always been a problem for me, as you can see from this scheme I devised to start this all off. He's likely to become insufferably spoiled and dissolute the way things are going, and I think I'm probably part of the problem more than the solution on that, the way I feed his ego all the time. You're a unique influence in his life, and a very needed one. You inspire his better side. You can't just walk away!" Suzanne reached out and grabbed Glory's hands again.

Glory allowed her hands to be held, and even sympathetically squeezed Suzanne's fingers. "I don't know. I'd like to help him, I really would... but I'm kind of an all or nothing woman. Now that he and I have gotten involved sexually, and so intensely emotionally, I can't turn back the clock on that and merely be friends again. Maybe some other people can, but I can't. And I need a partner in my life, one partner, for life. If it can't be him, I have to wash my hands of him or I won't be able to get emotionally involved with someone else. I love him, but I can't just suspend my life forever to help him. Maybe he, or you, can sleep around with lots of people at once, but I just can't do that. It's not in my nature. And I get jealous. Very jealous. Every day of my relationship with him has been exhilarating, but also so emotionally tiring. I tried to pretend he didn't have other lovers, but I can't do that any more! And now, talking to you and seeing you... You seem so lovely and beautiful, even if a bit, uh, ethically challenged, to say the least."

She laughed nervously a bit, and Suzanne laughed along to be polite.

Glory pouted, "You're so far out of my league! Of course he loves you, and won't want to leave you. If I were a man, I'd probably fall head over heels in love with you too, just like anyone else would. In fact, why do you even put up with the situation? You could have your pick of any man in this whole city."

That cut Suzanne to the bone and brought up issues she didn't want to think about. She growled, "We're here to talk about you."

"Sorry. It's just that, what with all the competition, I can't keep fooling myself that he and I will end up together as a couple."

"Glory, don't sell yourself short. A woman's beauty isn't simply defined by how curvy and busty their body is, or how sultry their face is. Not only are you attractive as all get out, but you have a profound inner beauty and a beautiful mind. I don't have to know you well to see that beauty radiating out of you. Let's just say that, in every possible way, you definitely qualify as 'Alan-worthy,' as we like to call it."

That accidental reminder of Alan's many other lovers didn't go over very well with Glory at all, and neither did the sexually hungry look she thought she saw briefly flicker across Suzanne's face. Suddenly she regretted wearing a low cut blouse (and no bra!) when meeting with a woman she'd already heard through rumors to have a great sexual appetite.

Suzanne saw Glory wince and tried to lessen the sting with a friendly conspiratorial wink, as if she was just teasing. "All I'm asking is that you think about what I've said and don't make up your mind about him just yet. Let him talk to you on Monday, and listen to what he has to say. I know the situation might not be ideal, but there must be some sort of way things you can work out, isn't there?"

"I don't know. I just don't know. I'll... think about it. I promised that I'd give him a chance to talk, and I'll at least do that. Thanks for being so honest and open. No matter what happens, your secret will be safe with me. I can't relate to why you did what you did with this scheme of yours, and I certainly don't approve of it, but I won't tell a soul." Glory genuinely smiled at Suzanne for the first time.

Suzanne smiled back. They squeezed their hands together. "Thanks for listening, and for being understanding. One is lucky to find real love even just once in life, which is why it hurts me to see you two part. Please don't tell him or anyone else about this meeting, either. I don't want him to think that I'm fighting all his battles for him behind his back. But these were things you deserved to know, especially since you've been hurt by them."

Glory nodded.

Suzanne said, "Oh and a rhetorical question or two for you to consider. Has Alan ever hinted at or tried to push you, sexually, into getting involved with anyone else while you've been involved with him? ... Do you honestly think that he would try and force you into a situation with other people where he knew you would be uncomfortable and unhappy, purely for his own selfish desires? Or do you think he's the kind of guy who has tried to accommodate your feelings and be sensitive of your moral bounds, so as to make you feel happy and loved rather than manipulated and used?"

Suzanne let go of Glory's hands, giving her space to think.

Glory seemed to get lost in contemplation about that question. Her eyes focused on somewhere off in the distance as she recalled pleasant memories.

