He hopped up out of bed instead of dragging himself out as he used to do. He deliberately didn't masturbate first thing like usual. He expected more help with his orgasms now. As a result, his tool was hard as iron by the time he showered and came down for breakfast.

Katherine was already down in the dining room eating her cereal and Susan was in the kitchen cooking.

However, as Alan walked through the living room to the dining room, he heard the two of them arguing. He stopped to listen just before entering the dining room area so neither of them would know he was there.

Susan was saying, "No! And that's final. I don't know how you got me to do all those naughty things last night, but that was then and this is now. I've had some time to think and clear my head. Things are spinning out of control and the boundaries are falling completely apart. We need a moratorium. At least for a few days, Tiger will have to make do with masturbation."

"But Mom!" Katherine complained. "That's so cruel. not to mention sinful. You know what the Bible says about Onan spilling his seed on the ground."

"I'm well aware. However, sacrifices have to be made. I just need some time to think without the sound and smell of cocksucking everywhere."

Katherine drove on, "And it especially doesn't say there's anything wrong with you stretching your lips around his cock, so wide that you can barely fit it all in, and twirling your tongue all over it until it gives up it's creamy seed."

"I know, but watch your language. I will not allow the 'C' word in this house."

Katherine blew on past Susan's half-hearted protest as if she didn't hear it. "You know why that is? Because God isn't cruel. He knows that certain boys just have to cum six times a day - or more - and having all that spill on the ground is just wrong."

"Angel, now you listen to me. It may be true that..." Her voice trailed off as she heard someone approaching.

Alan walked into view. "Hi Mom. Hi Sis. What's up?"

To Alan's surprise, Susan wore a sexy nightgown. She'd always limited what she did sexually when Katherine was nearby and vice versa, but after the events of the weekend that restriction appeared to be pretty much thrown right out the window. However, the nightgown was still a surprise given the verbal protests she was making.

Further, it was not just any sexy nightgown, it was practically see-through. It was as if she was naked, but somehow even more alluring. She'd told herself that since she couldn't physically aid Alan with his orgasms, she would have to try to make up for it by providing him better visual stimulation.

She greeted Alan with a happy "Good morning" and a kiss on the cheek. But that was all. She went back to kitchen work, as usual.

Alan sat at the counter that divided the kitchen from the dining room so he could enjoy the display of his mother's body through the semi-transparent material. He considered how to get her to change her mind before she brought up her latest change of heart.

He came up with an idea and said, "Mom, you know what? You're always serving Sis and I; this morning I'd like to serve you. Why don't you just sit down and I'll get you a big glass of orange juice. Katherine can look after the kitchen for a little while."

"Why, thank you. What a thoughtful gesture."

Katherine looked at Alan quizzically but did as he suggested. She assumed, correctly, that there was a method to his madness.

Alan got the glass of orange juice and brought it to Susan where she sat at the dining room table.

"Thanks!" she said as she took a sip. "What a good son."

Height was essential to Alan's plan. He made sure to stand right next to where Susan was sitting. That put his erection just inches from her face. He was wearing a loose jumpsuit to help hide his erection but now it came in handy to expose it. He kept both hands in his pockets and surreptitiously pulled the fabric away from his crotch, causing the entire outline of his erection to stand out against the suddenly tight fabric.

Susan was too shocked by what she was seeing to think; she just mumbled, "Oh my."

Alan stepped forward, bringing the outline of his erection to within two inches of her nose. "By the way, Mom, I wanted to thank you for last night. You're such a cool Mom. The way you sucked me off and then let me titfuck you, well, it just made me realize all over again how much I love you."

She said, "Yeah, Mom. I totally agree. That was rad. I mean, it's sad how few mothers realize the importance of sucking off their sons every day. But you've seen the light. You've realized that a good mommy knows that her place is on her knees, servicing her son's unstoppable and irresistible big cock."

Katherine had noticed recently that Susan really got off on talk about her getting on her knees, so she made sure to use that description.

The idea was just an excuse since both of them hardly had any tan to begin with, much less tan lines. But Suzanne figured that could create a lot of opportunities with Susan as the week went on, especially since they now freely told each other the most intimate details of what they did with Alan.

Susan could hardly wait to get naked and find some kind of pole or chair edge she could rub her pussy on while she told Suzanne all about her morning, plus what happened the night before.

CHAPTER 3

Alan breezed through his classes, content and able to concentrate. For the first couple of hours in school, he couldn't get an erection even if he wanted to. Having two blowjobs just before class is just the thing to keep me sexually satisfied until fourth period, he thought. I need that every day.

After fourth period, his teacher Glory also attacked his shorts with a thirst. She'd given him the most skilled handjobs and blowjobs of anyone all the past week. But it seemed that a weekend without his penis had greatly whetted her hunger.

Glory had promised Alan a special reward if he did well in the tennis tournament from the previous week. Alan had ended up in the middle rankings, but that was good enough for Glory. She said, "Alan, I know just how much you like my deep throating. I'm not so crazy about giving it, but you seem to like that the best of all the things we can do. So, as a reward, this week and this week only I'll do it as much as you like, whenever you like it. Starting right now."

As they often did, they got wild right on Glory's desk, even though it was still filled with the papers and books from the class Alan just finished. Glory lay on her desk and sucked Alan's penis from an upside down position. It quickly turned into a joyous deep throat for Alan.

Glory stopped for a bit. Alan thought it was to recover and then resume until she brought him off. But she sat up, straightened out her skirt, and sat back in her chair behind her desk. She looked officious and fiddled with some papers that had managed to remain on the desk. She stared at a piece of paper in front of her and said to him in a dismissive tone, "Thank you, come again."

Alan was confused. His penis still hung out of the fly in his shorts as he expectantly waited for the rest of the deep throating. "Glory, what do you mean?"

"Thank you, come again," she repeated and rudely waved him off.

"But, Glory, you were just giving me a..."

She cut him off, and smiled. "Young man, sometimes you have to know when you're being teased. I'm just yanking your chain." She giggled as she said in an aside, "Though there are some other things of yours I like to yank more. Of course I'll finish that off. But it's no fun having you cum so soon in the lunch break. So I thought we could do some role-playing for a while. As we've discovered recently, that's one thing we both love."

"Oh. Well. That's better. But damn, you have my penis crying out for mercy, cutting me off like that! Let's do something quick so I can get this little guy happy. What kind of role play do you want to do?"

"I don't know. It doesn't always have to just be me as the teacher and you as the student. Use your imagination. It's your reward day, so I'll play any role you like. I'll even be extra submissive, since I know that secretly delights you, despite your protests to the contrary. Just remember my restriction not to go all the way."

"Huh. Okay. Let's see. We don't really have any props or costumes except for teaching stuff. Well, you're still all dressed up, and you're dressed all fancy, like a bank teller. Why don't we have you be a banker?"

"Sure. Sounds fun. A bit unconventional, though. I'd like to see how you can turn this into something erotic. You're in complete charge here, so just tell me what to do and I'll try to play along."

"All right." He looked down at his open shorts. "I guess I should zip up my fly." He pushed his unsatisfied penis back into his shorts and then walked to the door. Then he turned around and walked back. Glory still sat behind her desk. He pretended to knock on an imaginary door.

"Come in."

Alan walked closer to the desk. Glory again pretended to read some papers. He said deferentially, "Ah, excuse me, miss."

She stood up and shook his hand. "My name is Ms. Rhymer. How may I help you?"

"Uh, hi. My name is Alan Plummer. They say this is where I should come to apply for a $100,000 loan."

She arched a curious, delicate eyebrow at him, but nodded her understanding. Then she indicated an imaginary chair at the end of her desk. "Yes, that's right. Please, have a seat. That's a lot of money."

Alan pulled one of the students' desk chairs over so that it was right in front of Glory's and then sat in it. "I realize that. But I assure you that I'm very deserving."

"We'll see. Now do you have any proper-"

He interrupted her. "Excuse me. Sorry, but before I go any further, I'd like to know what the interest rate on that loan will be, because I've gotten a very good offer from another bank and I've almost decided to go with them. I just want to do some price comparisons first."

Glory managed to look surprised at this and said, "I assure you that we have the best rates in town. We charge only five percent yearly interest. Not to mention, our service is second-to-none."

"Five percent? Screw that!," Alan scowled. He had no idea if that was a good rate or not, but for the purposes of his drama he wanted it to be bad. "Sorry, but the other bank had a much better offer. Sorry to waste your time. I guess I'll be going." He stood up to leave.

Glory jumped to her feet, too, and held out a hand in supplication. "Wait! Hold on, Mr. Plummer. Don't go."

Alan still pretended like he was on the verge of leaving. "Do you have a better offer, Ms. Rhymer?"

"Uh, no, not per se," she conceded. Alan again made to leave and walked closer to the imaginary door. She stood half way out of her chair and exclaimed, "Wait!"

He turned back to the desk. "Look. If you can't better that offer, why should I stay?"

"We'll at least match any offer another bank makes, and as I said, we have the best service in town."

"The other banker I was dealing with was friendly. She was VERY friendly. If you want me to even stay here and talk to you, you'd better take your shirt off right now."

Glory pretended great shock, but now she finally saw where he was headed with this. "Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly, Mr. Plummer?"

"You did," Alan said archly. He regarded her with a severe look of expectation.

"That's outrageous! I could call security."

"You could, but there would be no need, because I'm leaving now anyway."

"Wait! Wait."

He turned back around and glared at her with folded arms.

"Look. I really need this account, to make my quota. ... All right, I'll do it." To her surprise, she found herself so caught up in the role that she actually blushed with genuine embarrassment.

He stood and stared as she feigned tremendous reluctance and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her shamed face and profuse blushing not only made her role that much more convincing, but also got Alan hard as a steel bar.

Alan sat down as she finished unbuttoning and then opened her blouse wide. He said, "As I said, the other bank had a very friendly and attractive employee, and she was very, very accommodating to my needs. Take off that bra, by the way." He openly leered at her chest as it heaved with excitement.

Glory muttered under her breath as she stripped off her bra, "Linda. Damn her."

"Oh? You know her? So you must know just how friendly she can be. Nice rack you have there, by the way. She's a regular office slut. I must say, not only does that bank offer great rates, but the fact that she was jacking me off while she told me about them made them sound that much more appealing."

"Damn that whore!" Glory complained. "She always does this. Steals all the customers. Well, look. I said we offer the best service in town here, and I mean it."

"Okay. Fine." Alan stood up and walked around her desk. He brought his desk chair with him and sat on top of it. "Show me what you can do."

She still acted hesitant. "Wait a second. How do I even know you're a worthy customer?"

Alan suddenly thought of something that greatly amused him - a cultural reference that was almost too perfect for the situation. He asked, "Do you know the Bob Dylan album, Bringing It All Back Home?"

"Yeah. What's that have to do with this?"

"Recall the line: 'They asked me for some collateral..."

Glory finished the lyric. "'And I pulled down my pants.' Very amusing, Mr. Plummer."

Alan thought so and laughed out loud. Glory couldn't help but laugh some, too.

But then she reverted back to her role. "All right, sir, that's all well and good, but I'm afraid that here at First Prudential Bank a five-inch penis is not sufficient."

"Who said anything about five inches? Take a look at this." He unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He commanded, "Touch it."

She hesitantly reached out and barely touched the tip of his thick, eight-inch tool. She acted amazed and a little frightened.

He griped, "What are you waiting for? Grab it. Jack me off. Or I'll go back to the other bank and have Linda do it. Again."

She grasped it more firmly and then started to stroke it. Within seconds she had a good rhythm going. "I have to admit, Mr. Plummer, this is a more sizable asset than I expected. We just might be able to do business together after all."

Alan was beside himself with delight to have her hands back on him after the interruption of the deep throat. "Oh, we'll be doing business, all right. Take off your skirt and undies and let me see your pussy. But don't stop stroking for even one second. From now on, if I choose your bank, or even if I don't, I expect you to jack me off at all times from the instant you see me."

"Yes, sir. Remember, Mr. Plummer, we do promise the best service around. So I suppose it's only right that I service you." She stood up and pulled off the rest of her clothes, but she couldn't take her open blouse the rest of the way off since she had to keep one hand on his penis.

But when she wanted to sit back down, she found that Alan now occupied her seat. "Sit back down," he barked. "Sit on my lap."

"Yes, Mr. Plummer." She sat down towards his knees so she could continue to pump his tool.

Alan said in a different tone of voice, "Time-out from the fantasy, Glory. At this point, I'd imagine he'd go on to demand that she sit back and submit to a good fucking. In the story my character is very demanding."

"I noticed that. I'm all for realistic acting, Alan, but I'm not going to go that far just for the story! No way, no how."

"Dang."

"You're dangerous, young man. Very dangerous. You're tempting me. Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do. Since it is your reward day, I'll let you dry-hump me. We'll pretend we're fucking, but keep that thing out of my hole. And I'll only allow it just this once, because even with good intentions accidents can happen. Is that completely clear?"

"Completely. Okay." He unfortunately knew that when Glory said "just this once," she was much more likely to stick to it than his mother would. He resolved to be good and enjoy the dry-hump to its fullest.

He resumed his character's role. He reached out and groped at her tits. "Ms. Rhymer, you talk about service. But is your bank willing to go all the way for the customer?"

"Oh yes. We will back you up to the hilt."

"That's good to hear, because you're going to get filled up to the hilt." He grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She cried out as his penis slid right underneath her pussy lips and kept on going. The warmth of her body around his penis both aroused and frustrated him. As his penis slipped into the cleavage of her ass cheeks, it barely grazed her pussy lips. He could feel her wetness coat the top of his shaft.

She shouted, "Mr. Plummer! You're fucking me!"

"No, you fuck me. I want you to do all the work while I just sit back and enjoy your squeezing vaginal muscles. And, as we know, the customer is always right."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir!" Glory grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the chair with the other and slid her pussy back and forth over his penis. His penis and balls were forced down onto the wooden surface of the chair by the weight of her body. Glory was already wet as a water slide. She slid her body back and forth over the entire length of his penis and repeatedly dragged her pussy lips from the tip of his penis down to the base, where she reached his pubic hair.

It would have been easy as pie for Alan to reach down with a hand or slightly bend his hips and push his penis into her vagina. But he just wasn't the kind of person to do that, since he'd made an implicit promise not to. He actually wasn't that frustrated, since the frustration of not being able to fuck was now an assumed, ever-present constant in his life.

As he humped, he tried to maintain a conversation. "So, Ms. Rhymer, do you fuck all your customers?"

"No, just the younger, more handsome and aggressive ones."

"So, does that make you the office slut around here?"

"No, we're all sluts here. That's how they pick us. You should see the job interview. A virile man like you, you can take your pick of any employee. Even the owner of this bank, Suzanne Pestridge. She's very sexy and quite an excellent fuck, I hear. She's slept her way up the ladder from being a simple teller slut. We're all promoted mostly based on our fucking skills. I think you really need to fuck her to see just how great this bank is."

Glory cleverly knew the mention of fucking Suzanne would excite him even further. She assumed Suzanne was the one who "helped" him at home. She knowingly winked when she mentioned Suzanne's name.

"Excellent suggestion," he replied as calmly as he could, though his voice had become very ragged. "Next time I come in here, I want a naked meeting with you and Suzanne; both of you lubed up and ready to go. I'm gonna fuck her just like I'm fucking you right now. I'm gonna fuck you both at once!"

"Yes, sir!"

While the fantasy excited him, the dry-hump excited him far more intensely. In fact, it was so exciting that he ejaculated well before he normally would have. Glory had only slid back and forth over him a handful of times when he shot his first slug of sperm between her ass cheeks. By the time he said "I'm losing it!" he already started to shoot off.

"Oh shit!" Glory shrieked as she realized delicious cum was being needlessly wasted. With lightning speed she flew back and dropped to the floor so she could drink up as much cum as she could get. Her athletic skills came in handy because she made a difficult transition and got her mouth over the penis in time to get almost all of his ropes.

