That disturbed him. He figured that if Susan didn't want to share the bounty of her chest with him, something had to be very askew.

Oh no. Here we go again, he thought. What now? Just when you think things can't possibly get any stranger, they go and get stranger yet again. What's going to happen? Did someone get busted breaking the rules again? Did Ron call?

"Hi Tiger," Susan said happily enough. "Don't worry; you're not in trouble or anything. You noticed the way I'm covered up. I'm sorry, but I just want to cool things off for a little bit, okay? I think we all need to cool things off after this morning. Not to mention last night."

"Um, okay." In truth, Alan was so worn out from so much sexual stimulation lately that he greatly welcomed some cooling off. The spanking had both driven him to new heights of pleasure and turned him off to sex for a while. He was still too freaked out to want to be aroused.

Susan, totally unaware of his experiences at school that day, explained, "It's just that, I'm wondering where all of this is going. I'm wondering what the long-term effects of all this sexual activity will have on all of us. So we're all going to go see a psychologist about it. She's an old friend of Suzanne's. Very understanding and professional, I'm told."

Susan explained everything else she knew about Xania to Alan. He had no idea what to make of it, but his brain reeled at the idea of seeing a psychologist. He had to cradle his head in his hands because he thought he just couldn't take any more new developments. He had a very, very bad gut feeling about it. All the sexual activity in the Plummer house had taken place in a complete cocoon from the outside world; to let any outsiders in on anything could be complete disaster.

"...So until the psychologist sees us, I think we need to keep things cool a bit," Susan said as she finished the explanation.

Alan was upset when she said the appointment would be on Friday because he had some big tests at school, plus an appointment with Akami in the afternoon. But Susan explained they figured out that he could take a second car to the appointment after the end of his last period with a test, Glory's class, and he could reschedule Akami for Monday. It would be cutting it close to have everything ready before he had to leave for the Boy Scout trip that evening, but it was doable.

Alan grumbled and raised some objections, but in the end he didn't find any way out. He could have discussed it more, but he didn't want to think. He just wanted to sleep and mentally process it all later.

At one point, Susan told him, "Don't worry. I know what you're thinking - that maybe everything will change. But Suzanne has already talked to this Xania person and she understands your medical need for stimulation. I'm not going to stop helping you that way, no matter what she says. But I just am afraid of things going too far. I mean, I get urges that I think would shock you. It has to change."

Even as she mentioned her urges, those urges started to resurface again. She was naked under the robe, naturally, and the feeling of the terry cloth rubbing against her nipples felt like Alan pulling on her boobs. It was all she could do to keep calm and keep the robe closed until the discussion was over. She reminded herself that it was the very type of thing that necessitated seeing a psychologist.

After some more chitchat, Alan gladly retired to his room. Despite his mother's assurances, he was afraid everything would change. At the very least, he figured if Susan talked to a psychologist it would dash his hopes of sleeping with her. He was extremely upset about that but couldn't figure out what to do about it.

CHAPTER 2

Alan slept a long time. After his nap, he went looking for Suzanne. He had all kinds of things he wanted to discuss with her.

First on the list was his worry that he was slowly turning into an arrogant asshole, some kind of cruel "master."

Second, he wanted to discuss his concern that he was losing touch with the mundane, nonsexual world, and would soon drop out of school, drop out of his social life, and basically drop out of everything that didn't involve sex.

Third, he wanted to discuss his spanking experience with Glory and figure out what that meant.

Finally, and with the timeliest urgency, he wanted to discuss Susan's psychologist idea and what that could mean for their special family situation.

But he was unable to discuss any of it because Suzanne wasn't there. Unbeknownst to him, Suzanne was still in L.A., making arrangements to pull off the psychologist charade.

He considered talking about some of this with his mother, and normally he would have, but these weren't normal times. He figured she was so heavily into her own weird mental trip with all her own sexual concerns that led to this psychologist idea that he didn't want to burden her with even more problems.

So he went to talk to Katherine instead. The two of them commiserated in his room for a long time about Susan's psychologist plan. Katherine was as unhappy with the appointment idea as he was. She was very happy to have sex with her brother and didn't want someone to psychoanalyze her about the evils of incest. Just like him, she realized they had a very unique and good thing going, and odds were high that the psychologist would rock the boat in a bad way.

But she pointed out to Alan, "Hey, life goes on. For instance, no matter what happens at home, at school you still have Glory, plus the cheerleaders are bound to just get wilder and wilder. I mean, I heard what a big success you were today with Joy, Janice, and Heather. They all rave about you."

She said, "At cheerleader practice, Heather was like a zombie. I knew it was 'cos you fucked her good. Am I right? I am right, I know it! You're nearly guaranteed at least one good cheerleader fuck tomorrow. You can take your pick. And no one can prohibit you from being with Suzanne. And then you have me. We may just have to keep sneaking around, but so what? You know how many guys would kill to be in your shoes? They should make a porno movie of your life!"

"Thanks, Little Sis. You know how to cheer me up. But I'm concerned about Mom. I don't want her to do something she doesn't want to do, but I thought she seemed so okay with everything lately. I'm puzzled."

"It's all going to work out. And here - I know another way to cheer you up." She unzipped his shorts. Afraid that Susan might hear, she whispered as she bent down and put her face in his crotch, "It's the duty of your fuck toy to keep you happy."

Alan was in no mood for all kinds of teasing, or physically intense sex, but he figured that kicking back and enjoying a nice blowjob would help reduce his stress.

Katherine worked hard to give him a loving blowjob. As it was a spur of the moment thing, she didn't ask permission from Susan, but she also didn't ask for fear that Susan would say no, given Susan's new cautious mood.

Alan had meant to talk to Katherine about her disturbing, recent submissive comments. For instance, he wanted to know what she really meant when she called herself his fuck toy. But the blowjob felt too good to interrupt, and when it was over, he decided he was too emotionally weary to open up another can of worms. He looked forward to a talk with Suzanne and a chance to settle some issues.

But before he could reach his climax, he heard the clicking of high heels until Susan stood outside his door. Then he heard her knock on the door and say, "Alan, telephone for you."

Alan was surprised. Few people called him at home any more.

"It's your friend Sean," she explained.

Alan considered what to do: ignore the phone, answer the phone, or answer the phone while his sister continued to suck him off.

He decided that he needed to make an effort at a social life and he couldn't concentrate or speak without breathing heavily if Katherine continued slurping on his penis, so he reluctantly pushed her head away and ended the blowjob.

He talked to Sean for a long time. When he was finally done, Katherine had long left his room.

For dinner, Susan treaded a thin line between extremes by wearing something both sexy and conservative. Aware of Alan's love for costumes, she dressed up in a silky Japanese kimono that thoroughly covered most of her skin, even as it ably showed off her big tits.

But as much as she tried to take a "cool it down" approach, her body wasn't ready to always obey her brain. Not only was she addicted to Alan's cum, she was also now addicted to being naked or loosely dressed, and flaunting her body to Alan at nearly every opportunity.

The idea of going back to wearing bras and panties all day long was completely absurd to her. She even disliked leaving the house because it meant she had to thoroughly dress up and put at least a bra on. She rarely wore panties outside the house now, as long as she wore something that allowed her to hide that fact.