After giving Glory some time, Suzanne essentially answered her own questions. "To my admittedly limited knowledge, Alan has tried, as far as he's been able, to keep your relationship with him compartmentalized and separate from everyone else in his life. In other words, he's made a space for you in his heart that no one else but you, Glory, can get into. If I had to guess, I'd say he did that to protect you, because he loves you and cares for you, the way a kind and considerate lover should and would with any special woman who was near and dear to his heart, and not because he was trying to take advantage of or make a fool of you."

Glory didn't answer, but she did nod her head slightly while she thought about it.

The two of them parted amicably not long thereafter. Glory had a lot to think about now.

Suzanne felt a tremendous sense of relief that she at last had divulged her most guarded secret to someone else. She also felt proud of herself that she'd put what was best for Alan's development above her own sexual pleasures. She knew that, despite her attraction to Glory, there wasn't any way she could benefit sexually from Glory's inclusion in the sexual circle. Chances were, Glory truly wasn't interested in women. But she could sense tough times ahead for Alan and hoped that she and Glory could develop a friendship and work together to give Alan the backbone he needed to overcome all the obstacles in his way. She also felt good to once again be a prime mover in events. Between the idea for this meeting and her second mother idea the day before, she felt like she was back in control.

But her contentment would only be temporary.

CHAPTER 5 (Sunday, Nov. 24)

The next day, Suzanne and Amy were hanging out at the Plummer house after everyone had come back from church. Just as the group was finishing lunch, the doorbell rang.

They all knew who was coming. Amy, the most energetic of the group, jumped up and ran to the door.

Sure enough, it was Brenda. She wore a trench coat even though it was a reasonably warm day outside. As soon as Amy closed the door, Brenda lifted the coat off her shoulders and let it drop dramatically to the floor.

Amy whistled approvingly. "Hey, everybody! Check this out. Talk about some yummy tit flesh. Mmmm. You're so scrumptiously yummerific, Brenda."

Brenda smiled, amused at Amy's unique lingo. "Thank you, Mistress Amy. You're not looking too bad yourself. But why is everyone so dressed up? There's not a single exposed tit in the whole house!"

Brenda was dressed for action. She wore black high heeled boots up to her thighs and black arm-length gloves. But other than that, all she wore was a thin black bikini bottom, and one thin strip that went from the top of one hip, up over a tit, behind her neck and then back down the other tit to meet back up with the bikini bottom at the top of the other hip. She was also heavily made up and her hair was perfect.

"What's up with this 'Mistress Amy' stuff?" Amy asked. "Like, you want us to tie you up and whip you or something?"

"Not a half bad idea, my mistress," Brenda demured. "Didn't the others tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Amy vaguely recalled Susan saying something yesterday about some new arrangement with Brenda, but she'd been too busy getting felt up by Katherine and sucking on Susan's boobs to pay attention.

Katherine sat at a counter stool in the kitchen with Susan. They could see and hear Brenda in the entranceway, but Katherine walked up next to Amy and said, "About the lack of exposed tits. You've got a point, Brenda. Two big ones, actually." She giggled.

Brenda grabbed both of her firm melons and thrust them out as far as she could. She used to almost hate her big tits. She'd often thought about getting breast reduction surgery due to the back aches they sometimes caused, but now she was extremely proud of them. She smiled whenever she thought about how easily they made Alan's penis hard. Now, merely sensing or thinking about her own tits automatically made her think about Alan's penis, which was one reason why she had his penis on her mind nearly all the time. About the only time she wasn't thinking about Alan's penis was when she got distracted by thinking about her own son Adrian's slightly less impressive manhood instead.

Katherine reached out and tweaked both of Brenda's nipples through the thin strips of fabric over them. She rolled the remarkably elongated nipples around in her fingers. "Mmmm. That's what I'm talking about. Definitely tasty. But unfortunately we've all vowed to abstain from any orgasms until Alan gets back. So that's why it looks like we just got back from church. As a matter of fact, we did just get back from church."

"Oh." Brenda looked down at the floor, very disappointed. She dropped her tits and slumped in dejection, inadvertently causing her nipples to spring free of the thin black straps that had been covering them. Her mighty orbs, freed of restraints, bounced up and down, over and over.