Alan mentally kicked himself for prematurely ejaculating, but Glory took it in good stride. She came up from his lap and said, "Looks like you're a very eager customer, Mr. Plummer."

"I was a little too eager. Get back down there and clean me off."

"Yes, sir." As she resumed the cocksucking position she asked, "So will you be using our services here at First Prudential?"

"Oh yes, I will be using your services. Frequently. I'll be making many deposits here, if you catch my drift."

She pretended to sigh. "I do. I suppose now that you know I'm a slut for big cocks, you're going to use me at will."

"Yes. That's right. But the question is, will I choose your bank for the loan?"

"We're happy to have your deposits any time, Mr. Plummer. They're so creamy and tasty, and you're such a good fucker. But don't tell me you're going to go with Linda's bank for the loan! I can't stand that bitch." Glory was confusing borrowing and depositing money, but it didn't really matter for purposes of the fantasy.

"I'm not sure, to be completely honest. I've already banged women at three banks, but there's still a cute red head at First Mutual down the road I want to try out. Not to mention the buxom blonde over at Wells Fargo. I'm saving her for last."

"That would be Debbie," Glory growled. "She fucks all the customers. Damn." She squeezed his balls excitedly and swallowed half his penis in her efforts to clean him, but he couldn't get back up so quickly. She belatedly added, "Whatever bank you pick, Mr. Plummer, we appreciate your patronage. And remember our open door - and open legs - policy." She looked up from her place in his crotch and winked.

While Glory continued to lick Alan clean, he stepped out of his role and concluded, "That was really fun, Glory. A great reward. But I'm bummed out. I didn't get a chance to get the rest of the deep throat, and now there's not enough time for another go-round. And it's not like you let me dry-hump you every day. I blew far too soon."

Glory sat up. She looked at the clock. "Don't worry about it. It was fun. There will be other days where we do things like this, I'm sure. Maybe tomorrow will be one of those days. Maybe not." She winked playfully. "But we should start cleaning up here. We scattered papers all over the floor from earlier. It's a complete mess." She took out the air spray and sprayed the air. They did this every day in an effort to get rid of their sexual smells before the next class began. She didn't bother to dress just yet. She liked to delay putting her clothes back on as long as possible and knew that pleased Alan. He did the same for her.

He thought to himself, I wish I could be half as aggressive in real life as I act in these little dramas. Here Glory all but offers up her pussy to me, and I don't have one hundredth the balls of the bank customer I played. I'm just too fucking respectful of people's wishes. Grrr.

Out loud, he said, "I love these role plays, Glory. We've been doing one just about every day this past week, but I'm not getting tired of them at all."

"Me neither. I say we keep doing them. Did you just come up with that banker idea off the cuff, or was that something you thought out beforehand?"

"Off the cuff. Because of your clothes, I guess."

"That was so creative. Channel these creative energies into your class writing some more, young man! ... Wouldn't that be strange if banks were really like that? All the tellers complete sluts? I was surprised at the way you ran with that premise, because, you know, in real life if you ask for a big loan it's not like they bend over backwards for you. If you're reputable and put in a lot of money, maybe, but not for a loan."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll have to open an account with a lot of money, then. Because I've eyed some cute females in some banks around here, and I'd like to see one or two of them 'bend over backwards' for me, as you put it."

Glory laughed. "You're too much! Talk about sex on the brain! The trouble is, knowing how you're exuding sexuality lately, they just might." The two of them bent down and started to collect all the books and papers that they'd scattered on the floor.

CHAPTER 4

Katherine's cheerleader practice that Monday held quite a few surprises. After two weeks of utter normalcy in cheerleading, Katherine half-figured that the rest of the semester would be like that. But when she arrived at practice, the first surprise was that they would switch practice locations. Instead of practicing outdoors, their head cheerleader Heather announced they would practice inside instead. They went into an abandoned room in a remote part of the school that had once been a theater. It still had a stage, but all the seats were ripped out. The drama club had died out and no one put on plays in the school any more. There was plenty of room for the cheerleaders to move about, but the room was dark and gloomy compared to being outside.

When they all relocated, Heather got up on stage and gave them a speech. "I'm sure you're all wondering about the move," Heather said in a loud and decisive voice. "I requested it, for the time being, and I think you'll soon understand why. I have some news to report that deeply hurts me, and troubles me. I've been keeping my ears close to the ground these last two weeks and my worst fear has been confirmed. One of you has been talking and told someone else about the panty punishment I gave Kim and Katherine." There was a gasp from the other five cheerleaders who stood below the stage. They looked from one to another to see who it might be.

"I happen to know the name of this person," Heather announced. There were more murmurs in response. "However, I am not ready to say who it is. If this person is going to win back my trust and our trust, it's important that she confess to us all what she did, take the punishment, and never do it again. Luckily, news hasn't traveled far. But to tell even one person is too many! I know who your friends are and who you might talk to. If you tell your pet dog even, I have ways of finding out! I'm serious. So someone here needs to confess."

Whenever Heather's eyes moved from one person to the next, all the other cheerleaders followed with their eyes and suspected that person was the one, only to have Heather look at someone else. Heather made sure that she looked at the other cheerleaders an equal amount of time. Tension was thick in the air.

Heather went on, "You all know the punishment. The person who confesses has to go without panties for the week, including during the football game itself. If no one confesses, then everyone has to partake in the punishment. So either way you're going to have the same punishment. But by confessing you'll save your fellow cheerleaders from being embarrassed and hating you for betraying our squad. Now you can see why we're in this room for the week. I thought I would be nice and at least give you some privacy in experiencing your punishment for the week before the game."

In actual fact, Heather made up the whole story. She didn't know if anyone had said anything, although it was true that she'd snooped around intensely in the past week. She'd had a lot of fun with Kim and Katherine and wanted "the punishment" to happen to someone else, to put more spice back into the cheerleading practices.

Heather considered this a win-win situation, no matter who got "punished." If someone confessed, then great. If it was Joy or Janice, then so much the better, because Heather thought it would be a fun challenge to play around with their reluctant minds and bodies. Amy, Heather knew, would simply accept the punishment with little more than an "M'kay!" and that would pose no challenge whatsoever, even though it would still be quite fun to see the innocent sexpot prance around with black paint on her naked butt. But best of all was if no one confessed. Then everyone would have to go bare-assed together and things would likely get way more sexual very fast.

The cheerleaders continued to look at each other as if they played the kids' game Murder. They were all extremely nervous. "Does anyone have any questions?" Heather asked. No one asked anything. "Does anyone have any problem with the punishment system?" No one spoke. "If you agree with this punishment, then raise your hand." To not raise one's hand might be seen as a sign of guilt. Everyone raised their hands, though reluctantly.

"To the guilty one," Heather said dramatically and she looked above and past all the cheerleaders, "I will give you until the end of the class period today to come to your senses and confess. I already know who you are, so you will be punished. It's just a matter of how you want to do it, and how great your punishment will be. The longer you wait, the harder I'm going to make it on you."

Heather looked down and walked off the stage. She was prepared to start the practice when she realized that one of the cheerleaders had just stepped forward, with head held down and eyes filled with tears of shame and dread. It was Joy, the one cheerleader who had expressed the most reservations about the punishment.

"I-I-I did it," she muttered and began to cry.

Heather was taken aback. After a week of snooping she was almost certain that no one had talked. But the head cheerleader kept her cool and tried to act as if this was what she expected all along. She immediately rushed to Joy's side and began to comfort her. "There, there," she said and gave Joy a shoulder to cry on.

"Joy made a mistake," Heather said to the others. "But it's okay because she's confessed. Let's not be angry with her. Joy, tell them who you told."

"My younger sister. I didn't think she would tell anyone else, I swear!" Joy was so overcome with guilt that she began to shudder from nervousness and fear. She genuinely liked the other girls in the cheerleading squad and didn't want them to feel upset with her or betrayed. She valued their trust.

"Don't worry, she didn't," Heather answered as she thought quickly about how to run with this unexpected "gift" that Joy had just laid at her feet. "I just knew you told her by the way she looked at me not long after you told her. Your secret is still safe." Heather surprised even herself at how logical it all sounded. Joy's sister Jenny was a year younger and also in the same high school. Heather did see her around from time to time, so the story was rock solid. She could have seen Jenny and figured it out that way, even though she didn't, and there was no way the sister could confirm or deny. She was secretly quite pleased at how this all went.

The other cheerleaders took their cue from Heather and for the next few minutes they gathered round Joy and did their best to make her feel better with a group hug. Heather made it clear that Joy would have to go through with the punishment, so all of them did their best to encourage her and get her to buck up.

Finally, Heather said, "Okay, enough of this. We still have to practice, you know. Kath, can you go get our painter and bring him here? We need to start Joy's punishment right away. Today. And have him bring a razor, too. She needs to be shaved first."

Katherine was incredulous, not to mention irked to be called "Kath." Heather had just pretty much given away to the other cheerleaders the identity of who had painted her and Kim. "What makes you think you can just summon him like that? He's got class to attend. And what makes you think he's got paint and a razor to do your every whim at a moment's notice?" Her eyes flashed with anger, which was something to see, because Katherine very rarely got angry. I knew that Heather could pull some pretty risqué and underhanded stunts, but this takes the cake! she thought to herself as she crossed her arms expectantly and glared at the head cheerleader.

Heather replied haughtily, "I don't know any of that for sure, but I know he's a very clever guy and he can manage. He can get out of class if need be and he can get the supplies again, if he got them once. And what else are we going to do? I don't know the first thing about how to do it myself. Anyway, it's just for a short time on one day. What's it take? Ten, fifteen minutes?"

As she realized that she was beaten, Katherine went to go find Alan at the tennis court. Heather started to lead warm-up exercises as Katherine walked out.

Sure enough, Heather was right. Alan was able to manage. He pretended that another teacher had sent his sister to summon him for something important, and since Alan had such a good reputation the tennis coach bought the excuse without question, even though he'd pulled a similar stunt recently. Alan still had the paint supplies in a bag in his locker. He had all his other "just in case" supplies there too, which included a razor.

CHAPTER 5

Katherine led her brother back to the theater. Alan had never been in the room before, since it was always locked. They had to knock to get in, as Heather was very careful to make sure it always stayed locked. He was surprised there was such a big, unused room in the overcrowded school. Apparently it couldn't be used as a classroom because the floor sloped so the back seats could be higher than the front seats, when there had been seats. An uneven floor was hardly ideal for cheerleading practice, but Heather figured secrecy was more important and there was the stage, after all.

Practice stopped when Alan entered the room. The mood changed because everyone was curious about what he'd do. He was briefly introduced to the other cheerleaders, but in fact he knew them all by name already except for Janice and Joy. In fact, he was sexually involved with them all EXCEPT Janice and Joy.

Heather pointed out that Joy was the one he had to paint, so he briefly checked her out. Joy was rather short, but not as short as Kim. She looked like the stereotypical brown-eyed, brown-haired, fair-skinned California cheerleader. Overall she had a nice body, but nothing really stood out. Her boobs were, if anything, average or less than average. But she had very big blue eyes and a really winning smile. She briefly flashed him her smile and acted as if everything was normal, but quickly went back to her worried and nervous mood.

Alan decided the best way to handle this extremely odd situation was to be quick and business-like. "I can only skip class for a few minutes, so let's get this done as fast as possible. Joy, please take off your underwear, turn around and tie this string around your waist to hold up your skirt. We need to keep that completely out of the way."

Joy reluctantly did what she was told, even though she trembled in fear. Her eyes were shut closed fiercely tight.

"There's nothing to worry about," Alan said as he tried to calm her and gathered his supplies. "Just imagine you're a marble statue and I'm a painter painting the marble. Even though I'm a guy, I'm going to be completely professional. I painted my sister in a completely nonsexual way, so I can do that to you, too." His words had a definite calming effect. "This is already old hat for me. And you can be sure I won't snitch to anyone about anything."

That last comment seemed to strike a nerve and caused Joy to sob a bit. Heather pointed out, "Joy is getting punished because she told someone about what happened to Kim and Katherine. But luckily that person didn't tell anyone else."

"Oh," said Alan as he realized what he'd said to set her off so abruptly. "Sorry. I'm going to start painting your rear-end now. Are you okay with that, Joy?"

"I guess so. Please hurry and get it done."

"I'm hurrying. The first thing I'm going to do is draw the outlines with this small brush and then I'll fill in the rest with a big brush." He began to paint quickly. The rest of the cheerleaders gathered round and watched with great interest. Only Kim and Katherine had seen any painting before, and both of them had been too busy with each other or with Alan to really notice what he did, so even they were interested, too.

Alan finished the back side in record time and, after a few minutes, had Joy turn around. She put her hand over her bush and squealed, "Please don't look at that!"

"Sorry, Joy, but I have to," he said reasonably with a sympathetic look on his face. "How can I paint without looking?" He gently placed his hand on hers and moved it away.

"I'm just so embarrassed!" Her friend Janice took one of her hands and Kim on her other side took the other. Together they gently stroked her hands and comforted her.

Alan put the paint aside momentarily. "Okay, Joy, before I go on, I'm told you need to get shaved. I've never shaved, um, one of these before," he lied in an effort to make her feel more comfortable. He hoped that if someone else could do it she might relax, so he asked, "Does anyone else want to do this part?"

There were no takers. A few of the bolder women like Katherine and Heather who would have helped, wanted to see Alan shave so he could push things further along with Joy.

So Alan began to shave Joy's quivering mound. Already her aroma began to waft up to his nose and Alan fought valiantly with himself to ignore it. "I guess it's not that different from shaving my face. Could someone talk to Joy while I'm doing this to help her relax?"

Kim and Katherine talked and referred to their own experience of being shaved and being a cheerleader without underwear. But they stressed only positives and, needless to say, omitted all sexual interactions between Alan and each other. Joy gave brief replies and asked a few nervous questions.

It took a while to shave Joy. Alan went to great lengths to avoid touching her private parts, but some contact couldn't be helped. He touched her clitoris a couple of times, and had to wipe off the last of the shaving cream from her skin with his hand. But he generally maintained as professional and dispassionate an attitude as anyone could have expected in such circumstances. It helped that Joy was too nervous and shy to get sexually excited in the least, so her pussy wasn't wet and her pussy lips weren't engorged.

"We're all done with the shaving," he announced. "Does anyone have a mirror, or even two?" It was no problem to find a couple of mirrors, since the class was filled with cheerleaders who obsessed over their looks. "See how you look," Alan said as he handed a mirror to Joy.

She held the small mirror away from herself and finally angled it correctly to see her own bare pussy. "OH ... MY ... GOD! I'm soooo embarrassed!" She closed her eyes again and put her hands over her face, as if that would make the bare pussy go away.

Alan then got to work on painting her butt. After a few more minutes of cajoling she was convinced to look in the mirror again. This time they also positioned the second mirror behind Joy so she could look at the painted butt. That caused even more squeals of mortification. The other cheerleaders watched all of this with rapt attention. Already a good fifteen minutes had transpired.

Alan was finally able to move on to the paint job in the front. He painted it all quickly, including most of the shaved pussy. But after all this painting of private parts, Alan found his nobility slipping a bit. He decided to push things just a little, both out of selfish desire and because he simply had to in order to get the job done right. So before he was done with her backside, he said, "Uh-oh, we have a problem."

"What is it?" Heather asked.

"When I painted Katherine and Kim, they were both ... sexually excited at the idea of not wearing underwear in front of a big crowd. That would excite anybody, I thought." It was true they were excited, but much more by the fact that Alan painted and touched them, but of course Alan didn't mention that part. "But Joy is so frightened, I guess, that she's not excited at all. So her, uh, nether lips are not aroused. That means I can't paint very much of them. Which means that if the game comes and she gets excited, then a lot of pinkness will be exposed and it could be highly embarrassing."

