CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 8)

Alan couldn't wait for Friday to be over. The reason was the tennis tournament. He was so physically tired from playing too much tennis and not getting enough sleep that he hardly had the energy for sexual fun anymore. He went from eight climaxes on Tuesday to six on Wednesday and four on Thursday. He worried that if the pattern continued, he would ruin his six times a day average.

In the morning, again he neither masturbated nor was pleasured, because he chose to sleep until the last possible minute. Susan had to drive him to school so he wouldn't be late.

Glory could see Alan was dragging. Responding to his needs, she made sure their lunch together was more of a nap for him. She understood that he needed affection much more than additional orgasms, despite his punishing six times a day schedule. He lay on the floor of his classroom and cuddled with Glory with his eyes closed for most of lunch, drifting in and out of consciousness. That's all that happened. He left feeling better than he'd felt all day. He also felt closer to Glory than ever before.

As his fifth period class started, he realized that he felt okay for the first time all day. He began to think he'd be able to get through the last day of the tennis tournament after all.

But then something surprising happened. Only a few minutes into the class, a school secretary came into the class and handed the teacher a note.

His teacher said, "Alan, there's a note here for you. Looks like it's another one of these counselor things."

That was a reference to the periodic meetings school counselors scheduled with students. Every so often, students would be called in to discuss their academic prospects for college and/or their career plans.

Alan was a bit surprised that his name was called because normally students were told in advance when their next counselor meeting was, but he picked up the permission slip and left the classroom. Meeting with his counselor was just about the last thing he wanted to do at the moment, given the way that his studies had been suffering lately.

But then he had another surprise. He hadn't gone far down the hall when Heather's best friend Simone rounded a corner and came right up to him. "Hi, Alan," she said quietly, and then handed him another note. She waited for him to read it.

It said:

Alan,
Scratch your supposed counselor meeting. That was just a ruse to get you to meet me since you've ignored all my other messages. I really need to meet you right now. It's very urgent. I have something important to tell you. Please meet me in the upper parking lot. I'm waiting for you.

Heather

Simone waited until Alan pocketed the note and then asked him, "So. Are you going to meet her?"

Alan grumbled, "Yeah. I guess." He was upset at Heather for a number of reasons and it showed.

Simone looked at him sympathetically. "I know what you mean. She can be infuriating at times. But once you get to know her, she's really not that bad. She's more bluster than bite. Anyway, see you around."

So Alan made his way to the upper parking lot after stopping by the bathroom and carefully flushing Heather's note down the toilet. He found Heather leaning up against a blue Mustang. It was a nineteen-sixties era model but it looked as if it were brand new. He knew from seeing her around that this was her car.

He noticed that she was wearing a San Diego Chargers tank top, a black skirt, and high heels. He thought to himself, DAMN, she's looking fuckable today. Then again, she looks pretty damn fuckable every day.

He walked up to her and said, "Hi Heather. What's so important? Please make it quick 'cos I have to get back to class."

"No you don't," she countered, smiling and acting on her best behavior. "Those counselor sessions last a good fifteen minutes, if not twenty, so if you get back any quicker than that it'll make your teacher suspicious."

Alan conceded the point by not arguing with her. Instead, he asked, "How is it that you can get these kinds of permission slips? We could be in big trouble if anyone sees us out here, skipping class."

"PUH-lease! This whole school administration is so malleable. You just have to know how to handle people. Believe me, if some official catches us here, by the time I'm through talking, he or she will actually THANK us for missing class. And as for how I get the slips, don't you worry your pretty head about that. Let's just say that a lot of people owe me favors."

Alan didn't like her condescending tone. He pressed, "Fine. Let's cut to the chase. What's so important that you had to drag me out of class?"

Heather said, "You and I have things to talk about and things to do, but you've been ignoring all the notes I sent you. I sent you a note on Wednesday apologizing for what I did at your house on Tuesday. I thought that was being real lady-like, sending an apologetic note. But no reply. Then yesterday I sent you one inviting you to my house for a little fun. But you didn't crawl in through my window that evening. Even today I sent you one earlier telling you where to meet me during lunch, and you didn't show. So I've been forced to take sterner measures. You did get all of my notes, didn't you?"

Alan nodded, but said, "I didn't respond 'cos I was trying to get you to contact me directly. If you want to talk to me so badly, why not just say something in the hall between classes? I must have passed by you a bunch of times in the past few days, yet you won't even make eye contact with me. So screw you and your notes delivered by your minions. I have nothing to say to you if you're too ashamed to be seen with me."

Heather was surprisingly contrite. "Alan, I'm really sorry. I can understand how you feel. I'd like to talk to you in school, I really would. It's frustrating for me too because I feel like you and I have something special going between us. But you have to understand my position. This is a very delicate time for me. As you probably know, our class chooses the school's homecoming queen before the end of the semester. True, I'm the frontrunner, but Donna's breathing down my neck. If I'm seen consorting with a full-on nerd, well, that's just the kind of thing to give her the edge.

Alan growled. "Dammit, there you go with the nerd thing again. You make it seem like I'm a leper or something. What's so shameful about being a good student and having a certain taste in popular entertainment? Why should I be socially condemned because I like Star Wars and Star Trek? That's fucking excellent entertainment."

He went on, "I've been doing some thinking since Tuesday. Yes, the fucking was a lot of fun, but you really annoy me. Both times after we've had sex, I ended up feeling like I'd been used by you. I don't need that kind of grief. I have a lot of other women just as beautiful as you that I'd much rather be with. Go find some other hapless guy to trick and tease and torment."

Heather had a hard time admitting it, even to herself, but she really needed Alan. The two times she'd had sex with him were heads and shoulders above what she was used to in her usual sexual encounters with the big jock types in the school. The way he called her names and the fact that he played hard to get made her want him even more.

Actually, it wasn't really playing hard to get because she could tell he wasn't just playing; he had been with other women of Heather's caliber so he could take or leave her. Yet she loved the challenge of trying to keep him interested, since she'd never had to do that with any guy before.

She knew that she might find other guys just as sexually endowed and/or talented as Alan, or possibly even more so, but they wouldn't have Alan's other attributes. Even though she didn't know Alan that well, she instinctively felt that only he knew how to treat her the way she needed to be treated.

She almost never apologized or compromised with anyone, but she was willing to go a long way to get what she wanted from Alan. She said to him, "Alan, let's talk. Let's work this out. I'm not as bad as you think. I know I've treated you badly, but I want to make it up to you. Tell me what you'd like me to do."

Alan was quite surprised by that. He quickly thought what he might want from her, then said, "Okay. We'll see how serious you are. If you want me to fuck you - and I know that's the only thing you care about when it comes to me - I need you to do two things for starters. One, you have to be friendly to me in public in school."

Heather considered that. She looked and felt quite conflicted about the idea, but she finally said, "I'd like to. I really would. The problem is, I've dug myself into a bit of a hole on that one."

She seemed hesitant to say more, so Alan prodded, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know when Katherine and I ran into you and your friends at the beach the other day?"

"Yeah?"

"It seems your friend Steve decided to go around and tell everyone that you and I were good friends. To make matters worse, he actually told people that I had respect for nerds who did well academically. Of course I had to say something to protect my reputation. So I kind of put you down and laughed at the idea that I would even talk to you."

Alan figured that when she said "Steve" she must have meant his best friend Sean. But given the way Sean had acted around her, he figured it might be a good thing if she couldn't remember his correct name, so he didn't try to correct her about that. However, he got angry at the rest of what she said.

"You see?! This is the problem. Heather, you think I'm some kind of self-abusing moron? Why the hell would I ever talk to you after you treat me like that behind my back?!"

She grabbed him by his shoulders. "Alan, look! I said I'm sorry. I really am. This whole thing has been a big learning experience for me, too, all right? I thought I had everyone pegged by the groups they belonged to, but now you've come along and upset everything. You're way down the social ladder, and yet I LIKE you. Okay? It's not just that you're so good at fucking; I actually respect you. You don't put up with shit. You're clever. You know how to get what you want. You remind me a lot of myself, actually."

Alan was enjoying the compliments, but he winced at that last one. The last thing he wanted to be was anything like Heather. But still, he was moved by what seemed to be genuine regret on her part.

He said, "Okay, we'll see how sincere you are. I'd love to see you tell everyone about your new nerdy friend. Make it happen. I know you can. You're fucking Heather goddamn Morgan, for crying out loud! When you say 'Jump!', everyone says 'How high?' Instead of having people think you're hanging with a nerd, make them think that I'm cool enough to be with you. You can do that no problem. You make or break people at this school all the time."

Heather considered that idea. After a long pause, she said, "Perhaps that would work. Admittedly, I'll have to take a hit. I can't completely avoid that. But maybe there is a way I can finesse this and mostly undo my earlier gaffe."

She thought some more, then said, "How does this plan sound? I'll have Simone casually mention how cool and sexy you are at lunch. I'll get a couple of my other followers to enthusiastically agree. Naturally, everyone will turn to me for my opinion. I'll confess that I've been so impressed by you myself that I've been trying to get close to you. I'll say that I'd denied that I'd talked to you because I want you all for myself."

She added, "Of course, naturally that'll surprise a lot of people in the 'in crowd' and there'll be a lot of doubt and grumbling. It'll take a few days to convince them that I'm not just playing a gag and that you're lying low and posing as a nerd because you're secretly too busy doing all kinds of amazing things to bother playing the social game. By and by, your reputation will rise and then I'll be able to be seen with you. In fact, before long you might find yourself having to fight the ladies off."

Alan laughed. "That's a bit dishonest and sneaky and I'm annoyed that you have to pretend that I'm a non-nerd in disguise, but I suppose it could work. What's this secret cool work I'm doing at home?"