She raised a hand to put the strap back into place, but Katherine reached out and gently stopped her with a hand. That turned into another brief nipple tweak. "Hold on, Brenda. Just because we're not getting all sexual today doesn't mean you have to do the same."

Katherine looked down and noticed that Brenda's thong in fact left most of her bush exposed. The two parts of the thong met right at Brenda's clit, and it looked like Brenda would get delightfully stimulated with every step she took. Katherine very much approved of that, but she looked back up at Brenda's chest and complained, "Do you not remember what Suzanne told you?"

Brenda remembered. She murmured abashedly, "I'm not supposed to cover up my nipples if I can help it, Mistress Katherine."

Katherine and Amy both nodded encouragingly. Katherine answered, "That's right. And you don't want to cross Suzanne, believe me. Do you believe my mother's big tits theory?"

"Of course. My enormous breasts are proof that I've been placed on this Earth to sexually serve my superiors. I have no doubt about it. And all of you are my superiors, Alan most of all."

"Well then, let's see your glories in their full glory."

Brenda dramatically pulled the straps over her breasts aside and thrust her bared chest forward again. She happily thought of a quote from Alan that Susan had told her on the phone recently: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your tits high up in the air, because you have nothing to be ashamed about." That's what I'm doing too, Master Alan!

Katherine smiled. "That's better. But come on in. Can we fix you some lunch?"

"No thanks. I just ate. ... Um, Mistress Katherine." Brenda blushed. She was still getting used to using mistress titles.

Brenda followed the two daughters with her back still arched to thrust her bouncing boobs even more prominently than usual. The sight was so mouth wateringly arousing that by the they reached the kitchen counter, everyone was quite horny. Hello kisses followed all around. Brenda got (and gave in return) enthusiastic kisses and tit gropes from everyone but Suzanne. The dark red haired, green eyed beauty barely gave Brenda a peck on the cheek.

Everyone noticed Suzanne's unusual behavior. Brenda immediately blamed herself. "Did I do something to displease you, Mistress Suzanne? I'm sorry that my nipples were covered up when I first came in, but I thought I'd quickly take off..."

Suzanne cut in, "No, don't worry about that. It's nothing. I'm just not in the mood. Why don't you all have fun together. I'm going to go lay out by the pool for a while." She got up, opened the sliding door leading to the patio, and went outside. Her church clothes weren't the thing to wear for lounging in the sun, but in truth she just wanted to be alone for a little while. Brenda's abject subservience reminded her of her own issues with Alan and the new family pact in a negative way.

Brenda didn't say anything, but her face was full of consternation.

Susan spoke up. "Don't worry, Brenda. It's not you. For some reason, Suzanne seems to be in a bad mood today. She's been like that all morning, and doubly so since we got back from church. I haven't seen her smile once all day. She was kind of moody last night too, now that I think about it."

Brenda frowned even more. In her new, submissive relationship with the Plummer family, she tended to blame herself for any problem, even if she had nothing to do with it.

Katherine immediately saw the frown, and consoled, "Don't worry, Brenda. She's probably just missing Alan. Like all of us."

That made Brenda feel better. "Wait, Mistress Katherine. Please take off all of your heavy clothes and I'll help your take your mind off him. Then I'll go down on everyone else. It's the least I can do." She licked her lips in anticipation of this "chore" she'd have to "suffer" through.

But the others showed no reaction to that except frustrated frowns. Brenda thought, then said, "No, wait. Scratch that. None of you are having any climaxes today. Well, if you won't have any, then I won't either. We'll all stick together."

Susan spoke up. "Hold on, Brenda. That's a nice thought, but if you do that, how are we going to complete your slave training? That's why we had you come over in the first place."

Since Amy had spaced out in the earlier discussions, she asked, "What training? I think I definitely missed something with all this 'mistress' stuff."

Susan explained, "Amy dear, did no one tell you? Brenda is going to be the Plummer house slave from now on. That means she's going to be your slave too. This isn't a game; it's very much what she wants to do. Permanently, I think."

Brenda nodded in affirmation.