Amy came over for dinner as well. Now that she was Alan's girlfriend, she hoped to spend more time at the Plummer house than ever before.

She and Alan kissed for many long minutes after she walked in the door. Their kiss turned into an all-over body grope.

Susan had to put a stop to it when Amy undid Alan's shorts. She pointed out that a blowjob or handjob wasn't part of Alan's official "getting of attention" method for her.

Amy was in an infectious and bubbly mood. She still couldn't get over the fact that she was now Alan's official girlfriend.

Susan tried to impress Amy and the others with the seriousness of her concerns and her newfound desire to see a psychologist, but it was difficult to be severe and serious in the face of Amy's enthusiasm.

Susan said to her, "Now, Amy, we have to sort of take a pause with Alan."

Amy asked, "Do you mean we should pause for air when sucking his thingy or pause for air during a big French kiss smooch?" She broke into laughter.

Susan laughed with the others, though in her current mood she didn't find it all that funny.

Amy steamrolled over Susan's worries. Changing the topic completely, she said, "Susan, I'm so psyched to be a full member of the cocksucker club. Finally! But I have so much to learn from you guys. You were super awesome showing me how to lick his thingy last night, but how do you get him in the mood in the first place? I'm not good at all with that flirting stuff."

CHAPTER 3

Susan was proud of her ability to get Alan erect just about any time or any place. She was drawn in to the conversation, and soon began explaining in great detail the techniques she used.

Katherine joined in and talked just as much.

It was interesting information for Alan to hear. He didn't realize the deliberate thought and strategies behind their flirtatious actions until they spelled it out clearly.

The women talked a lot about clothing. Susan said, "Amy, the key is what you wear, or, more importantly, what you don't wear. Now that you're one of Alan's elite cocksuckers, and his official girlfriend to boot, no doubt you're going to find yourself naked quite often."

"Rad! I love being naked!" She bent forward and listened more intently to one of her favorite subjects - nudity.

"We all noticed that," Susan said with a smile but some chagrin. "However, sometimes it's sexier not to be completely naked. Your mother was just talking to us about this yesterday and I think she was spot on. You know the saying that it's not the having, it's the getting. Well, it's kind of like that. It's sexy to reveal yourself bit by bit. That's why strip teases are so popular. So you don't have to always throw all your clothes off right away, even though we all know how much you love to do that."

She continued in a motherly manner, "Remember now that our goal, and your goal, is to keep Alan's penis hard all day long, so he can achieve his six times a day target and have his penis pleasured for hours upon end. Preventing that dangerous sperm build up, there's nothing more important than that."

Amy asked, "Why is his cum so dangerous? I don't get it."

"Amy, perhaps dangerous is overstating it a bit, but for a superior type of male like Alan, blue balls are a dreadful, dreadful thing. We've got to get that cum out of his balls and into or on our mouths, asses, chests, and faces, or Alan will suffer something awful. If this psychologist understands anything at all about superior men, and Suzanne assures me she does, she'll see why all of us have to fight this never ending battle."

"I really don't see what the big deal with blue balls is. It's not that..."

Amy's voice trailed off, because Katherine secretly waved at her frantically from across the table. Katherine certainly didn't want to dissuade Susan's current notions about the dangers of blue balls, and Alan didn't either.

Before Susan could go off with a big lecture, Amy quickly corrected herself, "Well, actually, now that I think about it, that does sound pretty bad! Gosh, all that cum bursting from his swollen balls - that's scary! Good thing we're all working so hard to keep Alan's thingy well drained. But Susan, what do you mean about not going naked? Should I just walk around in only my miniskirt? Is that what you mean?"

Susan answered, "No, no, no. Not like that. The keys are flaunting your assets and variety. For instance, look at this kimono I'm wearing. This is a bit of a tough one, because look how caged my tits are."

Susan grabbed her tits and lifted them up several times. "You see? There's no way for them to escape, unfortunately. But there's more potential down below."

She traced her hands along a high cut in the cloth that went up past her hip. "You see this here? I can use this to my advantage. Look what happens when I bend over."

Susan got out of her chair and bent down until her face nearly reached the seat of her chair. Her ass hung high up above the rest of her body.

"My ass is still thoroughly covered. But if I sway a little bit..." - she did so - "the cloth falls to the side and half my ass is exposed. And from where Alan is sitting, he can not only see one completely naked ass cheek, but he can see my shy cunt peeking out too. Can't you, Tiger?"

Alan spoke up from across the room. "As a matter of fact, I can. Not that I would be looking; that would be wrong."

They all laughed.

Katherine added more advice. "So you see, Amy, how wearing some clothes can be sexier than just total nudity?"

Amy nodded.

"Not only that, but there's something that isn't Mom's forte, as least not yet, and that's verbal innuendo. For instance, since Mom serves us dinner, it would be nice if, while she's bent over like that, she asks Alan, 'Tiger, would you like something to eat? Some of your mother's pie for dessert, perhaps?'"

Amy appeared confused by that, so Alan pointed out, "Some of these things are clichés. A pie or hair pie is another name for a hairy pussy. But hey, the funny thing is, clichés work every time. At least they do for me. Just like I could never get tired of this view Mom is still showing off."

Susan still wiggled her ass in Alan's direction, but now she stood up. "Now Amy, Alan may say that he'd want to stare at my ass forever, but variety is the spice of life. You have to keep doing new things. Don't stay in one position too long."

She added, "Remember that you always have lots of tough competition for his visual attention, in the form of Katherine, Suzanne, me, or whoever else is around. Since Alan is such a well hung yet kind and loving stud, there will always be plenty of sex pots eager for his seed. At home we're all friends, so that's not a problem. But at school you've got to stay one step ahead of all the big-titted babes to keep your official girlfriend position."

Amy frowned with worry.

Susan went on with growing enthusiasm and arousal, "Keep an eye on his package. His dong. His willie. I'm learning lots of new names and I love it! See how hard it is. Half the time it's out of his shorts anyway, and then you can really keep an eye, or even better, a hand, on it while you flaunt your body."

She said saucily, "And another thing. I may not be good at double meanings, but one thing I've learned is that it's good to play the innocent. For instance, if I bend over like I was before" - she did it again - "it turns men on even more if they think the display is accidental."

Amy asked, "But how can we play innocent when Alan knows we're all a bunch of horny nymphos who are dying to get our hands or mouth on his thingy at all hours of day or night?"

"Good point. That is a problem. You have to be more creative. Like right now, we're pretty much pretending Alan isn't here. That can be sexy. It makes it seem as if he's a fly on a wall, like a guy peeking through a hole into a shower or something."

Susan continued, "Actually, as an aside, that's a good idea. Angel, don't you think we should drill a hole into the wall so Alan can spy on us when we're showering?"

Katherine's eyes lit up. "Oooh. Excellent! Even if he didn't use it much, I know it would get me all hot and bothered every time I showered, just thinking that he might be watching. Unfortunately his room is across the hall from the bathroom."