Heather considered the question carefully, then answered, "I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't get too carried away with tricky intrigues. Let's just say that you're secretly ultra rich and you're some kind of Rudolph Valentino fucking all kinds of amazing women in your spare time. That'll definitely overcome the stigma of your dweeby Star Trek marathons and all your little Dungeons and Dragons games. People may not necessarily believe it, but they'll wonder about it, and look at you in a new way."

Alan had to struggle to keep his poker face. Heather was much more accurate with her cover story than she realized. In addition to all of the truly spectacular women he was fucking, his family was much wealthier than he let on at school where he generally acted like he had few possessions beyond a limited selection of generic shorts and T-shirts. His didn't even have a cell phone, much less his own car. She was even correct in her guess that he'd played Dungeons and Dragons fairly often in the past few years.

But he simply said, "I guess that works. But after that, I never want to hear you say the word 'nerd' again, okay? You're a good actress, but I don't believe you've actually changed your mind about socially labeling people and pigeonholing them one bit. You're just making a big exception for me because you like the way I fuck."

That was true, but Heather knew better than to admit it. She just continued to look at him with regretful, puppy dog eyes. She threw in an extra hurtful expression to pretend she was offended that he didn't believe her.

Alan continued, "If you do that and actually follow through by speaking to me in the halls, then great. But it's probably a moot point because you won't agree to my other demand. I don't like you cheating on Rock. It's not that I particularly care anything about him, though I do feel a bit bad for the guy, it's just that I have no desire to get beat up by him or his football player buddies. He looks exactly like the kind of dumb brute who would go postal and beat me within an inch of my life if he found out what you and I were doing. And you like to take chances and even rub his nose in it, like your whole crazy Baskin Robbins escapade. That's a recipe for disaster. Like I said, I have plenty of other women in my life. You're just not worth the risk."

Even though he said this, he was very much hoping she'd prove him wrong.

Heather greatly resented being called "not worth the risk," but at the same time it made her want to prove to him that she was worth it all the more. She replied, "You don't understand. I'm charmed. Charmed, I tell you! I don't get caught. Ever. And if I ever was I'm sure I could talk my way out of it. I'm not worried in the slightest."

"That's nice for you, Heather, but I AM worried. And that's what matters here."

"Alan, listen to me. You don't play the social game at school so you don't understand what's at stake here. I honestly don't like Rock at all. In fact, I loathe him and laugh at him behind his back. You know that. So normally I'd be more than glad to break up with him. But he's the star quarterback. Everyone at school falls all over each other just to smell his farts. He's my ticket to a guaranteed win in the homecoming queen race."

She grimaced with anger. "You don't know what goes on in my circles, but Donna is tough competition. She's got her own schemes and support network backing her up. Right now there's a sort of Cold War type peace between us. She's pretty much conceded my victory because I'm going steady with Rock. But without him, it could turn into a nasty knock down, drag out fight over who gets the homecoming queen title."

Alan hardly knew Donna, a beautiful brunette prima donna who was frighteningly similar to Heather in many ways, but he knew enough to know that Heather was probably largely accurate in her assessment. He asked, "What's the big deal about that title anyway? So you get to wear a tiara and wave at people for an evening. Big whoop."

"You don't get it! It's all about confirming my number one status. I can't stand to be number two. I can't do it! I won't!" She looked at him with a fierce determination. "That's NOT going to happen. Period!"

Alan was of two minds. A part of him hoped that his demands were too much for Heather because in his heart he knew she was a negative influence on him. But another part wanted to see her cave so she could be his wanton school fuck bunny, consequences be damned. Since she'd made the decision to stand tough, he decided that it was probably for the best that they go their own ways.

He said, "Well then. That's just too bad. I hope you find someone else who can take my place." He turned and began to walk away.

Heather's face looked resolute. But as it became clear he was really walking away, she caved. She could hardly believe what she was doing, but she yelled, "Wait!"

Alan stopped and turned around.

Heather was fairly confident that she could beat Donna without having Rock as a boyfriend, it would just be a lot more difficult. And she knew it really wouldn't be that big of a hit to be seen with Alan, provided she could boost his image first. It wasn't that she minded what she was losing that much, it was just the principle of losing that galled her.

But she said, "Okay. You win. I'll drop Rock like a stone. Ha ha, get it? Who knows, it might actually be better this way. A battle with Donna is something I could sink my teeth into. It might even be an amusing diversion, just so long as I win. But I'll need some time to let Rock down easy without a big blowup that'll damage my reputation even more, or arouse his suspicions. And don't think that this means I'll go out with YOU. I like you and all, but that's going too far. Your reputation can only be rehabilitated so much. If I was openly dating a nerd, okay, an ex-nerd, Donna would walk away with the title for sure."

Alan chuckled. "What makes you think I'd want to go out with you?"

After she failed to verbally respond to that, he paused and eyed her critically. "Huh. You do surprise me. If you're willing to do all that, I guess I can compromise."

CHAPTER 2

Heather could hardly believe how happy the deal made her. She decided that she absolutely had to have Alan's long shaft in her at that very moment. Fuck just shaking hands. "Not worth the risk" my ass! Let's do this right! She pulled her tank top off and stood there topless. "It's good doing business with you, kind sir. What say we do a little bit of celebrating to seal the deal?"

Alan looked around in a panic. "Heather, put your top back on already! What the hell are you thinking?! We're in the middle of the school parking lot!"

"I know," she smiled, unperturbed. "Isn't it fun?" She was wearing a short black skirt but pulled it up around her waist and spread her legs to better display her pussy to him. "Steaming hot pie is being served. Come and get it."

Alan immediately said, "Shush! Keep your voice down!" He rushed right up to her so he could block the view of her by putting his body in the way. He hoped that if anyone was looking at him from the general direction of the school they would be far enough away from them to make it look merely like two people standing close and talking to each other. But there was an open street in the other direction and nothing between the two of them and lots of traffic except for a sidewalk and a few more rows of parked cars.

He pressed himself closer to her so they were practically nose to nose. He admonished, "Put your clothes back on this instant! Don't be crazy!" Her bared nipples pressed into his T-shirt.

All of a sudden, Heather disengaged and walked to the side of her car. She took the tank top she held in one of her hands and slipped it into a car window she'd left partially open. Because the window had been opened just a little bit to help the car from overheating, there was no way for Alan to reach in and unlock the door to retrieve it.

She smiled devilishly as she said, "What, you said lock my clothes in the car? And keep them there until you've finished fucking me? Okay." Her hands went to her skirt and she made to pull it down her legs. "I guess you're the boss now that you beat me, and I'm just the helpless slut."

"Wait!" Alan said with great alarm.

Heather froze in place for the time being - mostly. She'd made her way back to the front of the car where Alan was, but he was still a few feet away from her and the front end of the car. She turned around so that her back was to Alan, then pulled her skirt up to her stomach and preened over the hood of the car. She could tell that Alan was struggling and trying to decide what to do, and she figured that if he had a great view of her exposed ass and pussy, that might push him in the right direction.

Alan tried to think. He looked around again and watched all the cars driving by. Luckily there were no traffic lights or stop signs nearby, so the cars were moving at a fast pace.

God, I can only hope that if anyone does looks over and sees us, they'll be out of sight before they can really figure out what's going on. But as bad as those cars over there are, the danger of some school official stumbling onto us is ten times worse! I mean, sure, this lot is completely empty of people now, but what if someone's sick and has to go home or they have an appointment? There are all kinds of reasons even teachers might come to this very lot to get their car!

I know Heather's got a talent for manipulating people, but there's no fucking way she could talk her away out of us being caught here like this! I mean, everything's just hanging out all over the place. First her tits and now her pussy. She's like, basically completely naked! This is completely out of control!

But while Alan's mind was thinking these rational thoughts, his body was reacting on a more primal level. He found himself incredibly aroused by Heather's daring nakedness and all the danger. The way Heather had started to rhythmically move her ass up and down and side to side wasn't exactly helping him to keep a level head either.

As he felt his resolve slipping, he cursed to her, "You were planning this all along, weren't you? Why the hell did you choose to meet me in the parking lot of all places?! You can't get any more wide open than this!"

"Oh, I can. I suspect you're going to open me up really wide and good right now." She let her skirt slide down her muscular legs until it was dangling off of one of her feet, then she picked it up and threw it over her shoulder. She used both hands to pull her pussy lips open wide to help illustrate her meaning.

"Heather!" Alan cried in frustration and animal lust. He'd seen her skirt go sailing completely over her car, so he scurried around the Mustang and picked it up. While he'd given up on rescuing her top, he hoped to at least get her to put the skirt back on. As he quickly returned to where he was standing, he complained, "That's not what I meant! Okay, fine, we can fuck, but not here! Not now!"

"But Alan," Heather said with uncommon calm, "why do you think I picked this spot?" She slithered her way towards Alan like a cheetah stalking its prey and slowly closing in for the kill. "It seems wide open, but no one ever comes here. This is the safest place in the school 'cos it's cut off from the buildings and on a different level. Believe you me, I know since I skip class so much." It was in fact far from the safest place, but she hoped that Alan was too overcome by lust to clearly think about it. She was very glad to be the one pulling the strings again and getting him all flustered, after having to make some inconvenient compromises. It salved her ego.

Alan found himself backing up as she steadily advanced.

She saw that he could back up forever in a wide open parking lot like this one, so she tried a different approach. She knew that Alan was overcome by lust but that he still needed a little more prodding to overcome his security issues. She sat up on the hood of the car and then laid down upon it as if posing for a centerfold photo.

It was a reasonably warm partly cloudy day and the metal on the hood was so hot that it almost burned her skin, but she didn't care. She thought, Soon, I'm going to be burning on the inside too, as Alan's molten hot cock slides in all the way. After a titanic, volcanic fuck, he'll erupt and shoot his hot lava all over my defenseless pussy!

