CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 27)

Alan woke up, opened his eyes, and languidly stretched his arms. He glanced around and slowly came to the realization that he wasn't in his own room. He was actually in his mother's master bedroom instead. Suddenly, memories of how he'd fallen asleep with his sister Katherine on one side and his mother Susan on the other flooded into his consciousness. He smiled widely and his arm stretch turned into punches of joy in the air. Yes! Now THAT's how a guy should get some sleep! Not only that, but I actually feel fairly rested. After all the sex I had yesterday, I'm surprised I don't feel like being wheeled off to the hospital.

He paused and did a double take around the room. But wait. I'm alone. Where's Mom and Sis? Shucks. I was kind of getting used to this waking up with a good morning blow job thing.

Just then he saw the door to the bedroom open up as Susan and Katherine tumbled into the room. Alan got the impression that they'd been peeking through a crack in the door.

"Good morning, Big Brother!" Katherine said enthusiastically as she came close.

Susan followed behind her and said in a throaty and surprisingly low voice, "Morning, Son." She was carrying a tray and wore a smile that seemed somehow both matronly and extremely sexy.

Alan looked at both of them with an eyebrow raised. Knowing they were being examined, they closed their eyes and thrust out their chests. He hadn't woken with a hard-on, but that "problem" was fixed in a matter of seconds. "Mmmm. You two look good!"

Katherine sat on the bed on one side of him and Susan stood on the other. Katherine beamed with delight at the mild compliment and said, "What? You're acting like you're never seen us before. Of course we look good, Big Barbell Brother. We always look good!" She straightened up and proudly thrust her chest forward.

Alan laughed, surprised at her blatant self-confidence. "I know, I know. It's just that you two look especially good. Sis, I love your jungle-y little leopard outfit. I could definitely get used to having a pet around here."

Katherine bent her head down and forward, inviting him to pet her long dark brown hair, which he did with one hand. He looked down at the spotted bikini she wore and with his other hand he pulled her breasts out of the top. Since it was a strapless bra, it easily fell down around her stomach. "Ah. Much better," he sighed contentedly as he began to fondle his sister.

Katherine giggled and cooed. She seemed particularly happy and easy to please.

Alan kept his hands on her but turned around to face Susan. "And you. You're looking fantastic, too. I love the apron look."

Susan beamed proudly at her son. "Gotta go with the tried and true in the morning," she mumbled. She wore a yellow apron and nothing else, which showed more skin than it hid. Her aroused milk-laden nipples strained against the fabric.

He took his hand from Katherine's head and brought it to his mother's chest. Her large boobs were covered by the apron, but he quickly released them so they could swing free. "Aaaaah. That's more like it. What's with both of you covering up so much today?"

Susan laughed. She stuck her tongue out and playfully mocked him as she covered her boobs with the apron again. "I'd hardly call this fully dressed. But Suzanne taught us it's more fun getting naked than starting naked."

"True enough," Alan agreed as he looked from mother to sister and back and let his hands wander freely over both of them. "But I must say I'm a bit bummed that I woke up all alone. I was kind of looking forward to waking up with you two by my side."

"So were WE!" Katherine blurted out. She furrowed her brow, and looked up at Susan unhappily. It was obvious the two women had disagreed about this earlier. "But unfortunately, you told us to take it easy on you and let you sleep in. If it were up to me you would have woken up in mid-orgy, but you said you were tired so we had to respect that." She straddled herself over her brother's legs to give him easier access to her body.

"Oh. Yeah." Alan was still coming to and trying to recall all that had happened the night before. "True. Thanks for doing that. I slept in? How late is it, anyway?" He looked at the alarm clock by the bed as he said this, then exclaimed, "Seven twenty? Shit! Fuck!"

"What's the problem?" Susan asked, not at all concerned by the time. She seemed to have some kind of happy secret.

Alan looked down at the bed next to where his mother stood and saw that she had his breakfast in a tray there. Even as he continued to run a hand over her hips, she bent down, picked up a fork, and brought a bite of waffle to his mouth. He thought, Today I'm supposed to help out with a bitch training session with Heather before school, but I can't exactly tell them that. They'll be offended. ... Hell. Why not? Total honesty is good.

He took a bite, swallowed, then said, "Mmmm. Thanks. Um, to answer your question, I uh, well, it's like this. I have an appointment before school."

Susan and Katherine looked past him and at each other. Both raised eyebrows quizzically. "Oh?" they said in unison.

He stopped fondling his sister's chest, closed his eyes in mild embarrassment, and said, "Yeah. It's with Heather and Simone. I imagine there will probably be some fucking going on."

There was a pregnant pause. Surprisingly, there were no words or even murmurs in response.

He opened his eyes to get their reaction since he hadn't heard anything. He looked at Katherine. He could see mild annoyance on her face, but she was trying to put up a brave front. He was pleased to see her smile at him encouragingly. He smiled back.

Then he looked up to Susan.

She grinned like an idiot, she was so happy. "I'm so proud of you, Son! Slipping in a quick fuck with the head cheerleader and her busty black friend before school. I love it! I'm so impressed and proud of my manly son that my heart could burst out of my chest!" She surged forward a bit and brought a hand to her chest as if to stop her heart from breaking out of it.

Alan chuckled and quipped, "That's not the only thing about to burst from your chest, Mom. Is it my imagination, or have your tits grown overnight?"

Nothing could have made Susan happier than to hear those words. If she was beaming before, her face positively glowed with happiness now. "Really? You think?" She was shy at first, but then with determination, she added, "Why don't we find out? We weren't sure if you'd be in the mood after all that happened yesterday, but I think little Alan Junior wants to come out to play, doesn't he?" She brought another fork-load of waffle to Alan's face with one hand and pulled his covers down with the other.

"Not-so-little Alan Junior," Katherine corrected as Alan's hard-on came into view and sprang straight up. "God DAMN, look at the big cum-filled thing! I've missed it so much!"

"I stand corrected," Susan smiled. "Big, thick, iron-hard sister-and-mommy-splitting Alan Junior, I should have said! Quick, Angel, you take care of Alan's tragic sperm surplus and I'll help him eat."

Alan chewed his food and then said contentedly, "Now, that's more like it. What a nice morning." Then he frowned. "But the time! I can't keep Heather waiting! You've heard what a bitch she is."

Susan replied, "There, there. We've been up for ages and we've got it all covered. Your clothes are laid out and I'll drive you to school and everything. Ten minutes of sisterfucking to warm up your penis while you eat breakfast, which you have to do anyway, and you'll be slipping into either Heather or Simone's warm cunt by seven-forty five, I promise."

Alan laughed with glee. "Hmm. If you put it that way, it's a bit hard to refuse. Now, that is what I call a liberated and understanding mom!"

As the others talked, Katherine wasted no time stripping off her bikini top and bottom. Then she straddled herself across his lap and impaled herself down with a contented sigh.

She said, "I told you last night I'm not gonna be jealous, and I mean it. I just need to look at things in a different way. For instance, I want to see you break Heather totally and utterly, like you did with Brenda. If you can turn her into an easily controlled, mindless, starved-for-Alan-cock zombie, then I'm all for you fucking that bitch as much as possible!"

Alan sighed with happiness, as his sister bottomed out on top of him and he could feel his penis go in as far as it could go. "I doubt I'll ever be able to turn her into a Brenda, especially since I still don't understand what happened there. But I'll try." He groaned as his sister's pussy muscles squeezed around his penis. "Geez... Talk about living like a king!"

CHAPTER 2

Alan looked around for his standard glass of orange juice, but he didn't see any drink on the tray.

"Um, Mom?"

Susan could anticipate what he was going to say. She sat down on the bed close to his head. "Don't worry, my loving son. Didn't I tell you we've got it all covered? Just lean forward a bit."

Alan did. The next thing he knew, his mouth was latched to his mother's right breast. He suckled for a few seconds while he thought about how neat it was to drink his own mother's milk with his waffles. The milk tasted sweet and delicious, much better than store-bought milk.

Suddenly he pulled back. "Jesus! Jesus Christ!" He stared up at Susan's bespectacled face in shock and wonder.

"What?" she asked, worried.

"Well, it's just that, dang! You have so much milk today! Yesterday, it was like taking a sip from a dribbling trickle. But today, wow! It's like, it's like some kind of flood of milky mother-y goodness! Dang! It's just like chugging down a glass of milk! What the hell?! And you know what? I think your tits ARE bigger! They look to be absolutely bursting with milk! So soft! So round! So full!" He groped at them as if discovering them for the first time.

Susan blushed and pushed his head back into her chest. "Stop it! Flattery like that will get you everywhere. Why, if you're lucky, I might even let you fuck your very own mommy later. That is, if your sister leaves anything for me."

That comment redirected Alan's attention to Katherine. His eyes drifted to her while his mouth resumed sucking on the other offered nipple.

Katherine was taking her fuck nice and slow, savoring each upward and downward stroke on his long shaft. Sometimes when she bottomed out, she just sat there and gently wiggled while she basked in the sensations of his penis filling her up so thoroughly. This was a very considerate thing to do, because it allowed Alan to suckle and eat his breakfast without jostling the bed.

He winked and gave her a thumbs up.

She winked back and brought one hand to his chest and another to Susan's unoccupied tit.

Alan paused for some moments and luxuriated in the feeling of his sister's tight hole sliding slowly up and down his morning wood, and at the same time he marveled at how great it felt to suckle at the generous flow of milk which poured out of his mother's nipple.

His face still showed surprise at the milk flow, so Susan explained as she picked up more waffle with the fork, "Last night, Katherine and I were so tired that we both slept through the night. So I've built up about as much of a milk surplus as you've built up a sperm surplus. God, there's nothing more horrible than seeing all that sperm trapped in your penis instead of shooting into the hot twat of a big-titted babe like your sister ... or me ... but thank God this morning we'll be able to take care of your problem and mine. Oh, and I should mention that I've been popping those lactation inducing pills like they're going out of style. I probably overdid it a bit, but look!"

She proudly thrust her chest forward into Alan's face even more than she usually did. "I think the pills must really work! It's been less than a week, and I'm already like this. I can only hope I'll get even bigger and milkier in the weeks to come." She beamed, and then leaned forward conspiratorially, "You know, to be honest, I measured myself a few minutes ago, and you know what? I AM bigger! A LOT bigger!" Her voice grew with her enthusiasm. "In fact, you no longer have an E-cupped mommy. Say hello to Susan F-cup Plummer!"

Alan disengaged from her nipple and pulled back a bit. He looked into her eyes to see if she was serious.

Susan, still holding the fork, raised her arms up triumphantly, turning her upper body into a Y-shape. Her apron had more or less fallen off of her completely, but Alan didn't mind. She looked radiant, and completely off the top of any beauty scale. What's more, her enlarged F-cupped boobs stuck out with just as little sag as they'd had before.

Alan whistled in appreciation. His whole body was lightly bouncing up and down now, now that Katherine had started to fuck him a bit more enthusiastically. This was one of his favorite sexual positions, since it meant little work on his part and allowed his penis to achieve deep penetration.

Susan, still beside herself with happiness, enthused, "Eat your heart out, Suzanne!" Clearly, the fact that her boobs were now larger than Suzanne's made her very happy. She put her hands under her tits and pushed them up and out, which made them look positively gargantuan in size. Drops of milk continued to leak out of both nipples. Her breasts were so sensitive that it seemed she was on the verge of climaxing merely from holding them up.

But then Susan thought of Katherine and her breast-size jealousy, and she looked to her with concern. So did Alan.

Katherine looked at both of them with a chagrined look on her face. "What?!" She momentarily pretended she couldn't understand why they were looking at her. Then, she conceded, "Yeah, Mom. The whole stupid jealousy thing again." She continued in a flat voice. "Sorry if I can't get wildly enthusiastic, but on the other hand I'm not going to pout. At least I know that I'll grow too when my turn to lactate comes this summer." She clearly wanted to say more, but she held her tongue from any complaining. She redirected her attention to fucking her brother, and brought both hands to his chest this time. That enabled her to lean forward and support herself against him, yet still leave enough room in front of his face for him to keep eating.

Alan was inhaling the sweet scent of her recently shampooed hair since her head was practically in his face, when another fork full of food appeared in front of his mouth, a piece of banana this time.

"There you go," Susan said encouragingly, as if she was feeding a baby. "We are in a hurry, so keep eating, big boy. You're not allowed to go until you finish off this plate and drink my milky udders back down to a size E."

Alan chewed his food and fondled Katherine's tits with both hands, and also moved his hips up and down a bit, which caused delightful sparks of pleasure to fly from his groin to the rest of his body. He mumbled as he finished chewing, "Multitasking. A bit confusing, but I love it. ... Mom? Sis? Can I tell you both something?"

"What?" They both said at once. They seemed to be saying the same thing at the same time more and more, he noticed.

He looked from one to the other with nearly teary eyes. "I just want to say ... I love you both so much. I don't know how a boy could ask for a better family. So considerate, so caring, so giving, and oh so sexy! You two are the best!"

That brought happy murmurs from the two women. Susan grabbed one of his hands and brought it back to her chest. Then she brought it up to her mouth and sucked on a couple of his fingers at once. All of the sudden, she took them away, and exclaimed, "Damn! Katherine, you think you're jealous of my F-cups? I'm more jealous of what you're doing! I want to make my son so happy that I just want to cry, and I don't even have his cock to suck on! It's not fair! What's a loving mother to do?!" She resumed sucking on three of his fingers bunched together as if they were his penis, even though it was a poor substitute for what she really wanted to caress with her tongue and lips.

Katherine cackled with glee, clearly happy to frustrate her mother this once. But it was good-natured feeling, like the pleasure in winning a board game. "Aw, Mom. Shucks! We both should be shaking our fists at Heather and Simone. They're the ones who are going to get the tasty sperm this morning!"

Susan looked off dreamily. "Don't remind me. That makes me so fucking HOT! Our studly Tiger, sexually satisfying four big-titted babes even before school starts! Oh! Don't say any more, or I'm liable to simply die of joy! Quick, Son, suck me dry!" She roughly grabbed his head and pulled his mouth back onto one of her nipples.

Alan happily drank the milk, which seemed in no danger of running out. He let both of his hands caress the round fullness of the breast he was sucking on. The sensations were so good he wanted to whoop for joy. He was surprised to see serious leaks of milk flowing out of whatever nipple he left unattended, making the experience pleasantly sticky.

At the same time, Katherine had stopped her pogo-like bouncing on his cock and was sitting still, experimentally leaning her head into his chest and running her hair all over his skin. But his pleasure only grew, because in addition to the silky hair stimulating his skin everywhere, her pussy was expertly milking his cock with a great vigor.

He thought, Milking here, milking there. Milking fucking everywhere! Awesome! This is just total sensory overload! I could get used to this! I totally don't deserve all this attention. I do feel so much love for these two. Now I feel like it's MY heart that's about to burst out of my chest! ... And speaking of chests, those F-cups! Holy hell! God, you're shitting me, this is unreal! When I get home and have some more time, I'm gonna wait till those twin puppies are filled with milk and then give them an excellent titfucking! I wonder if I'll be able to hear the milk sloshing around while I fuck her cleavage and have her tongue flicker at my penis head. I don't know, but I sure can't wait to find out! DAMN! ... Not only that, but what if I had Suzanne get a "size upgrade" too?

Heck, why stop there? Everybody should start lactating! God, can you just imagine? Dang, I don't know why, but I suddenly have this vision of all four of them and me walking into a Denny's. They'd all be bra-less, with their tits sloshing around inside their shirts and big milky wet spots over their nipples. The whole restaurant would come to a complete stop. And then they'd start walking forward, and there would be so much collective tit bouncing underneath those shirts that the entire restaurant would erupt into a complete uproar! Heh heh! Eight tits that are all mine. ... OH MY GOD. Ten tits! Imagine BRENDA when she's LACTATING! I don't think she'd be able to stand up without falling over! Heh-heh-heh! This is too cool!

Alan closed his eyes to better focus on all the wonderful feelings of pleasure coursing through his body. He heard simultaneous yelping from Susan and Katherine, and realized both of them were hitting their first orgasms of the day at the same time. His smile grew wider.

CHAPTER 3

Susan made good on her promise. They made it to school before seven forty.

Alan was amazed at how it happened. One minute, he was still sucking and fondling his mother's nipples and feeling his sister's pussy walls squeeze around his prick, and the next minute the two women had practically carried him to the bathroom and then toweled him off after less than thirty seconds in the shower. Then, in literally less than another minute, his clothes were put on for him, and he was whisked out the front door, still half-wet from his "shower." Everything had been taken care of. They even brought a toothbrush and glass of water in the car for him to brush his teeth.

He was mightily impressed and vowed to do something nice for both of them soon to show his appreciation. He mulled over different gift ideas as they made their way to school.

Needless to say, he was in a wonderful mood as he ran to the theater room. But that mood was punctured as soon as he arrived, because Heather looked absolutely livid.

Alan had told them he would be there at seven-thirty and he was ten minutes late. Had it been anyone but Alan she would have verbally ripped the person's head off at first glance. However, she constrained herself, because she was anxious to have her Bitch Tamer put a Bitch Trainer in her ass, and she realized that chewing out Alan would be very counterproductive to that all-important goal. She was so eager for it that she hopped from foot to foot as if she had ants in her pants.

As it was, Heather restricted herself to intense seething. If looks could kill, Alan would have died right there, because if there was one thing Heather hated, it was having to wait. Worse, she had the key to the room she wanted to get into, but she couldn't use it because she couldn't let Alan know that she had it. At least, not yet.

Simone, on the other hand, was rather bemused by the situation and shot Alan a lopsided grin. Normally, she would have been a bit upset at Alan being late, but that emotion was more than overwhelmed by the enjoyment of watching Heather quietly fume. She almost wished Alan would have arrived later, just so she could see Heather go completely ballistic. Simone had many years of abuse from Heather to work through.

Alan caught his breath, looked up and down the hall to see if anyone was looking, then lightly kissed both Heather and Simone on their cheeks.

They were both very surprised at this public display of affection, small though it was. Alan simply never took chances like that. It threw them both off their game a bit, as Alan hoped it would. They were both so surprised that they forgot to say hello.

Then he said to Heather, "My, you're looking good this morning. Nice outfit. You too, Simone. Yummy." He leered at both of them and licked his lips. That was shocking for them yet again. Then he opened the door.

He had good reason to compliment them, because both of them looked great. Actually, that was one reason why Heather was so pissed off. She'd gone to extreme lengths in the morning to make herself look good. She'd preened and prettied herself, and fussed over what she would wear, as if she was going to the homecoming ball to be declared Homecoming Queen. In the end, she'd worn her five inch high heels (again), an extremely short brown leather skirt, and a loose and very low cut blue top with no bra underneath. The top practically begged one to peek in and have a very good look around. She was quite possibly more scandalously dressed than she'd ever dressed at school before, which was saying a lot. She was upset at herself for going to such great lengths just because she was going to meet Alan, and doubly upset that in return he disrespected her by showing up late. She was also miffed that he dressed no differently today than he always did.

Simone had dressed just as casually as she always did, too. She wore her usual sneakers, blue jeans, and T-shirt. The only difference was that, feeling outdone by Heather, she'd tied a knot in her white T-shirt to expose her very toned and muscular abdominals. She enjoyed being with Alan, but she wasn't in love with him like Heather was, so she saw no need to go to great lengths to look good.

As Alan closed the door, he whistled in appreciation again and said, "Did I miss something? I thought today was Wednesday, not Friday."

Both Heather and Simone were confused by this comment. But Heather, still fuming and looking for a chance to get a dig in about him being late, said in a nasty voice, "Obviously you have a very fucked up sense of time."

Alan just smiled as if he wasn't bothered in the slightest, which was true. He was still on an emotional high from his time with Susan and Katherine and not much could faze him at the moment. He said in a deliberately bright voice, "Do I? I'm just confused because I'm thinking from the way you're dressed that it must be Grope Naked Heather Day, and you know those only happen on Fridays." He reached forward and down and casually stuck a hand between Heather's thighs. He cupped her pussy as if he owned it.

Heather gasped, both by her recollection of the wonderful Grope Naked Heather Day fantasy he'd spelled out for her last Thursday, and at his impetuous manner of grabbing her crotch like she was nothing but a sexual object. She loved it and thrust her pussy into his palm.

But her anger didn't fade easily. She muttered menacingly, "Some nerve you have, just waltzing in here like that."

Before she could say more, Alan pulled the crotch of her underwear aside and thrust two fingers up her pussy. Her pussy was still unlubricated because it had happened so fast, but it didn't stay that way for too many seconds.

He yanked her skirt down with one pull using his other hand, then commented, "Ah. Butt floss. Excellent choice, my bitchslut." Sure enough, she was wearing a microscopically thin white thong. The only place it showed any significant fabric at all was right over her pussy, or at least it had before he pulled it aside.

Simone had to stifle a laugh as she watched a range of conflicting expressions cross Heather's face. Finally, Heather simply bit her lip. Simone was impressed at the speed with which Alan had taken the situation in hand. She began to wiggle out of her own extremely tight jeans.

Alan, meanwhile, continued to act fast while Heather reeled with confusion. He yanked her blue top up past her boobs and onto her shoulders. It was no easy task, since the top was so tight it seemed painted on. Then he roughly fondled a tit with one hand and continued to pump his fingers into her moistening pussy with the other. "Nice. I was just looking at the two of you and thinking how nice it would be to get at the candy underneath these wrappers. You look like a particularly tasty and ripe bitch."

"How dare-" Heather began to bark, but she stopped abruptly because Alan slapped her hard on the butt. Her micro-miniskirt was in a pile around her feet and the butt floss down her ass crack covered nothing, so the smacking sound of skin on skin reverberated around the room quite loudly.

Then, in a very dexterous move, Alan took his hand from her richly tanned ass and grabbed her by the ponytail. He yanked her head down while his other hand pressed up against and into her pussy. This forced her to bend over until her body was at a perfect right angle, with her ass sticking high up in the air. It happened so fast that she had no time to defend herself. He didn't even plan to do it, it just happened spontaneously.

Heather was more flabbergasted than ever before in her life. She was too stunned to speak and her body froze into place.

Taking advantage of that, Alan let go of her ponytail and brought his free hand around her torso until he found her tits again. They hung down low, like the udders on a cow. He began to knead them with one hand, but kept pumping her pussy with the other. He said in an authoritative tone, "Now. That's better. This is how a bitchslut should present herself to her Master, isn't it? ... Isn't it?" He waited for an answer, and when none came, he drew his hand away from her dangling tits and then spanked them with another loud smack.