"Hmm, I see," Heather said. "Can you do something about that, Joy, and open up your pussy lips? Maybe hold them open?"

"What, right now?!" she asked in total amazement. "No way!"

"Well, do you want him to paint that part, or would you rather be pink for the game?"

"I-I-I-I guess, paint that part. But I just can't do it right now! I'm so embarrassed, I'm ready to die!"

"Okay, okay, relax," said Heather calmly. Turning to Alan, she asked, "Alan, Katherine probably told you this would be a one-day thing, but could you come back tomorrow to finish that part up?"

"No way!" Alan protested. He was hoping by pressing the pussy lips issue he'd maybe get to see someone stimulate Joy, not be forced to come back. "I'm pushing my luck by getting out of class now. Do you realize the risk I'm taking? And for what? Just to be nice as a favor. What if someone came in right now? Don't even make me think about it!"

Heather said assuredly, "No one is going to come in. You saw that the door is locked. I changed the lock, so not even janitors come in here. Anyway, what about lunch time?"

"Well... I guess. I'm busy at the start of lunch tomorrow, though." Alan tried to figure, How can I possibly juggle this with my sexual lessons with Glory tomorrow? Ah well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

He concluded, "Maybe ten or fifteen minutes into lunch I can come by for a few minutes, I guess. But, please, let's not make a habit of this!"

CHAPTER 6

Back at home, Alan felt like a dam of sexual energy had burst in his happy abode, thanks to Susan's increasingly enthusiastic attitude. The only question was how eager the females there would be to please him. The answer: very eager. Extremely eager.

Susan had spent much of the day with Suzanne and verbally relived their sexual encounters with Alan over the weekend. When they ran out of real-world events, they discussed some of their sexual fantasies and dreams which involved Alan. It was a near thing that they didn't resort to masturbation in front of each other, especially when they talked while they sunbathed in the nude. There was a lot of talk about just how "squishy" they were, though. That became the operative word, "squish." For instance, if Suzanne asked Susan for feedback from a story, Susan might reply, "Oh, so arousing! That was a three-squisher. Squish! Squish! Squish!"

Meanwhile both of them would furtively rub their legs together and rub their pussies onto any object that presented itself. Susan frequently sat up in her lawn chair as if she leaned towards Suzanne in rapt interest, but she really sat that way so she could sit with a particular metal bar of the lawn chair between her legs. Then she slid up and down it as unobtrusively as she could. The bar helped, but wasn't quite enough to get her off. Susan grew to think of it as a game and tried to get away with as much as she could without Suzanne noticing. Suzanne noticed all this, but pretended not to, and followed Susan's lead in what she'd allow herself to do.

The end result was that Susan was kept almost constantly horny, but rarely had any chance at relief. Only when Suzanne left could she run to her room and bring herself off. But Suzanne was over at her house nearly the whole day.

So when Alan got home from school, Susan practically attacked him. She met him as walked through the front door, and said, "How ya doing, Tiger? Need any help with your problem?"

Alan looked at her and blinked in surprise. She was dressed in nothing but a towel and held a bottle of liquid soap in her hand. Every day was filled with more pleasant surprises from her. He asked, "Did you just take a shower?"

"Yes. Funny coincidence, that."

"Mom, you never take a shower at this time of day." He reached out and touched some of her hair that wasn't wrapped in a towel. "Not only that, but your hair isn't even wet. Not in the slightest."

"Oopsie. You got me. Sorry, Son. But sometimes your mommy gets so horny for cock that she can't even think straight."

Alan smiled wolfishly at his mother and stepped closer to her so that their bodies were mere inches from each other. "Is this one of those times?" he asked in a low whisper in her ear.

"All the time is 'horny for cock time' with your new-and-improved mother, Tiger," she answered with a slight blush as Alan stepped away again to better appreciate the view. "Not only that, but this stupid towel is far too short, don't you think?" She wiggled in distress and tried to pull the towel down a bit further to make sure it covered her pussy. That only caused it to slide farther down her boobs.

"You're right. Not a good towel for you. Here, let me help you with that." Alan gave the towel a yank and pulled it clean away from her. He threw it across the room.

She squealed and pretended distress. "Oh, Tiger, now I'm all naked! Whatever will I do?" Even as she said this, the fingers on a hand feigning to cover up a tit acted on its own and tweaked one of her nipples.

"I'm sure you'll think of something," he quipped. He was in a very relaxed mood indeed. His calm sense of control and security gave him the courage to yank away the towel, something he normally wouldn't do.

They stood right next to the underwear cabinet where Susan had lots of clothes to wear, but that's not what she really wanted. She grabbed the zipper of his shorts. "But, Tiger. I lied to you about the shower. I just wanted to run around in a towel so it could fall off and my own son could see me naked. Isn't that too naughty? What kind of mommy willfully flaunts her naked body for her son? Don't you think I deserve to be punished?"

"I do," he said, smiling with an agreeable nod. The reminder of punishment brought back to him just how sexually pent-up he'd been from his experience with Joy not too long before. "Why don't you drop to your knees and suck my cock? Worship my prick with your tongue. I think, then, you'll begin to see the error of your ways."

"I'm way ahead of you there, Son." She already pulled his shorts down his legs. "I don't know if I can learn my lesson in just one day, though. It might take me YEARS of daily cocksucking to even BEGIN to see the errors of my ways. If that's gonna be my punishment, then I guess I'll just have to suck it up and submit." She was on her knees by this time and slowly fed the penis into her mouth.

Alan grabbed the top of her head and pulled the towel she'd wrapped her hair in clean off. He grasped her hair tightly and held on as her mouth tried to mate with his penis. "Mmmm. Now this is a nice welcome home," Alan mumbled. "Hey, Mom, rub your tits up against my legs while you're doing that, okay?"

"Mmmm hmm." Her boobs mashed up against his skin and conformed to the shape of his thighs. It only added to his pleasure to feel her tits slide all over his skin. It seemed like her massive hooters completely enveloped his legs. He loved the feeling of her hard nipples as they pressed insistently into his skin.

He further suggested, "Speaking of rubbing, if you won't let me rub you between your legs, then I hope you take care of that area yourself. Just like yesterday. It really turns me on to see a woman masturbate."

She stopped sucking momentarily to talk. Alan thought she'd say something like, "Are you sure? That's so improper." But instead she said as she reverted to licking for a while, "Cock. Mmmm. Big cock in Mommy's mouth. Fills me up. Hot load. So delish. So naughty. MMMM! Yummy, yummy cock. Mmmm...." She fingered her clit and as she grew more excited she slurped even louder than before.

She spent a long time sucking him. Suzanne had also told her a lot about deep throating earlier in the day and she tried her best to do it, but she couldn't get the hang of it at all. She had to give up again, but that didn't stop him from firing several ropes of cum down her throat anyway. And, even though she hadn't told Alan that she'd try to deep throat him, he appreciated the attempt and was quite pleased.

When Susan was done, all she had to say was, "God, I love this. That's what I call a fun way to spend the afternoon. Each time it happens, I love it more. Look what you turned me into. I'm hopelessly addicted to your cock." But she wasn't mad.

Alan, feeling deeply satisfied, went to his room to sleep after he kissed her on the cheek in appreciation.

Susan was satisfied, too, because she got off at the same time as him, greatly helped by her fingers deep up her pussy. To calm down, she walked around naked until she heard the sound of Katherine coming home about fifteen minutes later.

After Alan woke up he tried but failed to actually do some homework. There were too many women on his mind. The situation at school had just gotten a lot more complicated and he wondered what the new painting duties portended. He pondered the mystery of his mother: so eager for cocksucking, but so disturbed by the thought of actual intercourse. He didn't let anyone know he was awake because he just wanted to spend some time alone in his room.

Meanwhile, Suzanne came over again and did some nude sunbathing with Katherine. It was actually fairly absurd for her to sunbathe, as she'd done it with Susan for about two hours earlier in the day. But Katherine and Susan both loved the feeling of being naked now, so they understood Suzanne's desire for nakedness completely. The sunbathing was just a thin excuse to get naked. In Suzanne's case, it wasn't even real sunbathing. She generally sat on a lawn chair under the shade of some nearby trees or an umbrella. If any sun actually hit her fair skin, she had some powerfully strong suntan lotion, so she never got tanned in any event.

Katherine's tan, on the other hand, had developed nicely to a rich light bronze that she thought offset her areola quite impressively. She was eager to finally get rid of her tan lines from her previous bathing suit, but they were slow to go away. She and Suzanne spent a long time putting suntan lotion on each other, but they had to behave themselves since Susan could see them clearly from where she worked in the kitchen.

The two of them moved into the house as it began to grow dark and they talked to Susan while she continued to prepare dinner. They were still naked from the sunbathing. Susan, who actually wore a fair amount of clothing to cook in, insisted that they put some clothes on, but they delayed doing so with more chit-chat. Alan finally came downstairs and still the two of them remained naked. Such nakedness was hardly a big deal anymore. No one even immediately commented on it as Alan came in.

Just before Suzanne had to leave to her own home for dinner, Katherine asked, "Suzanne, can I ask you a big favor?"

"Sure kiddo, what is it?"

"You should have seen the way Alan went wild for Mom's nightie this morning. I'm so jealous of my mother!" Susan, who stood close by, blushed with pleasure at remembrance of the morning. Alan also listened in from across the dining room. "He's so into that nightie and lingerie stuff, and I never knew it. Could you please, please, please go shopping tonight and pick up some sexy lingerie stuff for me? I want to look really good for him tomorrow morning."

"Sure. I know just the place. In fact, since your mom doesn't like us just standing around naked, let me show you an item I got there and haven't worn for Alan yet." Suzanne walked up to the underwear cabinet in the front entrance way and picked out a top. She walked back to the kitchen counter to put it on, since she knew Alan could see them well enough from there, and he would appreciate the show.

It was a red and black leather top that left Suzanne's shoulders, tits and stomach uncovered. "Check this out," as she pirouetted for them. "This is pretty typical of the stuff they have. They've got a lot of S and M themed stuff."

Alan grinned with delight, and the others saw his reaction. Katherine clapped her hands together in glee and thought, This is exactly the kind of thing I need to compete with Mom. "Wow, that's a pretty neat outfit. Cool. But why the pained expression?"

"I have a problem buying certain items. It's hard to find clothes designed for larger breasted women like me. I should have gotten a larger size. I was so keen on getting something really tight to really please you-know-who" - she nodded her head in Alan's direction - " and this fits nicely everywhere, but it really cuts into my boobs. You get used to it after a while, though. It would be the perfect thing to wear when you're mixing pleasure and pain in a spanking or something like that."

She added to herself, As a matter of fact, I think I'll wear this very thing the first time I get to spank Alan. When am I going to get a chance to do that? Not only do I need to find him alone, which is nearly impossible these days, but I've got to find a half-plausible excuse to punish him to make it really fun. But he's such a good kid, except for a few things he's keeping from his mother these days.

Katherine raised her voice, and said to Alan, "What do you think, Big Brother? Like this kinky stuff?"

He watched intently, even as he still made a pretense to be reading. "Definitely. Though, I like my little sister's outfit just as much." Katherine was still buck naked, and pirouetted around for him in response. "Buy some more," he added.

"We will," Suzanne answered. As she turned to Katherine, she asked, "But why have me pick the stuff out? Why can't you go yourself?"

"Remember, Mom won't let me leave to go anywhere 'cos I'm grounded." She exaggerated her pout as she said this. Being grounded, she knew, was both a blessing and a curse. While she could stay home and tease her brother mercilessly, she couldn't do much else with him except once a day. And even though she thoroughly enjoyed prancing around the house naked with her mom and brother, she did have a social life and missed it, if only just a little.

"Oh, yeah," Suzanne remembered. Susan was still with them, across the counter in the kitchen making dinner, so Suzanne said, "Susan, that's really mean. How can I pick out the best clothes for Katherine if she's not there? It's not like you and me, where we're the same size. I don't even know Katherine's measurements at all."

Susan answered, "Hmm... I can sympathize, Angel, but you really should stay home and take your punishment. What kind of grounding is it if I let you go shopping? And I don't want to have to ask you again: please put some clothes on already! Don't be so disrespectful of your mother."

Katherine, who stood right next to the kitchen counter, stretched and wiggled her naked body, and she urged, "Please? Please?" She looked at Susan earnestly, but in fact she was more focused on shaking her ass. She bent her knees and clutched her hands before her as if her whole body was filled with yearning. But it was also a very effective show for Alan behind her and across the room. It looked to him like his sister did some kind of exotic belly dance, as her hips swayed widely and her legs spread and bent down even more. He nearly laughed out loud at just how arousing everything around him always was.

Even though Katherine supposedly tried to convince her mother, almost all of her attention lay with Alan, and she occasionally looked over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. She was pleased at just how flummoxed he looked.

Suzanne had an idea. "I know. If you let Katherine go, just this one time, I'll make sure to pick up some extra nice things for you to help you please Alan. Don't you think he'd like it if you wore an even sexier nightie tomorrow for breakfast? But I know you only have the one. You know you're too shy to go to these kinds of stores yourself. Not only that, but we'll be gone a long time after dinner, leaving you all alone with him. To spell it out, you'd be all alone with your hunky son and his always-erect and tasty treat."

"Damn you, Suzanne!" Susan said in frustration with her friend and her own lack of self control. "How can I turn down that offer? I could really use some sexier clothes. I'm going to Hell, and Suzanne is the devil who stole my soul. Okay, Angel, you can go just this one time, but you have to give something up in return. You have to give up your one time stimulating Alan today."

"Arrgh! I should have done that earlier!" Katherine cursed in frustration. "But it'll be worth it. Suzanne, this is going to be fun!" She jumped up and down for joy. Alan couldn't see her boobs jiggle from his rear view, but he was mesmerized to watch her long, dark hair cascade over and over as if in some shampoo commercial. Every move she made was designed to turn him on, and she had his attention so firmly that he could barely follow what anyone said.

"Don't worry about money," Susan said. "The more stuff you can get for Katherine and me the better, and I'll cover all our stuff, whatever it costs. If it's sexy and you like it, don't hesitate. Just buy it."

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne then left for dinner at her house, and not long afterwards Katherine, Susan, and Alan had dinner together. Once again, Alan was driven to distraction by the clothing, or lack thereof, on Katherine and Susan. Still trying to outdo her mother for his attention, and reluctantly acknowledging the social norm to at least wear some clothing, Katherine wore the sexiest thing she could think of.

She didn't know where Suzanne had bought the extremely tiny bikini that had proved so popular with Alan, so she'd decided to devise something of her own. She took scissors to her skimpiest bikini and cut the fabric even more so there was nearly nothing there at all. It made Suzanne's bikini seem conservative by comparison. It was literally nothing but spaghetti straps and the bare minimum of fabric to cover the nipples. She made the cuts look very professional-looking so her mother would think some women actually wore such things in public.

Again she decided that short skirts were the best way to go for showing off her butt and pussy. She used the same scissors to cut her shortest skirt even shorter. They were now so short that even when she stood straight up and perfectly still, one could see the bottom of her pussy. It was almost a misnomer to still call it a skirt. Her bikini top and skirt were matching dark green.

Additionally, she wore high heels as she always did now whenever Alan was home. Only Amy was still slow to catch on and fail to join the other women in wearing high heels constantly when around Alan.

So Katherine outdid her mother, who cooked dinner thoroughly covered up. There was fat being fried, and Susan didn't want any of it to land on her skin. She realized that she was being temporarily outdone and was very eager for the new clothes Suzanne would hopefully buy for her later.

While Susan cooked dinner, Katherine stood next to Alan and let him "get her attention." Her nearly nonexistent skirt was just the perfect thing for him to access her pussy. He spent many long minutes rubbing her clit until she cried out in climax.