Alan just gulped. He found himself pulled back towards her against his will. He thought, It's like I'm the Millenium Falcon, helplessly caught in the Death Star's tractor beam! What a good metaphor too, 'cos Heather's pure evil just like Darth Vader and his empire.

Heather stretched and purred like a kitten, or perhaps more fittingly for her personality, like a lioness. "What are you waiting for, big guy? The longer you stand there and dither, the greater the chance we'll get caught. I'm all helpless and naked. I'm YOUR helpless and naked slut, begging for your big fat cock! The sooner you finish fucking me, the sooner I can dress."

Alan yelped, "Cover yourself! This is insanity!" He stepped forward and handed her her skirt.

She just laughed and tossed her skirt over her shoulder again.

Alan looked all around and saw one male driver on the road staring right at Heather as he sped on by. This man was so transfixed that his car swerved wildly all over the road. It was a close thing that there wasn't an accident.

The wild swerving looked pretty hilarious from a distance, but Alan didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. He was so torn by the conflict between lust and danger that he thought he was losing his mind.

Heather responded to his call to cover herself by placing one of her hands over her pussy. She opened and closed the gaps between her fingers several times, effectively playing peek-a-boo and drawing even more of Alan's attention to her hot slit. "Is that better?" she asked in a voice dripping with desire.

Alan's mind boggled at how calm Heather appeared through all of this. She acted like lying naked on a car in the middle of the school day with cars driving by was something she did all the time and no particular big deal. But that was just how she looked on the outside, to better project her cool seductress pose.

On the inside, her heart was beating harder than it even had before. She had done a lot of wild things in her life, but nothing as crazy as this. She hadn't been on the hood for more than a minute and she was already dying to get off of it, especially since the hot metal was so uncomfortable, but it was a game of chicken to see who would break first. She would rather burn than lose.

CHAPTER 3

By this point, Alan was bursting with lust, anger, and incredulous shock. He couldn't believe how Heather had tricked him like this and couldn't believe what he was actually going to do. Seeing Heather sprawled across the hood of the car in such a public place was simply too arousing to resist.

"Okay, I'll fuck you, but only if you come down here this second!" He was rather futilely trying to convince himself that he was only fucking her to put her in a less exposed position so they wouldn't both get caught.

Heather just about flew off the hood and into Alan's arms. She didn't want him to know, but she was extremely relieved to retreat from such an exposed position and find shelter in the relative safety of his warm embrace. In her heart of hearts, she knew that she'd gone too far and taken an unacceptable risk. But she'd dared and triumphed. It felt fantastic.

Alan yelled with malice, "Oh, I'll fuck you, all right. I'll fuck you good! Turn around and take it doggy style like the bitch that you are!"

Heather eagerly complied. She put her hands on the hood as if she was about to be frisked by a police officer. The thought of being frisked while wearing nothing but a pair of high heels turned her on even more. She thrust her ass back at an outrageous angle, ready and willing to be probed and invaded.

Alan fumbled with his shorts. He was too nervous and excited to properly get the zipper down. Imagining all kinds of drivers and passers by watching, he still tried to crowd his body right up next to Heather's to reduce the chance of her being seen. But with his penis practically poking into her bare, deeply tanned ass, things were just too exciting and he still couldn't manage his zipper. He knew that they were in great danger of getting caught and his anxiety increased with every passing second.

He finally just yanked his shorts down so he could get on with it. They dropped all the way down until they were dangling around one of his ankles, leaving his ass completely bare in case anyone from school happened to look in his direction.

But he didn't care. His mind was so overtaken by lust that he couldn't think straight. His heart pounded like a hammer so loudly that he could hardly hear anything over the din. Even his sight was reduced to tunnel vision, which the human body does sometimes at times of great crisis.

Alan grabbed Heather's ass with both hands and rammed his penis all the way in her pussy with one massive thrust. "God DAMN you, bitch! How DARE you! Fuck! Fuck with me?! I'll fuck YOU! I'll show you!"

Heather was excited beyond belief. She loved how Alan was taking charge and acting so aggressively. She loved how she'd made him do something he didn't really want to do. She loved the thrill of possibly getting caught. She loved watching the cars drive by and seeing the startled looks of some of the drivers. She loved the powerful thrusts pistoning in and out of her.

Oh yes, fuck me you well hung stud! Fuck me like you really mean it! Make me take every last inch of your eight incredible inches until I'm screaming for mercy! FUCK ME!

She tried to remain standing with just her hands on her car propping her up, because she didn't want to dirty herself any more than she already was (the car actually was quite clean, but Heather didn't want any dirt on her skin at all).

But Alan continued to nail her so hard that she was inevitably pushed into the bodywork of her car.

Before long, she was bent over with her big breasts pressed into the dirty and hot metal of the car's hood, where she'd just been sprawled out. At first she was disgusted by the dirt, but soon enough she loved that too. It made her feel more feral and wanton to fuck with complete disregard to her surroundings.

Alan repeatedly slammed her into the front end of the car like he was trying to drive her clear through it. He fucked her as fast and deep and hard as he possibly could. He was as angry as he could get and also mindful of the urgent need to finish up quickly.

After his initial verbal outburst, he did have enough presence of mind to remember that screaming and yelling made it a lot more likely that they would be found out. So he restricted himself to impassioned groans and grunts as he pummeled her pussy.

Heather, likewise, wanted to scream like a banshee at the top of her lungs but she knew that wasn't prudent. She also ended up grunting and moaning so loudly that they could be heard from a fair distance away. It was simply impossible to remain quiet while being fucked so hard and so good.

Alan had contempt for guys who lost control in less than five minutes, but that's exactly what he did this time. In just a little over three minutes, he started to shoot his seed into her with tremendous force. But what a three minutes they were. Alan had never fucked anyone as intensely before. His penis moved so fast it was almost a blur.

And when his climax came, he truly climaxed. True, he didn't have much cum to give after being tapped out in recent days, but that didn't faze him or Heather. With one final great thrust, he drove so deep into her that it seemed as if he would truly split her in two. He actually saw stars.

Heather loved it so much that she came hard too, right on cue. Their mutual orgasms helped propel them to higher and higher peaks of ecstasy.

After hitting his mountainous peak, Alan didn't have much left. He kept his dick all the way in her because he was too overwhelmed to withdraw, and collapsed on top of her. But still, his penis jerked and jerked, pumping out the rest of his ropes of thick cum until he was completely tapped out. He felt so satiated that it seemed like he'd never need to cum again. The sky started to go black...

The next thing he knew, his body was lying directly against the hot metal hood of the car and his face was pressed painfully against it. Hands were pulling his shorts up.

He turned around and managed to sit up just as Heather finished pulling his shorts up. He noticed that she was dressed again, but still looking very sweaty and disheveled. There were scuff marks on her arms and legs. He could even see indentations on her face where it had been flattened into some piece of car trim. Nonetheless, she looked great. She had that "just fucked" look that some women sometimes try to imitate by having their long hair deliberately fall out of place, but she didn't have to fake it because she indeed had just been royally fucked.

She chuckled. "Looks like we both passed out. Who knows how long we've been lying here?"

"Oh shit!" Alan stood and looked around frantically.

She laughed. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I checked the clock in my car just now. I was only out a minute or two, and you took just a little bit longer. No way could I sleep smushed up against the hot hood of my baby. But still, we should probably get back." She moved to the side of her car and began arranging her hair by the reflection of the shiny metal on the side of her car.

Alan just breathed for a minute. He was too overcome to do any more. Then, after a brief scan to confirm they hadn't been spotted, he said, "You tricked me. Again. I feel used. Again. Fuck."

She turned to him and smiled. "But wasn't it great? Wasn't that the best fuck ever? Man, I've NEVER been fucked like that! Not even by you. Short, yes, but oh so sweet." She joked, "Next time, I want you to actually fuck me as I lie across the hood. You say you want me to acknowledge you at school, so next time, let's do it on one of the cafeteria tables at lunch, ha ha!"

Even though she was joking, Alan was staggered at that thought. His mouth gaped.

Heather continued on happily, oblivious to his shock, "I'm already not regretting our deal. That fuck alone was worth it! I want you to do that to me every single day, baby." She actually leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek in an affectionate and intimate manner.

That snapped him out of his daze. He looked at her with great determination and said in a stern voice, "Well, I am doing some regretting. I have a new demand to make and it's non-negotiable. I'll fuck you, yes, but it certainly won't be every day because your cover story for me isn't that far off. I AM busy with some pretty amazing women when I'm not at school, and I'm not talking just about Amy. Any fucking will happen at the time and place of MY choosing. No more pressure, no more little notes delivered by your underlings. There will be no next time, if you're thinking up more insanity like this. And I'm not even going to think about fucking you until you come through on the rest of our deal. No more treating me like a leper and I want you to break up with Rock. Is that clear?"

She looked sad as she tried to wipe her skin clean. "It's clear. The only thing is you said you'd give me some time. I'll need about two weeks to arrange things with Rock. The poor fool thinks he's deeply in love with me. It'll be hard to shake him without clueing him in to the truth."

"Okay, you have until the end of next week with him. But I won't even think about fucking you again until you speak to me in the halls and treat me like I don't have some kind of disease. ... And... shit! Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! I didn't use a condom. GOD, I'm so stupid!"

Heather ran a finger underneath his chin. "I know you're not stupid about protection. You just can't resist me. Join the club."

Alan wanted to make a gagging gesture at her arrogant "join the club" comment, but he was too worried about the time ticking away to start a fight.

She added, huskily, "Besides, bareback feels soooo goooood... Mmmm.... God DAMN, that was an excellent fuck!" Quickly switching gears from moony to business-like, she added, "And anyway, you have nothing to worry about. I'm clean. I get checked regularly."

Alan had his doubts about that, but rather than press the issue he just asked, "How long have I been here, exactly?"