"Ow! That hurt!" Heather bitched, but if anything, her body was even stiffer and her ass was even higher than before.

"Aren't you forgetting the magic word?" Alan reminded her.

"Ow, that hurt, Sir," she belatedly remembered.

Alan drew his hand back a great distance then let a great slap hit her ass. This one was much harder than the first.

"What?!" Heather complained. She was still extremely angry. In fact, she was much angrier now than when Alan had arrived. Except her anger was turning into burning lust. It was all she could do not to fall to the ground and beg with every fiber of her being for Alan to royally fuck her.

Alan spanked her tits again, then went back to groping them. "No. Not 'what?' Not 'Ow, that hurt, Sir.' You should have said instead, 'Thank you, Sir! May I please have another? Sir?' That would show the right attitude. And what kind of attitude is that, my bitchslut?"

Heather's face was bent down, looking at the ground, which was good because she was too embarrassed to look anyone in the face. But she blushed and closed her eyes nonetheless. She said in a very quiet voice, "Um, I'm uh, I'm here, my body is here, to... to... to serve your pleasure, Sir. I am here for your amusement. Sir."

Alan raised his eyebrow and even opened his mouth with surprise. He was glad Heather couldn't see his reaction. He thought, Dang, how does this kind of thing happen? I had no idea what I was going to do before I came in here; I didn't even think about it. Somehow, I always seem to instinctively know just how to treat her. But what she just said surprises even me.

He quickly recovered, and said in the deep and authoritative tone he'd taken to using whenever Heather was around, "Yes. Very good. Very good indeed. Just for that, I'm not going to spank your ass until you cry and beg for mercy, like I was planning to do for your impetuous comments a minute ago. You are here for my amusement. Exactly. Your whole body, its entire purpose, is to serve me and make me feel good. As such, the next time I see you, and every time I see you until I tell you to stop, I want you to greet me just like this: bent over at a perfect right angle, with your butt floss askew, and your tits completely exposed."

Inwardly, Heather was burning up with anger while, outwardly, her body and pussy burned with lust. She thought, I'll get you for this, Alan! I swear to God, if there's one thing I'm gonna do, I will get my revenge! I'm going to make YOU bend over and beg, you worthless fuck! That's right! I'm not going to TAKE this shit! Fuck YOU!

But the words were only to herself. While her mind rebelled, her body had different intentions altogether. Her body only knew how to obey such a firm hand and strong masculine voice. She found herself nodding slightly, and realized with horror that she would do it. The next time I see him, I'll greet him willingly just like I am now, no matter where I am, no matter who I'm with! It's true! It was such an intoxicatingly arousing thought that her whole body trembled with excitement and she struggled to stay bent over. She tottered precariously on her very high heels.

She found herself asking, "But Sir! What if the next time I see you is in public? Or the time after that? Certainly you can't expect me to act like this in public?! ... Uh, Sir!"

Alan pondered that for a minute while he continued to fondle her shaking tits and pussy.

Her body had really gotten into the rough treatment and her hips began thrusting back into his hand. This caused her tits to wobble and sway in the most delightful ways, which made the groping of them that much more fun.

Finally, Alan replied, "Hmm. Good point. I guess that'll be an interesting sight to see. I usually see you between third and fourth periods as you're leaving Glory's class and I'm entering it. It'll be interesting to see how she reacts today when you yank your top up and present your naked ass to me like the bitchslut that you are."

"NoooOOOOoooo!" Heather shrieked as she stayed bent over like her life depended on it. "Not in Ms. Rhymer's class! Please! Not that! I'll do anything!"

"But you already will do anything for me, won't you? So your words mean nothing. ... I'll tell you what. Just because your 'here for my amusement' answer was so good, I'll give you a break. You still have to bend over, and of course call me 'Sir' at all times, but you can keep your top on in public places. For now. ... And, hell. I'm in an unusually good mood today. You don't have to stay bent over the whole time you're talking to me. Just ten seconds should be long enough."

"But Sir! If I bend over like I am now, everyone is going to see my ass! My completely naked ass! Everyone would be able to see everything, what with this stupid useless butt floss! ... Sir!" She let out an audible sigh of relief as she belatedly remembered to say "sir." She shuddered in near orgasmic delight as she both feared and looked forward to see what Alan might do next if she broke the rules again.

Alan replied calmly, "You'll just have to make sure your ass is facing the wall when you see me in public, then."

Suddenly, from his back side, Alan heard Simone burst into laughter. He'd gotten so caught up in dealing with Heather that he'd completely forgotten Simone was there. He disengaged from Heather and turned to look at Simone.

Not only was Simone laughing, but she'd actually started to clap with glee. She was overjoyed by what she heard and saw. She couldn't get over how Alan could treat Heather. For everyone else, Heather was relentlessly domineering and bitchy, but Alan seemed to somehow magically flip a switch inside her friend and control her like she was a living doll. Simone loved it. She felt it was payback time for all the countless times Heather had others in the position Alan had her in now, although usually Heather had others metaphorically fucked in the ass instead of literally so.

Heather had been attempting to pull her butt floss down her thighs, but her hands were so shaky with excitement that she couldn't manage to get them down very far. Bending down enough to get them would be a risky attempt given her five inch heels, so she gave up the attempt. Her helplessness in accomplishing such a simple task somehow only aroused her even more.

She turned her attention to Simone instead. She raised her head and found Simone across the room. The busty blonde glared and said, "Shut up! What's so funny?! Simone, I don't like how Alan is making you all... Well, I don't know. ... Just like ... You don't know your place anymore!" Because Heather was unable to insult Alan, she had to abuse somebody, and Simone was the only other target. Plus, she did really feel Simone had become too emboldened. It had nothing to do with skin color - everyone was inferior to Heather in Heather's eyes.

But her words didn't exactly go over well. Simone replied in an exaggerated Southern accent, "Oooh! Massa Heather! Yes'm! Simone goin' go back to cotton fields, where she done belong! She don't wanna bother Massa Heather none!" Simone bowed repeatedly and abjectly as she slowly backed away from Heather like the lowliest plantation slave. But, as the three of them knew, her performance was entirely sarcastic.

Alan slapped Heather's ass again, hard. Then he slapped her tits a couple of times, but not very hard; he just liked to watch them sway back and forth. Finally, he said, "Heather. Shame on you. Simone is right. She's no one's slave. Not even mine. Not yet." Alan shot Simone a mischievous look as he said "Not yet" - his "bad Alan" side had the upper hand at the moment.

He turned back to the drooping and dripping Heather and continued in a nearly menacing tone, "When you insult Simone, you insult me. It's that simple. Whether I'm there or not. Simone is obliged to report any slight to me so you can be properly punished. It's all part of your Inner Bitch Training, or had you forgotten why we're all here? Now, you keep your pussy warm with your fingers. I need to inspect Simone." He walked away.

Heather stayed bent at a perfect right angle, even though her body had gotten very tired of the position and it was agony to stay like that with the heels she wore, because Alan had not told her to do otherwise. And the more Alan ruled over her, the more she wanted to obey and be fucked by him, and only him.

CHAPTER 4

Alan turned around and took his first good look at Simone since they'd walked into the room five minutes earlier.

Simone had stripped naked, which Alan appreciated. She struck a cocky pose, both casual yet ready to spring into action.

He liked that pose a lot, too. He continued to stare at Simone and said, "Look here, Heather. You could learn a lot from Simone. I don't need to order her around, like I have to with your bitchy ass. Even though she doesn't know me very well yet, she instinctively knows that when we're alone, it's time to get naked."

Alan walked right up to Simone, and ran a hand up one of her arms and then across her back, as if to inspect some merchandise. "And what a naked body. Look at these legs. Strong. Muscular." Alan ran both hands down Simone's legs and squeezed her dark and toned thighs. Then he let a hand lightly brush her ass cheeks, and cupped her pussy mound. "Look at this bush. Thick. Hairy. But well trimmed. Nice." He poked a finger into her pussy lips briefly, but then moved his hands on up her body. "And this stomach. Hard like a marble table. But still, tiny fuzzy and nearly invisible hair makes it soft to caress." One hand stayed near her pussy and tweaked her clit repeatedly.

Simone shuddered with delight. She found her whole body afire with anticipation. No one had ever made her feel like this before. She knew that Alan could touch her anywhere, do anything to her, and she would not resist.

One of Alan's hands reached Simone's tits. "And look at these tits. Veeerry nice. Why, Heather, I dare say they're more fun to play with than yours. They may be a bit smaller, I can't be sure, but at least they're all real." He brought his other hand up and hefted her breasts up and down a couple of times.

Actually, Simone's breasts had been slightly augmented from D cup to DD cup so she could slightly out do Heather in size. However, the job was so well done that Alan couldn't tell they were fake. Simone saw no reason to correct his mistake (she'd told him about her implants the first time he'd touched her breasts, but apparently he'd forgotten).

Simone thought, This is fucked up. Alan is inspecting me like I'm some kind of cattle. No, it's like I'm a slave at a slave market. God, all those horrible stories about slave markets, and I'm loving it! He's treating me just like Heather, just like a piece of fuck meat, and I'm loving that too! Fuck!

She looked over at Heather who looked fairly ridiculous bent over like a frozen statue, with her butt floss abandoned about halfway down her thighs and her top still bunched up around her shoulders. Fuck this! I am NOT going to let myself become like that. I'm not going to become just a Heather clone in his eyes. I have to do something to make myself different. Plus, being treated like this might be fun for a little bit, but not all the time. That's not me. I'm no master, I'm no slave, I'm just ... me. I've gotta keep my cool. Keep my-aiaiaiaieee! Shit! Aiiiieeee!

Alan's hands had found their way to Simone's face, and he inspected it as if he had never touched one before. When he opened her mouth and began to probe around inside with his fingers, Simone lost it and climaxed on the spot. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground.

Alan looked at her, then added, "You know, you should win some kind of award with that body. You are definitely Alan-worthy." He smiled and walked away. "Bad Alan" was truly in his element now. He was operating on pure instinct with no care for anyone's feelings.

Simone tried not to consciously focus on the "Alan-worthy" comment. Had she been asked about it when she wasn't fully aroused she would have called it an arrogant and insulting remark. But in the mood she was in, deep down her pride soared and she felt in the heat of the moment that she would do anything for him.

He made his way back to Heather and said, "You can get on all fours to support yourself, bitchslut. And I'm sure I don't have to tell you what else to do." He unbuckled his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then he stepped forward into Heather's face.

"No, Sir." She dropped both hands to the ground, which left her pussy horribly empty for the moment, but there was no choice in the matter. Her body weight needed to be supported in a different way.

Heather lunged at Alan's penis with such an impassioned frenzy on her face that he almost backed off. He was actually afraid she might damage it, as she seemed to be so out of control. But everything happened so quickly that he didn't have a chance to move even if he wanted to.

Funnily enough, as soon as she wrapped her lips around his dick, her demeanor changed. She began to suck contentedly, as if the act had at least temporarily tamed a wild beast within her. But even as her mouth hummed with happiness, she thought, I can't believe I'm doing this! This sucks! Literally! Me, sucking cock? I fucking hate cocksucking! ... But then again, this is Alan's cock, and what he did to Simone was so hot. He really showed her her place! Alan's seed isn't like other seed. It's special. Magical. God, I need to swallow it. Gallons and gallons of it!

She hummed and sucked and licked with abandon, but then some semblance of the old Heather returned to her head. Wait a minute. What the hell is going on here?! "Magical seed?" Did someone fill me up with stupid pills or something? Am I letting Smurf Boy get the best of me, yet again?

"Smurf Boy" was a derisive name Heather had recently coined for Alan after she'd found out that he used to be into the Smurfs when he was much younger. But she had yet to say it out loud to him or to Simone.

This can't be happening! Sure, I'm gonna suck his cock and love it! But! ... But that's not all. Revenge. I can't forget the revenge. I need to be the one to issue the orders around here! I'M going to be the one to order Alan to whip his cock out and shove it down my throat! I'm going to own him, body and soul! He's going to be MY pet! I'm gonna suck his cock night and day, but on MY whim! In fact, he's going to be my... what did I say earlier? That's right: he's going to serve ME for MY amusement!

And as for Simone, fuck her! Traitorous, evil, so-called-friend! Ha! They're both going to pay! Everybody's going to pay! In fact, I'm going to speed up my plans and start my revenge today. I can't stand to take even one more day of this crap. When I'm done with him, I'm going to be Alan's only girl! Alan is going to pound my ass, morning, noon, and night! Then, when my ass just can't take any more, he'll empty load after load down my throat. Not even Simone will be allowed to taste his magical seed unless I say so! ... Aw, fuck. I just said that corny thing again. But it's so true. Mmmm. Tasty pre-cum. Even his pre-cum is like a drug. I love it!

While she thought about all this, she overheard Alan bark orders to Simone, telling her to get the blindfold and how to prepare the dildo. Heather loved it. Apparently, Simone was going to do the dildo insertion while Alan supervised and Heather continued to suck his cock. She loved that, too. Whatever anger she had from before was gone. It had all been channeled into pure lust.

CHAPTER 5

"So. What are we doing here?" A bulky football player sat himself down on a bench in the men's locker room. It was about twenty minutes before the start of school and this room was normally empty at this time, but now there were nine football players all sitting on benches and staring at each other.

"Thanks for making it, Dave," said Ryan. He, along with another player named Jerry, were the ringleaders of previous plots against Alan. For instance, they led the efforts to push Alan down the stairs and have him sit in a freshly painted classroom chair. Both Ryan and Jerry were giant linemen. But Ryan had smarts while Jerry was a dumb as he looked, so it had fallen on Ryan to lead the meeting.

Dave nodded at Ryan, then smiled at one of the other players and gave him a manly hand shake that was more of an arm grasp. "Rock! Man! It's great to see you again. How's it hanging?"

Rock, a.k.a. Rockwell, had been the team's star quarterback until he'd been expelled from the school a week before. He also was Heather's previous public boyfriend. "Good. As I was just telling the guys, it's going all right in the new school. I get to start next week, which is good for me, but let's just hope we don't have to play you in the playoffs!"

There was good natured laughter about that, then Dave asked, "But what are you doing here?"

Ryan answered before Rock could say anything, "We'll get to that. Now that we're all here, let's get to business." He looked around, and satisfied that everything was in order and all were present, he launched into an explanation. "Why is Rock here? It's all about revenge. He got kicked out because of that little prick Alan Plummer. I don't need to remind you that Plummer's the reason we lost last week and our season is headed down the toilet. We lost our good friend Rock, four players got suspended from last week's game, and he's making a fool out of us. He got out-"

"Hey," Rock spoke up. "Don't forget the worst part. He's stealing our women! Heather left me for a fucking NERD, and she won't even return my phone calls! He's got some kind of weird hold over her."

Another player added, "Yeah. There are all these rumors about the guy. Supposed to be some kind of great lover. I don't get it. He's just a tiny twerp. This is like that movie, Revenge of the Nerds."

Ryan spoke, "Except that we're going to give this one a different ending. There are nine of us and one of him. He hardly has any friends at all, and the ones he's got are even bigger dweebs than he is. Plus, most the rest of the team is with us, some more, some less. It's just that you're the only guys I can trust."

"Especially with Brad," another player pointed out.

Rock replied, "Yeah. Brad. He seems like an okay guy, but he is the brother of Alan's girl, so there's no telling where his loyalties lie. He doesn't say much. But nine is more than enough. With this group, we can knock Alan's head so far up his ass that his nose will be rubbing up against his belly button, from the inside."

Ryan chimed in, "Hey. I'm all for physically messing him up. But that's not the whole solution. If we bust him up, he'll just get healed sooner or later and then he'll get all kinds of sympathy from the girls and we'll be painted as the bad guys. Unless we want to cause permanent damage-"

Rock smacked one of his hands on the other angrily and cut in, "I say, we fucking chop his penis off! That'll teach him not to stick it where it doesn't belong! Without his penis, he's nothing. Think about it. Why would the likes of Heather go out with a total loser like him. He must have a monster horse cock. Ten inches, at least. I hear that's what all the women want these days. They fucking obsess about huge cocks."

Rock frowned angrily. Most of the players in the room were too thick to notice, but Rock obviously had a grudge against big penises because his was undersized. And since the rest of his body was so big and muscular, that made his penis appear to be even smaller than it was. (Needless to say, Heather had only gone out with him because he was the star quarterback and her ticket to being named Homecoming Queen, not because of his sexual skill or endowment.)

There were some murmurs of agreement, but Ryan said, "Nice idea, but let's get real. What are you going to do, chop it off with a knife? Come on. Who would ever really do that? Nobody except that Bobbitt woman, and she was crazy or something. I wouldn't even be able to get close to touching anything down there. Now, kicking him hard in the 'nads, that I can do. Let's cause some permanent damage so he'll never be able to enjoy using the thing."

That got a much better response. Even Rock could see that was much more practical.

Ryan continued, "But like I was saying, physical damage is not enough. I'll tell you what I want. I want him out of this school so I never have to see his ugly face again. It would be poetic justice if we can get him expelled. Revenge for what happened to Rock here. But if we can't get that, then at least scare him so shitless that he'll run from this school with his tail between his legs. After that thing about painting his desk didn't work out yesterday, I got to thinking: why nickel and dime with a little thing here, another thing there? Each time we do something, it's a danger. Who knows, the rest of us might get expelled. So we should just do one thing so horrific that we'll completely break Alan's spirit. Make him piss in his pants in fear. If we do this right, we'll never see him again, I guarantee it."

Another player nodded and asked, "So, what you got in mind?"

Ryan explained, "Like I said, we've gotta go all out. We need to show everyone in this school who's boss. I say, we lure Alan somewhere so we can do whatever we want. That's why I invited Rock here, 'cos I knew he would want to take part. And this is what's sweet: what's the lure? Why, of course, Amy, his ditzy girlfriend. How many of you have thought about doing her? Who hasn't? She's such an airhead that we can lure her to someplace safe, like maybe this locker room after school. Then we tell Alan that we've got his girl and we're going to do her, repeatedly, if he doesn't show up and take his punishment like a man."

Rock, who had already worked out the plan with Ryan, explained excitedly, "And here's my favorite part of the plan: it's win-win! If Alan shows up, then we kick his ass into the next time zone. If he doesn't, then we've still got Amy, and we can do whatever we want with her and get revenge on Alan that way. Then beat him up the next day on top of it. We can't lose!"

"Yeah," Ryan agreed, pleased with his own plan. "And if Alan does show up, who's to say we don't fuck Amy right there in front of him? But that's not all. Gary, I was thinking. Everyone here knows you're gay."

Gary was the team's only openly gay player. As a linebacker, he was also a member of this group. "Yeah. So what of it? I've told you that if anyone gives me grief about that, I'm gonna kick their ass."

"Hey, relax, pal. We're all friends here. Rock and I were thinking. Let's make Alan's humiliation complete. If he's so big into fucking, let's see how he likes getting fucked in the ass!"

Gary looked at the others warily. "And you expect me to be the one to do it, I take it."

Ryan and Rock nodded. Rock added, "We're not asking you because we're thinking you'd enjoy it. This is not about that, this is about making him pay. We want to completely destroy him mentally. This is a power play. My hatred is so great that I could almost talk myself into doing him. But I know there's no way I could actually do it, when push comes to shove. We were thinking you could."

Gary frowned. "I don't know. It's one thing that you all know I'm gay, in the abstract. And it's bad enough the way everyone's so awkward around me in the showers and everything. But if you ever saw me do something like that, none of you would ever look me in the eye again. This plays into every bad stereotype. Even if it was in the next room, you all would be too freaked. Sorry. I don't want to do it in the slightest, and you can't make me do it. Now, fuckin' pummel him with our fists, I'm all over that. You know, I saw something in a movie where you can take a towel and wrap it around a bar of soap, and cause some serious pain without leaving any marks. I'm thinking that might be smart."

Ryan answered, "I'm with you. Good idea with the soap. And we totally understand about you not being willing to do the other thing. We were more just throwing that out there. I'm thinking though, maybe we could hire a couple of people to do it. A couple of guys to fuck him at both ends. Then take pictures and video. If we could get that, he'd not only leave the school, he'd probably leave the state altogether!"

The others all nodded with approval.

Rock said enthusiastically, "If that's cool with everyone, I'll be more than happy to pay whatever it costs to hire those guys. Alan is going to be sorry he was ever born. Did I tell you guys? After I broke up with Heather, I found out she'd started sleeping with him even before she broke up with me! He disrespected me and all but spat in my face! I cannot bring him enough pain!"

All the other players desperately tried to avoid looking each other in the eye, and especially avoided looking at Rock. The truth was, nearly every guy in the room had had sex with Heather while she was still going out with Rock (Gary was one obvious exception). They'd even joked with each other over how oblivious he was about her fucking half the team.

However, they did have some sympathy for Rock in that they all felt like jilted boyfriends as well. Once Heather got involved with Alan, her interest in all her other partners had dropped to next to nothing, and when she did pay them any attention she was increasingly demanding. Just days earlier she'd told them all that she wasn't willing to fuck any of them anymore unless they measured up to her higher expectations. She'd even outright challenged a select few of them to try and fuck her in the ass, which had resulted in failure and humiliating rejection. All the players rightly blamed Alan for Heather's new even bitchier and demanding attitude.

In an attempt to quickly redirect the conversation, one of the other players said, "So this all sounds good. So when can it happen? What do we need to do?"

Ryan replied, "We should talk to Amy and try to get her to meet at a certain time and place. We may just have to roll with the punches. If she isn't game, we can always go after Katherine, as a backup plan. We could even see what develops today, though I'm hoping we can do it in a way so that Rock can be there to take part. That's why I'm thinking it might be best to do it on Friday. We've got a football game over the break and Rock's team does not, and of course Amy has to be there as a cheerleader. And it would give us so many excuses. Like everyone needs to come to such and such a spot after the game to take a team picture or some shit like that. Amy's such a bird brain that any old excuse will do."

Dave said, "How 'bout we tell her she needs to come over to the men's locker room to suck my cock?"

The other guys laughed.

Ryan answered, "She's such a fucking cocktease, but she's gonna get what's coming to her. Don't worry, she's gonna suck your cock lots of times before the afternoon is over." There were more cheers in response to that.

One player named Craig who hadn't spoken yet asked, "Uh, don't you guys think that might be going too far? I don't want to get in trouble. This seems like some serious shit you're talking about here. Isn't it good enough to just kick his ass and kick him out of the school? I mean, what did Amy ever do to us?"