Susan, able to see them from the kitchen, was driven to distraction with jealousy, but there was nothing she could do except to try and hurry up the cooking.

Alan had learned that to talk under such circumstances wasn't wise, as it could lead to trouble. But he decided to talk a little this time, mostly to push his mother even further. Katherine rubbed his penis through his shorts (he almost never wore underwear any more) while the two of them discussed the merits of shaved versus unshaved pussies, the various ways to stimulate clits, the merits of using vibrators, and just about any other pussy-related topic they could think of. Katherine quickly realized the game was to get Susan hot and bothered without saying anything "over the line" and she eagerly played the role Alan hoped for.

Susan had a hard time cooking. She found herself rubbing her crotch up against sharp corners, like a cat desperately in heat. After about ten minutes she could take no more, and ordered Alan to stop caressing his sister's pussy.

Katherine beamed as Alan mostly ogled her and ignored her mother throughout dinner. Normally Susan would have chided Katherine and made her wear something else, but she didn't because she worried it would appear again that she was hypocritical, and Katherine would argue that her rules and punishments were designed to keep Alan all for herself. On top of that, Susan was just plain damn horny and even got a thrill out of looking at her daughter's nice body, while she learned through her daughter some different ways to flash her own body.

Katherine was on a roll. It wasn't enough for Katherine to tease Alan while they sat at the dinner table - she made every excuse she could think of to stand up and walk around. Katherine especially enjoyed dropping things on the floor right next to where Alan sat and then picked them up without bending her knees, nearly shoving her ass and pussy into his face. At the same time, she'd rub a hand all over her ass and make innocent small talk and say things like, "Oh, no! Can you believe I dropped the salt shaker AGAIN? I'm so clumsy. I hope you're not looking between my legs right now Alan, 'cos you'd be able to see EVERYTHING!"

Susan finally complained about Katherine's outfit and asked, "Where on Earth did you get those postage-stamp things?" But her real agenda was to try and find out where Katherine got them so she could get one like it. Katherine didn't let on that she'd made it herself.

A few minutes later, after Katherine bent over lewdly for Alan yet again, Susan happened to be nearby and caught a good view of her daughter's crotch. She realized Katherine's pussy was soaked. She said, "Angel, your cunt... Uh, I mean, your pussy... Um, uh. Let me start again. Your nether regions. They're very wet. It's just a .... big, gooey mess. Why?"

"Mom, do you have to ask? Isn't it the hugest turn on, exposing yourself to Alan? Doesn't it just make you wet all the time, or is something else causing that?" She giggled.

"That's not really... That's a private matter. Please! Let's settle down here. I run a respectable family."

But Susan got a revenge of sorts. Finished with her cooking, she rushed to the underwear cabinet by the front door and changed into a revealing nightie. During much of his sister's sexy display, Alan's penis was too exhausted to take advantage, but by the time Susan came back to the dining room it had revived and he'd already taken it out of his shorts.

Susan's eyes lit up. Without even asking him, she reached her hand under the table and stroked his penis while he continued to eat, much like she'd done for him during breakfast.

As she started to do this, she said, "By the way, I really have to apologize."

"You do?" Alan couldn't imagine for what. He was loving life. With her hand doing amazing things to him at that very moment, he couldn't possibly imagine how she could be a better mother.

"I just feel so bad about all the dinners you've been eating lately. We dress so skimpily, and it gets you nice and hard, but then you suffer there until you finish eating. Take last night. We got you so hard that you had to whip out your lovely tool halfway through your meal. But then it just sat there on your thigh, completely unattended until after you finished eating. That's just cruel. Don't you agree, Angel?"

"Definitely," Katherine replied staring at her brother's lap while Susan continued to stroke his penis lazily. It seemed the entire Plummer house now revolved around him and his penis.

Susan went on to say, "I think it's more important that you get instant relief than it is that we all put food in our mouths at the same time. The needs of your penis come first. Next time I'll try not to keep you waiting."

"And what, suck me while I'm eating dinner?" Alan asked incredulously.

"Okay, if that's what you need," Susan grinned, glad to see that Alan had said exactly what she'd hoped he'd say. "I promise I'll try harder to please you. Like what I did this morning during breakfast. Don't you like it when your mommy gives you visual stimulation" – she pulled down on the fabric of the nightie below her boobs, which caused one of them to pop out – "and other kinds of stimulation?" Her other hand jacked him off more excitedly.

He just nodded. Alan thought, Dang, my mom is one horny mama today. And it's a frigging Monday. Tomorrow's a Tuesday. I'm going to be literally and actually killed by my mother's horniness before I can live to see another Wednesday. Not to mention, Katherine is a total vixen tonight. If I can make it to Friday I deserve an Olympic gold medal for sheer endurance.

Susan stated, "Tiger, I've been thinking that sometimes you're so busy trying to reach your six times a day that you don't have enough time for things like homework. But I'm thinking if we just lightly stroke you for long periods of time, you'll be able to reach your target and get things done, too. Think of it as a stealth stroking - you won't even know I'm here. We can start practicing during dinner, right now, to see if it bothers your concentration. If that works, then we can try doing it when you're doing your homework. Kind of like when Suzanne jacked you off while you read the newspaper yesterday. Does that sound good?"

"You know it does. But what about Katherine?" He cast a concerned glance at his sister, who looked fit to be tied at Susan's blatant and wanton display. It was obvious that she dearly wanted to get her hands on her brother's dick and do all kinds of wild things to it. Alan felt that it was his sister's turn - just as soon as Susan finished the delightful things she was doing. This damned grounding prevents Katherine and me from having sex, he thought resentfully. I can hardly wait until it's over! But then again, frigging everything seems to conspire to keep me from having sex, it seems.

"Yeah, what about me?" Katherine seconded. Her postage-stamp bikini top had ridden up her chest, and she had her arms underneath her tits to thrust them out even further.

"I'm thinking this is a two-woman job. One of us can stroke while the other one eats. And then we'll switch. That way, our hands won't get so tired from all the rubbing, and we can all finish eating at around the same time. I'm trying to build up some stamina with my hands and my mouth, but nothing can match the endurance of your John Thomas," she said to Alan.

Katherine's eyes brightened as the prospect. "Mom, that is a GREAT idea. I don't mind missing dinner completely if I have to, as long as I can have my brother's hot stick in my hand. When can I take over what you're doing now?"

"Remember that you're still grounded and you gave up your penis privileges for the rest of the day. So this love-pump is all mine tonight. You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking that if we, as a family, practice this a lot, then eventually Alan will become accustomed to being jacked or sucked off while he's doing just about anything, kind of like dribbling a basketball without thinking. You and I and Suzanne can keep him hard and leaking tasty pre-cum every minute of the day. It doesn't matter what he does - studying, showering, eating, reading, sleeping. One of us will be ready with hands or mouth to take care of his needs at all times. Then he'll never have a problem reaching his six times a day target."

Her eyes looked wild and she panted, just with the thought of this new idea. She thought, I'm going to be permanently attached to my son's penis! Morning till night! I'm going to show him my love with my mouth every minute of the day! Literally every minute!

Alan said with a cocked eyebrow, "Sleeping?"

Susan nearly hyperventilated with excitement. She took a moment to breathe slowly and calm down a bit. "Well, okay, maybe not sleeping. I guess I got a little bit carried away with the whole thing. But that's to better explain the general concept of stealth stroking."

Alan thought, Jesus, Mom is getting seriously out of control. I would never have imagined her casually referring to my penis as a "love pump," or even a "John Thomas." She's getting soooo into the cocksucking concept that it's not even funny. Maybe she's diverting all her pent up desire to fuck me into cocksucking? I mean, the way she's going on, she HAS to want to fuck me bad. Just hearing her talk, even I get so excited that I want to fuck me! The sexual feeling in the air is so thick I can cut it with a knife. Look at Katherine. She's got her own heaving tits thing going on just from hearing my mom talk about this new idea of hers. And she has pretty ample tits of her own. Dang. It's a miracle I don't just spontaneously prematurely ejaculate every time I see one of these women.

CHAPTER 8

For the next twenty minutes Alan finished eating dinner while his mother lightly stroked his rod. He never ran out of inspiration as he took turns staring at his mother's and sister's tits. He didn't actually have much food left to eat, but he had so much fun that he ate extremely slowly, just to see how long he could prolong the experience, and how long his mother could last. Katherine's nipples were exposed to his eyes more often that not. Especially once Susan grew intent on Alan's penis as he slowly neared climax, she stopped looking at Katherine and focused her entire being on pleasing his penis. That allowed his sister to openly pinch and tease her nipples, make lewd faces with her tongue, and obscenely eat phallic-shaped food.

Alan's penis was in fine form. He finished eating dinner and seemed close to ejaculation, but didn't quite go over the edge. So Susan reverted to stronger measures.

First she stood up and got him some strawberries and whipped cream for desert. That gave him a few minutes to recover. Then she took off what little clothing she still wore and sat directly on one of his blue jean-clad legs. Alan had to pull his chair back a bit to make room for her, but otherwise he carried on as usual, ate his dessert and talked to Katherine while Susan jacked him off. There was no pretense at going slow now.

But technically it was still a test of the stealth stroking concept, so Alan tried his best to ignore the silent and naked woman in his lap. He carried on talking to his sister as if his mother wasn't there, though he couldn't resist a stroke of her long hair from time to time. It looked like he ignored her, but it was like trying to ignore an attacking 800-pound gorilla. He barely managed to keep a conversation going and connect the food to his mouth.

Susan also seemingly completely forgot about the idea of sharing the duties with her daughter. Katherine realized it would be futile to ask Susan to swap places, since Susan was so obviously worked up, so she just enjoyed the show and did her best visually to keep Alan horny.

His mother was more than happy, because she was able to rub her pussy directly on the rough fabric of his blue jeans right at a bony spot on his knee. It provided excellent friction; more than enough to create a wet spot on Alan's pants.

Alan had developed many tricks to delay orgasm and prolong the pleasure for himself and others. He had a remarkable ability to hold off on short-term pleasure for greater, more delayed pleasures, and he showed that ability yet again. Just as she had him on the verge of climax, he said, "Mom, I'm thirsty. Could you get me some milk? You always say I need to drink lots of fluids so I'll never run out of cum."

"Now? But, Tiger, we're so close." She looked over at Katherine and indicated with her eyes that Alan should have Katherine do it.

"Now, Mom. Please."

So Susan got up and hurriedly got the milk. When she came back she found that he'd taken off his blue jeans and had nothing on but a T-shirt. She was disappointed at that, because she'd loved rubbing her pussy over the rough denim, but Alan wanted to feel her rubbing right on his skin. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist the idea now that she'd started.

She worriedly looked over at Katherine, but Katherine was poker-faced and tried to seem uninterested. Reluctantly, Susan sat back down over his leg and immediately started to slide her wet pussy lips over and around the bony parts of his knee. She quickly got back into it, and loved the feel of flesh beneath her lips even better than she did the jeans.

Looking over at her topless daughter, who had one hand on a nipple and the other below the table edge but no doubt up her vagina, Susan commented as she rode her son's knee, "Things sure have changed in this house lately, haven't they?"

Everyone broke into laughter at the great understatement. But all of them were too worked up for sustained conversation.

Soon she was so far gone that Alan tried to push her a little bit more. "Hey, Mom, you know what you're doing to my knee? Pretend that's not my knee. Pretend that's my penis. You're sliding your pussy all over my penis, Mom!"

"Oh, Tiger! Oh! What an idea." Both her hands and her pussy moved faster. "But that can't be your penis, because I'm holding it in my hand! Mommy is holding your big fucker. She's going to get off all over you!"

"Imagine that I have two penises," Alan suggested. "Imagine I have a clone twin. A second me. One is sitting behind you and you're sitting on his penis. In a minute we're going to double up on you and fuck your mouth and pussy at the same time."

"Oh no! Dear God! Two Alans! Fuck! Yes!" Susan exploded in a multiple orgasm. Alan found his knee simply drenched in her pussy juice. It dripped all down his leg. But still she kept on and jacked him off all the while. She'd never thought of two Alans before. She knew already that she would fantasize about it that evening and for a long time to come.

Alan survived that erotic eruption without cumming and thought he could last forever. But, in fact, he didn't hold out much longer. When Alan finally came it arrived so suddenly that it was a surprise even to him. One second he was doing fine and the next there were ropes which shot straight up into the air.

Susan was not in a good position to get her mouth over his penis. It happened to be pointed up and towards the table when he started, so the first rope went high up and landed right on the table top. The next two hit his clothes and the floor before Susan finally turned the penis around and aimed it at her chest. The rest of the ropes hit her all over her legs, stomach, and tits as she tried to direct it like a powerful fire hose overwhelming the holder. By the time she managed to get her mouth over the end, there was no cum left, to her immense frustration.

They ended up with a bigger mess than usual, since it was rare for any of his seed not to be directly aimed at a mouth, face, or chest. Both Susan and Katherine were disappointed, though Katherine acted quickly and scooped up some of the gobs from the table before Susan could think to do it herself. Susan didn't give much thought to the mess, or the increasingly public way in which Alan had been pleasured, or the outrageous way she and others behaved. She just reveled in her pleasurable feelings. And though Susan wouldn't admit it to herself, to have Katherine or someone else watch increased her pleasure even more.

Katherine still wore the micro-mini skirt that failed to even go down far enough to cover all of her pussy. She walked over to Alan and sat on his knee almost as soon as Susan vacated it. Susan had walked away towards the kitchen, but she turned around in surprise to see Katherine squish around in the juices she'd left on Alan's knee.

As Katherine gave her brother a hug, she said, "How was that, Big Salami Brother? Did Mom jack you off as well as I can? Watching made your sister soooo horny." She slid her pussy lips all over Alan's knee even more ostentatiously. Susan's juices mixed with her own and she found she could slide around as easily as a skater on ice. "Do you think you could get up for a repeat performance?"

Alan's entire knee couldn't have been more wet if someone had poured a pitcher of water on it. Katherine slid many inches forwards and back as he tried to focus on her face and talk. He was still so aroused that he had a hard time thinking or even focusing his eyes on her moving face. "Ummm.... It was good. Very good."

He looked over at Susan. He thought she'd gone to clean herself up, but in fact she only went for a glass of water. His cum still remained all over her upper torso. She now stood close to her children, with one hand in her pussy and other on a tit. "You were really good, Mom."

His mental facilities returned as he saw an opportunity to tease his mother a bit. He pointed at his knee and stuck a finger in some cum which dripped off. "But look, Mom. You shouldn't have created such a big mess. Sis is having a hard time sitting on me. Your daughter is practically drowning in your cum. Look. All of our juices are mixing together. Why, it's so slippery that it's a near thing she doesn't just slide off me altogether."

"Dear Lord! Forgive me, God!" Susan shrieked. "It's too hot! Too much!" She fell to her knees and fucked herself with her fingers even more vigorously than before. Huffing and puffing like an old steam engine, she finally dropped the rest of the way to the floor in yet another unbelievably intense orgasm. Her legs continued to twitch long afterwards as she lay helplessly on the floor.

She thought, as she came to and began eating the cum that still remained on her chest, Forget my other reasons. I can't have Alan fuck me - or two Alans - good God, I can't even let myself think about that - because if he did he would kill me. I would simply die of sheer delight. He almost killed me right now from across the room. It's too much! ... What kind of mother am I? So irresponsible! But I just can't stop. Can't stop....

Susan was so blissed out on her goal to be the world's greatest cocksucker for her son that nothing fazed her at all. Alan foolishly failed to take advantage of her wanton mood to push the boundaries in other areas as much as he could have. If he had gotten himself erect yet again he could have walked over to where she lay and played with her like a rag doll. Her only reaction would have been to cry in joy for more. But unfortunately he was completely spent. Katherine repeatedly got herself off on his knee while she hungrily watched their mother writhe on the floor close by, but he couldn't do any more with his penis.