"Hrm. Let's think about that. I'm sure we can come up with something. ... Where was I? Oh yes. Knowing that something isn't completely real doesn't take away the fun. For instance, if I dressed up as an innocent school girl and protested loudly while Alan took advantage of me, I bet that would turn him on."

"You know it would!" Alan agreed wholeheartedly. "This whole lesson is such a turn on. Not that I'm here." They giggled at that.

Katherine chimed in, "We're lucky that Alan loves role playing. We all love role playing. So, really, the sky's the limit. You saw the fashion show. Dress up as a nun or, I dunno, an astronaut. Anything! The key is creativity. Don't get in a rut and do the same thing over and over. Be creative."

Amy nodded. "M'kay. This looks like fun, but it's also so tough. Why not just get totally naked and fuck? Wouldn't that be even more fun, and a lot easier?"

"Sometimes, yes," Susan conceded. "But Alan has a flair for drama. We all do here. It seems to run in the family. You have to compare the brute force method with creativity. Right now, all three of us could just drop to our knees, shuck off all our clothes, and beg that he fill all our holes with his sweet cum. That's the brute force method. It may be good once in a while, but as I said before and I'll say again, variety is the spice of life. To keep my Tiger erect and spewing cum twenty-four hours a day, it takes a big bag of tricks and techniques. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Meanwhile, Alan was so aroused that he was forced to zip open his fly and pull his hard-on out of his shorts.

Susan continued explaining to Amy, "Remember what I was saying before, how an accidental display can be more fun. It's also fun to act like you're being forced to do something. Here. Let me demonstrate."

After some fussing about, Susan managed to open her kimono so she was topless. She stood there and said, "Amy, you can see how showing my tits off gets Alan excited. Look. His eyes are glued to my chest. That's good. But watch this."

Susan put on a tormented expression. "Oh no! What happened to my shirt? Where did it go? Here we are in the middle of a crowded and fancy restaurant and my shirt has ripped completely open and fallen to the floor! What'll I do? This is so embarrassing! Somebody help me! Doesn't someone have something I can wear? No?"

She put her hands near her chest in a protective gesture, but in fact, purposely, her hands didn't cover up her tits in any way whatsoever.

She wiggled her whole body as if in great agitation. "Look at how everyone is staring. Please, don't stare! It's not my fault. I was just wearing a sexy top, but when my nipples got hard, the straining fabric ripped open like tissue paper. Oh dear. Look. People are taking pictures! Alan, please! Help your mother! Quick. Come here and cover my tits with your hands! They're all staring at your mommy's big tits!"

Alan was so inspired that he got up and put his hands on her tits. He didn't cover them up so much as tweak her nipples.

He was a sucker for role plays and immediately got into the spirit of this one. He asked with grave concern, "But Mom, don't you think all the people in this restaurant will find it strange that a son is touching his mother's big tits?"

"Oh, you're right. Let's not let them think you're my son, then. Quick. Kiss me on the lips so people will think I'm your girlfriend." The two of them locked lips for a couple minutes while he continued to pull on her tits. Meanwhile, she slipped a hand around his exposed erection and began jerking on it.

When Alan broke away from the kissing, he looked around at the pretend audience in the pretend restaurant and commented with mock doubt, "I don't know, Mom. They're not buying it. They're still staring. They still think you're my mother because you're older. Not to mention the fact that you mentioned that you're my mom a couple of times."

"Dear me." She pulled his shorts down and let them fall to the floor. She announced in a loud voice to their imaginary crowd, "If I'm his mother, would I do this?"

She jacked off his penis at a different angle so everyone could see instead of having it pressed up against her stomach and she used two hands on it instead of one.

As both of her slicked up fists slid up and down his erection repeatedly, she exclaimed, "I'm just his girlfriend. One of many!"

She squealed in delight at that thought, at the idea of being a member of what was essentially his growing harem. "He can have an older girlfriend, can't he? Would his own mother jack him off so eagerly? Or do I need to suck him off to convince you all?"

They could have kept going in this manner, but, in a sense, she was too successful. She bent down to take his penis in her gaping mouth, but Alan had to stop her and pull away before she made him cum. He made clear nonverbally that he needed to take one of his strategic pauses.

Amy and Katherine clapped at Susan's expert performance.

Susan took a prolonged bow, which she used as an excuse to flaunt her swaying tits even more.

Susan finished with a few lessons for Amy. "See how effective that was? Note that the fantasy doesn't have to make complete sense. Of course something like that would have never happened in real life. But look at how much more aroused Alan is than he'd been just by flashing my tits. He literally couldn't help but come over here and explore my body after the way I enticed him. Not only that, but it got me so hot, too, that my whole body feels like it's burning up, even now. I imagine being naked in front of a crowd of people in a crowded restaurant, and my Tiger ravages me like a feral beast..."

She closed her eyes and drifted off into a mental continuation of her fantasy. Her recently voiced concerns and her desire to see the psychologist completely escaped her mind, at least for the moment.

Amy was very impressed with all of this, but Katherine was secretly miffed at just how good her mother was getting at arousing Alan.

The teasing lessons continued through the rest of dinner and beyond. Katherine and Susan flaunted their body every way they knew how as they demonstrated more methods to Amy.

It kept Alan so aroused that he found it hard to eat, even during the times when he wasn't being jacked off. He finally had to ask them to stop because he wasn't in the mood to cum again.

CHAPTER 4

The four of them continued to sit and relax at the dinner table, and the conversation eventually drifted to different topics. Things cooled down for a while.

They ate chocolate chip cookies for dessert and Alan ran out of milk. Since Amy was already in the kitchen to get something else, he asked her, "Amy, could you get me another glass of milk?"

"M'kay!" Amy went to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. She recalled Katherine's advice to be creative and came up with an idea.

She held the carton up high and said loudly, "Alan, I changed my mind. If you want the milk, you're going to have to come over here."

Everyone was surprised at that, not least of all, Alan. Lately, he was being treated like a king in all things at home, not just sexual things. No one ever asked him any more to do things like wash the dishes, vacuum, or clean the bathroom. He tried not to act spoiled and still help out as he'd done before, but it was hard not to give in to laziness, especially since he didn't seem to have even enough time to do his homework any more. Sexual fun took up nearly all his free time, especially in the last week or two.

So Amy's words were somewhat shocking.

But Alan, the polite and good guy that he was, just said, "You're right. I shouldn't be so lazy." He again thought about his new resolution to be more humble. He stood up and walked to where she stood in the kitchen.

Amy, meanwhile, whipped her miniskirt off and was nude in seconds. Then she quickly took the milk carton, raised it over her head, and poured it down her chest. As Alan closed the distance to her, she turned her back to him and poured more of it over her shoulder and down her back side. She giggled and said, "Alan, if you want some milk, you'll have to lick it up yourself!"

Alan was impressed. "Now that's creativity, Amy! What a turn on."

He chose to attack her back, since that was the first thing he could reach. He planted his tongue at the base of her back and licked at the rivulets that rolled down her supple, soft backside.

Amy continued to pour more milk out of the carton, but slowly now, so it wouldn't run out any time soon.

