During breakfast, Susan didn't dress provocatively or act out of the ordinary. She did seem slightly embarrassed, and avoided direct eye contact with him.

Alan thought to himself, I'll bet this is just a passing phase. She's just freaked out at what a total nympho she was yesterday. She needs some time to absorb that. But that was her true nature. I imagine she'll be begging to suck my cock before night falls

Katherine normally teased him a little when Susan wasn't around, but unfortunately their mother was almost always close by. So it was a tame morning. Alan left for school without a single orgasm.

During Glory's history class, Christine told Alan that she wanted to speak to him when the class was over.

So, to his teacher's deep disappointment, he signaled that he had to go but would be back soon. Alan was even more disappointed than Glory was - the lack of a morning climax had him dying for penis relief from the increasingly growing sexual tension.

As Alan walked down the hallway with his former crush, Christine said to him, "I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you in the flesh. You've been so hard to reach lately. Are we still friends? Did what happened to us a while back, did that ruin everything?"

"No. No, it didn't."

"Did our date of sorts ruin things? I was just trying to reestablish our friendship, I hope I didn't mess things up even more."

"No, the date was great. No problem at all. It's just that... You may have noticed that I've been hard to reach for everyone lately."

She arched an eyebrow. "That's an understatement! You're always out of sight the instant class is over. No one even sees you during lunch. People are starting to talk. What's going on?"

"I'm just really, really busy. Lots of things happening at home..." He thought, That is technically true. If she only knew what kinds of things.

"It's not all just because you're trying to avoid me, is it? I'm wondering if I'm the cause of this. I really regret everything that happened before. Can't we start anew, with a blank slate?"

"That would be great. Let's do that. Just as friends. You were right that the romance idea wasn't smart. But I'd love to spend more time with you and go on a second non-date date, if you know what I mean. I'll give you a call. Okay? How about this weekend?"

"Yeah, okay. Let's do it!"

She sounded enthusiastic, but actually she was a bit disappointed. Their "non-romantic" date had gone so well that she was starting to warm up to the idea of going on a real romantic date. However, Alan seemed very firm on not getting involved. Still, she looked forward to the weekend plans and hoped to further test his feelings and see if they had a spark.

After Alan walked away from Christine, he pondered the notion of getting something sexual going with her after all. But he dismissed the idea almost as soon as he thought of it.

He thought, No way am I going to go through that agony again just to be shot down and probably destroy our friendship for good. Plus, I've got so many women on my mind and in my life, I just can't deal with another. Christine is a Nordic blonde goddess and she still turns me on in a big way, but she's so sexually inexperienced. She's still the "Ice Queen" and as far as I know, she hasn't even kissed a guy yet.

I'm so totally spoiled that when I hang out with a beautiful woman, I expect a handjob the way others expect a hello. It would be unfair of me to drag such an innocent girl down into my den of iniquity, incest, and multiple partners. She'd be better off without me. She needs to find some pure and innocent guy just like her. I can't give the women I'm already with the time or love they deserve, so to add one more would just be criminal and unfair for everybody.

Disappointed, Christine wandered around the cafeteria during her favorite part of the school day. It wasn't the food she looked forward to but the chance to learn all the latest gossip. From a very young age, her parents had imprinted in her brain the saying that "knowledge is power." Christine had taken the love of learning to heart, which was a big reason why she excelled in her studies so well. But it also meant that she liked to hear everything about everybody at school. And since she didn't have much of a social life of her own, she could live vicariously through others.

To get the best gossip, Christine had formed a spy network of sorts known as the "goody goody" network by those who knew of its existence at all (Alan, a social outsider, was completely oblivious to all of this).

Christine was too much of the "Ice Queen" to have lots of friends, but she'd taken advantage of her reputation as the top ranking female student in academics as well as her reputation as a paragon of morality and purity to form her own clique of like-minded girls.

She was thus linked in with a surprisingly large group of girls who did well in school and were also "pure" and usually virgins, although often not by choice. They might have been considered female geeks, but Christine was so drop dead gorgeous that no one considered her a geek. Christine's high social standing rubbed off on them the more she associated with them.

Their reputation as "goody goodies" meant that they were scorned by the most elite of in-groups, the clique that those in the know called "the blondies." Heather was at the center of this all-female group and her followers tried to emulate her, even down to most of them dying their hair to look more like her. Since Heather was their role model, they celebrated immorality and hedonism, living a wild life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Most were barely passing their classes.

But like Christine, Heather was also aware that knowledge is power, and used her followers to try to learn everything about everyone. Heather's grades were entirely lackluster because she didn't care about academics, but she could be very smart when she put her mind to it.

As a result, the "goody goodies" and "blondies" couldn't have been more different. The "goody goodies" spent much of their time trying to figure out what the "blondies" were doing, but the "blondies" didn't much care about the "goody goodies" since they generally lived pretty boring lives and weren't socially important enough to be a threat. Heather considered only Christine herself potentially dangerous enough to be worth keeping tabs on.

Christine got her food tray and sat down at "her" table in the cafeteria. Boys were mostly oblivious to the vicious power struggles between the girls but if one wanted to understand the power structure one only had to look at where people sat at lunch. Christine's table was a minor power center and it was hard to get a seat there, but it was also quite far from Heather's table, which was like the U.N. Security Council of school politics, except a lot more vicious.

As Christine sat down, she looked to her "lieutenants" in her network who were already there. She sat across from Michelle, one of her key aides due to her unusually good connections to the football team and the "blondies" and asked, "Hey Michelle. So, what's up? What's the latest scuttlebutt?"

