CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 26)

Alan and Sean met at the bicycle rack and biked to Kim's house together. Alan had already explained to Sean much, though not all, of what they would see and do that afternoon. He told him more about the S-Club as they biked there. He joked, "Some call it the SA-Club, which can mean the Service Alan Club, but on a day like this it'll also mean the Sean Action Club. Don't worry, you're going to have a hell of a lot of fun."

Sean gulped nervously. Mere days ago he'd been a complete virgin. Things were moving too fast.

Kim met them at the door to her house, but they didn't dawdle with pleasantries. The three of them walked straight up to Kim's bedroom, and then Kim went off to get some things.

Alan saw the concern in Sean's eyes, and understood it. For one thing, he'd told his friend to expect to be severely tested today. For another, he'd told Sean that he'd probably end up fucking a number of girls today, perhaps even experiencing more than one girl at a time. That was a lot for a self-confessed complete nerd to take, especially one who still strived to maintain some kind of loyalty to his one true love, Heather.

Alan knew exactly what Sean needed to hear, and told him, "Don't worry. Remember, you're doing this for Heather."

Sean sighed heavily and said, "I know. I've been thinking a lot about that. It's like Heather is a fallen angel, an innocent girl trapped in a whorehouse. I have to come in there and rescue her. But the only way in is to pretend to be a customer; just another John. I'll have to treat her like dirt and act like an uncaring John at first, as I slowly gain her trust."

"Exactly!" Alan agreed as he sat down on Kim's bed. "Excellent metaphor. Better than the sci-fi ones we've been coming up with lately. And like a John, you've got to have sex with some other whores and see her have sex with some other Johns as part of this undercover operation. That's what happens in a whorehouse."

Just then, Kim walked back in, carrying some rope and a piece of cloth. She smiled, but said, "Hey, who are you calling a whore?"

"Certainly not you," Alan said very sincerely, but at the same time he unzipped his shorts, and flopped out a very erect penis. "If you were a whore, I'd have to actually pay you to suck my cock." However, he winked and said this good-naturedly.

"Bastard," Kim complained as she stuck out her tongue playfully. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and began to eagerly suck him off.

Sean, sitting next to Alan, looked over in complete shock. "H-how...? How did you do that? You say this cutting and degrading thing, and then she drops to her knees to blow you. I don't get it. If I were to try something like that, I'd get slapped, big time! That kind of thing doesn't happen in real life, does it?"

"I know what you mean," Alan agreed. "It's all in how you do it. I've stumbled on to the fact that a lot of women love a guy who's domineering, yet still has true love and affection for them. It's all about knowing when to be naughty and when to be nice. Everyone likes some naughty from time to time, if they're really honest with themselves, and that doesn't make them a lesser person. Keep that in mind when you watch me fucking Heather in a few minutes."

"WHAT?!" Sean stood up, instantly defensive of his dream girl. "You can't be serious!"

"I am. Remember what I said about you being on the fast track? This is the very fast track. You're never going to get it right until you see with your own eyes exactly what she likes. But when you see me calling her all kinds of rude names and treating her like a whore, remember that there's love and affection there. I'm giving her what she really wants. I'm doing all I can to make her happy. Sometimes it's funny what makes a girl happy. Take a look at Kim here. Even though she doesn't really like guys or want a boyfriend, she absolutely loves sucking cock. All I have to do is flop out my penis and lean back, and she's happy to slurp and lick me all afternoon. Isn't that right, Kim?"

Kim sexily moaned a hearty affirmative, with Alan's penis tickling her tonsils. She was trying to deep throat Alan as it was something she'd been reading about and practicing, and she figured the less Sean saw of Alan's penis right now the less traumatized he'd be.

Caressing Kim's silky soft hair with one hand, Alan continued, "In fact, Kim is so hungry for cock, as you probably know first-hand from your own training sessions with her, that I could treat her any way I liked and she'd still come crawling on her knees for more. But she'd do it despite that rude treatment, not because of it. Whereas with Heather, it's the opposite. She'll hardly get aroused unless I call her a bitch and a slut, and that's just for starters. So I treat them differently."

Sean backed away in amazement and even horror. "Dude, I know what you mean. On one level, an intellectual level, I get it. Kinda. But I can't see it with my own eyes! Heather. You, doing Heather! Shit! And calling her names?! Give me some time to adjust!"

Alan felt strangely calm, but also unusually relentless. "I know it'll be difficult. That's why we have the rope here, and a gag for your mouth. My plan is to put you in the closet over there, and you'll watch me do Heather through the slats of the closet door without her knowing. That way, you don't have to worry about yelling or anything. We'll put some music on to cover any noise you might make, too. If it gets too much, just close your eyes. Kim is supposed to tie your arms behind your back, but she's a bit preoccupied, so come closer and I'll do it. You were just telling me on the bike ride over how you're a man, how you can handle anything. So prove it! This is your big test."

Sean paced back and forth, trying not to look at Kim's bobbing head. "I don't know, dude. I don't know. Can't you do it with another girl first, as like a Heather stand-in? It's shocking enough just to see another guy have sex. And you're my best friend. I don't want to see you like that. That's freaky!"

"No, it's got to be Heather. I don't treat anyone else... anyone... the way I treat her, and you have to learn Heather's true sexual nature if you're to stand even a ghost of a chance with her. But don't worry, you're going to be shocked, but you're also going to enjoy yourself. I have a surprise or two for you." Alan laughed at that, but Sean couldn't figure out why.

So, a few minutes later, Sean found himself in the bedroom closet, with his arms tied behind his back and a cloth stuffed in his mouth and tied around his head. The closet was stuffed to the brim with clothes on hangers, so he found himself in a narrow space between the clothes pressing against his back and the slats of the door a few inches from his face. The bed had been moved right up to the closet so he could have a better view, based on the downward angle of the slats. The repositioned bed also trapped him in the closet, since the closet doors opened out, and now they couldn't be opened outward.

Alan sat on the edge of the bed as Kim resumed sucking him off, when everyone heard Heather open the front door downstairs. She'd been told to let herself in and come upstairs, which is exactly what she did. Just before Alan had pushed Sean into the closet, he'd explained that he wanted Heather to discover Kim cocksucking him, but he didn't explain why.

Heather climbed the stairs and called out, "Alan? Kim?"

She came into Kim's bedroom and opened her mouth in surprise at the sight of Kim taking long slurps on Alan's penis. For some moments she just stared, her lips thinning with annoyance as Kim continued to orally pleasure Alan without pause. There would have been an awkward silence, except the Talking Heads' "Stop Making Sense" album was pounding loudly from the stereo system.

She walked up to Alan and Kim, and said with unusual uncertainty, "Hi. Um, uh, Alan? Sir? I've been really good today, haven't I? Haven't I been the perfect little butt slut? Can I, um, have a little bit of that cock, too?"

Alan looked up at her as if he'd only noticed her just now. "Oh. Hi, Heather. No, I'm afraid not. You don't even know the meaning of the word 'good.' But you can stay and watch me fuck Kim if you like." He tried to play it cool, but he could somehow tell with just a glance that the "old" Heather was back. It was as if the Bitch Training session had never happened.

The anal dildo had been out since the end of fifth period, and she was no longer feeling subdued in any way. All of the sudden a great anger welled up in Heather. "Now just a fucking minute, you fuck! I've been waiting ALL FUCKING DAY for you to fuck me! It's not fair! You're a fucking monster! A monster!" Her anger quickly died down, and even before this tirade ended she was more whimpering than yelling. She knew the yelling approach wouldn't get her what she wanted, but she couldn't help herself. "Sir," she added belatedly.

She tried a different tack. "Please, Alan, please! I can't take it! Have mercy!"

Alan tsk-tsked as he played with Kim's smallish breasts. It was hard for him to concentrate on talking while Kim continued to try and deep throat him, but he managed to sound relatively normal even while his eyes rolled into his head as he fought off an orgasm. "Heather, you disappoint me. Have you forgotten your place already? You don't make any demands on me, ever."

"Sir! I'm so sorry sir! Please! If you don't fuck me in the ass, I'm going to cry. Don't make me cry!" This time, she started out very apologetic, but her last statement was more of a threat, even though she really was on the verge of tears. Clearly, Heather was very frustrated, torn between extremes of irritation and need.

Earlier, Kim had sucked Alan's penis with her hair flopped down over his crotch and generally deep throated him (or tried to) so Sean couldn't see much. But now Alan's legs were spread wide and Kim moved off to the side as much as possible, to give Heather a great view of Alan's erection. Kim rolled her tongue around the tip over and over, allowing Heather to see most of Alan's eight inches.

The sight had a visible effect on Heather. She frowned and her lips trembled. Her nipples poked hard into her tight fitting top.

Alan said, "Well, maybe I'll relent, if you show the proper attitude. Heather, are you a good girl or a bad girl?"

Heather straightened up instantly, as if called to attention. "Bad. Sir." She seemed proud about it.

"That's right. And how do bad girls dress?"

"Like sluts, sir. You see this revealing top? I wore it just for you. I'm obviously not wearing a bra." She raised her arms over her head and thrust out her chest, showing off her thinly covered rack like a porn star. The exact shape of her aroused nipples could be clearly seen.

"And why aren't you?" Alan prodded. His voice was stern and slightly disinterested, as if Heather was an irritating distraction keeping him from fully enjoying the blowjob he was getting.

"Because that's how you want me, sir. And as Alan's girl, I must obey."

"One of Alan's GIRLS," Alan corrected. "Do you think my penis exists just for you? Don't you think girls like Kim should get a chance to taste it too?"

"Of course. I'm just saying two tongues are better than one." She blushed and grimaced in frustration. She started to vow revenge upon Alan, but then remembered the problems inherent in biting the hand that feeds you. Instead, she resolved to try to go with the flow for the time being.

"If you're not wearing a bra, then prove it."

"Yes, sir!" She smiled for the first time since arriving, and pulled her top up and over her tits. Getting sexually involved and exposing herself was fun and she had no problem with that. She left the thin fabric loose around her neck and shoulders, hoping that would be more appealing than going completely topless.

Sean had been watching all of this from inside the closet with a growing anger. He'd had thoughts like, No one treats my Heather like that! Not even Alan. I won't allow it! But as she exposed her rack, his anger was overwhelmed by his lust. He'd never actually seen Heather topless before, despite countless peeks down her outfits in school, and countless dreams where she'd been naked. He gasped so loudly that Heather surely would have known someone was there had it not been for the Talking Heads music and the gag in his mouth. Despite the peeks he'd made down her tops in the past, he hadn't considered the possibility that she might not have any tan lines at all.

She started to wiggle to the beat of the song "Burning Down the House," and said, "How do you like my tits, sir? Or should I say your tits? They belong to you. My whole body is yours." It stung deeply for her to say that, but at the same time it turned her on.

"That's more like it," Alan replied, while he privately marveled over how many different women had given him fellatio since he'd woken up.

Heather's wiggling turned into a full on striptease within seconds. She took her top off the rest of the way, then threw it into a corner of the room. Wildly gyrating by now, she spent a fair amount of time pulling her skirt down, and then up, down, and then up, making a bit more progress with each pass. Finally, she took the skirt off all the way. She held the tiny garment in her hand, then started to twirl it around as true striptease artists so often do. The only major difference between Heather's performance and that of a professional exotic dancer was just how wildly she danced to the pounding beat.

Alan was mighty impressed and grunted with arousal and approval. Her dance was such a turn on that he had to grab Kim's head and push it back until she got the message to stop for a while. Grunting with exertion as he squeezed his PC muscle hard, he said to Heather between gasps, "Good show! If you keep that up, I might even let you share cocksucking duties with Kim after all. Although… Kim is a much better cocksucker than you could ever be. Kim is a good girl. Look at how she's been deep throating me for the first time today. Kim, why did you take the time to learn how to do that?"

Kim pulled her mouth off of Alan's penis just long enough to say, "To please you, sir." She'd never called him "sir" before, but she quickly picked up Heather's lingo. She was a natural submissive, albeit a casual one, and such language came to her easily. Alan had never fully taken advantage of her submissiveness simply because her thin body didn't compare with the more voluptuous types he preferred.

Alan smirked - "bad Alan" was in firm control now. He said to Heather, "There. See? She wants to please me. You just want to please yourself."

"No, sir! That's not true! Let me try!" Heather dropped to her knees before him. "It's true I don't like cocksucking, but I'll give you the best fucking blowjob you've ever had! I want to be your number one slut! Please! Let me, sir!"

Alan was silent, so Heather crawled forward next to Kim and began licking Alan's penis. Being Heather, she swallowed the whole head and more or less pushed Kim out of the way.

But as soon as she had his penis deep in her mouth, Alan said, "Look at that. What a selfish slut. You just take and take and take. What about Kim?"

Heather apologized without taking her mouth off Alan's stiff pole. "Schorry, shir. Schorry, Kim." She reluctantly made room for Kim at the head of the penis. Both of them tongued Alan's most sensitive spot right below his penis head, their tongues actually pushing up against each other.

Alan knew that if they went on like that for long, he'd lose his load, and he didn't want Heather to start thinking she could control him by getting him off. So he said to her, "What about your skirt? Show me your skirt. Were you really dressed like a true slut?"

Heather groaned, but she relinquished the pleasuring of his penis to Kim and stood up to show off her black leather miniskirt. She picked it up off the floor and put it back on so she could show it off. She resumed swaying to the music, eager to dance and get naked all over again. "Look, sir. Your slut dresses just to please you. Like these five-inch heels." Heather's eyes flashed dangerously as she let an edge of steel tinge her voice. "Do you have any idea how fucking difficult it is to walk in these things?!" Then just as suddenly, the glint of raw anger in her eyes melted to be replaced by an all-consuming lust as she stared hungrily at Alan, and especially at the sight of Kim lapping away in circles around his penis head. "But I get so hot just thinking about how I'll dress for you. I was wearing butt floss earlier, but I took even that off when I left to come over here. Look!"

She turned around and bent over. She spread her legs wide and angled herself to give Alan a perfect view. That also put her pussy and ass in sight for Sean to ogle. She effortlessly reached down and touched her toes while keeping her legs perfectly straight. She looked back at Alan from between her legs and said, "How's that? Don't you like my pussy and my ass? These are YOUR holes!" Suddenly, Heather stopped being proud and arrogant and instead became pleading and needy. "Why won't you fuck them? Why?! They need you! Sir!"

Sean was so aroused by the sight of Heather's ass and pussy lips framed by her hot leather miniskirt that he practically came on the spot. He found his penis painfully trapped by his shorts, and with his hands tied behind his back, he was unable to do anything about it. While he generally adored Heather as an "angel" at the moment he was thinking of her more as a hot piece of ass.

"Why?" Alan asked in rhetorical disdain. "Heather, I'm so disappointed in you. You behaved well enough while your ass was stuffed full with a big Bitch Trainer dildo all day, but as soon as it's out, you start yelling at me and giving me this shit." Alan turned away as if dismissing her. "You're incurable."

"No I'm not, sir! I can do better. Stuff your cock up my butt and I'll show you how good I can be!" She slowly spread her legs farther and farther apart to hopefully create an even more inviting target for Alan's penis to aim for. From where Alan sat, he almost couldn't see the miniskirt at all, since it had ridden all the way up, exposing the entirety of her luscious ass. Her asshole appeared to be a bull's eye exactly in the middle.

By this point, Kim's loving penis licking and Heather's wiggling to the music and the things she said were getting to be too much for Alan to handle, too. He pulled Kim away from his lap so his penis could have a chance to recover, and said to her, "There's a tasty pussy snack, Kim. Go get it. Just make sure she keeps her legs perfectly straight and her hands on her ankles at all times."

"Yes, sir!" Kim said as she bolted up and went to Heather. She'd been wearing a loose skirt of her own, but she let it fall to the floor just as her mouth reached Heather's wet pussy lips.

Alan said, "Kim, please don't call me 'sir.' That word is reserved only for true sluts and bitches like Heather."

By the time he finished saying that, Kim was so involved in licking Heather out that she couldn't or wouldn't respond. She seemed to be forcing her tongue as deeply into Heather's pussy as it could go. She did nod vigorously, but Alan couldn't tell if that was meant to be a reply to his comment or merely part of her new sexual task.

CHAPTER 2

With Heather and Kim now fully preoccupied with each other, Alan moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting up against the closet door behind it. He tapped twice against the door, which was a prearranged signal to Sean, asking if everything was all right.

It took some time because Sean was practically out of his mind with arousal, but Sean eventually replied with two knocks by using his forehead. That meant that he was okay. Actually, Sean had a whole host of things he wanted to tell Alan, but he couldn't exactly talk with a gag in his mouth.

Sean did have a "bad" side, even if he didn't really realize it himself. But Alan had guessed it was there from little things he'd observed, like an occasional cruel streak in Sean's humor, and that was a major reason why he'd chosen Sean as his sexual apprentice. If Sean had been able to speak, he would have raved about how astounded he was that Alan's treatment of Heather was actually arousing him. True, he was furiously angry at Alan, too, and probably would have punched him for insulting his "angel" if his hands were free, but the very fact that he saw Heather as an angel amplified his sexual arousal upon seeing her act like a devil and treated like a whore. The fact that she responded so well to this only added fuel to the fire of his lusts.

Alan tapped the closet door again in a pattern that had no meaning to Sean. Then Alan leaned forward and said, "Heather, it's nice of you to say that your body belongs to me, but I know that's not true. For one thing, you're far too much of a skanky slut to save yourself only for me. You can hardly go twenty-four hours without sticking something in your holes. And to be honest, I'm generally too busy with pussy much more tasty and tempting than yours. … Hey. Are you listening to me?"

After some grunts, Heather answered in a somewhat strained voice, "Yes, sir!" Kim's mouth was locked onto Heather's pussy like a leech. That, plus Heather having to keep her hands around her ankles, and her legs straight, made it very difficult for her to concentrate. But her position caused her large, tanned boobs to dangle and bob in the most delightful ways as she trembled and shook from the pleasure she was getting from Kim eating her out, something both Alan and Sean greatly appreciated.

Alan continued, "All I ask is that you only have sex with the people I say you can have sex with. Obey me, and I will reward you with many quality partners, such as Kim here. So think of me as a kind of pimp. Except that you're such a slut, you'll fuck anyone I tell you to fuck, and you'll do it for free. How do you like that?"

"Oh, yes, sir! You're my master and my pimp!"

"In fact," Alan went on, "you're such a slut, that maybe I should make you into some kind of anti-whore. Rather than having people pay to fuck you, you should pay THEM hard cash for doing you the favor of filling up your holes. What do you think about that?"

"If you say so, sir. Thank you, sir! But the only thing I really want in me is your big thick cock! Everything else is just marking time, sir."

Kim snorted while pussy licking, as if to say, "What about me?" But Heather didn't pay that any mind.

Meanwhile, Alan's secret knocking combination had set Alan's "surprise or two" in motion. Sean had been trying to rub his penis against the closet door slats in a desperate attempt to get some kind of friction going. But he stopped when he heard some very loud rustling coming from behind him, deeper in the closet. He jerked his head around, and saw movement, but it was so dark that he couldn't tell who or what it was. His eyes had been staring out through the slats into the bright and sunny room, so he was effectively blind when looking into the back of the closet.

But he could sense something drawing nearer. His heart pounded with fear and excitement. As a child, he'd had the usual irrational fear of a monster hiding in his closet (with another monster under his bed), and in his emotional turmoil he momentarily imagined that the monster was real after all and had finally come to get him. But then he heard a voice above the Talking Heads blaring on the stereo. It whispered, "Hi." That was all. He couldn't figure out who it was just from that one word, but he did determine that the voice was female.

That was a great relief for him. In a flash, he realized, Shit! Alan's had someone else buried in the closet all this time, just to surprise me! Fuckin' A. It sure as hell worked! No way! But who is it? … Fuck, with everything I've been learning about my friend, it could be anyone! The only thing I know is she's probably hot and ready for sex!

He could feel the woman's breath on his face, she was so close. He could also feel her arm pressing into his as she finished pushing her way through the rack of clothes so she could stand next to him. He still couldn't see much, though, except for an outline of her head that showed she had very short but stylish hair. Then he felt a hand go to his leg and work its way to his crotch. She felt the large lump in his shorts, and her voice made some appreciative purring noises. He expected her to unzip his shorts next, but instead, he felt two hands on the waistband of his shorts, and then, moments later, found his shorts dangling just above his knees.

He was so aroused that he knew it wouldn't be long before he reached a great climax. He'd lost track of what was happening out in the room, but he turned some of his attention there to help himself go over the edge.

Alan was now sitting on the floor, licking Kim's pussy, while Kim was sitting up on her knees, licking Heather's pussy. But this didn't last for long. Heather cried out, and her legs buckled as a tremendous orgasm swept through her body. It took her so unexpectedly that she fell forward and crumpled to the floor in a heap. She had just enough presence of mind to stick her arms out and break her fall enough to prevent herself from getting hurt.

Alan and Kim stopped what they were doing to each other and laughed at Heather's tumble. Alan said to Kim, "Someone who can lick that selfish slut nearly to death deserves a reward. How would you like it? In the mouth? The cunt? What's your pleasure?"

"Hmm. Tough call. I guess the cunt, since you offer that so rarely."

Alan nodded, then went and got a condom out of the backpack he'd brought. He noted what a rarity wearing a condom had become for him. He felt comfortable trusting in the birth control used by the likes of his family four, but he didn't want to take any chances with "outsiders" like Kim.

Sean looked at Heather sprawled out on the ground, lying on her side. Her tight black leather mini-skirt was now mashed up around her lower back, leaving her ass entirely exposed. Her pussy and sex juices could be clearly seen, too. She happened to be facing the right way so he could see most of her sizable chest and gorgeous face as well.

Just the sight of her like that was nearly enough to set Sean's penis off (he'd started to learn PC muscle control, but hadn't progressed very far yet). But then the mystery hands that had dropped his shorts and left him like that finally took the next step. As soon as he felt two hands grasp his penis, he lost all control.

One big reason why Sean had been fighting his climax strenuously was that he didn't know where he could safely shoot his cum. But by now he was too horny to care. He let out a great yell (largely muffled by the gag) and spurted all over the slats in the closet door in front of him.

CHAPTER 3

Alan heard Sean's muffled cry over the loud Talking Heads music, and looked at Kim. She'd heard it too, and knew what it was. They both looked to Heather, and guessed she was unconscious, but they couldn't be sure.

Alan considered leaning right up against the closet door and whispering to Sean, but Kim was sitting on top of him now, energetically grinding her hips down onto his penis. So he decided to keep silent. He realized that Sean couldn't talk back with the gag in his mouth in any case, so there wasn't much point in talking.

However, Kim leaned over towards the closet door and ran her hand across one of the door's slats. She held up a finger for Alan's benefit and whispered, "Look."

Alan laughed. Some of Sean's cum had dribbled down the slats and could be seen from the outside if one looked for it closely.

Kim smiled and licked the cum into her mouth. She made a loud "Mmmm" sound as she savored the cum. Then she and Alan resumed their grinding.

Meanwhile, inside the closet, Sean's eyesight was slowly returning. He was so overcome from his climax that he would have fallen to the ground, except there was no room to do so. He'd laid back into the nearly solid mass of clothes behind him instead, and slumped down a bit until his knees pressed against the closet door and held him up. As his mental clarity slowly returned, he realized a hand held his ass up, even as it fondled his butt. Another hand was still holding his penis, which was exciting, but he didn't have Alan's powers of quick regeneration.

So he focused his attention on the outline of the head connected to the hands, and slowly the details came into view. Janice! Holy shit! That's Janice! Damn, I should have known. I'll bet Alan is fucking the entire cheerleading squad, except of course for his sister. Shit, between Kim and Heather out there, Janice in here, and his girlfriend Amy, the only one left is Joy! Wow! And to think that just weeks ago I thought he was a virgin like me.

Janice hadn't looked out the slats yet so her eyesight was much more adjusted to the darkness. She saw the look of recognition cross his face. After giving him a chance to adjust, she whispered directly in his ear. Thanks to the music, there was no chance anyone could hear, not even Kim or Alan.

"Hi Sean. How you doing? Alan's told us aaaalll about you. He said that we're not allowed to fuck anyone, male or female, unless they're on his approval list. That got me kind of pissed off that he'd be that commanding, until I saw who was on the list. And guess what? Can you guess whose names are on the list?"

Sean shook his head no, since trying to speak through the tight gag would be futile.

Janice pulled Sean's shirt up to his shoulders, much like Heather's black top was, so she could run her hands across his chest. "Well, it turns out that we get to have Heather as much as we like, in any way that we like. I've got some serious issues with that bitch and I'm going to have sooo much fun playing with her and teaching her some lessons. But that's not all. We get access to some prime beauties, like Heather's friend Simone."

Her voice then turned pouty and disappointed. "The only problem is that there just isn't much cock on the list, aside from the far too busy Alan and Joy's boyfriend Dean." Janice nibbled sexily on Sean's ear, which for reasons he couldn't have understood, even if he wasn't already in sexual shock, gave him the most incredibly ticklish sensation in his lower back he'd ever felt. Janice continued whispering while stroking his ear with her tongue. "Which brings me to you. Would you like to be on that list? Would you like to fuck more than half the cheerleading squad and some of their sexiest friends?"