Alan asked, "Aims, is your ass crack clean?" Alan had never called Amy "Aims" before, but he wanted a nickname now that she was officially his girlfriend.

She took the name in stride and without comment, as if he'd always called her that. "Sure. I keep it clean all the time just in case you want to go in there."

"Good." Alan moved down to her ass and pussy and licked there. He paused to say, "I probably should say something witty about pussies and licking milk, but I'm too busy to think." He dove back in.

They soon ended up on the floor. Luckily the kitchen floor was tiled instead of carpeted, or Amy's idea wouldn't have been very practical. Much of the milk was now in puddles beneath them, but Amy was still soaked and coated in white.

Alan could have explored and tasted her whole body, but he concentrated on the back side leading to her pussy. He took the milk carton from Amy's hand and poured the milk directly onto her ass, then lapped it up as it flowed down into her ass crack and flooded her wet pussy. Amy was soaked in her own juices now, and the taste of her cum and the milk mingled together in Alan's mouth.

The sight was not lost on Katherine and Susan, who had been watching intently all the while. The two of them stood up and walked over to get a better view. They were terribly excited by it all, especially Susan.

She thought, Damn that Amy! I should have thought of this. Oh, milk! Milk! Milk makes me so hot! I want Alan to lick MY milk. I want him to suck on my tits and drain my nipples! I want to be covered in milk. My very own breast milk. I want to pour it all over me, and bathe in it, and have Alan lick me everywhere!

Oh God, Amy, stop. This is turning me on too much! I'm supposed to be refraining from this kind of thing! The psychologist! I have to refrain until I can see the psychologist. I want to get down on my knees and lick Amy dry, but that would be wrong. She's an innocent lamb. I can't, I can't do that. No! Wrong. Don't. No milk. Can't!

Susan's thoughts got shorter because she found it increasingly hard to think. Her heart pounded and her breath was ragged and short. Her tits were wobbling free after her restaurant demonstration, and she attacked her tits so aggressively that it seemed as if she raped her own chest. She managed to pull one up to her mouth and suck on it, and soon most of her attention focused on that as she imagined lactating into her own mouth.

Meanwhile, Katherine was thinking and fantasizing, too. Fuckin' A! That's sexy. I wish I had thought of this. She's going to be tough competition. Not just a pushover. But what a body. I was just "shaving" her pussy earlier this afternoon and now I don't know what I'm allowed to do. What'll Mom think if I get down and join Alan in the Amy milk bath? Mom was just saying we have to be restrained, but Amy certainly doesn't look restrained.

I totally should take a spot on her back. Or better yet, flip her over and I'll get her tits while Alan works more directly on the cunt. Yes! No. Better: have Mom lick the cunt while I do the tits. I want to see Mom lick a cunt. But then where's Alan? Let Alan lie underneath Amy and fuck her cunt from behind, while Mom licks it from the front! And we'll pour more milk over her the whole time! Yes! Fuck yes! Lick it, Alan, lick it!

But neither Susan nor Katherine's fantasies happened, at least not exactly as they'd imagined them.

Susan vaguely recalled her desire for restraint until the psychologist's appointment, and contented herself by licking her own nipple.

Katherine didn't want to do anything more to upset her mother, so she also merely played with her own breasts.

Susan, however, couldn't stand the sexy sight any longer. It drove her wild with lust. She felt trapped and on fire inside her clothes, even though her kimono was off her chest and hanging very loosely. She either had to join in or flee.

She chose flight. As she stepped over Amy, she grabbed another carton of milk from the refrigerator and rushed out of the room, yelling, "Behave yourselves!"

Her plan was to go to the upstairs bathtub and masturbate herself into oblivion while she poured milk all over herself and licked it off her own nipples. That's exactly what she did.

CHAPTER 5

Katherine was delighted that Susan left, because that at least meant she could partially fulfill her daydream fantasy and join in. She bent down on her knee and tapped Alan on the shoulder. "Brother? Big Marble Column Brother? Wouldn't it be better if we turn her over?"

He stopped licking and looked up. Katherine was surprised to see his face soaked with milk. His T-shirt was soaked, too, as he'd forgotten to take it off. "What? Oh yeah. Turn over, Aims."

"Yes, sir!" She turned over and spread her legs nice and wide. Katherine grabbed the last milk carton out of the refrigerator so they'd have more to pour on her.

Alan spoke to his sister as he took his T-shirt off. "You know what's funny? I'm new to this whole pussy munching thing. I thought it was too gross. But thanks to chasing the milk down her crack, I found myself licking her pussy lips."

He considered mentioning how his cunnilingus skills had improved with Glory, but decided mentioning her name in this context would only spur jealousies.

So he said vaguely, "Only in the last day or so have I been really able to check out pussy licking and get fully into it. And you know what? It's not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe it's just that milk is my favorite drink, but I could get used to this. Sis, after all your blowjobs I'm sorry to have neglected you this way. You should have insisted, and had me licking your pussy, like, weeks ago!"

He bent down and resumed his licking. Amy moaned quite loudly.

Katherine was light-headed with lust as she imagined her brother eating her out. "We'll have to make up for that, big time, Brother!"

"Agreed, Vice-tight Little Sister. But first I want more milk. Aims, where would you like me to lick?"

"My boobies. Can you lick my boobs?"

Katherine answered, "Wait. Please let me do that? But Amy, save most of the milk. Because then we're going to pour some on me. And then, wait! Even better! We're going to pour some on Big Power Pecker Brother, and find out how it feels to share a milk-flavored penis."

Amy's eyes lit up. "Cool! That's the super amazingest idea ever! Alan, I'm getting all tingly. Oh no. Oh! Oh! Oh! God!" Her legs flew about wildly as Alan's tongue drove her into a powerful climax. She let out a high pitched squeal.

Sure enough, once Amy recovered from her orgasm, Amy and Katherine did double up on Alan's milk-drenched dick. It didn't stay milk-drenched for long, thanks to all their furious licking.

Katherine naturally took the lead. After they'd licked for about a minute and butted heads once too often, she said, "Okay, Amy, since you and I will doubtless be sharing Alan's cock a lot in the future, let's get organized about it. As his sister and his favorite fuck toy, let me take charge. You follow my lead and try to stay out of my way."

"Awww. I wanna be Alan's favorite fuck toy," Amy said with a pout. "Alan, when are you going to fuck me?"

Katherine snapped, "Hey. Keep licking. Don't push Alan like that. Since I'm the more experienced and talented cocksucker, give me top area. And stop being so pushy and try to learn something!"

They both resumed licking while Alan remained silent, aside from the occasional satisfied groan.

Amy obediently followed Katherine's lead, so there was no more jostling. However, she was frowning when she didn't have her mouth open, which was a very rare event for her.

For Alan's pleasure and her own, Katherine pressed one of her tits into one of Amy's. Soon the two of them had their racks rubbing into each other in the most delightful ways.

After a couple minutes of tit play with each other, Amy and Katherine seemed to be on better terms with each other. Katherine said, "Amy, remember that we are pussies. Both a pussy cat licking up milk, or cum cream, and just a plain pussy. A cunt. We are Alan's cunts. Since you have his damned girlfriend title, you have to get better at cocksucking. Remember what Susan said about keeping him hard and well drained. That's your main job now."