A short time later Susan finally managed to calm down somewhat.

As she lay on the floor, still catching her breath, Katherine removed herself from her brother's knee. She walked over and stood above her mother, examining the sight. There were still uneaten gobs of cum all over. "Yummy, Mom. You've got a very yummy mess all over you. Do you want me to help clean it up?" She licked her lips suggestively.

Susan thought back to how she'd cleaned Suzanne's "mess" up at the beach, and how she almost couldn't control herself from diving into Suzanne's pussy with her tongue. "NO!" she shrieked, filled with the fear that the same temptation could happen to Katherine. Then, more calmly, she continued, "Really, Angel, this is too much. We have to have some kind of decorum around here. We can't just sit around sucking Alan's penis and eating his cum all day. Can we get up and do something productive for a change? I have things to do. I'll take care of this mess myself, thank you very much!"

She picked herself up off the floor and went to have a reinvigorating hot shower. But before she turned on the water, she finished licking up all the remaining cum gobs. I'm such a hopeless case, she thought. Where's the leadership? The moral authority? The firm boundaries? It all crumbles the instant I get horny. She sighed a very heavy sigh and lolled Alan's cum around her mouth, savoring the taste.

Despite her attempt to restore some normality to the house, she knew the evening's sexual games were far from over. She looked forward to being all alone with Alan and his penis while the others shopped, and that was for starters. The funny thing was, she didn't really have other things to do. Since there was no need to work for a living, she didn't have much to fill her time. She idly wondered just what she used to do all the time before she started her new favorite pastime of cocksucking. It occurred to her that she'd spent far too much time watching television, shopping, cleaning, and socializing with friends she didn't really like that much in the first place. The house was a lot messier these days, but no one seemed to mind.

She thought cynically to herself, Maybe I should just announce myself to the world as a full-time cocksucker. People would ask me, "So what do you do, Ms. Plummer?" I'd reply matter-of-factly, "Oh, live-in cocksucker for my son. Yep. You heard right. I suck my son's cock all day long." I'll bet that would turn some heads! Ha! I wonder what my husband would think. He'd call me up from his job in Asia and ask, "So, how's the cocksucking coming, Honey?" "Oh, great, Dear. Alan just filled my mouth with the most marvelous load just an hour ago, and I'm jacking him off as we speak. How are things with you?" Wouldn't that be a hoot?

But in all seriousness, this is, like, my calling. I love it! I can't get anything else done. I know I'm just gonna sit around and fidget and watch the clock until I can do it again later tonight. It's all I can think about! I just have to focus on the cocksucking so I won't cross the line into fucking. There's no moral ambiguity or excuses for that. That's just plain immoral and wrong. ... Even though it would be so good. If cocksucking is this great, imagine how fucking a real man like Alan would feel. But I can't think about that!

The stealth stroking wasn't exactly stealthy, and certainly wasn't in any way low-key near the end. But it was successful in that Alan's penis was sated for a while. He hit the books shortly after dinner and was remarkably able to get some work done for once. He purposely didn't shower so that he could smell like the personification of sex. His room was nearly the same. Meanwhile, around seven o'clock Suzanne came over to get Katherine, and they went to the store.

CHAPTER 9

Suzanne drove Katherine to a store in a nearby business district called Stephanie's. Suzanne had never been there but had heard of it. Her regular store to buy lingerie and other sexy items was already closed. Stephanie's was open until 8:00, so they had less than an hour to make their purchases.

There were a couple other customers milling about when they came in. Suzanne immediately grabbed a few items she found promising, and said to Katherine, "Let's go try these on." They hurried to the changing rooms.

The changing room was reasonably big, and had a large mirror on one wall. There was a bench on the opposite side, but there was no door, just a curtain that parted in the middle. The two females quickly got naked, and put on some lingerie they picked out.

"What do you think?" said Katherine, as she pirouetted around in a one-piece nightie.

"It's hard to tell just by looking," replied Suzanne. "An important factor with these kinds of clothes is: how easy is the access to your best assets? If I'm Alan, for instance, will I be impeded in reaching your tits?" Suzanne grabbed one of Katherine's tits, but pretended that having the thin fabric between her hand and Katherine's nipple greatly bothered her. "You see? I want your nipple, and all I get is the nightie."

"But why don't you just slip your hand underneath?" Katherine guided Suzanne's hand with her own, until Suzanne found Katherine's hard nipple and began properly pinching and twisting it.

"Yeah, but what if he has to do that, while Susan is bare chested? And she almost always is these days. Don't put yourself at a disadvantage. Get something that says 'Fuck me now' a little more." While her hand continued to grope at Katherine's tit, her other hand reached for the girl's pussy. "And what about down here? Again I'm impeded. I want your pussy now, not next week!" In truth it was no bother for Suzanne to push aside some fabric and begin finger-fucking, which is what she did.

"Now see how the access is on mine," Suzanne said, and soon the two of them were on the carpeted floor, busy licking and sucking each other.

A pretty employee named Ginger came by the changing rooms after about ten minutes to see what was taking them so long. She could hear moaning easily enough and guess what was happening, but to better satisfy her curiosity she knelt down and looked under the curtain, since it didn't go all the way to the floor. Since Katherine and Suzanne were now rolling on the floor and completely naked in a sixty-nine position, Ginger didn't have to leave much to her imagination. But working at a store such as this one, such scenes happened every now and then. So Ginger just smiled to herself and went to check on the other customers.

After Katherine and Suzanne both climaxed all over each other, Katherine said, "I give our current choices the thumbs up. Not that we're wearing them!" They had very quickly gotten naked. "But if we're going to try every item out with a practice fuck, we'll never get enough shopping done in time."

"You're right," Suzanne said. She said with an amused smile, "We should have come in here a couple hours earlier so we could practice fuck with every single item. But let's go out there and find something even more fuckable." Suzanne pulled some hankies out of her purse, and they wiped their faces free of cum.

Suzanne put on the lingerie instead of her street clothes, and shamelessly went out into the store with her tits and pussy faintly visible through semitransparent fabric. A few of the other women customers eyed her strangely.

The employee who spied on them earlier walked up to Suzanne, and said with a friendly smile, "Hi, my name is Ginger. How are you finding everything? I was afraid you and your young friend got lost in the changing room."

"No, I think we're finding everything we're looking for. We believe in giving products the full test run before buying them." Suzanne said this in a knowing manner. From the way Ginger was looking at her, she had no doubt that Ginger knew what happened in the changing room, and that the employee was more than fine with it.

"That's commendable," Ginger said. "I see you like one of our latest models," she added as she began caressing the shoulder straps of Suzanne's lingerie.

"Yes, I'll take this one. However, I was just saying to my friend Katherine..."

Katherine walked out of the changing room as she said this, also dressed in lingerie. "Katherine, can you come over here?" Turning towards Ginger, Suzanne added, "My name is Suzanne, by the way. Katherine is my next door neighbor's daughter."

"I'm sure she is," Ginger replied, while doubting it herself. She wondered if Katherine might not be Suzanne's own daughter, judging by the age difference and the similar unusually tall, dark haired, and busty bodies.

Katherine meanwhile walked up to them.

Suzanne gave the brief introduction, "Katherine, Ginger. Ginger, Katherine. Ginger is going to help us shop, aren't you?"

"I'd be delighted," said Ginger. "What in particular are you looking for?"

"Well, as I was just saying to Katherine, we need items more sexy and revealing than the ones we're wearing. In particular, we need some that leave the private places exposed instead of covered. Do you have anything like that?"

"Of course. Let me show you to the back of our store."

Ginger reminded Katherine of Heather, mostly because of the same shade of long blonde hair. But Ginger was shorter, somewhat less stacked, and far less tanned. She also seemed a lot kinder, and had a very gentle face.

The back of the store was a separate room, but was still connected to the front by an open doorway. People on the street at least couldn't see what was happening inside it. There was a whole range of extremely revealing lingerie, and a large assortment of sex toys and accessories on the walls and in racks. Suzanne found something in particular she liked.

"Ah, Katherine, you see? This is what I was talking about." Suzanne held up a negligee like the one she was wearing, except there were holes for the boobs and pussy. "Just my size. I think I'll try it on."

Ginger started to say, "The changing rooms are located..." but stopped because she realized Suzanne was already in the midst of taking her clothes off right there.

Katherine gasped and put her hands over her shocked, gaping mouth. She thought, I'm feeling playful, but I wasn't exactly expecting public nudity!

Suzanne put the new outfit on. "What do you two think?" she said, as she proudly strutted her bare tits and pussy to any and all who would look, walking up and down an aisle as she modeled the outfit. Aside from Ginger and Katherine, there was one older lady in the back part of the store, and she looked at Suzanne very disapprovingly. The other customers were on the other side of the curtain in the front of the store.

"Very good, Suzanne," Ginger said with a professional demeanor.

"I think it looks waaay hot!" Katherine said, surprising herself by just how excited she was. "But I can't believe you'd just wear it right here!" Suzanne's public nudity was getting Katherine very hot and wet, not to mention what it was doing to Suzanne and even Ginger.

"Why don't you try one on?" Suzanne encouraged Katherine, and Katherine soon found a similar item she liked. She started walking to the changing room, but Suzanne grabbed her arm, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Shaking nervously, and blushing more than she had in weeks, Katherine hastily changed clothes right in the middle of the room. Suzanne thoughtfully blocked the aisle in the direction of where the one other customer was, but Katherine wasn't so worried about that. She was more attuned to the fact that Ginger was standing just a few feet behind her, watching everything.

Katherine somehow thought the ordeal would be over when she finished changing, forgetting that she was putting on an outfit that exposed her tits and pussy. She covered up her exposed privates with her hands, and nearly died of shame when she looked at the one older lady still in the back, who was giving her an evil eye. Katherine was so flustered and embarrassed she didn't notice that the lady was holding two dildos in her hand, sizing them up for purchase.

"That outfit is also very nice, " Ginger said encouragingly as she checked out Katherine's bare pussy and impressive boobs.

"I come from the 'show me' state," Suzanne said as she reached out, pushed Katherine's protective arm away, and cupped Katherine's exposed tits. She groped at them in a blatantly sexual manner right in front of Ginger. Katherine closed her eyes in delight and embarrassment. She was amazed that Ginger and Suzanne acted as if public nudity was completely normal, and tried her best to act cool too. By closing her eyes, she unfortunately missed when Suzanne deliberately turned towards the older woman in the store and gave her a sexy wink. The stranger opened her mouth in shock.

"What do you think, Ginger?" Suzanne asked. "Try them out for yourself and see if this is the best choice for her."

Ginger wouldn't have worked in a lingerie store if she didn't enjoy seeing and touching beautiful women. Without much hesitation, she reached out and cupped a tit while Suzanne worked on fondling the other one. "Katherine's boobs are impressive," Ginger said dispassionately, as if she was discussing the hem of a dress. "We should find clothes that draw special attention to them." Turning to Suzanne, she said, "You on the other hand have such big breasts that I'm at a bit of a loss on what best would suit you." She turned around and grabbed Suzanne's rack with both hands.

"I'm sure you could think of something to do with them," Suzanne said in a provocative voice.

"I'm sure I could as well," Ginger replied, "but that might not help you find any more clothes." The other lady in the room finally walked out of the special back room, apparently disgusted at the shamelessness of the younger generation.

"I know what you mean," said Suzanne. "For instance, I could find a lot of things to do with this," she reached out and rubbed her hand along Katherine's shaved pussy lips. "That's why I need her pussy unburdened by any covering at all times."

"That's why we're here to help," Ginger said, following Suzanne's hands with her own and now fully devoting her attention and both hands to Katherine's crotch. There were now three hands down there, all enjoying the tactile sensation of a bare and slippery wet pussy. One of Suzanne's hands expertly worked the clit.

Ginger asked, "I assume it's important that a finger be unimpeded if it were to ... say ... enter a certain hole?"

Suzanne replied, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Ginger rammed a finger into Katherine's already wet pussy. Katherine cried out. Then the helpful employee began rubbing. Katherine was delirious with excitement, well aware that at any moment someone she knew might walk through the curtains and see her. She reached out and held on tight to a clothes rack: her knees were so shaky it was all she could do not to fall to the floor.

"Yes, that is of supreme importance." Suzanne agreed. "But don't forget the access to the anus." As if on cue, Ginger stuck a finger up there too. Suzanne was pleasantly surprised that Ginger was so bold. "And also let's not limit ourselves to just fingers. Dicks and dildos too."

Ginger apologized, "Sorry, we can't help you with dicks today, but as you can see, we have a wide variety of dildos for sale." She pulled a hand out of Katherine momentarily and pointed it in the direction of the walls that had dildos hanging on them.

"So I see," Suzanne said. "Why don't we try one of those out on Katherine, to make sure if will fit in the hole of this negligee?" Ginger smiled deliciously at that suggestion and Katherine shuddered, afraid she couldn't take much more. "But before we do that, Katherine, why don't we pick out some more of these sexy clothes. And Ginger, could you also be so kind as to model some of the more revealing items? Look how embarrassed this girl is. Her whole face is tomato red. I think she might be more at ease if you get naked too."

"I'd only be too delighted," said Ginger. She walked to the open doorway between the front and back rooms of the store, and made eye contact with the other female employee there, who was helping a customer near the front door. Winking, she pulled a curtain closed across the open doorway.

Katherine meanwhile whispered to Suzanne, "Have you no fear?"

"Nope," Suzanne answered happily. She whispered back, with Ginger still out of range, "You mind if we share Ginger?"

"I was kind of hoping to be with just you a bit more. But I guess these kinds of opportunities don't come along very often. And I'm so fucking hot that if I touched a red hot poker it would cool me down."

Suzanne smiled a grand smile, pleased at everything around her.

CHAPTER 10

Suzanne and Katherine spent the next twenty minutes or so picking out a large pile of items to purchase. Sexual fun was largely postponed until they were sure they'd have enough stuff to bring home first. There was some danceable techno music playing, and they all swayed and grooved as they shopped.

They both continued to wear the outfits exposing their pussies and tits. Suzanne concentrated much of her attention on her fingers and her pussy, but Katherine was too shy to follow suit. At one point, Katherine whispered to Suzanne, "How can you be so calm about this public display?"

"Pshaw. I haven't done this kind of thing in years, but you should have seen the way I was in college before I got married. I'll have to tell you some stories sometime when we're both naked and squishy."

"As opposed to now," Katherine said, causing both of them to giggle. Katherine was slowly loosening up, especially since no other customers had seen them since the one older lady had left, and it was nearing closing time.

They tried out clothes with the excitement of little kids on Christmas morning. Suzanne put on a black leather dominatrix styled outfit that covered up most of her skin except for her pussy, stomach, and cleavage. "What do you think?" she asked Ginger and Katherine. She pretended to swing a whip through the air.

"I like," Katherine responded. "Definitely sexy! Hit me, mistress, hit me!"

Ginger pretended to be more doubtful even though she secretly loved it. She walked over to where Suzanne was posing. She thrust two fingers up Suzanne's pussy with a loud squish. "I like this part," she said as she yanked on Suzanne's clit with her other hand.

Suzanne laughed heartily. "And to think I've been shopping at your competitor's all these years!"

Ginger kissed Suzanne square on the mouth, then the two necked and fingered for a couple of minutes. Finally they snapped out of it thanks to some loud coughing by Katherine, who felt left out.

Ginger now stood back and gave a more honest assessment of the dress. "Katherine is right. Lots of pussy and ass..." - Suzanne swirled around to show her ass - "but it covers your nipples. With assets like yours, I'm not sure you should ever hide your nipples."

"Good point," Suzanne said, "but I think it'll turn him on anyway. Put this in the 'buy' pile." She wiggled out of what clothes she wore and then changed into something else, even as she grooved to the music and frigged herself at every opportunity.