By this time, Sean was starting to get hot. Not in terms of arousal - he'd been at the boiling point for some time now, and his penis was rapidly rising again, thanks to Janice's sexy whispers and the way one of her hands was sawing a finger in and out of his asshole and the other hand was rubbing his penis and balls. His body was getting literally hot as well, thanks to the small size of the closet and the body heat. Sweat poured down his face and he trembled with fear and excitement.

He abruptly pressed his face close to the slats in front of him so he could breathe some fresh air. That also gave him a great view of Heather's naked body, not to mention Kim and Alan fucking much closer to him. He imagined being on that list and being able to do anything with Heather at any time, just like Janice could. Then the sight of Kim and Heather sucking Alan's penis at the same time popped into his mind, and he imagined that it was him being treated so royally, and not Alan. It was all so sexy and arousing that he couldn't think straight.

But then his long-held dream of having Heather as a normal girlfriend that was his, and his alone, came back into his mind strongly. He frowned at the implications of the list idea. Did Alan say he was stuffing Heather's ass with a dildo all during school? And now he's calling her nasty names and offering her to Janice and others like a sex toy?! Heather IS a whore, but only because Alan made her that way! He's corrupted her! He IS her pimp! And now he's dragging me into this mess, tempting me with other girls, so I'll be too corrupted to save her! Asshole! I've been tricked! Why, when I get my hands on him, I'll-

Janice's face was only inches from Sean's, and her body was all over his like an octopus. She sensed his change of mood and saw his bewildered smile turn into a frown, then into an angry grimace. She withdrew into the back of the closet.

A few moments later, she pushed her way back through the clothes up to Sean, and put her hands right back where they'd been. Sean didn't understand why she did that, but his mind was busy with other things.

Meanwhile, Heather was starting to stir. Sean watched intently through the slats as Heather sat up. She failed to notice Sean or even his cum dripping down some of the slats, and instead focused her attention on Alan and Kim going at it.

Heather nearly whispered, "Alan? Sir? What are you doing? I thought you invited me here so you'd fuck me in the ass. You promised! I was so good and obedient! You said I'd done well and that this would be my reward. Why are you torturing me like this?!" She ran her hands over her chest and stomach, hoping to draw his attention.

"True," Alan grunted as Kim impaled herself down on his penis yet again, doing it over and over. "And maybe I will, if you show the right attitude. But you're not the only one I need to reward. Kim, UH! … Kim has been so giving, with her house and so much more, that she needs a reward too. … Mmmm, good! … There are other people than you, you know."

"I know," Heather pouted. She stood up and walked to the edge of the bed, keeping her legs slightly spread so Alan had a great view of her juicy snatch.

Alan huffed, "Most normal people would have said 'I'm sorry,' especially after the way .. UGH! … The way you've been pushing Kim around." Seeing that he'd have to talk some more, he had Kim nearly come to a stop on top of him.

He caught his breath for a few moments, then continued with his eyes glued to Heather's sweaty skin, "You need to be taught humility. From now on, you're going to be Kim's slave and obey her every command."

Kim squealed with glee and clapped her hands. This was news to her. In fact, it was part of a new plan Alan had just thought of hours before, and he still hadn't told everyone it would affect. She lifted herself up and impaled herself down to help show her appreciation.

"In fact, you're going to- UGH! Kim, stop for a second! … Heather, you're going to be the slave of all the other cheerleaders, and command the group in name only. You're going to be the slave of Simone, too, and anyone else I say, until you learn things like manners, respect, and dare I say it, even kindness. We're doing this to make you a better person. Plus, it's fun to have you as a sex toy. Kim, I said stop! I can't talk when you're fucking me so much!"

"Yes, sir," Kim said obediently. She finally stopped altogether.

"Do I have any say in this?" Heather said in a dejected voice. Her attitude would have been very different except that her need for an ass fucking was so great. Her ass was in control and her brain was forced to say what her ass wanted her to say.

"No. What do you think of that?"

Heather thought about it. As with almost everything regarding Alan, she was badly conflicted. One part of her wanted to scream, Yes! Share me with everyone! Loan me out to the whole school! Tie me up naked in a public place and let everyone have their way with me! But another part of her bristled and rebelled. She loved being Alan's exhibitionist anal slut, but she hated the idea of being his slave. If anything, she thought Alan was the one who should be her slave. She growled with determination, "You can have my body, but you'll never have my mind."

"That's the spirit! I know you. You'll take this as a challenge and rise back to the top within months. Outside our S-Club group, you'll still be the same proud Heather." He lifted a hand to cup one of her buttocks and let a couple of his fingers teasingly tickle her anus. "But inside, deep inside that hungrily bitchy butt of yours, you'll be learning humility... one assfuck at a time." Mindful that Sean was watching and listening, he let go of Heather's backside and added, "Think about all the dozens and dozens of boys and girls you fucked before you met me. You fucked so many strange guys that it's a miracle you don't have an STD already. But none of them truly lit your fire until you met me. Now I'm going to make sure an entire group keeps you in sexual heaven every single day. What more could you want? Why fight it?"

Heather thought about that. Why SHOULD I fight it? That does sound pretty damn good. No, I'm forgetting my goal. He's trying to push me onto others so he can do other things, things that don't involve me! I am not going to settle for second best. I deserve the best and I'll accept nothing less! I want Alan as mine, and mine alone! But I'll play along with his latest craziness at least as long as it gets me one more butt fuck. Oh God, I need it so BAD! Then I'll have to come up with my own plan to beat his. "Okay, you win. … Sir. How can I help? Perhaps we can get Kim off together?" She then proceeded to climb up onto the bed.

Janice had been meaning to say some things to Sean to calm his mood, but instead she and Sean found themselves listening intently to Alan and Heather's exchange. What was said went a long way towards calming Sean's rage, especially the mention that Heather was so sexually promiscuous before she met Alan. Sean still believed that Heather was being corrupted by Alan, but now he was too confused and distracted to put his thoughts together.

As Heather climbed onto Alan's legs and began to play with Kim's breasts and back, Sean redirected some of his attention to what was happening in the closet. Janice's face was so close to his that he could feel her every breath. He could feel her naked breasts pressing into his arm and her legs snaked around his. One of her hands rubbed his chest and the other played with his asshole. Two more hands gripped his penis tightly and stroked up and down.

Wait a minute, Sean thought. One, two, three… FOUR hands! How can there be four hands?! He looked around frantically until he noticed a large mass of hair on the other side of him from where Janice stood. He instantly recognized the unique, puffy hairstyle. Joy! Joy's here, too! Of course. It makes sense. She's in on this as well. I guess that answers the question of whether Alan is fucking the entire cheerleading squad. But fuck! I'm in the same small closet with two hot cheerleaders. NAKED cheerleaders, too, if Joy's taken her clothes off like Janice has! This is too wild! TOO. FUCKING. WILD!

Sean got so excited that he almost completely forgot his issues with Alan and his desire to have Heather all for himself.

Joy sensed from the way that he turned and bounced about excitedly that he knew she was there. So she squeezed herself in front of him, pressing her back hard into the closet door's slats, and began cocksucking.

Janice, watching Joy, whispered in Sean's ears, "Remember what I was saying about that list? Guess what? Your name is on that list, too. Alan's at the top. He gets first choice of all the women. Then you and Dean. Then all us girls. Then Heather at the bottom - she has to obey any guy or girl who wants her. That means you can take any of us at any time. Why, if you wanted to fuck Joy or me right now, we'd have to spread our legs and obey. … What's that, you say? You're ready to fuck right now? Who do you want, me or Joy? What's that? I can't hear you." Janice laughed a little bit at her private joke, because she knew that Sean couldn't say anything at all, thanks to the gag in his mouth. But she was serious about her list comments. That was basically the agreement she and Joy had made with Alan when he made the offer to them just before cheerleader practice.

Satisfied that her verbal efforts were having an effect, Janice dropped down to her knees as well, but still behind Sean, and licked along his ass crack. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she imagined just how hard, shocked, and aroused Sean must be.

Sean's eyes rolled into his head and he tightened all his muscles in an extreme effort not to cum. Looking through the slats, he could see and hear Alan and Kim climaxing, and he knew that Heather would be Alan's next target. He didn't want to have a flaccid penis when he watched Alan take her. He closed his eyes and moaned in such agony that Joy heard his struggle and eased up on her cocksucking just enough to keep him from going over the edge. He wanted to swat her away, but bound as he was, he couldn't move his hands. He couldn't even wipe away the sweat rolling into his eyes. Somehow, being helpless like this was even more of a turn on.

He looked back out and saw Kim arching her back dramatically and her arms flailing around above her head as she screamed like a banshee. The only thing he could make out was "YEEESSSS SIIIIRRRR!" Heather's hands and face seemed busy with Kim's ass, but Sean couldn't see exactly what was happening there. Alan seemed relatively calm compared to Kim, but he too was yelling and thrusting and sweating.

The sight was too much for Sean. What especially got him was seeing Heather's head down low, but her naked ass up high as she wiggled about between Alan's legs. He tried to send a mental thought to Joy. Joy, please! Stop all together or I'm going to lose it! Stop sucking my cock! Please! NoooOOOOoooo!

He lost it. It seemed like gallons of jism poured out into Joy's mouth. It felt as if each time Janice thrust her finger up his ass again, it forced another rope out of him until his balls were drained dry. Once again, he collapsed into the mass of clothes behind him, except this time he was better supported by Janice and Joy.

CHAPTER 4

Sean retained just enough consciousness to hear what was happening outside.

Kim said, "God, Alan, that was the fuck of my life. Sir! I officially renounce my lesbian status after that. Fuuucck!"

Alan said, with a calm that surprised him, "You never were a lesbian. You're bisexual all the way, but with an aversion to serious male relationships, which I can understand. But please don't call me 'sir'. That term is reserved just for Heather to show she's my bitchslut. The lowest of the low."

"Yes, sir!" Kim replied, then giggled.

Alan savored his new word invention. "Hmm. Bitchslut. I really like that. Heather, if one word can describe the person you are now, that's the word. But we're going to change you."

There was a loud thump somewhere in the room. Sean leaned forward and looked back out to see that Kim had flopped off the bed and was lazing on the ground. It was Heather's turn and there wasn't enough room on the bed for Kim to rest there.

Heather looked at Kim and growled meaningfully. She thought, Kim, you are so fucking dead. I'm Alan's one and only bitchslut, and only I can use the word 'sir'! If you so much as mouth those three letters, your life is going to be a living nightmare! Heather interpreted Alan's declaration of her being his "bitchslut" and "the lowest of the low" as meaning that she was special. In her mind, Alan was saying that there were two types of women in his life: his special bitchslut, and "those others" who didn't have the "privilege" of calling him "sir." Such was the way Heather's mind worked.

Heather felt a great need to redeem herself. She'd recovered from her earlier great orgasm and now wanted to sexually overwhelm Alan, to help show that she was worthy of the special status he had granted her. He was flaccid though, so she set to work changing that.

Only a minute or two after Kim had rolled off of him, Heather crawled up the bed, dragging her mighty orbs all over his skin. She cooed, "Alan, sir," - she shot Kim a superior look as she said that - "it's true. I am your bitchslut. I love that word! I don't care what you say, my body does belong to you. Others may borrow it, but you own it. Especially my ass! Do I not have the best ass? Am I not the best ass fuck you've ever had? Take my ass!" She got so worked up over her ass that she quickly flipped around and shoved her ass up towards his face. That put her chest over his groin, so she pushed her tits together then slid his only slightly turgid penis into her cleavage.

Alan thought to himself, No, Heather, as a matter of fact you're not even close to my favorite ass or favorite assfuck. Amy is the ass queen now. But of course I can't let you know that or you'd probably rip her hair out. Instead, he said, "I'll admit, you do have a nice and strong, powerfully toned muscular ass, my blonde anal Amazon, but it's not my absolute favorite and you definitely have room for improvement if you want to become my number one ideal ass. The problem is, you cover it up too much with your conservative clothes."

Janice, Joy, and Kim all snickered, though luckily the Stop Making Sense soundtrack still blared and covered up the fact that some of the laughs were coming from inside the closet.

Alan went on, "Heather, if you have such a nice ass, you need to show it off. Why do you cover it at all, even with butt floss? From now on, you should cut off the backs of all your skirts, shorts, and jeans. No panties, nothing. You should go to school completely bare-assed."

"Oh my GOD!" Heather nearly screamed. She was extremely aroused by the idea. If there was one thing she loved as much as all things anal, it was public exhibitionism, so the thought of exposing her ass in public was beyond fantastic. Heather was so aroused that she dropped down and licked Alan's flaccid penis, still covered with a condom and Kim's juices. She surprised even herself by pulling the condom off with her teeth, then she licked his penis clean as it slowly rebounded back to full size.

Alan's own words were exciting him more than anything else, and he even found enough strength returning to run his hands over Heather's trembling ass cheeks, which were still inches from his face. He said, "Heather, what if I'm walking down the halls in school and I see you, and I feel the urge to fuck your ass then and there? I don't want to bother even flipping a skirt out of the way, and I certainly don't want to waste time pulling panties aside. Your only role is to bend over, touch your toes, and present me with a lubed up asshole whenever I see you."

"God YES! Alan, sir, please! No more talking! Fuck me now! Take my ass, NOW! Dammit! Do it!" Mere cocksucking wasn't enough to show her excitement; she began frantically pumping Alan's penis through her cleavage, and licking the tip as it popped through.

He raised his head a couple of inches and flicked his tongue over her asshole. That caused her to moan and groan even louder. He went on, while mauling her ass cheeks and probing her pussy and asshole as if he owned them, "However, there's a problem. From now on, your ass is usually going to be stuffed with plastic cock. I think that in the future we should only use the kind that sticks out for many inches. That way, everyone will know you're my butt slut. You won't be able to sit down in class because of this giant Bitch Trainer sticking out of your naked ass all day. You'll have to stand in front of the class, facing the chalkboard, showing off your completely exposed, dildo-stuffed ass to everyone. It may make it hard for anyone to focus on the teacher, especially as you'll constantly flex your butt cheeks and bend over, but that's how it goes. Of course, everyone will lust after your ass if they don't already, but only those on the S-Club list will be allowed to touch it."

"But what if... what if others want to touch it anyways?" Heather asked, breathless with excitement.

"Of course all kinds of people will grope you there and elsewhere all day long, but maybe if I put a big tattoo on one ass cheek that says 'Alan's' and another tattoo on the other that says 'bitchslut', that might cut back a bit on the random fingering of your pussy and asshole."

Heather turned around so she could look Alan in the face. Surprisingly, there were tears rolling down her cheeks. "Alan, sir, please! For the love of God, fuck me now! If you keep talking so sexy like that, I... I can't take it! I can't take it!" Her whole body whimpered and shivered with pure lust. She couldn't believe how much the idea of having a large tattoo proclaiming Alan's ownership (of her ass!) turned her on.

Meanwhile, back in the closet, Sean was amazed to find that he'd grown an erection again almost as quickly as Alan did. Sean had already cum twice whereas Alan had cum only once, and Sean never, ever, recovered this quickly. But Heather had a special, spellbinding effect on him. He'd always been focused on her breasts, but all this talk of her walking down the busy school halls with a skirt on her front half but nothing covering her ass was rapidly turning him into an ass man. The fact that her ass was right there in front of him, constantly squirming and flexing as if prowling the air, searching for something to be impaled upon, helped matters considerably.

He heard some urgent whispering between Joy and Janice, right behind his head. Suddenly Janice turned him 90 degrees so he was staring at Joy's back. Janice whispered, "Joy won the bet. She gets to be fucked first. For some reason, we're both in the mood for anal so bad all of the sudden, but we don't know how. We need Alan to show us how to take a cock that way, so you're going to have to do her doggy-style instead."

Joy was on all fours now, pressed in the narrow space between the clothing and the closet door. Janice pushed Sean to his knees, rolled a condom onto his penis, then used her hands to feed his penis into Joy's steamy pussy. But Janice herself was so turned on that she continued to stroke and fondle his penis for quite a long time, and in fact seemed unwilling to give it up. The only reason she eventually relented and pushed his penis into Joy's hole was because Joy was starting to make annoyed moans, and Janice worried about Heather overhearing them.

Finally, Sean was in. However, the prospect of fucking the sexy brunette cheerleader only held but a fraction of his attention. He turned his head and plastered his eyes to the slats so he could see what was happening with Heather. Now that he was on his knees, he was nearly level with Heather's ass, wiggling just a few feet in front of him. He could make out every single bead of sweat and drop of girl-cum so clearly that he could almost taste her skin.

Janice need not have worried about Heather overhearing anything - Heather was completely insane with lusty anal desires.

Alan leaned over Heather and got into a doggy-style position of his own, with their butts pointed towards the closet. As he lined up his big erection with her asshole, he said matter-of-factly, "The other problem with keeping you stuffed with a Bitch Trainer like that is we've got to get that out quickly if the urge to fuck your ass suddenly hits me. So Simone will have to be with you at all times. She's your official dildo mistress, as you know. She's also pretty muscular and athletic, so she can help fend off all the gang rapists from getting to you ... most of the time. Of course we'll have to let them win a couple of times a day at least, or it would just be too cruel on the guys. And if she walks around topless, that'll help divert some attention from your ass. In fact, you should walk around topless too, so there will be crowds in front of AND behind you wherever you go."

"Oh, sir! If you don't fuck my ass this very instant, I'm going to die! DIE! PLEEEAAASE!"

Alan finally showed some mercy. His penis was drenched with cum and pre-cum, so he rammed it into her with one big push. He was surprised to find that her sphincter was still remarkably tight despite the fact that such a big dildo had been inside her all day. Yet she was still nowhere near as tight as Amy. He was able to get it all in with one massive and (for Heather) very painful push.

Heather screamed as if she was being split in two. There was an incredible agony in her voice, as if she'd just been branded with a hot iron, and Alan worried that he might have really hurt her and caused Heather's ass to bleed. However, he needn't have worried so much because Heather had an unusually strong and muscular ass that could take a tremendous amount of abuse. At the same time, her voice carried the unmistakable sound of pure ecstasy. As her cries continued, less pain could be heard, and more pleasure. Her whole body convulsed and shuddered as her asshole rippled powerfully up and down, all along and around his deeply embedded penis, as a great orgasmic wave of deep anal fulfillment washed over her.

Alan had only gotten hard a few minutes before, but he very nearly lost it from the way her ass kept clenching and squeezing his entire penis in unexpected ways. At times it felt as if his penis would be completely crushed, but it hurt "really good". Finally, Heather's tremendous anal climax ended and her body fell back and to the side, taking the still-attached Alan down with her and crashing him into the closet door on the way down.

Alan's ass only lightly banged the closet door as they collapsed together, but it was enough to cause Janice and Joy to scream in surprise (Sean yelled as well, but that muffled sound could hardly be heard by anyone).

Alan and the rest thought that their ruse had been discovered by Heather for sure, but Heather was so out of it that, if asked at that moment what her name was, she wouldn't have had a clue. The screaming of very close female voices registered in her head at some level, but her brain wasn't really capable of thinking about anything beyond her butt at the moment.

Alan was also too overcome to do much. He thought about pulling his penis out just to rest a while, but that took more energy than leaving it where it was inside her. Besides, the aftershocks of Heather's anal orgasm were still rumbling through her, and they felt so good to him that he wouldn't miss them for anything, so he left his still hard penis in her. Although he hadn't actually cum himself, he felt like he'd just had one of the best orgasms of his life.

CHAPTER 5

Several long minutes passed. The Talking Heads album was coming to an end, and the song "Take Me to The River" was playing. For a while, Alan lost himself in the music, singing along: "Take me to the river. Wash me in the water. Dip me in the river. Washin' me down…" He was loving life, even though his body was surprisingly exhausted. The only other sounds he could hear were a gentle, rhythmic thumping coming from the closet behind him, and the pounding of his own heart.

All of the sudden Heather began talking in a voice that was nearly a mad rant. "You see? You see what I mean?! Everybody thinks I'm crazy. 'What happened to the old Heather?' Why do I let myself get pushed around? Why am I LOSING?! I never lose! But how can I resist that kind of assfuck? It's like a drug. Like the most addictive crack imaginable … except it's my ass crack!" She burst into delirious laughter at this minor joke, and laughed so loud and so long that Alan half-worried that she was really losing her mind. He wasn't even sure if she'd been talking to him, or herself, or what.

Then, just as suddenly, she turned her head back around to look at Alan and said, "Alan! Sir! Bitchslut Heather reporting for buttfucking duty. Sir!" She gave him a military salute, then laughed a bit more. "Will crush cocks for cum, sir!" she enthusiastically added. Her asshole rippled and throbbed with powerful muscular contractions all around his deeply imbedded penis. The strength of the pressure she exerted caught Alan by surprise.

Alan had never seen Heather so happy and carefree. It was as if all her walls and facades had seemingly come down all at once. At first she seemed crazy, but she passed through that and now she seemed kind, loving, and just plain adorable. She wore a very silly grin with the pure innocent emotion of a little child.

"It's just my gut feeling, but I seriously believe that there's a loving and wonderful Heather in there, somewhere, trying to get out." As Alan looked at Heather, he heard his own words from that morning echo through his mind. Wow. I guessed right... and what a wonderful woman she is. I can hardly believe it!

Sean continued to plow into Joy with abandon, still going doggy-style, and flopped over her with his hands behind his back. Janice had tried her best to get involved, but had some trouble since she was facing his back. But after a little while she'd knelt and used one hand to alternately feed Sean's penis in and out of Joy, or play with his balls. Her other hand worked on her own clit and pussy.

The only problem Sean faced was that he wanted to watch Heather in action more than anything, but couldn't always keep his face near the slats, since he couldn't move his hands or arms. But he caught enough. He was especially transfixed by the sight of Heather in her post-orgasmic glow. In fact, seeing her like that was almost an epiphany. He thought, as if struck by a religious vision, Yes. That's her. The girl of my dreams! The Heather I've known all along. The pure Heather. The good Heather. MY Heather! Thank you, Alan! I don't know what you did with her before, but I forgive it all now for giving me the chance to see this unforgettable sight.

Sean was so overcome with euphoria and a renewed sense of purpose to make Heather his very own that he very nearly forgot he was in a fuck sandwich between two cheerleaders. The pleasure they were giving him was almost incidental. Luckily, his hips and penis were able to run on autopilot, because his mental focus was almost entirely devoted to Heather.

Heather, with Alan's penis still deep in her hungrily clutching ass, raised her top half up on her forearms and looked around the room as if trying to figure out where she was. Her eyes fell on Kim, sitting on the floor next to the bed. Both Alan and Heather had completely forgotten Kim was there.

Kim sat naked, probably basking in her own self-induced orgasmic glow. She seemed quite content to quietly watch and listen.

Heather took Kim's presence in stride and said, "Kim! Did you see that? Alan just gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of my entire life, and all he did was put his dick in me! He didn't even move it around or anything. That's still coming up! Can you believe it? He did it all with anticipation. All that talk about me walking around bare-assed. Fuck! I'm getting so hot just thinking about it again, not to mention this giant tree trunk still plugging my ass. I'm in heaven!" Heather arched her back and stretched languidly, while her ass rippled and pulsed strongly with pleasure around Alan's imprisoned penis.

Kim looked a bit wistful. "I know. I saw it. I heard it. It was amazing. I just wish someone would say those kinds of things about me and my ass, but I'm still so bony."

Alan, being the chivalrous guy that he was, kindly said, "Kim, you're still growing into your body. Heather's a little older than you, and she's matured faster, but you'll catch up. You know as well as I do that getting on the cheerleading squad isn't so much a matter of skill as it's a matter of beauty, so that makes you one of the very most beautiful girls out of the one thousand plus girls here in this school."

Heather replied before Kim could. "A great fucker and a gentleman. I WANT this man! Alan. Sir. Your bitchslut's ass is ready for a good solid pounding. Ready for buttfucking whenever you are, sir." She pulled herself and Alan back up into a better fucking position.

Kim smiled at Alan and stood up to put on some more music, given that the Talking Heads album had just ended.

Back in the closet, Sean's mouth hung agape. He couldn't square the new vision of the "angelic" Heather he'd just caught a glimpse of with the words she'd just uttered and what she was doing. It appeared that only her face had changed; her mind was as wanton and sinful as ever. Then, as Alan began to rhythmically thrust into Heather's ass, to her obvious and very vocal delight, it really hit home to Sean that another man was fucking his dream girl while he was merely secretly watching. He suddenly felt ashamed that he was fucking someone else, and he nearly went flaccid in Joy's pussy. Nearly, but not quite: what Joy and Janice were doing together was simply too arousing for his body not to respond.

As Alan and Heather picked up the pace of their fucking, Alan called Heather dirty names more and more enthusiastically as his energy level began to surge.