Amy didn't like Katherine complaining about her "damned girlfriend title" or her cocksucking skills, but she just said "M'kay." She didn't want to make a scene because for one, she knew Katherine was right that her own blowjob skills could use improvement (mostly due to her inexperience) and two, she could easily understand Katherine's resentment that she got the girlfriend title and Katherine didn't.

Katherine grabbed the base of Alan's penis and squeezed it. She scraped her fingernails across his scrotum, which caused him to involuntarily groan quite loudly. "That's right. Let's meow for Alan, like good and obedient little pussies."

They said in unison, "Meow, meow, meow." Then they giggled and returned to licking and sucking.

Alan placed a hand on Katherine's head and petted her as if she was a kitten. She mewled with pleasure, encouraging him to keep at it.

Katherine lectured Amy condescendingly, "You see, Amy? The more you pleasure Alan, the more he'll give pleasure in return. That's just his way; he's not a selfish lover."

Amy rolled her eyes when Katherine was too busy cocksucking to see Amy's face. She wanted to talk back to Katherine, but thought that getting the girlfriend title was the important thing in the long run and she'd just let the sour grapes pass.

She smiled and began sucking and licking Alan's balls. "Mmmm! Mmmm hmm." Without stopping her scrotum fixation, Amy managed to bring her tits up to Alan's penis so she could rub her erect nipples along its length.

Alan moaned in delight; soon Katherine and Amy periodically added that move to their repertoire. The dual blowjob sometimes seemed more like a dual titfuck.

The sex was heating up with each passing moment, but so was the largely unstated competition and jealousy between Katherine and Amy. The two girls found themselves jostling and jockeying for position in a more blatant manner. Each of them wanted to have Alan sink his stiff rod deep into their cleavage, but he could only do that to one woman at a time.

Their sexy rubbing of breasts into each other became more of a pushing match.

Katherine was the more aggressive and finally managed to push Amy away. With a victorious sneer, she took complete control of Alan's slicked up penis and between sliding his fat shaft between her breasts.

She said triumphantly, "Amy, you can't just coast on the fact that you have such big boobs. Watch and learn how a real titfuck is done."

Amy finally couldn't take it any more. Even though all three of them were on the brink of climaxes, an argument had begun. "Katherine, you're not being very nice! I understand you're upset at not being picked as his official girlfriend, but-"

"Ha! Like I care about that!" But her face clearly showed that she very much cared that her brother hadn't picked her.

Alan was so busy struggling to flex his PC muscle that and stave off the impending climax that he wasn't paying enough attention to dampening down the growing conflict between Amy and Katherine. But he finally said, "You two! Be nice! We talk later! Share cock!" He spoke in caveman-like sentence fragments because his breath was so ragged.

Katherine reluctantly removed her brother's dick from her cleavage. But now neither she nor Amy were that keen to touch it for fear of creating more conflict.

Alan still struggled mightily with all his control to stave off an orgasm. He held up remarkably well, considering all the varied sensations that constantly surprised his penis. But in the back of his mind he realized that it would be good for him to blow his wad so he could resolve the issues between the two girls. He simply decided not to fight the urge to cum and immediately he felt his balls tighten up.

As he reached the point of no return, he gasped, "I'm about to cum. I want to see the cum on both of your faces. Here it goes!"

So the girls closed their eyes and mouths and pressed their cheeks together. Whatever animosity they had was subsumed for the moment by their mutual love of Alan's cum.

Alan held his penis while it spewed a steady stream of semen. He aimed it first at Katherine, then at Amy, then back and forth until all the ropes had been shot.

When he was done, he fell back and just breathed for a while. He closed his eyes for a minute or two while he rested. When he opened them up again, he saw the girls still sitting over him with copious amounts of cum dripping off of their faces. But they weren't doing anything about it; they both waited for instruction from him.

Alan sat up. "Okay, Sis. What's going on? You're acting bitchy and it's not like you at all."

"I'm sorry, Brother," she said with genuine contrition. I can't pretend this thing about Amy being chosen over me doesn't bother me. You know I have self confidence issues, and the fact that Amy is so beautiful and busty-"

Alan interrupted her. "Sis, you know that I love you, don't you? You're so much more than just a sister to me, even before all this sexual stuff started to happen. You're my best friend, too." "

He went on, "Amy's great fun, and yes, I love her too. But that doesn't take away any of the love I have for you. It's like, just 'cos I love Mom, that means I can't love you or something? Of course not! Amy and you are like best friends too, and getting closer all the time. Don't let this come between you. Let's just love each other as much as people can possibly be in love."

"M'kay!" Amy said with great enthusiasm. She'd broken into a giant smile since Alan said, "Amy's great fun, and yes, I love her too." Katherine's annoying behavior seemed trivial in comparison.

Katherine smiled too, tough a bit more grudgingly. She couldn't help but feel a lot better after hearing Alan say that he loved her so much.

She turned to Amy. "I'm sorry. Please, just give me time to work through this. I'm sorry if I criticized your cocksucking or anything else."

Amy nodded in understanding.

Katherine added more brightly, "Let's work together to be the best cocksucking team there is! We can trade tips and teach each other stuff and even practice together. I promise I'll try not to be judgmental."

"M'kay! That sounds more like the Katherine that I know and love."

Katherine's happiness grew even greater when she heard Amy say that she loved her. Surprisingly, it was something they'd never said to each other before. She made sure her feelings were clear as well. "Amy, I love you too. How can anybody stay mad or jealous at you? You're just too good a person."

Alan was very pleased, and seized on the moment. "Now, I want there to be peace between the two of you. No fighting. I want you to kiss and make up any bad feelings by licking the cum off of each other's faces."

Katherine looked up at him and smiled. "Good idea, Big Slappin' Sausage Brother. Amy, you know how a dog marks his territory by going around and peeing on posts?"

"Yeah?"

"Alan just did that to us. He's marking our faces with his cum. That tells everyone that we're his. Totally. I wish I could go to school just like this, with my brother's cum dripping down my face."

Amy protested, "But I'm already totally his! I'm his eager pussy!"

"Sure, I know. But now you're his even more. In the spirit of cooperation and sharing, let me tell you a little secret. Make sure you always lick Alan's penis clean after he's given you a cum load. Some women find that kind of thing demeaning, but it's a fun job because the last drops of his cum are the sweetest. So always give him one final suck." She gave a happy wink to a smiling Amy.

Katherine went ahead and gave Alan's penis a good tongue bath (while trying her best not to lose any of the cum droplets that clung to her face).

Amy desperately wished she was the one who got those last drops. She sighed sadly as she watched Katherine do it. But at the same time her heart was soaring that she had reached a new level of intimacy and understanding with her.

Once Katherine was done with that, she put her face close to Amy's and the two of them got to work licking and kissing the cum off of each other's faces.

Alan slightly regretted his mutual cum licking idea, because the sight got him tremendously aroused and he didn't want to cum again so soon. He'd managed a particularly big load, and their faces simply dripped with his jism. He thought, This is amazing. All of this talk about finding new way to keep me constantly hard isn't just talk. They're really doing it!