Michelle was bubbly with excitement. She had news about Alan Plummer and she knew that Christine always liked that, especially lately. "All the girls are talking about your hot date."

Christine blanched and froze in mid-reach for her fork. "What? I told you it was a completely platonic thing!"

"No, girl, I don't mean your date itself, nobody cares much about that or even knows about it outside of your good friends here. No, I mean the guy from the date, Alan."

Christine visibly relaxed and tried to act more nonchalant. "Oh really? What about him?"

Michelle grew more excited. "Well, there are even MORE rumors about him today. Further confirmation that he is gettin' it on!" She said "he is gettin' it on" in a sassy, streetwise tone and shook her head from side to side while wriggling her shoulders as she said it.

Christine leaned forward and then others sitting nearby all leaned in. "Well? Don't stop there."

Michelle pulled back, suddenly more hesitant. "Mind you, these are just rumors. I haven't been able to put it all together, but there's something happening between him and the cheerleader squad. Something sexual."

"The squad?!" Christine asked incredulously. "You're not talking about merely one person but the whole group?" She sat back. "I don't believe it. The WHOLE squad?"

"Uh-huh. The main thing is, he's just a nerd, right? But all the members of the squad are suddenly talking about him like he's the cock of the walk. Where did that come from? Like yesterday, Tina was clever enough to ask the cheerleader Kim what she thought about Alan, and Kim totally blushed and got all nervous. What's up with that?"

Tina was sitting a few seats away at the same table and said, "Uh-huh! It's true! I mean, her reaction was EXTREME. So I asked Janice and Joy about him, and they were kinda all weird too. And you already know that Amy has been wandering around in a daze talking about how "dreamy" he is. Of course there's no point in talking to Katherine since she doesn't really play into this as his sister. And no one's going to dare talk to Heather."

Michelle picked up where Tina left off. "HOWEVER, remember that Heather was seen at the beach talking to Alan in a friendly manner. Heather! Friendly! Actually, even more than friendly if you believe the girl who claims to have seen it. She was actually flirting with him big time!"

Another girl at the table said, "Hold on. This is HEATHER we're talking about! Everyone knows she's a shoo-in to be the Homecoming Queen this year." No one needed to mention what a blow for Heather's chances in that contest it would be if she started publicly associating with nerds like Alan, even if just for a laugh.

Christine crisply said, "I think I know who Heather is, thank you very much. .... I do have to admit that something strange is going on. But Michelle, why are you so convinced that it involves more than one girl? Maybe he and Amy have started some kind of secret relationship. That would be a logical deduction."

Michelle's eyes were sparkling with excitement. She leaned in even more and her voice took on conspiratorial overtones. "A-ha! Furthermore, a brother of a friend told me that the other day he was standing near Alan and a couple of other guys when Kim and Janice bent over right in from of them to pick up their pom-poms and you could see their butts. Alan mumbled to himself, 'Dang, I'm such a lucky bastard.'"

Another girl at the table pointed out, "It could just mean he considered himself lucky to get a free peek of that."

Michelle replied, "But you had to be there, from what I'm told. Apparently he blushed and had this hand-caught-in-the-cookie-jar expression, like a big secret of his had been exposed. Everyone there thought it was really odd."

Her face lit up. "But wait! Here's where it gets REALLY good! I don't want to name names, but earlier today one of Amy's closest friends got all confidential with her and prodded her to come clean about her secret relationship with him. She replied, and I quote, 'Just between you and me, no, sadly I'm not his girlfriend. At least not yet.' She sighed then her face lit up and said, 'But I do like to play with his thingy!' Then they had a conversation in the strictest secrecy about his 'thingy.' She hinted that it's very 'needy' and that she's hardly the only one who plays with it."

Christine looked up and down at all the girls listening intently and snorted, "So much for 'strictest secrecy.'"

Michelle pointed out, "You always say that information wants to be free, right? But anyways, put together Amy and others having fun with his 'thingy' and the cheerleaders not counting Katherine suddenly acting strange when asked about him, and what do you get?"

Christine shot her down. "AlI I get is one girl with an overactive imagination who's jumping to conclusions. Get real! I could believe that Alan might be playing around a bit with Amy. After all, they've been friends and next door neighbors for a long time. But he's such an upstanding guy. I can't imagine him playing around with more than one girl at a time. Frankly, I find it a bit hard to see him with a girlfriend at all. And you all know how stuck up the cheerleaders are. I could see them being cordial since he's Katherine's brother, but that's it."

"But Kim totally blushed when asked about him," Michele pointed out.

"Kim's a lesbian, for crying out loud!" Christine complained. "Everyone knows that. Why would someone like that, and on the cheerleading squad to boot, get involved with a relative nobody?"

Michelle dropped what she considered to be her bombshell. "What if his quote 'thingy' unquote was absolutely freakin' HUGE?! Even a lesbian might get a little bit curious."

Christine was incredulous. "Okay, Now you've completely gone off the deep end. Give me a break!"

"Hey, all I know is that Amy's not so trustworthy friend said that Amy made some big hints in that direction. And it all makes sense. When have you ever heard of Heather being honest-to-God friendly with a guy unless she wants something from him or, especially, wants to have sex with him? We all know Heather is nothing like the sexually innocent priss that the clueless people in school think that she is. What else could she possibly want from ALAN of all people unless he has a giant rocket in his pocket? Remember, she was seen flirting with him."