Ryan joked, "And I thought Gary was the gay one in our group! Come on, Craig. This is too-hot-to-trot Amy we're talking about here! She's fucking cockteased us all for years, that's what she did! Don't tell me you don't want to do her. Can't you just imagine having your cock in her mouth, Dave with his cock in her cunt, Ray with his cock in her ass, and then her hands pumping two more cocks? Come on! Think about it and tell me you don't want to do it. She may resist a little at first, but she's so sexual. You can't rape the willing. You know she'll end up loving it."

Craig thought about it. He was huge but dumb: one could almost visualize gears slowly turning in his head as he thoughts. Yet he asked a surprisingly good question. "What if Alan doesn't show, but just calls the police instead?"

Ryan explained, "We don't actually do anything with Amy until we have Alan under our power. We just keep her busy talking and stall for time. The police aren't going to come to protect some kid from school bullies. And even if they do, all they'll find is a group of guys hanging out with a girl and it's the story of nine guys versus one. Anyway, do you have any idea how hard it is to get the police around here to come quickly for anything these days? You could tell them someone's been murdered and it would take them over an hour to arrive, if you're lucky. Alan's not going to sit around and wait while he imagines us doing who-knows-what to her, and he's got no friends of his own to help. Once we've got him and her, we move to a safer location so we can really take our time. Don't worry. I've got it all worked out."

Craig pondered that. Finally, he made a goofy grin and said, "Yeah. Sounds pretty cool."

Ryan was pleased. Everyone was clearly onboard with the plan. While no one wanted to say it out loud because Rock was there, they hoped Amy would soon take the place of Heather as the school slut. He continued, "All you guys need to do is two things. One, shut the fuck up. Not a word about this to anybody! That's why I'm sticking with just you guys, because I know you all and trust you like brothers. And two, just show up when the time comes and be ready to bash Alan's head in. Rock and I will take care of everything else. Is that clear?"

"Yeah!" the others all yelled in reply.

Ryan stood up and said dramatically, "Are you with me?"

"YEAH!" The others all stood up and pounded their fists in the air. It was easy to rile them up just as the coach would do before each game.

Rock slapped a lot of high fives, and patted a lot of backs, then said to the group, "I gotta run. I've gotta get back to my new school. But it was great seeing you all. You've got my cell number. If something comes up, give me a call and I'll drop what I'm doing and come right over, even if it's in the middle of school. I just can't wait to see the look on Alan's face. He's going to be so sorry he ever touched Heather."

CHAPTER 6

At the very moment that Rock said that, Alan and Heather were only a couple hundred yards away. Alan aggressively thrust his hips and pounded his penis into Heather's face.

Heather gasped for breath through her nose as she fought to tease his penis with her tongue and lips despite all the motion, so she could taste another load.

But suddenly Alan stepped back, leaving her mouth empty. He told her, "Bitchslut, we need to do something else. Time is wasting. Crawl across the room until you reach that table."

Heather's eyes followed where his finger pointed. "Yes, Sir." Puzzled, she began to crawl. She started to complain to herself, What is this? I'll bet he's just trying to humiliate me. He and Simone are laughing at my expense! Enough of this. Who does he think he's dealing with? I'm Heather, God dammit! I'm the queen of the school! Head cheerleader! Men crawl to ME on hands and knees, not the other way around! I don't need this abuse. I'm going to stand up right now, flick them the bird, and walk out of here!

Instead, she kept crawling. She was so overwhelmed by lust that she could barely think straight. It was as if she was both drunk and drugged. She reached the table he'd pointed to, and asked, "Well, Sir? I'm here."

"Very good. Now crawl back." He'd made her crawl to give Simone time to prepare the dildo without Heather seeing, but also just to enjoy the sight of Heather crawling.

Simone chortled with laughter.

Heather was even more pissed off than before. That's it! I am SO going to DESTROY him today! And to think that a couple of minutes ago I was practically worshipping his cock. Cocksucking?! Me?! Forget it! Never again. I'm so out of here. I am going to get up and leave. Now. Right now. This very second.

But Heather did no such thing. Her conscious brain had very little control over her body. She finished crawling back to Alan. Her lust was so off the scale that the room actually seemed to be slightly spinning. She dizzily comprehended that Alan and Simone no longer stood. Instead, Alan sat on a couch, wearing just his T-shirt, and Simone hovered over him, about to sit down onto the stiffness protruding from his lap.

Alan said to her, "Come here, bitchslut. Simone's having some trouble putting it in her hole. Help her slide it in."

Heather screamed out loud, "NoooOOOOoooo! Please! Sir! Please! Fuck ME!"

"Shush, bitchslut, these walls are only so thick. Now do what you're told."

Heather did as she was told with a heavy heart. She got up on her knees and put her face practically in Simone's butt while Simone gripped the back of the couch with both hands to hang about a foot above Alan. Heather lined Alan's penis up with Simone's pussy, but the sensation Alan's hot and throbbing meat was too much for her to resist. She pushed his penis tip slightly into Simone's pussy lips, but did it as slowly as she could so she could lick Alan's penis from base to head with all the eagerness of a hungry dog.

Simone finally grew tired of holding herself in a precarious position and suddenly sat down on Alan's prick, giving Heather just enough time to get her head out of the way.

Heather wanted to scream. Then she remembered how she'd just told herself she would never suck Alan's cock again and juxtaposed that with the fact she was licking her tongue up and down his dick less than a minute later. She absolutely wanted to die. She was too far gone to think clearly, but one word ran through her head over and over: Revenge!

A minute later, Heather found herself face down, with her upper body resting on a low table, and her lower body resting on Simone's legs. Heather's knees rested on the couch, one on each side of Alan and Simone, and her ankles up against the couch backrest. It was surprisingly comfortable, except that her large breasts were squished onto the cold table top, and Simone continuously bounced up and down as she rose and fell on Alan's dick. Each bounce reverberated through Heather's body and rankled her to no end.

Alan had been keeping the dildo that Simone had chosen behind his back, and now that Heather could no longer see what he and Simone were doing, he handed it to Simone.

Like a magician preparing for a trick by showing that nothing was up his or her sleeve, Simone ostentatiously waved the dildo around, making sure to hold it near Alan's head for a few moments so he could appreciate just how big it was.

Alan hadn't really had a good look yet at this dildo that Simone had bought the day before, and he was quite surprised. It was a good eleven inches long and black in color.

Simone suddenly brought it down to Heather's anus and poked it at the entrance.

Heather gasped, and found her whole body was quivering in anticipation. This was what she'd been waiting for for so long. This was why she'd tossed and turned all night long, begging and praying for this moment to finally come.

But just as suddenly, the dildo was gone.

Heather heard some sounds, but couldn't tell what was happening. Simone's bouncing had come to a rest (presumably, Alan needed one of his strategic pauses), but there were strange slurping sounds. She frantically tried to turn her head to see what was happening, but she couldn't turn enough.

Alan chided her, "Bitchslut, what are the rules?"

"Um, I can't touch my Bitch Trainer, Sir. Can't look at it, either." It was very, very difficult for her to say even that much in her sexual fog, but she knew she had to if she was to get her reward.

"Very good," Alan replied. "In case you're curious, Simone is preparing your Bitch Trainer with her mouth. Getting it warmed up, so to speak. She's sucking on it like a fat cock, and teasing me quite a bit in the process, I might add. Not only that, but she's squeezing my cock with her cunt when she knows I'm trying to rest. Naughty girl."

"Oops." Simone laughed heartily.

Alan said, "Okay, I think if you prepare that dildo any more, it's going to shoot a load, and I will too. Give it to the bitchslut where she needs it, but first get rid of that butt floss. It's in the way."

Heather's butt floss/thong was around her upper thighs and certainly no impediment to inserting a dildo. The logical way to get rid of it to do would have been to pull it the rest of the way off. But instead Simone brought the thin fabric back up into place then dramatically yanked at it. She pulled it first one and then two feet away from Heather's body. It cut sharply into Heather's pussy lips, causing her to gasp in delight and pain. But then, suddenly, it broke and flew off.

Heather dimly realized this could be a problem. What little she had in the way of panties was now useless and her skirt was so short that she would have to walk stiffly and never bend or sit if she didn't want anyone to see her privates. She strongly suspected Alan realized the implications and had Simone ruin her underwear on purpose, to further humiliate her. But there was nothing she could do about it now. It only inflamed her even more to realize she in fact loved it and that it made her even that much more of a shameless bitchslut for Alan.

Simone again brought the dildo to Heather's twitching and puckered anal entrance, but even that little gesture was too much for Heather in her current state. Her whole body began to flop about as an awe-inspiring climax ripped through her. Now the connection between her and Simone that caused her to feel Simone and Alan fucking worked in reverse: Alan and Simone both shook as Heather shuddered and squirmed in orgasmic delight all over Simone's lap.

Simone decided to wait for Heather to calm down before proceeding. She used the break to blindfold the unresisting cheerleader. She also applied a new layer of lube to Heather's ass. She used an index finger to both spread the lube and probe around inside, which didn't help Heather calm down. To further help pass the time, and for Simone's own amusement, she asked Heather, "So. I couldn't help but notice that you're really getting into cocksucking these days, girl. What gives? I thought you hated it."

The bitchy blonde just breathed for a minute or more, sighing heavily over and over. She sighed mostly to recover her breath, but also in memory of what a wonderful experience she'd just had.

Finally, Heather was able to talk and said, "I know. I do. I still do. I despise it."

Apparently, that was the end of Heather's answer. Simone decided not to press the question since she'd been needling and laughing at Heather so much already. She felt conflicted because she did consider herself a good friend to Heather, yet she also greatly enjoyed watching her suffer.

CHAPTER 7

Simone's desire to bring Heather down a notch had been sated, and now she wanted to give pleasure. "Okay, girl. Because you've been generally good and patient, we've selected a Bitch Trainer today that's a little bit longer and a little bit wider than yesterday's." Simone added in a challenging tone while brushing a finger through Heather's ass crack, "Think you can take it?"

Heather answered by letting out an incoherent groan of great desire. "Oooohrhhaggghh!"

Chuckling, Simone said, "I take it that's a yes." She brought the dildo to Heather's anus again and pressed it up against the tiny hole.

Alan, after having so much sexy fun in the course of the morning already, was happy to take a back seat to the action for a while. He was content to just feel the fullness of his hard-on sheathed by Simone's pussy walls and watch Simone take charge. After all, this was Simone's job to do from now on, so the less instruction she needed, the better. He felt she had things well in hand.

He leaned forward, however, so he could get a better view of the insertion. He was rather startled to see such a jet black dildo enter a white woman, even if she was deeply tanned. Alan wondered if Simone might have sent some kind of subtle signal to him by choosing a dildo of that color, but if she was he couldn't figure out the message, unless it was just an overall thumbs up to interracial sex.

Heather was extremely relaxed after her big orgasm. Her whole body was so limp it seemed boneless.

That made Simone's job slightly easier. Slowly but surely, she managed to press inwards until the massive head popped through into Heather's tightly stretched asshole. After a brief pause to let Heather grow accustomed to the size, she started pushing again.

Heather puffed and moaned as the giant intrusion slowly and inexorably worked deeper into her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tears began to fall down as she suppressed the urge to scream at the top of her lungs. She marveled at the thought, I'm supposed to do this every single morning from now on?! No fucking way!

Every inch of her body was well aware that this dildo was bigger than any previous one she had taken. She could feel a tingling sensation even in the tips of her toes as the fat inches continued to slip into her, like a camel trying to slip through the eye of a needle.

Suddenly she arched her back and cried out, "Oh! Alan! You're so BIG!"

Alan chuckled. That's funny. She's pretty gone, but I guess that shows that on some level whenever she feels these dildos inside of her, she's imagining that it's really my penis. I like that. As if, though. It would be inhuman to have a penis that big. Dang! How can that possibly fit in THAT hole?! It's like trying to shove a thermos in her ass!

Alan and Simone seemed transfixed as they watched the dildo slowly impale in the middle of Heather's ass. Simone's hands held the dildo tightly, making it almost seem like an extension of her dark arm.

Then, all of the sudden, they were shaken from their reverie by the sounds of school bells. It came from a long ways off, and was muffled by the nearly totally soundproof walls, but they could hear it.

Heather shrieked in frustration, "NOOOO!" Even through her sex-induced haze, she recognized the familiar school bell, no matter how loud it was.

Alan immediately reassured her and Simone. "Relax. We're not stopping until we get this in. Looks like we're all going to be late today, but so what? Simone, please do hurry it up a bit, if you can." He reassuringly stroked one of Heather's buttocks as he said this.

"I can't really," Simone grunted, the effort of pushing the dildo was rather obvious in her voice. "I'd split her in two. I don't get how it slowly goes in deeper and deeper, as it is." But at the same time, she wanted Alan to finish fucking her in the little time they had yet, so she resumed lightly bouncing on Alan's dick even as her pussy walls continued to rhythmically squeeze him.

Alan also started to thrust with his hips a bit, but it was difficult with the entire weight of Simone, and some of Heather's, resting on top of him. He leaned forward and began to lick and nibble at Simone's neck. She had a very graceful neck, and he enjoyed watching the tip of his pink tongue slide along her dark skin.

That triggered an unexpected orgasm for Simone, and she doubled forward and thrashed about, causing Heather's legs to fall off of Simone's lap and back to the couch on either side.

Alan, however, had truly become a master at extending his climaxes. Despite all the mental and physical stimulation, he was just getting warmed up.

Heather whined in a little girl's voice as it became clear she was being ignored in favor of more vigorous fucking.

Simone recovered a bit and said, "Don't worry, girl, we're getting to you. Hold your horses." As she straightened out and redirected her attention to Heather's ass, she muttered, "This is crazy. Here I am, buck naked, impaled on a huge, perpetually hard cock, and stuffing a dildo up Heather's ass, when I should be sitting in chemistry class learning about organic compounds! If people only knew!"

Alan briefly pondered Simone's "If people only knew" comment, but he was filled with worry, not wonder. He knew that he was already quite unpopular with many students, and if this kind of thing came out, he would be considered even more of a sexual freak than he already was.

Simone grasped the dildo and pushed it in a bit more even as she recovered enough to resume rhythmically squeezing Alan's penis.

But Heather had trouble taking any more of the plastic invader. Her body shook and she yelled, "Oh, Alan! It hurts! It hurts!" She closed her eyes tightly even though she wore a blindfold.

Simone answered for Alan, "Don't worry, girl. It hurts now, but the pain will turn to pleasure. No pain, no gain. Just be strong."

"Oh, Alan..." Heather whimpered and moaned, squirming her ass this way and that. "Please, go slow. Too much ... too much cock!"

Simone was a bit miffed that Heather seemed to be acting as if Alan was buttfucking her and she wasn't even in the picture, but she was more amused than annoyed. She continued to apply more lube to the still exposed parts of the dildo, and she continued to push it into her friend's writhing and trembling ass. Inch after inch it went in, and yet there seemed to be no end to it.

As Simone passed the eight inch mark or thereabouts, Alan began to get concerned. He had to suppress the urge to lean forward to find if he could see a bulge on Heather's front side where the dildo distended her belly outwards. Rationally, he knew there would be no such bulge, but he couldn't believe so much plastic could fit inside a person. The dildo seemed longer than Heather's torso was wide. He asked with concern, "Heather, are you okay? What are you thinking? Talk to me!"

Heather was feeling intense discomfort, but at the same time an increasing amount of pleasure. She was a determined woman, and wasn't about to give up now. She sighed, and said with surprising tenderness, "Oh, Alan. How can I not love you? You're too good to me..."

Both Simone and Alan were very surprised by that. It seemed so incongruous. How was Alan too good to her when all he done was demean and humiliate her since he'd first arrived? But those were Heather's sincerest thoughts at the moment. Her heart was as full of love for Alan as her ass was full of plastic. She did have a vague sense that Simone was somehow involved in what was happening, and her love spread to good feelings for Simone as well.

Simone continued to press ever deeper. Because this dildo completely filled the width of Heather's anal cavity, there never was any point when the pushing got any easier. Every inch was a struggle, and the last inch was particularly tough. Heather groaned and whimpered more and more, and just when it seemed like it could go no further, the end was reached.

Heather's anal ring finally closed around the far end of the dildo. Simone still kept pushing until the dildo was seated completely inside Heather's rectum and all one could see was a short length of string with a ring attached to it which ran out of her spastic hole. Simone picked up the ring and poked it through Heather's still clenching and twitching anus, until finally there was no evidence at all that such a massive object now rested entirely inside of the bitchy cheerleader's ass.

"It's done," Simone sighed, like she was a doctor who had finished a particularly difficult feat of surgery. She untied Heather's blindfold and sat back.

The fucking between her and Alan had nearly come to a complete halt as they'd concentrated on getting the rest of the dildo into Heather, but now that that was done, they both resumed their thrusting with a new energy. This caused Heather to bounce around on Simone's lap, which forced her to feel the dildo pressing inside her in the strangest ways.

Alan knew that time was now very short. He grabbed Heather's thighs on either side of him, leaned forward, and began to fuck Simone with the express purpose of getting both of them off as fast as possible. There would be no holding back or PC muscle clenching now.

Simone found the dildo insertion to be incredibly erotic, though she didn't understand why it affected her so much. And the fact that Heather continued to lie helplessly on her lap aroused her even more. She knew she wouldn't have any trouble reaching a great peak.

Right as Alan started to shoot into her though, the thought of him shooting sparked something in her mind and she screamed out, "Alan! We forgot the condom!"

"Oh shit!" Alan growled through clenched teeth. But it was too late and the tip of his penis erupted inside the ebony beauty like a fire hose.

The truth was, Alan could get pretty careless with condoms, but he usually didn't realize he'd forgotten until long after the sex act was over. This time, there was nothing he could do as he fully realized that at this very moment he could be impregnating a girl he barely knew. He found the idea powerfully arousing. Maybe it was just his imagination, but it seemed to him as if he shot off more semen and it came out with greater force than ever before, as if the sperm was more determined effort to find her egg, knowing they had a chance of being successful.

Alan closed his eyes and saw stars. Rather than feel the orgasmic surge peak and then come down, as it always did, the feelings of erotic delight only seemed to soar to greater and greater heights. Finally, Alan passed out completely.

The next thing he knew, he was being shaken. He opened his eyes, still in a daze. He looked around the room.

He still sat on the couch, except he was slumped down more than before. Simone was off his lap now and stood next to him as she put her clothes on. She was the one who'd shook his shoulder. "Come on, lazy bones. It's been about five minutes since that bell rang and I don't think you're exactly ready for class yet." She giggled.

Alan looked down to his body. He was still naked except for the T-shirt. Heather sat with her head crushed between his thighs and his penis in her mouth. He couldn't believe that he was hard again, and then realized that he wasn't. It appeared she was cleaning him off.

He was so surprised by this, he asked, "Heather! What are you doing?!"

She removed his now surprisingly small penis from her mouth and went to work licking his balls. It felt extremely good even though he was sensitive and flaccid. She finally got around to saying, "Cleaning, Sir. Isn't that what a good bitchslut does?"

"Yes," Alan reluctantly agreed. "But I don't usually put the word 'good' and 'Heather' anywhere near each other. And I thought you hated cocksucking."

"I do. I don't suck male cocks." She looked at the flaccid penis in front of her and lovingly kissed it with her lips and fondled it with her tongue. Then, in a sultry voice, she said directly into his crotch as if talking directly to his penis, "But you're no mere man. You're my Bitch Tamer. I love my Bitch Tamer and will deny him nothing."

Amazed, he asked, "Don't you mind that my cock is covered with Simone's juices?"

Her eyes flashed with anger and she said hotly, "Mind?! Of course I fucking mind! That should be MY cum! This dick is MINE!" She suddenly realized that she'd said more than she should have. She tried to cover by adding, "So, of course, that's why I have to try harder, so you'll prefer me."

Alan didn't know what to say to that. He considered it ironic that Heather, of all people, would feel so possessive given her history with so many boys.

She devoted great attention licking his balls, since his penis showed little sign of life. She looked up into Alan's face expectantly and adoringly. "Am I doing good, Sir?" She appeared to be completely sincere.

Alan was stunned at her complete change of personas, but he managed to reply, "Very. Except I have no time to enjoy this."

He pulled himself up, which forced Heather to stop the loving caresses of her tongue. He staggered like a drunkard to the back of the room, thanking his lucky stars there was a sink there. He figured that he smelled like a whorehouse and he had to quickly take care of that.

Simone was already freshened up, and was just about dressed. "That was wild. Thanks, guys. And to think, Alan, you might be a daddy." She meaningfully patted her stomach.

Alan was splashing cold water on his face and down his back, but he froze in place and stood up. He felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. He turned to face Simone as she finished putting her shoes on. "What?!"

She laughed as she reveled in the exact reaction she'd hoped for. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill. Scared you, though!" She chuckled.

Alan mildly shook his fist at her, then went back to the sink. "You did. You did. Jesus! I do need to be more careful." He knew that, pill or not, it would be a good thing for him to wear a condom too, just in case. There was always a very slight chance that contraception would fail, so backups were good. But he'd been fairly spoiled when it came to using condoms, up till now. A vision of Simone with a distended, big belly popped into his mind.

He literally shook his head to dispel the vision, and splashed more cold water all over himself. I'll admit that I love the idea of sending wanton hot sluts off to class with their pussies flooded with my cum and their knees weak from so many orgasms. What I'm not ready for, not by a long shot, is fatherhood.

Simone was ready to go, but she paused before opening the door, and said to Alan. "Sorry for the scare. I guess I like to mess with people's minds. But I have to say, if I ever did get pregnant, that would be the fuck to do it. Damn, that was good! I can practically feel millions of little Alans wriggling through me, headed for their target."

Alan turned to look at Simone and shot her a disapproving look. He flicked some water at her, which was an utterly futile gesture since she was over twenty feet away. Simone stuck her tongue out playfully, then left the room.

Alan quickly dressed, but he noticed that Heather had hardly moved. She still sat on the floor, leaning up against the couch where she'd last been cleaning his balls. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah," she replied dreamily. She added very belatedly , "Sir."

Alan would have been in no mood to punish her if she'd forgotten. The "bad Alan" was gone, and in its place he felt strangely affectionate feelings for Heather. Almost love. The way she'd said "Oh, Alan. How can I not love you? You're too good to me," had kind of gotten to him. But he was pressed with being so late to class, and merely said, "Okay. Later!" and flew out the door.

Heather remained flopped on the ground. With the dildo deep in her, her mind had been altered. Just like yesterday, it was as if her ass was simply so full that all her evil thoughts were crowded out of her head. She found it rather difficult to think, period. Yet she forced herself to concentrate, because she knew there was something important.