Amy and Katherine went on and on licking each other's faces for many minutes. They were very tender and loving with each other. At times, Katherine almost looked like she was going to cry, though it wasn't clear if they would be tears of sadness or joy, or both.

Eventually, Alan's penis responded to the sexy sight. But his penis also hurt from too much recent stimulation. He knew that if he had to pee it would be excruciating.

He pushed his erection between his legs so the two girls couldn't see it and inspire him to further naughtiness that he would enjoy greatly at the time but later physically regret.

Katherine then said, "Amy, again, I'm sorry. It's just that, sometimes I can't control my feelings."

Amy said consolingly, "I can relate. I get jealous too. I mean, who doesn't get jealous at Susan and her special Tuesdays?"

"I know!" Katherine agreed, giggled. "She gets so much cum. It's not fair."

Amy continued, "But Katherine, I really do love you. Let's help each other not be jealous, m'kay? If we're all catty, then we're not being the best sex toys for Alan that we can possibly be."

Katherine's eyes went wide in understanding. Then she said gaily, "Agreed! I almost ruined brother's climax with my whining, and I'll be damned sure THAT's not going to happen again! If we're acting catty, we have to make sure it involves milk!"

That led to more giggling and kissing between the two girls while Alan just watched and listened.

It was hard to say which of the three of them felt greater pleasure, because all of them were in high heaven by the time it was over. They lay on top of each other, heedless of the now large puddles of milk everywhere.

There were a lot of jokes about Alan's cream and much discussion about how fun it was to play with food. They brainstormed other foods to try out, but they were too exhausted to immediately act on any of the ideas. They were a complete mess.

As Alan lay there on the cold and wet kitchen floor, he thought about Katherine's recent behavior. Sis is such a total nympho. She's so intense in her feelings about me. And then the way she was going off on Amy... I'm not pleased. To most families, those comments would seem like nothing. But our family gets along so well that, by our standards, that was a major blow up.

Luckily, Amy's so cool about stuff; she knew what NOT to say. And she's smart, too. Like her comment, "not being the best sex toys for Alan that we can possibly be." It sounds like some innocuous throw away line, but she cut right to the heart of things by suggesting that Katherine has to do better to be the number one fuck toy.

I'm so glad that Amy's turning out to be a lot more clever than I ever realized. Now I'm seeing that she was that way all along but she's so subtle about it, like that particular comment.

Sis takes this "favorite fuck toy" title so seriously. I don't understand it. I didn't know she had that side of her personality, but I guess sex brings out weird tendencies and fetishes in people. It seems to go beyond fantasizing and into a serious lifestyle for her. As far as I can tell, she literally likes to think of herself as a fuck toy. MY fuck toy. I really ought to tell her to stop, but I gotta admit it's a huge turn on.

And naturally Amy is completely amiable and amenable to her suggestions. Of course I don't want either of them to be a "mindless cunt," but damn, it's fun to hear that, especially when both of them are gobbling up your penis at the same time. Wow!

But what could explain her thinking? What could cause her... Wait. I know what this reminds me of: harem scenes in old movies. You always get those scantily clad women in the I Dream of Jeanie type costumes fighting over access to the sultan. Even if they're captured slaves, they get seriously into it, trying to out do each other.

That seems to be what's slowly becoming of the women I'm with. The catty fighting and the trying to be the best possible slave - that's just like some Arabian Nights movie. I guess that's human nature; to be the best. What I don't understand is how did my own sister's main goal become simply sexually pleasing me? I mean, I'm just her brother, but the way she and Mom talk, you'd think I shit gold bricks.

But what's weird is that Katherine is sometimes jealous of Amy, and sometimes helping her, like she was with this dual blowjob, the way they were going back and forth between cooperation and competition. I just hope Katherine can keep this jealousy in check because I think Amy really relies on Sis in so many ways. Amy is so trusting and kind; it would be so easy for Katherine to break her heart with cruelty.

I really should fuck Amy soon. I want her first time to be special, though - maybe tomorrow night. And then I'll be fucking both of them. That should help keep everyone happy, if they're getting frequently fucked. I can just picture fucking these two over and over in a joyous ménage a trois. I guess there's both cooperation and competition and alliances in a harem, so maybe these kinds of problems are normal.

But do I really literally have a harem? I'm just a fucking totally normal teenager leading a totally normal life in Orange County! Or at least I was! I'm here in a completely typical kitchen in an absolutely normal, if a bit well-to-do, house. Utter suburbia. No problem. Yet I'm pretty much resting in a puddle of milk with two gorgeous and naked teenaged goddesses who are acting like catty cats. Fuck!

"What are you thinking?"

Alan shook free of his thoughts. He realized that he was still on the floor and that Katherine was asking him a question.

"Oh, nothing," he answered. But he thought to himself, I have to talk to her about this sometime soon, when we're alone. This is just too freaky. I mean, I still want my sister to be my sister.

Amy was doing nothing more than laying there next to him, but Katherine was now on all fours like a crouching cat and licking at one of the milk puddles with her tongue. Or at least she looked like she was licking a puddle. Upon closer inspection he noticed she merely pretended to be. He was relieved to see that even she had her limits.

"Look, Brother. Your sister is a pussy cat. Meow! Meow!" She sat up like a cat doing pet tricks and wagged her tongue at him. "Hey, Big Flagpole Brother, can you feed your pussy a saucer full of your cream?"

All Alan could think was, Jesus Fucking Christ. I think my brain just blew a fuse. My sister is a naked cat. This is too much! I thought things were freaky before! My mom is a cow; my sister is a cat. Amy is a bottle of milk. So what does that make Suzanne? Suzanne is just fucking sexy, that's what she is. Hell, they all are. Together, they've going to slowly kill me with too much love.

Meanwhile, Susan lay in the bathtub upstairs. Just as the milk inspired a pussy cat fantasy for Katherine, it was further inspiration for Susan's favorite animal metaphor as well. She stayed in the bathtub for quite a while. When the milk ran out, she filled the tub with hot water and lay there, still fantasizing about Alan and milk.

Her desire to lactate for him was greater than ever before. I'm a fuck cow. A milk cow for my son. Cow sounds funny, but it's so appropriate, because all a cow does is sit around and go "moo" while the owner takes care of everything and plays with her private parts. Alan is my owner and he takes care of all my needs. He fills my mouth with hard, hot cock every day! Squeeze my breasts, Tiger! Squeeze my tits until the milk comes gushing out. That's my udder. Milk my udder while I milk you! Fuck yes! Good Lord God! Fuck!

The water sloshed out of the tub as she writhed around on her way to another orgasm.

If Alan could have known her thoughts, his brain might have simply blown off his head from sheer amazement at the weird, sexual world he now inhabited.

CHAPTER 6

Alan, Amy, and Katherine cleaned up the kitchen floor of the milky mess they'd made. Once that job was done, Amy returned home to cook dinner for Brad and Eric, since Suzanne wasn't around. That left Alan and Katherine alone. Alan was very gratified about that, because he needed to talk to her about some things.