Christine sat back. "Huh. I have to admit it is a bit intriguing. Still, it's just speculation piled on speculation. For starters, we can't actually confirm if Heather was flirting with him or not. I'd say it's a lot more likely she just deigned to talk to him just long enough to rip him a new asshole and taunt him with that 'you want it but you're never gonna get it' attitude of hers."

Tina spoke up. "True. But IF Heather was trying to get into Alan's pants, wouldn't that be the news of the year? Queen bitch of the universe plus teacher's pet nerd equals luuuuvvv! Ha ha!"

The whole table burst into laughter and catcalls about that prospect. They all hated Heather, so any gossip that could take her down a notch was very appreciated.

The gossip exchange after that drifted on to different topics. But Christine only pretended interest while she ruminated about the gossip over Alan. She found herself more than a little bit disturbed by it all, especially the probability that something was happening between him and Amy. She'd assumed that if she ever changed her mind about him, he'd still be there, ready and waiting for her. But now she was painfully discovering that this was no longer true.

CHAPTER 2

Alan flew back to Glory's class room minutes later. He knocked on the door and she unlocked it, but then said, "Don't come in just yet." A few moments later, she said, "Okay, you can come in."

He opened the door, slipped inside, and carefully locked it behind him. He found his favorite teacher sitting on her desk, naked except for stockings, garter belt, and fancy underwear. She always liked to wear fancy, frilly things to her classes. She pretended to be shocked to see him and ineffectively covered her tits with an arm.

"What are you doing here? Don't look at your teacher that way! I was just changing. I hope you're not planning on taking advantage of me!"

He could tell she was eager to begin some more role playing. They had gotten into the acting out of fantasies lately.

He smiled, and then pretended to be shocked too. "Ms. Rhymer? Oh my God! You're naked! I can't believe my favorite teacher is a slut! I'm shocked!"

"I'm not a slut. I was just changing! Really! I wasn't masturbating while thinking about you. Oops! I shouldn't have said that. Okay, so maybe I'm not totally innocent, but you won't say anything will you? You won't tell your friends about this, will you? You're my teacher's pet, right? You'll be good, won't you?"

"I was your teacher's pet. Now it's more of the case that you'll be my student's pet. I might be quiet, in return for, shall we say ... certain favors." He walked toward her in a menacing manner.

"Oh no! What do you mean? Do you want a good grade? I'll give you an A! I promise."

"I'm already getting an A. No, I want something else. I want you!"

"Alan! No!" she shrieked. He planted his lips on hers and the two of them kissed madly, turned on by the pretended drama.

Before long, Alan found his teacher's mouth around his penis. He grabbed her head and moved it forward and back on his tool, though she didn't really need the help.

She continued with the act. "If I suck you like this..." She slurped and licked and breathed raggedly. "Will you, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Freed from talking, she took him in deeper.

"I don't know. It depends. It all depends how good you can blow me."

Glory was giving a truly incredible blowjob. She really acted as if her life depended upon it, and between her enthusiasm and his lack of a morning climax, he gave up a heated, heavy load within minutes.

Since there was still considerable time left for lunch, the two of them quickly gulped down their lunches and idly chatted while his penis recovered. Then they resumed their role playing.

Alan clapped his hands, signaling that they were back in their roles. "Okay, teacher, or should I call you my penis slave? What are you going to do to prevent me from telling everyone what I saw when I came in here?"

"Now just a minute, young man. You're a very nice boy. I'm very proud at what an upstanding, well-behaved gentleman you are. Certainly you're not going to blackmail me? Aren't I more than just a teacher to you? Aren't we good friends?"

Glory's plea was so heartfelt that Alan almost failed to believe she was play acting. Further, he was such a softy that he could hardly continue after such an appeal. However, he forced himself.

"Glory, you know I like you very much. That's why this pains me. But if I don't teach you a lesson, someone much more unscrupulous will. Now crawl over here and stuff this thing in your mouth."

"Crawl? Why, young man -"

"Hey. Do as you're told. This is for your own good. You're a horny little slut, but I'm going to cure you with my cock. So do it. Now."

Glory rolled her eyes. "Alan, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but treat your teacher with at least some respect, okay?"

He realized she was momentarily stepping out of her role to complain. Oops. Guess I went too far on that one. Crawling is pretty demeaning. "Okay, then turn around and present that ass of yours to me. And call me sir."

"Yes, sir!"

She eagerly presented her naked ass in his direction. "How is that, sir?"

"Very good." He pondered his next move. He considered fucking her in the ass, but found the idea disgusting. He thought about putting his face there, but found that distasteful too. Lacking any other ideas, he just rubbed his hands over her cheeks.

The rubbing didn't seem to be worthy of the way she'd dramatically presented her ass to him, so he stuck a finger up her anus and poked it in and out for a couple of minutes.

"Is that all you know what to do with an ass?" Glory asked with amusement.

"Hey. You're ruining my fantasy."

"Oh. Sorry." She indeed was genuinely sorry. Her attempt at gentle teasing went over as poorly as his crawling idea.

"That should be: 'sorry, sir.' You don't know how to properly address me. Get over here and put this in your mouth while you contemplate your mistakes."

"Yes sir!" She scooted over (but didn't exactly crawl) and popped his penis in her mouth.

They continued like that for the remainder of the lunch period. She mostly jacked or sucked him off. Although there were times when her mouth was free and they talked some more about her imaginary blackmail punishment. Alan got a big kick out of that, and it appeared Glory did too.