"But while she's very enthusiastic, she's never been a slave before, and she needs some training. And heck, to be honest, we need the practice too to figure out how to handle her. I don't know the first thing about slave management, and I'm sure you don't either."

Amy looked over at Brenda, who nodded again, indicating everything Susan said was true. Then Amy exclaimed to Susan, "Wow. Like, a real slave? That's so weird! Is she going to be in chains and stuff?"

"No," Susan explained patiently. "Not unless she wants to. It's just a state of mind. It's something that excites and fulfills her. It means that she'll do anything we ask her to do. Any of us, you included. She lives to serve us and please us, especially sexually, just as we live to sexually serve Alan. And if she fails to do what we command, she gets punished."

Brenda got down on her knees, bowed her head, and stated in almost zombie-like fashion, "I am a sexual plaything made only to serve the Plummer family." It was something she repeated in her head many times a day.

Amy said to Susan, "Wow! That's wild. She's like, too beautiful to be a willing slave. Wow. So you mean, I could order her to lick my muff and she would, just like that?" Amy snapped her fingers.

As soon as those words left Amy's mouth, Brenda scooted forward a bit, and ducked under Amy's long dress. Remarkably, Amy was wearing underwear for once, but Brenda pulled that away and had her mouth on Amy's shaved pussy lips within seconds of Amy's question. She wanted to show to Amy how well she could serve.

"WOW!" Amy exclaimed while the others giggled. "That's service! Gosh, this is soooo neat! But, I mean, how is that so different from the rest of us? Susan, if you asked me to lick your pussy, my tongue would be on it before you could say sarsaparilla." Brenda meanwhile continued pussy licking, causing Amy's eyes to go wide.

Susan explained, "That's true, and I'd do the same for you. The difference is that I'd ask you to go down on me, but I'd order Brenda. And I know we're usually in the mood, in fact we're just about always in the mood, but what if you're not in the mood somehow? What if you were just really tired one day? So tired that you didn't want to fuck?"

"Gosh! I'd have to be super duper tired, then!"

Susan grinned at that youthful enthusiasm. "But the point is, you can choose. You can say no. But Brenda can't. She doesn't want to have the freedom to say no. That may sound cruel, but that's the way she wants it. I know it sounds strange, but Suzanne has explained to me that ever since Brenda discovered her true self, she wants and needs to serve us. She even needs to get punished regularly. In fact, she likes that part more than anything. Isn't that right, Brenda?"

Brenda paused in her lapping and spoke up from the darkness under Amy's dress. "I'm sorry, Mistress Susan! I'm a BAD slave. A naughty slave! It's so wrong of me to crave punishment. I think you need to punish me for that. A spanking. I need a real good spanking!"

Amy, Katherine, and Susan all laughed at the way Brenda confirmed the crazy logic behind what Susan had said.

Susan said to Amy, but also to Katherine, "See what I mean? For Brenda, everything is an excuse for a spanking. Suzanne and I were talking about this yesterday, and we've decided to institute a reverse punishment system. Brenda will get spanked after she does things well. That way it'll be a reward, though we can play like it's a punishment. When she actually does something bad, we'll punish her by taking away her slave status. She'll have to dress up, underwear and all, and watch TV."

Suddenly Brenda pulled herself out from Amy's dress and looked up at Susan, her eyes wide with horror. "Watch TV? Fully dressed? With underwear? What are you talking about? That's the last thing I want to do when I'm at the Plummer house. That's just so ... normal!"

Susan giggled. "That's the point. Suzanne's so smart. It was her idea. She said that unless we did that, Brenda, you'd probably slowly destroy the house and drive us all crazy in an attempt to get spanked more and more."

Brenda folded her arms beneath her tremendous tits and huffed, "Well, I must submit to the decisions of my masters. But what am I supposed to do to get spanked, then?!?"

Amy lifted her dress back up over Brenda's head and said, "I know! If you get me off real good with that licking, I'll promise to spank you really hard."

Brenda immediately dove back into Amy's snatch.

But before she could get more than a few licks in, Katherine pointed out, "Um, Aims, I hate to bring this up, but what about the no orgasms ban until Alan gets back?"

"Oh. Dagnammit. Golly geez! That's frustrating. Brenda, you'd better stop while I still have the willpower to say that."