Heather replied with even more enthusiasm. The two words of the day seemed to be Alan's new invention, "bitchslut," and "sir." Heather positively loved the word "sir", now that she knew it was a word for her alone, and was saying it about every other word. She even pulled her ponytail out of its tie so as to whip her hair around with increasing energy and excitement as she thrashed her hips in time with Alan's penetrating thrusts.

Every so often, Heather would ram her ass back onto Alan's penis and shake, rattle, and roll through another anal orgasm while Alan flexed his PC muscle. Afterwards, they'd change positions and start fucking again, sometimes even before Heather had recovered. Alan's control and stamina seemed almost inhuman in the face of Heather's sexual demands as he rode her on the bed, off the bed, while he was pinned against the wall, then pinning her against the wall, and all around the room. The two of them were practically insatiable, although Heather was the only one who just couldn't stop cumming.

Before long, Sean found himself crying. Partially, he was sad and hurt at seeing the insults given and so gratefully received. But more than that, it struck him that Alan was extremely talented at sex. At first, he was filled with bravado, and thought, Alan, you think you're so good, but I'll show you! When Heather makes love to me then she's going to know what pleasure really is, because I'm the one who really loves her. I'll be just like Darth Vader telling Obi-Wan Kenobi, "Now the apprentice has become the master."

Sean hoped to buoy himself with those words, but instead they just made him feel worse, and he actually broke into tears for the first time in years. No. Who am I trying to fool? This isn't some fucking movie, this is my best friend really fucking MY Heather! I've been learning so much this last week, mostly thanks to Xania, but there's no way I can compete with that. He knows exactly how to hit every single one of Heather's buttons, as if he can read her mind. I'll never be able to please her as well as he's pleased her today. There's no way! She clearly loves him in some weird way, and she still barely knows I'm alive! She'll never be mine. Never!

He sighed. But on the other hand, she'll never really be Alan's, either. She had dozens of partners before she even met him! She IS a wanton slut! Look at her! All the names he's calling her are true! But I don't care. I love her! I know it'll only give me pain and sorrow, but I'm going to keep on loving my beautiful angel bitchslut whore no matter what!

Sean's body seemed to be act as though it was completely divorced from his mind, and his penis kept fucking even as he cried and felt sorry for himself. He finally came into Joy (though technically, into the condom he was wearing). He was relieved the sex was over, for him at least. He didn't want to be with Joy or Janice any more and didn't want to see or hear Alan and Heather anymore, although Heather's seemingly incessant cries of anal pleasure made that rather difficult. He cried out into his gag so much after the sex was over for him that eventually Joy responded and pulled the gag away. She could see he was still crying, so she and Janice took turns French kissing him. It distracted him enough that his tears stopped flowing, but his heartrending sorrow remained.

Sean whispered to the two cheerleaders that he needed his arms free. So together they managed to take the ropes off. He'd wanted to do so many things with his hands, earlier, but now that they were free his spirit was low and all he did was stretch his arms and hands to get the blood flowing again. Then he put his hands over his ears so he wouldn't have to hear any more of Heather begging Alan to pound her insatiably horny asshole. Sean had as much as he could take, and still his dream girl kept thrusting her butt onto another man's hard erection and grinding her hips into him with lustful abandon, obviously with no intention of stopping anytime soon. The fact that Kim had picked another lively album to play (Sly and the Family Stone's greatest hits) helped to drown out the sounds of hot and heavy sex.

Finally, at long last, it was all over. Sean couldn't help but hear yet more orgasmic yelling coming from the bed, but even that too eventually faded away, and then there was nothing but songs like "Everyday People" and "Stand." The happy mood of the songs seemed cruelly ironic to him.

Heather ended up falling again, and wound up on the floor this time. She sat there for a while, silent, letting the intensity of the shattering experience wash over her as she panted for air. She'd never felt so drained or so profoundly satisfied in her life. She thought, Good God, if I wasn't an anal addict before, I sure am now! Nobody's ever made me feel like that before. Fucking hell, he pounded my hole but good. Heather felt a deep sense of contentment radiating outwards from the sexual heat still burning inside her well fucked ass. Now if only he'd flood my ass with that delicious cum of his, life would be perfect. Her internal muscles pulsed and throbbed in eager endorsement of that idea.

Joy and Janice continued to kiss Sean and try to cheer him up. They were slowly making progress, though he was still flaccid.

But the three froze when they heard Heather say in a loud but weary voice, "By the way, sir, what's all that noise I've been hearing coming from the closet? Is it just my imagination, sir? I vaguely recall even hearing some screaming from in there. Now that I think about it, I'm almost sure of it."

She got up off of the floor onto her own unsteady legs and began weakly trying to pull the bed away from the closet door so she could open it . But then Alan got up too (he was none too steady either while standing up) and whispered in her ear. Remarkably, he said something that made her abandon her efforts.

Alan, Kim, and Heather walked out of the room together a short time later, although Alan and Heather more staggered and wobbled than walked.

CHAPTER 6

Some minutes passed, then Alan and Kim came back into Kim's bedroom. They moved the bed the rest of the way away from the closet.

Alan said to the closet door, "Heather's gone now. You can come out."

Sean, Joy, and Janice opened the door together, then they all stumbled out into the bright light of the room. The three of them seemed dazed, especially Sean, and for a minute or two they just stretched and adjusted to the light while saying a few things like, "Wow," and "Crazy shit."

Then Sean stood before Alan and stared into his eyes. He said, "Man, I don't know. I don't know if I should punch you or hug you or praise you or kill you or what. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer nearly the whole time. I don't know if I'll EVER recover from that. What a mind-fuck! And other kinds of fucks!" He stared at Alan some more, then impulsively gave him a hug. But both of them were naked, and as they recalled this fact they both jerked away from each other, ending the hug nearly before it began.

Alan sat down on the floor and leaned back on the bed, exhausted, while Sean flopped on the bed and the others plopped down and collapsed elsewhere in the room. Sean covered his crotch up with the corner of a bed sheet, but Alan had been naked far too often lately to bother with covering himself.

Alan wearily said, "Sean, I know you must be confused right now. This is like shock therapy. You saw how much of a slut Heather truly is. But did you see the good side of her, too? I did. It comes out sometimes when her ass is full. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true."

"I did! I saw it," Sean enthused. "And I can't wait to make her feel that way and bring that out of her. But dude. Why did you trap me in there with Joy and Janice? That was seriously over the top."

Alan looked around to Joy and Janice. Both of them had broad smiles. It was clear they'd had a good time. "Sean, my friend, are you telling me you didn't enjoy that? … Don't even answer. I can see from your face and all the sweat and cum on everybody that you had a good time. That was all part of the plan. I just want everyone to be happy. … Oh. And before I forget, I explained to Heather as she and I were walking out just now that Janice and Joy were in the closet and were getting off on just watching. She knew someone was in there, so I had to say something. Clever girl that she is, she'll look for and find Janice's car on the street, but she doesn't know what Sean's bike looks like as she hardly knows Sean at all, so she'll have no idea a guy was in there too."

"Wait a minute," Sean said. "Is it true what Janice told me about some kind of list? You're at the top, and Heather's at the bottom?"

Joy added, "Yeah. Is that true? Or is that just a sexy turn on like Heather not covering her ass in school?"

Alan replied, "It's true, if you all want it to be. I've been giving this a lot of consideration, figuring out how to keep Heather on the path to some kind of correction. I think it'll work better as a team effort. She needs her pride broken, so the more you all sexually use and abuse her, the better. Plus, this way, as a sexual team, we don't have to worry about sexual diseases." He didn't add that really the main reason for his new list idea was the football team attacks on him and the need to gain allies to fight back. That story would come later, once they got used to the idea.

Janice asked, "But what about Joy's boyfriend, Dean? And what if I want to have a boyfriend? I have one more often than not. Or Kim? Or Simone?"

Alan explained, "Dean doesn't know yet, but Joy told me that they have an open relationship." He looked to Joy for confirmation and she nodded. "That's one lucky thing that would make this work. I'm sure Dean is going to be very pleased with the setup, given the male-female ratio in the S-Club. Anyone else can play the field to find their own serious boyfriend, but if you get to the point in heavy petting where you could transmit a sexual disease, no matter how tiny the odds or the contraception used, stop there. Only take the next step if you think it's going to be a really serious relationship and if you think the person would be into an open relationship. Then the rest of us should vote on if that new guy or girl should join. And I have veto power, because I feel like it. Does everyone agree to that?"

Alan looked around the room, and watched the three girls and Sean nod.

Then Joy asked, "But what if I have plans to have sex with my boyfriend Dean, and you come along and want to fuck me right then?"

"Then Dean will have to wait. Dean may be your boyfriend, but as long as you're in the S-Club, I have top control of your body and will do with it what I like. If you have a problem with that, you can always leave. But that's not likely to happen very often. I'm very busy. Anyways, if you had a chance to fuck Dean or me, who would you pick?"

Joy blushed as she lay back on one of the couches and recalled the intensity of her recent fucking. "You. Hands down."

Alan winked at Joy. "See? Non-issue."

Sean, rather bewildered by all of this, said, "Dude, Alan, when did you get so… well, cocky? You used to be Mr. Go-with-the-Flow. And now you're like, 'I have veto power, because I feel like it.' It's just … strange."

"Sean, believe me, I'm not naturally like this. I'm not some kind of hedonist at all. I just keep getting drawn into more and more sexual stuff because… well, I don't really know why it happens, but these things keep happening to me. Things come my way, and it's too pleasurable to say no. But as long as all this is happening, there needs to be some kind of order. The only way it'll work is if I take charge, so I'm taking charge. Believe me, I'm NOT happy about this. It's a struggle, a constant struggle. With Heather, it's a war, and I have to win every single battle, or I'll end up HER bitch."

Recalling what he'd learned at lunch, he added, "I think the only way I've managed to stay on top until now is that I had no clue about just how powerful she is in the school. If I'd have known, I probably never would have dared to touch her in the first place. I just thought she was a hot bitch. Literally."

Kim commented, "Alan, you're the alpha male now. Not just kind of, but all the way. You've even handled the likes of Heather, which shows you can get any and every girl you want. And with a troop of apes, the alpha male gets all the females, doesn't he?"

"Yes," Alan admitted, "but I don't want to be fending off challengers for the rest of my life." The desk painting incident from earlier was naturally at the forefront of his mind as he said this. "I just want peace, stability, and happiness. I need the support of guys like Sean and Dean, and the support of all of you. I want to keep everyone so happy that they'll never want another arrangement. Sean, I'm really hoping that you'll be able to take Heather off my hands, because frankly, she's my biggest problem right now, although I do have others." The scratches on his knee and elbow were an easy reminder of another big problem for him.

Janice joked, "You want peace, stability, happiness, oh... and your own high school harem of primo pussy."

Everyone laughed. But then Alan said, "True, but also not true. I'm getting extremely primo pussy back in my neighborhood, what with Amy next door, some amazing older women nearby, a new sexy tit-woman who seems to want to be my slave, and all kinds of other stuff."

The girls all looked at each other significantly, because they guessed easily enough the incestuous implications in the "other stuff." Sean though, was completely clueless.

Alan continued, "Frankly, I'm looking more to change to a kind of emeritus status with this S-Club group. I need to focus more on my core group."

"Emeritus?" Joy asked, perplexed.

"That means like I'm kicked upstairs to a more symbolic post and I leave the day to day running of things to others." He looked at Sean significantly. "I'll just come by once in a while to see how things are going. Maybe poke around a bit." He winked to let everyone know he intended the double meaning of "poke around".

Janice joked, "Boy, Alan, you really have it tough. 'Sir.'" She said the latter in an excellent parody of Heather's voice.

Alan said a bit defensively, "I don't know why everyone enjoys having sex with me so much, but they do, so I'm going to enjoy it to the max while I can. Is that so wrong? Maybe I'm being a bit greedy, but I want everyone to enjoy themselves and have fun, and no big psychodramas or heartbreaks. That's why I'm taking a firm hand, to prevent chaos. You all are free to walk away at any time. I don't want to force anyone to do anything. I'm just trying to make it too much fun for anyone to want to stop."

There was silence for a while. Alan was contemplating his various sexual "burdens" and risks. Sean was mostly thinking about Alan's comment that he needed Sean to take care of Heather. He was still in a wistful mood thinking about his shattered perception of Heather, and the possibility of sex with others seemed unreal and unimportant at the moment. The girls, to varying degrees, were wondering why they couldn't be the alpha female, and what that would be like if they could.

Then Janice, who had the most feisty personality of the three girls, asked Alan, "Why is it Sean and Dean are a level above all the girls? I mean, for one thing, Dean and Joy are boyfriend-girlfriend."

"Good question. The way I figure, below my level, there are two guys and five girls. Six girls, if you count Amy, but I hope it goes without saying that she's only allowed to take part if I'm the only guy or there's no guy. Seven, if my sister wants to take part in all-girl activity. So it's simple supply and demand. If the sexual ratio gets more even, then we'll come to a new arrangement. Dean and Joy can do whatever they want together, but Dean has to share Joy in order to enjoy the other girls. Joy has told me he'll be more than willing to do that, won't he?"

Joy nodded, but before she could reply, Kim blurted out, "I think you've more than earned the top spot, Alan. You just gave me the fuck of my life, and then you turned around and nearly fucked Heather to death! No offense, Sean, I like you a lot, but Alan's on top. That's just a fact. That's simple supply and demand, too."

Janice agreed, and added, "Not to mention stuff like having Joy and I hide in the closet and surprise Sean. That was so much fun once we got past the boring waiting part, but who else would think up and actually do something like that except Alan? Alan, I just hope you're not too serious about this emeritus thing."

"Yeah!" Kim agreed. "Alan, you control our pussies now. But we're going to get restless and the whole thing will fall apart if you don't 'poke around' here quite a lot." Kim wanted to say much more about her feelings for Alan, which were growing daily, but she restrained herself because she didn't want to say too much in front of the others.

Alan looked a bit pained. "I'll try. I never wanted or expected to be alpha anything. I fear that I've gotten too greedy and involved with too many women, and this is all going to blow up in my face someday soon. I do need to lower my profile for a while. … Listen. I'm opening up and laying it all out on the table here. Anyone here could screw it up and ruin it for everyone. I'm relying on your trust and your discretion, not to mention your own self-interest. Let's not blow a good thing. I need allies, and I need your support to keep our special sex club alive."

There were more nods. But everyone was too tired to talk much, or even move. They all just lay there for a while, stretched out and naked.

After a while everyone started to revive, except for Alan. With so many naked, attractive, and horny teens in one room, all with most of the afternoon left to kill, the prospect of more sex was a near certainty. But Alan didn't want any part of it, as he was saving himself for his mother. He knew Susan would be waiting, ready to give him a very warm welcome home from school. So he said to the others, "I hate to be a killjoy, but I really need to take a nap and rest up a bit before I go home. My energy level is crashing. Kim, can I go sleep in another room?"

Kim nodded.

Alan stood up. "The afternoon is still young for the rest of you. Maybe the three of you would like to get to know Sean a little bit better. Or each other, for that matter." He winked at Sean.

Sean really wanted to talk at length with Alan in private; he felt like crying in despair, and also for joy at the same time. Mostly, he couldn't get the image of the radiant "good" Heather out of his mind, and he didn't know what to do about those feelings. But Alan looked wiped out, so he decided to save that talk for later.

Alan made his way to the only other bedroom in the house and lay down to rest. He closed his eyes and began to drift off after a few minutes, but then it occurred to him that he should set an alarm to make sure he didn't sleep too long. So he roused himself and went back to Kim's room to ask for an alarm clock.

But when he looked into Kim's room, he immediately began to reconsider his nap plan. Sean was literally smothered in female flesh. The whole group had hit a second wind, and they were going at it with abandon. Sean was fucking Janice with a steady rhythm, while the lightweight Kim was draped over his back like a fur coat, her hands roaming all over him, and Joy was feeding one of her nipples into Sean's mouth.

Janice noticed Alan watching before anyone else did, since she happened to be facing the doorway. She said, "Alan, we need help! Look at all these holes that need filling! Have you ever done a double penetration on a girl with another guy? I think I need to be your first customer. Look at my mouth. It needs a filling of sweet cock-meat. Forget that silly nap. Take me right here, right now! Or do me in the ass while Sean fills my cunt. Come on!"

Alan wavered.

Sean pulled away from sucking on Joy's nipples and said, "The girl does make a persuasive case. Come on, mi amigo. If you don't help out, these three are going to kill me with their loving!"

"Well..." Alan said hesitantly, his resolve weakening by the second. "I suppose one little blowjob never hurt anyone. God knows I'm a sucker for blowjobs. But I really don't have time to linger. I have some important things going on at home."

"Mmmm hmmm," Janice replied with a bemused voice. "We'll see about that. Now come on over here. I imagine a stud like you has had a double blowjob lots of times. But have you ever had three tongues on your prick at once?"

"Ooooooh," Alan said, smiling broadly now. "The girl does make a persuasive case indeed." He closed the door behind him and stepped forward towards the pile of tangled flesh.

CHAPTER 7

Susan was folding laundry when the telephone rang. She was wearing nothing but a sexy apron in anticipation of Alan arriving home. She rushed to the living room, the room where the nearest receiver was, holding her barely supported breasts to keep them from bouncing all over. She stopped and picked it up, but left an arm underneath her hefty rack. "Plummer residence."

"Susan! My mistress Susan! Thank God!" It was Brenda. Her voice sounded panicky.

"Hi Brenda. Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, it's horrible! Just horrible! I'm so horny and frustrated and there's not a damn thing I can do about it!"

Susan smiled. Apparently there was no real emergency, just the usual hunger for cock that afflicted everyone in Alan's harem. "Why not?"

Brenda whimpered. "You know why. I hate to sound the tiniest bit like an ungrateful slave, but it's so hard not being allowed into your house on Tuesdays. I've been climbing up the wall all day! Furthermore, I have to wait aaaalll the way until tomorrow night before I can tell Alan that I'm going to fully dedicate my life to sexually serving him and his family. It's torture! Pure torture! I need his thick fuckmeat in me this very instant or I'm going to die!"

Susan said sympathetically, "I know exactly how you feel Brenda, exactly! Especially the craving for a long pounding of thick Alan fuckmeat; after you have it once, it's a constant craving that never dies." She clenched and unclenched her naked ass cheeks as she savored that thought. Then she continued, "Today hasn't been the best of days for me, either. Even though it's a Tuesday, here it is, nearly four o'clock, and my son hasn't deposited a single load on me or in me, or practically even near me! Katherine got to sleep with him all night last night and got a big deposit of his morning spunk to boot, and then he rushed off to fuck some high school pussy before classes started. Then last night he said something about having an SA-Club meeting after school, which is mostly a collection of cheerleaders and other hotties dedicated to servicing his penis."

This was the first Brenda had heard of the club. The thought of it excited her, but didn't surprise her in the slightest. She would have been surprised if he didn't have such a collection of "hotties" at school. She made a mental note to ask Alan soon if she could join.

Susan continued in an irritated voice, "So he's late coming home. Who knows how much teen twat he'll be fucking for how long before he finally gets around to me."

"God, that's so HOT!" Brenda wailed with excitement. "He's such a stud! He's... he's... Well, I can't even put into words what he is and what that does to me. 'Stud' just doesn't cut it!"

"I know, Brenda, and I agree one thousand percent! How can I stay angry at him when he's just so sexually overpowering? There needs to be a better word, like sex god, or fuck lord, or something."

"Yes! Alan! My Fuck Lord!" In Brenda's mind the words were capitalized, as if referring to a deity. "That's almost good enough, but not quite."

Susan could feel her pussy start to moisten. "I know! But I'm climbing the walls. I'm absolutely climbing the walls here too! Tomorrow night is your special time with your unveiling as house maid and everything, but Tuesdays are supposed to be MY time. You and I just have to cope during these tragically unfucked hours." She fidgeted, but that only caused her to rub her legs together, and made her more aroused. Fighting the rising desire, she said firmly, "We have to be strong!"

"But how, Susan, how?"

Susan suspected Brenda's hands were busy on her body by the way her friend was breathlessly panting, but she was trying to keep things cool so she didn't ask Brenda for the details. She merely replied in as calm a voice she could muster, "Well, for instance, Suzanne and I enjoy passing much of each morning exercising. That makes his time in school go by a lot faster. In fact, today we exercised for over three hours. It feels good to know that I'm making my body more fuckable and sexually pleasing to my son with every weight I lift. We not only do the usual workout stuff, which we've been doing for years, but in recent weeks we've also been practicing cunt control to better squeeze his penis, deep throating and other cocksucking techniques, working on anal muscle control, the whole works. And we usually help each other get a few orgasms in, which helps take the edge off of waiting a little bit." She'd been hoping to talk about something calm and non-sexual, but belatedly realized that topic didn't exactly help matters.

"That sounds great," Brenda sighed longingly. She longed to ask if she could join in future workout sessions, and Susan might have been receptive to the idea, but Brenda felt that as house slave it wasn't her place to ask for such things. However, she resolved to start working out on her own immediately. She'd never lost her baby fat, and she worried sometimes that she was too chubby, even though she hadn't gained any weight in years.

She frowned, as she imagined neither Alan nor Adrian desiring her. "But I don't have what you have with Suzanne. Worse, Adrian is home from school already, looking so cute and fuckable. How I long to suck his balls dry to mark time until I can be with my Master. My Fuck Lord!" The use of this new phrase caused her to suddenly pant so much that she had to take a few moments to calm her voice down. "Like you, I need something to take the edge off, and I've discovered cocksucking makes me feel so peaceful and content. It's like having a pacifier in my mouth. I could suck cock for hours! Days on end!"

The idea of sucking on Alan's penis for days without stopping got Susan so excited that she suddenly lost her remaining cool and grabbed at her pussy. Since she was wearing nothing but an apron, there was little impediment for her to reach her pussy, even though she was forced to hold the phone with one hand.

After a few moments, she cooled down a bit and pointed out, "Brenda, you and I are so similar in so many ways. It's our big tits, I think. You know my Big Tits Theory."

"Know it? My mistress, that theory has become the guiding credo and code for my entire life! The bigger tits a woman has, the more it shows God built her to service naturally superior males. Alan is as superior as a male can be, as your description of him fucking so much juicy teen cunt today illustrates so well. I hope he knocked off a couple of dozen of the sexiest girls, instead of having to go to classes! Or even better, he did them right there in his classes!" She had to pause for breath because she found that idea so arousing. "And since my tits are enormous, my devotion to Alan must be equally huge!"

Susan gasped with pleasure as she frigged herself with her free hand. "Oh, I agree, totally!" With all this breast talk, she wanted to fondle her large soft globes too, but she only had one free hand and three spots she wanted to fondle. She tried moving her hand back and forth between her rack and her pussy, but that was very unsatisfying. She said, "Hold on a sec, Brenda. I'm going to switch to the other phone. A speaker phone."

"Oh! Good idea! I'll switch to a speaker phone too! ... Oooh! And I'm going to get a dildo!"

Susan could hear the sound of rubbing fabric from Brenda's line. She asked with an increasingly ragged voice, "Are you naked?"

Brenda looked down at her black dress in frustration. It was on so tight that she didn't have good pussy access, forcing her to rub herself through her clothes. "No, sadly. Suzanne won't even let me walk around topless when Adrian is around. But I'll fix that! I'll be back in a minute!"

Susan chuckled because it wasn't her intention to get Brenda naked; she'd just wanted to hear a sexy description of what her bosomy friend was wearing and doing.

Both Susan and Brenda rushed off to find their speaker phones. Susan's was located on the wall by the kitchen counter, and she made it there quickly. Brenda took longer, so Susan kept herself busy playing with her clit, slit, and boobs. She didn't take the apron off, but just moved it out of the way. She was soaking wet between the thighs already. Nothing got her hotter than talking about Alan's sexual prowess and her submission and devotion to him.

Finally, Susan her the click, click, click of high heels as a very breathy and excited Brenda returned to the phone. "Sorry that took a bit. We have video monitors all over the house now, as you know, and I don't want Adrian listening in. He's taking a nap right now, but I have to assume he could wake up and spy on me at any time. I had to disconnect the speaker phone from another room and bring it into my bedroom closet, the one place I can go where he can't see."

"The one place? Don't you want some privacy?"

"Absolutely not. Why should I? How can I serve my masters if I'm hidden in my room? Plus, it's so damn hot to be on constant display!"

Susan couldn't disagree with that sentiment. "But what about your bathroom? I assume you have privacy there, right?"

"No! Especially not the bathroom! I get so wet knowing that Aidy's probably jacking off most every time I take a shower. And you should see how much I get into my showers lately as a result. God, it's so good! I could lather up my tits and ass for hours, knowing that my son is watching - you should try it!"

"I think I will! Truth be told, we've hardly begun to tap the video surveillance possibilities over here, though Suzanne and I did watch the footage of Tiger fucking Angel this morning after they left for school, when we were doing our morning workouts. But I'd want privacy when I go to the toilet at least."