"Don't worry, baby. If you go now, you'll still be back in the twenty minute time frame. No one will ever be the wiser. It's like I told you, I never get caught."

Alan walked off, but he was upset with himself. God damn letting my dick do all the thinking. Shit. Heather needs to be brought to heel. She seriously needs to be tamed, and good. She's a God damned menace to society! I can't BELIEVE she got me to fuck her in the parking lot. Actually writhing around while lying naked on the hood of her car?! Okay, it was hot as Hell, but still a mind-bogglingly stupid thing to do. Never again, that's for sure!

CHAPTER 4

Alan finished the rest of his fifth period class still stewing at Heather. He hated feeling manipulated by her yet again, but after he calmed down some he realized, There are worse things than being "forced" to have a fantastic and intense fuck with Heather. As long as we weren't seen, then no harm, no foul. I'll just have to make sure I'll never allow myself to have such reckless public sex with anyone ever again. And I'll try harder to stay in control and on top of things whenever I'm around her. She's like some kind of Satanic succubus. The key is being able to fuck the succubus without sending your soul to Hell. That's a nice trick, if you can do it.

After the short but physically intense fuck, he wasn't looking forward to his sixth period tennis class. But in the end it wasn't so bad because his body rose to the occasion. He lost two matches and won one, which put him in the middle of the pack for the tournament as a whole. He was fine with that result. Truth be told, he didn't really care that much. He did exert a solid effort, but things like his appointment with Akami later in the day were much more important to him. He hurried home and squeezed in a half an hour nap before he had to leave to meet Akami.

As Alan drove to his appointment with Akami, he realized, Shit, I've only cum once today, and it's nearly five o'clock. That's pathetic. There's no way I'm going to make it to six times today. All I want to do is sleep. No doubt Akami will want me to cum twice or three times, and then there's the women waiting at home, wanting to play even more. But I just can't do it. I've gone eight, six, four - today I'll probably manage two.

Six times a day every single day is just fucking impossible. If it weren't for the likes of Brenda showing up, and the amazing and creative things that keep happening to me, I couldn't have made it this far. Shit. I'll be so embarrassed if I get to Akami's and I can't even get it up once. I might have to tell Akami that six times just isn't realistic and we need to make some kind of change.

But as Alan continued to drive to the appointment, he psyched himself up. Rather than go in complaining, he determined to go in confident, energetic, and aggressive. As a sign of this new attitude, he met Akami in Dr. Fredrickson's waiting room with a polite wave, but then as soon as the door to the examination room closed, he kissed Akami passionately on the mouth before she had a chance to speak. Taken aback at first, she began kissing back. They kissed for several minutes while Alan fumbled around with buttons and zippers, getting her dress off.

Finally he succeeded in getting her dress off even as he simultaneously managed to take off his shorts. They ended the kissing.

"My! That certainly is one way to say hello to your nurse!" Akami said, pleasantly surprised.

"Akami, you don't know the half of it. You wouldn't believe all the things that happened to me since our last meeting two weeks ago. I want to show you some of them personally. My life has totally changed for the better, thanks to you and my unique diagnosis."

He quickly undid her bra and pulled down her panties. The very idea of finding a bra and having to take it off was almost entirely foreign to him now, since all the women he played with were usually naked or free of underwear to begin with (except for his teacher Glory, who still dressed conservatively in class. She usually left him a lot to take off during lunch).

"Whoa boy," Akami said as she halfheartedly tried to prevent him from taking off her panties. He pulled them down a bit and was reaching for her slit when she grabbed his wrists. "Hold on just a second. I'm excited to be shown those things you're talking about. But first, this is a medical appointment, and we actually do need to get a few formalities out of the way. Namely, your blood test. Let's do that now, so we can have nothing but fun afterwards."

"Okay," Alan agreed, seeing the logic in her idea. Not to mention, despite his show of eagerness, he wasn't actually that horny. He hoped that if his mind led, the rest of his body would follow, but that hadn't completely happened yet. He took off his shirt and lay in the examination chair, putting his feet in the stirrups. He sat completely naked, not bothering this time with his usual flimsy patient gown.

"By the way," he asked while Akami readied the needle dressed only in her panties, "where is Dr. Fredrickson? I haven't seen him since the first time I came in here."

"He's in his office down the hall. You'll remember after your first appointment he agreed to give me complete authority over your case, so he stays out of direct involvement. I periodically report to him about you. If you want to see him today I can get him later."

All that was true, but she neglected to mention what he was doing in his office. After Alan's second appointment, Dr. Fredrickson had several video cameras secretly and very unobtrusively installed in the examination room where Alan had all his appointments.

However, Akami was fully aware of the cameras. She certainly wasn't happy about them, but felt she had no choice but to give the doctor permission to use them. A sound system allowed him to hear every word spoken quite clearly as well. The doctor continued to fuck Akami on a daily basis, but he also got off watching, especially if were to involve a drop dead gorgeous woman like Susan fucking her son and a pretty nurse. That's what the doctor was hoping for, although it had yet to happen.

At the very moment Alan asked the question, Dr. Fredrickson sat in his office without any pants or underwear on, adjusting the controls from several video monitors and getting ready for a show. Susan was the main attraction for him. She was the reason he risked his career and a prison sentence, because of the chance to watch her and maybe even do something with her. But he was disappointed that Susan hadn't shown up to accompany Alan. Watching Akami fool around with Alan was fun and got him off, but was a pale second to Susan since he already knew Akami and her body intimately.

"Yeah, why don't we do that." Alan wanted to meet the doctor again. Although he loved fooling around with Akami, he wanted some reassurance that he actually did have a medical problem needing treatment, and wasn't just being told a story so Akami could have fun. Not that he would change anything or even tell anyone if it was all a lie, but he wanted to know for himself.

Akami answered, "Okay, sure. Why don't we do that when we're done? Meanwhile, as I do this and run a few checks, why don't you tell me about your last two weeks? Sounds like you have quite a story to tell."

"Yeah, I sure do! Man, I don't even know where to begin. Two weeks is too long. It seems like years since I saw you last. Let's see. I'll just leap straight into it. A couple of days ago, I woke up with my mother's mouth wrapped around my penis. She likes to suck me off a lot. Then later in the day the head cheerleader at my school came over and fucked me in my bed. I'm also fucking another cheerleader and my sister at the same time. Yep, that's right. My sister. Then there's my neighbor Suzanne; you've met her. She likes to blow me as much as my mom. Then there's my beautiful history teacher. She helps me climax every lunch at school. As you can see, I'm getting a lot of help. It's fantastic."

"Holy cow!" said the nurse, truly shocked. "I figured something like that was happening, but I had no idea. I can't believe you're the same shy and virginal boy who first came in here. No wonder your penis is only partially hard. I'm amazed you can get it up at all."

Continuing his bluster, Alan decided to go all the way with a front of confidence. "Oh, but I can, and I will. Today I plan to finally fuck your pussy after you teased me so many times. At home I have my pick of four incredibly beautiful women who all want to make me orgasm next. Every day, it seems things get more and more intense."

She took it as a given that she would be fucked. She was so excited by that prospect and what he was saying that she picked up a stethoscope to see just how fast her heart was beating. She could no longer look him in the face because she was too busy staring at his crotch.

She asked him, "How could it possibly get any more intense?" She put the stethoscope on one of her nipples. She gasped at the feeling of cold steel and then put it on the other one.

"Believe it or not, I haven't actually fucked some of these people yet, like my mom or my teacher. But they're soooo ready to go, and so am I. Kinda like you and me. You are overdue to get fucked. Are you ready to do it right now?"

"Well hold on a minute. Are you... I don't know how to put this. Are you turning into an uncontrollable sex maniac?" She was suddenly genuinely worried about Alan. She slipped the hand not holding the probing stethoscope down her panties.

"Well kind of, but no. Really the answer is no. The fact is, yes, I've become addicted to sex, thanks to your treatment for my lack of energy. But I'm still maintaining other things in my life. For instance, I'm still studying and doing things with my friends." Alan was exaggerating on these points - sex was taking over all his free time.

"And I've gotten more sexually aggressive, but I'm still a pretty mild guy. I would never rape a woman or do something like that. It's confidence combined with manners and control, which I guess is a rare combination women really find attractive. In fact, I think I've had an almost incredible level of self-control, if I do say so myself.

"Huh?"

Finally she pulled herself together a bit, and struck a more professional tone. "That's a pretty remarkable story," she conceded. "I must say I'm a bit worried about you and some of these women, that things may be going too far. But at the same time it gets me pretty hot. All your talk of incest is so ... wrong, but so ... hot! Damn! Let me get this done so we can get down to some serious fucking. We can talk more about this later."

The nurse finished drawing blood in record time.

CHAPTER 5

Once they had all their business out of the way, Alan said, "Akami, take my place in the examination chair. I'm going to see just how wet you've gotten."

She eagerly obeyed his command. All the talking about his sex life was slowly reviving his libido, but he still wasn't fully there. He'd gotten erect talking to Akami, but then the shot caused him to go flaccid again. Somehow, he'd have to start all over on another erection.

Spreading the stirrups with her feet in them as wide as possible, he dropped down on his knees and began licking her pussy. He didn't know licking a pussy from a hole in the ground (so to speak!) but it was described in the sex books he'd been reading lately, so he thought now was as good a time to try it out as any. Mostly he thought of doing it so he could stall for time and hide the fact that his penis still wasn't hard.

Akami didn't really notice his inexperience. She was beside herself with joy because cunnilingus was something her regular lover, Dr. Fredrickson, never did, as he found having a nose in someone's pubic hair to be repugnant.

Actually the hair wasn't an issue. Although her pussy was unshaven, she had a rather sparse bush. He found he could lick her pussy lips without touching any of her pubic hair. He was very tentative and a little grossed out, but she loved it just the same. It was a lucky thing for him that his first time wasn't with someone more experienced with it, like Suzanne, or he might have been chastised.