Brenda stopped and pulled out from under the dress again. She looked crestfallen, even as Amy's pussy juice dripped down her cheeks. "Whatever you say, Mistress Amy. But with all of you abstaining all weekend, how can I earn a spanking? Maybe if I clean up the house really well, will you..."

Susan spoke up. "That's another thing, Amy. Brenda's going to be doing most of the chores around the house from now on, too. She says that's what she wants. That's what slaves do."

"That's right, Mistress Susan," Brenda agreed, while she licked up the cum on her face and swallowed it down. "But slaves most definitely do NOT wear underwear and watch TV. That's just so ... wrong! Licking Alan's pole for hours on end while he watches a good movie, or making you all snacks while you watch something together, now those are the kind of things a slave should do." She looked resolutely at the others. "My role is to serve my master and mistresses! I am here merely to give you all pleasure!"

"And to get spanked," Susan pointed out. "You have your needs too. In fact, Suzanne says you're going to be very high maintenance with all your spanking needs."

"But Mom," Amy asked, "Why would a woman with watermelon tits, a cute baby face, and loads of money want to be a slave?"

"That's what turns her on and makes her happy. Suzanne explained it all to me. Amy, I know it seems nonsensical, but if you think about my big tits theory it makes perfect sense. God obviously made horny, big-titted women to sexually please others. The bigger the tits, the more true that is, so a woman with hooters like hers would naturally want to be a complete slave."

"Gosh. I didn't realize." Even with her hidden intelligence, Amy was very impressionable. She suddenly opened her mouth wide and gasped, "Wait a minute! My boobies are getting a lot bigger lately. Does that mean..."

"Yes. As your bustline continues to grow, you'll feel an increasingly insistent need to suck and fuck your master. You'll live for lusty, busty sex with him, even more than you do now."

Amy's eyes went wide as saucers. "Even more? Wow!"

Susan let go of Amy's face and turned to gently tweak one of Brenda's long nipples. "It's remarkable, I know. Suzanne says Brenda will remain almost orgasmically happy merely by the act of serving us. Something like vacuuming the floor is a sexual act for her. The more degrading and demanding we are, the more she loves it. However, Alan is a very nice boy, and there's certain things I'm sure he won't allow anyone to do to her, even though she'd love it. But we can spank her, for instance, and if we spank her she'll be in seventh heaven. We need to practice that, so why don't we do that right now? Then, Amy, you can see what I mean."

Brenda's eyes went wide and she clutched her legs together as if she'd accidentally peed.

Katherine rolled her eyes. "Brenda, don't tell me you just climaxed from Susan saying you'd get spanked."

"No," Brenda admitted. "But it made me all gushy. See?" She sat up on her knees and pulled her sopping wet bikini bottoms to the side. That caused them to slowly fall down her legs.

Katherine was amazed at the rivers of pussy juice flowing down both of Brenda's thighs. She wanted to dive right in and enjoy the taste, but then she remembered the no orgasms vow. "Damn!" she cried out. "Brenda, that looks so tasty, but I can't. Not now. It's going to be so tough making it until Alan gets back."

All four of them sighed as they contemplated just how true that was.

CHAPTER 6

Amy, Katherine, and Susan went to the underwear cabinet and changed into more "comfortable" outfits for the spanking, which meant negligees and the like. Then Susan opened the screen door leading to the backyard and called out for Suzanne to come back in.

Suzanne came back immediately. She was the only one still formally dressed. She said in a peeved and surly tone, "What is it, already?"

Susan explained as she led Suzanne to the living room, "We're about to give Brenda a spanking. I thought you'd want to join in. Heck, I don't think we can do it properly without you. We need your help and expertise."

Suzanne looked over at the middle table. Brenda's bikini bottoms had been tossed on the floor by the kitchen counter. Brenda's naked ass was high up over the table, ready and lightly jiggling with anticipation of being spanked. Amy and Katherine stood by, eager to watch or help with her "punishment."

But Suzanne said caustically, "Susan, it's a spanking, for God's sake. We're not building a nuclear reactor here. You don't need me for this. I think maybe I should go home. I've got important things to do."