But there wasn't any deep throating. Alan guessed that maybe she would save that for his reward after the tennis tournament.

Alan, though, was anything but passive. He was learning not to just sit back and revel in a good blowjob. Instead, he actively worked his hands and mouth on whatever part of her body that he could reach. By the end of lunch period, the both of them had worked up quite a sweat, but they loved it. Alan found it extremely difficult to leave Glory and attend his next class, and she found it equally difficult to resume teaching. He was frustrated that he never seemed to have enough time with her. She felt the same.

Still, as fun as the time spent with Glory was, he felt a bit disappointed, especially at the end. As they dressed, Glory said to him, "Seriously, I need to teach you more things to do with an ass. Don't be afraid of it. You have a lot to learn."

Her remark made him feel very much like a kid, especially since he knew she was right.

CHAPTER 3

The tennis competition lasted a long time. So when Alan finally returned home, he fell asleep immediately and napped most of the afternoon away.

Katherine was overdue for a cocksucking, but Suzanne had "traded" positions with her. The older woman thought it was important that she have some time with him, so when Alan woke up, he found Suzanne there.

"Howdy, partner," she drawled in a Texan accent. "Have a good day?" She sat in the buff across the room, looking very happy and energetic.

"Enh. It's been good. But I guess I'm a bit spoiled. Lately I'm used to great." Alan's penis woke up within seconds after just one look at her, but his mind came around more slowly.

"Let me guess. You had a pretty incredible day with your mom yesterday." She crossed the room from where she'd been sitting and pulled his covers down.

"How did you know?"

"It was a Tuesday. She really has something for Tuesdays. Somehow I suspect she did more than just a simple penis abnormality check." Grasping his penis now, she started stimulating it. Her complete nakedness no longer even merited comment - that's just how things were now around Alan.

He smiled in fond remembrance. "Yes. She sure did." He looked down at her and noticed that she was wearing high heels. That excited him even more.

Suzanne smiled and said, "Playing with Mommy is a lot of fun, I'm sure, but you're not going to forget your old Aunt Suzy, are you?" She double fisted Alan's penis in a fast pumping motion as a helpful reminder of how much fun she could be. The tone of her voice was light, but she was actually quite concerned that Susan was hogging too much of his attention.

"Of course not, Suzanne. First off, you're not old. Second, you're so important to me. I can't even begin to tell you."

"That's nice, and you know how much I love you. But just to remind you what your aunt can do, I'll show you what a titfuck is like." She pulled him up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Suzanne, you know I know all about titfucking already. I did it with you already, even. Remember? "

"Sure, but that was Tit Fucking 101. Now you're ready for the advanced course." She pulled out a jar of cream she had brought in anticipation of what they were about to do. "The first thing we have to do is lather these babies up so they're as slippery as a water slide. You want to do the honors?"

"I'd be most delighted. But I still don't see what the difference is." She was silent about what she'd do this time, but confident and knowing, which really piqued his curiosity. He felt like he could spend hours lathering up and playing with her tits, but he hurried it up so he could see what she had in store for him.

Finally everything was ready. Suzanne put his penis in place between her globes and said, "Okay, now you know how I said before that I couldn't lick and titfuck you at the same time, since my boobs are so big?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's not entirely true. I can do it, but it's not easy. I'll do it for someone special like you. I'm lucky to have a very dexterous tongue. My tongue can reach out a full inch farther than your mother's can - we've actually tested it recently. I can just barely reach your tip, and she can't."

Suzanne proceeded to demonstrate her combined titfucking and licking skills. With the giant slippery tit-tunnel she'd created, and the flicking of her tongue at the end of each penis stroke, he felt as if the pleasure was more than he could bear.

At first she pressed her tits together with her hands, but Alan soon got the hang of what she wanted and took over that task. With her hands free, she somehow managed to fondle his balls and rub the sensitive underside of his penis at the end of each deep stroke through her cleavage.

Alan was impressed. He'd never had such an intense, multiple stimulation except for Glory's extraordinary deep throats.

He thought, Suzanne is so incredible. Everything she does - the way she sways her hips as she walks, causing her buttocks to undulate, the way she talks with her sultry, whispery voice, the way she smells with her subtle and tasteful perfumes, the way she dresses when she's wearing clothes, her chestnut brown hair, her green eyes, her ivory skin - God damn! It's all so sexual. She's so kind and cultured. Intelligent, too. And she loves me. Her body! Her sexual prowess! This feels soooo fucking good! Fuck, man. I need more of Suzanne in my life. I need more of this. Yes!

She sensed just when he was ready to blow from the tightening of his balls, and switched to sucking him off with a sort of simultaneous tit massage while keeping the lower portion of his penis between the folds of her tit flesh. He gave up an endless geyser of cum. As her mouth overflowed with his seed and it dribbled down her chin. She seductively slipped her fingers all over her slicked up and dripping lips for several minutes, and she nearly fucked her mouth with her fingers in a vain attempt to prolong the experience.

When it was all over, he said, "Wow, Suzanne. When can we do that again?" She had been completely successful in placing herself at the forefront of Alan's thoughts. She smiled and strode out of his room as naked as when she came in.

Suzanne was relieved. As she sat in the front entrance, putting on some clothes from her drawer in the underwear cabinet, she thought, Take that, Susan! Old Aunt Suzy still has a trick or two up her sleeve.

