Part 15: The Bitch Is Back (MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy) Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)
CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 4) On top of that, Alan had a good amount of homework
to do, especially since he'd been falling behind. So he doubted that
very much sexual activity would happen. He thought that if he could just
come close to his six times a day average, he'd be doing very well. On Friday he had another medical appointment with Akami.
Given how the latest one had gone, he was looking forward to more of
a fuck session than an appointment. His goal was to just endure and
survive the week. The time spent with Akami would hopefully be a fun sexual reward
at the end for all his efforts, assuming he wouldn't be too wiped out
to enjoy it. It's probably a good thing I don't remember it too
well because my desire is already almost more than I can bear. My pussy is so needy! But it
still isn't time. I have to remain in control of my emotions and not think from between my legs. For one
thing, I shouldn't screw up his tennis tournament. That wouldn't be fair.
Once he starts fucking me, he'll barely have the energy to even walk
onto the tennis court. I should wait at least until the weekend. As
soon as his tournament is over.... But damn! That hiking trip is coming up. If it's
not one thing it's another! When are we going to fuck?!
Alan was distracted in class, as usual, especially his history class with Glory. Now that he had more sexual experience he didn't just dream of seeing Glory naked - he very vividly imagined all kinds of sexual things they could be doing together. Occasionally he looked around the class and marveled in the fact that the other students weren't all staring at him, since he was practically drooling and cumming in his chair as he fantasized spending private time with his teacher. But the great thing was, as soon as class was over, his fantasies became reality. As usual, Glory was formally attired, with a business-like dress, fancy stockings, and lacy underwear. As soon as all the other students left, leaving Alan alone with Glory, she took her clothes off piece by piece, drawing it out to drive him wild. Alan was far from the best player on the tennis team, and knew he had no chance of winning the whole tournament. But he also figured, Glory knows I'm not a great player. I'll bet her definition of "victory" is pretty generous. As long as I still have a pulse when the tournament is over, she's gonna give me something good. Maybe she'll even let me fuck her. I sure could use some more fucking outlets, with all the frustration at home. To fuck Glory would be so heavenly! By the time he mumbled his approval, Glory's mouth was already around his prick, happily slurping away. As he generally did at home, he just stood there basking in the euphoria, rather than actively thrusting his hips or forcing her head back and forth. She didn't need any help or encouragement. She looked up after a short while and said, "Let's work on our blowjob teamwork. There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long. You can work on your control, and I'll work on how long my jaws can endure. Tell me when you're getting close, young man, because I don't want to see you shooting off early!" She said this in a stern voice, as if reminding him to complete a homework assignment. He thought, If only Sean or Peter could see me now. They both have her as a teacher and think she's hot. Heck, everyone thinks she's hot. What would they think if they heard her say, "There's nothing I'd like to do more than suck you off the whole lunch period long"? Of course they wouldn't believe it. I can scarcely believe it myself, even as I caress the back of her head and hear and feel her slurping and sucking. Who says women don't like giving blowjobs? Sure enough, she sucked him and stroked him for the whole lunch period. She didn't deep throat him per se since that felt so good that he couldn't last more than a minute or two without squirting, but she seemed hardly bothered by her gag reflex and often plunged down so deep that her nose tickled his pubic hair. After a while, her energy started to sag. They took brief breaks here and there, but even with those so such tongue work and jaw work was tiring. Alan remembered how much she got off on the idea of being naked in front of class, so he said to help revive her, "You know, I don't know if I'll be able to cum before class is over. Why don't I just stand behind the podium and you can keep on sucking me? I'll pretend to be a guest lecturer and you kneel inside the podium as much as you can." Glory liked that idea so much she insisted they practice it right away. She knelt with her back against the podium which kept her head below the top of it. The class, had there been one, actually would not have been able to see her there from their seats. However, if one stood at the door, there was no way to miss her. Alan rather rued coming up with the idea because Glory insisted that he pretend to be a guest lecturer and try to give a lecture on the European discovery of America. "Try" was the operative word. She redoubled her efforts to distract him so heavily that he couldn't think, much less talk at length about some obscure history subject. Most of Alan's lecture sounded something like this. "So Columbus, he, uh... he sailed to ocean blue in 1492. ... Um, and uh... Let's see... There were, uh, three ships... UGH! God, that's so good. The Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. ... He, uh, was trying to sail to India and calculated that uh, that uh... The um... JESUS! Glory, how do you expect me to last the whole lunch if you keep doing that? I'm only human, you know." It would have been a pretty pathetic lecture, but it was a great blowjob. The more Glory could make him stumble and lose his place, the happier she was. As if lecturing wasn't tough enough, Alan was also forced to stand the whole time. He ended up clutching the podium with a death grip, just struggling to remain standing. Her blowjobs were that good.
But as good as they were, Glory was holding back. She was watching the clock and when she deemed it was time for Alan to cum, she went into overdrive. grasping his balls and flying forward and back over his shaft until it seemed to Alan like a her head was a blur from moving so quickly.
Alan fell to his knees and slumped against the podium, still clutching on to what he could so he didn't fall all the way to the floor. It was like the heavens opened up and a choir of angels sang when he finally reached orgasm and pumped his load into his teacher's mouth.