"Well, actually, that is the one other private spot. When Suzanne helped with the installation, she made sure there was no camera pointing in the toilet seat area. She said she didn't want Adrian to get some kind of weird water sports fixation. She's such a wise mistress, and of course I obeyed her totally in this, and all other matters, even when she forces me to wear clothes. But other than the toilet and my walk-in closet where I have my computer set up, his eyes can follow my body just about everywhere I go! Frankly, it makes me so HOT to know that I have no privacy, that my every move is on display for his lustful eyes, that he could be shooting hot spunk into the air while looking at me at any given second. Even if he's not home, I walk with an extra bounce in my step and an extra jiggle in my tits, knowing that he theoretically COULD be watching."

"Good Lord!" Susan breathed. "That does sound really hot! Total devotion. I love it. We still have so many rooms in this house not under video surveillance. I'm going to have to see about changing that. Although I don't know if the others would agree, especially Suzanne. Hell, and probably Alan, too. Oh, poo! But in any case, you were talking about stuffing your son's cock down your throat for hours and hours! Tell me more!'

"Sadly, it's just talk at this point. I can't even so much as fondle his dick, much less give him my tits. GOD, I'd love to get titfucked by my son all afternoon! But Suzanne won't let me do anything!"

"What?! Why not? Surely she knows that good mommies fuck their sons. Why, that's practically the very definition of a good mommy. That's what we do! That's why Suzanne and I and everyone agreed to give you a special exception so you could fuck Adrian."

"By the way," Brenda said, "not to question my masters, but what's Brad's role in all this? As Suzanne's son, shouldn't he get some mommy loving?"

"You'll have to ask Suzanne about that one. But Brad missed the boat in any case. Remember last Friday Suzanne and the rest of us signed a pledge to be with no man but Alan. Ever. Frankly, I think Alan is more Suzanne's son than Brad ever was, so it's only right she signed that pledge. Your situation is different."

"Oh." Brenda had very conflicted feelings on that. She wanted to sign the pledge too, but she also wanted to make Adrian happy.

Susan kept talking, taking Brenda mind off of the dilemma. "So what's with this go slow policy? Surely Suzanne would love for you to play with Adrian's little pecker. Like you said, you need to take the edge off when Alan isn't around, and you'll want to raise Adrian to be a good motherfucker."

"I know, I know! But Suzanne said yesterday that I have to slowly seduce him. She says that I've got to draw it out and slowly teach him all along that Alan's sexual needs come first. She says it'll be tough for Adrian to understand that his mother is a sex slave serving some strange eighteen year old boy. I can grudgingly see she has a point there. Since Adrian is male, he'll have trouble quickly recognizing my Supreme Master's natural sexual superiority, and Alan's need to have a large harem of nothing but the sexiest big-titted nymphos around, including me. In fact, Adrian might find the whole thing completely absurd and do something crazy. He's naturally going to wonder why his mommy doesn't spend all her time fucking her own son."

"Naturally!" Susan had grown to consider mother-son incest a given for any family. Neither she nor Brenda had any idea how absurd their conversation might sound to an outsider.

"So it's complicated, my mistress. Suzanne's got a whole progression of seduction steps planned out for me. But it's going to take forever, it seems! I hate to be so uppity, but I want my Pooh Bear filling my steamy hole right now! Good God! I've got a big dildo in me at this very moment, but it's just not the same! I want flesh and blood! More than anything, I want Alan's eight inches! But all I've got is this double headed plastic thing."

"I'm so with you, Brenda. I hardly even use dildos any more unless someone's using a strap on or another person is pushing it in me, because after you've been to heaven, nothing else comes close." She looked down at her own fingers pushing in and out of her steamy hole and sighed at how inadequate they were. "But you were saying?"

"Yeah. My frustration! Between my having to stay away from Alan AND Adrian AND the Plummer house altogether, today has been sheer living hell. I have no one to serve! I'm sorry to take up your precious time with my petty problems, but I just had to vent to someone. Please forgive me and spank me."

"Don't worry, I don't mind," Susan said honestly. "In fact, this is just the kind of thing to help take my mind off waiting around for my well-hung son to return to me. And remember that spanking is now a reward, not a punishment. Tell me some good stories about what happened between you and Adrian today, and I just might reward you with a spanking tomorrow."

"Oh, mistress! You're far too kind!" Brenda panted even louder. Obviously she was making full use of both hands on her body, thanks to the speaker phone.

CHAPTER 8

"Just a minute." Susan stopped fondling herself and looked around, because she thought she'd heard something over the sound of her own pussy squishing noises. "Ah. Amy! How ya doing?"

"M'kay!" Amy stood behind Susan, only a short distance away. She hadn't been hiding, and in fact she'd been quietly standing there a while now. It was just that she didn't want to interrupt while Susan was talking on the phone. She'd been wanting to fool around with her original mother a bit, but Suzanne was busy and had sent her off to the Plummer house.

Susan resumed groping her own left breast and pistoning fingers in and out of her pussy as she asked Amy, "Do you have a question for me or something?"

"Nope. Sorry for interrupting your call. I'm just bored. Waiting for tonight, waiting for Alan."

Susan laughed. "Join the party! Brenda's on the phone. We both have the waiting for Alan blues. Why don't you listen in? She's about to tell me the latest about her seduction of her son Adrian. Brenda?"

Brenda sighed. "Hi, Mistress Amy. Susan's exaggerating, unfortunately. I don't really have any good stories to tell. I was just telling her that Suzanne wants my seduction of Aidy to go slow. So I have to hold back. And I have my maid living here. Anika. Have either of you met her?"

Amy and Susan both said "No." Amy added, "I haven't even met Adrian. I've only seen a photo." She began talking off her clothes as she said this.

"Well," Brenda said with resignation, "Anika is wonderful. She's an older lady from Austria, and I kind of think of her as my grandmother. But she's also like my conscience made flesh. She's very old school, very European. Very strict. She knows all about my lusts for my son and is fine with it." She didn't realize how contradictory this would sound to a typical person. "She doesn't have any sons of her own, but nonetheless she recognizes it's the duty of any good mommy to spread her legs for her son. So normally she would be a big help for me. The only problem is, Suzanne has recruited Anika to sort of be her eyes and ears to make sure my seduction doesn't go too fast. It's so frustrating! I feel like I'm on a short leash, and I don't mean that in the good rape and spank your helpless sex slave on a leash kind of way!"

Susan replied, "But knowing you, you must have done something. Tell me what happened- oh! Sorry. Amy surprised me. She's dropped to her knees and started licking my ass crack. Where was I?"

"You want me to tell you what happened today?"

"Exactly. Oh yessss! AMY! Where did you learn to do that?"

Amy was rimming Susan's anus while running a finger across a sensitive spot in the perineum, the space between Susan's pussy and ass. She answered, "Nowhere special, Mom. I'm just really into asses these days, after what Alan did to me last night."

"Ah. Well, don't stop. I've got my front side covered for now. Brenda, you were saying?"

The loud squishing sounds coming from Brenda's line died down a bit as she resumed talking. "Oh, yes. So when I got up this morning I was going to make breakfast for Adrian naked. Actually, I should say help Anika make breakfast. She really does everything and I supervise. Ever since I've been de facto divorced I really don't have anything to do all day except fantasize about Alan and my son and serve all my sexual masters. But I digress. Anika asked me what my excuse for being naked at breakfast would be, and of course I didn't have one. So I had to put on something to wear. I chose the skimpiest bathing suit I could find. She allowed that since I could claim that I was going to go swimming once he left for school."

Amy switched from licking Susan's ass down to her pussy, and then back again.

Susan was so overcome that she had to brace herself up against the wall to remain standing. She said between heavy breaths, "You should try the 'naked apron' look for breakfast. That's what I wear most every morning, and Alan never gets tired of it. Just an apron and nothing else. It's good for cooking AND raising cocks."

"But don't you see, Mistress Susan?" Brenda complained. "I can't even do that, because I can't give a plausible non-sexual excuse for wearing just that. Ad-"

"GOD! Amy's tongue is so far inside me! Jesus, Amy! Oops. Sorry for interrupting, Brenda. It's like she's stuffed her entire head inside my ass crack."

"That's okay. I wish I could be there right now. ... Where was I? Oh yeah. Adrian isn't even supposed to know how badly I want him buried up to his balls in the hole he came out of. It's so aggravating! So I did the best I could. I wore this one bathing suit I just bought the other day that's fairly normal at the bottom, a real high cut and practically a G-string in the back, but the top is strange. A thin strip of cloth rises from the bottom piece at the hip, then goes over a nipple and not much else, crosses over the back, then goes back down over the other nipple and attaches at the other hip. It looks like a big red X from the front. There are no shoulder straps at all."

"No shoulder straps?" Susan asked. "How on Earth does it stay on? That can't give much support at all."

"It doesn't!" Brenda announced happily. "All you have to do is look at it funny and the top comes right off. That's why it's my new favorite suit. And as for support, rather than hold my tits down, it actually makes them to bounce even more than if I was buck naked. So I was pretty happy with wearing it. Anika grumbled though. She said, 'Vatch out. Remember, don't disappoint dat Suzanne voman.' I should mention my maid has the cutest Austrian accent. I can't really do it justice. But in any case, when Adrian walks into the kitchen area and sees me like that, he flips out. But not in a good way. He's suspicious. He says, 'Mamma, what's going on? Yesterday, you dressed so... well... unusual. And today you're just the same! You never dressed this revealingly when there was a huge heat wave, but it's November already. It's actually been a bit cool lately. I don't get it.'"

Brenda continued, "I had to sit down and explain some things to him. I said, 'Pooh Bear,' - that's my little nickname for him, by the way, since he loved Winnie the Pooh when he was a baby - 'Pooh Bear, you may have noticed I've been acting differently these past couple of weeks.' He agreed to that. Then I explained, "It's because I have a new man in my life.' He expressed shock, and pointed out that my divorce still wasn't finalized. I said that didn't matter and that if I'd been happily married I would have had to divorce my husband just the same, once I'd met my new man. My new love was everything to me. Then I said, 'Furthermore, he's an incredible sexual dynamo. Since I've started seeing him, all I can think about is sex! I get so excited I just want to run around naked all day, thinking of my new love.'

"Naturally, Adrian was upset about this. Deep in his heart, he hoped that he would be the only man in his mother's life. I never would have understood this until I met you all, but now I can see more of what's going on in his head. Now I know he has a serious case of that Oedipal urge, probably like most sons with sexy mommas. I wanted to kiss him so hard and so long for loving me in that carnal way, but then I looked at Anika with her disapproving, wrinkly scowl. Agonizingly, the only thing I knew Anika would allow was a hug, so I hugged him tight for a long time and managed to rub my boobs all over his chest until Anika finally gave me a swift kick in the shins. But then came the hard part. I had to break it to him that sometimes there are very special men like Alan who are entitled to take and fuck any women they want, any time they want, even big-titted mothers hot for their sons."

"Did you actually tell him that?" Susan asked, excitedly. She absolutely loved hearing other experiences of mother-son incest. The fact that Amy's tongue was keeping her on the edge of a climax naturally improved her enjoyment of the story.

"Sadly, no. I didn't need a kick or a 'Vatch it!' from Anika to know that it wasn't time yet to tell him all of that. Instead, I stood up and began pacing around the dining table where he sat. Not only was I trying to wobble and jiggle and sashay around to subtly show that I was a horny mother in serious need of a good son-cock stuffing, I was also stalling for time to think. Finally, I said, 'Aidy, you'll come to understand my new love in time. It doesn't mean I love you any less. In fact, he's already taught me how to appreciate you much more than before.' My Pooh Bear looked puzzled, but I didn't explain what I meant, exactly. Instead, I said, 'As I said, my lover is extremely sexual, and he wants me to be very sexual. So that's why I've started to wear things like this.' I came up with that on the spot, but it seemed to me that was a better excuse for my scandalous outfit than just saying I was going to go swimming.

"I ran my hand over my body as if I were a model pointing out the features of the bathing suit. But I was puzzled because he stared at me open mouthed. I thought maybe my words had been too shocking until I realized that he was staring at nothing but my right boob. I looked down and realized that the strap had fallen off my right nipple, and was only precariously hanging onto the other one because my nipples protrude so much. Like I said earlier, it doesn't take much to get that top to fall off, and I guess just walking a few steps did the trick."

"Cool! I want one!" Amy said happily, as she briefly rested from her licking.

"Me too, dear," Susan chimed in. "Suzanne keeps telling me that it's sexier to wear a little than nothing at all. I'm sure Brenda will tell us where to go to buy that kind of thing, but for now let's not interrupt her story. Okay?"

"M'kay." Amy drove her tongue back into Susan's ass crack.

"Instead of fixing my top, I held up my hand and smiled, saying, 'Now, Aidy, this is a case in point. You'll notice my top has slipped a little bit. Don't be alarmed! My ma-' - I almost said 'my master' but luckily I caught myself - 'my man likes me to wear extremely revealing outfits. Naturally, he loves outfits that show off my huge hooters. That gets him hot to suck, fondle, and-' Anika coughed very loudly there, which was probably necessary because I was about to launch into how much I love it when Alan titfucks me. Then I said, 'My nipples are so-' but Anika had another coughing fit. Apparently, I wasn't even allowed to tell my son how incredibly sensitive my nipples are and how they long to be pulled and pinched and kissed and sucked. She's so tough. So I tried to calm down a bit and said, 'He wants me to practice wearing all kinds of scandalous outfits all day long, and he doesn't care if my son sees me outrageously dressed or not. Can you handle that, if I wear those kinds of things around the house like I've started to do lately? Can you handle it if a nipple or two gets exposed from time to time, like I'm exposed right now? Please tell me you won't mind!'"

Susan asked excitedly, "What did he say?"

With all the talk about exposed nipples, Amy had come around and started feeling up Susan's chest. But since Amy was naked, that quickly evolved into a mashing of their impressive racks into each other, while fingers continued to explore and pinch nipples.

Brenda went on, "He was shocked, but he said, 'No, I can handle that.' You should have heard how much he stuttered on the 'no.' It was so cute. But then Anika coughed again, and when she caught my eye she looked at my chest very disapprovingly. I reluctantly pulled my top back into place. I think Adrian was even sadder to see me fix my clothes than I was. But I still wasn't done. I said, 'I'm so glad to hear that, Aidy. You're the best. But I should warn you, my lover doesn't just like to see my tits. He loves the rest of me, too. For instance, my ass. He wants me to learn how to show off my ass as well. I have to admit that I've sort of lost my seductive techniques these past years of marriage, but that's changing. For instance, what if I bend over like this?'

"I bent over right in front of Adrian, and in fact wiggled my way back up to him until my ass was practically in his face. The suit was so thin and so narrow that I'm sure he could see every fold of my pussy and probably part of my hairy bush sticking out on either side. My tits drooped down like two water balloons. I could hear him gasp quite loudly. He'd been sneaking peeks at my tits and ass for years, but it was rare for him to get a perfect moon shot like this. He's such a shy boy, and sadly, never takes advantage of me. I taunted, 'Do you think you can handle when I wear something that reveals all of my ass cheeks like this? Is that too shocking for you?' He muttered something about that being okay with him, and I stood up. I was going to then show him my pussy region up close and talk to him about that, maybe even pull up on the thin strap down there to better show just how much I was juicing while thinking about my new lover, but unfortunately Anika said I was needed in the kitchen. Then she took me aside and told me to cool it. So unfortunately that was pretty much it until breakfast was over."

"Aww," Amy pouted. "Is that all?"

Susan, on the other hand, was so busy being pleasured by Amy that she could barely concentrate on the story, much less ask questions.

"No. As soon as we finished eating, I got up to clean off the table and of course that gave me all kinds of opportunities to have my suit slip down. You should have seen Aidy! It was so cute, but so frustrating for us both. I swear, his penis looked like it was going to burst through his pants and then drill a hole right up through the table. He was sweating. He was panting. He was blushing. He was sooo turned on! I must have made five trips back and forth between the table and the kitchen, and my nipples were more often exposed than not during that time. Finally, I think it got to be too much for him. He looked like he was about to faint and I imagine he was wondering if he'd be able to cope with many more days of this new dress code. He asked, 'Momma, why do you do what this new guy tells you to do? Don't you find it demeaning?'"

"I walked back to the table, stood up above him, and leaned far into his direction. I love doing that because it causes my tits to sway forward and practically slap him on the face. You should have seen the way his eyes all but popped out. I said, 'Aidy, you have to understand, whatever my lover says, I do. There's a lot of competition in his harem, and if I want to stay in his good graces-' my voice trailed off because he was staring at me like I'd just sprouted another nose. He screamed, 'Harem?! Harem? You've got to be kidding me! This guy has a harem?!' I'd thought that I was playing it cool by giving the competition excuse. I thought that sounded a lot more moderate than giving the real reasons I do things to please my master, that I worship the very ground Alan walks on. But apparently I'd said the wrong thing. For some reason, he was totally hung up merely on the fact Alan had a harem at all! He's such a naive boy. One can see right away why he's not the harem-keeper type, but he's my son and I love him dearly just the same. I tried to calm him down and said, 'Really, it's no big deal. It's such a small harem, as harems go.' But it turns out that wasn't the right thing to say either. He looked at me like I'd sprung two horns and a beard as well, then fled to his room making some kind of wordless cry the whole way there. I think he cried, but he wouldn't let me into his room. He left for school completely crushed. What did I do wrong?"

Amy stopped fondling Susan and spoke up. "Brenda, no offense, but the way you and Mom carry on like this is, well, it's weird. I mean, I'm on the inside of all these events and even for me it sounds weird. I was listening for a while before Susan noticed me and the way you go on like Alan is some kind of god-"

Brenda cut in, "Are you saying he's not?!"

Amy laughed. "Yeah! He's not! He's very special, and I love him all up, but he is human like the rest of us. Come on, you two, chill out a little bit! No wonder Adrian freaks out. Brenda, whenever you talk about Alan you have such a worshipful expression on your face, not to mention something in the tone of your voice. It's weird."

Brenda desperately wished she was in the same room so she could look at Susan's face for a reaction. She pleaded, "Susan, help me out here. Why, just a few minutes ago you were calling him a sex god and a fuck lord."

Susan felt sheepish about that now and bowed her head a bit. "I did. But that's not a good idea. We have to make sure he's well-adjusted and, uh..." Her voice trailed off as she ruminated over her recent inattention to normal mothering duties.

"But I can't help it!" Brenda complained. "He IS a fuck lord. That's how I feel! I have to devote my busty body to his pleasure. I HAVE to! It's what I was built for. I'm not worthy to suck his balls, though God knows how much I'd love to do spend the rest of my life doing just that."

Amy laughed some more. "Brenda, you're so silly. And Susan, you're not much better. Brenda, right now you think so highly of Alan because he's been nothing but impressive in your presence. But he puts his pants on one leg at a time like everyone else. What's going to happen when you see him fuck up, have a bad day, pick his nose, and all the rest? You're gonna be so disappointed, because you put him up so high on a pedestal. And it's not healthy for him to be treated all worshippy either. I mean that for both of you! Susan, you should know better because you've seen all his weaknesses growing up."

Susan stood up and protested, "But I love him even more because of all those things! I've always loved him terribly, it's just that now I get to love him in a sexual way, too." She began pacing in agitation.

Amy looked at Susan disapprovingly, like a mother frowning at a daughter.

Susan looked away.

Amy walked right up and backed her to the wall, forcing Susan to look at her right in the eyes. "I love him and worship him too, but I don't want to see him get a big head and all know-it-all-y. True, we're all here to constantly sexually pleasure him, but we also have the job of helping him keep his sanity. I mean, it's not like we're going to be able to change back to our less sexual ways, so he has to be more able to deal with all this non-stop sex. The more we fall over each other to get access to his cock, the tougher it's gonna be for him to stay the old Alan."

Susan sighed. "Amy, you're such a downer today. I get so hot talking to Brenda about my son's sexual potency - she and I could talk on the phone all day! But then you cool me down with this reality stuff."

As soon as Amy heard this, she pressed her chest into Susan's, pushing her into the wall. Susan's apron hung uselessly around her stomach. Amy began grinding her breasts all over Susan's upper torso even as she continued to stare at Susan intently from a short distance away. She didn't want to ruin the sexual mood.

"Me too," Brenda complained, unable to see what was happening. "I was working up to another big 'O' with this dildo, but now I've lost all my momentum."

Susan said, "I know, Brenda, but I have to admit it's good Amy brought this up. Being a good mommy means more than just endlessly fucking and sucking our sons. I, uh, I..." She found it hard to continue, with the way Amy's chest continued to rub all over her own. She noted with chagrin that it seemed nearly impossible for her to think about anything other than sex. But she forced herself to go on. "But I'm not really so good at that other stuff. The truth is, I never was, and luckily unconditional love has helped make up for the fact that I can't really tell my children no. Amy, do you think you can pick up some of the slack there? We really do need someone with some backbone to fight the 'bad Alan', but as you can see that's not exactly my strong point, or Brenda's either."

Amy looked contemplative. "I don't know. I'm not really good at saying no, either. I'm not all super backbone-y. The only reason I said something just now is because I don't want to see Adrian cry and the way Brenda was handling things made him cry. That's bad. Brenda, you do need to go slow with him. I mean, talking about the harem in the first five minutes practically? Give him some time to adjust, m'kay?"

Brenda sounded like she was the one about to cry. "Oh, Amy! You're such a wise mistress, but it's so tough! I just don't have any willpower! All I want to do is sexually service my superiors. It's all I can think about, all day long! But I need to be a good parent for Aidy, too. He only has one parent now, so it's up to me. It's tough. I'll try. At least I acted a little better when he came home."

"What happened?" Susan asked eagerly. Now she was happy that Amy was draped all over her.

Brenda turned on a dime from despondent to excited. "Well, I wore another revealing outfit, naturally. It was a dress this time, dark orange. Strapless, my favorite kind, and it's got stiff supporting cups that really make my assets stick out."

"As if you need to draw attention to them," Amy giggled. "Geez Louise!" She cupped Susan's boobs and hefted them up while she continued to press against them.

Brenda puffed up with pride, though of course no one could see her do it. She went on, "But the best part was, my nipples could pop out if I just took a breath! Damn, I love it when my long nipples get exposed! Aidy seemed a lot calmer about things than when he'd left. I guess he'd been thinking about the harem thing all through school. Thankfully, Anika gave me a lot of advice about what to say, and I played it pretty cool. You would have been proud of me, Amy. I explained it was kind of like in Islamic countries where one man can have up to four wives. He liked that because it made me seem more like a wife than the sex slave I really am. Like I said, I was really toning it down. Anika sat right next to me at the table, ready to step on my foot if I started to get too carried away again."

Amy and Susan began to hear squishy sounds coming through the phone line again. Amy leaned forward and began licking and kissing all over Susan's face. Susan just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

Brenda said, "But just being that near to my Pooh Bear gets me so excited these days! Before long, I was less talking to him and more posing and preening and letting my dress slip down. I just can't help it! Amy, you're so right about the need for more backbone, but maybe different people have different roles. My role is to serve! That's what I'm good at. We're a team and we can all have different roles. I'd like my main role to be the one to spread my legs and take a big throbbing Alan log up my tight cunt at every opportunity!"

Amy protested, "Hey, I want that role! Wait a minute. We ALL have that role. That's the fun part, the easy part. But what about the other stuff? We've got to do that, too. Like protecting him from bullies at school. I wanna help with that if I can. I want to help with the tough stuff too, if I can help somehow, because I love him. But anyways, let's hear what else happened." She cupped Susan's pussy mound, and began playing with the sexy mother's engorged clit.

"Oh, right." Brenda continued, "Before long, I was getting carried away with exposing myself. I tried to pretend shock whenever the cups of my dress would fall down, but I suppose in retrospect I was too happy about it. Unfortunately, Anika caught on. She seemed to be stepping on my foot in protest more often than not. Finally, I was grasping my two heaving heavies in yet another attempt to put them back in the dress, but somehow it turned into more of a long self-grope session. I suppose Anika figured I went too far. She barked at me, "Brenda is feeling unvell. She's going back to her room. Right now!"

Susan and Amy were getting into each other more intensely now as Brenda's story drove them to higher and higher levels of arousal. Amy in particular, was getting surprisingly aggressive. Had she been wearing a strap-on, she would have been thrusting and drilling Susan into the wall. As it was, her hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere.

Brenda sighed on the phone as she recalled her maid's chastisement. Anika had more or less replaced her mother, and she wouldn't think to disobey her. She continued, "So I reluctantly went back to my room, right into my walk-in closet. But then things got really fun! I went to my computer where I control the cameras looking into Aidy's room, and I watched him masturbate. The only problem is that he usually gets so excited that he shoots off right away. Not like Alan. With Alan, you really have to earn that sweet cum load with so many long minutes of licking, sucking, thrusting, or whatever it is that he fancies."

The sound of Brenda's squishy exploration of her pussy grew louder through the phone. "But with Aidy, it's like all I have to do is show him a nipple and he runs back to his room, and boom! The cum is flying everywhere. But this time, he was so excited that he never really lost his erection after he climaxed, and he just kept on going, Alan-style. He really got into it the second time. What was really cool was that he talked out loud. I could hear him moaning thanks to the excellent sound system connected to the surveillance cameras. He kept saying, 'Oh, Momma!' Over and over. 'Momma.' That's me, hee-hee! Every now and then he'd say something else, like, 'Those big tits,' or 'You're too stacked,' or 'My own mother!' You all can imagine how wet I get when I hear that kind of thing!"