The fact is, I haven't even begun to show this boy pleasure. Thanks to my gymnastics training, I can do things with my body that they don't even have in the Kama Sutra. Heh-heh. I'm gonna kill this guy with pleasure! Meanwhile, Susan is still figuring out there's more to life than the missionary position. I'm going to make him more dependent on my body than even his mother's and his sister's. My Sweetie and I - we're gonna run this family.

By dinner time, Alan had only cum three times. He seriously doubted he would reach his daily target. But he was okay with the number, since he'd done it eight times the day before.

Dinner however was a pleasant surprise. Suzanne stayed over to eat, which wasn't particularly unusual lately, but Brenda attended dinner too, and that had never happened before. Alan hadn't realized the card game with Brenda last Wednesday was becoming a regular, weekly social event. Now that Ron was gone, Brenda was having dinner too so everyone could get to know her better.

The dinner was quite the sight for sore eyes. Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Brenda were all dressed to please, and they all looked great. There was a certain unstated competition between the well endowed ladies, a challenge to be the sexiest and prettiest. Alan was the lucky beneficiary.

He was a bit surprised that Amy wasn't there as well, but he took that as a good omen. He figured, Suzanne must be behind Amy's absence. She protects Amy from sexual situations. So that means she must think that something sexual will happen tonight. Something with Brenda. No doubt she'll help push things along.

He was right. Suzanne steered the conversation to sex and generally kept it there. She spent much of the dinner discussing the numerous adulterous affairs she'd had over the years, often going into quite graphic detail.

There were a lot of amusing stories about her schemes and close calls at getting of almost being caught. She always used her wiles and charm to get away, once even convincing a wife that nothing had happened despite being caught naked in her husband's bed.

She made a point to emphasize how each lover failed to measure up to Alan, even when this wasn't true. For instance, she'd had more skilled lovers, and more endowed lovers, but she purposely hyped him up for Brenda.

After dinner, Susan brought out the remainder of the cake she and Alan had made the night before.

Alan mentioned cryptically, "If you all only knew how this cake came to be made, you wouldn't believe it." Susan turned a flushed cherry red. The others tried to goad him into telling more, their curiosity driven by Susan's strong reaction, but he wouldn't talk. He hadn't meant to even say that much, but it had slipped out.

As the dessert ended, everyone remained at the table and started playing cards. But there was much less card playing and much more giggling and gossiping, influenced by the drinking of wine. Most of the talk was about sex, the travails of having big boobs, and Alan, or some combination.

As the atmosphere grew more comfortable, Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne told Brenda of various erotic encounters they'd had with Alan, causing the females to grow hornier with each passing moment.

But each one made certain to only pick relatively tame stories that didn't reflect too "negative" of an image upon themselves. They all thought it prudent to maintain the illusion that they didn't really enjoy helping Alan out sexually, but were forced to do it because of his medical treatment.

For instance, Suzanne told the story of how she first jacked Alan off by pretending to show him Internet porn. They talked as if he wasn't there, which somehow made the whole discussion that much more arousing, because he was there and they were all subtly enjoying his wordless reactions.

Before long, it became apparent from the stories that the women were actually enthused with assisting Alan. Realizing it was useless to pretend otherwise, soon Susan was described things like how she had awoken Alan the morning before with her mouth around his penis.

Katherine told about the day when she first exposed herself to Alan and masturbated in front of his eyes by the swimming pool. That was news to Susan and Suzanne, and many details told in various stories were new to more than just Brenda.

However, the females still censored themselves, failing to mention any lesbian moments (like Katherine being with Kim) or their strong desire to be fucked by Alan (or in Katherine's case, actually being fucked by him already).

When Brenda came back after about ten minutes it was clear that she knew everyone else knew exactly what she had been doing. There was no way not to know, if only from the piercing screams. But everyone maintained polite fictions, and Brenda didn't seem to mind. She was seriously blissed out. She was fairly drunk from the wine they'd been steadily drinking, but she was even drunker with an erotic high.

Suzanne still was on a crusade to see Brenda's boobs exposed, and so was Alan, though the two were operating independently of each other. Suzanne deemed it time to bring up the tit measuring idea again. She asked, "By the way Brenda, you know when it was mentioned before that we should measure your breasts, I forgot to just ask what your size was. What bra do you wear, anyway?"

Brenda smiled proudly. "I'm a double-F."

"Double-F?!" Suzanne said incredulously. "But you're so short! You're like six inches shorter than me, and you're saying you're that big?"

"Yep," Brenda said with eyes closed and just a touch of smugness.

Alan asked, "What's a double-F? I know the scale up to about D, and then I get lost."

Suzanne replied, "It goes D, then double-D, then E, then F, and then double-F. Then G. I don't know why some letters get double, and others don't, but there it is." Her hand pumping on Alan's shaft was becoming tired, so she switched hands.

Alan mentioned, "I know double-D. That's how big Dolly Parton and Pamela Anderson are. What's everyone else?"

"I'm an E, Sweetie. So is your mother. We're exactly the same. Amy is a D, but she might have to move up to a double-D soon. We're late bloomers in our family. Katherine, I assume you're a D as well?"

"Yeah," Katherine said sullenly. She felt very inadequate in the chest department and wanted to change the topic. The earlier lecture by Susan also soured her mood.

Alan said to her consolingly, "Hey, D is great. That's equal to or better than just about every famous movie actress." But he couldn't help turn to Brenda and say, "But double-F? That's just crazy. There's no way. You're telling me you're three sizes larger than Dolly Parton? She's already impossibly stacked."