Akami loved getting eaten out. She had more multiple orgasms and leaked more cum than she ever had before. But it only inflamed her need. Soon she was begging him, "Fuck me! Enough of that! Take me! I want your cock, not your tongue! Do me! FUCK me!" She yelled this so loud that Dr. Fredrickson didn't need the secretly placed speakers to hear her quite clearly from his office.

Alan pulled off of her altogether. The delay, along with the smell and taste of her private place, made his penis hard and ready to fuck. But rather than satisfy her sexual cravings, he just stood there as she squirmed around in agony and anticipation. "Nurse, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But do you remember what you said last time? You said titfucks were very therapeutic. I completely agree, and believe me, I've been practicing them a lot, just as you requested. You said I should come back here and titfuck you again, then we could compare and contrast with a real fucking. So why don't we do that?"

"NoooOOOOoooo!" Akami cried in desperation. "Let's do it the other way around! Real fuck first and titfuck later! I can't wait!" She frigged her pussy with her fingers, but that just made her want Alan's real, larger penis in her pussy that much more.

When he got ready to put his dick into her, he knew she would scream even louder, and he was worried about Dr. Fredrickson hearing (not to mention the rest of the neighborhood), so he decided to lay down on her chest and stick his fingers back in her mouth since he was too tall to fuck her while kissing her. That quieted her just like giving a baby a pacifier, but he was slightly pained when he finally speared her pussy since she reflexively bit down on his fingers.

Alan fucked her hard for many long minutes. He liked the fact that he had the nurse in the usual position of a patient on the examination table. It made him feel like a very naughty doctor.

After about twenty minutes, he played out his doctor fantasy more overtly. He said to Akami, "Nurse, you seem quite hot. I'm afraid I'm going to have to measure your temperature. Turn over so I can insert a rectal thermometer."

Akami turned over and presented her ass to him, expecting that he would take her up there. He considered it, but decided that was too gross. Instead, they did it doggy style. Akami was just as fine with the new position.

But after several more minutes, they changed positions again. Alan had her sit on top of him. He watched her boobs rotate in circles and she bounced up and down on his pole. They fucked and fucked and fucked, and then fucked some more. Akami could not believe how long he could fuck her without cumming. It was far beyond anything she had ever experienced or even heard about.

At first she was greatly enjoying it, but then she began a nearly nonstop climax. He kept on fucking until she transcended to a level of being literally fucked senseless. She clenched the sides of the examination table and held on for dear life. She had no idea who she was, where she was, or what she was doing. She simply gave herself completely to the overwhelming pleasures engulfing her body. Alan was enjoying it too, but it wasn't the transcendent experience of total gratification being reached by Akami.

They had lost all track of time when he finally emptied his hot load of cum into her. They'd completely forgotten to use a condom, but he figured correctly she was on birth control pills. She fell back on top of him, and they lay there exhausted on the examination chair for many minutes.

However, while Akami felt exhausted, Alan felt re-energized. Despite all the exertion, he felt better and more energetic than when he entered the office. He wasn't sure whether the sex was just good therapy or if bravado could be a self-fulfilling prophesy, but he was definitely amazed at himself. He had reserves of energy he never knew existed. He'd just gone with the flow and ceased to care, and the result was surprisingly good. He felt like he'd entered some kind of zone, like a runner who ran so long that he ceased to feel tired.

CHAPTER 6

At first Akami simply stared into the ceiling as if struck dumb. It took a while for her to regain her wits. But as they continued to rest, she whispered sweet nothings in his ear, telling him what a great lover he was. Whispering extremely quietly and directly into his ear, she said, "Don't repeat this or say it out loud, but just between me and your ear, that was the best fuck I've ever had, bar none. And I've had quite a few."

She whispered quietly, for she knew Dr. Fredrickson would be listening and watching from the other room. Given that the doctor was fucking Akami on a daily basis, he wouldn't be exactly pleased to hear how much better a lover she thought Alan was.

She got back up and sat down on a chair. Alan also sat in the other chair the room had. She put on her demeanor of being a professional nurse as best she could in the circumstances, such as still being totally naked and being nearly fucked out of her mind. "Okay, after that, I think I can put your earlier story into better perspective. Alan, you're a very impressive lover. That's the fucking understatement of the year. Those women you say are nymphomaniacs - you've made them that way."

"I have?"

"Definitely. I definitely, definitely, see what you mean about having a lot of self-control! Doing the titfuck first nearly killed me with anticipation. And then with the fuck, you kept pausing and recovering, and then coming back for more. It was unreal! It was like five fucks at once. Do you please them like you just pleasured me?"

"Hmm. I have to admit, that was probably my most impressive fuck yet. I don't know what it is, but my penis just kept staying hard. It's been doing that a lot lately. I think having pretty women give me prolonged stimulations every day has caused my penis to build up endurance levels that I didn't know were even possible. I mean, I'm erect almost all the time now, and it feels fine. Like Tuesday, I did it eight times, and I've even done it nine times in one day. Nine very prolonged stimulations."

"Holy... fucking... shit," Akami said, her mouth literally dropping open. She thought, Imagine this kid fucking me like that, but lasting literally for hours! No way! He could seriously kill someone. Death by fucking. What a way to go. If I could do that eight or nine times a day... I'd be in the insane asylum by the end of the week! Composing herself, she said with a nurse's demeanor, "I see. Very interesting. I definitely approve of you being more active this week so you can keep your average up. Do you think you could sustain that higher level for a longer period of time?"

"I don't know. Sometimes my penis feels really good and sometimes not so good. Right now it feels not so good. To be honest, you should have seen how I felt when I came in here. I was feeling like I couldn't take any more. But just when I thought I was all used up, I have a great fuck, as you know firsthand. It's weird. It seems like the longer this six times a day treatment goes on, the easier it is for my penis to stay hard for a really long time. Your tip to strengthen my PC muscle has helped, but it's more than that. I mean, how long were we going at it? Like thirty minutes, at full speed? But I'm already feeling hard again."

Akami was fascinated. "Wow. Your case is so interesting; I think it would make a good clinical case study. For instance, I wonder if your idea of such increased prowess through practice can be verified and objectively measured."

"Well, perhaps if you kidnapped me and did nothing but have me fuck you all day for weeks on end, we could establish a statistically significant body of data on it," Alan teased.

"Perhaps. God, don't I wish! But seeing how I can't kidnap you any time soon, why don't we add one more data point right now, by having you fuck me again?"

"If it's for the advancement of scientific knowledge..." Alan said joking, as he climbed on top of Akami. "Don't forget though," he added, "we need to take a sperm sample."

"Damn. I was hoping you could shoot all over my face and chest this time so we could save that for fuck number three."

He laughed. "Believe me, I've noticed that trick before." He thought of how his mother forgot to do the abnormality check so they'd have to do it again.

"Oh, by the way," Akami said as Alan slid his penis in her pussy. "As you may know, your mother talked to me again on the phone earlier today. We talked a lot about these abnormality checks she's been giving you. I didn't even know she was doing that to you. I think it was just a trick all along so she could get to know your penis. She seems quite keen on you, you know. She got quite horny just talking to me about all of this, although she'd deny it. She says one thing, but her tone of voice says another. I doubt she realized how heavily she was breathing into the phone. I think you should do it with her."

That sent Alan into overdrive. My mom was using the abnormality check just as an excuse to get physical with me? No way. Shit. So that means that the very first Tuesday of mad cocksucking, she was planning that all along! No fucking way. That gets me so powerfully aroused! He shouted, "Look out, Akami!" He tackled her to the floor.

Once again, Alan gave Akami a mind-bending fuck, this time right on the floor. It wasn't quite as intense for her and she didn't lose her senses, but it was better for him. As they climaxed, he huffed and puffed, shouting, "Uh! Uh! Oh! Fu-! Fuck! Su-! Sus-!" Realizing he was starting to say his mother's name, he tried to cover it up. "Sue Me! ... Suzy! ... Suzanne! Fuck me Suzanne!"

Once they were done, Alan was a bit miffed that Akami was chuckling. "What?" he asked testily.

"'Sue me?' Do you have some kind of lawsuit fetish? A desire to be sued at the height of climax?" She chuckled some more.

"That wasn't it. I just tripped over my tongue. I was trying to say Suzanne."

"Mmmm hmm. I'm sure it wasn't some other older woman whose name begins with Su- that you were thinking of saying. What was that you said earlier? 'You know the Freudian thing guys have for their moms.'"

Alan repeated defiantly, "I was trying to say Suzanne. She's really hot." He grew sullen and quiet. Akami decided it was a sore point and refrained from any further ribbing.

On the positive side, they did get a sperm sample, which was a good thing, because there was no way he could possibly manage a third time right then. Akami had made him pull out just before he came so he could shoot into a jar.

His penis seemed to give out right after that, and his energy level crashed completely. He wondered if he'd even manage to drive home safely, he felt so tired.

Akami wasn't much better. Her pussy was so sore that she could barely walk. She was grateful that his was the last appointment of the day because it would be all she could manage just to get home and take a long, hot bath to recover.

So reluctantly Akami had to end his appointment. She put on her lab jacket, but she felt so thoroughly fucked that it seemed a shame to confine her still throbbing pussy, so that was all she wore. But before it was over, she discussed his medical condition some more. "Alan, I wanted to mention that your latest test results show good news. Your thyroid levels are up 25 percent. So that means you should be having more energy, though you may not be feeling it yet. Remember how that's the point of all this sexual activity?"

"Oh yeah," he responded, only half joking. Having to cum six times a day had become an end goal in and of itself, and while six times was a little much, he certainly didn't want to stop his sexual fun completely. Susan and everyone else gave little thought any more to the connection between the sexual activity and his energy level. But he still greatly desired having more energy and not having to always take a nap or feel like a useless rag.