"Oh YES!" Susan suddenly yelled, surprising everyone. If the way Amy was grinding her entire body into her own wasn't enough to excite her, something about the way Brenda said "Those big tits" took Susan to an even higher level. Susan had once been modest about her bountiful endowment, but now she just absolutely loved the phrase "big tits." She could hardly think of the word "tits" without the word "big" too.

Brenda plowed on, her voice increasingly ragged, "My favorite though was when Aidy said in a low guttural moan, 'It's so wrong!' Isn't that just the cutest? He's trying to be a good son and hold back from fucking his mommy. Little does he realize that soon he'll be dumping gallons of son-cum into every hole Momma has! It's going to be so fun! But the waiting! The waiting is killing me!"

Susan gushed (in more ways than one), "Brenda, that gets me so hot! 'Gallons of son-cum'! I just adore that. I want buckets of sperm splashed all over me. Soon my Tiger is going to come home and he'll be depositing another load in one of my holes! Amy, I appreciate what you were saying, but a mommy has many roles. Her main job is to keep her son happy and loved. And a happy son is a well-drained son. ... Oh yes! Amy, keep doing that! ... His penis needs to be emptied into Mommy's holes at every opportunity! She needs to, ugh! Oh yeah! She needs to spread her legs and take a good pounding every day! Buckets of cum! Buckets! Don't you agree, Brenda? Yes! A good mommy has to be hot and sexy for her son every minute of the day! Fuck! You never know when he might say 'assume the position' or even 'bend over and take it, bitch!' We have to be ready!"

Susan and Amy were rhythmically thumping into each other and into the wall. As soon as Susan finished talking, she attacked Amy's lips with a great hunger. Both of them were so worked up, they were moments from climatic release.

"Oh yes!" Brenda moaned. Not only were Susan's words turning her on, but she could tell something very physical was happening on the other end of the line, and she loved imagining what Amy and Susan might be doing to each other. "Gallons and buckets and rivers of cum! Cover me in Alan's seed, Susan! I want to see him paint my face with dozens of ropes of cum! Plaster my skin with it!"

Amy too imagined the cumulative pleasure involved in being on the receiving end of gallons of Alan's cum. She didn't have the same passion for covering her skin with cum like Brenda and Susan did, but in her nearly deliriously orgasmic state, the idea of gallons and buckets of Alan's sweet cum sounded absolutely fantastic.

The three of them moaned and frigged their way to one tremendous mutual climax. There was complete silence for a while as they luxuriated in a post-orgasmic afterglow. Then Brenda thanked them both for listening and ended the phone call.

When it was over and Amy went upstairs to be alone for a while, she once again pondered the issue of "backbone." She realized that Brenda had the least amount of backbone of anyone she knew. Brenda was seriously spoiled and completely incapable of taking care of herself; had it not been for all the hired help at the mansion her life would be a disaster. As for Susan, as much as she dearly loved Alan, lately she simply got too sexually excited too easily to provide much backbone for him, except for the rare times when she felt he was in serious danger, in which case she would show a near total, but temporary, personality change until the threat was gone. But what frustrated Amy the most was that she strongly suspected that she, herself, was also unable to provide the backbone Alan needed. She was too easy going and affable to be a tough task master, and she also got too carried away sexually, even when she should have known better. When she looked to the future she seriously worried for the mental state of her boyfriend/brother.

CHAPTER 9

Suzanne walked into the front door of the Plummer house. As usual, she took off her bra and panties from underneath her clothes, put them in the underwear cabinet, and walked further into the house. She walked into the kitchen and found Susan there, still wearing nothing but an apron. "Hey, number one mom. What's up?"

Susan turned around. "Oh, good. I was just about to call you. I've been thinking about some things Amy was saying earlier, and I think we've got a problem. A big problem."

Suzanne raised an eyebrow. "That's what Amy called me about. She said she needed to talk to me right away. What's going on?"

Amy came bounding down the stairs (naked, naturally), and soon the three were talking. Amy and Susan both came to the same conclusion: they weren't likely to have much more willpower, so Alan needed more backbone, and some of his other lovers needed to help him in this with more guidance and support. They both looked to Suzanne in particular to be the main one to give him the discipline they were too sexually obsessed to provide.

As they talked Susan noticed that Amy seemed to be acting differently than she had when Brenda was on the phone. Her eyes were riveted at Suzanne, and she seemed to be striking one sexy pose after another. She stared directly at Suzanne with a surprisingly intense and sultry stare. Suzanne, on the other hand, seemed flustered by Amy's behavior. She would feast her eyes on Amy, then try to look away, but before long find herself looking at her daughter again, and the pattern would repeat. Then it hit Susan: both Suzanne and Amy were thinking about the complete sexual consummation of their love this evening.

Susan felt left out. She was mollified that at least the two of them were fully participating in the conversation even as their bodies were having another conversation with each other.

After Suzanne heard them out, she held her hands up in protest. "Whoa! I see what you mean about him getting carried away; he's been keeping 'bad Alan' as he calls it in check fairly well so far, but how long can he resist the temptation to seriously misuse his position? Even if he stays the same, us women as a group are getting too subservient, and someone needs to keep that in check. But what can I do? I'm just as much in thrall to his powerful cock as anyone. He knows about my weakness now, the way my cunt can completely take over and bend me to its will, so that leaves me pretty helpless. I can try, but I can't do it alone! I need some help too, you know!"

Susan suggested, "I know! Why don't we get Xania to join our harem? She's definitely fuck-worthy, and even inner harem worthy. Alan really likes her. She's got the necessary tit size, AND she's got spine. With her worldly experience and vast sexual history, not to mention her psychological wisdom, she doesn't drop to her knees the first time Alan snaps his fingers. You and her can do it together!"

"Yeah!" Amy seconded the notion excitedly. She shifted her naked body into yet another alluring position.

"I'll concede she's got willpower," Suzanne agreed. "However, back in the day when we were roommates, I had a lot more willpower than her. She was considered a bit of a soft touch, actually. I think the reason she can be so independent and strong is because she lives far away and has her own career and friends and everything. If she lived here with us, she would slowly succumb like everyone else. I mean, this house, the constant talk about his thick, long and oh so tasty dick and how we all have to service it better, it's so damn infectious and fun! The smell of cum has completely permeated everything, making it impossible not to become and stay aroused in here. Even Xania would get sucked in. I know she would, because she's got such a strong sex drive. True, she certainly wouldn't be another Brenda, but I think it's better we keep her as an outsider, at least for now. She can be like our ace in the hole. If all of us fall too deeply under Alan's spell to give him the guidance he needs, we can call her in as an emergency measure. We can even make sure they have a formal talk that takes place in a serious psychiatrist setting so they don't just fuck like rabbits the whole time." She grinned a little and added, "Well, most of the time, naturally, but hopefully not the whole time."

Amy and Susan nodded. They could see Suzanne's logic, and they also deferred to her decision making. They watched Suzanne while she thought deeply.

Finally, Suzanne said, "There's only one other possibility. Only one other woman has faced the full onslaught of Alan's charm and fucking talent and kept a good deal of her free will. I'm talking about Glory. I've toyed with this idea before. Maybe she and I can back each other up. Alone, both of us are on our knees, unable to stand, but maybe together we can pull each other up. I'm going to give her a call right now."

Suzanne called, with Amy and Susan listening in on speakerphone again. Suzanne said very little except to insist that she had to meet Glory immediately for an Alan-related emergency.

Glory reluctantly agreed.

As soon as Suzanne had hurried out the door, Susan gave Amy a big hug. "Amy, my daughter, I want to thank you so much. Sometimes I get so horny that I can't see the forest for the trees. Brenda and I do get so carried away when we get to talking to each other. We relate so well on a big-titted level. But I'm so proud of you, because what you've done is a sign of real love. The signs that the 'bad Alan' has been slowly taking over have been there for weeks, but I've been too blind. To be honest, I get kind of hot thinking about the bad Alan taking over and forcing me to do increasingly nasty things. But I can't just think with my tits. That's selfish of me. I think you've just shown the kind of character that tells me you'd make him a good wife."

Amy's eyes lit up. "What?! Are you serious?! Mom! No way! Me? A wife? Alan's wife?! Ohmigod! Oh. My. God. No way!" She gave Susan a big hug, and they necked and caressed each other for a few minutes. Amy still was naked and Susan only wore the apron, so they were able to get into it fairly seriously.

When they finally broke apart to a loose hug, Susan chuckled and said, "Now, don't get too excited. I was just saying you'd make a good wife, I wasn't proposing on Alan's behalf! So don't get your hopes up."

Amy, though, couldn't be easily discouraged. As she fingered Susan's pussy, she exclaimed, "Wow! Me! Alan's wife! That's too cool for school! Little old Amy? Married to my dreamboat loving brother? Susan, watch out! You just took one of my most improbable fantasies and made it seem so real!"

Susan laughed some more. "Now, Amy. Calm down. Odds are Alan isn't going to marry anyone. He can't marry Katherine because she's his legal sister, and if he marries someone like you, my darling Angel will be simply crushed. He would never do that to her. He's too kind and caring."

Amy pointed out, "You're right, but just the thought that he MIGHT marry me, if it wasn't for that! That gets me so excited! Come on, Susan, let's fuck!" She stuck another finger up Susan's hot hole and swung a leg over Susan's thigh.

Susan was more restrained and limited herself to fondling Amy's wide butt cheeks. "I'd love to. However, Alan's going to come home from school one of these days. I'm not going to miss that for the world. Why don't you run along. Maybe find your sister and have fun with her. I want to be alone when he arrives."

They both disengaged. "M'kay. Thanks, Mom! You're the best! I'm going to be excited about this marriage thing for DAYS!" She kissed Susan yet again and went back upstairs.

Susan went to the sink and started washing the dishes. That Amy. She's so irrepressible. All of us are. We're such an excitable bunch. Thank God there's Suzanne. I just know she'll solve this backbone problem if she puts her mind to it. She's never failed me. Never. I don't know what she plans to do with Glory about it, but as far as I'm concerned, if Suzanne is seriously on the case then the problem is just about as good as solved. Which means I can devote all my attention to Alan getting MY attention when he comes home, heh-heh! Finally, we're going to start seeing some serious Tuesday action! But when will he ever get here? It's four thirty already!

Meanwhile, Suzanne drove to Glory's apartment complex and briskly walked to the apartment she'd been in once before. She was in a big hurry because she had a lot to accomplish in the next couple of hours. She rang the doorbell.

Glory answered. "Suzanne. Come in. What's this big emergency? Is Alan okay?"

Suzanne stepped inside and looked around. She knew that Glory was normally an extremely neat person, but her stylish apartment showed signs of having been hastily cleaned in minutes flat. She looked at Glory and saw that she too wasn't in her best shape, even though she'd obviously spent the minutes since Suzanne called getting dressed and applying make up. She looked like she hadn't been sleeping much lately, which was true. Yet at the same time she was wearing a surprisingly formal and sexy black dress, as if she was going to a party and not just meeting someone for a brief chat.

Suzanne quickly took a seat on a couch in Glory's common room and focused on the problem at hand. "Alan is okay. There's no sudden crisis, to be honest, it's just that I wanted to tackle this issue while I was still all worked up. Susan and Amy got me very concerned that Alan is slowly falling into darkness. Now, mind you, it's nothing that he's said or done lately. In fact, none of us have even seen him since this morning. That's because he's been at a regular periodic orgy. The SA-Club orgy. If you don't know already, the SA stands for Service Alan."

That hit Glory like a punch to the gut.

"This is the kind of world he's living in, day after day," Suzanne continued. "And frankly, the problem is much more with us than with him. He's been doing the best he can under the circumstances. He's trying not to go bad, but power corrupts. It's just a matter of time before he falls. Like I said, the main problem is with us. His family. Please put aside your problem with incest for a moment because this is serious. We all love him so much, and with his incredible sexual prowess, we just can't say no to anything! It's like a race to the bottom as we fall over each other in our submissiveness. More and more, the talk is of him being our master. Hell, even I call him that sometimes, and I never imagined I'd do that for any man, ever. It would be okay if it was just for sexual matters, but it carries over into everything. I don't know the last time anyone has asked him about homework, for instance. Or doing the chores he used to do. It's bound to corrupt him, and I don't want to see such a good kid go bad! I need your help. I need your strength! We have to tackle this together!"

Glory looked at Suzanne with great concern. Then she spoke. "I see. In fact, I see very clearly. I know exactly what you mean because I've been noticing the same thing happening for some time now, and it frightens the hell out of me. That's one of the main reasons I've broken up with him. I can't say no to anything either when I'm around him. I feel like I'm going down with the sinking ship. I've been so torn up, I don't know what to do! Look at me!"

Suzanne gave Glory a good look again, but didn't know what to say.

"You see?" Glory went on, increasingly agitated. "I'm like a junkie. I'm going through Alan withdrawal. But I can't do it! I don't have the willpower! You should have seen what happened at school today. I was so tempted. His big, fat, mouthwateringly juicy cock was sticking straight out, just inches from my face - don't even ask me how, it's a long story. You could have knocked me over with a feather. It's a near miracle I didn't fall on my knees and beg him to do me, then, there and forever! I'm still teetering right on the edge, even now. If he were to walk in right now and kiss me, I'd lose it completely! In fact, when you called I was moping around, drinking too much beer, trying to decide if I should call in sick tomorrow because I just can't face him.

"He wouldn't even have to say or do anything. All he'd have to do is smile at me and I'd be down on my knees, fumbling with his zipper, stuffing every inch of his glorious thickness down my throat. God, I need it! I'm hoping that if I miss school tomorrow and then there's the four day Thanksgiving vacation after that, maybe I'll be able to deal with him on Monday. Maybe. I'm praying the worst of the cold turkey withdrawal will be over by then, but who knows. So don't talk to me about strength. If you want strength, you've come to the wrong place. I'm an Alan junkie. I'm hopeless!" Glory dropped her head into her hands and began crying.

"Now there," Suzanne said. She stood up and began pacing around. "Don't be so hard on yourself. We've all been there. Do you have any idea about how many weeks I've been grappling with the fact that a strong and dominant woman like myself is helpless in the face of Alan's cock? It's been very humbling, not to mention frustrating as all get out. I've been there, been through what you're going through, and come out the other side. I've made peace with the fact that I'm one of his harem nymphos. I imagine you will too, in time."

"Wait a second, Suzanne! Don't call me a harem girl. I'm not even seeing him any more!"

"Well, we'll see. But for my purposes, it doesn't matter if you're with him or not. In fact, it's better that you're not. I have to say that I'm truly impressed that you held out as long as you did. You may think yourself weak right now, but actually you're the strongest of us all! I'm so impressed with you. I really am."

"Really?" Glory stopped sobbing and looked up at Suzanne. In fact, she'd been very hesitant to allow Suzanne over to her apartment because she knew the red-headed Amazon held some kind of strange, spellbinding power over her, but she'd relented because of the emergency. One problem was, even though Suzanne had dressed as conservatively as she could just for this meeting, Suzanne simply didn't know how to turn her sexiness off. Glory found herself staring at a thin slice of pale flesh on Suzanne's thigh that had been inadvertently revealed when Suzanne stuck a curvy pose. She blushed and tried to look away.

"Of course, really! Glory, you and I are like some kind of sisters from a previous life or something. I feel such a strong affinity for you, such a natural bond. I would never lie to you. I couldn't lie to you. The fact is, you're a tough, little, sexy surfer chick. You can kick some serious ass. I need your strength. Alan needs your strength. You need to realize just how strong you really are and show him that you can be there for him when he needs you. He needs you now."

"He does?" She felt like a little girl being given a pep talk by her mother, but it was working.

Suzanne suddenly sat on the couch right next to Glory so she could give her a comforting hug. "He does! Don't miss school tomorrow. And don't worry if you give in to his charms or not. That's irrelevant. Suck on that big fat cock of his if it makes you feel better. The important thing, from my point of view, is that you don't give up on him emotionally, regardless of what you decide your relationship with him should be physically. He needs you, Glory. He needs you badly. He needs someone who can tell him no. Now, admittedly, you can't tell him no all the time. ... But then again, you really wouldn't want to now, would you? I know I wouldn't." Suzanne's eyes grew distant and one of her hands dropped to her crotch as she imagined herself screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!" while Alan lay on top her, plowing away.

However, Suzanne quickly refocused, and pulled her hand away. "But you can tell him no some of the time! That's good! You and I are just about the only women close to him who can do that!"

Glory didn't know what to say about that, so she stayed quiet.

Suzanne prodded, "Do you love him?"

"Yes." Glory's body tingled in a strange and delightful way as Suzanne held her, but she tried to ignore the sensations.

"Do you want to see him go to a good college?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to see him drop out of school?"

"No."

"Do you want to see the bad Alan take over and destroy the very special young man we all love so much?"

Glory was being cradled like a little baby now. She felt extremely comforted in Suzanne's arms. "No! God, no!"

"Then please, don't walk out of his life! Don't go through Alan withdrawal and free yourself of him. I won't let you! You have a very special role in his life, a unique place in his heart. All the other women he loves have been there with him since before he could talk; you're the only one out of all the women he could choose that he's chosen to love. Think about that, and think about how much he respects your opinion on things. He'll listen to you. If you leave, he's going to drop out and go bad before long, I know it. I won't let that happen to my Sweetie! Please, I beg of you. Let's work together, you and I, to help each other give him the discipline he needs. Neither of us are strong enough to do it alone, but maybe we can do it if we join forces!"

"I don't know," Glory said hesitantly. "Alan's broken my heart and as long as I'm with him, it'll just keep breaking. This whole harem thing, the incest thing, him and Heather together... I don't know..."

Suzanne looked at Glory pleadingly from just inches away, and continued to squeeze her tightly in a loving hug.

Finally, Glory broke the stare and broke her resolve. "Oh, okay already! I'm neck deep in this Alan mess, and I guess I can't pull out now. I suppose I have to see this through, at least until he graduates. I was so despondent I saw no way out, but maybe with you, maybe there is a way out. Maybe we can do it. But! But, even though I'm willing to go to bat for him emotionally, I am NOT going to get involved again physically. No way! If I do, I'll never get out of this Alan mess, never!" Partly, she gave in because she really did believe the words she was saying, but partly she did it simply because she couldn't bear to look into Suzanne's eyes any more. She was frightened by the disturbingly intimate feelings she was having for the buxom mother.

Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Oh, thank you, Glory! Thank you! I knew you'd see the light!" She leaned in and kissed Glory square on the mouth.

Glory was so taken by surprise by the unexpected kiss that her mouth opened up as if to shout, allowing Suzanne to slip in her tongue and get hot and heavy with the kiss. Glory felt a fire of passion suddenly come alight all over her body. Within seconds, she was eagerly kissing back. She wanted more, more, more! She wanted Suzanne and Suzanne's voluptuous body in every way. But at the same time, some part of her was horrified. This was her worst nightmare come true. This was why she knew she had to keep Suzanne at bay. Her eyes showed great shock and even terror.

Suzanne could see the look in Glory's eyes as she kissed, and finally pulled away to ask, "What? Is something wrong?"

"Something wrong?! Yes!" Glory leaned forward to kiss Suzanne again, even as she recalled all the horrible things her parents told her about the unnatural and forbidden love between women. She wanted to kiss and hold her new friend forever.

But now Suzanne was the one to pull away, as remembrances of past experiences with Glory slowly returned to her. "Oh, Glory! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot. You told me that you don't have a lesbian bone in your body. I'm SO sorry! I got carried away there. You see, at the Plummer house, everyone kisses everyone else on the lips about even the smallest thing. That's how we greet each other and say goodbye, and it's such a habit that I... Oh, Jesus! Please forgive me!" Suzanne felt truly awful.

But by now Glory was wishing Suzanne hadn't come to her senses. Yet, now that Suzanne had reminded her about her statements vigorously denying any lesbian desires whatsoever, she knew she'd look like a complete fool if she now pushed herself on this gorgeous redhead still holding her tightly. She felt so lonely. It had only been about twenty-four hours since she'd formally broken things off with Alan, but the break up had been a long time coming and she'd been on an emotional roller coaster for weeks. Ironically, she desperately needed Alan to help her get over the break up with Alan. If she couldn't have his touch, then she wanted Suzanne's. But she managed to control herself, barely.

Suzanne had great sympathy for the wavering and emotionally distraught teacher, and didn't want to take advantage of her in her current condition. She got up off of the couch and said, "Sorry again. Let's forget that ever happened. I'm going to go powder my nose, and then when I get back we can talk about how you and I can work as a team to put Alan back on the right track. We're not alone, you know. For instance, just today my daughter Amy showed surprising insight in pointing out the need for action with Alan in the first place. She allowed me to clear my head a bit from the usual non-stop fuck lust invading my every thought, which is why I had to come here fast. And there are others, too, who might be able to help some, if you and I lead the way. Who knows, maybe we can even tap into Heather's willpower somehow. The harem needs to find a balance, a stability, that'll allow all of our special relationships to endure. Let's talk, okay?"

"Okay." Glory was shaken up. She was extremely relieved that Suzanne had excused herself to the bathroom. She correctly surmised that Suzanne didn't have to use the bathroom at all, but just wanted to give Glory some time to recover. She walked into the kitchen and fixed herself a cup of coffee. The one thing she didn't want to do was think about the kiss that had just happened. Luckily, Suzanne had mentioned Heather, and that allowed her to turn her mental energy to the girl who was rapidly becoming her arch-enemy, at least in her own mind. Heather? Ha! I'm glad about Amy and the rest of what Suzanne said, but the day I ever cooperate with Heather... Ha! Fat chance!

Her body still trembled from the emotionally intense kiss and finally her thoughts came around to the forbidden kiss. Suzanne is right. That kiss did NOT happen! It's bad enough that I'm so emotionally torn up about Alan. I simply have no room in my heart to think about Suzanne and lesbianism at the moment. ... She called me her "tough little sexy surfer chick!" Glory suddenly felt weak in the knees as she thought about that, and had to grab hold of the kitchen counter to remain standing.

But then a wave of resolve coursed through her. I am NOT a lesbian! Not in the slightest. When I see a good-looking woman walking down the street, it does absolutely nothing for me. It's just that one remarkable pale goddess does something strange to my insides. That look in her eyes - I can't avoid it. It's like she's looking straight into my soul! Maybe I'm a Suzanne-sbian. She tried to laugh at her feeble joke, but failed. No, I'm not even that. I'm just emotionally worked up, vulnerable, and very confused. I'm going to forget it all completely. Suzanne is enough of a lady to see how that shook me up, and hopefully she'll know now to keep her physical distance. The two of us have to move forward in a professional manner and get Alan back on track!

CHAPTER 10

While a busy afternoon went by at the Plummer house, Alan was still at Kim's house, enjoying the S-Club (as he usually modestly called it) or the SA-Club (as most everyone else called it). Janice had just talked him into joining the orgy with Sean, Kim, and Joy which was already in progress.

He was very eager to do so and had completely forgotten that it was a Tuesday and that Susan was waiting even more eagerly back home to give him some special motherly loving. Alan looked at the three girls draped all over Sean and said, "Okay, I'll stay, but on one condition. Put your cheerleader uniforms on. I think Sean would appreciate some costume fun, and I know I would."

"But we don't have our uniforms here," Janice sensibly pointed out.

However, Kim said, "I've got mine, and a spare too. I think we can wear two uniforms between the three of us, don't you think, Alan?"

Alan looked at Sean, "What do you think of that?"

"Fuckin' A, man! God DAMN! You are ... wow."

The girls were all up and about getting the cheerleader uniforms on, while Alan still stood near the door. Janice quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the hallway. She whispered as they wandered further from Kim's room, "Alan, you remember my problem with Joy?"

"Sure." It was easy to recall. Just last week, Janice had confessed that she had the hots for her best friend Joy in a very intense way. But Joy wasn't lesbian in the slightest. She'd even tried doing some physical things with Janice in an attempt to please her best friend, but nothing worked for Joy.

Janice continued to whisper, "Well, I was thinking about what you said, that I should just let go and enjoy her as a friend. A platonic friend. I know you're right, but I just can't let go! I dream of her every night. If she knew how into her I am, she'd totally freak. Can you do something to help? You know, like force us to be together or something. She'll do it if you order her to."

Alan whispered back, "Now Janice, that's not very nice. That's not how I work."

"Please?!" Janice pleaded. "I'll give you... fuck! What do you get for the guy who has everything?" She laughed. "It's not like promising you my body right now would do much good, since you're about to have me anyways."

Alan chuckled, then said seriously, "No, but I have this grandfather. He and a bunch of his fat old Marine buddies are getting together next week for a party. He keeps talking about how he wants to have one last wild ride while he still can get an erection. I don't know if you're into gang bangs-"

"Holy crap!" Janice looked at Alan completely disbelieving. "I'm not. But shit. For Joy, to be with Joy, I'd do ten times worse. I'll do whatever you want." She closed her eyes, shocked at her own words.