In a whirlwind of activity, they set aside for purchase just about anything they liked at all, and threw the rest into a pile. They were so excited that they were leaving their fluids on just about every item they touched, but Ginger didn't see it as a problem, since they were buying most everything they tried on, and the rest could be cleaned later.

Much of the clothes they selected had an S and M theme to them, Katherine found herself drawn to items that made her look submissive, like dog collars and hand cuffs. Suzanne found herself drawn to many of the same things, to her own great surprise. But there were many other styles besides that they liked. Their only criterion was if they figured it would turn Alan on. They were careful not to refer to him by name, however.

It seemed that each new item was more revealing than the last. Most were specifically designed to show off and expose boobs, asses and/or pussies.

But Ginger turned out to be the one to wear the most revealing outfit of all, which consisted of little more than rope, dildos, and her favorite cap. Katherine was gratified to note that Ginger also had a noticeable bikini bottom tan line, just about the only other female she'd seen naked sharing her tan line problem.

"What do you think, would he like this?" Katherine asked Suzanne as she modeled yet another S and M themed outfit.

"I don't know," Suzanne said with indecision. "What do you think he thinks about the whole S and M thing, anyway?"

"Not sure. I do know he likes spankings. You should hear what he told me about being spanked by... uh... well, I'll tell you later." Katherine realized naming names wasn't wise, despite the friendliness of Ginger.

"Well, if he's totally into it, would you want to be whipped and beaten by him?" Suzanne asked.

Ginger intruded on the question, walking up between Katherine and Suzanne, and cupping tits on both of them at the same time. She breathed, "Getting whipped is sexy and fun. You have to try it. I could show you."

Katherine tried hard to ignore that, and considered the question for a moment. "I'm not crazy about the idea, but then I never thought I'd enjoy a finger up the butt or a spanking either. Or being with women, period, for that matter. So I try to keep an open mind. The important thing is, if he wants me to do it, then I have to obey."

"Same here," Suzanne said, surprising herself with what she'd be willing to do for Alan. "But still, let's not encourage him too much in that direction, okay?" She bent forwards and licked one of Ginger's nipples.

Ginger was intensely interested in finding out who this mysterious man was, and his relationship to these two gorgeous women, but neither of them let any clues slip. Ginger suggested to Katherine, "That's a nice one you're wearing. Why don't you show it to Cindy, who's working in front of the store?"

"What, you want me to walk to the front of the store like this, and model myself in front of who knows how many strange people?" Katherine immediately became bashful again, and covered up her exposed tits.

"Uh-huh," said Ginger. "Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"

"Maybe, but I'm not into dressing scantily in public. There might be guys up there! My only goal in dressing this way is to please... my master." Katherine said "master" at the last second to avoid saying Alan's name, but she liked the sound of it.

"Not just our master," Suzanne pointed out, though she wasn't happy to use that term. "For instance, you also please me." She stepped forward and kissed Katherine on the lips. The idea of walking to the front part of the store, or even trying on more clothes, was forgotten as Katherine and Suzanne once more got into exploring each other's bodies. This new concept of Alan being their official master made both Suzanne and Katherine very hot.

"And just what do you to think you're doing without me?" Ginger asked, pouting that she was missing out on the action.

"Oh sorry," said Katherine, as she and Suzanne turned their attention to the store assistant. "By the way, what does it take to get a preferred customer discount around here?" The two of them reached out to Ginger and ran their hands all over her.

"Um, I'm not really entitled ... That is to say..." said a flustered Ginger as the two overwhelmed her and brought her to the floor.

"What about an Ginger sandwich?" Suzanne suggested. "That should be worth a ten percent discount, at least!" Ginger was unable to answer because Katherine lowered her pussy onto the assistant's face. Suzanne meanwhile buried her tongue deep into Ginger's pussy.

There was no pretense at any more shopping after that. Suzanne and Katherine stayed well past closing, but unfortunately the other cute but older sales attendant Cindy had family at home and couldn't stay and join them.

After everyone got off several times, Ginger said, "Speaking of S and M, there's nothing to worry about. Why don't I show you how it works?"

"Um, thanks but no thanks," said Suzanne.

"No, really. It's no problem. I know it seems weird to think of being whipped, but how about being the person who does the whipping? Why don't you give it a try? You can practice on me." Katherine and Suzanne could see that Ginger's offer to be whipped was hardly an altruistic act - the cute employee was trembling with excitement at the prospect.

"What do you think, Katherine?" Suzanne asked doubtfully.

"Oh, I guess trying out a few cracks of the whip wouldn't do any harm. As long as no one tries it on me, that is."

So they went ahead, tied up Ginger and then whipped her repeatedly on the butt. Neither Katherine nor Suzanne really got off on powering over Ginger, but Ginger got off on it well enough. Before too long they dropped the whip and went back to using their hands and mouths. But they kept Ginger tied up, just for fun, and gave her the occasional spanking or hole poke as they went through a final selection of their clothing.

Suzanne was amused at the situation: two total strangers were in a locked store after hours, and had tied the only employee up with rope. Suzanne pointed out, "I wonder what a policeman would think if he happened to wander into here right now." All laughed at the delicious thought. Katherine immediately grabbed a strap-on dildo and role-played being such a policeman discovering the other two.

Ginger loved the treatment. She said, still tied up and bent over the floor, "You two are seriously the most fun customers I've ever served. Not to mention the best looking."

"I'll tell you what's being served," Katherine said in a naughty mood as she fingered the helpless woman. "Something spicy. A big steaming plate of Ginger flavored pussy."

Suzanne walked over and sawed into Ginger's asshole. "You forget the side of Ginger ass. And a nice glass of Ginger pussy juice completes the wholesome meal." Ginger cried out in ecstasy at the double assault.

Ginger's only gripe was that her two customers were too timid. As she lay on the floor with her face in the carpet and her ass up in the air, she said, "Toe me."

"What?" said a confused Suzanne. "Tow me? To where?"

"No, toe me. Stick your toes in my cunt. Do what you want. Go wild. You have me naked, tied up, and helpless. Get medieval on my ass! I love it when my ass gets seriously abused. We've got the toys around here to do anything."

But neither Suzanne nor Katherine really wanted to put their toes in someone. And they were getting tired. They were also well aware that there was a lot of fun waiting for them at home and that they needed to save their energies. So they reluctantly untied Ginger in order to make their purchases.

When all was said and done, Katherine and Suzanne paid for over three thousand dollars in clothing and sexual paraphernalia. To their surprise, Ginger did end up giving them a ten percent discount. She joked, "I forgot about the obscure regulation stating that a Ginger sandwich IS good for ten percent off. I wish more customers knew about it! After all, we want to encourage repeat customers. Our goal is to have you cum again and again."

Katherine smiled wryly and corrected, "You mean come back again and again."

"That too," Ginger replied, barely able to keep a straight face. "I seriously wish I could give an even bigger discount, but I don't own the place. Maybe you could get an even bigger discount if you bring your master in and have him help try on some clothes. I wouldn't mind getting in some trouble for that. And if you introduce his penis to Cindy, the owner, you just might end up getting everything for free. Who knows? But call first and make sure I'm working that day."

On the way home in the car, Suzanne asked Katherine, "I liked Ginger. Do you think we should introduce her to Alan? Not to mention that other woman? That was quite the offer she made."

"Hmm. Alan would definitely like her; she's beautiful enough. And she's apparently single and has the right 'can do me' spirit. But frankly I've got too much competition with Alan's time as it is. I don't want one more. Or two, for that matter. And to be honest I'm a bit afraid of blondes, even fake ones." (Ginger's dark haired bush showed her real hair color.) "Maybe later on."

"I'm with you on that," said Suzanne. "But if Alan says he wants more women to fuck, we should be obliged to get them for him, don't you think? Especially since a girl like Ginger wouldn't be just for him. It's fun the whole family can enjoy, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, sure. A girl like Ginger is nice enough, but really no competition for Alan's affections compared to the likes of you and me. So let's keep her in mind, in case our master asks for a new fuck partner. She seemed very keen on meeting our mystery man. But our main goal should be keeping our master so well fucked that he won't want anyone else."

"Do you really have to call him Master?" Suzanne asked. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"Can I just say it around you? It turns me on."

Suzanne raised an eyebrow and looked at Katherine questioningly. Finally, she said, "He is just your brother you know."

"I know. But I'm enjoying this fantasy, okay?"

"Whatever. You know, by calling him Master, that implies you're his slave."

"I'm aware. I'm Alan's sister slave fuck toy."

"Okaaay. I guess that's why they have the saying, 'whatever turns you on.' Just like Ginger. She's into some weird stuff. Phew."

So they didn't mention Ginger at all, but both Katherine and Suzanne now had a new favorite store to buy lingerie from. Katherine also started calling Alan "Master," but only if she was alone with Suzanne. The older neighbor found the term both repugnant and strangely exciting at the same time, but she certainly had no desire to say it.

But now they were to go back home. The night was still young, and Suzanne had an idea on how they could best show off their new purchases for Alan. She was very confident that Alan would love it.

CHAPTER 11

Alan continued to study while Suzanne and Katherine were shopping. Amy came over and also did her homework next to Alan. She wore short shorts and a white T-shirt with a low cut collar that she made sure usually hung open for Alan to peek inside.

Amy's presence really frustrated Susan, who was looking forward to a long, satisfying cocksucking while Katherine and Suzanne were gone. She was more than willing to suck Alan's penis in front of Suzanne or Katherine now, but not Amy. She didn't understand how far Alan had gone with Amy in private, and still thought of Amy as an innocent who would be safe with Alan. Additionally, she thought it would be highly irresponsible to stop the two teenagers from doing homework just for her own cocksucking needs.

So Susan worked on things around the house until about 9:30 PM, when Katherine and Suzanne finally returned with their arms full of shopping bags. They'd been gone about two and a half hours. Susan was considerably cooled off and disappointed by then.

The two happy shoppers snuck off to Katherine's room and hid many items. This included many of the things they'd bought for Susan. Some of their purchases for her, like the dildos and strap-on dildos, they didn't want to show Susan yet. But other most of their items they wanted to show off right away.

Finally they were ready. They moved to the living room, and then called Susan, Alan, and Amy to come and join them. They suggested they all put on an impromptu fashion show to display all the new clothing they'd bought. Susan protested as usual, saying, "That seems so improper!"

Alan pointed out, "Mom, didn't you say more than once that nothing should be denied me? Certainly there's no rule breaking here. Just lots of nudity. Lots of good inspiration for my daily needs."

"Well, that's true. ... I suppose. But what about Amy?"

Katherine replied, "Don't worry, Amy, you can model some of my outfits." Nothing had been bought for Amy, because Suzanne still wasn't very comfortable with Amy getting so sexed up.

"Oh goody!" Amy replied, shucking her T-shirt off right there, knowing Alan liked to see her topless. "Let's go get changed."

"That's not what I meant," Susan complained. Her concern was protecting Amy's innocence, but she was clearly behind the times on that point.

Suzanne commented, "Oh, come on, if I can handle including Amy, then you can. I'm not crazy about the idea of including her, but they're right. It's just a little visual stimulation, and Amy has done that much many times already. I'll bet you're just worried everyone will be showing off clothes but you. Don't worry, we've got lots of very sexy stuff you can model for Alan."

The happy prospect of Susan strutting her naked body in front of Alan broke the last of her resistance, and all the females went to an adjacent room to change. Susan was delighted at the purchases they'd made on her behalf.

Katherine promised Amy that the two of them would go back to the same store and pick up some more things, making Amy feel much better. Katherine mentioned something about how Amy would really like the "ten percent sandwich discount" there, but Amy didn't understand the meaning.

Amy was particularly excited to be included. She realized it was another important step for her becoming more included in the sexual "gang." She modeled the first item, which consisted of long black gloves, long black boots, a top hat, and a small leather piece barely covering up her tits. Nothing came even close to covering her bare pussy. "I love it!" she cried. "Gosh, this is just like Halloween all over again, except more fun and sexy!!"

She held a cane in her hand, and expertly swirled it around in the air. She did a little dance of sorts, ending with her legs lewdly spread in front of Alan. He and the others gave her a big round of applause.

But Suzanne complained, "That's enough, dear. As Susan no doubt would put it, that's a little improper."

"What? I thought Alan loves pussies. Alan, don't you like my pussy? I'm keeping it shaved just for you." She stroked her bare skin where her bush used to be, a mere two feet from Alan's face. He could see every detail of her invitingly open and wet pussy lips. She positioned her cane as if she would stick it into her pussy at any moment.

Susan protested, "Enough, Amy. Please. Listen to your mother. Suzanne, I can't believe you allowed Katherine to buy such a risqué item!"

Suzanne didn't want to discuss that. She simply announced, "Next!"

Amy walked off, but as she left she said, "You know what would be cool? Some groovy music. Getting in front all dressed like that just makes me want to dance." So they put on a compilation of disco hits.

Susan continued to make her usual "It's so improper" complaints, until it came her turn to model her first outfit. She stood before Alan and the other women dumbly, and burning with embarrassment. Her outfit had a Western theme. She wore a cowboy hat, Laura Croft-styled utility top that showed off her ample cleavage, blue jean-styled bikini briefs, and cowboy boots. It was a fairly conservative outfit in comparison to the couple that had come before. It didn't expose her pussy, nipples, or ass crack. But the others thought they should start slow with her.

She was burning with embarrassment, and hid her eyes. She rarely thought of her husband Ron anymore, but for some strange reason the idea popped into her head of her husband looking at the scene, and seeing her dressed like an erotic cowgirl in front of all these other people Ron knew so well. She couldn't imagine what his reaction would be, unless it was an actual heart attack. The mental image of this confrontation bothered her and shamed her.

"How do you like the outfit?" Suzanne asked her best friend. "Do you give it the two thumbs up?"

"I give it the one finger up," she answered in an exasperated voice, and gave Suzanne her middle finger. She didn't even realize she'd made a joke of sorts. It was the first time she'd ever flipped the bird at anyone, and it felt good. "This is all your fault, you know. Why the heck did you have to pick this outfit out for me? I look so dorky."

"What do you think, Alan?" Suzanne asked. "Dorky?" She didn't know what he'd say to describe his mother, but she was sure it wouldn't be "dorky."

Alan answered, "Mom, you look so totally hot. I think I'm gonna faint from the heat coming off of you. God, that outfit makes me sooo horny."

Susan was very pleased. She blushed even more and pushed her arms against her sides like a shy little girl, but it also caused her tits to push forward even more. "You think so?" she asked coquettishly.

"Definitely, Mom! My penis is just about to explode with hot cum just from looking at you!"

"Well, why on Earth did you make me wear this without my glasses? You know I can hardly see a thing without them."

"Sorry, Mom. Just for this one time. I just thought it would make you look even more exotic and different. And it sure does. I seriously can't even believe this is the same mother who drove me to soccer practice all those years and make such great birthday cakes since I was a baby."

"I know!" Katherine exclaimed suddenly. "Brother, you know what Mom totally reminds me of? A porn star! She looks totally like some kind of porn star in a cowboy-themed movie. Some corny porn flick like 'Fuck Off at the O. K. Corral' or something like that."

Alan laughed but he had to agree. "You're right. She is SUCH the total porn star! She needs a name like Darlin' Debbie or Janet Juggs or something. Oh, I know. Suckin' Susan." Everyone guffawed at the appropriateness of that.

Then he commented, "You know, Sis, I'm amazed just how similar you and Mom look when she has her glasses off. It's hard to believe you were adopted. So, if Mom looks like a porn star, do you know what that makes you look like?"

As Katherine giggled, she answered, "An upstanding, prudish, God fearing, church going fuddy duddy?"

"No!" Alan said, and as Katherine was in reach he leaned over and started tickling her.