Akami resumed, "I'm very keen to see what the blood test we did today will show, to see if that was a one time fluctuation or if it can be equaled or hopefully bettered. This new level is good, but you could stand to boost your thyroid 100 percent, not just 25. So I'll call in a couple of days and let you know. Depending on the results, we might have to make some changes in your regimen."

He nodded in understanding. He asked, "Is there any way we could make it five or four times a day?"

"I'm not sure. I can't make any promises. Depending on the results, we might even have to increase it to seven or eight times a day."

Alan sighed. He thought, Impossible. Completely impossible. Six times a day is the absolute outer limit. Please may the results not fall that way. I just couldn't take that much help.

She didn't mean that of course, since there were no real medical tests to base such a decision on; she just wanted to see what his reaction would be. She was intrigued at just how far one person could go. She took mercy on him and decided never to mention going more than six times a day again.

She added, "Also, if you're still feeling sluggish, here's prescription for a potent vitamin supplement. You don't actually need a prescription for it, but this note will help make sure you pick the right one." Akami wrote a surprisingly long note while the both of them sat nearly naked in their chairs.

She handed it to him and he took it and read it immediately, curious about its length. It read, "If you want vitamins, here's the name." A certain type of multivitamin was listed. But below that, it continued, "But screw vitamins. I shouldn't be doing this and I could get in trouble so keep it under your hat, but here's my home phone number." The number was listed, and her e-mail too. She went on in the note, "I can't wait two whole weeks until you fuck me again! PLEASE CALL ME, ANYTIME! I know you've got a lot of amazing people helping you out, but I'll make you feel soooo good. I promise! Love Akami."

Many words were underlined for emphasis, such as the word "ANYTIME," which she underlined three times. Alan took the note, and with a poker face simply put it in his pocket. There was something about Akami's vibe today that gave him the feeling he was being watched. He thought suspiciously, Why does she say this in a note, instead of telling it to me?

But he held his tongue for the moment, and he replied in a bland voice, "I will follow this prescription to your satisfaction, nurse. Thank you very much." He put his hand on the doorknob as if to go.

"Oh, will you? Good!" she said excitedly. She wasn't as good at acting as he was. "I'll go get the doctor now."

Just as he was turning the doorknob, she said, "Oh wait. Clothes first." Alan looked down and realized he was buck naked. Akami also was only wearing an open lab coat. They both went to get their clothes amidst much laughter. Alan was very chagrined that he'd almost walked out into the hallway in the buff, although it actually wouldn't have mattered much since Akami always arranged for the office to be completely empty of patients and even other staff during his appointments.

Before she put on her clothes, Akami pointed toward her wispy bush and said, "Remember Alan, you always have a special home here at the doctor's office. Right here between my legs. Next time, come well rested. I want to see just how many 'sperm samples' it takes to fill me up to overflowing."

"Will do."

"By the way," Akami added, "I'm still very concerned about this nymphomania problem. Please try to stay on top of your studies and have a social life with friends. There's more to life than sex, believe it or not. And regarding your sister Katherine, her case sounds very severe. I think it would be good if we could schedule an appointment so she could come in here and we could test to see if her sexual response falls within the norm."

Alan greatly clarified the message: "In other words, you want to have lot of sex with her."

"That's another way to put it," Akami said, smiling. "But don't worry, if either you or your sister or both of you come here in the future, there's no charge. Hell, I'll pay YOU if I have to. Both of you is better. And next time, let's make sure Susan comes in with you too, but only if she wants to play. Otherwise, for the love of God, come alone. "

"Yeah, I think she'd be into playing, now. At least watching, I should hope. She was a bit scared of you before, I think."

"She had a very different attitude on the phone, that's for sure. She was treating me like her savior for helping to initiate your treatment program."

Akami finished putting on her clothes. "In any case, why don't we go out and say hello to the doctor. I think its better you see him in the lobby than in here, since this room positively reeks of sex."

Just before leaving the room, Alan said, "I'll mention the idea of coming in to Katherine. I have a strong feeling she'll say yes." To himself, he added, But first I have to find out what this whole secret note thing was about.

As he walked out, Akami thought to herself, Such a good kid. So all around decent. He makes me feel so good. I feel awful about this video thing, even if the doctor is forcing me. I have to do something. He melted my brain, and I'm standing by silent? I can't let that happen. If the doctor films Alan and Susan next time, they could be blackmailed for life!

Dr. Fredrickson meanwhile had turned off his video cameras, shut and locked the cabinets where the video monitors were hidden, and put on his pants. At Akami's insistence, his video system had no way to record, so when the show was over it was over. Akami understandably didn't want videos made of her that could somehow wind up in the wrong hands and get her in a heap of trouble.

There was nothing else worth watching outside of Alan's appointments, so he typically only opened those cabinets once every two weeks. However, that morning Dr. Fredrickson came up with a good idea, and used a camera on a tripod to take photographs of the video screen while it was playing. That way, he could have something to masturbate to later. Akami would have been very upset to know about the pictures he was getting, but he hadn't told her about them yet.

He thought to himself, I should have thought this through and not resorted to half measures. Next time I'm gonna get another video camera to film the whole video as it happens. That'll show Akami!

He juggled taking pictures with masturbating while watching the live video feed. He jacked off several times watching Alan and Akami, turned on by Alan's explanation of his sex life at home even more than the visuals of fucking. The doctor was more than a little jealous of Alan's situation.

"Hi Dr. Fredrickson," Alan said, extending his hand for a handshake as the doctor walked into the lobby.

"How you doin' Alan? I haven't seen you in a while. When Akami takes on your appointments, that gives me a chance to bury my head in paperwork. How are things at home, and with your beautiful mother Susan?"

Dr. Fredrickson smiled broadly at Alan, but Alan got the feeling that the friendliness was phony and the doctor was pissed off at him for some reason. But he kept up the charade.

"Oh, things are good. Same ol' same ol.' I'll tell her you said hello."

Needless to say, Alan didn't do anything special on Friday night. It was a near miracle he could summon the energy to eat dinner. He had big plans to go on his second "non-romantic date" with Christine, but he felt so out of sorts that he had to call her up before dinner and reschedule. Christine had something else planned for Saturday night so they planned to do something on Sunday night.

Suzanne came over right after the meal, eager to do something with him. She actually wanted to take him out on the town (and while out of the house, continue where she left off with her "Elle" seduction the weekend before). But she quickly realized that the best Alan could do was fight to stay awake so he wouldn't go to sleep at an absurdly early hour.

It was Suzanne's cocksucking turn, but she could see he wasn't up to it, so they just watched television together. He turned in not long after and was in bed by nine o'clock. Despite his appointment with Akami, he still only had four orgasms so far.

Susan wanted to give him a handjob as part of her extensive goodnight kiss so he wouldn't be too far off from his six target, but his penis didn't respond easily. They just French kissed for a while, and he ended up two below his target for the day.

CHAPTER 7 (Saturday, Nov. 9)

Alan took advantage of the weekend and slept twelve hours. When he woke up the next morning, after nine o'clock, he felt like a new man. And it was a lucky thing, too, because after having gone merely four times a day for two days in a row, the women were all keen to make sure he would have an extra-active day to make up for it.

Susan cooked her son breakfast, but when she was done she had to leave to run some errands. Katherine was still asleep from having gone to bed much later, and Suzanne hadn't come over yet for the same reason.

But right as Susan made to leave, Amy came over. She told Amy that Alan's penis was extremely sad and that she should help "visually stimulate" it.

Amy clapped her hands in glee. Once Susan was gone, she hurried home and immediately came back with something scanty to wear. She used the underwear cabinet to change, as usual. Her outfit, if it could be called that, was a robe that failed to even come down to her pussy and exposed her shaven folds to anyone who cared to look. It used to be much longer, but she'd shortened it to a very strategically sexy length.

Amy walked into the dining room where Alan was still eating breakfast. He took a look at her and nearly choked on his French toast. "Amy," he sputtered, "quick, you'd better change out of that."

"What? You don't like it? I made it especially short, just for you."

"That was very nice of you. I think it's great. But my mom's just gone shopping for groceries and she'll be back soon. She'll have a hissy fit if she sees you like that."

Amy smiled happily. "No she won't. I'm sure of it because she's the one who told me to wear this. She told me you weren't being stimulated enough in the past couple of days and that I was supposed to stimulate you."

Alan nearly choked on his food again. "She said that? She told you that you could stimulate me? Did she say how? Like with your hands or mouth or something?"

"No. She just said you needed a lot of stimulation today. I'm the only one around to help, I guess." Amy purposely failed to mention that Susan only meant visual stimulation. She twirled around. The robe was cut even shorter in the back. More than half of her ass was exposed. Alan's eyes went wider in response. She noticed his happy reaction, and turned around again, making sure to bend over lewdly this time. With both hands wrapped tightly around one of her ankles, she winked at Alan as she looked him, upside down, from between her legs.

Alan rapidly stuffed his food down his mouth so his hands could be freed. "Stay like that," he said as he unconsciously licked his lips.

"M'kay," she answered happily as she thrust her naked ass further up towards where he sat. She reached her left hand up to her pussy and absent-mindedly rubbed her lips as she added, "Gee, I never realized how cold this house can be sometimes. Do you feel a breeze?"

Then Alan thought to himself, How strange. But then what isn't strange lately? Mom did say last night that she expected a big orgasm day from me today, but why would she include Amy? I thought she was protective of her, just like Suzanne is. But should I look a gift horse in the mouth? Or, more appropriately, a gift horse in the ass. What a lovely ass. How am I supposed to say no to that ass?

Actually, now that I think about it, the other day Mom did say that nothing should be denied me. That was in relation to Brenda, but surely if she felt that way about Brenda, she feels the same about Amy?