Alan looked at Janice and felt bad. He cupped her face in his hand and stroked her cheek as he said sincerely, "I'm sorry. I was just testing you. That was a cruel way to do it, and I don't know what got into me. Of course I don't want you to fuck a bunch of senior citizens, I just wanted to see how serious you were and that weird lie popped into my head. Tell you what, since it means that much to you... wait a minute. ... No. I can't force Joy, that wouldn't be fair to her either. I like to think I'm only a bastard to people who deserve it, like Heather. Hmmm. This is a real dilemma."

Janice continued to hold him and wait for his response.

"Tell you what. I'll just kind of try to put you two into proximity with each other. That was going to happen a lot in any case, but I'll try to make it happen some more. Whatever you and Joy want to do from there is your own business."

Janice was ecstatic. "Good idea! All right! You just got yourself a very happy SA-Club list member. I'll see you inside!"

They happened to be standing near the upstairs bathroom, so Alan flushed the toilet and hurried back to the room, arriving just behind Janice.

Kim and Joy were already wearing parts of their cheerleader outfits. Joy asked, "Where have you two been, you're missing all the fun!" She nodded to Kim who had her face buried in Sean's crotch. Kim simply couldn't turn down a cocksucking opportunity.

Alan replied, "Can you believe it? I go to the bathroom and Janice insists on escorting me, jacking me off the whole way. She even tried to jack me off while I peed, but that didn't work."

Joy was wearing nothing but a cheerleader skirt and socks. She picked up two pompoms and did a mock cheer: "Go Janice / And her hand / She wants to pee / Just like a man! Gooooooo Janice!"

Everyone laughed, even Kim, who laughed so hard that she had to stop cocksucking Sean momentarily. Kim tossed Janice a cheerleading top, the last remaining item they had still unworn.

Joy tossed the pompoms to Janice, who thought for a few seconds as she put on the top. Then she moved to the middle of the room and began waving the pompoms around in a more serious cheerleading mode. "Go Alan / Strong and wise / He keeps me wet / Between my thighs! Gooooooooooo Alan!"

She tossed the pompoms to Kim.

Kim felt the pompoms hit her back, so she reluctantly popped Sean's penis out of her mouth and got down on the ground. She smiled naughtily, and said, "You think I'm going to cheer for one of you all, but no. This is a selfish cheer: Go stiffies / Go cocks / Find a home / In Kim's box! Gooooooooooo Kim's hungry pussy!"

That got more laughs.

Sean looked hungrily at Kim, now lying on the ground with her legs spread as wide as usually only cheerleaders can spread them and her pussy on prominent display. He then looked to Alan and said, "Hey bro, can I have me some of that? You've put me into serious cheerleader stuffing mode."

"Knock yourself out," Alan replied with a casual air. "And good idea, too, because as much as I'd love to hear more clever cheers, I'd love some direct cheerleader action myself. Who wants me right now?"

Joy raised her hand. "Oooh! Me! The ass! One ass stuffing if you please, kind gentleman."

Alan looked to Joy, then Janice, then Kim. "You all into the anal sex idea, I imagine?"

Surprisingly, Kim said, "Nope. I've got all I want right here and I don't think that would be my thing. Look at Sean go!"

Rather than fucking Kim, Sean was eating her out. She still had her legs splayed wide, her feet up in the air while Sean ground his face deep into her crotch.

Alan was impressed that Sean didn't just stick his dick in and start pumping. He considered that perhaps Sean could end up a worthy apprentice after all.

Kim still had the pompoms in her hand, so she ad-libbed, "More cunt / no ass / Sean's tongue / is top class! Gooooooo Sean's tongue!"

Alan smiled and looked back to Janice and Joy.

Janice said a bit bashfully, "Neither Joy nor I have done anything anal before, but after seeing what you did to Heather, well..."

But Alan replied, "Well, if you haven't done it, let's not try now. I think I'm pretty analed out for today, and I don't really want your first time to be a half-assed effort."

Janice imitated the drum sound that often followed a bad joke: "Ba-dump chhh..."

"Oops. Accidental pun. I should be careful shooting off half-cocked."

The others all said, "Boo!"

Alan grinned at his joke. "Anyhow, I found out recently that sometimes the first time can be a huge production if the hole is really tight." Alan reached out and pulled both girls into a hug, giving them each a kiss. "And somehow I suspect that the two of you might be pretty tight." He winked and let his hands wander down to cup a butt cheek in each hand. "So I'm thinking we should save that for later, when I'm ready for you and can do you right. I'm feeling more like some double ended action right now. I've never done that before. What if Sean were to take a mouth and I were to take a pussy, we could do something new for probably all of us. How'd you like that?"

Everyone liked it. However, Janice playfully poked Alan in the chest and said, "Heartless demon, just remember: I'm keeping my ass a virgin until you stake your claim to it. Obviously you're the only guy in school with the backdoor touch."

"Me too," Joy nodded, and leaned in closer to Alan with a longing sigh. "Sorry, Sean..."

Alan didn't want to try to put himself over Sean, so he quickly changed the subject. "Let's get started then. Sean, since you're already working on Kim's pussy so ably, just stick your thing in and start pumping. I'll attack her from the other side and then we'll switch by and by. Janice and Joy, ladies, I hate to see you two left out, so please keep yourselves occupied with each other in the meanwhile."

With that comment, he was trying his best to help Janice out in what he suspected was a pointless mission to get Joy to love her physically. In fact, he gave Janice a huge opening. As he walked over to Kim, squatted over her face, and shoved his penis straight down into her mouth, he made sure to keep a close eye on Janice and Joy to see what would transpire.

Unfortunately for Janice, not much happened with her friend. There was no doubt that everyone was as aroused as they could get. The sight of Alan and Sean now pounding away at Kim's mouth and pussy respectively helped ensure that. But all Joy wanted to do was watch what was happening to Kim, and she made only the most perfunctory moves to touch Janice here and there. Janice eagerly kissed Joy on the mouth, but again Joy looked past her in an attempt to keep watching the action around Kim's two holes.

Alan thought, Uh-oh, Janice is going to be seriously bummed. Why did I ever step into this mess between them? Joy is so obviously not a lesbian or even bisexual. Why can't Janice just accept that they've got a beautiful platonic friendship and leave it at that? It's not like Janice is a big lesbian herself; she's obviously way into guys. He watched while Janice tried to feed one of her breasts into Joy's mouth, but Joy almost rudely pushed her away. Man, I have a lot of talents, but matchmaker is not one of them. Alan was so focused on the problems between Janice and Joy that he hardly even paid attention to Kim. She was just another mouth on his penis, and he didn't really mentally register that he and Sean were doing the same woman.

He heard Janice ask Joy, "You don't think I'm attractive?" Janice mournfully held up her rejected breasts, and it looked like the waterworks were about to begin.

CHAPTER 11

Alan could see problems afoot. The sex in the orgy hadn't been that good so far, and now a crisis was looming. It was time to do something drastic. All of the sudden, he yelled, "Switch! Janice, it's your turn!"

Janice had nearly forgotten the rest of the action in the room. "What? My turn?"

"Quick, Sean," Alan said, still trying to prevent any crying, "Don't ask questions, just tackle Janice! First one with his penis in her pussy wins the prize!"

Sean didn't ask questions, even though it seemed an oddly short amount of time they'd been doubling up on Kim. Within seconds, they had Janice on all fours. Alan put his penis in Janice's pussy while Sean took the mouth.

"Now that's what I'd call fast, Sean," Alan said flatteringly. "You've got the quick moves like Keanu Reeves in 'The Matrix.' Now let's see if we can get this puppy to cum!"

Sean looked a bit stunned, mostly as he thought how this was just the latest weirdness in a long, strange afternoon. "I definitely took the red pill today, that's for sure," he mumbled. "What now, Morpheus?"

"You're doing fine," Alan replied. "Just make sure that Janice proves her worth as cocksucker. Or we'll rotate again. Kim, sorry we were so quick with you, but we'll get back to you. You and Joy act as fluffers and make sure the three of us in the center of the action have fun."

Kim went behind Sean, reached through his legs, and began playing with his balls. Joy saw what she was doing and did the same to Alan.

Alan thought, Now things are starting to roll. Janice will forget about that little mishap with Joy in no time. I'm going to fuck her good to make sure of that. Let's see what this two guys on one girl thing is all about, anyways.

Up to this point, Alan hadn't really seen what the big deal was with two guys on one girl sex. In fact, he figured he was doing the girls a favor, because he certainly didn't like to see Sean naked, and he avoided looking in that direction as much as he could.

But then he heard Janice choking and looked to see her head buckle back as she momentarily rejected Sean's penis. "Sorry," she said, still gagging. "I lost concentration there and went too deep. Wow, I can't believe what a SLUT I am! I'm not performing my cocksucking duties properly because the big tree trunk in my pussy is driving me to distraction! And that's not even counting Kim and Joy joining in! Holy cow! I think I just crossed a line, from normal high school girl to bisexual fuck slut! Give me that cock, Sean! This cunt knows what to do with it! And you, Alan, fill me up with spunk!! If I'm gonna go slut, I'm gonna go all the way!"

Alan had always liked Janice the best out of the remaining cheerleaders, and now he knew why. She had a certain intense and wild look in her gaze, and now he realized that look showed what kind of wild person she really was inside. The difference from the relatively easy-going Kim was obvious. Also obvious was the fact that Janice's sorrow over Joy was completely gone from her mind. She started bobbing on Sean with abandon.

Alan saw that, and began plunging into her in time with her own forward thrusts over Sean's prick. It was then that he started to understand the pleasure of this kind of group sex. Soon Sean and Alan had Janice caught in a relentless rhythm. Her whole body swayed back and forth, and the sight of her small but pale and firm breasts swinging underneath her was something to behold. Before long, Janice was no longer directing the action with Sean, but instead he was fucking her face mercilessly, thrusting his hips in and out in a perfect rhythm that kept her whole body swinging like a pendulum.

Janice began to cum. Naturally, she'd climaxed many times before during sex, but this was the first time she was unable to speak or shout about how great her vaginal penetration felt, because her mouth was stuffed full of cock. The realization of that fact hit her, and she came all the harder as a result.

But not long after, Sean started shouting, "Alan, help! I'm about to cum, but I don't want to! How do you keep going so damn long?"

Alan shouted back, "Just stop! Stop! We'll stop and rest for a minute! Use those PC muscle techniques I was telling you about!" He could certainly see why Sean was having trouble holding out. Behind Alan, Joy now had her face buried in his ass crack and one of her hands still fondling his balls. She was part of the dance now, slowly swaying forwards and backwards as if she was on a heavily rocking ship. Alan could understand Sean's trouble because he could see that Kim was behind Sean and doing much the same to Sean's ass that Joy was doing to his own. They were like five parts of the same organism, a creature slowly swaying back and forth.

But that soon came to an end, mostly with Alan's help.

Janice cried out, "Damn! Don't stop! That's excellent! Fuck! I feel like the slut of sluts, and I'm loving it! I'm on all fours rutting like an animal, and I'm loving it! I'm an animal! A beast! These cocks OWN me! More! Give me more cock!"

Alan had to practically tackle Janice to the ground because she wouldn't give Sean's penis a rest. After he'd pulled it from her mouth, she fought him for control of it so she could get both hands on it and shove it back in her mouth.

A couple of minutes of rest to allow Sean to recover helped cool things down a bit. But Janice was indignant when Alan announced that it would be Joy's turn next.

Kim was upset, too. "Hey! I got a bum deal! I got like the warm up job or something."

Alan said, "Don't worry, we'll get back to you, too. There's plenty of cock here for everyone." He looked at Sean in the eye, making sure not to look anywhere lower than that. "Sean, make absolutely sure you warn me if you're getting close to cumming again. If you have patience and take these little rests, it's amazing how long a guy can last. It's just that few have the ability to stop once they get rolling. You've cum three times this afternoon and I doubt you'll last longer than a fourth."

"Dude, I came three times already? Shit! I did! And I'm still going! Man, this is so much better than masturbation!"

Everyone had a good laugh at that, but they laughed with him, not at him.

Joy soon got the same treatment as Janice, and she enjoyed the doubled-ended sway just as much, though unfortunately she wasn't as lewdly vocal as Janice was.

At first, Janice was content just to masturbate while watching Joy get plugged at both ends. The way she looked at Joy was almost frightening in its intensity.

But after a while, Janice was no longer content just to watch. She took advantage of Joy's relative helplessness to work on Joy's tits rather than one of the guys, and this time Joy didn't seem to mind at all. Before long she was cumming hard, and Janice's hands were part of the reason. When she was done, she admitted that she'd never felt so slutty before in her life, and it felt good. She also said she never climaxed so often in so few minutes.

Then the "fuck train" set its sight back on Kim. "Fuck train" was the name that spontaneously arose to describe the rocking three or more person chain. This time, it was great for her. Now Janice and Joy worked on Kim - and each other. As happened with Janice and Joy, Kim lost the central position when Sean got tired and had to rest.

Sean needed a more extended break this time, so Kim, Janice, AND Joy all got on their knees before Alan and shared cocksucking duties. There wasn't enough room for serious sucking, but they all were able to lick at the same time. After they got started, he realized this was the first time there had been three tongues on his penis at once, and he wished that it had happened with some of his family four instead.

It was then that Sean seemed to seriously appreciate how impressive Alan's sexual talents truly were. He said, "Shit, dude, I can't believe it. Doesn't that thing of yours EVER get tired?"

"Yes, it does, Sean. It's taken me a couple of months of nearly non-stop fucking to get to this point. I've learned a lot of endurance tricks along the way. The main one is the PC muscle thing, and strategically timed pauses, so keep working at that. And you have no idea how often I've been forced to talk while being blown. It's getting to be second nature to me. But I'm just a little bit ahead of you in experience, and I reach my limits too. Right now, in fact. Girls, why don't you unleash your triple team attack on Sean?"

"Noooo!" Sean cried, knowing he couldn't hold out long against such a sexy attack. But they went after him anyway. They walked towards him shoulder to shoulder to shoulder, like a three headed hydra. Sean nearly came just watching them come at him.

Alan noticed that Janice and Joy were getting very physically close now. Janice was always the initiator, and it was always in the context of being with a man, either Sean or Alan or both, but Joy no longer seemed to resist. Janice nearly always seemed to have a finger or two in Joy's pussy, which was surprising, but what was really surprising was that eventually Joy had a finger in Janice's pussy.

After the triple cocksucking, there was one more round of the "fuck train." The only problem was, it was so arousing for the girl in the middle that the "train ride" rarely lasted very long.

Again, Alan noticed that Janice and Joy always seemed to be touching in one way or another, Janice usually taking the lead.

Finally, as Janice's turn came to an end, Alan looked at Sean and realized his friend badly needed release. He shouted, "Okay, Sean, on three, let that PC muscle go!"

Sean did, and Alan did on his end, too (he was in Janice's pussy again, though this was just coincidence since Sean and Alan traded pussy and mouth positions more or less randomly). Janice had an even bigger multiple orgasm than she did on her first "train ride," and the other girls soon frigged themselves to satisfaction as well.

The five of them lay resting on the floor for a while in a big tangle of bodies. There was a little bit of talking here and there. The girls all complimented Sean and Alan's teamwork and insisted that this first "fuck train" wouldn't be their last. They noted that Dean was also on the acceptable SA-Club fuck list, and Janice in particular talked about how great it could be to have all three holes done at once.

But Janice made the most astute observation. She said, "Alan, I just realized something. That was a strategic fuck for you, wasn't it? I have a feeling this is all part of a strategy to get allies in your conflicts with the football team and Heather. You were saying earlier how you wanted to make sure we'd like being on your sex list so much that we'd never want to get off it. Well, you certainly succeeded in that!"

The other girls laughed and agreed.

Alan didn't say anything, but she was right about his motivations, though pure lust was an even bigger motivator.

Janice added, "Not only that, but you seem to have turned us all into raving sex maniacs, and I'm not really joking with that. I mean, that double ended penetration was, like, life changing! I'm going to have to seriously think about what happened to me here today."

Joy said, "I know what you mean. However, Janice, I see one big flaw in his plan."

"What's that, girlfriend?"

"None of us are gonna go for that emeritus shit he was talking about earlier, that's for sure! Dean has no idea how good his life is gonna be soon, and Sean is a very good lover, so those two guys could do it for us. But we want Alan on the fuck train!" She began singing Cat Stevens' song "Peace Train," but with changed lyrics:

Fuck Train holy roller, Alan get up on the Fuck Train
Oh ah ee ah ooh ah, cum with the Fuck Train

The group broke into very loud laughter at that, but it also seemed to signal an end to the orgy. Before long both of the showers in the house were in use as everyone got cleaned up, but all five were so wiped out that there was no shower hanky panky.

As Alan said his good-byes to the girls at the front door of Kim's house, he managed to take Janice aside and have a private word with her. "Well, I tried my best to help you out with Joy, but I'm not really good at that kind of thing."

She smiled. "That's all right. As you can see, it worked out. Not great, but okay."

"I noticed. It seems that when the two of you are with a man, Joy is much freer with her affections and runs her hands all over you."

"Yeah." She tried to keep smiling, but she was fighting a frown.

"Janice, I know what you're thinking. You're gonna try to build on that to get her to love just you, but I don't think it's gonna work. In a sexual frenzy, people's hands kind of end up anywhere. I imagine that in theory I could get so worked up that I might do something with a man, which is why I'm never gonna put myself in a position near another guy. In theory only, mind you. I hope to God I'll never have to be tested. Sometimes lust takes over and you don't know if you're coming or going, you know what I mean? But that doesn't mean that Joy is lesbian in the slightest, and she probably never will be."

Janice looked like she was going to cry. "Well, I'll just have to take my pleasures where I can find them." It looked like she was going to say much more, but she merely added, "Thanks for all the help." She turned away and rushed back into the house to prevent Alan from seeing the upcoming tears.

Alan felt confused about Janice and Joy. Did he help or did he just make things worse? He didn't know. But he resolved to talk about the situation, without mentioning names, to wiser people like Suzanne or Xania, and continue to do what he could to help.

CHAPTER 12

Alan and Sean walked downstairs and out of Kim's house. They had their bicycles locked to poles and they began unlocking them.

Sean was shaking his head in wonder the whole time. He got his bicycle ready to go then swung a leg over it. But then he paused and said, "Alan, dude, one question before we go."

"What?" Alan too was on his bicycle and all ready to leave.

"How do you do it, man? ... I mean, all the sex. All the women. You were nearly as nerdy as I was a couple of months ago, and now look at you! You have your own fan club! The friggin' Service Alan Club, no less. If I heard something like that in some pornography I would just laugh at it being too over the top. I mean, what the HELL?! I've seen it with my own eyes, and I still can't really believe it!"

Alan thought back to how things began: the wildly improbable medical verdict by Dr. Fredrickson, the unusually friendly nursing by Akami Fubuki, Suzanne's eagerness to help him reach his target, and so on. Step by step he fell into a life of sex, but the whole story was so bizarre that he knew recounting it would just freak Sean out even more. So he merely said, "It's like this. Some people are lucky. I've been wildly lucky. To win the lottery would be a come down from the luck I've had lately. But it's also what you do with your opportunities that counts. I don't mean to brag, but I think I've handled my wild ride pretty well so far. That's what I'm trying to teach you: how to handle sex, love, and women."

He paused and put his feet back on the ground, as he realized they'd be there a while. "Here's the thing. It's occurred to me that most men are bad lovers. They're horrible at sex. Sure, they teach sex ed in school, but they don't actually teach you how to fuck well. I don't think it's so much that I'm really good, although I guess I'm lucky with some physical traits like stamina, it's that I seem great in comparison to all the other guys. The thing is, most guys are just looking out for their own pleasure and don't care how much their woman enjoys it. And the guys who ARE good in bed let that go to their head and are usually arrogant assholes. Love 'em and leave 'em. I don't do that. I almost always get emotionally involved with the women I fuck. For instance, Joy and Janice are the two girls I probably know the least and have been with the least, but I even emotionally feel for them." He thought in particular about Janice's unrequited love for Joy. "And with an emotional attachment and true caring, the sex is soooo much better. Otherwise, you might as well be with a whore. Now I'm giving you the keys to the kingdom. You're a lot like me. You can benefit from all I've learned and have a harem of your own."

"You may find this hard to believe, dude, but I don't WANT a harem! Yes, I'll admit, the orgy just now was fantastic. No matter what happens, that experience is going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. But I'm in LOVE! I know you'll think I'm crazy, maybe you tried to shock me with Heather today to shock me out of love, but it didn't work. I see that some of the things you've been saying about Heather are true, but I still love her anyways."

"Some?! Sean, ALL! From what you've seen today and what I've told you before, you still don't know the half of it. Would you like me to tell you some stories about what she's done?"

"NO! Sorry, uh, I mean, no. Really, I can only take so much today and my brain is about to burst. I mean it's literally gonna explode like what happened to that guy's stomach in 'Alien'. There's too much to take! I'll concede that everything you say has been true so far and you're probably completely right about Heather, but give me time to adjust! Not only that, but why are you so keen on turning me off to her? Is it because you want her to yourself?" Suddenly Sean began to get angry. "Is this what this is all about, you're trying to remove me as competition, so you confuse me with orgies and say all these bad things about Heather? Well, it isn't going to work!"

"Hold on! Dude! First off, I'm not going to sugar coat this: you're no competitive threat when it comes to Heather. Until I started teaching you the ways of sex, you were just one more guy with a serious crush on her, one more guy looking all dreamy eyed at her when she was walking down the halls. She didn't even know or care that you existed, and she still doesn't. You would have never have had a snowball's chance in hell with her, and you know it. Only since I've started training you do you begin to have a ghost of a chance. I'm not trying to steal Heather from you, in fact, it's the complete opposite! I'm trying to throw her into your arms and get you up to snuff so you can have something lasting with her. But this is the kind of thanks I get?"

Sean was feeling a little bit abashed, but not fully so. "But the orgy... You let me get carried away with lust. I cheated on her."

"Listen, Sean. I'm not mad at you for doubting me, because the truth I'm trying to tell you is so wildly improbable. The fact is, I have half a dozen women right now who I'm sleeping with regularly, whom I love deeply, and whom are much more attractive than Heather, and a million times easier to be with than Heather. Why the hell do I need Heather? I can see you're still doubting, so I'll tell you who a couple of them are. You know Amy's my official girlfriend. You might consider Heather better looking than Amy, but I don't. I'm also very intimate with her mother Suzanne."

"You're with Suzanne?! HOLY fucking... Jesus H. fucking Christ! Suzanne Pestridge?! I'll concede that if there's a woman in this world technically sexier than Heather, it would have to be her. When she comes to any school event, it's like an awed hush falls over the whole crowd. But she's Amy's mother! You're doing the mother and daughter at the same time?"

Alan smiled. "Not often enough."

"What?! You mean you have them in bed at the same time, even? My God! If my penis wasn't totally destroyed at the moment, I would be knocking this bike over with my hard on. Christ!" He paused, then tentatively brought up a fond memory, uncertain how Alan would react. "Hey man, do you remember last year, how Suzanne dressed at one of those parent teacher conferences?"

Alan grinned as images of that night came back to him. "Do I remember? How could I forget? I assume you're talking about that one business suit that showed off all the cleavage."

"That's the one. Damn! You'd have to have gotten a yardstick to measure all that ivory cleavage that night, 'cos a ruler just wouldn't have cut it. And those dark ruby red lips and green eyes! And the way she walked, showing off so much leg! She less walks and more fucks her way across the room."

Alan laughed at that very apt description. "True." He thought, Now that I know Suzanne better, I'll bet she must have had someone she was trying to seduce that evening because she rarely goes out in public quite that scandalously dressed. No doubt, the lucky schmuck succumbed to her charms, whether he was married or not. I'm gonna make a mental note to get her to wear that suit again sometime. Smiling as he reveled in the fact this incredible woman was all his now, he commented, "Every guy who saw her had to immediately sit down and cover their laps, if you know what I mean."

"I do." Sean grinned and laughed like a naughty schoolboy, which wasn't very far off the truth. "The drag is, now I can't fantasize about her anymore. ... Hey, don't you call her Aunt Suzy sometimes? She's practically your second mother."

Suddenly Alan doubted the wisdom of telling Sean about Suzanne, but it was too late to back out now. "Yeah, we've been really close. I shouldn't be telling you about her and me, but I'm putting my trust in you. Not only because you're my best friend these days, but also because you're vital to my plan."

"I am? Plan? What plan?"

Alan was relieved that Sean was going along with the deliberate change of topic. "My plan to get Heather out of my life. Turn her over to you. You saw the sex she and I had today, and it was great, but I have even better sex with the likes of Amy, Suzanne, and others that I unfortunately can't mention by name. Incredible sex. Sex where you see stars, and that's not just a saying, it really happens. Sex where you're literally one with the universe. I tell you, the more I learn, the more I begin to think there's just no end to the amount of pleasure people can have having sex. I can't even begin to explain. Have you ever heard of a whole body orgasm, for instance?"