Then followed what was becoming a post-orgasmic ritual. Alan could do little more than melt into the floor he was so overcome and rubber kneed. Glory, though, grabbed a can of air freshener and tried to cover up the smell of their deeds. Her hair was particularly tossled from the rapid fire style near the end, so she took some time brushing her hair until she looked semi-normal. She wore lipstick every day (which tended to leave red rings around Alan's penis), so she was always careful to apply a fresh coat of lipstick.
By this time, Alan had more or less revived. Glory would examine him and fuss over his clothes and hair until he was presentable, and send him on his way. It seemed she always perfectly timed it so he left just a minute or two before the first students started coming in for fifth period. Oftentimes he would linger in the hall and watch for the others to arrive to see just how much time they had to spare.
Alan ended up playing tennis the entire sixth period hour, and then another
hour and a half on top of it. There were sixteen players on the team,
so he had five days to play the other fifteen players.
CHAPTER 2 When the games were over, Alan rushed off to Kim's house
directly and showered there. His energy problem was the same as it always
was and he really wanted to nap, but he figured he could work in an
hour or two of sex and then take a late nap at home before dinner. That's
exactly what he did. He told Kim and Katherine while he sat naked on Kim's bed, drying his head with a towel, "I've been reading some books on sex,
and last time I was too excited to use what I learned. Now I want to
try this stuff out. There's a book that goes on about how awesome tender,
slow love is. So that's what I'd like to try. Did you know a woman is
supposed to have seventeen different erogenous zones?" Katherine immediately hopped up onto the bed and lay down. Alan resumed his train of thought about erogenous zones even as he smiled and he pressed himself down onto his sister. "Seventeen zones, Sis. Seventeen." "No way!" "Yeah way." He pushed his penis straight in. "You're
going to find out. There's the back of the knees, the earlobes, the
armpits..." With the second fuck, Alan had time to try out his book learning of the seventeen zones. Sure enough, Katherine discovered erogenous zones she didn't even knew she had, like the sole of her foot. She really got into having her toes sucked, and she also had a sensitive neck and ears. Alan made a note to focus on her toes especially a lot more in the future. While he waited for his penis to recover, he put his fingers in her pussy and played around inside. Even though she was somewhat sore from the just concluded fuck, she wanted more. He said, "Speaking of zones, let's not forget the best spot of all. Your G-spot. Right here." He knew it pretty well on his sister from previous sessions, and had no trouble locating it this time. "I'm gonna get to know this spot so well. I'm going to be a God damned G-spot-ologist." She purred and moaned. She was in seventh heaven. Suddenly he remembered that Kim was in the room, masturbating
just a couple feet away from them. He belatedly added, "No offense,
Kim. I think you're very pretty too. But you have to understand that
my feelings for my sister are different." Alan smiled a wry smile, because Kim forgot both he
and his sister were adopted. "Not just ready," Katherine corrected. "I live for it! I suck on pens and pencils all day long at school, just dreaming about you filling my mouth or pussy." "I stand corrected," he said, amused. "But my point is, not only are you the ultimate fuck, but you're also the kindest, most loving girl. You always make this brother so happy, way before our sex even started, just by being you." Both of them shed a few tears of happiness even as they continued their gentle foreplay. Alan was still toying with her G-spot. Kim still gave them their space but played with herself more or less non-stop. She was ardently wishing that she had a sibling. CHAPTER 3 But Alan was a
gentleman and he didn't neglect Kim. He spent the next half hour after
that giving the younger cheerleader a slow, exploratory fuck. Just as
with Katherine, he made sure to stimulate every single one of the seventeen
zones the book described. Alan also remembered his mother's advice from the night before: Force her to do what you want. Bend her to your will. He had a hard time treating his sister gruffly or any different than he normally treated her. But since he didn't know Kim that well and she seemed so amenable to just about anything, he practiced a new style on her. Alan was normally a very polite guy. But now he tried just doing what he wanted, and screw politeness. To his surprise he found that Kim, if anything, liked his aggressive sexual manner even better than his polite one. She grew noticeably excited from him merely telling her what to do with her body. It excited him, too. He told her: "Pull your leg up to your chest," or "Suck my balls," or "Lick the ass of my little supermodel sister," and so on, and Kim would do it without question. Before long it seemed she waited expectantly for more orders from him or his sister, as she preferred being told what to do. He thought back to when he and Katherine were worried that Kim
would blackmail Katherine into being a sex slave. It was obvious now
that that wasn't in her nature and she was a submissive type. Mostly Katherine and Alan practiced stimulating Kim's lesser-known erogenous zones. Kim was so overcome
with pleasure she felt like she would die. It seemed as if she was in
a sauna where the temperature went up and up until she couldn't breathe. Katherine and Kim nodded enthusiastically.
"Right. Good. Well, even though the three of us
have been getting to know each other pretty well, there's one thing
we haven't done that I'd really like done now. Namely, I've never had
two women suck me off at the same time, and I want you two to be the
first." Well, I'm sorry Kim, but you have
to realize that you're the second fiddle here. Alan is MY brother. With
the modest size of your tits and the slimness of your hips, you're lucky
he fucks you at all. Alan fucks only the best! He says that I'm centerfold material, and I have to constantly prove that's so. As soon as he isn't around,
I'm going to have to make it clear to you that you can't upstage me.
I'm having enough trouble competing with all the giant jugs at home - I don't need to compete
here as well. The younger girl immediately backed off. She mostly
retreated to the base of Alan's penis, leaving Katherine with the top
half where she could deliver more pleasure. Katherine took full advantage,
and soon was alternating between licking and sucking his penis head.