Alan finished off his last bite and put his silverware down. He reached out and grabbed Amy's ass. He said to her, "If you're going to stimulate me, you're doing a good job already. But do you remember what I told you before, about the three parts of the female a man likes the best?"

She giggled as she once again grabbed hold of her ankles while Alan gently massaged her perfect derriere. "Gosh. That's easy. The boobies, the puss, and the ass. Everyone knows that."

He ran his fingers up and down her ass crack, and didn't hesitate to probe her pussy lips. "Yeah. This outfit is good at showing off two of those, but let's see some more of your boobs."

She turned around and undid the sash of her robe. She opened the robe but only on one side as she tilted her hip in the opposite direction and struck a seductive pose. "You mean like this?" she asked coyly, her voice high and airy.

"Oooh, I like it. Yeah. Just like that. Showing a little, but still hiding a little, leaving me wanting more. And you've pushed your boobs together with your arms and given me a sultry look on top of it. You're really getting good at visual stimulation."

She wanted to keep her sultry look going, but couldn't help but break out into a shy smile. Fortunately, the shy grin made her look even sexier.

"Now, let's see if you need another pussy shaving today." Alan reached out and fondled her pussy and tits, occasionally working on her ass.

Amy just stood there with a big smile on her face, happy to let him touch her anywhere.

He was still at it when Katherine walked downstairs a couple of minutes later. She said, as she walked into the dining room, "Looks like I'm missing out on some fun, Big Super Dildo-sized Brother. Maybe you should give me a good spanking for sleeping in too late and neglecting my sisterly duties." She winked at her purposeful reminder of the spanking she had the night before. "Where's Mom?"

"Off to buy some groceries," Alan replied. "Amy here says she was left behind as a kind of gift to occupy me in the meanwhile."

Katherine's eyebrows were raised in surprise. "Whoa. Our new mom is full of surprises, isn't she? Let's see if Amy needs another shaving." Katherine moved in on Amy and began to fondle her, too. Alan instantly understood her meaning of "new mom" - it was as though Susan had become a completely different person in recent weeks, although many aspects remained the same, of course.

Alan laughed. "Hey, I was using that pussy, Sis." Amy writhed in pleasure as four hands roamed all over her. Her robe stayed on, but only because it didn't get in the way of access to any important parts.

After another wordless minute of this, Amy said, "You know guys, I most definitely need a shaving. Right away. I'm getting all tingly. Please help!"

Katherine pointed out, "Hey, Big Sister-filling Brother, it's been too long since we've done her together. You should see the things the two of us girls have been doing lately in these shavings."

Amy butted in with the proud mention, "Katherine says I'm a good ass licker!"

Katherine clarified, "She means that in the good, literal way."

Alan chuckled. "Why don't we give the shaving a shot, and that'll give us some cover to make sure we interpreted Mom correctly."

"Oh goody!" Amy exclaimed. "Alan, can I lick your butt?"

They took Amy's robe off and led her to the bathroom. The first thing Alan did was explain that he didn't feel happy. Amy would have to stroke his thing to make him happy again. She already knew that and was eager to help. She was pleased to see his penis had rebounded from yesterday.

CHAPTER 8

Alan explained to Amy how she and Katherine could jack him off. A few minutes after he started this, Suzanne came over to the house and let herself in. Alan had to get out of the bathroom and greet her before she figured out what he and his sister were doing to her daughter.

Suzanne was very happy to see him as they met in the living room. Alan had stuffed his penis into his shorts only a minute earlier as he left the bathroom, but as soon as she saw him she noticed the cucumber shape begging to be freed. She unzipped him and began to stroke while she talked. She didn't even ask; she just saw him erect through his shorts and took what she thought was the necessary action.

Alan thought to himself, Now this is the life! Moving from one perfect ten woman on my dick to her mother! I'll bet Hugh Hefner doesn't even have it this good. Heck, these women put those Playboy bunnies to shame. Those are all blow-dried, air brushed, emotionless statues out to make a buck. These women are real in every way.

"Good morning, Sweetie," she said as she lightly blew on his penis tip. "I understand today is going to be a big day for you, isn't that so? A chance to get your daily average back up?"

"Yep. I guess that's so."

"Good. You can see I'm not going to waste any time. Has anyone blown you yet?"

"Nope." Alan thought to himself, Because I keep getting interrupted, not that I can complain.

"Then there's no time to lose. Here, a handjob isn't good enough. You deserve better than just another blowjob too. I'm ready for another deep throat. Would you like that?"

"Sure. But here? What if my mom comes back?"

"Oh. You're right. Quick - to your room." Suzanne had rather hoped to get caught in the common rooms by Susan, but let the point slide.

So Suzanne deep throated Alan, inadvertently finishing off a stimulation started by her daughter.

Across the hallway in the bathroom, Amy and Katherine had plenty of fun even though Alan couldn't be with them.

Alan had the most fun, even though neither Amy and Katherine could compare to Suzanne and her considerable experience. And now that she knew how to deep throat, she was even more of a force to be reckoned with. Her first deep throat was just a partially successful experiment, and the second wasn't much of an improvement, but this one was much better.

She just kept coming forward and forward, until her nose brushed up against his pubic hair. Again, Alan was amazed that so much penis could fit in a mouth. He just couldn't get used to it. Her saliva covered his penis until she could slide back and forth on it like it was a greased pole.

At first, that was all she could handle - getting the penis in all the way. But before she was done, she had already begun to work on moving her tongue more actively. Suzanne considered her tongue her "secret weapon" in both blowjobs and kissing. It was remarkably agile and active, and had excellent reach. A few times Suzanne was able to snake out her tongue and lick Alan's balls even as her lips still slid around his penis.

Alan couldn't hold out long against such a skilled tongue and throat. She pulled his penis back toward her lips when he came so she could savor his cum in her mouth.

For Glory, a deep throating was a special occasion. But Suzanne seemed very nonchalant and eager to do it again. On the other hand, Glory was still far better at it than Suzanne was. Glory had her special lips, tongue, throat, and hands quadruple attack. It wasn't easy to do, which is maybe why Glory didn't do it often.

While they recovered, Suzanne talked about her plans for the day. "Sweetie, you and I have never gone to the beach together, just the two of us. I know you like to go to the beach every weekend. What if you went with me instead of your boring friends? I think I can do a couple things they can't do, if you know what I mean." Suzanne, again, was scheming to get him alone outside of the house so they could fuck.

"Hmm, interesting idea," Alan replied noncommittally. He was all in favor of the idea, but worried about the personal politics involved. If I disappear for the day with Suzanne, then Katherine and Susan won't take it too well. Even Amy might be disappointed. I left her in the lurch just a short while ago. Would it be better if maybe we all go together? But one can't exactly get a blowjob on a public beach anyways. But then again, Suzanne might think of something. If anyone could find a way to swing it, it would be her....

Suzanne impatiently leaned over Alan and cooed, "Sweetie? Please? If you go with me, I promise you won't regret it. I'll make you feel really, really good. I have a special surprise." She didn't want to just come out and say she'd allow him to go all the way and fuck her, as she wanted that to be a surprise.

"Special surprise? Better than a deep throat?"

"Mmm. Much better. Trust your Aunt Suzy on this one."

Alan mumbled, "What about the others?" He found it very hard to think. Suzanne and he had just finished dressing, more or less.

But Suzanne's semi-transparent nightie did nothing to cover her charms, as she now hung above him. She ground her pussy down onto one of his knees which happened to be between her legs. Her mouth inched right up next to his.

He could feel her fragrant breath and smell her strawberry shampooed hair.

Suzanne delighted in slowly torturing him like this. She knew he was putty in her hands. But right as her lips nearly touched his, there was a knock on the door.

Damn, Alan thought, What lousy timing. Interrupted seconds before a kiss, just like in the movies. Today has been the morning of interruptions.

"Who is it?" he asked as Suzanne pulled away.

"It's your mother. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good. Suzanne was just helping me out."

Through the door, Susan complained, "Suzanne, what did I say about getting permission from me first? Can I come in?"

Alan got up and opened the door. "We just finished up," he said to his frowning mother.

Suzanne sat covered in some blankets which had fallen to the floor, as she didn't really have any pants to wear when she came into the room and didn't want Susan to see just how scantily she'd dressed. "Sorry, Susan," she said, "but you know how we're hoping Alan will reach at least eight today to make up for these past days. So I thought we shouldn't waste any time."

"No problem. I agree. It has to be paced out through the day. But in the future, consult with me first, okay? Especially if I'm home. Now, since you two are done, I think... Oooh!" Susan stole a glance at her son's crotch and saw he was hard again. Suzanne crawling all over him no doubt helped him get that way.

Susan pointed at it. "Would you look at that, Suzanne? Isn't that just lovely? Didn't you say you just finished? How insatiable. Tiger, are you ready for some more assistance? Because if you are, I'd very much like to help out. It seems Suzanne can't take care of all your needs."

"Sure, Mom." He thought, Dang, this thing is really getting a work out this morning. Straight from Suzanne's mouth to Mom's! Fuckin' A. And I've got a really high target to reach today.

"Will that thing ever stay down?" Susan asked rhetorically. She cast a "please get lost" glance at Suzanne.

Suzanne ignored Susan's catty comment, and said, "I'll go see if the mail is here. Maybe that 'Cocksucking Monthly' magazine you've been waiting for so eagerly has finally arrived."

Alan was puzzled. He knew there was a recent profusion of specialty magazines like Cigar Aficionado, and seriously imagined a glossy "Cocksucking Monthly" sitting between "Good Housekeeping" and "Better Homes and Gardens" on a supermarket magazine rack.

Susan looked puzzled, too, so Suzanne clarified, "Joke, folks. That was a joke. Ah, well. I'll be off now."