"A what?"

"Remember that phrase and look it up on the Internet tonight. That'll give you a sense of what I'm talking about. I have a whole bevy of women who I love deeply and I can't spend enough time with. If I never saw Heather again, I'd be a happy man, because it would mean I could spend more time with the likes of Amy and Suzanne. Well, that's not entirely true, I do have a certain fondness for the blonde bitch, if only because she's such a character, but on balance my life would be a lot easier without her. But Heather's got her claws in me and I can't just walk away or all hell will break loose. You have no idea how powerful she is at school or how vengeful she can be. I just want peace and happiness. I don't want to deal with her endless psycho-dramas. You need to step in, if you think you can handle it. It's like that scene in 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' where Harrison Ford is in that jungle cave where the big boulder rolls behind him. Remember just before that, when he steals that golden idol statue, and he replaces it with another object of the same size and weight to prevent all hell from breaking loose? That's exactly what I'm trying to do here. You'll take my place in Heather's life."

"But all hell DID break loose," Sean pointed out. "The replacement wasn't exactly the same, so all the traps were sprung, like that big boulder getting released. Hell DID break loose! He nearly got flattened!"

"Hmm. Good point. This is going to be a risky operation, true. That's why you have to be trained and ready. You're not ready for Heather yet. I've put you on the fast track because each day I seem to get deeper into Heather's grasp. You should have seen what happened before school this morning for instance, but that's a story for another time. But that's why I'm pretty much trying to turn the S-Club over to you."

"What? That does not compute. Putting me with other women will just draw my affections and energy away from Heather, won't it? I mean, I'm not in love with them, but I have to admit Kim, Janice, and Joy are pretty cool. Still, what happened today has to be the last time for me with any of those three. I don't care how big a slut Heather is, I have to be true to her in order to respect myself." He seemed pained to admit Heather was a slut.

"Sean, Sean, Sean. You have so much to learn about the girl you say you love. Not only do you still need more sexual practice with the likes of those three before you can have any hopes with Heather, but you NEED a harem of your own. Heather isn't going to respect anyone without at least, say, six sex slaves."

Sean's heart skipped a beat and he stood slack-jawed. "Did you just say 'sex slave'?"

"I did. Perhaps I got carried away there. Let's say fuck partners. You see, Heather's not into loyalty or monogamy. She might say otherwise, but I know what she really wants. She'll fuck anyone she wants to fuck, male or female. She won't respect anyone who pledges undying loyalty and devotion to her."

"Hunh? Why not?"

"Well, she thinks loyal is boring. Complete devotion for suckers. Anyone loyal can be taken for granted and basically tossed aside. She wants challenge and competition. She wants a sexual superstar who's fucking as many, or better yet, more people than she is. That's like a calling card that shows the person is worthy of her attention. The more she has to fight her way to the top of the heap, the more she loves it. Plus, she's got me as her standard now, and she knows roughly how many women I'm with. My replacement has got to be similarly impressive. Of course, I'm talking about the Heather of today. We're going to try to change that. Remember first you have to be attractive to the bitchy Heather, and only then can you start to change her and bring out the angel hidden inside that we both briefly glimpsed today."

"But Alan! Dude! What you're suggesting here is soooo not going to happen. For one thing, I know I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth, but maybe I don't want a harem. Call me weird. Sure, I'd love the sex, but at what price? I have to admit, I have kind of a dark side. When I was fucking three girls at once just now, I felt like a big shot. I was loving it, living like a lord. When you tell me you're fucking a mother and daughter at the same time, I'm like, 'yeah! Do them both!' I get off on the sinfulness of it all. I'm so twisted that I even get thoughts of ordering them to kiss each other. I'm sorry. I'm not thinking about those two in general; I don't even let myself think about Amy in any sexual way since she's your girlfriend. I'm just talking about the mother and daughter together in bed kind of thing."

Alan thought, Hmm. Maybe I might be able to tell him about all the incest stuff some day, if he has that kind of attitude. Maybe he's even more twisted than I am. But he's certainly got to pass a lot more loyalty and trustworthiness tests before I'd entrust him with that deep secret, even if he's totally okay with the general idea.

Sean was continuing, "Then, when you said 'sex slave' just now, well, you don't want to know what that does to me. You seem to have not let it all go to your head, but I'd probably go power mad at the first opportunity. That's why I need to be a one girl kind of guy. When I think of what I might be capable of with all kinds of women at my beck and call, well, I don't want to open up that Pandora's Box."

"Sean, I appreciate your honesty, and believe me, I'm grappling with the power issue every day. Sometimes I feel like I'm on the verge of losing it, completely. That's one reason why I like talking to you, because finally there's another guy starting to understand what I'm going through. I'm hoping that we can help each other, keep an eye on each other to fight the whole power mad thing. But in your case, having a harem is the only way. I'll be completely and brutally frank. You don't stand a chance of Heather taking you seriously as a long term prospect unless you show her you're an amazing sex stud keeping many other girls well fucked. Competition is such a big motivator for her; you HAVE to use that as a lever or she'll ride all over you. Either go all out, or give up on Heather now. There's no point in doing something in between because that's guaranteed to fail. I understand her mindset some. If you follow the path I've set for you, I think you really can win her heart in the long run, at least as much as anyone can."

"But Alan! I'm no sex stud. I'm a nerd who happens to have muscles from playing sports. I was a complete virgin a week ago! There is no fucking way I will come CLOSE to your sexual skill. Ever. No way!"

"Don't be so sure. Ask Janice, Joy, or Kim. I'm sure they weren't caring who was attached to whose penis when things were hot and heavy on the 'fuck train' up there." He nodded up towards Kim's bedroom. "It was all equally good. True, I didn't really give that session my all, but you're just as handsome as me, just as athletic as me, and just as smart as me. Smarter, in fact, with your near perfect memory and all. If I can learn things like a whole body orgasm, you can too."

"That's not true," Sean complained. "I saw your very special way with Heather. Maybe some of that can be taught, but not all of it. What you did was natural talent, plain and simple. You knew just where to touch her and when, just what to say, everything! I'd have to have sex a thousand times before I could even begin to hope to do what seems to come naturally to you."

"You've got a point there. I do seem to have a special affinity for this. In fact, I love fucking so much that I'm beginning to wonder if sex is pretty much going to be my main occupation from now on. I'm happily addicted. But don't count yourself out. You're way ahead of where I was at this point in my sexual development. You may discover talents you didn't even know you had. I did, and completely surprised myself. Maybe instead of having to compare yourself to me you'll end up doing something with Heather that's different but just as good. Who knows. You won't know until you try. If you're really serious about your love for her, you have to take risks. You have to risk the power mad thing, the rejection, the not measuring up, and much more. But here's the thing. No matter what the final outcome is, I know you're going to live life to the fullest and have a hell of a time on the journey there. So what's it's going to be?"

Sean stared off into space for some time, then looked intently into Alan's eyes. "Okay. I'm in."

"Good. I thought as much. I didn't just pick you at random. I think you have what it takes, and in fact your hesitancy and moral qualms help convince me I picked the right guy. Now, let's get moving. My ass is starting to hurt standing halfway on my bike like this, and I'm already way late for getting home."

Sean pushed off and began to bicycle down the street. He still seemed confused and conflicted, and the hurt about what he'd seen and learned about Heather was still visible on his face. "So. You're really gonna set me up with a harem so I can train for Heather, huh?"

Alan bicycled alongside his friend. He grinned. "It's a tough assignment for ya, but someone's got to do it. You should see the surprise I have planned for you tomorrow."

"Unreal. Unreal. Just insanely unreal!" Sean reluctantly grinned too. "But please, no more surprises! That whole closet thing - I'm STILL recovering from the shock!'

CHAPTER 13

Alan felt bad. Horrible, actually. Physically, he was a wreck. First, he'd pretty much fucked the afternoon away, and that was only the culmination of a very busy sex-filled day. His body was exhausted. His penis was lifeless. Not only that, but now he had to bicycle back home from Kim's house, and it was a long and hilly ride. But worse, he felt bad mentally. He knew that he'd screwed up. The plan for the SA-Club had been to surprise Sean with the display of anal sex with Heather, and then leave not long after that, leaving Sean and the remaining girls to have fun with each other. But he'd gotten sucked in and completely forgot that it was a Tuesday.

Now that he was bicycling home alone (Sean having soon split off to go to his own neighborhood), all he could think about was the fact that Susan was undoubtedly waiting for him, waiting to play. But he knew there was simply no way he could get sexually aroused. He'd come to know just what his penis could and couldn't do, and there was no doubt that it would need a few hours of rest at least before it could show any signs of life again. He needed a couple hours of rest generally speaking, thanks to his body's continuing energy problems. He prayed that Susan would be understanding and allow him a nap. Then he'd do his best to sexually pleasure her in the time remaining before his dinner date with Christine.

He cycled home as fast as he could, which ironically only made him more exhausted.

Alan parked his bicycle in the garage and dragged himself into the house. He was sweaty from the ride and so tired that he could hardly put one foot in front of the other. He heard clanging sounds in the kitchen and knew that had to be Susan. He considered going straight up to his bedroom and avoiding the kitchen altogether, hoping not to see his mother until after he woke from his nap. But he knew that would be cowardly and unfair. He needed to apologize for his current state and promise her better things for the evening and the night. After all, tonight would be the first time he was officially scheduled to sleep in the same bed as his mother the whole night long. He knew he was going to need a lot of energy for that big event.

He shuffled into the kitchen and looked around. Susan was over by the dishwasher, standing with her back to him, putting clean glasses away in the cupboard. She was wearing her French maid uniform for a change, the skirt of which barely concealed her behind, and her high heels. She was standing almost ramrod straight with her feet together, presenting Alan with a perfect view of her long shapely legs from behind, as she transferred the last few clean glasses from the upper rack of the dishwasher to the cupboard. She was even whistling a happy little tune that Alan might have heard before somewhere, but in his current state of exhaustion was too tired to try and place it.

Ordinarily, the sight of his mother in her French maid outfit would have gotten a rise out of his penis, but Alan was in no shape for that. He coughed to clear his throat and said, "Hi Mommy. I've got some bad news. I'm soooo tired. So very tired. Some things kind of came up that I couldn't get out of. I know it's a Tuesday and everything, but would you mind if I take a nap first? I promise I'll make it up to you tonight. Everything has just hit me all at once and I literally can barely even stand on my own two feet."

To his surprise, Susan didn't turn around, say anything, or even give the slightest sign she'd heard him. In fact, the only thing she did was to close the cupboard and dishwasher, and then continue standing there silently erect with her back to him.

Alan felt horrible. This morning before he'd left for school, he'd promised Susan that there would be some motherfucking when he got home, and instead he'd gone and exhausted himself in an orgy with a bunch of cheerleaders. If there was one overarching guide for his behavior his entire life, it was to always do his best so he'd never disappoint his loving mother. But he tried to justify himself by the fact that sometimes his penis had its limits. He knew he could walk over and fondle her ass cheeks with his weary hands, and maybe even rub his completely flaccid penis up and down her labia and butt crack. He might even somehow rouse up enough energy to eat her out. But he knew that would be disappointing for the both of them. Susan wanted a deep and profound filling of hard throbbing cock, and anything less wouldn't do.

He turned and began to walk back out of the kitchen to his room, but he kept his head turned back, looking at the hinted curves of her ass so temptingly peeking out from under her skirt, and looking to see if she'd turn and react. She didn't.

He'd almost left the room when Susan said in a very disapproving and disparaging tone, without turning to face him, "So. Very. IM-proper."

Alan instantly halted in his tracks. On one hand, he almost felt like laughing at Susan's reference to her notorious tag-line, "so very improper," which evoked the seemingly ancient days when she'd actually resisted his advances. But more seriously, Susan's words hit him like a slap in the face. It was no laughing matter at all. This was no mild or half-hearted protest, this was an angry, scathing rebuke. Alan almost felt like bursting into tears. On one hand, he would rather chew off his own leg than disappoint his mother in any way. But on the other hand, he'd been fucking for over two hours, nearly non-stop, and his penis was sore and lifeless. He was so sleepy he was nearly swooning. He didn't know what to do.

He turned back and tentatively asked, "Um, Mommy?" But there was no answer forthcoming.

He'd been about to walk out of the kitchen through the living room rather than through the hallway he'd come in from. That happened to put him near the counter that separated the kitchen from the dining room but on the other side of the kitchen from where Susan was still standing, perched tall and stiffly straight on her high heels with her back to him. He thought that she'd say something to him now for sure. She seemed to be seething with a barely controlled anger from the little he could glimpse of her face. But still, she didn't say a word.

Susan had been standing at the counter with her feet together, but now she took a step back without turning. In complete silence she slowly spread her ankles apart until they were about three feet from each other. Then, ever so slowly, she bent over, keeping her legs perfectly straight and her upper body completely stiff as she rotated at the hips. She came down until her body was bent at a perfect ninety degree angle and her bountiful breasts were pressed hard against the cold counter top, the pillowy soft flesh spilling out on either side of her torso for lack of anywhere else to go.

Her French maid uniform was cut so that half of her ass cheeks were exposed if she was standing up perfectly still. But as she bent over, all of her firm round globes came into view. As she slowly leaned over onto the countertop, her skirt rode up over her backside and her pussy rotated into view. This revealed that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

When her breasts were finally supporting her upper body, her hands slid around, behind, and then up the backs of her thighs until they reached her buttocks, moving any traces of her skirt aside in the process. Her fingers took a firm hold of the inviting flesh there, and she pulled her ass cheeks apart as wide as they could go, all without uttering a single sound.

Alan felt his mother's silent anger; clearly, she was still seething. But even more than that, she was aroused. He looked at her pussy beneath her spread open ass cheeks: it was soaked and leaking. Furthermore, even from across the room he could see her asshole was glistening with lube, and silently clenching and relaxing before his very eyes. In fact, both of her holes were shaking. Actually, now that he was paying attention, her whole body seemed to be shaking.

In a flash, Alan realized that despite everything he'd said and his obvious exhaustion, Susan wasn't deterred in the least. She had full confidence that he was about to give her the fucking of a lifetime, so much so that her whole body was trembling in anticipation and in mute invitation.

Alan practically staggered at her confidence in his sexual abilities. He felt a stirring in his loins and looked down. To his great surprise, he saw that his penis had gone from a flaccid little thing to fully erect and throbbing for action in a matter of seconds. There was a huge tent in his shorts threatening to tear them right off. In a daze, he silently pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them.

Alan's brain was still trying to play catch up when he found himself moving silently forward, as if sleepwalking on autopilot, towards Susan. It was almost as if her exposed ass was reeling his penis in like a fish on a hook, pulling the rest of him along behind. Alan was still completely baffled by what seemed to be happening to him, until a memory of Susan talking to him the week before floated to the surface of his tired mind: "I want you to violate my boundaries more often! From now on, whenever you want to or need to really 'get my attention,' there's one way that's the best way to do it. Push your penis all the way into my ass and flex it around! Don't tell me you're going to do it or ask for my permission, just bend me over and stretch my asshole around your big, fat, hard, manly cockmeat any time you feel like it. You know my ass is always ready for you now, so there's no need for words whenever you stuff my butt with your humongous prick. This will henceforth be the proper way to 'get my attention' in the future and I will expect you to do it properly at each and every opportunity that presents itself, from now on. Do I make myself clear?

As Alan came out of his trip down memory lane, his hazy fog of exhaustion seemed to disperse slightly, to be replaced by a rising tide of lust. He thought, Dang! This just shows that I'll never get tired of fucking my mom, never! She's the most sexual creature on the face of the Earth, more than Suzanne, more than anybody! To get tired of her bombshell body would be like getting tired of eating or breathing. My God, am I going to FUCK her! And she clearly wants me in her ass and not her cunt, otherwise she wouldn't be holding her ass cheeks open like that, silently begging me to take that hole.

Alan looked down and saw his throbbing, rock hard erection hovering just a few inches away from Susan's mouthwateringly luscious backside, aching to penetrate the hole being so selflessly offered. Alan realized he too was trembling with excitement as he stepped forward towards Susan's hungrily clenching anus.

CHAPTER 14

Alan wanted to surprise his mother, so rather than grab her ass cheeks to steady himself and help make sure his penis hit the target, he held his tool with one hand and guided it right to her well-lubed asshole. She was bent over so obscenely right in front of him that he hardly had to step forward to make contact.

He hit the bull's eye right away, and wordlessly pushed himself all the way into her. He thought back to his experience with Amy the night before, and how it took so long to get his penis into her, but this was completely different. His penis went all the way into his mother's ass in a single, long, deeply sensual stroke. That's not to say it was an easy or loose fit; far from it. In fact, she was excruciatingly tight the whole way in. He felt like he was creating a new hole in his mother's soft flesh rather than merely filling one, and he put so much pressure on her as he went in that he worried he would injure her. As the bulbous penis head tried to fit through, he suddenly grabbed both ass cheeks and held on for dear life, squeezing and pushing and clenching as he drove his stiff throbbing pole all the way home into her lusty asshole.

Susan still didn't say a word, but she couldn't help but exhale deeply. Her big breath said more than words could convey. The whoosh of air carried a tremendous sense of relief and satisfaction. Her hands had let go of her splayed out ass around the time Alan had grabbed hold of her with both of his hands, and now she grabbed the counter edge for dear life instead. Then she breathed in deeply, which also said much. She was steeling herself for an upcoming battle with orgasmic ecstasy, the battle to endure Alan's merciless, seemingly endless pounding, to get through all the upcoming orgasms and multiple orgasms, without passing out. She knew that no matter how tired Alan had just been (and she certainly knew he was very tired indeed), he was going to ride her like a cowboy racing a horse across the countryside. There was nothing she loved better than to be used by him in this manner. She was still angry as hell that her son had even thought for a minute that he could NOT properly greet her upon arriving home, because she knew he didn't absolutely have to go to the SA-Club orgy or stay so long. But that anger was fuel for her lust, and at the same time she felt a great deal of contentment, knowing that with her son's penis now fully filling one of her holes, all was well in the world.

Alan needed to take some time to recover from that deep and hard push all the way into his mother's ass. He felt his penis inside her ass throb and bounce a couple of times as his pulse raced and his heart pounded in his chest. He began to pant in short breaths, but otherwise he kept his penis where it was. The fit was so tight, and her rectal walls all around his shaft grasped him with such an insistently snug pressure that it seemed to him his penis would never move again. But as he rested, he could feel the adrenaline begin to flow. His energy level surged, making him feel like The Incredible Hulk. One minute earlier, he'd been wondering if he could remain standing until he reached his bed, but now he felt he could lift an automobile with his bare hands.

Suddenly, he pulled his penis back until it nearly escaped her tight hole, but then he rammed it forward again with all his might.

Susan let out an extremely loud and satisfied gasp of contentment. Her gasp was so loud it was nearly a scream. She couldn't keep silent any longer, and in a voice still angry and mocking and yet somehow also loving and surprisingly calm, she said, "Oh. Hi Tiger. Mommy didn't hear you come in."

Alan smiled, knowing that she'd heard him perfectly well. He flexed his penis inside her for extra effect, then ground his hips against hers. He grimaced with exertion as he pushed in still deeper and said, "Oh, I'm in all right. In deep!" He pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed forward so hard that Susan's body shook all over.

Susan groaned with longing and satisfaction as her asshole was emptied and then refilled so forcefully by her son. As Alan rested briefly from that tremendous body slam, she arched her back up and shamelessly gasped a pure orgasmic sound that couldn't be described, but which expressed utter joy. An anal orgasm ripped through her, to the very core of her being. But she was just getting warmed up, and she knew Alan was just getting warmed up too.

Alan rode out her deliciously clenching muscle spasms, then pulled his penis back and drove it home for a third time. He was a little slower, and a little less brutal now, because he wanted to get into more of a regular rhythm instead of one violent full penetration after another.

But before he could do that, Susan looked back over her shoulder with eyes both simultaneously angry and shining with love, and said, "So, how was your day, dear?" She flexed her rectal muscles around his fullness, squeezing him so hard that it felt like his brain was melting.

It was so indescribably pleasurable being there, deep inside her, getting his penis milked from top to bottom, that he found he couldn't move for another thrust just yet. He was captive to the incredibly talented things she was doing with her muscles.

Susan began rocking her hips back and forth ever so slightly, pushing back into his groin, wetting his balls with her leaking pussy juice. Her anal channel felt hot and buttery - there was so much heat churning up from her insides, surrounding his buried erection, that he was absolutely stunned. He realized that Amy's ass might be tighter, and Heather's might be stronger, but Susan's ass was just as incredible as either of those in its own way. Her asshole felt safe, welcoming, and somehow comforting. Putting his penis in his mother felt like coming home after a long journey. He realized just how right it was to greet her like this, with a thorough buttfucking, after coming home from a long day at school.

"I'm sorry I didn't 'get your attention' properly when I came in, Mommy."

Susan's asshole flexed and fluttered in warm acceptance and forgiveness. "That's all right, Tiger, at least you came to your senses and remembered how to do it properly. You'll remember better next time, won't you?" she said wistfully, as she clamped down on him with her internal strength until he couldn't move again.

Alan felt his eyes rolling back and his brain start liquefying again from the pleasure he was feeling. "Yes, Mommy, I'll remember next time." He thought, There's absolutely no way I'm going to be forgetting this!

After feeling all that pleasure, he decided it was time to give back and then some. The energy and adrenaline were still coursing through his veins, so he finally began to get into a groove. He resumed thrusting with long and deep strokes, but he was very regular now, very rhythmic. In and out he plowed, marveling at how easily his penis could slide through her hot and buttery channel, and yet at the same time he felt so very tightly squeezed. It was like every last little bit of his penis was being fellated, a thousand tongues on him all at once.

He chugged along for some time, moving with a steady metronomic pace like a train riding down a train track. He noticed that Susan had begun humming again. It was the same catchy tune that she'd been humming when he first came into the kitchen. He was puzzled because he was certain he'd heard the song around the house a good deal lately, but he couldn't place where it came from.

Little did Alan know, but the song was Susan's own creation, "The Alan Song." She'd slightly adjusted the words that ran through her mind to better fit the occasion, She repeated over and over:

I am Alan's hole
In the kitchen here he'll take control
I am Alan's ass
He's gonna fuck my butt hard, fast, fast, fast
I am Alan's butt
He owns it all, his mommy slut

Before long, the sounds of her humming turned more to grunting as the intensity and speed of their fucking slowly increased. Inevitably, with all the heat and friction, Alan felt the urge to climax well up inside him. In fact, the need to cum came upon him so quickly that he had to nearly pull out. He grabbed his penis at the base and then again just below the penis head, and he squeezed hard with both hands. He figured that if one emergency technique to prevent cumming didn't work, the other one would.

He sighed with relief as the urge to cum passed. But ever so briefly he felt all of his weariness return. He slumped over his mother, resting on her back, inadvertently driving his stiff pole all the way into her ass yet again.

She smiled and thought, That's my boy! He's no normal motherfucker, that's for sure! Most mommy fuckers would have given up their incestuous seed right there, but not my Tiger! He's just getting started! Us harem nymphos have to earn our cum loads with a lot of hard work and hard fucking. I spied him through the window over the sink and I saw how utterly dead to the world he was, but look at him now! He's doing his Mommy proud. He's putting me in my place! Mommy is Tiger's very proud and happy after school cum dump! If he only knew just how strong a fantasy he's filling right now! Filling literally and figuratively, heh-heh!

I wonder if he remembers that this is the outfit I was wearing the first time he fucked me up the ass. I don't know if he fully understands just how strong my anal need is. He knows that I could get off over and over merely from sucking his cock, and he knows how his thick dick belongs deep inside Mommy's cunt. And he certainly knows that my big tits were made just for his hands to fondle and his penis to slide through and his mouth to suck on. But does he know that my ass is just as needy as all the rest of me? Every square inch of Mommy's hot body has been designed to give my son the utmost in incestuous pleasure! That's what I do now, that's what I live for. But then again, how will he know all that unless I tell him?

"Thank you so much for 'getting my attention' properly, Tiger," Susan panted. "I know it's more than a bit selfish of me to have you greet me like this, but Mommy needs it so bad! Mommy's a completely insatiable slut for son-cock! I promise I won't always be this demanding, but I got so cheesed off, thinking about you fucking all those dozens of hot, sweaty, juicy, teen twats at the orgy. I know that it's only right and proper that you fuck the whole school into submission, but not on a Tuesday! Please? Not on a Tuesday?!"

Alan laughed, happy to see that her anger was finally dissipating. "Mommy, it was only three cheerleaders, not dozens. Well, four, actually." He briefly chuckled at the absurdity of "only" four cheerleaders. "And I promise I won't be so late again. There's no one in the world I want to make happy more than you, nobody! It just about broke my heart to see you disappointed like that when I couldn't get it up. I couldn't stand it!"