He sat down on a stool by the kitchen counter and said, "Can we talk? Something serious?"

"We could, but couldn't we take showers first? I'm still all naked and sticky. You are too."

"Let's talk now. If we shower now, who knows who else will be around by the time we're done and I just want this to be between me and you."

"Okay." She sat on the stool next to his. "What's up?"

"Sister, I gotta say, I love how much you love helping me. These weeks have been beyond fantastic. But this whole pussy cat thing - it's weird. Mom, at the same time, is going on about how she's a sex cow. And you're getting, like, sooooo into the 'favorite fuck toy' concept. Is this all just playing around or are you seriously getting into some weird stuff?"

She responded, "You know how you're so into role plays? Like at the fashion show? It's like that. Maybe a flair for the dramatic and fantastical runs in the family, like Mom said. It's just some harmless fun." She was trying to tone down her "fuck toy" role since she saw that it bothered him.

"But come on, Sis, it's more, isn't it? You already told me it's more. It's like you love being a sexual plaything."

"Okay, maybe. Maybe a bit. ... All right, maybe more than just a bit. But what's wrong with that? I'm having a blast. This is sooooooo, so, so much FUN!"

She threw her arms up in the air to punctuate her enthusiasm. "I'm walking on air every day. Being with you makes me feel so good. I'll do anything to make you happy in return. I'll be your slave gladly."

"Well, that's cool that you're so happy. I'm happy too, lately. Deliriously happy. But I don't need you as a slave. I need you as a sister. I love you the way you've always been. You don't have to be a pussy crawling around naked on all fours for me to love you. I mean, this is weird. I'm in bizarro world here and I don't understand what's going on any more."

"Big Telephone Pole Bro, let me tell you what's going on. We're having a sexual free-for-all. It's like sex, sex, sex, twenty-four seven. And I'm discovering just what things really get my motor running. I practically cream in my pants when I think of being your fuck toy. That phrase just came to me spontaneously the first time we fucked and it felt so right. I love it. I think about it all the time. 'Fuck toy'. Everything since just makes me feel that way even more. Maybe it's the fact that I was so repressed my whole life, so when the sex came out, it came out big time and I'm going overboard a bit. That could be what's happening to Mom, too."

"I think so. Yeah, actually I know so. Good point."

"But I'm still your same cute, younger sister that I've always been. I haven't been possessed by pod creatures from another planet or something. But now there's this new side, too, and it's a side that loves to please you more than anything. Don't think of it as a purely selfless thing, because when I please you I get sooooo much pleasure in return."

She paused. "On second thought, it IS a selfish thing. Think about it. On average, for every orgasm you have, I have at least three. Easy. Probably more. And not just any old orgasm. These are Earth-shattering, brain-splitting orgasms. Is it any wonder that all the women are falling all over you, when you can please them like that?

"Sexually, I think it's mostly your stamina. Whenever you do something, you just do it for soooo fucking long. Us girls at school talk with each other, so I know what other guys are like, plus Suzanne has shared with me some of her considerable sexual knowledge. I know that most guys do a quick missionary position - bang, bang, bang - and then it's over. Did you know that in Brazil the average sex act lasts forty-five minutes, but in the U.S. it's five? That's a serious fact. Five minutes!"

She rolled her eyes derisively. "At our lame-ass high school, a girl is lucky to get five. There's no time to even have one climax. The guys don't care if you do or don't anyway, as long as they get theirs. But with you, after half an hour of solid fucking, you're just getting warmed up! Hell, even blowjobs are so awesome, especially lately. It's like you're an octopus, roaming all over me and pushing all my buttons. I always cum whenever I suck you off. It's ALL so exciting! I'm so in love with you."

Alan replied, "Of course I love you too, but am I really all that? Come on. That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"No it's not. The other day you fucked me solid, really hard, for an hour, and that was no particularly big deal for you. I died and went to heaven so many times. I don't even know how many times, cos all the pleasure is just one big wonderful blur."

His natural modesty kicked in. "Don't say that, because I feel myself becoming an insufferable, egotistical jerk even as we speak. I'm just an ordinary guy. I don't want to be some notorious lover; I just wanna be me. I don't understand why all these picture-perfect, centerfold-type women, including you, are all over me."

"If it makes you feel better, Bro, maybe you'd be more ordinary down in Brazil. Or other places where people love sex, love doing it, and spend years getting real good at it. Here, in this repressed country, even here in Southern California, people are ashamed about it and just kind of stumble into it. There's no training. People just muddle about. But you, you've been trained. Mostly by Suzanne, I assume. How many teenagers have all that teenager energy combined with the lessons learned from a very experienced older woman? But there's also that PC muscle trick. God, you're awesome with that. The way you pause, and then go again, pause then go again. And again! I know you're not some giant twelve-inched guy or something, despite the way Mom goes on about you sometimes. You're just really, really good through lots of practice."

He laughed. "Yeah. Lots and lots and lots of practice. Maybe too much practice. We need some balance in our lives."

"NoooOOOOoooo! Don't say that! I love you, Brother. I don't ever want it to stop. I just want to do more, more, more, more, more, more, more! And then there's what both of us can do with Mom and Suzanne and Amy and the other cheerleaders. I'm a total sex junkie! And it's all thanks to you! I just want to be your fuck toy and have you take me along on all your sexual adventures. Like this milk thing with Amy. Was that hot or what? I'm getting all horny right now just thinking about it. I loooooove being a pussy for you. Both kinds. Don't be a party pooper. Don't make it stop."

"Whoa. How did things come to this? Man!" Alan's brain reeled. He put his hand over his mouth and stared off into the distance in deep thought.

Finally, he said, "You know what? I don't want it to stop either. I guess I'm a sex junkie too. I just want more and more, too. I'd be lying to say anything else. This is a once in a lifetime, one in a million opportunity to love so many beautiful and wonderfully caring women. But we need to maintain contact with reality at least a little. Like school. Are we just going to fuck our way right out of school, and drop out so close to graduating? Or what about getting into a good college?"

"Don't worry about studying. That's why we'll be doing more of the stealth stroking help. We're going to stroke you right into the Ivy League."

"I'll believe it when I see it. I think I'm going to be stroked right into disaster, though I'll be loving it all the way down. Not to mention the growing chances of getting caught. One day Brad or Eric or someone else is going to wander over here. We have all those windows in the back, and if anyone takes a look inside, they'll be able to see everything. All hell is going to break loose. It could all come down at any moment. And what about social life? We have to have something of a normal social life."

She countered, "But why? All my favorite people, everyone I really love, I also love sexually. Amy was my best friend in school already, then there's you and Mom and Suzanne. Everyone else can go hang as far as I'm concerned. In fact, all this sex is even making me new friends, like Kim. We're really close now."

"Well, that's good for you. And I'm on the same page with all the people you just said, but I had other friends before. Mostly guys. I'm not exactly planning on fucking them as a new way to say hello. Those friends are slipping away. My grades are falling apart. And the sex is out of this world, but there are just too many women. I can't handle it! I feel like I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So please don't weird me out too much. If things get too much for me, then I'm gonna literally say the word 'uncle,' and then I hope you can cool things down and set things straight. A big time out, you know what I mean?"