"Revenge." Ah, yes. Revenge. How can I want revenge, though, against such a man? My love, the love of my life! Oh, Alan! I can still feel you deep inside me!

Another voice from within her spoke. Yes, but that's why I need to control him. How can I share him with others? That's not right. I must have him, all of him. Alan, my one and only love!

After a long pause, Heather further thought, Yes. It's not so much revenge, it's taming. I need to make him mine. Keep him in my arms and in my ass for ever and ever. Keep him away from the likes of ... Glory Rhymer. Ugh! To think: by lunchtime he'll probably be fucking that ugly skank! MY Alan! That's just wrong. I do have to speed up my plans, after all. Step one: get rid of Glory. Then get rid of all the others, one by one. Then he and I can be together. Always.

She felt a surge of evil and power wash over her, and she laughed out loud. By the end of the school day, I will OWN Ms. Gloria Rhymer, body and soul!

But the feeling quickly passed. She couldn't think or feel much of anything for very long except for a general buzz of fullness and contentedness, as long as she had a dildo in her ass. In fact, in that condition it took her a great amount of effort to think of much of anything at all. She sank a little lower to the floor and looked up dreamily. She wasn't concerned about being late, since she'd been late lots of times and nothing horrible ever happened as a result. God, I hate him. But I hate him so GOOD! He's the only one for me!

CHAPTER 8

Brenda was extremely happy. She'd just had the pleasure of watching a video recorded earlier in the morning of Alan, Susan, and Katherine engaged in a mini-orgy on Susan's bed. Susan was so happy about everything that happened that she couldn't help but show the video to Suzanne and Brenda as soon as they came over. Alan had momentarily forgotten that things like that could be recorded unless he asked otherwise, but Susan certainly had not. In fact, the sense that cameras always watched her and recorded her every move was one of the things that kept her nearly perpetually horny.

Brenda was extremely happy for several other reasons. For one, today was her big day. It was planned that tonight she would be formally introduced to Alan as the new family sex slave. She was about to begin her new life as a maid/cum bucket, working five days a week on fairly normal nine to five business hours, except that she'd work Saturdays and not Tuesdays.

Susan and Suzanne had picked out a French maid outfit that she absolutely loved. Even though it covered up most of her upper torso, it left her breasts, ass, and pussy completely exposed for easy access.

There would be no pay for her work (and she would have to do real house work much of the time), but that's exactly how she wanted it. She loved how Suzanne put it when she explained to her, "You'll be paid in freshly deposited Alan sperm. Your tasty reward will 'cum' in times, locations, and amounts of Alan's choosing, of course."

Furthermore, Brenda was delighted that at the start of the day, the others had deigned to ask her to watch the newly-made sex video. Susan and Suzanne, quite possibly her two favorite people in the world behind Alan and her own son Adrian, not only gave her that kindness, but then they invited her to join them in their morning exercises. It was all too much excitement and happiness for her.

Susan and Brenda fondled each other all over while they watched the video, which naturally made Brenda even more giddy. They seemed to love nothing better than to rub their bare chests into each other all day long. Suzanne, though, seemed strangely detached and silent. She didn't even fondle herself, or at least, not as much as usual.

They all changed into their workout clothes and went down to the basement gym. Suzanne spent a long time showing Brenda how the various machines worked, and that was both informative and a lot of sexual fun. Susan seemed quite frisky and kept touching Brenda all over, since Suzanne continued to come across as strangely moody. Before long, both Susan and Brenda had big wet stains over the crotches of their outfits.

Brenda noticed that Susan had two wet spots on her shirt over her nipples, which aroused Brenda to no end. One of Brenda's deepest dreams and fantasies was to be fully accepted into the Plummer family and treated as one of the Plummer children. That would make Susan and Suzanne both her mothers, even though, at thirty-five, Brenda was only two years younger than Susan and four years younger than Suzanne.

She knew her fantasy could never be a reality since she had her own son. But still, the idea of suckling milk from her "mother" held a profound Freudian hold on her, and the sight of Susan lactating practically made Brenda dizzy with arousal and pure joy. This morning, she simply couldn't keep her hands off of Susan's chest. Far from being jealous, she was overjoyed at the news that Susan's breasts had swollen up to fit F-cups. (Had Susan's breasts actually reached Brenda's size, then the jealousy would have kicked in in a big way, but Brenda was significantly bigger than everyone else so she didn't worry.)

They got started on their exercises, but they hadn't been at it for more than a minute when Suzanne interrupted them. "Hold on. I've got something to get off my chest before we start. It's something that I want to say to Susan. But I'm thinking, Brenda, it'll be good if you hear it, too." Suzanne dropped a barbell and sat down. The other two similarly made themselves comfortable on their exercise machines.

Suzanne looked at Susan crossly. "It's about this morning's video. For one, Alan didn't even know you'd be watching that. I don't think that's right. You should at least let him know that you're going to watch something like that and that you're going to share it with others, as a common courtesy, don't you think?"

Susan quickly nodded. "You're right. You're completely right. Sorry."

"Good. But that's just a minor thing. That's not what's bothering me. What's bothering me is what's on the video. You and Kat, the two of you seem to be trying to outdo each other in worshipping Alan and his long, fat cock!"

There was a long pause. Both Susan and Brenda looked at each other and blinked owlishly in stupefaction.

Finally, Susan asked with confusion, "And that's a bad thing?"

Brenda struck speechless, she was so puzzled at what the problem with that might be.

Suzanne rolled her eyes at the two gorgeous mothers. "Of course that's a bad thing! You see, that's the problem: you don't even see there's a problem. Susan, there's such a thing as balance. Alan's life is all out of whack. You can kill someone with kindness just as quickly as with cruelty. Have you not been listening the past few days when we've been discussing issues of taking responsibility? Showing balance? Having a backbone? Remember that word: backbone. That's the operative word. Where's the backbone in this video? I see a bone, a perpetually hard and constantly sucked and fucked bone, but no backbone. Emperors have a rougher time of it than the way you treated Alan. I'm surprised one of you didn't brush his teeth for him, for crying out loud!"

Susan blushed. Actually, she would have gladly brushed his teeth for him, except that he'd been in the back seat of the family SUV on the way to school while she drove. Since Katherine sat next to him and had her head in his lap as she blew him most of the way to school, Alan was forced to brush his teeth himself.

Susan thought it best not to mention any of that and defended herself, "But he was late. He said he needed to sleep in. We were just trying to help!"

"I know. Your intentions were good. But think of the effect so much love and affection will have. As sure as night follows day, he's going to get spoiled. He's going to come to expect that kind of treatment. Then he'll demand it. Before long, it'll no longer be fun for you or anyone else to serve an arrogant asshole on hand and foot. But with his sexual prowess, you'll do it anyway, and live a life of quiet desperation, grateful for whatever tiny scraps of kindness and attention you can get from him."

"And of course, the never-ending gallons of cum that he'll pump into all of my holes," Susan noted. "I imagine I would be grateful for that."

"True. But by and by, he'll turn into a monster. And if he's a monster, it'll ruin Amy and Katherine's lives as well. I tell you, I see the seeds of it already. Little cracks in his armor of the good person he is, here and there. Not much, he's pretty much still the old Alan, but he's changing. And it's thanks to things like what you did this morning."

Susan frowned and asked, "So, what would you have done, if that was you and Amy in that situation instead of me and Katherine? A, he needed a good night's sleep; B, he needed to eat breakfast and get ready for school; and C, he needed to get fucked and play with big-titted babes." She smiled, and added, "Lactating big-titted milky mommy babes, I should point out." (She tried not to mention lactation to Suzanne and Brenda, knowing it could be grounds for more jealousy, but sometimes her enthusiasm got the best of her.) "What would you cut out?"

Suzanne chuckled a bit. "First of all, he didn't 'need' to do all of those things. He would have survived if he missed any of those. And fucking and playing with 'big-titted babes' is not a need for anyone, not even for Alan. It's a want, a luxury."

Brenda's mouth gaped open. She felt like someone punched her in the gut, to hear what she considered heretical words from Suzanne.

Susan fought back, "But fucking IS a need for him! Are you forgetting his six times a day diagnosis just because he's been averaging over six times a day with ease? He needs to be constantly stimulated to keep up such a frantic pace. He absolutely NEEDS big-titted babes at his constant beck and call! It's a medical necessity!"

Suzanne of course knew that Alan's medical diagnosis was a scheme of her own creation, but she couldn't say that. She shrugged. "Okay, conceded. It would be a very good thing. But it's still not a need. If you forget, his whole medical problem in the first place didn't really rise to the level of need. And theoretically, there's no law that says he couldn't do something like masturbate to reach his target."

From Brenda's point of view, the masturbation comment was too much crazy talk for her to take. She gasped out loud.

Suzanne heard the gasp and turned her way, since Brenda happened to be on an exercise machine in a different part of the room than the other two when the conversation began. "What, Brenda? Is that really so impossible to believe?"

Brenda stammered and gaped, then finally answered, "Well, yes! What about the Big Tits Theory? According to article one of the Big Tits Theory, a big-titted-"

Suzanne interrupted as she held up a silencing hand. "Hold on! Right now, I'm banning the Big Tits Theory. Period. That theory is nothing but a sexual fantasy and you know it. Well, at least, hopefully you know it, Susan. Let's deal with reality, because we have a very real problem with Alan."

"Problem, Mistress Suzanne?" Brenda asked, batting her big brown eyes. She'd missed most of the earlier discussions on this issue, and she still couldn't see any problem at all. She only saw a wonderful, loving family of incredibly beautiful and handsome people who she wanted to spend the rest of her life keeping sexually satisfied. In particular, she had a dedication to keep Alan's penis well drained that bordered on the fanatically religious.

"Think about someone who wins the lottery," Suzanne explained, mostly to Susan, sie she figured Brenda to be a lost cause. "They get millions and millions of dollars. It doesn't sound like a problem - who sheds a tear for a lottery winner, right? 'Give me a break, I should be so lucky,' is what most people would say. But it is a problem, in fact, lots of big problems. Once the excitement wears off, most people have to deal with a whole host of new worries. Old friends and family come out of the woodwork trying to get a piece of the money. Con artists and outright thieves appear out of nowhere. The person can, and usually does, change for the worse. The money spoils them. Corrupts them. Ruins them. The bigger the winnings, the more likely the problems. Believe it or not, it can often be a curse, if the person can't handle their fortune. It's a bonafide fact that more than 80 percent of lottery winners end up bankrupt within the first five years."

She let that sink in, then continued, "Now, think of Alan. He's basically won a sexual lottery in life. All kinds of bad things can happen to him unless he's got the smarts and maturity and loved ones to help him do the right thing."

"But he does!" Susan protested. "He's got all that and more! Are you not his mother, too? Are you not proud of him? He's just about the most mature, smart, and loving eighteen year old in the whole wide world! Not only that, but he's so sexually talented, so bursting with all that tasty cum that just demands to be splattered across busty chests, that it makes me dizzy and giddy just to think about it! He can handle anything. Who are we, as his big-titted sexual playthings, to question his wisdom or tell him what to do? Sure, as his mother, I try my best to encourage him, to suck his cock, to love him, spread my legs to receive his seed, give him advice, offer him the bounty of my chest, and support him any way I can, just like any good mother should. What more can I do?"

Brenda did not feel it was her role to butt in on this important conversation between her natural superiors, but she nodded her head enthusiastically at what Susan said, which set her tremendous breasts bouncing. All this talk of mothers pleasing their sons made her ache to see Adrian. She could hardly wait to see him at the end of the day.

Suzanne just sighed. "I figured you'd say something like that. But don't you see? He is very talented. Exceptionally talented in every way. He's quickly learned how to say and do the right thing, and how to fuck a woman in just the right way to leave her willing to do anything and everything he wants to get fucked like that again. He's even done it to me. In fact, he's done it to just about every gorgeous and sexy woman he knows."

She muttered very quietly under her breath, "And to think, he was a virgin just two months ago. I created a monster, not that I regret it."

She sighed, then continued, "But therein lies the rub. At first I was content to just let Alan handle things, since he was doing so well. But he's too good. He's too lucky. Too talented. He's rising to greater and greater heights of sexual prowess. But the higher you rise, the harder you fall. Nobody could be put in the situation he's in and not let it go to his head. It's only been two months and the ramifications of all the changes haven't really hit him yet. Just give it some time. Eventually he'll turn into a horrible caricature of himself, and we'll be too sexually in his thrall to do anything about it."

"That sounds horrible!" Susan said with genuine concern. "But what are we supposed to do about it?"

CHAPTER 9

A mischievous glint appeared in Susan's eye as she took a different tack before Suzanne could answer her question. "You didn't answer the question of what you would have done had it been you and Amy this morning. I still want to hear that."

She poked Suzanne on one of her nipples repeatedly, to emphasize that Suzanne had to answer the question. Susan felt so frisky that she had a hard time getting serious.

Suzanne brushed off Susan's playful hand, put a hand on her chin, and seriously considered the question. "Well. Let's see. I certainly wouldn't do what you did and give him the complete run of the place like some kind of sultan. First of all, I wouldn't have let him sleep in so long so we wouldn't have to go to extremes to get him to school on time. I'd wake him up at least fifteen minutes earlier. Then-"

"Wait," Susan interrupted. "What would you and Amy be wearing?"

Suzanne grinned as she considered her options. She always loved to pick out what to wear.

Susan prodded, "High heels?"

"Of course," Suzanne replied archly. To suggest otherwise was silly. About the only time Susan or Suzanne would not wear high heels when Alan was around was in bed or in the shower, and sometimes not even then. Suzanne clarified, "Three inch heels. Black pumps, you know the ones."

"Good choice. And?"

"Well, truth be told, I am jealous of the whole motherly yet sexy apron look you've got going. I'd definitely want to wear the kind of 'naked apron' you like to wear if I was given the chance to play the role of the morning mommy. Which, by the way, you could let me do any one of these mornings, hint, hint. As for Amy, I'm sure she'd be running around naked, assuming Brad and Eric weren't there. But none of this breakfast in bed stuff! Alan would have to get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast just like any normal human being."

Susan prodded some more, "Okay, so let's say he does. Knowing Alan, he's gonna be feeling frisky. I think it's a good bet that you'd be in the kitchen cooking breakfast, and he'd wander in, slap that monster log of his out of his shorts, and start rubbing it all over your bare ass. What would you do then?"

"Well, I'd- Hey! What are you doing?"

Susan had reached forward and started to rub Suzanne's crotch. She would have preferred to use a dildo to simulate the 'monster log', but none were handy, so she pulled Suzanne's leotards to the side and began fingering her best friend's clit. She grinned some more and explained, "I'm simulating a more sexual situation, so you can answer more honestly."

"Oh. Fair enough. Well, if he were to do that, I mean, come on. I'm only human. I'd probably start moaning and lean way down and forward so he could have better access to my butt cheeks and everything in between."

Susan smiled as she shoved two fingers into Suzanne's pussy, "So, in other words, you would be offering your body to him. By bending forward in such a wanton way, you'd be saying, 'I give my body to a naturally superior male to use and abuse as he see fits. Most of all, I'm offering him, nay, begging him, to fill my ass or cunt with throbbing man-meat. I'm pleading with him to show me once again that he is my master and that my cunt belongs to him, needs him, longs for him, aches to be filled by him! Filled with hard and fast strokes, pounding, pounding, pounding! Deep! Fuck me deep, Alan!" Susan's fingers began to pump faster and faster as she got carried away with her own description.

Suzanne's eyes were closed and her whole body started to writhe in her seat as the hypothetical situation became increasingly real in her mind. "Yes! Yes, Sweetie! Do it! DO IT!" But, belatedly realizing her complete loss of control, she struggled to amend her answer. Breathing hard, she said in her raspy voice, "But... but, I wouldn't... I wouldn't put it like you did."

She calmed her breathing and her body some more as she struggled to live up to her opinion that she could resist Alan's advances better than Susan could. "I certainly wouldn't be talking about that 'master' and 'naturally superior male' crap that you love so much. And even if I DID let him do that to me, I am NOT going to let that stop me from cooking a good breakfast. Time is wasting and I'm going to feed my kids a healthy, hearty meal. Sure, we can have a little sexual fun, but the RESPONSIBLE part comes first!"

Brenda had become increasingly drawn in by the sexy sights and words. She came up close and put a hand on Suzanne's back in a supportive manner and asked, "And what about Amy, Mistress Suzanne? What would she be doing at this point?" She was curious because she imagined herself as Amy in this scenario, since she saw herself more as a daughter than mother in the Plummer house.

Suzanne pondered that question and squirmed back in her seat as if trying to get away from Susan's probing fingers, but she didn't actually swat them away as she could have easily done at any time. She stammered, highly distracted by the fantasy scenario, "Um, I, no, I mean Amy... Well, knowing her, she's a people person. She likes to get in the thick of things. I think she'd come over... You know, being playful, maybe a little bit... Probably flaunt her hot bod for her brother..."

Susan looked at Brenda, who stood on the other side of Suzanne, and subtly nodded her head down.

This was a signal for Brenda to move her hand down Suzanne's back to her ass, and Brenda immediately did so. She reached into Suzanne's tight lycra pants and began to knead and explore her ass.

"So," Susan said as she leaned forward and practically put her mouth on Suzanne's, "Amy would come over and maybe grab Alan's penis with one hand, perhaps cop a feel of your tits with the other, and guide Alan's beefy pole right into your steaming cunt." Susan pulled her probing finger out of Suzanne's wet pussy lips, then bunched three fingers together and rammed them back in, hard. "You would crumple to the ground as you groaned in pure ecstasy!"

"Oh! God!" Suzanne yelled as if on queue. "Yes!" Her body shuddered and shook so profoundly that she had a hard time staying in her chair.

Inspired, Brenda took a hand that had been poking in Suzanne's ass crack and used it to reach around and fondle one of Suzanne's generously endowed breasts.

Susan continued as she plunged her three fingers in and out of Suzanne's hole in her best imitation of a penis, "Then Amy, satisfied that her official boyfriend was teaching her mother a lesson in who's the master of the house and who's just a red-haired, pale-skinned, big-titted cum dump, would fall on top of you and shove her tongue down your throat! You would be violated all over. Penetrated. Exposed! Reamed! Rammed! She slides down to where you and Alan are joined and starts to lick the both of you, flicking her tongue on her own mother's clit while her brother shoves that pussy-splitter in and out of your hot box! Then she's sitting on your face, grinding her sopping pussy into your eager red lips! The air is so thick with incestuous pussy and sweet cock cum that you can't breathe! Then Alan-"

Suzanne put her hands over her ears. "Okay! Stop! Stop! STOP!" She panted as if she was on the verge of hyperventilating.

Susan and Brenda's busy hands slowed down their fondling and probing, though they didn't stop their motions altogether. Susan gave a triumphant smile. "What happened to the 'healthy, hearty meal' in the middle of all that, exactly?"

Suzanne sighed. "Okay, okay! I get your point! The breakfast cooking would be forgotten. The time would be forgotten. All hope would be lost unless my Sweetie had some control. I'd probably be content to lay on the bed all morning with my legs spread and yell, 'Fuck school!' as long as he kept filling my cunt with load after load of that far too tasty seed. Dammit! Once again, my insatiable cunt completely defeats me and makes me lose all sense of reason."

She slapped Susan's hand away from her pussy lips in frustration. "Even in a hypothetical practice run, I really do lose all control. Damn!" She added in a sexy pout, "Not only that, but you're mean, Susan! I'm surprised at you, tricking me like that."

Susan smiled, very pleased with herself. She ostentatiously brought her fingers, dripping wet with Suzanne's fluids, to her mouth and licked them clean one by one. "Hey. I'm just making a point."

Brenda pulled back from her fondling of Suzanne and sat next to her. After she'd heard all that, Brenda was breathing hard, hot, heavy, and sweaty. Even though she wore an exercise outfit that kept her tits raised up, out, and exposed (the Plummer house rule was that Brenda always had to keep her tits exposed and ready for groping), she nonetheless felt chafed in so much clothing. She fanned herself with an open hand.

Suzanne sighed yet again. "There's my problem! You're right, Susan. I probably wouldn't have acted that differently than you did, and neither would Amy. True, I still think we would have been less fawning, and my language certainly would be less over the top. I don't exactly appreciate being called a 'big-titted cum dump,' thank you very much. But I'm part of the problem. I'm just as addicted to his sweet cum as everyone else. In fact, if I'm totally honest with myself, I think Amy and I would probably have to battle it out to see who got to suck him off under the table while he ate breakfast, that is if I kept my shit together long enough to actually make something to eat. We'd probably end up giving him a dual tongue bath and go hungry ourselves if need be. Are we a hopeless bunch, or what?"

Brenda visualized that scene, except that she imagined herself there as well, licking Alan's cock along with Amy and Suzanne. Never mind that three big and busty women couldn't all fit between Alan's legs under a table: the idea of sexually serving Alan from under the table while he did something casual like eat breakfast was exactly the kind of submissive act that aroused her the most. Add to that the image of being forced to share in such servitude with two other incredibly beautiful women, and it was too much for her to take. She reached down and touched her clit, then opened her mouth in a silent scream as a wonderful climax tore through her.

Suzanne looked at Susan and continued, oblivious to Brenda's ecstasy. "But in my defense, I'm not used to those morning situations and I'd probably go a little crazy for the first few times. ... Or maybe first dozen times. Okay, couple dozen times, probably." She laughed as she fully realized the truth of just how addicted to Alan's body she actually was.

CHAPTER 10

Suzanne got serious again. "Now, Susan, as for what we SHOULD do differently, we have to go back earlier, to the previous evening. Did he do his homework? Did he do his chores? Remember when he actually had to do chores around the house? IF he takes care of his responsibilities, THEN fine, let's have fun. Sure, let's have an orgy before school. But only if he's taken care of the other stuff first. We keep talking about that, but nothing ever changes." She let out another sad sigh. "We may want to rethink some things. Frankly, I'm wondering if having Brenda as our house maid is such a good idea. I'm afraid that'll just make things ten times worse. And she has her own house and son to take care of..."

Brenda sat in a sweaty and happy post-orgasmic reverie, barely aware of Suzanne words. But she definitely heard those last sentences, and her world turned upside down. She was so shocked and appalled that she was beyond words. Her mouth dropped wide open and her eyes bulged out. She couldn't even begin to comprehend that she could be so close to fulfilling a dream come true in serving the Plummer family, only to have it pulled away at the last second. In her previous existence, before she fell hard for Alan and the rest of the Plummers, she used to be very emotionally volatile with a nasty and short temper. That personality had never really gone away, it had just been suppressed and augmented by the new Brenda. Suddenly, her old ways came to the surface, with a vengeance.