Susan was so eager, especially after hearing his virile admission that he'd just fucked four cheerleaders, that she figured he'd already had enough time to rest. She began squeezing and flexing her rectal muscles around his penis in extremely delightful ways. It wasn't just a matter of on or off; now that she'd calmed down a bit she began trying some of the more advanced tricks that she and Suzanne had been working on in recent days. She started by squeezing around one end in of his penis and then letting the pressure of her grip roll along his length much the same way that a crowd in a sports stadium will stand up to perform "the wave." A wave of pleasure coursed through Alan's penis as she did this, but no sooner did she finish than she did the same starting from the other end.

Alan was so surprised that his mouth gaped open and closed like a gasping fish. He had no idea such anal finesse was possible. He'd felt Heather's rectum rippling up and down his length before, but this was somehow completely different from that.

But at the same time Susan was doing this, she spoke casually, showing just how easily she could do these tricks. "Alan, my lover, I have a secret. This isn't just a fulfillment of the fantasy I was telling you about last week, the one where I told you to 'get my attention' by surprising me with a cock stuffing up my butt. I loved how you didn't even touch me first, you didn't even go slow, you just crammed that whole huge thing into me in one massive thrust! What a good son! But actually, that kind of fantasy goes back a ways. What I mean is that long before I mentally allowed myself to dream of getting a good cunt stuffing from you, I channeled a lot of my energies into, um, anal domination fantasies."

"Mom! Stop!" Alan cried urgently.

"What?"

"That anal flexing thing you're doing, God, it's so good! But I'm about to blow, and I can't even pull out when you're doing that."

"What, you mean this?" She let another ripple of flexing pleasure roll back and forth along the length of his penis, and giggled with glee.

"Yes, that!"

She smiled from ear to ear, deeply satisfied that he was enjoying her new technique so much. "Oopsie. I'll stop. I'm so glad you like that, because, for once, that's something I seem to be able to do no problem while Suzanne can't do it at all. If you really like it when I'm doing THIS" - she did it again - "then that almost makes up for the fact that Suzanne's tongue is over an inch longer than mine. That woman is unreal!"

"Mommy, I love it, but please!"

"Oops. Such fun! But as I was trying to tell you, I've been having anal sex fantasies for so long. Pretty much since the start of November, so almost a full month now. In my fantasies, you completely owned my ass, which of course you do now, and I had to spread my cheeks for you at every opportunity! Why, I even imagined you plowing my ass while we were on the front lawn, and the postman walked by with a big look of surprise on his face! But almost always, the fantasies involved you doing me here in the kitchen, usually when you came home from school. You know how much time I spend working in the kitchen, and for this past month, half the time I'm in here I'm fantasizing about you silently sneaking up on me and buggering my ass. For some reason, more often than not the fantasy has me just keep on doing what I was doing, washing the dishes or whatever, while you drill my poor little ass into oblivion! I'd often think about casually asking in mid-fuck, 'How was your day, dear?' as though stretching my horny asshole around your big, thick, hot fuckmeat was a perfect normal, everyday occurence, and today I actually was able to say those very words! That made me so, well, as you kids say it, totally psyched!" She giggled.

"To tell you the truth, Tiger, my anal fantasies started that day that you were putting suntan lotion on all of us and were sliding your big fat mommy-splitter back and forth through my slippery ass crack. God you got me so hot doing that! Even though I was fanatical about boundaries back then, since you were allowed to touch my ass to 'get my attention' I couldn't help but think that if you were to spread my ass open and cram your cock all the way up my butt that you would REALLY get my attention! I thought at first that it would hurt terribly. I was really scared of what would happen if you did shove your huge manmeat into my tiny little asshole, but it was also so terribly arousing to think about! I also thought that if I could take you in my ass, maybe that would satisfy you and we wouldn't have to perform the greatest of incestuous sins, vaginal intercourse. Fortunately I was so wrong and you take all my holes now." Susan grinned and playfully squeezed Alan between her flexing butt cheeks.

She continued, "It wasn't until I talked with Xania that I realized I needed you just as much as you needed me, that there was nothing wrong with my anal needs and fantasies, and that it was wrong to suppress them and feel shame about them. I was so jealous of Suzanne at first, when you fucked her in the ass that first time, but then when I realized that you'd liked it I resolved to become your butt slut mommy and started having fantasies about you fucking me up the ass all the time."

Susan turned her head to look at Alan, the love shining in her eyes, "I don't know why, but when you put your mommy-splitter in my tight little ass, I feel loved by you in a way that I've never known before. I feel so alive and free and happy when your big cock is in my butt. I'll never be a repressed prude of a woman ever again, so long as my son fucks me in the ass. So please, don't ever let me go nearly a week without a good hard buttfucking again. Your mommy needs her butt fucks!"

While Susan was talking, Alan was listening but also intently thinking. Whether she knew it or not, she had him in the palm of her hand, and he didn't like that. He was right on the edge of cumming, and yet she wasn't obeying his command to stop her talented anal squeezing. Every so often, maybe about every twenty or thirty seconds, she'd give him another squeeze to keep him nearly mad with desire. He was fighting for his life not to cum, clenching his PC muscle like crazy. He felt he had to get back on top of things to retain total control of his favorite bouncy and milky mommy slut. Suddenly, the kind of creative inspiration that helped make him such a desired lover struck him, as he realized the silverware drawer was just within reach. As Susan continued to talk, he reached out, opened the drawer, and pulled out a sharp knife.

Normally, Alan would never have thought of bringing a knife anywhere near Susan. Her skin was far too perfect for him to want to chance nicking her, even if the odds were extremely low. She had no freckles, no moles, no bumps - virtually nothing on her skin of any kind except delightfully peachy and nearly invisible short light hair. An airbrush artist would have had nothing to do to her, except maybe cover up some unsightly veins on her feet and hands that inevitably came with age. However, Alan had an idea he just had to try and he promised himself that he'd use a knife this one time only.

He said, "Mommy, you've been a very naughty pair of tits, haven't you?"

"Goodness gracious!" she panted. Her son had never called her a "pair of tits" before, and she loved it. She repeated it back just to make sure he knew she enthusiastically approved. "This big pair of tits is so sorry, son. What exactly did I do wrong to deserve a royal ass fucking, by the way, my cum-filled boy?"

He reached underneath her and found her slit. He pushed two fingers in and rapidly located her G-spot. "It's your outfit. While I love the way it says, 'I live to serve my son and drain him of cum,' it covers up too much of your skin. True, it leaves your ass and cunt exposed for all to see, but what about your tragically covered fun bags? Not to mention the nice bits in between? Your flat and toned stomach, for instance? I could spend years just running my hands over your hips and stomach, but this outfit is in the way."

"I'm so sorry, but I-"

"It's too late! I'm gonna fix it right now!" Knife in hand, he reached down and cut the back of her maid uniform in two with one non-stop but careful cut. The cloth fell to both sides of her torso and he pulled it away, leaving her naked. He tossed the knife into the kitchen sink.

"Oh my God! A knife! It's too much!" Susan was so excited that he'd cut her clothes off that she began to frantically squeeze her anal muscles around his penis. She no longer tried her talented but subtle flexing, but instead seemed to be attempting to squeeze the entire thing off.

Alan barked, "Mommy-slut, that's much better! From now on, I never want to see you wear any clothes again! Ever! Your body is so hot that I want to see all of it, all the time!"

"Oh God!" she screamed with shock, fear, and delight. She hardly knew what to respond to, the knife or his latest arousing comments. "You cut my clothes off! You actually sliced them right in two! Dear God!" Then the full weight of his command not to wear clothes hit her and she shrieked, "You can't mean it!" The way he was massaging her G-spot while thrusting into her ass over and over was more than she could take, and it was all she could do to say that much.

In fact, he didn't mean it. He knew that sometimes a partly clothed woman looked sexier than a completely naked one, and variety is the spice of life, after all. But she didn't need to know that at the moment. Unable to endure any more of her anal muscle tricks, he resumed thrusting in and out with long strokes. "Of course I mean it! Though, needless to say, that doesn't include your high heels or glasses. But that's it!"

The thought of being naked forever for her son, plus what he was doing to her G-spot and asshole, drove her over the edge. With a piercing scream, a multiple orgasm tore through her.

At first, Alan was content just to watch her writhe as her fists pounded the counter helplessly, her body no longer under her control. But then he decided to take things one step further, and he started ramming his penis into her even harder than before. His attack was so fierce that he could no longer keep his fingers on her G-spot, or even in her pussy, but he did manage to grope around on the outside and set off her clit more than once.

Thanks to his continued anal assault, Susan's orgasm seemed to have no end. It went on for a minute or more. She simply couldn't believe she could feel so much pleasure. Finally, it was over and her body went completely limp. However, she didn't move much because she was still flopped over the counter and still had her son's penis deeply impaled in her ass. She sighed over and over as she slowly came down from the highest of highs to a more manageable high.

Finally, Susan recovered enough to speak again. She said, "Thank you, son. So much. So good. I don't deserve a son as good as you. Can you promise me one thing? I want you to meet me like this every day after school. Every single day, surprise me by taking me in the ass or doing me doggy style. These holes on this pair of tits belong to you, and I hope you'll use them at every opportunity."

"Oh, I will, Mommy. But sadly, not every day after school. I do hope to work you in on my busy fuck schedule at least once a day, but it's up to me to determine the where and the when. It's more fun when it's a surprise."

"Oh, Son! 'Work me in on your busy fuck schedule'. I love it! Of course, that is your right and your privilege. This pair of tits must obey you in all things. Oh, and I loved what you said about me being naked all the time! But what will I do when I have to come outside? Or what if we have guests?"

"If we have guests, I assume they'll be sexy women wanting sex. You'll crawl on your hands and knees and service their pussies, naturally. Nakedness obviously will not be a problem. If they're male for some strange reason, we'll hide you away until they're gone, because no other man should be allowed to see my cum-starved mommy looking so extremely sexy. As for going outside, that is a bit more of a problem. If you're going to do something like go shopping at a supermarket, I'll allow you to wear a little more. You can wear cow ears, a cow bell, and a cow tail sticking out of your son-loving butt. Oh, and a collar around your neck. You can put your money underneath the collar in a wad, like the way strippers keep their tips under a garter when they're dancing naked."

"Fuck! Fuuucck!" Susan cried. She'd been too wiped out to squeeze his still very erect penis buried in her ass, but she climaxed again and involuntarily squeezed it some more. "Oh shit! You just made me cum again, you big meanie! Is that any way to treat your helpless mother? Those little cow things don't cover anything at all. Are you serious about this no clothes rule? We'll get in trouble and then everything will be ruined!" She said with a serious urgency, "I can't let that happen, I can't let them take you away!"

Alan rolled his eyes at her gullibility. "Relax, Mommy. It's just sex talk. Of course I like seeing you dressed or partly dressed in sexy clothes. Although... Maybe we can do some stuff like that from time to time. For instance, one of these days we should try a Bound and Naked Mommies Week, where you and Suzanne are tied up naked, and tied to each other for the whole week. Would you like that?"

"Would I like it? God, it makes me so fucking hot! Shut up, please, now, or your butt slut is going to cum again and I don't think I could take it!"

Alan wiped the sweat from his brow. "Oh no. Cumming again. That sounds horrible," he said sarcastically as he began plunging his erection in and out of her asshole some more. He had his second wind now and was ready to get his satisfaction. The truth was, he'd worked himself up with all his talking too, and he was ready to get off.

"NooooOOOOooo!" Susan wailed. "Not the mommy-splitter! Not the big fat mommy-splitter! It's too good! It feels far too fucking good! I'm truly going to lose my mind!"

As Susan started to rhythmically slam into the kitchen counter, Alan decided to push her a little bit more. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts with both hands. They were flattened down on the counter as much as the two massive round pillows could be flattened, but he quickly took care of that by lifting her up by his hold on her rack.

"NooooOOOOooo!" she wailed even more. "Not the tits! Not the tits! Anything but the tits! They're too sensitive! I'm going to cum so hard I'm gonna cry! Please have mercy!"

"Tits? I'm not holding your tits. I'm holding your udders. Are you or are you not a sex cow, making milk and pussy juice for your children to drink up every day?"

"I am! I am! Milk your mommy's tits! Squeeze them until they burst with milk! Use me! Abuse me! Drown me in milk and cum! Milk and cum! No! Noooo! Nooooooo! Here comes another one! Oh God, please! Mercy!" Yet another multiple orgasm tore through Susan's brain and body, seemingly electrifying every nerve ending she had.

Alan now had his mother under his complete control. Her body was a limp rag. She was unable to consciously do much more than beg or breathe. Alan realized he could literally fuck her until she went insane. It was actually in his power to give her so many multiple orgasms that she lost her mind, unless she fell unconscious first. But of course he didn't want to do that. He loved his mother more than anyone in the whole world. His energy still surged through him like a man possessed, but he decided it was time to end their fun.

"I'm gonna cum, Mommy, cum! I'm gonna fill your ass, fill your ass with cum!"

"Yes! ... Fill me! ... Hot seed!" The remarkable thing was that the nearly hyperventilating Susan was somehow still able to say that much.

Soon, both of them were screaming like their guts had been ripped open. They screamed as if the orgasms washing over them were their last acts on Earth.

And in a sense, that was true. They both felt as if they died while cumming. It's not for nothing that the French words for orgasm, petite morte, translates as "little death." Once Alan's penis was emptied of cum, his energy seemed to drain out of him all at once. He fell to the ground, taking Susan down with him. They ended up in a sweaty heap on the floor; Susan mostly sprawled out on top of him. Neither of them could do anything except simply struggle to keep breathing.

CHAPTER 15

Upstairs, Katherine and Amy had been happily engaging in their daily pussy shaving ritual. It was something they'd started a month ago and still managed to do almost every day, although on some days other events, usually involving sex with their brother, took precedence. The actual shaving of their pussies was only a small part of the ritual. The "cleaning" and "testing out the new pussy" parts of the ritual usually took much longer, and that's what they were busy with at the moment. They were sitting on Katherine's bed, grinding away pussy to pussy, when they heard horrific screams from the floor below. But they weren't concerned.

"Sounds like Big Brother is really giving it to Mom good," Katherine pointed out.

"Yep," Amy nodded. "It's kinda frustrating though, don't you think? I wish I had my own 'getting attention' tradition."

"Me too. I wish I had my own day! Geez, Amy. This Tuesday thing has gotten to be such a big deal. I get all excited when I hear the word 'Tuesday' now, and I'm not even involved in the ritual!"

"Well, you are a bit. Mom gets even more horny than usual, and we all benefit, if only from the smell of a cunt in serious heat all day long."

"True," Katherine conceded.

Just then, they heard yet another blood-curdling scream. It went on and on, and they waited until it was done.

"Jesus!" Katherine exclaimed. "And to think, these walls are supposed to be sound proof. Imagine how that would sound if we were in the same room."

"Do you think they need our help?" Amy asked as she casually fondled Katherine's boobs and rubbed her soaked pussy against her sister's equally drenched box. "They've been going at it like that for a while."

"Yeah. The term 'fucked to death' comes to mind. Even if they're okay, curiosity is getting the best of me. I wanna check it out!"

Amy giggled. "Curiosity killed the Kat."

Katherine really liked that joke, and giggled too. "Let's go!"

"M'kay!"

When the two girls got to the kitchen, Susan and Alan looked like a couple of corpses piled on top of each other. Alan's face was mostly in the carpet while Susan stared glassy eyed nowhere in particular. The only way they could tell she was alive was the occasional blink and the slight rise and fall of her chest.

Amy and Katherine just let them be for a while. They got a pitcher of orange juice out of the refrigerator and sat at the counter stools, waiting for their two fucked out lovers to show greater signs of life.

Finally, Susan seemed to snap back into full consciousness and managed to roll off of Alan. But she still couldn't get up.

"So Mom," Katherine eventually said. "Was it a good fuck?"

A Cheshire cat smile slowly spread across Susan's face. She replied with pride, "My son fucked me. Do you have to ask?" She paused, then added, "It was the best! The best! He did me in the ass..." Exhaustion overtook her and she had to stop talking.

But as she lay there, her overall feeling of intense satisfaction was slightly marred by guilty thoughts. As good as that was, it was selfish of me. Tiger was so tired, and I must have drained his last reserves of energy. ... But he's just too handsome and too sexy! How can I not want to fuck him until we both die of exhaustion?! This is how I want to go, with my son buried in me to the hilt. What a way to live and die! ... I'm a fully responsible, complete sane, and mature adult, and I want to be fucked by my son until I die!

And to think, there are millions of people out there who go the whole day without a single good orgasm. Heck, they go for days on end without some seriously steaming sex. Weeks, even! So sad. The only problem is, this whole thing Amy was talking about earlier, with Alan gaining more and more control of our very souls. I should be helping, but I think I'm only making things worse. The problem is that he's only been fucking me since Sunday night. Maybe I'll kind of calm down after a while. I was far too demanding and pushy earlier. I get so carried away! The things I just said, like "This pair of tits must obey you in all things." That's not exactly helping his problem, is it? But it's so true! He gives me so much pleasure I want to worship his cock and every other last inch of him. I can't get over the fact that my own son is such a MAN! Brenda's right. He's a real fuck lord!

I just hope Suzanne and Amy and the others have more willpower than I do. After a fuck like that, I not only wouldn't mind being called a "pair of tits", I'd proudly legally change my name to that, if he wanted me to! I'm so endlessly ecstatic that he loves my big tits so much. I wish they were even bigger, like Brenda's. Susan began groping her breasts with both hands, lifting, pulling, and pinching them in every way.

I could just imagine being at a shopping mall and hearing a voice over the loudspeaker: "Attention, Pair of Tits Plummer. Paging Pair of Tits Plummer. Please report to the white courtesy telephone. Pair of Tits Plummer. If anyone sees Mrs. Tits, er, I mean Mrs. Plummer, please notify security immediately. There's a family emergency as her son immediately needs her in a quote biblical way unquote. For those on the look out, Pair of Tits Plummer is said to have, well, quite an impressive pair of tits. And also a saucy and firm ass. Paging Pair of Tits Plummer, please report to the white courtesy telephone..." Hah! That would be so much fun! She began laughing out loud.

Susan looked up and realized Katherine was standing directly over her, looking down into her eyes. "What's so funny, Mom?"

She reluctantly stopped playing with herself. "Oh, nothing. Just fantasizing. I think you can roughly guess who I'm thinking about because I can't get him out of my mind. But I really need to get up. And we have to get Tiger up. He's supposed to have dinner with his friend Christine in what? Less than two hours, I think, and I don't think he's had his afternoon nap." She rolled over and looked at her son. "Tiger? You up?"

"Yeah." His voice sounded beyond weary. "Barely. ... Kind of drifting in and out..."

Susan, though beyond weary herself, took charge. "My daughters, can you give us both a hand? Tiger and I need to get to his bed. I think I'm too fucked to walk, and I think he's feeling the same. Maybe you can kind of drag us along."

So Amy took Susan while Katherine took Alan, and somehow they got them up the stairs. Alan and Susan partly walked and were partly lifted along. They stopped at the bathroom along the way because Susan finally noticed Alan's many scratches from falling down the stairs earlier in the day. As a typical worried mother, she insisted on applying antiseptic immediately even though his minor wounds didn't really need it. But the application woke him up some.

Then Amy said dreamily, "The ass. Did you hear that, Sister? He did her in the ass? Isn't that just the superest?" One of Amy's hands languidly wandered around to her own naked behind.

That didn't help Katherine's mood, and she replied grumpily, "The ass isn't all that. I'll take it in the cunt any day of the week." She was horribly jealous at how thoroughly fucked Susan was, but she kept quiet about that.

When the group finally arrived at Alan's bed, Katherine asked Susan with some suspicion, "Okay. We made it here somehow. It's obvious why we had to carry Alan here, but why you? Don't you want your own bed?"

"I do, I do. But my role as my son's big-titted sex toy is not yet done. My breasts are simply bursting with milk, and someone's got to help drain them. I was thinking Alan could fall to sleep with his lips on my nipple, if he's up for it."

Alan was too tired to even reply to that, but Susan sat up against the bed's headboard, and he was planted with his face in her chest. Unthinkingly, he closed his eyes and began to suck.

Katherine was miffed, especially since she wasn't allowed to lactate.

But her anger was mollified a bit when Susan said, "Angel, you realize I love you very deeply, as much as a mother can possibly love a daughter. You know that. My other nipple is needy. Won't you help?"

Katherine helped. Within seconds, she had her face on a big pillowy boob and was happily sucking away. But she was still irked. She knew that what her mother said was true: Susan did love her as much as a mother can love a daughter. But she also knew what was unsaid: a mother can love a son even more than that, when that mother literally lives to get fucked by that son's penis.

Amy just stood there, naked as usual. She asked, "What about me? No more nipples for little ol' Amy..."

"I'm sorry, Amy," Susan said apologetically. "Why don't you join us on the bed and play with Katherine's body, since Alan and I are all fucked out at the moment."

Amy happily did so without further thought. She curled up behind Katherine and was content for the moment to just hold her and nuzzle her face into her neck. She knew that now was a restful time and not a time to get into anything heavily sexual. Alan would undoubtedly fall asleep in a few minutes and then the rest of them would go.

Susan continued, staring at the ceiling with dreamy eyes, "It's just that I want to share a moment with my two original children. I'm feeling nostalgic. Katherine? Alan? Do you remember how life used to be just a couple of months ago?"

Both of them mumbled "Mmmm-hmmm"'s.

"When I look back on how I used to be, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. I'm so glad that we have our new video monitoring system because now we can save our memories forever. For instance, I know I'm going to watch my royal ass fucking from today over and over again. But I'm not thinking back all the way to my previous prudish existence, but more to how things slowly changed. I wish we had some video of those first days. Alan, do you remember how this all started? Why, there were days when you actually had to masturbate many times to reach your six times a day treatment! I mean, the very idea of you masturbating. It's so absurd. If you ever masturbate again, some sadly underfucked girl somewhere is going to cry."

Katherine and Amy giggled at this, but Alan just kept suckling away. He was already starting to lose consciousness, and Susan's words seemed more like a dream than reality.

Susan continued, "Maybe I'm feeling so nostalgic because I said 'so very improper' to my Tiger today under some pretty unusual circumstances, and I got thinking about all the times I'd said that before. There were times when I said that and actually meant it! I truly thought there were sexual limits. But now I know there are no limits. None at all. Some people might look at our family and be horrified, wondering if we're collectively insane to be sucking and fucking all the day long, but I don't care. I've never been happier in my life! I don't think it's even possible to be any happier than I am right now. What do you all think?"

She looked down at Alan.

"I think he's asleep," Katherine whispered from her vantage point on Susan's other breast.

"Hmmm. I think you're right," Susan murmured. "Can you two finish my tits off in your room, Angel? You can drink some mommy milk too, Amy, and then I'm going to take a nap myself. I think I'm going to sleep for hours."

Everyone carefully disentangled themselves and quietly left Alan sleeping on his bed, dead to the world.

"Wait a second," Katherine said, once they were all in the hallway and Alan's door was closed. "Don't sleep too long after we finish milking you. Amy and I were talking a little while ago during our shaving session, and we both are thinking it would be really good to go to a sex shop tonight." They all headed into Katherine's room as she talked.

"That's right," Amy seconded as Susan lay down on Katherine's bed. "There's so much we need to buy right away!"

"Like what?" a skeptical Susan asked.

Her daughters lay down beside and on top of her where they could start sucking on a nipple each.

"Like, some serious bondage stuff for Brenda," Amy suggested. "We have to make her unveiling tomorrow night super duper special, and she's way into bondage, but we hardly even have a pair of handcuffs in the whole house! That's just not right."

"True, but that can wait until tomorrow during the day. We've got a lot to do tonight and I'm pooped."

Katherine stopped suckling long enough to look at Susan pleadingly. "But Mom! I need my cat gear. To be honest, I'm feeling a little bit unloved lately. I so very much want Alan to take special notice of me. Can't we do it tonight? Please? Please?!"

Susan smiled. "Hrm. Well, let's see what your mother thinks. Your other mother, I mean. She should be back from visiting Glory in a little while. She's more of a planner than I am, and much more responsible and realistic. I'm just a big softy. If she thinks we can fit it in without cutting Amy and Suzanne's official consummation of love short in any way, then I'm all for it. I have some things I'd want to buy, too."

She thought to herself, If I can't give my children the discipline they need, at least I can recognize my failings and hopefully Suzanne can pick up the slack. Things like that are what make the two mommy system so great. Or I should say, the two big-titted nympho sonfucking mommy system, heh-heh! She finished off with, "All right, but we shouldn't disturb our favorite cum-filled boy with our shopping chores. Let's surprise him with some of our new purchases later tonight."

"Good idea! Thanks, Mommy!" Katherine said happily, though quietly so as to not disturb Alan. She was so delighted that she'd probably be able to buy cat-related sex products soon that she wanted to jump up and down.

Alan was finally left all alone. He slept with a very contented smile. As exhausted as he was, he had no regrets about fucking Susan over the kitchen counter. Perhaps they were all heading to ruin with their sex obsession, but if so, he was going to go there smiling all the way.

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