"Yeah," Brenda pointed out, "but she's like five foot tall, if even that, so they seem a couple sizes bigger. The height is important. Your mother and Suzanne look more like double-D's except they're so tall that they're actually even bigger than that."

"But double-F? Come on! You're not that tall either."

"Hey, honey. If you don't believe it, measure them yourself."

"Believe me, I'd like to. But you said earlier that you hate being touched. You practically walked out on us."

"I changed my mind." Brenda was panting heavily again, as her eyes stayed glued to Alan's penis, especially the sight of Suzanne's hand slipping and sliding up and down on the copious pre-cum. Suzanne had her face near his penis, and she was licking an imaginary penis in the open air. Clearly Suzanne was just managing to hold off from shoving the penis deep in her mouth. Brenda was fascinated by the obvious enthusiasm displayed by the normally jaded Suzanne.

Alan noticed her body shudder. He looked back down at her crotch which was still spread wide open, and revealed more juices squirting out of her hole. Her thoroughly soaked panties were nearly invisible and hid nothing.

He brought the tape measure up to her chest and put it around her back, but aside from that he didn't know what to do. He felt intimidated to actually touch her tits, so he just held both ends of the tape measure away from them. He fidgeted and then asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Suzanne rushed to his rescue. She was glad for an opening where she too could grope Brenda's tits. "Here." She put her hands over his and guided his hands down. "You measure her below the boobs and then right across the nipples."

She brushed her fingers across Brenda's nipples as if she had to do that for Alan to understand.

Brenda shuddered.

"The bra size is the number of inches difference from here to here. Like this." Suzanne lightly brushed Brenda's remarkably extended nipples a couple more times, just because she could.

Suzanne's hands then guided Alan's hand to where he needed to take the first measurement, and then she let go and reattached herself to his penis. She remained pressed into Alan's side, with one hand on Brenda's shoulder (Brenda was so drunk she was in danger of falling), and the other hand stroking Alan's rod.

Brenda, who had her eyes glued to Alan's crotch anyway, again noticed Suzanne's performance on his erection. But she asked, as if she hadn't seen anything up until now, "Wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing, Suzanne?"

"Your tits seem to have made him even more excited than before, so he needs extra help. His medical needs, you know. After all, it is my turn. If you mind, just let me know and I'll stop."

"No!" cried Brenda and Alan at once.

Alan meanwhile did the first measurement and then placed the tape measure directly over her chest. But he still hesitated and avoided touching her.

"Just touch them already," Brenda herself complained. "I want you to. I don't bite."

"I thought you got annoyed when-"

"Go ahead," she interrupted. "This is different. I don't mind when it's you."

"Okay." He placed both hands on her tits, and cupped them. "Wow! They feel real." He was starting to get to know different kinds of breasts. Out of all the breasts he's fondled, the only ones he knew were fake were Heather's. Brenda's felt better and softer than Heather's.

"Of course they're real," Brenda replied with pride.

Alan still held the tape measure in his hands, and tried to figure out what to do with it, even as he surreptitiously groped. "Suzanne, where am I supposed to put it exactly? You said right across the nipples, but hers are so extended. That's going to make a big difference in the measurement, just from the nipples. Should I go just above them?"

Suzanne moved in with her non-stroking hand. She grabbed Brenda's tit, and then tweaked a nipple. "Hmm. I see what you mean. They are big. Those are some nipples, that's for sure. But just go right onto them and pull the tape measure tight." She reluctantly let go after more tweaking and pulling of both nipples, and focused more of her concentration on jacking off Alan. Brenda moaned loudly.

So Alan finally measured Brenda's tits. When he pulled the tape measure tight, pushing her nipples back into her soft mountains, Brenda moaned some more and trembled from yet another orgasm. It took him a couple more minutes of fumbling and groping before he finally pronounced the job done.

He could have gone on much longer, and wanted to, but Suzanne's ministrations created an extremely urgent sensation in his penis. He thought it would be impolite to cum on Brenda, but that's what was going to happen unless something changed soon.

He removed his hands from Brenda and said, "Can everyone close their eyes?" He looked back towards Katherine and Susan, sitting on a couch behind him. They looked hot and bothered too, and their hands has slipped underneath their clothes. "Please?" he said more urgently. "I'm about to shoot any second. Suzanne, can you help me avoid a mess?"

"Sure, Sweetie." She dropped to her knees and put his penis in her mouth.

Suzanne had more control (thanks to her recent climaxes) and had her hands on the table. She gave Alan a puzzled look, as if saying, "Why are you trying to scare her off?" But Alan wasn't too worried. He'd instinctively detected something in Brenda and somehow felt this was exactly what she wanted to hear.

It seemed to work in spades. Brenda was now slumped down in her chair, completely overcome with emotion. The only reason she wasn't frigging herself further into ecstasy was that she was too overwhelmed from the previous orgasm to move. Her body continued to shudder every couple of seconds, as if Alan's words were like bolts of electricity that kept firing into her long after he'd finished speaking.

Suzanne stood up. She also had her instincts, and they told her Brenda had been pushed far enough for one evening. She said, "I don't think we're going to play any more cards tonight." The cards that had been dealt when they returned to the dining room table still sat on the table, forgotten. "Brenda, you seem tired. Why don't you take a little nap in the living room? You're in no shape to drive home like this."

"Okay," Brenda said in a small voice. "Thanks, y'all. I had a great time." Suzanne picked Brenda up and physically carried her to the living room. For Suzanne, a fit woman with an Amazon-sized physique, carrying the smaller Brenda was no trouble at all. Brenda fell asleep the instant Suzanne put her down on a couch.