She stood up and towered over the still-sitting Suzanne. An expression of intense anger built up on her face like stormy clouds gathering into a Class Five Hurricane. Then she let her emotions fly.

"HOW DARE YOU! SUZANNE, HOW DARE YOU! I love you! I worship you! I look up to you! And then, you say THIS! You treat me like TRASH! TRASH! GARBAGE! Worthless human GARBAGE! Well, I have feelings too! How can you promise me all these things, promise me a new life, promise to fulfill all my dreams, and then just say 'nah, I don't feel like it' on my big day? My dream day! Suzanne! You stabbed me in the back! Take it back! NOW! You take it back! I love you so much, and you step on my heart and crush it! How DARE you! Be ashamed of yourself! You, you, you backstabber!"

Just as quickly as Brenda's tantrum appeared, it suddenly disappeared, and her emotional angst turned into sorrow. Then she fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, weeping her anguish.

Susan and Suzanne both rushed to her and held her close.

Suzanne immediately protested, "I didn't mean that literally! I was just saying! I was making a point! For crying out loud, I didn't mean that!"

But Brenda seemed not to hear her at all, if only because she bawled so loudly. She seemed inconsolable, and nearly catatonic with grief.

Suzanne realized with alarm, Brenda is a lot more, well, mentally disturbed, to be brutally frank, than I ever realized. She has issues! Jesus H. Christ! She seems ready to kill herself, like her life force just completely left her!

Unsure of what else to do, Suzanne finally resorted to slapping Brenda in the face. Repeatedly. "Snap out of it!" Suzanne cried as she slapped. "Snap out of it!"

Brenda's eyes appeared to regain an awareness, and she looked up at Suzanne's face.

Suzanne quickly explained, "Brenda! Listen. That was just loose talk. I wasn't actually saying we should do this! Relax! You're still going to be working here as a maid. It's still all going to happen. I was just trying to say that we might have to tone things down. I'm sorry if I frightened you. Sorry!"

Brenda stared at her for a while, uncertain if she could believe these new words.

Susan cooed more reassuring things from where she sat at Brenda's side. "It's okay, Brenda, it's okay. Nothing's going to change. We love you and want you here. It's okay..."

Finally, Brenda seemed to snap back to some semblance of reality. She cocked an eyebrow and looked hard at Suzanne. "Really? You didn't mean it?"

Suzanne smiled and nodded.

Brenda's demeanor completely changed again. "Oh, thank GOD! Oh, I don't know what I would have done. It was like the whole world went black. All was death and despair! Here, please, let me lie down for a minute. I nearly had a heart attack!" Brenda really felt that way, but she also could be more than a bit melodramatic. She had a way of being extreme and over the top in most everything she did.

They helped Brenda to a nearby couch. Susan got her a glass of water.

Brenda simply lay there for a while, completely emotionally and physically drained. Her huge boobs rose and fell with every heaving breath. Finally, Brenda seemed to have recovered somewhat.

Suzanne further explained, "Brenda, you're a part of our lives already. Tonight we're just making a de facto situation official. You don't have to worry. But I am worried about Alan. We do need to find a way where we can continue to love him and get royally fucked by him again and again and again without spoiling him. It's just that I'm at my wits' end, so I said something to illustrate my desperation and you misunderstood. Again, I'm sorry."

"That's okay." Brenda lay and continued to recover. Somehow in all the commotion her workout outfit had fallen the rest of the way down, and now was bunched up just below her knees. She remembered her place and added, "Please forgive ME, my mistress."

Suzanne thought ruefully as she stared at Brenda's improbably curvy body, Looks like Brenda is a part of the family now, for good or ill. We'll just have to deal with it and try to get her to live at least a semi-normal life. To be truthful, I did kind of halfway mean what I said about not having her as a maid, but I don't mean it now. Brenda needs our help just as much as Alan does. I think she needs a lot of help. She's had a total personality change in the last few weeks; she's very right that it would be extremely cruel to bring her this far along and then abandon her. I should have thought things through before speaking out loud. We've made the commitment to her and we've got to keep to it, whatever that may mean. Brenda needs our love and consideration as much as Alan or anyone else.

Once Brenda had more or less recovered, Suzanne asked, "I'm curious. Brenda, why is it that we, the Plummer family, have such a strong emotional effect on you? I have to admit, I could never imagine someone wanting to do for big money what you say you want to do for this family for free. What drives you?"

Brenda thought for a while. "I don't know, to be honest. Being the Plummer family slave feels so right that I've never even given it much thought. I just knew. I knew from the moment I found out Alan had all four of you under his thumb. I knew I'd found something so perfect and that there would be no limit to my servitude, if he would only have me, if you would all have me. It took me a while to be able to admit that, but I knew it deep in my soul."

She paused, and marveled at her luck in finding the Plummers. She began to massage her breasts in circles, as merely having these thoughts of utter servitude and obedience turned her on terribly. "So, I suppose it must fulfill me in some deep way. Very deep. I think some of it has to do with a suppressed desire for my mother, may she rest in peace. In a way, you and Mistress Susan have replaced her in my heart. If I were to lose the two of you, after losing her, I don't know what I would do! Life wouldn't be worth living. Not even with Adrian. Maybe not even with Alan. I'm weak at heart. I wouldn't be able to go on. That's why your words hurt me so deeply, Mistress Suzanne. I love you so much. I know I've only known you a short while, but I love you so very much! You too, Mistress Susan!" Brenda began to tear up.

Suzanne thought that was surprisingly perceptive, and probably very true. She looked at her relationship with Brenda in a whole new way. "And Alan? What's the deep force there?"

That immediately banished Brenda's sorrow. She laughed happily as she thought of her Master. "Duh! He's Alan. Need I say more? Susan put it so well. What did she say? 'He's just about the most mature, smart, and loving eighteen year old in the whole wide world!' That's exactly it! Admittedly, I've only known him for two months, but those words are the truest I've ever heard. I love him so deeply that I think I love him more than my own son. Is that wrong? It IS wrong! I'm sure it is, but I can't help it. I desire to make love to Adrian, I love my pooh bear so much, but I NEED to get fucked by Master Alan like I need air to breathe."

She continued even more emphatically, "I MUST serve him, to show him that I would do anything I could possibly do if he would only shove his cock down my throat and up my cunt one more time. He's actually played with me so rarely that I've been dying. Dying! It's like I have all the love of a son for him, plus all the love as if he was my husband, then times that by four. I think it's something that you may never fully understand, Mistress Suzanne, because it goes so deep in me. I have to serve Master Alan and give him my body like the sun has to rise in the morning. It's just is a basic fact of life. I can promise you now that it will never change until the day I die. You may mock Susan's brilliant Big Tits Theory, but to me it's the most fundamental truth. It's my guide to life."

Suzanne thought, I can see why she favors Alan over Adrian. Adrian hasn't proved himself worthy of natural master status yet, while Alan has. I hope Adrian can turn that around to take some more of Brenda's emotional focus, but unfortunately from all I've seen of him he seems the submissive type. Looks like I might have to add helping Adrian to my list of long-term projects. Adrian is another good reason why it would be better if Brenda wasn't so focused on this family, but what's done is done. I wish I would have had more of an idea what I was getting everyone into when I invited her over to join our poke-her parties!

Brenda turned to Susan and held her hand. "Mistress Susan, you have such a natural wisdom to come up with that. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I think in many ways, you and I are soul sisters. You, alone of anyone I've met, completely understand me."

Susan nodded solemnly. "Yes. We're not the same, but I know your mind."

CHAPTER 11

Brenda felt better by now, though still a bit overwhelmed. She got up, then dropped between Suzanne's legs. Looking up into Suzanne's ravishing ivory face, she said, "I am so completely sorry for yelling at you. Please forgive me. I had no right to do that. I hope you'll punish me later, but for now, let me try to make it up to you." She pulled Suzanne's lycra pants to the side and began to lick her pussy.

Suzanne tried to push Brenda's head away, but without much success. "Brenda! Really. You don't have, ugh, have to, oooh! To do that." She felt guilty, since she thought that Brenda's outburst was a justifiable reaction to her thoughtless comments.

Brenda stopped and looked up again. "Mistress Suzanne, I generally think that you understand me pretty well. Surely you understand that I MUST do this. This is what I do. I'm a complete submissive. Other people may find joy in strange things like dressing up in leather and whipping each other or whatever; this is how I find MY joy. One thing I love about this family is that you can relate and you can accept me for what I am. Please don't ask me to stop?" She began pulling off Suzanne's lycra pants.

Suzanne's willpower crumbled and she let Brenda remove the last of her clothes. "Ah, what the heck. Knock yourself out. But not so intense! How am I supposed to concentrate?" She thought, Speaking of Alan being tempted by corruption, I think Brenda's going to corrupt me too.

But she said out loud, "Susan, what were we talking about? Oh yes. Your fantastical Big Tits Theory."

Susan complained, "Fantastical?! How can you call the Big Tits Theory just a sexual fantasy? Think about it. Look at yourself. Look at me. Look at Brenda! Especially look at Brenda. Let's be honest. No false modesty. When it comes to beauty, the three of us are in the top one percent of the top one percent of all the women in the world. We're just not genetically built like other people. We're hard-wired for sex! We're hard wired to serve."

She went on, "You know what I think? I think women like us were probably bred to be sexual playthings down through the ages. Think of the wife or mistress or harem girl of a Viking warrior king or a Turkish sultan. Those women had children, and only the most beautiful and sexually talented were deserving of belonging in the harem of the leader of the next generation. Over millennia, an upper class of harem types must have evolved. Look at us. You practically only have to touch Brenda and she cums in buckets. It's just not normal. You and I are almost the same. Most women aren't wiping their own pussy juice that's dripped down below their knees on a daily basis. That's not normal either. Whether you like it or not, we've been born and bred to serve in the harem of a natural master like Alan. It's a fact!"

Suzanne was a bit taken aback by this, because it did make a fair amount of sense. Near the throes of orgasm, she grabbed Brenda's head and pulled her away from her lap temporarily, so she could think and talk.

After recovering a bit, the sexy redhead said, hesitantly, "Okay, let's hypothetically say that's true. How did we all end up here in the middle of nowhere in Orange County? Why aren't we in Istanbul or Paris or Beijing or somewhere fancy like that? And how is it Alan found so many of us in such a short time?"

"I don't know," Susan answered honestly. "Maybe since there are no real harems left in the world anymore, people like us get scattered to the four corners of the Earth. Maybe people like us naturally seek each other out. Or maybe it's fate. Maybe there are forces at work more powerful than we can ever understand. It's all so wildly improbable that you just can't say it's all random! That's PROOF that there's a higher design here!"

Suzanne scoffed. "You lost me there. I'm sorry. I don't believe in fate or in God. Maybe you have a point about socially selected breeding for sexual characteristics. Of course that happens. But there's a huge gap from that to the Big Tits Theory. I don't mind the idea of being especially hard wired for sex, but not to serve. That does not describe me at all. Nope. No siree. I find the very idea highly offensive."

"But look at Brenda! Haven't you heard a word she's said?"

Suzanne looked down into her lap where Brenda's tongue eagerly explored the insides of Suzanne's pussy, as far in as her tongue could go. Brenda certainly made it hard to make any argument against subservience. But Suzanne replied, "Brenda is one in a million. Not only that, but there were a lot of environmental factors in her life, like the way her mother sexually spanked her, setting off who knows what kind of sexual fetishes, and her mother's tragic early death."

Suzanne raised her hand to stop Susan from protesting. "Enough. Please. If the Big Tits Theory works for you and Brenda, then fine. I won't try to pop your bubble anymore. But please don't mention it to me or anyone else. I don't want to think about it, or think of myself that way. I'm sick and tired of hearing it." She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind.

Brenda, who had been mostly looking up at Suzanne while licking, saw Suzanne's emerald green eyes close and could see they would stay closed for some moments. She briefly withdrew her tongue from Suzanne's pussy lips and turned enough to make eye contact with Susan. She gave Susan a big encouraging smile and two thumbs up. She wanted Susan to know that she agreed with everything Susan had said and then some. She knew this was a bit naughty vis-à-vis Suzanne, but she couldn't contain herself.

Susan couldn't help but giggle at this. She winked at Brenda conspiratorially.

Brenda winked back. She sighed with contentment at having such wonderful mistresses and returned to her task of getting Suzanne to climax.

Suzanne, while enjoying Brenda's attentions physically, was still very distraught mentally. She opened her eyes and looked at Susan with exasperation. "Susan, we got a bit off track, but do you see where I'm coming from about Alan and his problems, at all? Don't you see? Don't you see the very way that you proved how I would behave if I was in charge in the morning, or the way Brenda thinks and acts, don't you see that only shows just how serious a problem this is?! Power corrupts. It's a fact!" Somehow that last thought made her look down at Brenda, happily lapping away.

Susan, still sat directly in front of Suzanne and replied, "Actually, I do understand exactly where you're coming from, my very best friend and loving sister. We do have a problem here. You kept telling me and I never really got it, but I think I get it now. I really do. The lottery metaphor, that makes sense to me. I always had absolute faith in Alan's talents, so I never worried about him too much, but you're right: it's the very fact that he's so talented that could be his downfall. But what to do? You know I've NEVER had much willpower with my children. It's a miracle they're not horribly spoiled already. Ron was never there for them, and I never said no."

"Noooo, you didn't," Suzanne agreed, slowly, "but when they did something you didn't like, you'd look at them with sad puppy dog eyes so tragic that even I would nearly cry, if I happened to be in the room. In a way, that was ten times more powerful than saying no. You can still do that. You hold an incredible power over Alan's heart. More than I do, I'll freely admit."

"But Suzanne! How can I do that, now? I just take one look at my Tiger's crotch, and I know that there's a dangerous sperm build-up going on before my eyes. Sperm is being produced at an alarming pace, and it needs to come out! Preferably into my mouth so I can taste it, but really any hole in any big-titted babe will do. That's where it BELONGS, gracing a woman's fair skin like liquid jewels, or oozing out of well-fucked holes. That's become so important to me. I know you think I'm crazy, but Alan NEEDS TO CUM!"

This idea was so wonderfully arousing to Susan that she began to run her hands all over her body, as if to put out small fires everywhere. She managed to knock her workout outfit down to her stomach in the process. "Suzanne, it's so true! From when I wake up in the morning until I go to sleep, that's the primary thought on my mind. How can I help him cum? How many times will he cum? Who will he cum into? How hard will he cum? How much will he enjoy it? How many big-titted women will get to enjoy his sperm? Did he find any deserving new cunts to cum into? These are the kinds of questions that make or break my day. If he came a lot and really enjoyed it, it was a good day for me. Before I drift off to sleep, I'll review the day and almost always smile and go to sleep contentedly, because most days are good days. But if he didn't, then I'm sad. Call me crazy, but that's my life now. Everything else, even my own wants and needs, are secondary."

Brenda, her chin and nose smeared and dripping with Suzanne's pussy juices, suddenly rose up from where she'd knelt and turned around so she could grab Susan's hand. She squeezed it tightly and seemed to tremble with happiness. "Susan! Mistress Susan! It's like you're reading my mind! I absolutely love you!"

Suddenly she leaped forward and threw herself into Susan. They kissed on the lips as Brenda squeezed Susan with all her might. The kiss was incredibly intense and lasted a long time. The fact that they were sharing Suzanne's juices turned them on even more.

Before too long, Susan and Brenda were seriously going after each other's bodies. They mashed their heavy tits together over and over, and continued to kiss like they were attempting to permanently fuse at the mouth. The only reason they didn't take things further was because they remained seated and didn't lay down.

But after a few minutes, Susan remembered Suzanne and looked over to her. "Suzanne? What's up? You're lost in thought and you're not joining us?"

Suzanne was in deep thought. Now that Susan and Brenda were motionless and attentive, she said, "You know, Susan, you are crazy. I'm sure you obsess about those things much more than even he does. But I do understand you, you know I do. You and I are soul sisters, too. I understand Brenda, too, far more than I think she realizes. The fact is, those kinds of questions fill my head every day, too. I'll admit that my pleasure comes first. But Alan's is a very close second. If he were to go the whole day only cumming a couple of times, or not at all, like when he went that whole weekend on that horrible camping trip, I'm practically a wreck. You know what we are? We're like three crazy people in an insane asylum. We're having an argument, and I'm only ever so slightly less crazy than you, so even what I'm saying would sound totally insane to any outsider. But that's our world now. And I don't know how to get out of it."

She thought to herself for some moments then added, "I'm torn. I'm of two minds. On one hand, I look at how the three of us behave, and I think the situation is hopeless. We're all too horny to be able to even talk seriously about Alan for five minutes without fucking each other. How can we ever resist him enough to provide any discipline to stop him from drifting into, well, I suppose you could call it the complete triumph of the 'bad Alan.' Maybe you're right. Maybe we are hard wired to be uncontrollable sex nymphos."

"We've just been unusually horny and excited this week, what with so many amazing things happening," Susan suggested, trying to be optimistic. But, abashed by Suzanne's comment about how they couldn't even keep their hands off each other for five minutes, she nudged Brenda to get off of her lap, which forced Brenda to stand up.

"True," Suzanne nodded, "but one could have said the same last week. And the week before. And the week before. Every week we're amazingly horny! It's like we're living an amazing dream that never ends and only gets more and more intense. But I do have hope. Because, on the other hand, I think of all the things in my life that I've done, and that you and I have done together. Things have a way of working out, you know? I almost feel like I could have the strength to tell Alan to do his homework before he can fuck. But I'm not quite there." She thought, I just hope to God my plan to bring Glory into our group is gonna work because I need her support and willpower so badly right now. But I can't count on that longshot possibility.

She paused, then added, "And Alan still has his 'bad Alan' problem. Can you two at least try to work with me on this? I'm going to try to give this my all. I'm going to dig deep in myself and try to find reserves of willpower to keep this household functioning on at least some kind of semi-realistic plane. Bills have to be paid. Food has to be bought. A whole range of things has to be done that has nothing to do with sex. Let's start with tonight. We're going to have the usual Wednesday night poke-her party, there's no doubt about that. I would never want to cancel it. But Alan should not be allowed to join the party until he's finished his homework and household chores. If he only had a little bit of discipline every now and then I think that would be enough, because he's a good kid at heart. That's why we all love him. But I can't even REMEMBER the last time he's done something like do the dishes or even clean his room, and don't say it happens sometimes when I'm not here, because it doesn't. Can we all agree on that, that we'll do that tonight?"

Susan and Brenda nodded.

Suzanne continued, "Here's the plan. Every day, one of us will talk to Alan when he comes home from school and determine a list of things he has to get done. The more he gets done, the more sex he can have. Simple, but effective. Let's say he finishes his chemistry lesson. Then he can run off and shoot his rocks into Katherine's mouth. Then he does his math. He's free to pump a big load of burning cum into Amy's tight ass. And so on. We can make sex an incredibly powerful reward if we could just say no every now and then and delay gratification for a little while!"

Susan joined Brenda on her feet. She pulled Suzanne up as well, and put her hands in Suzanne's. "I'm with you. I agree completely. I understand I have an unhealthy lack of self-control that could be damaging to my children's lives in the long term. I think today that I really do finally get it. I think you may be surprised; I may be able to help more than you realize. I can put my foot down sometimes, for instance when I recently insisted Katherine was not allowed to begin lactating, much less get pregnant. I think we can see a win-win, where Alan gets his homework done every day AND we all have plenty of crazy monkey sex with that forever loving cum-filled boy."

Suzanne smiled. "Crazy monkey sex. I like that." She turned to Brenda and thought, Bringing Brenda on as our sex slave maid is just like pouring gasoline on the fire that is Alan's problem. But there's no turning back now. She smiled encouragingly and asked, "Brenda, are you with us?"

The three of them now stood together in a small circle. Brenda put her hands on top of those of the other two, but much more reluctantly. "Okay, I'll try. But I'm afraid I'm just the opposite. As you get to know me better, I'll think you'll be surprised at just how little willpower I have. I'm as spoiled as anyone you'll ever meet. Can't I be one to work on the rewards end of the program, exclusively? I can handle that part pretty well."

Suzanne and Susan laughed. They answered together, "No!"

They drew together in a group hug. Given that the three of them were now topless, and Brenda and Suzanne wore nothing at all, the hug didn't stand much of a chance of failing to escalate into something more. Susan got started on fondling Brenda's breasts in a big way. But before their kisses and fondles got too carried away, Susan asked, "Suzanne, one question. Is there any reason why we'd have to start practicing self-control right now?"

Suzanne replied, "No. Actually, the more we can burn off our sexual energy with each other instead of with Alan, the better we'll be."

Susan cried out happily, "Then burn, baby, burn! All this talk about the difficulty of resisting Alan's cock, I don't know about you two, but it's made me-"

Suzanne finished the sentence, "so HOT!" Then she burst into laughter at Susan using her catchphrase yet again.

The three of them collapsed to the ground, and soon all that could be seen was a wild tangle of arms and legs.

CHAPTER 12

Alan sat in his first period class, but mentally he was far away. He was lost in a daydream and in his head he saw an image of Susan. Surprisingly, she was fully and conservatively dressed, and looked much as she did before his and her sexual awakening began. She looked like she was in a television commercial and she held up a bottle and stared straight into the viewer's eyes.

She said, "Is your house plagued by troublesome sperm build up? Is your son's penis tragically at the near-bursting point with life-giving wriggly sperm that should be deposited deep in his mommy's womb? Then try 'Incest-O-Matic'!"

The bottle in Susan's hand was thrust forward, filling Alan's mental view. It looked like a bottle of dishwashing liquid except for the words "Incest-O-Matic" written in big letters across the front.

The bottle receded, and Susan's face came close. She said, "Just one bottle of 'Incest-O-Matic' will turn any frumpy, normal mommy into a raving, gorgeous, nymphomanical sperm receptacle!"

She opened the bottle and dumped the entire contents of it over the top of her head. A torrent of liquid poured out, much, much more than such a bottle could ever possibly contain. The gush of thick fluid flowed down her head and upper torso and, as it cascaded down, her frumpy clothes and accessories disappeared and in their place little remained except exposed and wet skin. Even the ribbons in Susan's hair and her glasses melted away. Yet, apparently mindful that nudity is not allowed on television, one of her arms strategically covered her nipples (and little else).

Then her voice came back on as she continued to hold up the now empty bottle. "That's right. Forget grout. Forget grime. Forget dust. The worst problem plaguing the average homemaker in this day and age is teenaged sperm build up. Don't let your son suffer blue balls! Buy 'Incest-O-Matic' today!"