Alan lay back on the bed, enjoying things, while he played with a different
girl's tit with each hand. Katherine was encouraged by Kim's continued deference
to Katherine's position at the top of Alan's penis. Instead of bickering,
we should work together to give Alan the best blowjob he's ever had.
Kim was now looking up at Katherine. Go to his balls. Suck his
balls.
Katherine motioned downwards with her eyes, and Kim
lowered herself until she reached Alan's balls. She started sucking
on one of his ball sacks, and Katherine gave an approving nod.
Good. Later I'm not only going to have to talk to
you about your proper place, but we're also going to have to work out
a nonverbal communication system so we can act as one to please him.
He's spent so much time giving us orgasms today, but Kim is right. It's
us who should put HIS needs first. The more we pleasure him, the more
he pleasures us. As good as this is, just imagine if this was Susan and Katherine! My sister and mother sucking me off together. I never would have imagined that in a million years and now I'm sure it'll happen someday. Or Susan and Suzanne! What a combo that would be. Or Suzanne and Katherine. Or Amy with any of the above. Especially with Suzanne's extra long tongue. Or, hell, throw in Glory with anyone. She sucks some serious
cock. Glory and Suzanne! Fuck! The two most talented tongues at once.
I think I'd die of pure joy with that combo. But this right here is
pretty fucking awesome. We're going to have to do this every time from
now on. Alan could well imagine what was going between their
cum-filled mouths, and the thought nearly got him hard again. But he
was tired, and didn't stir from his restful pose. Katherine was feeling highly sexed lately, and if she
could only be with Alan a couple of times a week for the time being,
she consoled herself by mutually getting off with Amy. Susan assumed the two girls were spending their time
in the bathroom doing "girl stuff" with makeup and what not,
so with the doors locked they didn't have to worry about being found
out. But cries of ecstasy could give the game away, so they were careful to climax very quietly. Alan was able to see more clearly as his eyes adjusted to waking. She's masturbating, certainly. No surprise there, though I wish I could watch it more often. Susan was groping a tit with one hand, and had the other hand down the front of her panties. It didn't take a genius to know what her fingers were doing down there. He continued thinking, But what is she masturbating to? She is looking at the computer screen.
My screen. I hope she isn't looking at my porn collection. That's kind
of embarrassing, even if we did buy some of it together once. I've got
all kinds of incestuous stories on there lately. Wow, that's kind of freaky. She is getting off on pictures of me in a baseball uniform from when I was fourteen years old! Did she have the hots for me then? No. Impossible. I guess she just likes a good picture of me. Susan clicked through several other pictures from a
folder Alan had of some of his favorite digital pictures through the
years. She lingered on the ones of him and especially on the ones of
him and her together. Then she gave up looking at the screen altogether
as she drew closer towards a climax. Alan could feel her weight shifting on the bed, until
he sensed she was between his legs. And then, finally, incredibly, he
felt her hands on his penis. He heard another whisper: "So hard.
Always hard. Always. Hard and big." Then he felt her sink her mouth
around his penis.
She didn't do anything more - she had the penis pointing
up with her face at the tip so she could look out over his stomach and
watch out for any movement from his face. Clearly she wanted to make
sure he was awake before beginning to suck in earnest, just in case
he woke with a sudden jerk or yell. She chuckled through her penis-stuffed mouth. She was
very proud of her growing cocksucking skills.
"Can I look forward to plenty of abnormality checks
today?" Then she stuck it back in, and redoubled her efforts.
It was as if it was a torture for her to keep the penis out of her mouth
to say so many words, and she tried to make up for the lost time. Her
hands meanwhile clawed at his hips and stomach as if she were desperately
trying to save herself from drowning. Once again, she insistently moaned,
"mmmm.... mmmm.... MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!" Susan was very happy though, and shook all over with numerous orgasms of her own. Alan gave her an especially big load; it was more than she could swallow. What she didn't gobble up she rubbed into her skin like
it was facial cream. As she did, she complained, "We're just so wicked." But she couldn't stop smiling.
When she was done and they calmed down a bit, she said,
"Thank you. Mommy thanks you so much for your big load of yummy
sperm." "Sperm?" He knew that wasn't the technically
correct word since sperm was something in semen, but somehow it sounded better than semen, especially the way she said it, as if it was almost too naughty a word to contemplate.
"Yes. Sperm. Spunk. Semen. Jism. Mommy loves it.
So don't thank her for enjoying it. That's like giving someone a big
bag of money and thanking them for taking it off your hands. Mommy thanks
you for sharing it. She doesn't care what it's called as long as it's
exploding all over inside her throat. But enough talk. It's also Mommy's
duty to clean you off when she spills your precious seed like this.
Every drop is precious. Excuse me while Mommy licks your cock clean."