Susan failed to watch Suzanne leave, because her eyes were now completely fixated on her son's crotch. Alan unzipped his shorts and Susan licked her lips as she moved into position. She hovered over Alan. She winked. "I think I need to subscribe to that magazine and buy all the back issues. Don't you?"

Alan thought to himself without irony, I have the feeling today is going to be a very good day.

CHAPTER 9

Alan made an effort to have a normal day. He read the newspaper for a while, and then surfed the Internet. Suzanne went home to take care of some errands of her own, still without a commitment on the beach idea from Alan, since Susan was underfoot and they didn't have another chance to talk.

Just before lunch, Susan strongly suggested that Alan take care of his "problem" yet again. Alan was feeling up to it, and Susan appointed Katherine to do the task since Katherine hadn't been given much penis lately. Again he retired back to his room, which had acquired with the smell of cum again, even with the window frequently open. There was so much sexual activity in there that the cum smell permeated every inch and pore of the room.

Alan whipped off his shorts and sat on the edge of his bed. Katherine wordlessly took off all her clothes and assumed the cocksucking position between his legs. He idly commented, "I don't even know why we bother with clothes lately."

She answered, "Clothes are fun. Taking them off for you and teasing helps pass the time until the next time you put your cock in one of my holes." She leaned forward to engulf his penis.

To her surprise, he held her back. "Just a sec. Do you want to do that, or a titfuck?"

"A titfuck? Oh goody! You'll let me do that in the house? But wait. I got a better idea. We can do both."

Alan poured some KY Jelly he had by his bedside into his sister's cleavage, and she demonstrated how she could flicker her tongue at his penis head while he pumped his penis between her tits.

He discovered that if he made very short strokes, she could keep her lips on at least part of his penis head at all times. He paused from time to time and she gobbled further down his penis, focusing on the sensitive spot beneath the head, until he was ready to stroke some more.

They went at it for a long time. Katherine was content to ride the peaks and valleys of his arousals, keeping him on edge and then giving him a chance to recuperate. She still talked excitedly about the previous night's spanking when her mouth wasn't full of penis. She clearly angled for a repeat performance very soon.

During one break, he asked her, "So which do you enjoy more: a straight cocksuck, or a cocksuck-titfuck combo?"

"Your fuck toy doesn't care," Katherine answered while referring to herself in the third-person. "She's happy just to have her brother's fat, cum-filled baseball bat do nasty things to her in any and every way. He always gives her lots of orgasms and a big load of sweet jism any way she takes it. And that's the truth."

"Sis, you don't need to talk in the third person. I'm still your brother, you know."

She giggled. "Please forgive me, Big Zucchini Brother. Maybe your sister, I mean, maybe I deserve a spanking for my disobedience."

"That's about the fifth time this morning you've suggested you deserve a spanking for something or another. If you don't stop it, I'm NOT going to spank you anytime soon. And you didn't disobey. In fact, you're not even supposed to obey my every whim. When did we decide that?"

"I decided that the first time you fucked me. It felt so good I literally saw stars. Your fuck toy lives to be fucked by you. Speaking of which, how can my mouth be so close to your penis without being fucked hard like the second pussy that it is? And look at my soft, sweet, firm tits: they've been tragically unfucked for a good three minutes now." She made big, sad puppy dog eyes and he relented as they both broke into laughter.

So Alan ended another break and resumed thrusting into her tits. Most of their conversations were in a similar vein to this one. Alan upbraided her for her degrading talk, but secretly he enjoyed it, and she knew that. She enjoyed it even more.

Alan eventually came. The tip of his penis was inches from her mouth, so most of it hit her there, but she turned her head this way and that so the flood of cum could hit her in the cheeks, nose, and chin as well. By the time Alan was done, he looked down at his sister and saw that he'd given her an impressive pearl necklace, gobs of his sperm dripping down the sides of her neck and chin like viscous milk.

When it was over, he still felt weirded out by his sister's attitude. So he said, "Sis, now that we're not in a sexual mood, things go back to normal, right? We're just the same old brother and sister, right?"

"Yeah. Sure. It's not like I'm gonna do your dishes for you or anything. We're still cool."

"Good. Because I'm just a little freaked. Let's do something totally nonsexual for a change. Just like the old days." He found it a bit difficult to discuss anything nonsexual when she rubbed his cum into her skin all over her face, but he persevered.

"Okay. What?" she asked after she licked her palm clean of his sperm, her eyes doe-like and pretty as she stared up at him quizzically.

"Oh, I don't know. How about we play some video games? One on one shoot 'em up? I know you like that." He unstraddled her and stood up, his penis still at half-mast as it hung between his legs. He offered his sister his hand to help her sit up.

Katherine glanced at her brother's penis and noticed that there was a large drop of unspent cum that dangled lazily from the tip. She scooped it up with a finger and said, normal as ever, "Cool."

So they played a video game together in the living room. Alan was actually greatly relieved to have this revival of old habits. He was even relieved to see his sister completely clothed, just as Susan was clothed as she worked in the nearby kitchen.

Katherine saw that he needed a mental return to normality, so she purposely avoided any flirtation or exposure. Indeed, he was happy to see they could still relate just as they did before. Soon they were laughing and having a great time. The only lingering evidence of sexuality was the smell of cum and a slightly different sheen to her face from her facial.

She thought to herself, Looks like Alan needs some time to adjust to this whole fuck toy idea. I'll just have to take it slow for a while and tone down the language until he realizes his- or my- rightful role. I guess no spanking for me today. Shucks. That's okay, though. The important thing is what happens in the long term.

They finally had to call it quits when Susan announced that lunch was ready.

CHAPTER 10

After lunch Alan napped again. When he woke up around two o'clock, he wanted to do some swimming. Although it was November, it was still a hot, sunny day in Southern California. He went to find Suzanne so he could take her up on the beach trip idea, but when he came downstairs, he found Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne out back by the pool where they sat in lawn chairs. He went out there to join them.

When Suzanne saw him, she commented, "Since I didn't get a promise from you about the beach, Susan insisted on this instead. Seems she didn't want to be left out." Alan noted that Amy wasn't around, as was the case when Brenda came over on Wednesday. Alan correctly guessed that Suzanne had sent Amy away so the rest of them could engage in more sexual shenanigans. Suzanne was blissfully unaware of Amy's sexual activity earlier in the morning. Amy was a blind spot for Suzanne's otherwise very observant mind.

At first, all of them swam in the pool. But the swimming together started to increase everyone's arousal. Suzanne's bikini top was so skimpy that she had no problem repeatedly making it "accidentally" come off whenever Alan was around. Susan, by contrast, wore her most conservative bathing suit. She shot Suzanne some dirty looks, but less and less as time went on. In fact, the only reason Susan minded Suzanne's displays was because she worried Suzanne would steal all of Alan's attention.

After swimming, Katherine, Susan, Suzanne, and Alan returned to four nearby lawn chairs.

Suzanne and Katherine would have gone topless or altogether naked, but they still took their cues on what was acceptable from Susan. Alan's mother was an enthusiastic cocksucker in private, but around others she was still shy to even dress scantily.

Their lawn chairs were all only a few feet from the edge of the pool. Suzanne and Susan lay in chairs next to each other, and Katherine and Alan's chairs made another pair right behind them, but facing in the opposite direction. They had punch to drink, rock music that blared in the background, and trashy novels to read. Suzanne had secretly spiked the punch with alcohol, to help further things along. Alan thought it strange that both Susan and Suzanne wore high-heeled shoes even while sunbathing, but didn't say anything about it.

Spirits were definitely reviving. The lawn chairs were all in the shade of some trees, but the afternoon wore on and the intensity of the sun lessened. So after a while, Suzanne pulled her chair out into the sun, and everyone else followed suit. Suzanne, with her pale skin, normally avoided the sun like the plague, but she knew that moving into the sun would be followed by a need for more suntan lotion. As she'd expected, all eyes turned to Alan.

Suzanne was also the first to speak up. As she held up a bottle of lotion, she said, "Sweetie, would you be a dear and cover me up?"

She undid her bikini top and let it fall to the ground. That act set off some kind of secret nuclear arms race of nudity. Susan quickly excused herself. Upset that she wore such reserved garments, she quickly reappeared in her most revealing one. But by the time she got back Katherine had joined Suzanne in being topless. Susan wasn't willing to follow suit, if it wasn't just Alan watching.

She couldn't exactly order Suzanne around, since they weren't related. But she could order her own daughter, so she forced Katherine to put her bikini top back on. However, despite all these efforts, she knew that she was still upstaged by Suzanne.

Surprisingly, even Alan flashed a lot of skin. Suzanne had recently given him one of those European styled bathing suits that he said he'd detested only a month or so ago. The short red suit that he wore for the first time was almost like a male bikini bottom. He wondered what would happen if (or, more accurately, when) he got a hard-on, because there was seemingly nowhere for an extended and engorged penis to go.

Alan began to work on Suzanne first once the bikini situation resolved itself. She would have been his first choice anyway, because he wanted to get the greatest potential for mischief out of the way early before he got too excited. He remembered how, when he was asked to apply lotion to the three of them last time, he had to flee for fear of losing all control to not just start fucking each and every hole. He was determined to control himself better today, so he could take things a little bit further.

He wordlessly moved over to the pale beauty and brazenly straddled himself right on top of her. His hard penis was in severe danger of popping out of his tiny suit, so he pushed it along the thin fabric that connected the front of his suit to the back. It kept it covered, but just barely.

Suzanne's toned and firm body felt wonderful underneath his hands. All the workouts Suzanne and Susan did together continued to pay off. Their bodies were the essence of perfection. Alan started on Suzanne's back, and worked his way down to her feet. Along the way, he devoted great attention to her ass. He would have slipped his hands under her bikini bottom, but there really was no bikini to speak of in the first place - just a single string that ran down her crack. So he had free reign over h