Susan waved the bottle around excitedly now, like some kind of overexcited carnival barker. Her exceptionally large breasts bounced all over the place, which made it seem as if the arm covering them would lose the battle to contain them at any moment. "If you act now, you will also get-"

Suddenly, Alan came out of his dream. He heard his teacher Mr. Tompkins asking, "Anyone? Anyone?"

Alan belatedly realized that some sort of question had been put to the class. He hoped he wouldn't be called on, because he didn't even know the subject at hand. Alan figured he was already in deep trouble as it was for being ten minutes late. Luckily, someone else was called on and Mr. Tompkins went back to his lecture.

Alan thought, Not that many months ago, I would have had my hand up in the air. I always used to have my hand up in the air. But now, I'm dreaming of 'Incest-O-Matic'?! Some kind of twisted sex commercial? What the hey? Someone should just lock me up and throw away the key and get it over with already. How absurd. Rrggh.

But I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to be able to concentrate on anything after a morning like this one? Between Susan and Katherine at home and Heather and Simone at school, it's lucky I'm not raving and drooling in a straightjacket already. There's such a thing as too much pleasure. I want to run screaming up and down the halls and tell everyone how great life is, but I have to sit here and pretend that things are normal. And then, as if that isn't enough, I have to sit behind and kitty-corner to Christine in this stupid class. I can stare at her from like three feet away all class long if I want, and she doesn't even know what I'm doing. At least, I hope she doesn't know...

Alan slipped into another daydream. The teacher asked another question, and this time Christine was called on. That in itself was hardly unusual; she always had her hand up for every question, and she was invariably correct in her answers. But this time, she got one wrong.

Alan heard a strange yet familiar voice say, "Christine, Christine. That is so unfortunate. Come up here." Alan looked up to the front of the room and did not see the balding and pot-bellied yet unusually "cool" Mr. Tompkins. Instead, a sexy female teacher who looked and sounded almost exactly like Heather was behind the teacher's desk. The main difference between her and the real Heather is that she seemed about twenty years older. Her hair fell to the top of her shoulders instead of going all the way down her back. But she still had Heather's all-knowing and supremely confident smile on her face.

Christine stood up. She was dressed in a sedate and unrevealing blouse, and a long grey dress that came down to her ankles. She looked around uncertainly and walked forward. "Yes, Ms. Morgan?" she asked in a worried voice as she got to the front of the class.

Alan remembered that Morgan was Heather's last name. Somehow, it seemed right to call the teacher "Ms. Morgan" and not "Heather," since she was so much older and more mature, even if she was fundamentally the same person. He noticed that she smiled and seemed to have mellowed with age. Her smile almost appeared to be kind.

Ms. Morgan, dressed in the kind of clothes Glory would typically teach in except with much more cleavage showing and a skirt far too short for any real teacher to ever wear, looked at Christine with both disapproval and a mocking amusement. "You know what the punishment is when a pretty girl fails to answer a question correctly?"

Christine nodded sadly, then looked up expectantly at Alan.

Now all eyes went to Alan. He sat up in his chair in surprise, because he had no idea why he was suddenly the center of attention.

Christine bowed her head down mournfully. "Yes, I do. But, but... I've never gotten a question wrong before. I've ... I've never even been with a man before! Couldn't he and I, do first, uh, ... something romantic... you know, I..."

"Silence!" Ms. Morgan slapped a ruler down hard on the table. She shot Christine a dirty look and Christine cowered in abject embarrassment.

Then Ms. Morgan was all smiles as she looked at Alan from across the room. "Alan, it looks like another special treat for you. You get to pop another cherry! And the last virgin holdout in the class, too. Would you like to come up and do the honors?" She seemed so eager to see Christine humiliated that it was obvious the older Heather wasn't much kinder after all.

Forgetting he was daydreaming, Alan thought in wonder, Can this really be happening?

He stood up and looked around the imagined classroom. Very, very few students in his real class were also in his dream class. Most of the boys and all of the average or ugly girls were gone, and in their place was a stunning array of incredibly gorgeous girls. Some of them were real girls from school who happened to be in other classes, including Amy, Katherine, and Janice. But most of them seemed to be complete figments of his imagination.

Alan got to the front of the class and stood there, right next to a trembling Christine.

Ms. Morgan leaned forward on the other side of her desk, eagerly awaiting for the two of them to begin.

Alan could tell what he was supposed to do: fuck Christine on the teacher's desk. But he was confused. Everyone appeared to have seen this many times before and there was an established ritual. But his mind was a complete blank of any previous experience in this parallel universe.

"Christine, don't dilly dally!" The older Heather growled. "You know what to do."

"Yes, Ms. Morgan," she whispered.

The real Christine did not suffer fools gladly. Had this been her, she would have stomped out of the room and gone straight to the principal if not the police, and generally raised holy Hell. But the dream Christine was meek.

Looking like she wanted to cry, she dropped to her knees and began to fumble at the zipper on Alan's pants. She complained, "This isn't right! It's not fair!" But her words came out in such a quiet whisper that even Alan could just barely hear her. A large part of her seemed to very much want to see his penis, even as some other part resisted.

The zipper went down and an extremely long and turgid penis fell out. Alan was shocked to see that it was a good four inches longer than his real life penis and a great deal wider, too. It was a monster. A murmur of wonder could be heard from his class mates. He noted that apparently his penis was a sight that continued to amaze even if one had seen it many times before. It stood straight out from his body, as stiff as an ironing board.

Christine made the sign of the cross over her chest as she whispered and prayed, "Mother Mary, please protect me from this thing! If there's a God, don't make my first time be humiliating like this!" The penis swayed menacingly around her nose.

After a quick glance at an increasingly impatient and irate Ms. Morgan, Christine turned back to Alan's hard-on inches from her face and grabbed and steadied it with one hand. Her other hand went to one of his balls, which she hefted up experimentally and uncertainly. She began to tentatively stroke the penis with one hand, but she was doing it all wrong, running her hand over the top as if petting the back of a cat. Christine was broad-shouldered and big for her five foot seven inch frame, but just the same her hand seemed comically small juxtaposed next to Alan's freakishly large dream penis.

She kept her eyes closed as she timidly petted it. Tears began to pour out of her eyes.

Alan thought, This is wrong. She's not happy. I should stop this. Christine is a good girl. She doesn't deserve this. But there was no conviction behind his words. He had some kind of vague notion that he was dreaming and noted that the dream Alan didn't seem to have many moral qualms about the situation.

Then what little fondling Christine was doing came to an end. Instead, she asked with her eyes closed, "Ms. Morgan? Can I ask a question? Why are we doing this? Why are you allowing this? Surely, as a female teacher, you would see the need to maintain an equitable balance between the sexes and prohibit this new school regulation that specifically permits Alan and only Alan to-"

"Quiet!" Ms. Morgan came around the desk. "How dare you question my teaching methods and the school rules! And look, Christine, what kind of star pupil are you? You call that a handjob? Do I have to show you everything? ... Fine."

One of Ms. Morgan's hands appeared from the side and nearly surrounded Alan's massive penis. It went to the underside of his penis and began to massage the sensitive spot just behind his penis head. "See? Right here. Focus here. Have you learned nothing from watching Alan fuck all the other girls?" Her other hand rested on top of Christine's immobilized hand and she held it and brought it the underside of Alan's penis. "You do it! And for God's sake girl, a girl's mouth is for licking or sucking cock, not complaining!"

Christine seemed reluctant, so Heather put her other hand on Christine's head and forced the girl's face forward until Christine's tongue tentatively made contact with Alan's penis head. While one of her hands and another belonging to Heather continued to jack off Alan's thick log, she experimented with flickering the tip of her tongue around his piss hole.

Ms. Morgan drew close as if to inspect what Christine was doing from mere inches away. She breathed heavily onto Alan's penis, both because she was so aroused that she was having trouble breathing and because she knew it would further please Alan. Then her mouth drew closer until her tongue also began to swirl around the tip of his penis.

Christine was doing well by now, but her face was forced off the penis as Heather slowly claimed all of the penis head for herself.

That caused a small commotion in the class. Alan heard murmurs of some classmates' gossipy comments. He distinctly heard one girl say, "There she goes again! Lucky bitch. She never lets any of us cocksuck in peace!"

Christine focused on her handjob techniques instead. A jar of KY Jelly, or something similar, appeared somehow and Christine smeared the jelly all over her hands and then all over Alan's penis. Then she resumed stroking with both hands and did much better than before. Now that it was properly lubricated, she seemed to increasingly enjoy sliding and squeezing her hands all over it.

But, as Alan's classmates correctly predicted, Ms. Morgan couldn't keep herself to just licking the tip. Soon she swallowed more and more of the giant phallus. But since Alan's dream penis was so big, even as she attempted to deep throat it, she could only take about half of it. And it had such a great girth that she looked like she was trying to swallow a Big Mac whole. Yet, amazingly, even with her mouth completely full of cock, she continued to bark orders to Christine, saying things like, "Tongue! Sirry girr, uuude da tongue!"

Christine, however, was still too shy to use her tongue, and the best spot to rub was already taken. She seemed to be at a loss and mostly just stared at the incredible amount of cock Ms. Morgan had somehow managed to fit inside her mouth and perhaps even a little bit down her throat.

The ever-helpful teacher noticed Christine's lack of activity and cried out, "Da bawhs! Douwn foe-gehd the bawhs!" Tears of effort ran down Ms. Morgan's face as her tongue somehow tantalizingly ran all around the Coke can of cock inside her mouth.

Christine followed the teacher's advice. She began to lick and suck Alan's balls while continuing to hold what was left of the penis base. His balls were proportionally sized to his penis, which meant there was no way for her to fit one inside her mouth. But she put her lips and tongue to good use and even managed to continue to fist the slippery lower half of his penis. Yet, at the same time, her initial tears had given way to open sobbing and bawling.

Alan was disturbed, yet he found her distress strangely arousing. He was also frankly shocked that he hadn't cum yet, given how he faced so much stimulation. Just the sight of Ms. Morgan trying so hard to please by swallowing so much cock was more than enough for him to cum. Yet, perhaps because it was a dream, he kept going with even more stamina than the real Alan ever had.

Ms. Morgan finally pulled away, utterly exhausted by what must have been a huge ordeal for her jaw. When she recovered her breath, she said, "So Christine, that's how you suck cock. Any questions?"

"Yes!" Christine cried out as the tears flowed down her cheeks. "You don't seriously expect me to put that whole thing in my mouth, do you?!"

The teacher cackled an evil laugh. "You know that sucking Alan's cock is a requirement to pass this class, do you not? Either you do it now, or you stay after school and practice, practice, practice." Still on her knees, she unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse and looked up at Alan's face. "That reminds me. I know I'm sounding like a broken record, but I have another extra credit project for you to help me with after school. The other female teachers will be there, as usual." She winked.

Alan nodded. He had no doubt that the "extra credit" involved a lot of fucking and that all the other teachers were hot (after all, it was his dream and clearly his imagination was extremely generous). If the Heather in this alternate reality was anything like the real Heather, it probably meant he was in for a lot of ass fucking. He imagined a row of female teachers with Playboy Playmate bodies, all bent over in a line in front of class, waiting for him to pick an ass to stuff.

Christine experimentally ran her tongue around Alan's penis. She soon rediscovered the sensitive spot beneath the head and began to lick there exclusively. At the same time, she continued to rhythmically fist the rest of his penis and fondle his balls.

But after a minute or two, Ms. Morgan barked, "Not bad, but that's still a failing grade. Just start sucking on the tip. That's not tough."

So Christine did as she was told. She tried to get as much of the tip in as she could, but the head was so ridiculously wide that it seemed to blot out her entire face. She continued to cry, though maybe more from frustration and fear than humiliation.

Ms. Morgan still breathed heavily on his enormous dick, but she began to stand up. However, as she did she stepped on Christine's long dress where it rested on the floor, and managed to rip the fabric all the way up the side.

Christine stopped what she was doing and shrieked.

In so doing, she opened her mouth very wide. Ms. Morgan had anticipated this and suddenly grabbed Christine's head and shoved it forwards onto Alan's penis. Miraculously, the penis went inside, though it seemed as if there wasn't a millimeter to spare on any side.

Christine's eyes bulged; she couldn't believe what was happening. It didn't seem anatomically possible. Somehow, she had swallowed the entire giant head, and her lips were wrapped around his penis just past there, so her lips provided friction right where the sensitive spot was. She seemed surprised and energized by this feat and began to suck with abandon.

Ms. Morgan had been using her hands to force Christine's head back and forth over Alan's penis, but she soon realized that Christine was sufficiently enthusiastic. She let go and looked out over the class to see if they were paying sufficient attention.

Alan simply could not believe how good it felt as she fisted part of his penis, sucked the other part, and played with his balls on top of it. He had such a long penis that it very literally seemed like he had two penises, a six-inch penis at the base and another six-incher attached to the end of the first one, and she delivered double the pleasure any normal penis could ever hope to experience.

Ms. Morgan, meanwhile, continued to "accidentally" walk all over Christine's dress, tearing it here and there. Then she "helpfully" took a pair of scissors and cut away what was left of it, which left Christine in just socks, sneakers, and panties below the waist. She stood back and addressed the class. "As you can see, Christine is working on preparing the cock for insertion. Because it is so extremely huge, it needs to be very well lubricated. Her mouth is not only getting Alan's dick slick and wet, but it should be making her fairly soaked down below, which will also help. Aren't I right, girls?"

There was a nervous chuckle from the class.

Alan turned his head around and saw that most of the girls had their hands on their crotches or on their chests. Some of them appeared to make subtle rubbing motions, and some not so subtle. He noticed that a few of them had their legs spread widely and were not wearing any panties. The twenty percent or so of the class that was male also seemed to clutch at and furtively fondle their loins.

CHAPTER 13

Christine seemed content to suck and lick forever. She couldn't get used to the sheer size of the dick in her mouth, and that amazement seemed to channel into a greater and greater desire to explore and pleasure the intruder.

But unexpectedly, Ms. Morgan grabbed Christine's head again and pulled her free of the monstrous penis. "Enough of that," she complained, "the class is getting bored and restless."

Christine's tears continued to flow freely; she took some moments to get her breath back and recover. But in less than half a minute, she lunged forward and resumed licking with a passion. With her mouth no longer stretched wide beyond all probability, she was free to talk again and she complained as she licked, "Ms. Morgan!" <lick> "That was mean!" <lick> "How dare you!" <lick lick> "I should make a" <lick lick lick> "formal..." She seemed to give up any attempt at talking and attempted to fit the entire thing in her mouth again, but it was like trying to swallow the end of a baseball bat.

Ms. Morgan just laughed and pulled her away. "You see? You're just like all the rest! Once you start, you can't stop. Alan, I think you've got another dedicated cocksucker to add to your collection. This one's a real beauty, I must admit. Now it's time to christen her cock-hungry face."

"Oh. Right." Alan heard himself laugh. Then there was a rumbling in his balls and he felt himself let go.

Christine could sense what was about to come; but it was like knowing a volcano was about to erupt with no way to get out of the way and survive. She simply closed her eyes and opened her mouth and kept her head right where it was, a mere inch or two from the tip.

Alan watched from above; he had never seen anything like it. As a surge of the utmost pleasure conceivable flowed though his body, a torrent of cum shot out of the tip of his penis. It was thick and viscous and the equivalent of the loads from ten men, if not twenty.

Christine tried to catch most of it in her mouth, but within seconds her mouth was full and she had to close it. She backed away some, but her attempt to evade the torrent was futile. It seemed to go on forever and ever. Her head repeatedly buckled backwards as each new rope splattered onto her skin with the force of a highly-pressurized fire hose.

Finally, Alan was finished and he surveyed what he had done. Christine's face was absolutely soaked with cum. It looked like there had been a gang bang targeted at her face. Cum dripped everywhere, which caused a second flood on her shirt. Insofar as one could read any facial expression beneath the layers of cum, she seemed both dazed and delighted.

However, one of the girls from the class yelled, "Hey, Miss Morality! Always telling us how we should be ashamed of ourselves, well, what do you have to say now?"

There was a general murmur of agreement and even catcalls and jeers.

Christine dropped her head. She had to repeatedly wipe her eyes before she could even hope to open them. When she did, she broke into a new round of tears. "Look at me! This is horrible! Ms. Morgan, how can you do this to me?! The shame!" As she protested, she tried to clear her face, but found herself stuffing all the cum into her mouth. She seemed positively ravenous for it.

Ms. Morgan laughed. "Now you're beginning to see why this school has special rules about Alan and no one ever complains about them! Well, no females, anyway. But look at your top. It's a cum-caked disaster. We'd better get you cleaned up." She took her scissors again and cut right through the top, enabling the teacher to remove it without having to pull it over her head. As Christine saw the top go, she tried to grab it so she could suck up the large wads of cum. The teacher let her suck on the cloth for several moments and then pulled it away.

Christine looked down at herself and immediately crossed her arms over her chest. "No fair! Ms. Morgan, you cut my bra off, too!"

"Oops!" The teacher laughed not at all apologetically. "Accidents happen."

"What am I going to wear now for the rest of the day?" Christine wailed. "All my classes! Walking in the crowded halls! Oh God!"

"That's a good question," the older Heather replied as she pulled Christine's panties away from Christine's skin and brought the scissors down to one of Christine's hips. "Especially since I can feel another accident coming on." With cruel laughter, she snipped Christine's panties on one side, then repeated the process on the other.

Christine stared down in wide-eyed horror.

"Why are you surprised?" Ms. Morgan asked. "You knew this was going to happen. If you want another load of cum, and you know you do, stop complaining and do what you're told like the cocksucking cum-slut you've just become. Now sit in your chair."

"Yes, ma'am." Christine sat up, seemingly totally defeated. She crossed her legs to cover her bush from many eager eyes and kept both arms crossed over her large breasts. But there was a hunger in her eyes. She looked hopefully at Alan's penis, which hung down but seemed nearly as long flaccid as it did hard.

Ms. Morgan slid a hand down Alan's backside and deep into the backside of his shorts. As she groped at one of his ass cheeks, she told Christine and the class, "It appears that Alan is almost ready to fully break in another one of his bitches. Do you have a problem with that, oh mighty school valedictorian? Are you still complaining about how unfair this all is?" She laughed, and the class laughed along with her.

Christine didn't want to answer, but a long ensuing silence forced her to. "Yes. No. ... I mean... I don't know what I mean! Ms. Morgan, it's so unfair, but I love it!"

Ms. Morgan flashed an evil smile upon hearing that. "Do you begin to understand now why this school considers it a vital learning experience for every girl to broken in by Alan at least once?"

"Yes," she sighed as her eyes remained locked on Alan's flaccid penis with hope and anticipation. It was about half-mast already and slowly rising.

"You're free to go back to your seat. I'm sure you want to stop this humiliation now, don't you? Well, go ahead!"

Christine paused a long time. Then she said quietly, "No, I'll stay."

The teacher laughed heartily. "I thought so!"

Alan interrupted Ms. Morgan's merriment. "Excuse me, teacher. I think you're forgetting your place." He yanked her short skirt completely off, then pulled her business jacket down her arms, effectively pinning her arms to her side. Then he ripped her blouse open, which caused buttons to fly everywhere. Her breasts exploded out of their confines.

Heather dropped to her knees before Alan. She managed to free one arm from the jacket and blouse and began to jack him off. "Darling, please, I'm your teacher! Why do you always have to embarrass me in front of class? You're undercutting my authority!"

Alan let out a cruel laugh. "Teacher?"

Heather, squatting on her high heels, inched forward so she could suck as well as fondle. "Okay, admittedly teacher and head bitch. But I still deserve some respect. The way you had those two busty teachers abuse my body after school yesterday, well..." She began to frig herself as she recalled what happened in Alan's most recent after school "extra credit assignment."

Alan turned his attention to Christine, who seemed to be at a loss for what to do. "Stand up, girl!"

Christine stood up. Tears still ran down her face, but she leaned up to Alan's ear and whispered, "You want to know the truth? I got the question wrong on purpose. I couldn't stand it any more, you fucking all the other girls but me. I'm so sorry I turned you down when you asked me out! Forgive me!" Then she licked her way from his ear to his mouth and continued to lick down his neck.

"Aw, isn't that touching," Ms. Morgan said nastily. "An intimate moment shared. Be a dear, girl, and bend over the desk. The class would like to see your ass."

Christine was reluctant as she briefly looked out over the crowd. But she finally turned around and bent over the desk. With her long blonde hair covering her back, Alan, and no doubt the rest of the class, focused their eyes on Christine's exposed ass and powerful legs. She was on the school's track team and in real life people joked that she could crack a coconut open with her thighs.

Ms. Morgan had taken hold of Alan's penis with one hand and fondled it while she faced away from him and toward the class. She said, "I'm sure all of you are as eager as I to see the high and mighty Christine finally get her cunt properly stuffed. However, let's see a show of hands. Who would like to see Alan titfuck her lovely orbs before he breaks her hymen?"

Alan craned his neck to look around and saw every hand in the class shoot up. That is, almost every hand. A few of the girls were so busy playing with themselves through their clothes that they enthusiastically bobbed their heads up and down instead.

Ms. Morgan chuckled an evil laugh. She turned to Alan as he reached out to touch Christine's trembling ass. "There you have it. You know what to do now, Alan, don't you? Alan? Alan?"

"Alan?" The voice was male this time. This fact slowly broke through Alan's daydream haze.

He opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone in the class stared at him, only it wasn't because they were expecting him to go up to the front to titfuck Christine. Instead, his teacher was asking him a question and all the other students were wondering what the heck was wrong with him.

The teacher said, in a snide tone, "Looks like you've rejoined us. Where did you pop off to? It looks like you were enjoying yourself a bit too much over there. Did you understand anything I've said at all in the last five minutes?"

Alan blushed. "No, Mr. Tompkins. Uuuuhh... I, uh, I didn't get enough sleep last night. I'm really sorry!" The dream had seemed so unusually vivid and real that he struggled to regain his bearings.

"Well," Mr. Tompkins huffed. He seemed to be pondering whether to take more action, but in the end merely said, "Make sure it doesn't happen again." He shook his head disapprovingly. It seemed like he was going to say something more, but he stopped himself at the last second. Then he resumed his lecture.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief. He guessed that Mr. Tompkins gave him a break, even though he'd been late, because of the painted desk incident that had happened in the class the day before. Probably he thinks I'm still having some kind of trouble related to the football players and he's trying to give me a break. If he only knew the real reasons for me being late and spaced out!

He looked around. Most everyone had turned away, but not Christine. There she was, not four feet away, staring at him intently with a curious expression. Alan was already blushing, but he suddenly turned a much deeper shade. He quickly looked away, afraid to make eye contact with her.