Sure enough, she thoroughly licked his crotch completely
dry (not that there was much of a mess there to begin with, since most
of the cum had landed in her mouth). He could see that her panties were literally dripping like water coming off of a completely drenched towel. She grabbed her boobs with both hands and played with
her nipples. "Are you sure you don't want to play with Mommy a
little more? She likes to play with her son, especially his cock. Isn't
it so delightfully naughty to have Mommy be your little cocksucker?" He ran his hands up and down her arms slowly, and then
around her shoulders. Then his hands migrated down to her tits. But
to his surprise her hands reached out and grabbed his before he could
reach her shapely globes. She walked over next to him before his window, still wearing nothing but panties, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Now Tiger, remember: when you go down to breakfast, our Angel will be there, so we have to go back to normal. I unfortunately can't wear clothes as sexy as I'd like, or I'd probably just plain cook breakfast naked, which would be even better. But we have to have boundaries. There's a time for play, and a time for work. Now's the time for work. But if at any point you find your massive penis is throbbing and straining and you just can't stand it, just 'get my attention,' if you know what I mean. You know how to do that." She added under her breath but just loud enough for Alan to hear, "Oh God, do you know how to do that!" She sighed with deep pleasure, "That's right.
Fondle my ass. Just like that. Then I'll know your penis needs relief,
and you and I will go somewhere for some privacy so I can take care
of it. I hope you fondle it a lot today. Your mommy is going to need
kneepads because she's going to be on her knees all day long, sucking
your cock into oblivion of pure ecstasy. But now we should get a move
on. There is that thing called school. Seven hours where I have to go
without you." The two of them stared out of Alan's window
at the new day, instead of at each other.
"Hey, Mom," Alan eventually
said, "I wonder. Do you think anyone can see us from here?"
Alan's room was on the second floor, but
it looked out over the street. They had a big front yard however, so
it was quite a long way past some trees and a fence before one reached
the sidewalk. She
said confidently, "No. We don't really know too many of our immediate
neighbors anyway. If anyone did see, they'd probably just think you're
some guy with his girlfriend." He heard her gasp.
He continued, "You're so young looking
that you could practically pass as a high school student. The only problem
is that you're too gorgeous. You're much too amazingly, fuckably, fantabulously gorgeous
to belong in our high school. You'd cause a riot everywhere you go. Otherwise, I'd say you should come with
me to school today. I'd be proud to introduce you to all my friends
as my super hot girlfriend. They would positively melt with jealousy
and lust."
She rubbed her legs together even more. What a great son! What a great life! Squishy squishy squish. She would have liked to fall onto her bed and masturbate the morning away, dreaming of more cocksucking (to dream of anything more intimate was too scary for her). But she was needed in the kitchen, so she threw on some ordinary clothes. However, she purposely didn't clean her thighs off. She actually purposedly dressed in a bland manner to see what Alan would do about it. To her glee, even though Katherine was sitting right there, he said, "Mom, you disappoint me. Don't you want to help with some visual stimulation?" "Yes, normally, but I assume you're not going to need to get hard again before school." She was prodding him to be more aggressive. "You can't assume that." "Well, I'll remember that for next time." "Mom, I want you to put on something sexy this morning. Not tomorrow." "Oh dear. That sounds like an order. Is that an order?" "No. Not an order. An urgent suggestion." "Well, you're going to have to do better than that." She longed to be ordered what to wear. Alan, though, had a deep mental resistance to ordering his mother around. It seemed like it wasn't a respectful thing to do and he always wanted to respect her. All he could say was, "Please. I'd really appreciate it." "Okay. Tomorrow I'll wear something real nice." "MoooOOOOoooom! Today is a Tuesday. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" She thought, Grrr! He's really hitting below the belt. How am I supposed to resist that? But she just said vaguely, "It means everything to me, dear. Tuesdays are so special. Don't you agree?" "Then can't you change?" Katherine finally butted in. "Mom, Alan wants you to go change right now and that's an order. Geez!" Susan immediately stopped what she was doing in the kitchen and hurried towards the stairs. "if you insist, Angel." At least on a subconscious level, she wanted Alan to see how compliant she could be if only he was firmer with her. She went back to her bedroom and changed into a sexy nightgown and spent the rest of the morning dressed like that. All the while, she was careful not to clean up her inner thighs. The whole time she cooked
breakfast, her juices continued to roll down her legs and drip onto
the floor. She loved it, even though she was too shy to let the others see her wetness. In fact, her whole face smelled like his
cum. She wasn't too big on washing her face after getting a facial,
either. She dreamed that she could soak in a pool his cum, gulping it
down her throat by the glassful. She also loved cleaning Alan's bed sheets, something she did every day now that there were so many wet stains to get cleaned. She would always inhale the smell of the wet patches as long as she could - it was a way to have Alan at home even while he was at school. On particularly sexually promising days like Tuesdays, sometimes he was dying of anticipation to hurry home, other times he was deeply content. For most of the day he was deeply content, until the time to be going home drew nearer. He played another couple hours of his
tennis round robin, but by then he really wanted to hurry home. He knew
his mother was waiting with her eager hands and warm mouth. He was so
keen on getting home that he tore through his opponents and won all
three matches. He was done before anyone else, less than an hour after
school had finished. She let the answer machine take all the messages so reality wouldn't have to intrude. But she did have one appointment she couldn't miss. So she went shopping and ran a few errands for an hour or two. When she got back she thought she could have a "normal" day until Alan got back. But the idea of him coming home got her so excited that she was naked and fucking herself within five minutes of getting back home. By the time Alan got home, her pussy was
sore and her hands were exhausted. But all that was just a prelude for
what she hoped would be an afternoon filled with cocksucking. She felt like the
first Tuesday she'd sucked and stroked Alan - she barely had any restraints
on her behavior, but she loved it. She hoped he would have the self-control
needed for the both of them. She rubbed her hands all over herself
as she blew him off, and even fingered her pussy some. She did that
as much as she thought she could get away with without Alan noticing,
since she was trying to pretend that she was in control of her desires
and doing this just for his benefit. At first there were just a few light
passes with her hand, but by the end she threw caution to the
wind and rubbed herself openly. The whole thing was quick. Susan wanted
his cum, and fast. About the only "productive"
thing Susan did since coming home from her shopping trip was reading
bits and pieces of the sex books. Of course, that led to more masturbating as
she started thinking about doing all the things shown in the books,
and she didn't even manage to read very much. Alan privately rolled his eyes at the contradictions in her logic, but he was happy nonetheless at what she wanted to do. If she wanted to do nothing but suck his penis all the time, he was happy to go along with that, at least for a while, until he could push for more. CHAPTER 6 While he was sleeping, the doorbell at
the front of house rang and Susan went to see who it was. Guests were
so rare and unexpected lately that she had to quickly change from her
robe into some more respectable clothes grabbed from the underwear cabinet. Susan was momentarily shocked at the way
Heather was dressed: tight short shorts and a white top so small that
it was left to the bra underneath to cover up some of her boobs. But
then Susan remembered that this was how Heather dressed all the time.