Everyone laughed at the good fun, but Susan seemed a little disappointed to be called a porn star. So Alan said to her, as the tickling let up, "Mom, sorry we're laughing at you, but this is so much fun. And the idea of you being a cowgirl porn star makes me sooo friggin' hot. Jesus. This is my mom we're looking at here! Everyone should stay away from me because I'm a serious fire hazard. I'm about ready to burst into flames. The only thing that could make me any hotter, Mom, is if you dance around a bit."

"Hrm." She stood there. She was torn between pleasing her son and further embarrassment. She was aware that the others already had their turns and each one had danced, and the pressure was on for her to do so as well. The idea of her husband stumbling onto the scene still disturbed her mind, but then the thought came to her, I've come this far. A little dancing is nothing compared to some things I've done. Finally, she said, "Well, partner, I reckon I could do just a little bit of dancin'."

"That's the spirit!" Alan jumped up and went to the CD player. The disco hit "Le Freak" was playing, which seemed very inappropriate for her get up. "Just a sec. Ah. Here." He put on a Blues Brothers version of "Rawhide," the old cowboy TV show theme song.

Susan wasn't good like Suzanne at doing accents or improvisational dialogues, so she just tipped her hat, said, "Thanks, partner," and started moving her hips. She strutted and posed to the music, hesitantly at first, but more boldly every second. After only a couple of minutes the song ended and the music changed styles, but she was on too much of a roll to stop. She galloped around and whooped it up as if she were at a hoe-down. She completely abandoned herself to the dance.

Suzanne called time at the end of the second song, and Susan ended her dancing to great applause. By then Alan's mother was a solid convert to the whole fashion show idea. She rushed back to the changing room like a kid who'd just discovered an exciting amusement park ride and rushed back to the line to ride it over and over again.

Each of the four women took turns modeling. One would stand in front of the other four and Alan and sexily model an outfit for a few minutes. Then all four women would disappear into the next room, pick out another item, and help the next person up to put it on. That left Alan alone a lot of the time, but he didn't mind, considering the show he would get each time if he showed a little patience.

Alan desperately wanted to take his penis out. So he took it out not long after his mother did her cowgirl strutting, knowing she would no longer object. In fact, as soon as he took it out, Susan immediately took it upon herself to jack him off as he watched the rest of the show. And she kept at it. He was amazed at her stamina in being able to jack him off for long periods of time without getting tired. When it was Susan's turn to model an outfit, Katherine temporarily took over.

After a few outfits, Suzanne wore one made out of an unusual, fuzzy material. Alan asked, "What's it made out of?" and Suzanne answered by saying that he should try feeling it himself. From that point on, no modeling of an item was over until Alan got to feel the outfit, which quickly turned into a feeling up of the entire body. He would make various comments, like, "Look Suzanne, this doesn't cover your bush at all," and would proceed to feel up her bush to prove his point. The comments were stating the obvious, but were part of the game.

Susan grew more excited as the show got more erotic and interactive, but she still tried to maintain boundaries because of Amy. For instance, each time they went to the other room to change, she could barely stop from fingering herself to relieve the tension, and she knew that as soon as she did, Katherine and Suzanne would eagerly follow. But she worried what Amy would think. Little did she know that Amy was only holding back herself from such frigging for fear of what her mother Suzanne would think. So everyone got more and more aroused, but no one got off.

CHAPTER 12

As they continued to show off various outfits, Suzanne and Katherine especially began putting on spontaneous one person mini-dramas.

Katherine went the furthest when she displayed a bunny outfit. Like just about every single outfit they'd bought, it left her pussy, ass, and tits all uncovered.

As she modeled it, she made up a dialogue that resembled a twisted version of Little Red Riding Hood. "Oh no!" she cried out in mock anguish. "I'm a helpless bunny, lying here on the floor. Oh dear! Here comes Alan, the big bad wolf! What is he going to do with me? Is he going to eat me? I hear wolves love to eat us cute bunnies. Oh no! It looks like he wants to eat my pussy right between my legs!"

She spread her legs wide at this point, and exposed her pussy for all to see. "Big Bad Brother Wolf, what a big tongue you have!" She put her hands on an imaginary head of someone licking her pussy, and she shook all over with pleasure. "Mmmm! I guess it IS better for you to eat me with!" Then she frigged herself some more, thrusting in and out in time to the pounding beat of "Staying Alive."

But she went on, "Oh no, Big Bad Wolf, what a big penis you have!" She turned over and kicked her legs up again at the knees. "Oh, Alan, my sexy, well-hung brother, are you going to fuck me in the ass with your big bad cock?"

"Okay, that's enough, Angel," said Susan. "You went too far. No feelies for you. Next!" She was enjoying the show as much as anyone else, but realized they were right on the verge of breaking into a full on orgy. She was disturbed that Katherine would so openly talk about fucking her brother, and made a mental note to lecture her about it later.

Katherine pouted, "No feelies? Mom, you're so mean!" Feelies was a term spontaneously coined during the show to refer to Alan's groping of their outfits. She complained some more, "I did an extra sexy display - I should get extra feelies!"

Susan made herself the arbiter of making sure those things didn't go too far. She denied Katherine that particular feelie, but as time went on, things got more sexual and she grew more lax. The air was so thick with sexual excitement and frustration that one could cut it with a knife.
Rather incredibly, no one had climaxed yet, not even Alan. The handjobs were slow and delicate in order to make sure Alan didn't lose it too fast and thus put a big damper on the show. He also was still left alone during each change of clothing, giving him about five minutes each time to cool down somewhat. But he could only take so much physical and visual stimulation.

The end of his endurance came when Suzanne walked out in a "dress" that in fact was nothing but lines of chain links all over her body. Like the other women, her pussy was flowing like a faucet by this time. One of the chains went right up her vulva and bush, and that was a big part of the reason she was leaking so much. Every step she took, every movement of her lower body, and the chain pulled tight into her pussy. Appearing like that was more than she could take, and the rubbing of the chain helped push her over the edge. She closed her eyes, stomped her feet a couple of times, and had an orgasm standing there in front of everyone.

As if that wasn't enough for Alan, Susan leaned and whispered in his ear (she'd been making sexy comments to him on each outfit to augment the handjob she was giving him). She whispered, "Look at Suzanne, Tiger. Doesn't she look just like a slave at a slave auction? But don't worry, you already own her - she's your sex slave! We all are!"

Alan cried out, "No!" and frantically tried to push Susan's hands away from his penis, but she responded by jerking him even more vigorously, and he lost it all together. His body thrashed around in one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had, but Susan wasn't deterred by his thrashing - she locked her lips around his dick and drank it all up.

As soon as Alan recovered, Katherine came over to him and started running her hands playfully all over him. She was still dressed in the last thing she'd modeled, which was a stethoscope, nurse's hat, sterilized gloves, and not much else. "Did everyone see that?" she asked. "Did everyone see what finally got him off? It was when Susan called Suzanne a sex slave!"

"No, you're wrong," Alan complained, but his face practically turned purple with embarrassment. Katherine knew she was right and that the sex slave comment was at least a big part of it, though by that point just about anything could have sent him over the edge.

"Aha!" she cried triumphantly to the other women. "Look at his face! I'm totally right. Alan Plummer, Mr. P. C. Politically Correct himself, gets off on the idea of sex slavery! Is that fucked up or what?" She giggled gleefully.

He protested, "No I don't! It was just that Suzanne looks so gorgeous. And Mom's hands. And all the outfits. Christ, the outfits! And then when she started shaking with the orgasm..." His voice trailed off.

Suzanne was still standing there in chains, now smiling at him. Just the renewed sight of her and the thought of what she did a mere minute ago were likely to make him horny again. She purposely put her hands behind her back as if she was tied up, to emphasize the slave idea. But his penis hurt now so he purposely turned away and tried to think unsexy thoughts. The fact that Susan was now licking his crotch completely clean didn't help matters any.

Suzanne thought to herself, That's odd. I really enjoyed the chain outfit. Really, really enjoyed it. I was thinking I was a dom with the way I got off on spanking Katherine the other day, but maybe I go both ways, sub and dom. I think maybe I just like sex in all its forms. Any and every way to do it. But I am NOT going to get all "I'm your submissive little fuck toy, Alan, I'll do your every whim like a mindless slut," the way Katherine tells me she does with him. That is just not dignified, and not necessary to have fun. I'm the one secretly directing things here, and I'm not going to run around calling someone else Master, thank you very much.

Susan had what she most wanted: a drink at Alan's fountain of semen. So she broke up the show, leaving Suzanne's chain dress as the last item modeled. The show would have had to end soon anyway, as they'd modeled about fifteen outfits, new and old, and were beginning to run out of things to show. Everyone had a good time, and Susan noted approvingly to herself that although some boundaries were pushed, things didn't get out of hand. Alan for instance, managed to keep his fingers actually out of any pussy holes except for a few furtive pokes with the last few outfits that Susan didn't notice, although he petted many bushes. (He spent a long time petting Amy's pussy with a thumb furtively jammed up her hole, which was ironic given that the show started with an admonition that Amy shouldn't even be lewdly showing her pussy to him at all.)

They all agreed that they should do another show soon, as this one ended far too quickly. Everyone secretly hoped that the mini-dramas would be more physically interactive with Alan the next time around. Katherine, Suzanne, and Susan ran off to Susan's bedroom to look at the rest of the clothes they'd been given, especially the ones that Alan wasn't supposed to see yet.

The bathroom was also heavily used as each female found the opportunity to relieve themselves and get themselves off. What disturbed Susan when it was her turn was that, for once, it wasn't the thought of Alan that occupied her when she was masturbating. She instead thought about all the naked female bodies she saw. She couldn't get them out of her mind. But she told herself it was doubtless a one time thing brought on by the fashion show. She went back to her bedroom to look at and fawn over all the other clothing.

CHAPTER 13

That left only Alan and Amy in the living room. It was very late by this time, but Amy wanted to wait for Suzanne to go back home with her. Amy was a bit disappointed she didn't get to keep any of the outfits, and tried to hide her sadness by suggesting that Alan play checkers with her. He did, but Alan's mind wasn't on the game. After seeing and feeling up four beautiful women, he was incredibly frustrated that he didn't actually get to end up fucking anybody.

Since Amy was sitting in front of him, with her big boobs nearly hanging out her shirt as she leaned on her elbows in front of the checkerboard, he set his sights on her. He'd noticed lately how simply taking his penis out of his shorts usually led to a good result, so he figured he'd try that again. "Sorry Amy, if you don't mind, can I take my penis out? I'm getting excited all over again from thinking about the show, and it's hurting in my shorts."

"Oh sure," she replied. "Do you need any help with it?"

"Actually, yeah." Too easy! he thought gleefully.

She clapped her hands. "Goody!"

"I think it's time you start your cocksucking training. Would you like that? To be one of my regular cocksuckers?"

Amy jumped up, all thought of checkers forgotten, and with one hand took off her shirt, while the other took off her shorts. "I thought you'd never ask. What do I do?" Despite all the sexual play she'd been involved in lately, she'd never actually sucked a penis before.

"Just hold it and rub it like you did the other day," he suggested. "But if you do that long enough, some white stuff will come out, like what happened when you saw Susan doing it earlier. Or like when she did it on the beach. I noticed you paid real close attention then. Also, you can try putting your mouth on it and sucking it. It's good to run your tongue around it. After a while, when the white stuff, the cum, starts coming out, you may want to try to drink it up. Otherwise, let it splash on your chest or stomach so it doesn't get on the nice carpet."

"M'kay! Let me try this first, and then work up to the more complicated stuff." She began rubbing his penis. Of all the women pleasing Alan, she was the least experienced, and it showed. But she still had a lot of infectious enthusiasm. "This is great!" she said after a few minutes. "You know, I think... I think I'm getting all tingly myself! And nobody is touching me, even."

After another minute or two, she abruptly stopped and put her mouth around his penis instead. She had never done that before, but she quickly started getting the hang of it. Alan talked her through it, giving encouragement and suggestions. "Oh Alan," she said after a few more minutes elapsed, "I'm getting even more tingly, and all leaky! Oh! Oh my God! Oh!"

"You're having orgasms, Amy. Don't you know that? Does it feel good?"

"Woooooowww. Gosh, that was good! Let's make that happen some more. Can you touch me up my special hole, like you did earlier with your thumb?"

"I don't think I'm supposed to right now. My mom might get mad if she walked in."

"M'kay. Bummer. Let me do some more of this then. Boy, Alan, your penis is so big I can barely put it in my mouth. But I love it." Her mouth went back to his penis, after giving it a brief respite.

She did some unusual things with her tongue, as she experimented about what she should do. At one point Alan had to say, "You need to suck more than blow. That's why they call it cocksucking." A minute later, he cried out, "The teeth! Not the teeth!" But some of her experimental ways felt quite good.

Alan was getting near a climax and Amy's naked body was writhing around, knocking over the checker board, when Suzanne came walking in. She was heading back home from being in Katherine's room. Suzanne was alone because Katherine was too busy with her new dildo toys to see Suzanne out.

Suzanne was not terribly surprised to see Amy like this. Amy was obviously getting more and more involved in all the sexual hijinks around Alan, and Suzanne's attempts to stop it had been surprisingly halfhearted and ineffectual. But still she was disappointed to see her daughter actually sucking Alan's penis. Amongst other things, it meant more competition for his attention, and no extra pleasure partner for herself either since she wanted to stay away from her own daughter and actual incest. She was painfully aware that unlike the adopted Alan and Katherine, Amy was her real genetic offspring. She was also frustrated that she had specifically forbidden Amy from cocksucking several times already, including just the day before. Amy was normally a very obedient daughter.

"Come on Amy dear, time to go home," said Suzanne calmly. "It's past eleven and past your bedtime." She wanted to scold and punish Amy, but she could hardly do so given the wide variety and quantity of sexual things she'd done with Alan already.

Amy briefly pulled her mouth off Alan's penis, but replaced it with busy hands because she sensed he was building up. "Oh, Mom, shucks. Can't I just finish up here?"

Alan decided to make an argument moot. He'd been holding back on sheer willpower, and gave in. "Too late! I'm starting to cum. Hi Suzanne, how's it going? Quick, Amy, your mouth again!"

Amy locked her mouth around Alan's penis. He began spasming into it, but she was completely unprepared for the experience. She seemed to be choking, and quickly pulled it out. With her eyes closed, she held on to the penis but just let the cum fly wherever it would. Nearly all of it ended up on her face, while some hit her chest and more dripped down onto it.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed in frustration when it was all done. "I'm so sorry Alan. I wasn't expecting that. It just came out all of a sudden, so much. I wanted to swallow, but I couldn't keep up. That's hard!"

"That's okay, Amy. Don't worry about it." He caressed her neck and gave her a hug, though he was careful not to cover himself in his own cum. "You'll get better. I guarantee it. And you did a great job up until then. Did you enjoy it?"

She suddenly brightened. "Did I ever! Gosh! It was awesome! Can we do that again right now? I promise I'll do better this time!"

Alan looked up at Suzanne as he said to Amy, "Thanks, but penises take some time to revive. And I think your mother is waiting for you."

Suzanne stood naked by the underwear cabinet near the front door. She was looking very cross and annoyed. She tried to look sympathetically at Amy, and said, "Come on Honey Pie, it's time to go."

"You're so mean," Amy pouted.

"I'm not being mean, I just love you and am looking after you."

"Awww, Mom. Don't get all gushy." Amy was happy.

Suzanne grew cross again. "Would you rather I get upset? I'm mad at you, you know. I explicitly warned you yesterday NOT to suck Alan's cock. You defied me."

Amy instantly went from happy to sad. "I'm so sorry Mom, but everyone else was doing it, and it seemed so much fun. I just had to try it. I'm really, really sorry. But I'm no good at it. Not like you." She seemed like she was going to cry, both from disobeying her mother and from "failing" the blowjob.