Susan came close and looked very deeply into Suzanne's eyes, trying to figure her out. Finally, she said, "What's wrong? There's been something about you all day long. I thought you were just missing Alan, but it must be something more. Did one of us upset you or something? Please tell us so we can fix whatever it is and do better. It hurts me to see you so upset."

Suzanne sighed and sat down on one of the couches. Her surliness disappeared, only to be replaced by sadness. "No. It's not you. Sorry. It's me." She let out an extremely long sigh. "It's just that, well... I've been thinking. I'm happy to be part of the Plummer house, to be your sister and a second mother to Katherine to Alan. That means so much to me. You've always been more to me than a sister." Suddenly Suzanne's eyes started to tear up. She had to turn away and wipe her face for a second.

Susan sat down on the couch next to Suzanne and touched her tenderly on the shoulder. "What is it, Suzanne? If you're so happy, then why are you starting to cry?" The tender touch turned to a firm and loving hold.

Suzanne turned and looked at everyone one by one. The spanking was temporarily forgotten while everyone tried to figure out what put Suzanne in this unusual mood. "I don't know. It's just that, on Friday I said some things, agreed to some things in the heat of the moment, and now I'm wondering if that was such a bright idea. I mean, no offense Brenda, but I was basically agreeing to be Alan's sex slave, and loving it! Me! That's fine for the likes of Brenda, because that's what feels right for her, but I'm an independent and even domineering sort of woman. I like to be in charge. If you would have asked me even a month ago, I never would have agreed to become anybody's slave in a million years! I would have laughed out loud at the very idea. It just doesn't sit right with me."

Susan just nodded and lovingly brushed the wetness away from Suzanne's cheeks with a light touch from her fingertips.

"But on the other hand, I'm really, really glad about the pact that we've made, and I wouldn't undo it. My long-held dreams have finally come true, and I love it. I mean, I dreamed about one loving, sexual family with you all for years. But I'm also kind of ashamed about the way I've freely called myself Alan's fuck toy and sex slave. That sure was never part of my original dream!" She thought about the term "fuck toy," and added as an afterthought, "No offense, Katherine."

A puzzled Katherine replied, "None taken." She didn't realize that the term "Fuck toy" was particularly on Suzanne's mind, and that Suzanne and the others now closely associated that term with her.

Susan held her arms open. "Awww. Come here." Suzanne fell into Susan's arms. The two best friends squeezed each other tightly. They rocked and hugged for a while. Susan consoled Suzanne much like a mother consoling a crying child.

Once Suzanne had calmed down and relaxed a bit, Susan asked, "Now, tell us what brought this on. You were so fine with everything yesterday, long after Alan had left. Didn't you agree yesterday morning you were so happy that you could die? So what's changed since then?"

"I don't know," Suzanne answered hesitantly. "Maybe there's something in the air, or should I say, not in the air. This house is usually filled with the smell of Alan's cum, but he's been gone nearly two days now and the smell has nearly dissipated. Maybe we've just all been drugged by his deliciously sweet cum and that's all there is to all of this."

Susan looked to her daughters. "Does anyone else feel that?"

Amy and Katherine both emphatically shook their heads no. Katherine clarified, "God, no! I've never been more ready to suck on the Alan-sicle. My tits actually ache because there's no hard brother meat thrusting in between them. And don't even get me started on how badly my cunt longs to be filled! Not to mention, I just miss seeing my brother's face so bad!"

Amy added, "Me too on all that, but don't forget the ass! Alan's going to FINALLY fuck me up the ass when he gets back!" She reached back with both hands and grabbed meaty handfuls of her plush posterior. "It's like waiting for Christmas morning. I can hardly even stand it!"

"I agree," Susan replied, amused and aroused by Amy's enthusiastic self-groping. "None of us are feeling that way at all. I don't know if I look like it, but on the inside I'm a total nervous wreck. I can't think of anything but how deeply he's going to plow me tonight. I've been more than daydreaming, I've been literally hallucinating! I see visions of Alan fucking me everywhere. When I look at a piece of furniture, all I can think of are the many ways Alan can take me on it, and it becomes so real that he's really there! ... But we're not drugged. No. We're doing this because