The cheerleader was locally famous for her looks and the way she flaunted
them. Susan suppressed a heavy sigh and screwed
on a smiling face. "Oh. Okay. Come on in. Would you like something
to drink or eat?" She led Heather into the interior of
the house. My God, the possibilities for Heather
finding out that I'm committing incest are endless! For instance, what
if she came to the house an hour earlier, when Mom was giving me a blowjob? It's total luck that I at least somewhat aired out the room and
the whole place doesn't smell like an ocean of cum. Oh my God! She could
even look at the orgasm chart on the back of my door! We can't have
strangers in this house. I've got to get her out, and fast! Her legs began twitching and she started
to writhe on the floor, as if she wasn't in possession of her body and the itch had taken control. Alan wanted to turn away again, but
he stared, completely transfixed. She kicked her legs up in the air, and
then pulled them back over her head and presented her pussy to Alan
in the ultimate position of supplication. She stopped moaning and writhing
long enough to steal a glance at Alan and see if her performance was
working. One look at his crotch showed there was no doubt his penis was excited, but still he sat immobile in his chair. "And one more thing. You
have to do anything sexually that I want, at any time." As he fucked, he confirmed, "So you'll really let me fuck you any time and any where?" "Yes!" "And what about the fact that I'm a nerd?" "You're no nerd. No nerd fucks this good. I want your cock, no, I NEED it!" He thought out loud, "I guess that makes you a total slut." "Yes! Yes, I am!" That answer really surprised Alan, because he didn't realize he was saying his thought out loud. Furthermore, he would have expected her to slap him or worse. But she just seemed aroused by it, and thrust her hips back with greater vigor. Suddenly all the details of the first time he'd fucked her came flooding back: he'd called her a "cunt hole," and "sleazy bitch," and more, and she loved it. He thought, Dang, I'm doing it again. I never say anything rude to anyone, but with Heather the nasty names just flow so freely from my lips. He tested to confirm, "So you're a slut. A hussy. A skanky bitch." He thought he'd gone too far with the last name, but she yelled even louder, "YES! God, YES!" He realized it would be good to curse at her like he did last time. He had no problem conjuring up the right mood to do so, since he was still angry at her sneaky intrusion into his house and his room. He growled, "Shut up, you noisy bitch! I mean it!" Heather responded by going totally wild on him. She kissed him desperately and her hands flew all over him, while she thrust her hips up at him so forcefully that she literally lifted him off the floor. It was as if she was on fire and in a complete panic to put it out, but the only way was for both of them to cum. Alan couldn't take much of that unexpected and overwhelming treatment, and came a minute or two later. Both of them came in simultaneous, intense orgasms. But Alan noticed that Heather hardly made a peep, in spite of everything. It seemed she suddenly took his command to stay quiet very seriously. The rocking music seemed to eliminate any need for words. Alan simply sat up on his bed and motioned for Heather to sit between his legs. She quickly did, and he fucked her tits. For some reason he liked fucking Heather's tits a lot, almost more than fucking her pussy. Perhaps it was because they were so big, though his standards had changed so much lately that she wasn't extraordinary in that regard. Perhaps it was because he disliked her power hungry ways and liked taking her down a notch by putting her in the most subservient of positions. When she presented her chest to him and
pushed her tits together for him to fuck her cleavage, it was almost
as if she wanted to give pleasure and please someone other than herself. But
she was just getting him warmed up so he'd want to fuck her pussy again.