Suzanne again stroked Amy's hair consolingly. "That's all right. I understand. You have raging teenage hormones. I guess there's no stopping some things. And Alan's right. You'll do much better at it tomorrow." She hugged her daughter as a sign of not being really upset, but wasn't able to completely avoid Alan's cum. A few strands of Alan's semen connected the two like cobweb strands hanging between them, before falling back to Amy and Suzanne's skin.

Amy changed moods again, brightening some. "You mean that? You're not going to punish me? You'll let me do that again?"

Her mother grudgingly nodded so she turned to Alan. "Hey Alan? Do you mind if I try that some more?"

Alan had been watching the interaction closely, not least because of the fact that both the gorgeous women still stood naked just across the room from him. "Of course not, Amy. It's my pleasure if you want to suck it any time."

"Oh goody!" She clapped her hands together in glee. "I promise I'll get it right next time. Tomorrow! Definitely! Can I try tomorrow?" Alan nodded.

Suzanne began to reach for her clothes in the underwear cabinet, but it occurred to her that she and Amy couldn't exactly return home with Amy's face and chest dripping cum. She had a strong desire to lick the cum right off her daughter's face, but stopped before she started when the incestuous implications hit her.

She turned to Alan and complained, "Why did you have to give her such a big load? Jesus H. Christ! Amy, what are we going to do with all this cum?"

"I guess I'll go wash my face," Amy replied.

But Suzanne countered, "If you do that, we'll never hear the end of it from Susan. One important thing you have to realize, Honey Pie, is that Alan can only give up a certain amount of cum per day. So you don't want to waste a drop if you can help it. Why don't you lick up and eat what remains here. That's your reward for giving him an orgasm. Here. Let me show you."

Suzanne encouragingly ate the few bits of cum that ended up on her skin after hugging her daughter. She did it with such enthusiasm that Amy eagerly followed suit with the much more copious amounts dripping all over her.

So Suzanne and Alan stood there rather awkwardly as Amy ate gob after gob of cum until she was all cleaned up. Like everyone else, she praised the taste. She complained loudly when there was none left to eat. They quickly dressed.

"Thanks a lot, Amy," Alan said as the two went to the front door to leave. He playfully added, "Aunt Suzy, your daughter is a natural cocksucker!"

Suzanne turned back and gave Alan the middle finger, partly in jest and partly in sincere frustration at seeing her daughter do such sexual things. She really did still see Amy as "her baby" much of the time.

Alan didn't know how to respond to the finger. He knew that he was to blame for "corrupting" Amy, but he didn't feel particularly bad about it.

He simply waved good-bye as the two of them opened the door and walked away.

CHAPTER 14

Alan went back to his bed. That was climax number eight. No need to pleasure myself tonight. What a way to get there, too! So much help in one day, and didn't need to touch myself. And so nicely paced all through the day, too. Fuck, what a show that was! Seems like half the day, someone was on my penis. Yet my cock is still in one piece, and I even got some homework done. Even though Katherine and I didn't get to go to Kim's house today, what happened at home more than made up for it! My mom is just totally breaking down lately and letting herself go. Good-bye boundaries, hopefully! Good riddance. And Amy - today was like her coming out and full initiation into the cocksucking club. Heh-heh, cocksucking club - I like the sound of that. Hopefully Amy can help to open things up around the house even more.

Every day is better and better. How good can it get? If every day could just be like today, or even yesterday for that matter, not to mention the day before, then it's okay if I haven't fucked Suzanne or Mom yet. I've died and gone to heaven already! Heck, every day is great.

But still the day wasn't over for Alan. Shortly after he thought this, Suzanne knocked on his door. She'd returned after making sure her daughter Amy had gone to bed at a reasonable time for school the next day. Alan let her in, and was suitably impressed. She took off a loose, conservative dress she often wore to cover up when walking to the Plummers, and revealed her real outfit: a see-through top and extremely low cut cut-off jean shorts.

After Alan let her in, she said, "Sweetie, I know you must be tired, but I'm hoping you still have some life in you. I was going to go to bed, but I realized I'd be haunted by all that cum on Amy's face and wouldn't be able to get to sleep unless I got some of my own. And not only that, but tomorrow is Tuesday. You can't have me go without for two whole days!" She made an exaggerated pout.

"Suzanne, I can't. For one thing, Mom still hasn't given me my goodnight kiss. I expect her here any minute."

"That's another reason I came back. Your Mom is asleep for the evening. She was so exhausted that Katherine and I literally had to drag her to bed. All this sexual activity is very tiring, you know. So I figured if she can't tuck you in, I'd better do it."

"I don't know Susan. I mean, Suzanne. I wish we could, but I've done it eight times already today. I really wouldn't make sense for me to do it any more." Alan thought it was interesting that he was confusing Susan and Suzanne with each other, and Suzanne noted it too. It was something he'd only started doing lately.

"Oh, that's okay. You know, these stupid shorts." Suzanne hung her thumbs in her shorts, and began slowly pulling them down. "They must be too big on me, 'cos they keep falling off my hips all the time!" She kept pulling until her bush came into view, and still kept sliding them down.

Alan was already hard just from looking at her. In fact, it had pretty much come to the point that just looking at Suzanne or any of the other three women at home would almost automatically make him hard, no matter what they were wearing. He'd seen them all naked so much lately that he could literally mentally undress them. He knew every mole and every blemish, which wasn't hard to do since all four of them had such flawless skin.

Suzanne kept sliding her shorts slowly down until they were around her knees. That caused her to learn forward, with the very pleasant side effect of her top hanging forward and loose. He finally replied, jokingly, "Suzanne, you need some new shorts. You're right - those are far too big on you."

Suzanne ignored his comment. "Sweetie, the fashion show was great, but it left me soooo horny! You don't expect me to put on such a great performance without a little reward, do you? Just one teeny weeny blowjob?"

Suzanne had actually hoped to have some actual intercourse. After her role as Elle at the party and then the close call at the nude beach, she was ready to have her first "official" fuck with Alan. But given his current condition, she decided she'd better content herself with a blowjob. One thing she learned from the Elle incident that it was no good forcing it in a less than ideal situation.

Alan found his willpower to resist her charms rapidly weakening, but he still held out. It occurred to him how odd it was that she, just like the other females, considered a blowjob a reward for herself, when it was generally considered that the point of one was to please the man. "I'd really love to, but I really, really can't. I mean, eight times! That's such an absurd number for most people."

"You're not most people. I don't think you realize the total sexual stud you've turned into. I think you can handle one more time. And I'll bet Daisy would agree with me."

As Suzanne said this last sentence, she slid her shorts up and down a couple inches around her knees, as if that was how she normally wore them. She changed her voice and adopted her Daisy Duke southern accent. "I only hope you can do it again, 'cos I's got a powerful fixin' for a good cocksuckin'. Mammy says I's been a suckin' and a fuckin' my pappy's cock far too many times a day lately, and that I gotta help my brothers out more often. You needin' any help there, Brother?"

She let her shorts drop to the floor, and then shifted her weight from one leg to another in an exaggerated manner, keeping Alan's eyes glued to her crotch.

"Oh no!" groaned Alan. "You're evil! Pure evil, Daisy Duke! How can any sane guy possibly ever refuse you? You're so impossibly beautiful. Come on over here Daisy, your brother needs your body in a big way."

Wow, he thought, I can hardly believe it, but I'm gonna get pleasured by Susan, Katherine, Suzanne, Glory, and Amy all in one day. Those are my five favorite people in the whole world!

"Yee-haw!" she yelled. She threw her thin top over her head, and leaped into Alan's bed. Alan buried his face in between her huge tits. She grabbed his dick and pumped it with her hand. "Daisy's never met a cock she'd didn't love to suck, but yours is my favorite, Jim Bob, 'ceptin' daddy's of course. Oh, by the by, mammy said I's gotta remind you you'd best be doin' your chores or she's gonna tan your hide with one of them erotic spankin's. If you do, you get to be spankin' her, so I 'spose it's a spankin' either way."

"Chores? You mean I gotta feed the goats and milk the cows?"

"No, I mean your fuckin' chores. Don't tell me you plumb forgot. You've been drinkin' too much moonshine? I's touched you like me best, but you gotta feed all your other sisters with your big fat cock too. Fill 'em up till their holes and mouth are overflowin' with seed, just like you do every day. Then you've gotta milk your mammy's big, creamy tits. If she don't get her milkin' and fuckin' every three hours her nips hurt so bad with leakin' milk. Downright criminal not to fuck her, it is. Ain't you rememberin' nuthin'? Ain't you gonna help out your milky mommy Susan with a good fuck and suck?"

"Susan?! Oh God!" Alan groaned as he succumbed to Suzanne's pleasures. "Daisy" kept him up for another half an hour, with the emphasis on "up".

Suzanne didn't really care anymore if her husband was worried about where she was and when she might come home. They hardly ever spoke anymore, anyway. She knew that it wasn't really fair to have Alan perform again, but she couldn't help herself. She had her pride, but in fact she wasn't that different from what Susan had become. Suzanne had to guzzle Alan's addictive sperm down her throat at least once a day or the day was a total loss. Nothing else mattered as much.

Alan stayed hard seemingly for ever. Suzanne loved it, and the penis she licked was positively dripping with his pre-cum and her saliva. But midway through her licking, she suddenly stopped and looked up into Alan's face. Using her normal voice, she asked, "So, the idea of me being your sex slave really turns you on, doesn't it?" She licked his penis tip while waiting for an answer.

"No," Alan protested. "You know that can't be. That's not right. I love an independent, emancipated woman, not some slave."

She continued to slurp up his pre-cum. After a pause, she said, "That's your answer? Alan, if you're not completely honest, I'm going to stop doing what I'm doing." It was a bluff - she didn't even have the discipline to stop licking completely while making the threat.

But Alan believed her enough to confess, "Okay, okay, you got me. I'll admit it excites me a bit. But Holy Christ - who wouldn't be aroused by that and the way you looked? I'm only human!"

"Mmmm," she said contentedly as she took his penis back into her mouth. After another minute she popped it out long enough to ask, "Would it turn you on if we all called you Master?" She was thinking back to how Katherine referred to Alan by that name earlier in the very eventful evening.

Alan cried "NO!" far too loudly. But his penis twitched, and he couldn't hold back. She found it interesting that the word "master" obviously turned him on so much, but she didn't have time to contemplate or comment. Her tongue dove back in as he began to shoot his semen into her face.

But Suzanne was in for a disappointment. In comparison to his usual gushers, he didn't cum much, and then nothing came out at all, even though his penis was still pumping.

Alan was disturbed. "Oh shit, Suzanne, what's happening? Where's the cum?"

Suzanne continued to shake and stroke his penis, as if more would come out any second. But she finally gave up, and commented, "I've heard of this happening. It's nothing to worry about. In fact, I'm surprised it hasn't happened to you already, given how active you are. It's amazing you have anything left at all after that load you left on my daughter's face. Don't worry, just get a good night's sleep and your body will make lots of cum for all of us to enjoy tomorrow. Actually, scratch that. Lots of cum for Susan to enjoy. I keep forgetting tomorrow is a Tuesday and she's already been working to make the rest of us femmes scarce. Grrr."

Suzanne lay back and put her head upon Alan's chest. She said, "You know, the thought of this whole Tuesday thing, you know, I must admit, it makes me a little bit jealous. I'm afraid you're more attracted to Susan than me. Are you?"

"Suzanne, please! Don't make me make those kinds of comparisons. It's not fair. You know I love you very much."

"I know. And it isn't fair. But I'd feel a lot better if you could just name three things you like better about me than you do Susan."

"Well, I guess I can do that this time, but only if you promise never to have me compare you to Susan or anyone else."

"Okay. So flatter me."

"Three things. Hmm. That's tough, because both of you are so incredible. But your voice. I definitely love your voice. Your voice sounds the way you look. Sooo sexy. No wonder everyone compares you to Jessica Rabbit, because you sound so sultry. You could make a fortune as a phone sex operator."

Suzanne laughed, delighted. "I'll keep that in mind," she joked.

"But seriously. I don't even have to see you to get aroused. You've got this kind of slight raspiness, too, as if you've been up all night screaming and fucking, so now you're voice is a little sore."

"What an excellent idea!" she joked again. "Sneak into my bedroom a couple hours after midnight. Odds are good we won't wake up my husband, he's a sound sleeper. Just don't bounce on the bed too much. Let's see just how sore my voice can get."

Alan rolled his eyes and ignored her comment. "And your accent. Susan has this Midwestern, kind of normal sounding accent. But you have this slight foreign accent."

"I suppose I still do have a bit of a French lilt..." Suzanne then played up a very heavy French accent. "I lived in France with my husband a couple of years after college, mon amour. Even though we'd had the babies already, I hung out in Paris cafes, smoking like a chimney, and acted like a character from some art nouveau film."

"I can imagine. Dark glasses and scarf, right?"

She laughed, because he was right. "Oui."

"Then there's your hair. My mom's hair is great, don't get me wrong. Perfect like some shampoo commercial model. But I love how yours curls in unexpected directions. It's like, every time you look at it, you never know what you're gonna get. Even the color changes, depending on how much the light brings out your reddish tinge. Sometimes your hair is dark brown, sometimes you look like a redhead. I could look at it forever."

"There's no reason you can't touch it too," she pointed out, drawing her head closer to his.

He began playing with her curls. "And, still on the hair, I love that one long strand that hangs down. It draws the eye to your chest. What's the story with that thing?"

"I don't think your eyes need much help finding my chest," she said playfully. "You mean this strand?" She pulled at her strand of teased hair. It bent back and forth several times before stopping above one of her nipples. "I've had that since college. I thought it would make me look more sophisticated. Now maybe it just makes me look older."

"No way. Please keep it. And the third thing is your legs. Again, mom has awesome legs. Don't get me wrong. But you're so flexible with yours."

"I'm double jointed."

Alan thought, Ah. Just like Amy. I guess it runs in the family. "Well that explains things. You could seriously scratch your nose with your toes. And the tone! Both you and Amy are so soft and pillowy, but yet so muscular. When you're at rest, it's like you're a human marshmallow. But when you tense up, I can feel all the muscles in there, and it turns out you're not fat at all. It's like ... soft muscles. Is there such a thing?"

Suzanne laughed gleefully. She was pleased with all the compliments. Even as he was speaking, she flexed her legs in one direction after another, to show just how flexible she was. "I don't know about fluffy muscles, but at least it looks like my daily exercising is paying off. I feel a lot better now. I was beginning to wonder if I'd created a monster in getting Susan to help you so much, but I think it's gonna be okay. So are those all my good points?"

"Not by a long shot. But I actually gave you more than three there. How 'bout a little kiss as a reward?"

They kissed for many minutes. Alan made a point to grasp at her thighs, and she playfully flexed her muscles every now and then. Both of them would have loved to go farther, but Alan's weariness was painfully obvious. He needed sleep.

Suzanne left thinking, Tuesday means another day without a chance to finally fuck that lovely boy. God dammit, I never should have pulled that Halloween party stunt. However, that seems like a hazy dream compared to the better memory of him slipping his penis into me yesterday at the beach. Now I've got this itch and I just gotta scratch it. Not smart. Not smart at all. Not prudent. But I've gotta have it! And when I want something, I get it.

Alan also was busy with his thoughts. That was such a great fantasy. I used to have fantasies like that, but I don't any more. Huh. Now that I think about it, I used to be a complete daydreamer, but hardly ever have any fantasies at all. I guess it's because real life is honestly much better than any fantasy. It's so much more solid and real. Now all I think about is reliving what happened earlier in the day and in previous days, and imagining what's gonna happen tomorrow. Or even tonight. Shit. Mom'll be here for her goodnight kiss in a couple of minutes I'm sure. Who needs fantasies to escape from reality when reality is this good?

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, DD, Lucky KM, NightShadow, Davy Jones, Gnome, WD40, IBT, and Spurtz.