He still had no mind to pay attention to Mr. Tompkins. He thought, What a fool I am! If Christine had even half a clue what I was just thinking, she wouldn't fondle and suck my balls, she'd saw them off with a dull hacksaw! Dang, what the hell is the matter with me today? First a stupid Incest-O-Matic commercial and now this immature fantasy! As if! As if the whole world revolves around me and I get to fuck any girl I please in the middle of class!

Actually, you know, it's not really THAT far removed from reality. I mean, is it? Sure, there were some weird things, like the mature Heather and, of course, no school in the universe would ever allow that kind of thing openly, and dang, the size of that penis! But all in all... I mean, it's like my real life taken to some kind of logical extreme. Or maybe illogical extreme. Jesus, just look at what happened to me this morning! Why NOT fuck the likes of Christine to my heart's content? Would that really be so bad? Why was I against that yesterday, again?

Alan scanned his mind and tried to remember why it had been so important for him to reject Christine during dinner the night before, but he came up a total blank. He mostly just wanted to get back to his fantasy. There was definitely some kind of reason. I can't imagine what it is, though, given the way she looks so fuckably delicious, despite always dressing like she's off to join the Quakers. She needs to be sexually liberated, and I'd be doing her a big favor by breaking her in. I've never actually seen her tits and the daydream got cut off just as I was about to titfuck her! Talk about unfair!

Alan noticed Mr. Tompkins looking at him again. Alan made more of a pretense to at least look like he was paying attention. When the teacher turned his back, Alan had a chance to look down into his lap. Unsurprisingly, there still was a massive hard-on there which strained at the seams of his jeans. But to his surprise, there was also a very large wet spot. However, he was relieved to find that it seemed to be all pre-cum and he hadn't actually had a big and really messy explosion. He casually put both hands over the large bulge in an attempt to cover it up.

He tried to concentrate on Mr. Tompkins' words, but it seemed futile. The lecture was too boring and the rest of Alan's life too interesting. He soon went back to his ruminations while he pretended to look in the teacher's direction. Maybe I shouldn't fight it. Maybe my Mom is right, and her Big Tits Theory is right. Maybe there's something special about me that makes it my natural destiny to dominate and fuck the sexiest of women. Why do I keep trying to fight it and act PC? I keep trying to think these are all just sexual games, but maybe there's something in women that makes them naturally surrender their bodies to my will? Alan, just look around at your real life! You have a de facto HAREM! Look at what's happening. Look at how Heather subjects herself to me like she's my sexual toy. Maybe that's all she really is and all she should ever be! Heck, even Simone was kind of acting that way today.

If so, then it's only right that I add Christine to my harem. Her body is, like, perfectly designed to be an Alan slave. She should just break down and accept it, like she did in the dream. You know what would be cool? Instead of just sitting here and staring at the back of her head, wouldn't it be great if she and I both sat in the back row of the class and she blew me all class long? That's how it should be! Every day. Living life just like my day dream. Of course Mom would approve. She understands the DEAL. She knows that offering her body to me is THE MOST important thing a woman can do! She's so right, and I keep trying to be meek and modest, but why? I'll tell you what's wrong! What's wrong is that Christine isn't between my legs right now, looking up into my face with loving eyes while her tongue lolls around and around the tip of my dick! I have the dick, the monster tasty dick, that all the women want! Yes! Taste it, Christine!

Alan stared at the back of Christine's head with malevolent and intense sexual thoughts while he was thinking all of this. His penis was straining hard inside his jeans.

Somehow, Christine could sense that she was being stared at. She finally turned around and made eye contact with Alan.

Alan quickly turned away and stared out the window. His fantasies and thoughts were shattered. Shit. She must think I'm some kind of freak. I'm giving her all the wrong signals by staring at the back of her head like I'm obsessed with her. What is WRONG with me, man? I can't deal with all these women being so tempting and submissive and far too foxy and curvy. I think I'm slowly losing my mind!

CHAPTER 14

As soon as class was over, Alan urgently sought out and found his friend Sean. He practically dragged Sean down the hall until they came to another hall that had only unused and locked rooms in it and they went down a safe distance until they could speak safely in privacy.

Alan looked at Sean with wild eyes and said emphatically but quietly, "Dude! I can't help it! I can't fucking help it!"

"Help what?" Sean naturally asked.

"Women! The way they react to me. The way I react to them. It's like it's out of my control. Do you know I have a harem? Did I tell you that?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, you did."

"Well, it's true. It just happens. Everything just happens perfectly. It's like I have the most amazing sexual good luck charm. I don't even have to do a thing. Like this morning! I have this plan to go and fuck Heather and Simone before school. I show up. My mind's a total blank. I know something will come to me on the spot. And it does! And it works! Within two minutes, Heather goes from being pissed off to wanting to name her firstborn after me! What IS this?! What comes over me?!" He was so emphatic that he found himself grabbing the collar of Sean's shirt.

Naturally, Sean was miffed. Not only because of the way Alan was grabbing him, but because of the way he talked about Heather, his dream girl. The thought of Alan fucking Heather caused his face to turn beet red and he fought to suppress the urge to punch his best friend.

Alan belatedly realized what was happening and let go of Sean's collar. He immediately tried to repair the damage. "I'm telling you this because I need you to take over. There's something about Heather. She corrupts my soul! Corny, but true! If only you knew the crazy thoughts I was thinking at the end of class just now. I'm slowly losing my mind! I'm not right for her, and she's not right for me. The sooner Heather is out of my life and you and her are a couple, the happier I'll be! She's the source of all evil!"

Sean's face was hard to read, but at least he no longer looked like he wanted to strangle something. He asked, "So, you mean she's like Sauron?"

"Huh?" Alan was completely perplexed.

"Sauron, you know, the great all-seeing eye in The Lord of the Rings. He's pretty much the source of all evil, although technically Sauron is just the servant of Morgoth. So are you saying she's Morgoth, then?"

Alan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to grab Sean by the collar again and yell, "Listen to me! I'm going crazy, and you're making Lord of the Rings comparisons?!" But he did desperately need Sean's help, so he calmed himself a bit and tried to think in a Sean mindset. "No. Not Morgoth. Not at all. Come on, even Heather is only so powerful. She's more like ... Saruman. I mean, Saruman was fundamentally good. But then he became corrupted by power and turned evil. Gandalf tried to save him, and maybe he could have, but he failed. It's just like that, except that I'm not just failing to turn her, she's turning ME to evil." On a roll with the metaphor, Alan continued more enthusiastically, "You know what? Hobbits have a strange resistance to the powers of evil. You, my friend, are a hobbit! I'm not. YOU can resist her! You have to!"

Sean thought about that for some moments, then answered, "What makes me a hobbit? And why do you look so frantic? Take a chill pill, man!"

Alan thought that was good advice. He took a step back and leaned wearily against a hall locker. "I don't know, dude. It's just... this morning. These whole last two months! I was daydreaming in class just now, wild and outrageous dreams, and then it occurred to me, 'hey, these are actually pretty close to my real life.' I can't handle it. How can a person have so much sex and not turn into a raving sexual maniac? You." He suddenly poked Sean in the chest with a finger. "YOU are going to be my salvation. I have to get Heather out of my life. I feel if I can do that, I can keep my worst tendencies in check. You, alone, have the love for Heather to want to see she comes out right. That's your protection against her evil. That's what makes you the metaphorical hobbit. Plus, you haven't been sexually corrupted already like I have. That's the key, to get you sexually experienced and talented enough to impress Heather, but not actually sexually corrupted, so you'll bring her to the good side instead of you going to the evil side."

"The dark side, you mean," Sean corrected Alan. "We're talking about the Force now, right?"

"Sean! Dude! Are you trying to drive me insane, too?! Enough fucking movie references already! I'm dead serious here. I already had you on the fast sexual apprentice track, but as of now I'm putting you on the super fast track. I already have some plans in motion for you for this afternoon, which is good 'cos it'll be exactly what you need. Get ready. It's gonna be intense, but fun, if you open yourself up to the experience."

Alan had spoken to Xania and already put the plan in motion: since she was coming down to Orange County tonight for the Plummer poke-her party, he asked if she could come down in the afternoon and give Sean his first lesson in anal sex. She'd agreed, but only on the condition that Alan join them and give her a good double penetration fucking. However, Alan talked her out of it. As much as that sounded like great fun to him, he convinced her that Sean needed to take things one step at a time and that she and Sean needed to focus 100 percent on Sean's first anal sex experience. But Alan, in his sex-addled mind, was now regretting his consideration for Sean. An image of Xania taking two dicks at once filled his head.

Then, as his thoughts tended to do whenever Xania came to mind, he began to think about her long tongue and all the skilled things she could do with it. He began to slip into daydream mode as he imagined Xania's tongue snaking out at him, just as supersized in length as his penis had been in his earlier daydream.

"Alan?"

Alan realized his eyes had glazed over and his penis had become fully erect. Yet again. "Oh. Yeah. Just keep in mind that you HAVE to do your best to turn Saruman from the dark side, and fuck it if I'm mixing my movie metaphors. Do you understand what I'm trying to say to you?"

"Yeah. Kind of. I guess. I will try to do my best with whatever you throw at me, Alan. Seriously. I did pretty okay last time, right? But I don't understand what's eating you up so much. You're living every man's dream life, dude. What could possibly be the problem?"

Alan clenched the hair on his head in exasperation, but remained quiet while he collected his thoughts. Finally, he said, "It's like this. I LIKE the old me. The pre-sexual me. I don't want to lose that completely. And of course, I love the sex. But I don't want to turn into some completely different person. But I am! Power corrupts, just like what happened to Saruman when he was tempted by the possibilities of the Ring of Power. It's becoming so all I can think of is sex. All I can think of women is that they're sexual objects I need to fuck. The truth is, if you can win Heather, you're not only going to save her from evil, you might save me from evil, too."

"Wow. Dude. That's a lot to handle at nine in the morning."

"I know. I'm sorry. And we've got to hustle off to our next class. I've already been late to one today. But one quick question: can't we come up with some better metaphor than Heather equals Saruman? Sexy young female fox versus ugly old male wizard doesn't do it for me. Can't we pick, I dunno, the Wicked Witch of the West or something? Some female character."

"The Wizard of Oz? Alan, that is such an ancient reference. And totally gay. Puh-lease! I didn't even see that movie." Sean looked at his watch impatiently.

"Okay. But try to think of something else, alright? These metaphors are good in helping you understand, so the closer the metaphor we can find, the better."

"Okay. I gotta boogie. I'll think about that and everything else while I sit through my boring calculus class. But serious, take a whole handful of chill pills. Later!" He started to bolt off for his next class, but stopped abruptly and turned. "Hey! I got it! Phoenix, from the X-Men. Y'know, Dark Phoenix and Jean Grey?"

Alan felt like laughing out loud at the sheer absurdity of life. But he contained himself and replied, "Hmm. Comic book reference, eh?"

"It sorta works!" Sean said enthusiastically. "I mean, they're both damned hot! Think about. Anyway, ciao for now."

"Later!" Alan waited until Sean was out of sight, then let out a heavy sigh. Then he too started to hustle to his next class. He was glad at least that, for once, his erection had subsided on its own.

As he hurried, he thought, Sean gets things a bit, but he doesn't really understand my problem. To be frank, I'm not sure if I do. Maybe I should just give in and go with the "bad Alan" vibe. Am I just delaying the inevitable? I wish I could talk to some outsider about this- hey! Xania IS coming to town today. She's got her thing with Sean that I've planned, not to mention the poke-her party, but maybe she can squeeze in an advice session in there somewhere? I hope so!

The hallways were rapidly emptying of people, so he broke into a full run.

CHAPTER 15

Alan did his best in his next class and actually paid attention. Once the class was over, as he wandered the halls on his way to third period, he ran into Simone in a busy hallway.

She stopped him and said, "Hey." She looked a bit bashful, given that they'd fucked a couple of hours earlier, but she wasn't the bashful type and recovered quickly. She spoke quietly near his ear so only he could hear, "Guess what? Heather got in trouble and was sent home."

"What? Just for being late?"

"No. She was way late, but that wasn't the main problem. When she finally strolled into her first period class, the teacher took one look at her and sent her to the principal's office. Said she was dressed like a tart. Then she got sent home to change. She just got back."

"Huh. Well, she was dressed pretty outrageously, even for her. I'm actually a bit relieved to find she can't get away with wearing just anything."

"Well, it's not that simple. Our first period teacher, you know the old hag Mrs. Jenkins? She gave Heather a very disapproving look as Heather came in and I think she was going to leave it at that, but then Heather did something to cause Mrs. Jenkins' eyes to practically pop out of her head! I couldn't see what it was, with the desk in the way and everything, but I'll bet she purposely flashed that she wasn't wearing panties. Of course the teach couldn't ignore that." Simone grinned from ear to ear. "That's what I love about Heather: she's a complete daredevil and ALWAYS entertaining!"

"Huh. Do you think that's going to be a problem for her at home, getting busted like that?"

"Nah. Her parents aren't home in the mornings, and they wouldn't care if they heard about it. Their perfect princess can do no wrong and it's always somebody else's fault. That's actually what they call her: 'princess.' They spoil her rotten."

"Oh." Alan was still spaced out and not very talkative.

But Simone did feel talkative. She continued, "I mean, Heather is such a rascal and she rubs it in everybody's face. She loves to flaunt her disrespect for authority. Did you know she was gone for two hours, even though she was told in no uncertain terms to be back in less than one? I think she just did that to see if she could get away with it."

Alan tried to figure out what Heather being gone so long might mean, but his thoughts were cluttered. Heather hated her classes, but she loved the times in between where she could strut around as if she owned the school and she actually hated to miss school for that reason.

Simone felt a new camaraderie and bond with Alan, and was too talkative and engaged for him to have time to think. She lightly punched him in the arm. "Hey! Guess what?"

"What?"

Simone put her hand on her stomach and frowned. "I feel funny. There's a tingling down here. Kinda feels like something's getting ... fertilized."

Alan realized that Simone was just joking, so he sarcastically replied, "Ha ha. Very cute."

She replied with a dead seriousness, "No, really. You know that when I said I was on the pill, I was talking about taking vitamins, not birth control."

It took him a few seconds to realize she was joking again. Then he looked around frantically, realizing that a phrase like "birth control" could prick people's ears. He said quietly, "Shush! We're in a busy hallway!"

Simone laughed heartily. "Just yanking your chain. Though I'd rather be yanking something else, if Heather ever could let go of it." She nudged him again playfully.

Alan was even more worried now. "Simone! Seriously! Joking is fine, but not now, not here. You know all my problems with the football players. Have mercy!"

Simone continued to chuckle, but she could see his point. "Okay. Sorry. I'm just having too much fun today."

"By the way, where's Heather?" His eyes began to wander down from her face. He eyed her crotch as he recalled filling her pussy with cum just hours before.

Simone shrugged her shoulders in response to his question. However, there was some sparkle in her eyes that showed she was thinking about the sex they'd shared as well.

"Could you keep a close eye on her? Please? There's no telling what she'll do from one moment to the next."

Simone replied, "Well, we shared the last class and she had that kind of spaced out look that means you-know-what. But I'll stay on her tail." With a quick glance around and a conspiratorial wink, she added, "Figuratively speaking, that is."

"Thanks." He did know "you-know-what" - the anal dildo dumb down effect. "But still. What with her purposefully gone for two hours, and for no good reason, my working assumption is she's up to no good."

Simone laughed. "That's a good assumption. You're probably right!" But she didn't seem that concerned. She looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans and raised an intrigued eyebrow.

He had a bad feeling about Heather's disappearance, but he realized with frustration that there was no way to figure anything out, so he disregarded the problem.

Simone made to walk off, but she stopped and turned back. She rolled her T-shirt up over her stomach so he could see her belly button. "Hey. Alan. Check out my stomach. Do you think I'm showing yet?" She put her hands on her head and sucked in her gut to really vamp it up.

Alan raised his hands up to his head in frustration. But he couldn't help but laugh at Simone's running gag. "I'm going to get you for that!"

Simone smiled, pulled her shirt back down, and walked off. She knew that Alan was impressed with her muscle tone and her stomach and legs in particular, and was pleased that she'd managed to flirt and show off a bit.

I like her, Alan thought. She's got spirit. And maybe I never really gave her a full consideration in the looks department just because she's black and I considered her off-limits for some stupid reason. But really, she's the equal in beauty of any girl in the school. Maybe not quite the best in the face, but what a body! So strong. I'll bet she could run a marathon. I'd love to have a sexual marathon with her, all night long.

He mentally focused on his groin and belatedly paid attention to his erection. Down, boy. I hope it wasn't all the pregnancy joking that did that. I'm not into that whole idea. No way. What if I DID get her pregnant, what a disaster that would be! Not because she's black, I don't care about that. But to have her or any other girl showing before the end of the school year? No thanks! I could kiss college and everything else good-bye.

CHAPTER 16

Alan had to take a test in his next class, but it wasn't tough and he managed to finish with fifteen minutes before the end of the period. He thought, Perfect. A massive chunk of uninterrupted daydream time. Ah, yes, now what was I thinking about Christine before I was so rudely interrupted? Although, to be honest, that break was a very healthy thing. It's always good to talk to Sean and unload what's on my mind. And the fact that he's another guy, a regular guy, somehow that's very important. The fact is, I got carried away with that Christine daydream.

Heather put me in such a "bad Alan" mood that I totally forgot that Christine is a real human being and not just a sexual object for my amusement. Heh, that's kind of ironic given what Heather said to me earlier. But in any case, Christine is a very unique, wonderful, and extremely talented person. That's what really matters in life, the complex emotions like love and caring. Not just the base sexual urges. I should do what's right for Christine, and that means leaving her out of my sordid little sex world.

That said, there's nothing wrong with a little fantasizing. In fact, if I can satisfy my sexual fantasies with her just within my head, then I won't feel the urge to do so in real life. I know that the main thing I'm feeling is just this "you want most what you can't get" feeling. What is it with human nature, and especially male nature? Why is it that when a guy has five women in a harem, the thing that obsesses him the most is getting a sixth? Well, I'm not going to be like that. That's the true path to madness, because with that attitude I'll never be satisfied. Instead, I'm going to treat Christine like the lady that she is in real life, and only treat her like a fuck toy in my dreams.

Speaking of which, that last one was pretty sweet, imagining titfucking her in front of class. I almost shot a load right there in class! What was it that the older version of Heather said? Oh yeah: "Let's see a show of hands. Who would like to see Alan titfuck her lovely orbs before he breaks her hymen?" And then everyone in class raised their hands. And then Heather, or I should say Ms. Morgan, said...

"There you have it. You know what to do now, Alan, don't you?"

Alan looked at Ms. Morgan with an evil grin. "No, actually I don't. Why don't you show me?"

The older Heather smiled back just as evilly. "Fine. Christine, first off, if we're going to do this the slow way, I think it's time you show the class some pussy."

Several of the students, especially some of the male ones, let out a loud whoop.

Christine's tears had stopped flowing, but she still blushed all the way down to her chest. She got up from where she was bent over the teacher's desk, but kept her back to the class and tried to protect her ass. Somehow that just made the view that much more attractive. She stood as she'd been sitting, with her legs together.

But Ms. Morgan barked, "Christine, what am I always telling the girls in this class? How does a proper Alan bitch stand for inspection?"

Christine didn't say anything, but she reluctantly put her hands above her head. Then she slowly spread her legs one foot apart, then two, then even a bit more. Some wisps of her pussy hair could be seen by Alan and the rest of the class through the large space between her legs. Her breasts were so big that everyone could see a bit of those on each side, even though she still had her back to the class. The only thing she still wore were her shoes and socks.

Ms. Morgan whistled in appreciation while she continued to absentmindedly stroke Alan's slick and slippery penis with her other hand. The class hooted and hollered at Christine even more.

"Let's get this show on the road!" the older Heather complained. "We can't have every class be an hour-long Alan fuckfest. I do have to teach you all something at some point, you know." But her protests seemed to have no effect on anyone, as everyone knew that an hour-long Alan fuckfest was exactly what was going to happen.

The teacher bitched, "Now, before we all grow old and die, turn around and take your shoes and socks off already!"

Christine turned her head and looked at Ms. Morgan uncertainly. "Turn around?"

Alan was surprised to see that her face was still completely splattered with cum. It looked like four or five big cum loads slowly dripping down. But then he remembered what he had done and how much more there had been before she'd wiped so much off and licked it into her mouth. Long strands dangled off her chin, her cheeks, ears, hair - everywhere.

"You heard me."

At first, the class was dead silent and the only sound that could be heard was the teacher's hands sloshing all over Alan's well-lubricated penis.

But then Christine began to turn around. A great cheer and even more clapping rose up from the excited class.

Christine modestly kept one arm crossed over her tits and a hand over her bush. As she turned, she looked down bashfully, and that caused a seeming river of cum to pour off of her face and onto her chest.

But Ms. Morgan was impatient. She commanded, "Don't make me get the ruler!" Normally she would have gotten the ruler and slapped it down on the desk just because she loved to do that, but this time she hoped she wouldn't have to let go of Alan's penis to do so.

Christine quickly dropped her arms. Suddenly all of her frontal charms were on full display.

Alan took a good long look at her from head to toe, while his teacher continued to accentuate his enjoyment with her handjob as she stood next to him. Ms. Morgan had turned to the side, so she could keep Christine, Alan, and the class all in view at the same time.

Alan's eyes were torn between looking at Christine's pussy or her tits, but the urge to see her pussy won out. It was easy to see everything down there because she'd remembered to keep her legs far apart after turning around. He noticed a lot of glistening moisture there, though she wasn't copiously flowing like most of the women he knew. He found her bush interesting. It was a bit wild and untrimmed. Somehow he found that fitting, as if it was something she'd never expected to show anyone, ever.

Christine's tits were fantastic. She had them cradled in one of her arms, which caused them to push together and out. There was a puddle of cum that formed at the top of her cleavage even as more cum ran down into the dark depths between her busty mounds. She looked at the puddle and brought her free hand to it, as if to wipe herself clean. But instead, she dipped her fingers into the puddle and brought the fresh cum to her lips. As she stared at Alan in lust and shame, she licked her fingers dry.

The teacher asked her, "Where are your manners?"

She blushed as she whispered, "Thank you for the cum, Alan." Both hands were actually fairly drenched in cum from when she'd wiped her face off before, and she continued to lick each finger and then the palm of her hand. She mumbled to herself, "It's still warm! I can't believe it's so warm!"