However, he was still angry at her intrusion and demanding ways and didn't want to give her that satisfaction. He just kept titfucking her instead. Alan was now sitting on Heather's chest with his penis between her tits. Both of them were close to more great climaxes. But Heather replied very calmly, "Oh yes, Mrs. Plummer. Very hard! You should see just how hard it is!" She chuckled, doubly amused by Alan's alarm. Susan said through the door, "Do you two serious study partners want a snack? Something to eat or drink?" Alan said, "No thanks. We're good." But to Alan's mortification, Heather replied, "I have something to nibble on right here," and bent her head down and licked at Alan's penis head. Alan imagined his mother somehow seeing, perhaps by looking through the keyhole. To his greater horror, Heather added, "But a snack downstairs sounds good. We could use a break; I think we've been letting things slide these last few minutes." She strongly emphasized the word "slide," causing Alan to gasp. "Don't you agree, Alan?" But Alan needn't have worried about his mother understanding the double meanings. Susan still radiated a natural innocence, despite her recent love of incestuous cocksucking, and Heather picked up on the fact that she could verbally play with Susan's naïve nature. Alan was working up towards a second climax but still hadn't reached it. Nonetheless, Heather insisted they go downstairs immediately. He suspected she did that just to push his buttons, and he resented it. They hurriedly made themselves presentable and headed to the kitchen for a snack. Alan was at least gratified that he was able to linger in his room after Heather left first, and he used a few precious seconds there to take the orgasm chart down and put it in a safe place. Heather had very much enjoyed the blatant innuendo with Alan the last time she saw him at the beach. The fact that she said such things in front of his oblivious friends made it that much more devilishly enjoyable. She hoped to repeat that experience, and then some. Alan nearly choked, he was so appalled by her blatant innuendo. But Heather said it in a very deadpan style, and Susan didn't suspect at thing. At least, not yet - Alan correctly feared Heather was just getting warmed up. Alan noticed that Heather was subtly pressing a
finger into one of her nipples, just in case he'd missed the meaning
of her "important points" comment. Again, Susan didn't
notice a thing. She asked, "So this isn't the first time you've studied with
Alan? I don't remember you coming here to study before." Susan replied, "Obviously! No need to tell me that." "True, but not just over here. Alan's cum at my house before." "You mean 'came TO your house,'" the still clueless Susan corrected. "Right. We've done it over at my
house. In my bedroom. It's a good environment for the thrusting and
the quenching and plowing and whatnot, to continue the themes I'm discussing. I hope to do
it with Alan a lot more in the future. I think maybe it would be better
if we do it in school, like the library. What do you think about that
Alan, would you like to do it in the library?" Susan lacked certain skills, such as an ability to make many jokes and an ability to pick up subtle comments unless she was looking for them. She'd lived such a sheltered life that she didn't know much sexual slang, like boner or beaver (though she was rapidly learning). But in fact even Susan came close to suspecting something was up with the way Heather was talking. After they left, she thought, "I'm really impressed with his tool." I wonder what she meant by that. Sounds vaguely sexual. Naaah.... Maybe she meant his computer? But I wonder. Could he and her...? Naaah. Alan says he doesn't have a girlfriend. And nobody has THAT much luck with women. She's the head cheerleader and future homecoming queen, for Pete's sake. At least she makes him really excited to study. I sure hope they'll study together more often. Finally, something to get Alan's mind off of sex and back onto the books! ... She sure does have a strange way of talking though. I guess I just don't understand teenager lingo these days. CHAPTER 8 Alan was really mad at Heather for her dangerous innuendo. He slammed the door to his room behind him and glared at her. "I suppose you think you're pretty funny." She sat on the edge of his bed and began undressing. "Yep. I do. Your mother is a total hoot. Now get over here and let's do some more quenching and thrusting and plowing to reiterate some of our themes." Alan was so mad that he wanted to punch Heather, and he'd never wanted to punch a female in his life. Smoke practically steamed out of his ears as he clenched his fists. "Heather, I love my mother, and you made her look like a total fool, not a hoot! Not only that, but you recklessly toyed with me. It was as if you were trying to get her to figure out what we were doing!" "So what if I was? What's she going to do, ground you?" Heather added quite sarcastically, "Oooh noooo!" By now she was undressed. She kicked her legs up in the air and said, "What are you going to do about it? Why don't you teach me a lesson with a really nasty fuck? Let it all out!" She lay back on the bed, ready for a solid nailing. Alan yelled, "Maybe I will!" and yanked his shorts off. He was still hard and in fact had stayed frustratingly erect ever since the aborted titfuck. He stepped towards her, but then the thought struck him, That's exactly what she wants! He stopped just out of her reach and said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'll bet you got me mad on purpose, so I can fuck you more aggressively. Sorry, you fuckwad, I'm not going to play your game! Get dressed and get out!" Heather sat up, shocked. "You're not serious. You would turn down this body?" She swept a hand down her side, as if modeling herself like a new model car. "Heather, get over your body, already! My mother is twice the looker you are, and I could name a lot of other women who blow you away. You don't impress me. You disgust me! I'm a peaceful man, but you make my skin crawl! Get out of here before I do something drastic!" Heather was flabbergasted. She'd used these kinds of tricks on other men and they always worked. Lust always overwhelmed anger and led to some really passionate fucking. But Alan just stood there, unmoved, and in fact seemed about to pop a vein. She didn't know what to do. But then Alan said, "Wait a minute. There is one sex act I know you hate: cocksucking! Get down on your knees, bitch, because I'm going to fuck your face!" Heather spilled over the edge of the bed, awed by his unexpected anger and passion. But at the same time, he retained some self-control. He walked over to the stereo and put the Elastica album on again, much louder this time, to make sure their sexual noises would be