Katherine went to bed. She hadn't had as much fun as the others. She hoped that Alan was sincere in not needing Brenda's sexual help, but she highly doubted it. Susan on the other hand was too blissed out on a sexual high to think much. She lingered in the kitchen, mostly waiting for Alan to go upstairs so she could get her goodnight kiss.

CHAPTER 8

He hadn't been watching television very long when Amy came for a visit. She was unaware that he was not to be disturbed, and wanted his undivided attention. She came bounding into the living room dressed in her cheerleading uniform.

"Howdy, Alan. What's shakin'?" She shook her pom-poms as she said this.

"Oh, nothing much. Just blowing off some school work. I've become such the juvenile delinquent lately."

"Hey, if you're wasting time, can you help me out?"

"Sure. I'm just looking for excuses to put off this essay I'm supposed to write anyways. What is it?"

"Tomorrow's a big football game and I want to make sure I've got all my routines down right. Can you watch me do my routines and give me a review?"

Alan thought as he smiled to himself, Ah, the ol' "can I practice my cheerleader routine on you" gambit. Katherine tried this on me not too long ago, and to great success for the both of us. Dang. That seems like years ago. I was a totally different guy back then. I wonder if Amy knows about that incident. Probably not. I don't think Katherine's been talking about that kind of thing with her. ... The question is, what should I do? Sis said don't play with Amy too much. But maybe an inspiring sight will revive my energies and turn my day around.

"Sure. Sounds great." He turned off the TV and sat back in his chair.

He thought that was a great idea, but suggested they go to his room first. When he opened the door to his room, he looked over his shoulder at Amy coming down the hallway behind him and saw she'd already taken her top off. That made him smile.

Alan thought, Okay, I'm pretty much a breast man. Not a lot of breast in that dance. Amy's got a great pair. If this doesn't revive me, nothing will. Amy pirouetted around the middle of his room. Alan was most definitely inspired mentally, but his penis still was still limp. "Dang!" he cursed out loud.

Amy came over to where he was now sitting and put a hand on his shoulder, looking intently into his eyes. "What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no. You did great. You're really inspiring. But for some reason I can't get happy. I think I'm just too tired."

"Oh no! That's bad. Can I take your thingy out and take a look?"

"Sure."

Amy unzipped Alan's shorts and flopped out his penis. It didn't look very impressive in its flaccid state. She tried to rub it, but it wasn't even partially hard, and there was no reaction. "Aaaawww. It's so sad. I'm so sorry."

"You? Why should you be sorry?"

"Alan, I hate to say this, but it's true. I just don't inspire you like the others. This is all my fault. I'm sure if Susan, Suzanne, or Katherine were here, this would be very happy." She squeezed the penis, but no reaction.

Alan wondered if she was right. He thought about the other females, one by one, and imagined them naked and cocksucking, but there still was no reaction down below. "No Amy, you're very inspiring. Just as much as them."

"Well then why don't you do stuff with me? You're doing all kinds of fun stuff with them. I'm not totally blind. But you don't do anything with me. You hardly help with my shaving any more, even." She stared downcast at the floor.

But then suddenly she hopped up and looked energized. "Look! I can show you! I can do stuff. All kinds of stuff. I can even do stuff they can't. I'll do anything with you that you want. Anything. Here. Look at this." Amy stood on her head. Then, resting on her forearms, she leaned her body away from her head but stretched one leg far over in front of her head until she looked either like a work of abstract art or someone in a very tough yoga position.

"See?" she said with her body still upside down. "My body is very flexible. I'm double jointed and stuff. I can do all kinds of things. Not even Mom knows this position. I may not know much, but I can learn. I like you so much. You can play with my body any way you want. Why don't you, you know, take me and do all kinds of things to me?" She dropped back down onto the floor.

Alan was intrigued by her comment, "Not even Mom knows this position." He knew Suzanne had been a gymnast back in high school, and he pondered what that might mean when they were fucking. He wondered if great flexibility could be genetic thing in the Pestridge family.

Next, Amy she spread her legs apart and did the splits so wide that it was almost painful for Alan to watch. Then she bent her whole upper body backwards in a big arc until the back of her head touched the floor. "Or this. We tried to learn this in cheerleading class, but no one else could do it. Not even Katherine can do this. I'm the only cheerleader who can stretch this far."

Her position opened up her pussy so wide that it seemed like a penis had just evacuated it. For a moment it looked like Amy was opening and closing her pussy like the mouth of a sucker fish. It caught Alan's attention so much that he leaned forwards in his chair and visually examined her shaved crotch. He started to get some stirrings in his loins, but it was a struggle.

"Amy, sit normally for a second." She did so, and panted with exhaustion. "Look. I'd love to do all kinds of things with you. But I sort of made a promise with Katherine that I wouldn't do some things with you until I did some more things with her. But it's only a temporary thing. This will change, probably in just a little while."

Amy sat up closer towards him. "Hrm... Is that why I didn't get invited to the card game with Brenda last night? I can tell you all had a lot of fun, even though everyone is trying to hide everything from me."

"No, that's because of your mom. She also wants you to go slow and protect you. So you have to have patience."

"I don't wanna wait! I wanna do stuff now!" Alan wasn't precisely sure what she thought they were talking about when saying "stuff" or "things" except that it was sexual. He was pretty sure she meant she wanted to fuck, but wasn't positive how much she even really knew about intercourse.