Rather than reply to her, Alan simply reached out and hoisted up both of Christine's breasts with his two hands, as if he owned them. He was so close to her that he didn't need to step forward at all.

Heather smiled as she watched him play with Christine's large orbs. She now had two hands on Alan's penis, but neither hand stood any chance of reaching all the way around it. She longed to see Alan cover Christine with another massive load, so her fists fairly flew into a blur as she stroked him with abandon.

The class continued to cheer as Alan mauled Christine's bouncy fun bags within sight of everyone. There were many lewd catcalls, surprisingly, more from the girls than the few boys there. Alan thought he heard his sister's voice say, "Don't just play with 'em, fuck 'em already!"

Christine closed her eyes in shame again and gave the entire class the finger.

Alan thought, So at least she hadn't lost all of her feistiness. But it's kind of funny: her protests seem so ineffectual when her face is bathed in semen like that.

Christine looked up into Alan's eyes while he played with her tits. She moaned as she stared through narrow eyes with a intense lusty gaze, "Oh, Alan! I've been saving these things just for you. Everything, just for you! Please! Let me taste your cock again?"

Before Alan could respond, Ms. Morgan barked, "Christine, what did I say about taking your shoes off already?"

Christine immediately bent forward and down, forcing Alan to let go of her nipples, which he'd only just begun to pull on. This caused another torrent of cum to drip off her face and land all over her, from the tips of her jutting breasts down to her legs. Her hair very nearly scraped the floor when she remained bent over, untying her shoes.

But then Ms. Morgan said, "No, bring your feet up instead of hiding your best bits. We're not done inspecting you."

Christine's whole body trembled as she obeyed the teacher. While she hated the public humiliation, it also seemed to turn her on more than she could even comprehend. She brought one foot to her crotch and reached down a bit to get to the laces, which caused her big tits to sag and wobble delightfully. Luckily she'd fallen back to sit on the edge of the desk or she would have had great trouble keeping her balance.

While she did that, she took the opportunity to complain to the teacher and the class, "You know, this is so unfair! I do not understand why everyone acts like Alan owns the school. So his cum tastes fantastic and his penis down your throat tastes even better. Okay. Fine. I can see that now. But does that give him the right to fuck every female in sight completely bareback, from the principal to half the teachers, to most of the student body? He's got over two dozen girls pregnant at this school alone already, including both of his sisters. Heck, even the principal is carrying one of his babies, and why? Just because he doesn't like to wear a condom? I think you're all mad!"

Ms. Morgan replied, "That's what I said too, once. But don't worry. You'll understand as soon as he's done fucking you and has filled your virgin pussy with cum."

"This is ridiculous!" Christine griped. But nonetheless, as soon as she finished untying her second shoe, her eyes locked on Alan's swaying stiff pole and she hungered at the sight.

Ms. Morgan looked at Christine's old sneakers, now tossed on the floor, and said, "Now that you're one of Alan's bitches, you have certain standards to uphold. I expect to see you in five inch heels from now on, is that clear?"

Christine dropped her head and nodded sullenly.

Heather stood proudly before the class in her naked glory. She'd immediately latched back onto his penis. With her back to Alan now, she pretended to pay attention to the class while slowly bringing his penis toward her asshole. As anally fixated as ever, she hoped to slide it up her butt before Alan could get started with Christine.

Alan jumped forward, then turned his head around and scolded, "Naughty, naughty, Ms Morgan. You and your ass fixation. I think you need to go sit with the students for a while to remind you of your place around here."

She blanched. "But... naked? Whenever you do that to me, they get all grabby! I always end up having to suck off a cock or two, and you know how I detest that when it's not yours!"

He looked at her sternly. "Not my problem. I don't want to have to tell you twice."

She dropped her head and walked to the seat Christine had vacated. So many hands, mostly female, grabbed her all over that she was barely able to make it to the chair. She seemed truly disappointed and kept her attention focused on Alan.

With the teacher gone, Christine took advantage. Her hands flew to Alan's penis like they were magnetically attracted to it. It seemed like she was incapable of letting go long enough to hoist her big tits up and keep them up so he could slide his prick between them. But she started cocksucking the tip and that seemed to give her enough pleasure to reposition herself for titfucking.

Alan looked out over the class as he climbed up on the table. Chairs had generally been pulled together and most everyone had their hands in the laps of someone next to them. But with the exception of a few girls who had their faces in the lap of a boy, plus the one boy who now stood in front of Ms. Morgan with his penis down her throat, all eyes were aimed at the front of the class. He suspected that on other days the classes would erupt into full-blown orgies, but today interest was high to see Christine get fucked so people limited themselves sufficiently so they could still pay attention.

Alan settled himself onto Christine's stomach. His almost comically long penis grazed her lips. "So. You're finally ready to be my bitch, then?"

"Of course!" she answered as she flickered her tongue around his penis head. "I've been ready for ages! I'd been expecting that you'd just take me against my will like you've done for so many others. I'm so frustrated that I finally had to do it this way. When it comes to you, when a woman says 'no', it means 'yes'. 'Yes', 'no', 'maybe', it all means 'yes'! Look at your success with women. There is no 'no'! Take who you want, when you want, wherever you want. Above all, take me! Take me into your inner harem, please! Fuck my tits and face already! I can't wait until you cover me in sperm and knock me up, just like all the rest!"

Alan looked over at Ms. Morgan. He hadn't noticed any protrusion in her belly.

But she had heard Christine mention "knock me up" and could somehow sense that Alan was looking at her. She pushed the boy who was face fucking her away momentarily, and smiled endearingly at Alan. She rubbed her tummy and winked. All the while, hands from about four girls sitting nearby continued to roam all over her.

Alan was blown away by that, yet somehow he knew with complete certainly that he'd impregnated her. Then he looked out into the crowd again and noticed about five or six girls looking back at him, all of whom were ostentatiously rubbing their bellies, too. Katherine and Amy had the biggest bellies of anyone, and both his sisters winked at him. Apparently, in this dream world, incest was not a problem.

Holy fuck! Is this right? The answer came to him quickly. Obviously! Clearly I have the superior sperm in this world, so naturally I'm the only one allowed to get a woman pregnant in this school. That's how nature works with alpha males!

He looked back at Christine, who already had her hands on her boobs, pressing them in to make a nice tunnel. It was a good thing her boobs were so big, because one needed a lot of flesh to make a tunnel for such a huge shaft. She nibbled and licked his penis head, as well, though she didn't dare to try to swallow it all again. "Okay, Christine. You want my baby? Fine! But first I'm going to re-coat your face with a fresh new load!"

"Do it! I love it!"

He began to aggressively plow through her tit tunnel. But he took short strokes so she could keep most of his penis head inside her lips at the same time. He noticed that she didn't just hold her mammaries in place so he could slide through a tight fit, but she actively slid them back and forth to create even more pleasurable friction. Because her tits were so massive, it felt like he was fucking a twelve-inch deep vagina, except there was an actively cocksucking mouth at the other end of it.

God, she's good! Really good! I guess good things do come to those who wait. I think I'll make this a Christine day and do her in fourth period and sixth period, too! After all, she is going to be naked and dripping with cum all day. I'm going to dump load after load on her and in her, and order the others not to grope her too much between classes. She's my cum-covered bitch and she loves it!

Suddenly, Christine pulled back her mouth back and screamed, "Alan, I just came! Again! Fuck me forever! Forever!"

Just then, the bell rang. Alan was startled out of his fantasy.

He sat there for some long moments and tried to recapture where the daydream had left off. Oh, maaaaan! I was just really getting into the titfuck. Dang! And I wasn't even close to breaking her hymen. Rrrrgh!

He picked up his test and dropped it off at the teacher's desk, then walked out of the classroom.

Well, as fantasies go, that was an odd one. I've never been into the whole pregnancy fetish before, so where the heck did that come from? I hope that doesn't mean anything in real life! Oh, I know. Simone and her stupid joking. But what if it isn't joking and I really did put a bun in her oven today? I would be totally fucked. Man, I've been so lucky lately. I've got to start wearing condoms, even at home. Shucks.

I've never dreamed of having a bigger penis, either. I'm perfectly fine with my heavily complimented real equipment, so what was that all about? They don't even have ones that big in porn flicks.

Alan didn't make the connection, but his penis in the dream was only a little bit larger and wider than the eleven-inch black dildo he saw Simone put into Heather's ass before school.

And that may have looked like Christine, but she didn't act like the true Christine at all. This was like a blow up sex doll version without any of the spunk or fire that I like so much. And it was weird what Christine was saying to me. It was almost like my subconscious was speaking to me directly, through her. "There is no 'no'. Take who you want, when you want, wherever you want. Above all, take me!" ... Damn, she was hot! How could I possibly turn her down in real life?!

Hmmm. That's definitely my id talking. My greedy side. Where's the other side? Where's the responsible superego? Where has that been today? I think I need to empty a cum load into someone. Whenever I finish cumming, I tend to see things more sensibly. Right now, I've got a major problem because I'm on major boner sexual overdrive and I don't have any way to relieve myself. In fact, now I get to go sit through Glory's class while I still have all these bizarre teacher fantasies running through my head. Heather as a teacher? Ugh! Let's hope, for the sake of innocent children everywhere, that that never happens. Or Heather as a mother! That's so disturbing that I'm not even going to go there!

CHAPTER 17

As Alan walked down the hall on his way to Glory's history class, he felt a hand fall onto his forearm. He spun around and tried to defend himself, instantly assuming that the football players were out to hurt him again.

But he breathed a sigh of relief because it was only Christine. She'd jogged down the hall to get him; it looked like she was dealing with something very important and urgent. "Alan. I have someone you should meet."

Alan thought that was odd. He also found himself very embarrassed on the inside when he looked at the real flesh and blood Christine and thought about the over the top sexual fantasies he'd had about her only a few minutes earlier. As he stared, he could almost picture her naked, with his penis sliding through her cleavage. He stood dumbly, but he felt greatly ashamed for his fantasies. It was like a cold bucket of reality had been dumped on his head.

"Cat got your tongue?" Christine asked as she held him by the forearm and slightly tugged him. "Come on. Do you want to meet this person now or what?"

Alan came to. "Oh. Uh. Sure. Let's go."

He followed behind as Christine hurried down the hallway. While she'd worn a frumpy grey dress in his dreams, in reality she wore ordinary black slacks. He admired her legs, but more from what he remembered in the dream than what he could tell through her clothes. He thought to himself, Christine, would it kill you to wear shorts for once in your life? Outside of when you play sports or go running you seem to think there's some law against baring your legs. And I know from stolen glances here and there that they look great. In fact, I'll bet Christine's thighs are even stronger than Simone's! Man, I'd love to see these two in a cat fight! Whoa, take it easy, boy. Stop thinking about sex for like five minutes already! He stared at her slacks as if trying to burn a hole through them.

Christine turned back and asked, "What's with you today? You've been spacing all day." She had to have been oblivious to the staring he was just doing, unless she had eyes on the back of her head, and he guessed she was referred to all the other times he'd spaced out.

"I dunno. Not enough sleep today." He thought, Like I could ever tell her the truth: I dunno Christine, it could be that I can't stop thinking about fucking your tits. And popping your cherry. Oh, and in my dreams my mother seems to be selling 'Incest-O-Matic', whatever the heck that is, and I might have made Simone pregnant, and my sister thinks she's a cat, and I'm about to have a wild sex orgy poker party tonight, and I seem to be losing what's left of my moral bearings... Oh, and did I mention that I'm fucking my mother and my sister, and that I now have two of each? Basically, there's a lot on my mind! I don't think there's a single person who would believe what's happening in my life, even if I told them the full truth.

There wasn't much point in talking while they hustled down the hallway, so they were silent until suddenly Christine made a sharp turn and Alan found himself at the same stretch of empty hall he'd used to talk to Sean earlier. He didn't see anyone at first, but Christine led him to an alcove. A slightly mousy and bespectacled girl was stood there waiting for him.

Christine brought Alan right in front of the new girl. "Alan, Michelle. Michelle, Alan. Michelle helps me get the scoop on things at school. She's got something to tell you."

Alan had no idea what to expect, but after so much strangeness in his life, he was ready to roll with the punches. He assumed it would somehow involve sex, given everything else that was happening, but for once he was wrong about that.

Michelle started in, "Um, okay. I've got this brother. His name is Gary. He's on the football team. I'm not that close to him. He and I are really different. But we're still family. Anyway, I was really surprised today when he sees me in the hall and he's all super keen on talking to me in private. So we talk. ... Are you getting all this? You look a little out of it."

"No. I'm good. Please keep going. I'm very interested."

"Um, okay. He tells me that some of the other football players are planning something. Did I mention Gary is gay? He is. He doesn't mind telling anyone, even though he gets a lot of grief from all the homophobes around here. Anyway, they're planning to do something to you. And somehow they wanted Gary to do something sexual to you. I didn't really understand it all. He was very, very vague. I kind of even inferred that much. He definitely doesn't want to do whatever they're doing, even though he hates your guts-"

"Wait a minute. Why does he hate my guts?"

"Duh! Just about everybody hates your guts."

"Really? Why?"

Michelle turned to Christine, who still stood next to them and generally kept a lookout while listening in. "Boy, Christine, didn't you tell him anything?"

Christine answered while she stared down the hall, "As you can see by looking at his frazzled face, lately he often doesn't even know if he's coming or going, much less what some football player he's never met thinks of him."

Michelle looked at Alan curiously while he tried to wipe whatever expression he had off his face and replace it with a normal look. She continued, "Anyway, nobody thought much of you one way or another until you started to go out with Amy. Then people thought that was pretty impressive, since most everyone thought you were a virgin and many think she's the most attractive girl in school. Then Amy started telling everyone that you were a great lover and that you slept with pretty much anyone you wanted and she didn't care. A lot of people were really impressed with you for like five minutes, but that quickly turned to jealousy for most. Especially guys. The football players hate you in particular because they know that you sleep with Heather a lot and she used to sleep with at least half the team, and now all of a sudden she isn't anymore. So it's like twenty jealous boyfriends spurned, all out for revenge. Plus, everyone seems to think you have a ten-inch penis, even though it's really just a shade under eight. And a lot of guys are very jealous about that, too."

Alan looked at Christine. "How does she know all that? Especially that last part. That's very private!"

Christine gave a wry, conspiratorial smile. "She's good. But listen to the rest of her story."

Alan turned back to the mousy but not unattractive Michelle (between her dark glasses and her extremely baggy clothing, it was hard to tell what she really looked like). He realized that in making that "very private" comment, he all but confessed the true length of his penis. But it was too late to take that back. It's not a big deal if anyone knows, but I'm not being my usual sharp self today. Focus, man, focus!

Michelle said, "Um, okay. So Gary really doesn't want to take part in whatever plan this is. They're going to go ahead without him. Even though he hates you, he doesn't want their plan to succeed. I think they're going to do something else involving homosexuality and he worries it'll reflect badly on him. Most of those players are so homophobic it's not even funny, and he naturally doesn't want it to get any worse if they witness homosexual acts first hand."

"So he's going to help us stop them?" Alan asked hopefully.

"No. Not really. I'm sure he doesn't want his friends to think he's a snitch. I think he was trying to give me just enough information so I could do something to make sure the plan doesn't work, but not enough information to get his friends in trouble. I've saved his ass many times in the past and he thinks I can do it again."

"So wait. He knows you're talking to me?"

"No. He would probably be really angry at me if he knew about that. He was more coming to me for advice, trying to figure out how to get out of the jam he's in. He calls me a 'sharp cookie.' But he didn't really give me enough info for me to figure out what's going on. Does any of this make sense to you? Have you heard of some plot against you?"

"No. Well, in a general way I've known some of the guys on the team are out to get me. They've attacked me a couple of times, which I assume you know already, since you know so much. But I never thought they'd go to the extreme of wanting to do... well, whatever it is they're doing. I don't know. But it doesn't sound good at all! Did he tell you anything else?"

"Nope. That's it. He didn't even tell me that much. He was more like, 'I've got this problem. Some football players want to use me to help get back at Alan. I don't care a rat's ass about that freakish nerd, but I don't want to help in the way they want me to. What do I do?' Those were pretty much his exact words. I inferred most of the rest and added what I already knew about you and him and his friends."

"Wow. Thanks, Michelle. Thanks a lot. Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping me out so much?"

There was a long pause, but finally Michelle just smiled and said, "Nope. Just be cool and stay safe. Watch your back."

"Okay. I will. Thanks again!"

"No problem!" Michelle waved, adjusted her glasses, then trotted off.

Alan mumbled to Christine, "So that's one of your team of 'goody goodies,' eh?"

In his mind, some dialogue from his dream ran though his head. First, his cry: "I'm going to re-coat your face with a fresh new load!" And then Christine's reply: "Do it! I love it!" He wanted to crawl under a rock and die even as he failed to get the image of her face splattered with cum out of his mind. The sight of her mouth straining around his dream-enhanced extra-huge penis also seemed permanently burned into his brain, even though it never happened in real life. If she only knew I'm a complete sexually obsessed freak, she would run away from me as fast as her legs could carry her!

Christine visibly relaxed once Michelle was gone. She stayed where she was, looking down the hallway, but said to Alan, "I think we're okay. I didn't see a single person looking down the hallway."

"Well, if there could have been problems if someone saw me with Michelle, why didn't we meet in a safer location?"

"Because there's no time! Michelle is good at reading people, as you can tell. And she got the sense that something is going to happen really soon. Maybe even later today."

"Oh shit. What should I do?"

Christine looked Alan in the eyes. "I've noticed that the number of your male friends has fallen off to almost zero lately, and all of them are just fair weather friends except for Sean and maybe Peter. So I'm going to follow you around as much as I can. Get Amy and Katherine to help, too. Actually, it's much better to have females with you, because other guys they can punch. Girls they won't know what to do with. Hopefully they have some decency and the presence of a female may give them second thoughts. Plus, us girls are really good at screaming for help." She smiled as she added this last point.

Alan smiled in gratitude, but then the full meaning of everything she said hit him. "Wow, you don't pull your punches, do you? That's pretty harsh about my male friends."

"Hey, I call them as I see them," she replied with a shrug. "Don't you want me to be honest with you?"

Alan thought, I don't even want to begin to imagine how many new holes she'd tear into me if I told her about my titfucking fantasy. She may have a thing for me, but I'm sure her fantasies are nothing like mine! He thought sarcastically, Her fantasies probably have a little more of candles and moonlight and soft music, and a little less of titfucking on a desk in front of all your classmates. Another thought came to his mind and he asked, "Hey. If I remember right, don't you take martial arts classes a couple of times a week?"

She gave a bashful yet proud smile. "Yeah. I guess I do." Then, dramatically, she kicked the air a couple of times. It was a highly impressive display of martial arts prowess. One of her kicks was so high that it could have smashed the nose on Alan's face.

Alan imagined several very stunned football players falling to the ground, after those kicks. He was also impressed with the fierce passion with which she delivered the kicks, a passion that seemed to come out of nowhere and then disappeared just as quickly when the kicks were over.

Christine turned back to Alan and said with a casual smile, "Looks like you've got yourself a bodyguard."

"Looks like." He smiled back. "God, Christine, you're a total lifesaver. That may even become true in a very literal way, if I get attacked. You and your remarkably knowledgeable and perceptive friends! Amazing. 'We're good at screaming for help,' my ass! I want to know just one thing, though. How did Michelle know about my real penis size and just how widespread is that knowledge?"

"That was actually from the cheerleader named Kim. A bunch of girls were sitting around gossiping about your supposed ten-incher, and she said, 'No, it's not! It's only seven and seven-eighths inches.' That seemed curiously specific, and I understand she seemed embarrassed after the fact for letting that slip out, so one of my friends told me that and I filed it away in my head as being the probable truth. Statistically, it's much, much more likely. But most everyone still seems to believe the ten-incher rumor. As an aside, you do seem to have a lot of, how shall we say, intimate friends, don't you?"

Alan blushed. He was surprised at how often he'd blushed today. It just seemed to be one of those kinds of days. I knew she was notorious for speaking her mind, but I didn't realize that even extends to talking about penis sizes so freely. And my "intimate friends." Jesus! Talking to her is actually a bit scary because there's no telling what she might say next. AND it looks like she could totally physically kick my ass. I sure don't want to cross her!

He said, "Yeah. I guess I do. Thanks again. How can I repay you for your kindness?" He was so frazzled and busy thinking that he didn't even notice she had her hand over her mouth and was blushing profusely.

She had a bad habit of speaking first and only realizing the consequences of her words later. She could scarcely believe that she was actually talking to Alan about his penis size and eagerly leapt at Alan's changing of the subject. She shook her head dismissively while looking away. "Stop saying that. You ever hear of people just being nice because it's the right thing to do and because they care?"

"Unfortunately, not too often. But in your case, I could never doubt your sincerity. So what do we do now, chief?"

"You hurry to your next class. I hear you've been doing that a lot today, and not always successfully, I might add. When class is over, just linger in your classrooms for a minute or so, and I'll be there to escort you to the next one. I can't always make it, but when I can't we'll find you a substitute or two. Actually, Sean is fairly buff; he's almost as muscular and handsome as you. He'd make a good bodyguard, so you should get his help. Sorry if I harshed on your friends, by the way." She still tried to hide her face and her embarrassment.

Alan thought, She knows I was late to first period and that I was talking to people in the halls and barely making it to class on time. Just how much else does she know about me?! Could she even be aware of what I was doing to Heather and Simone before school? That "intimate friends" comment certainly implies a lot of knowledge, and she's got this whole friggin' "goody goody" spy network. Dang! That network could definitely be a double-edged sword for me. What if they overhear my loose-lipped sisters make some kind of incestuous comment to each other or to someone in-the-know like Kim, and word gets back to Christine? I don't even want to think about it.

He also made note of the way she dropped the "handsome" compliment in there. She's blunt and yet she can be subtle, too. I can't say I really understand her, but I sure would like to get to know her better. Making love to the real Christine would be infinitely more interesting than making love to the meek living sex doll version of Christine in my daydreams. Shame on me for ever thinking of her like that.

But Alan merely said to her, "No problem. Thanks. Again. Wow. You're great." Without even thinking, he gave her a hug. But just as unexpectedly, he pulled away.

Christine shot him a frustrated look that Alan interpreted to mean, Then why, Alan, don't you want to be my boyfriend?

Alan didn't know how to respond to that, so he and Christine wearily headed to Alan's next class. He had visions of getting gang raped by a bunch of football players who could leap out at him from the shadows at any moment. There was an attack coming, and there really was nothing anyone could do to stop it until it happened. It was almost worse to know a little than to know nothing at all. For the first time in his life, he was truly afraid.

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