drowned out. Then he walked forward until his penis pushed far into Heather's mouth. He said in a low, menacing growl, "This is what happens to insolent bitches. Choke on my rod, you street gutter whore! You're lower than a fucking crack 'ho and I'm your pimp! I own you! You got that?" Alan was slamming his meat hard into her mouth, thrusting until her nose brushed against his pubic hair. He didn't care if he went too deep; in fact, he rather hoped she gagged. But she managed to take it all and even nod to his comments. Alan raved, "That's right, you're a whore, and you work for me! Tomorrow I'm going to start working your ass! I think I'll start loaning you out to the other students and teachers for $100 a fuck! What do you think about that? Or would you rather walk the streets in some dingy red right district so your parents won't know about your new career? Huh? Tell me!" He shoved his penis back into her mouth and let out a hearty laugh. "Ha! Oh, ha-ha-ha! I can't believe it! You think I'm serious, don't you? You really ARE a natural whore! Sorry to disappoint you, but you'll have to whore yourself out! I don't deal with lowlife scum like you!" The words were coming slower and more difficult for Alan as he was getting more excited, so he stopped talking and just focused on thrusting his hips into her face. He felt nearly mad with power. He was using and abusing Heather, and he loved it. What's more, he looked down and saw her hands flying all over her own crotch - clearly, she loved too. The fact that she believed and agreed to what he was saying only made him more invigorated with power. It was all too much for Alan to take. As he felt a climax coming on, he suddenly stopped and pulled out. He staggered away and sat down. Shit! Fuck! What's wrong with me! It's like an evil spirit has overtaken me! I have to regain control! I'm practically choking her to death, and she's loving it! It's wrong! Wrong! Heather had no idea why he stopped or what was going on in his head, but she was too far gone to care. She masturbated herself frantically until she got herself off, several times in quick succession. Only then did she stop and really look at Alan, now calmer and looking at her from where he sat a short distance away. He said, "There's just no way to win with you, is there? You said you don't enjoy blow jobs, and I believe you, but you were clearly getting way excited by the way I was treating you. That was supposed to be a punishment. Fuuucck." He sighed heavily. She was still too confused by him and breathless to respond, and just panted, crumpled in a naked ball by the side of his bed. His talk about turning her into a whore just confused her more. She was already scoffing at the idea, but in the heat of the moment it had struck her as a great plan. That disturbed even her. It wasn't the idea of being a whore that appealed to her, it was that she would be doing it for Alan. That disturbed her, too. He said, "This is how it's going to work. You will never, EVER come back to my house. Period. I WILL fuck you now, because I've got to unload this huge load building up in me. I'm sorry if you get any pleasure from it; I guess that can't be helped. Obviously you like the way I fuck. If you EVER cross me or annoy me again, I will NEVER fuck you again. Period. Is that clear?" "Yes. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry for everything, and especially for treating your mother that way. I'll never do it again. I promise." "You say that now, but I don't think you're capable of really being sorry, you selfish bitch. Oops, there I go again with the insults. I'm not going to give your twisted mind the satisfaction of any more. Get on the bed. I going to fuck you now, quietly and slowly. Psychology or reverse psychology doesn't seem to work on you too well, but anyways, I'm hoping that's the way you like it least." So Alan lay on top of Heather and the two of them made love. What was strange was that it really was more appropriate to call it making love than fucking, because now Heather was all tenderness and gentle caresses. Alan was surprised, and so was she, but both of them just went with it. They ended up with a greater mutual climax than any they'd shared before, because all the passion and emotion that had been building up was still there, but it just came out in a different way. Eventually, the two of them regained full consciousness but they stayed in a close embrace, just breathing.
Alan was surprised because he felt real tenderness coming
from a girl he thought was completely incapable of such a thing. But Alan was right that his attempts at reverse psychology just seemed to backfire. Heather was far from chastised and in fact had never enjoyed herself more. It was many times more pleasurable for her than being with any other guy, because the more frightened and/or angry Alan got, the hornier she got. Plus, the more reluctant Alan was, the more she wanted him. She could hardly wait to be with him again. She even began to wonder if she could figure out a scheme to make Alan her real boyfriend. She knew it had to be some kind of trick or scheme, because Alan clearly didn't feel the same way. She knew he had little more than hate and contempt for her as a person, even if he loved fucking her body. Heather left a short time later. Alan was so exhausted that he asked her to let herself out. She came downstairs and ran into Susan again. The kindly mother asked, "So did you get a lot done?" Heather quietly chuckled to herself. Suddenly she was no longer chastened, and the usual Heather resurfaced. She smirked. "Oh yeah. We plowed right through everything. Tell Alan thanks for having me. We had a ball." Susan smiled and waved benignly from the
front porch as a snickering Heather walked away. So once he regained some energy he went downstairs and apologized to her for having Heather over. He said he would be back
down after tying up some loose ends with his homework and then returned
to his room. She pretended to be surprised as his hands began wandering over her ass, but nothing
could be farther from the truth. She'd been wearing an apron and shorts,
and nothing else. The shorts were oversized and adjusted to come off
at the slightest touch, which is exactly what happened as soon as he
touched her ass.
Alan could gather the gist of that.
His momentary apprehension based on her convincingly worried facial
expression turned to glee, and he roamed his hands up her thighs and all over her ass cheeks. He loved to palm them with both hands.
"How's this?" he asked, as
his fingers spread as wide as they could go. A couple of apron strings
dangled in his way, but he pushed them aside.
"Good. I wouldn't want someone
to see my naked butt now that my shorts fell down. How did that happen?"
She pretended cluelessness, and they both giggled.