"So do I, but we have to be patient or Kather-"

"Look!" Amy interrupted, her eyes wide and looking into his lap. "You're starting to get happy! Here, let me help out." She reached forward and took his semi-erect penis in her hands. She rubbed it vigorously, and it responded even more. "You DO like me!" she gurgled joyfully. "I guess I just have to try harder to please you. Boy, this happy penis stuff is tough to do!"

She leaned in even further, and rubbed her tits across his chest. Her face was now inches from his, and she kissed him on the neck repeatedly. "How do you like that? Is that good?"

Just then, the door to his room flew open. Katherine barged in. "Hey, what do you guys think you're doing?" She was angry and she crossed her arms in a defiant stance.

Alan felt a wave of guilt, but then wondered about her timing. "Hey yourself. How did you know to come in just then? Were you eavesdropping on us?"

"No. ... Maybe. Just a little," she admitted. "But that's not the point. You said you wouldn't play these kinds of games with Amy. At least not without me playing too." Now she was pouty. "I'm hurt."

"Oh damn." Alan looked down between his legs. Amy had stopped rubbing his penis as soon as Katherine came in, and it had deflated like a punctured balloon.

Katherine saw the problem and walked over. She was still cross. "Amy, you just don't know how to please Alan. Here, let me take care of that." She pushed Amy's hands away and took over.

Amy felt hurt by Katherine. She backed away with large, doe-like sad eyes. "Alan, is that true? Am I no good? It did take so long to get happy..."

"No, it's not true. Take that back, Sister! Tell her that's not true."

His sister seemingly ignored the question and had all of her attention focused on her brother's dick. "God dammit! It's not responding." Katherine was rubbing frantically, but Alan's penis wasn't even half hard. "Amy, what did you do to it?" Katherine wasn't wasting time. Her face dove down and she sucked on it like an industrial vacuum cleaner. But still no response.

"I didn't do anything!" Amy said sadly. "I'm so sorry. Did I break it?"

"Amy, it's fine," Alan soothed. He momentarily wondered at her comment asking if she broke his penis, and wondered just how naïve she was. But he pressed on to the matter at hand and said, "Katherine just said some things in anger. She didn't really mean them, did you Sister?"

But Katherine was too busy cocksucking to talk, or at least used that as an excuse not to answer. The three of them sat there in silence for several minutes as Katherine licked and sucked with all her talents. She probed his asshole, fondled his balls, sucked and stroked at the same time, and yet there was no response. She eventually had Amy to join her. Amy even lathered up her tits with the KY Jelly sitting next to Alan's bed and rubbed her oily tits up, down, and all around Alan's back and chest, but that didn't help either. Finally Katherine had to admit defeat.

Alan was happy that he was able to say to Amy, "Look Amy, it wasn't just you. Like I was saying, I'm just really tired. Sometimes it doesn't happen. You did even better than Katherine did. You had me fully going there for a while before she came in."

"I did, didn't I?" Amy said happily. She smiled for the first time since Katherine had entered.

Alan took Katherine aside and said quietly, "Can you please apologize to Amy? She's very sexually naïve, and you're confusing her and hurting her feelings."

"No. I'm not going to apologize because you were in here without me. You broke your promise. I'm hurt!" Katherine quickly left and slammed the door behind her.

Alan talked to Amy for a while until she was feeling better. When she left and he was all alone, he let out a big sigh. What a crappy day. I can't get it up. I upset both Amy and Katherine in different ways. Amy is right to feel left out. That's not really fair to her. She's so able and eager. And I'm holding back for Katherine, who's acting like a totally immature bitch today. Grrr.

Alan wanted something to take his mind off of these things. He sat down to write his school essay, and to his great relief found that it seemed the words flowed out as if he was just dictating them. It was like his mind was so tired that he shut his consciousness off completely and the essay wrote itself. He finished the essay in a remarkable two hours.

CHAPTER 9

By the time he finished his essay it was eleven o'clock. That wouldn't give him nearly as much sleep as he needed in his exhausted state, but at least it wasn't a total disaster. He had half a mind to just drop his head on his pillow and fall asleep before doing any of his nightly rituals like brushing his teeth, but there was one new ritual he didn't want to miss out on. He wandered down the hallway to his mother's room and told her he was going to bed.

She'd been waiting up for him. She was wearing an old-fashioned, frilly night robe and was knitting Katherine a sweater. She looked very much like a granny in the dim light, staring at her knitting needles through her glasses. She said, "I'll be there in a minute, Tiger."

Alan returned to his room and lay on his bed. His mother came in, her appearance totally transformed. The granny night robe was gone and had been replaced by a semi-transparent nightie. She now looked like a twenty-two year old sex goddess. She acted like one, too, and didn't waste any time.

She said, "Oh dear, Tiger. You look like something the cat dragged in. I'll bet you're not even hard." She dipped and swayed her way across the room and then pulled his covers down. "Oh my. I was right. My Tiger not rock hard? I hardly know what to do with myself. Looks like you need some visual stimulation, don't you think? I just can't give you your goodnight kiss if I know you're not hard for me."

"Mom, I'd really appreciate that. Today just hasn't been a good day, all around. It had its good moments, but I've been in kind of a weary funk. If you can get it up, it'll be a pretty good feat."

"I can't stand to sit here and do nothing while my son is in a weary funk. I guess I'll just have to get naked and strut around like a nasty trollop and then suck his cock until he feels all better. That's what the best kind of loving mommies do."

Alan was amazed at how quickly she'd transformed herself. A few minutes