"But Mom," he mock complained.
"I can't cover it all at once." He moved his hands everywhere
at once at if trying to cover it all up.
"Do you best, dear," she cooed.
"Cover my most private regions with your strong and manly hands." She was in heaven now - her whole butt tingled and shivers shot up her
spine.
"Well, I guess it's most important
to cover up your ass crack, don't you think?" He aggressively speared
a finger into her anus.
"Ooh! That's good! Ow! Only, I'm worried. I've been so worried all afternoon!" "Why?" "It's your penis. How is it doing? I've been so worried about it and you, stuck with that hot cheerleader cocktease all afternoon. I know her type: she'll get your penis all hard and thick and veiny with her arrogant teasing, but then she won't give you any relief! Am I right? Your penis must have been bursting with cum, and I couldn't help! It was so painful!" Alan thought, Mom, you couldn't be more wrong about her not putting out. But he said, "You said it, Mom. She's a bitch, pardon my French. As for my penis, see for yourself." He unzipped his shorts fly and pressed his throbbing rod up against her smooth ass cheeks. He was content to just rub it around there while he sawed in and out of her asshole with his finger.
Susan moaned, "Oh, that's good. So good, baby. I love it! Except one
thing!" She turned around, forcing him to pull his finger out and let go of her ass altogether. "You're
making Mommy far too HORNY!"
She practically pushed him onto the
floor and dove at his crotch. Panting heavily, she deftly untied her
apron with one hand as she slid his shorts down with the other. Within
seconds she had her mouth over his penis. He sat on the floor of the
kitchen with her lying down and her head between his legs. He was pleased, though not too
surprised, at the turn of events. She seemed to live for cocksucking lately. So far everything had been as expected,
but Alan noticed that Susan was making enough
chocolate frosting for two cakes, if not three. He asked about this,
but she was coy, just saying, "That way we don't have to worry
about nibbling." |
Because of his
tennis schedule, she said as she stripped, "This week, let me focus on pleasing
you. You'll be able to play better if your penis is well-drained before
your matches, so you should let me relieve you every single day this
week. We don't want to get into the habit of meeting every single day
all the time or people will get suspicious, but we should risk it this week, for your tennis games.
Then, if you do well enough, I'll give you a big reward when it's over,
to celebrate your victory." 
Alan pointed his finger at Katherine and tossed the towel aside. "Kim, hope you don't mind, but I think I'll start with some sister fucking."
But he didn't neglect some old fashioned fucking as well and he worked up to that as his finale. His thrusts pushed her body along until he literally fucked her off the bed and onto the floor. That didn't stop them. He kept on going. The force of his thrusts pushed her backwards along the floor until they came to a wall. Katherine thought that was hilarious.
As Katherine
swirled her tongue around the head of Alan's penis and then alternately
lightly blew on it, she thought, Geez. What's with Kim? Those were
my lines. She's trying to be even more ingratiating and eager than I
am. She's been doing it all day long, but even more since Alan strangely started ordering her around this last half-hour or so...
He strained to
read the screen from across the room while being careful not to make
any noise to alert her. There was no way he could read any text, but
he saw the screen was mostly filled with a picture of a smiling kid
wearing a baseball cap. Hey! That's a picture of me! Let's see. That
would be from four years ago, when I was on that baseball team. We'd
just gotten our first digital camera.
The two of them continued to stare out
of the window for some more moments while both of them considered that
delightful possibility. 
She was dressed
in a robe and sat seductively posing for him,
playing with her long brown hair. "How was your day at school, Tiger?"
She said that just like any mother welcoming a teenaged son home, except
that she opened her robe and opened her legs as she said it.
Susan opened
the door and saw Heather standing there. They'd never spoken
to each other before, but Susan knew of her and recognized her, just
as she knew of almost all of Alan and/or Katherine's acquaintances at
school. She'd heard a lot of unfavorable gossip about Heather, but still
knew nothing of the cheerleader's recent sexual antics or anything about
any painting of panties.
"I am,
and it is," she giggled. "What's the problem? You don't like
being woken this way? Any guy in school would kill for me to do this
to them, and I picked you. So enjoy it." She went back to stroking
his rod.
"Look Alan.
I have an itch. It's a very nasty itch." Alan couldn't help but
turn and look at her toned and deeply tanned body. "Do you know where my
itch is, Alan? Do you know where I'm feeling so nasty? It's in my pussy.
Oh, my pussy, it's on fire! My pussy! It itches like poison ivy. Sooooooo
bad."
But he was still powerfully aroused, and Heather seemed even more intent on more sex. She still had a crazy, hungry look in her eyes.
Heather answered, "Obviously, it's hard. Very hard. But I'm staying
on top of things. Thanks to Alan's help, of course." As an afterthought,
she gave a slight, knowing smile in Alan's direction and added, "Alan of course is on top of things even more than me.
He's great."
He paused in his thrusting long enough for her to breathe and give a short answer. She gave him a terrified look and spoke while merely licking. She answered tentatively, "Um, walk the streets?"
Even though the fuck remained a slow one, it was so intense that afterwards the two of them couldn't stay awake. Alan found himself drifting in and out of sleep with Heather lying next to him.
She
cried out in mock horror, "Alan, what do you think you're doing?"
But then recalling his habit of taking her protests literally, she quickly
added, "You left my ass bare! Quick! Cover it with your hands!"