"I do. Uncle is the word. I can only imagine how intense this all must be to be you. That's one reason why we're all so grateful for everything you do to us."

"Okay, but you don't have to be THAT grateful, all right? Everything in moderation, okay?"

"Okay. We'll do just what you want. Whatever you say goes, Big Oil Derrick Brother." She winked. "You know, those oil derricks going up and down in a piston motion twenty-four hours a day, pounding a hole, and just pounding it over and over and over?"

"I know. You don't have to spell it out."

"But it's so much fun to. Sex is fun and natural. There's no need to freak out. Let's just go with it and enjoy it." She gave him a big hug and a kiss.

He felt a lot better, though he wasn't sure how much of it was the sensation of her ample tits enveloping his chest and her hard nipples pressing into him, and how much of it was the sensitivity and caring she'd just shown that made him feel good.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. See you in a bit." He paused and then added, "Little Iron-fisted Pussy Muscle Sister." He winked.

"THAT'S the brother I love!" She gave him another longer hug and a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Before he finally pulled away to have his shower, she made sure to blatantly nudge his penis with her pussy lips, which coated his penis head with a small bit of her pussy juice.

As soon as he noticed the contact, he broke the embrace in order to avoid further temptation. It was another small victory in her subtle campaign to get him to break his ban on fucking her at home.

But as he walked away, she said, "Wait!"

He turned around and saw that she had struck a sexy pose. She cooed, "Was I mistaken or did you just call me a 'picture-perfect, centerfold-type?' Because I'm modest too, and I think you're totally wrong."

She very purposefully stretched and preened her naked body just like she thought a centerfold would. She smiled gleefully. She reveled in the irony, because she proudly showed off her body without any modesty at all.

Alan walked back to her and grabbed her by the waist. He put his face close to hers and rubbed his nose against hers playfully. Then he pulled back. "You are. Centerfold material, that is."

She smiled widely, and asked teasingly, "How do I know you're sincere and not just saying that to make me want to do nasty things?" She grabbed his penis and looked down in surprise. "Oooh! Look at this! Maybe you are being honest after all." She started to rub his insistently erect shaft.

Alan groaned from the pleasure and recalled how bad his penis had hurt fifteen minutes earlier. "Oh man, Sister, we really shouldn't... Okay. Uncle."

"Uncle? Damn." She reluctantly pulled her hands away. "See? I'm a good girl. We can do this. But are you sure you wanna stop?" As she asked him the question, she seductively ran her finger along her wet slit and stuck her tongue out to lick the finger clean. "Mom's upstairs and lost in her own world. Probably masturbating again. If we're quiet..."

Alan wavered, sorely tempted. "No, I don't want to stop. I never want to stop. But we SHOULD stop. There's a difference. Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do."

He started to walk away, but Katherine smiled, knowing that she'd weakened his willpower on the no sex at home ban a little more.

Again, before he left the room, she shouted out, "Wait!"

He turned around. "What now?"

"One last thing. Don't have this kind of conversation with Mom, okay? Don't ask her about going too far with her cow fetish or anything else." All traces of her seductiveness disappeared, despite her nakedness, and she seemed deadly serious.

"Why not?"

"Because she's going through her own issues right now. No need to worry her with anything more, until she gets what she needs from the psychologist."

"Okay. Fair enough. I was kind of thinking that too. Love you, Sis." He blew a gallant kiss, bowed, and walked off.

CHAPTER 7

Suzanne came back from L.A. after dinner. She went over to the Plummer household to read the mood of Susan, talk to her about some things, and also because there was another card game with Brenda planned for later. She walked in just minutes after Alan left his sister in the kitchen. He was now taking a shower, and Katherine was still cleaning up.

Suzanne succeeded in hiding the fact that she'd been out of town at all, which wasn't that hard to do given that no one was prying. She told Katherine that Brenda would be over before long and that fully captured the young teenager's attention.

Suzanne went upstairs to look for Susan, who was still luxuriating in the steamy tub.

Susan was in the middle of a great daydream. At first, she was commiserating over the fact that Alan had chosen Amy as his official girlfriend. She thought despite all the odds against it, Why couldn't he pick ME?! Okay, admittedly, I'm a bit older. And I'm his mother. That's a bit of a problem. She briefly giggled to herself at what an understatement that was.

But what if? What if?! What if nobody at his school knew me or especially about my relationship to him?

Imagine if I just strolled onto the high school grounds one day and was introduced as a new transfer student. Everyone says I look so much younger than my age and I even still get carded at restaurants, so I could pull off being a rather mature looking high school senior. Suzanne couldn't do it, but I could.

Since I'm so buxom, Alan would probably end up banging me by the end of the first day even if he didn't already secretly know that I was his naughty mother. His porn mom, heh-heh. He'd just bang me because I'm hot! In fact, by now it's probably institutionalized school policy that if there's a new cutie with double D's or E cups or the like, they make special arrangements so Alan can bang her like a cheap screen door in a hurricane.

I can see it now. I'd be wearing the kind of "dress to kill" tiny outfit that tramps like Heather wear to school these days. The kind of outfit that schoolgirls wear when they want to say, "Alan, throw me to the ground and drill me right here and now!"

In any case, some matronly and frumpy school official would hand me a class schedule. I'd look it over and ask, "What does this mean, third period, 'Orientation'? What kind of class is that?"

The old crone would cackle and say, "Oh, that's a very special class brought about by... Oh, you could say it's thanks to a special endowment."

"An endowment?" I'd ask cluelessly.

"Oh yes. A very big and thick endowment. In fact, that's the endowment class all around because only the most endowed females can attend. It's a very TIT-illating class, heh-heh! It's strict school policy that new students who look like you need a whole lot of extra 'orientation.'"

Naturally, I'd be puzzled and say, "I don't understand what you mean. And what does that mean, exactly, 'orientation'?"

She'd cackle some more and say, "You'll find out soon enough. Alan - he's one of the students but he runs the class - Alan will 'orient' you good, don't worry. In fact, you'll find out that to be properly oriented, you have to lie down and spread your legs. Then Alan will 'fill you in' with so much 'orientation' that you'll need two towels to clean up whatever comes dribbling out."

Since I'm so clueless about innuendo all her comments would go right over my head. But it wouldn't matter what I understood or thought at all. If you've got the jugs and you go to Alan's school, you get fucked!

So then I'd go to a special room the school had set up in recognition of Alan's studliness and great sperm-draining needs. He'd be surprised to see me there and he'd have to pretend not to know me, but he'd give me a very thorough 'orientation' just the same! Heh-heh-heh! He'd rip off my flimsy clothes, toss me on a couch, and screw me into oblivion for the whole school hour!

But that would be just the start. I'd be able to help him wherever he goes. At home, I'd still be his same porn mommy. Alan can't fuck me there, 'cos motherfucking your very own mommy is just too naughty. But I could live with that because at school I'd be Susan, the surprisingly stacked transfer student. Susan, the surprisingly well-FUCKED transfer student! Heh! Since I wouldn't have all the same classes as him, I'd let Amy and the others jack and suck him off in class or in the halls from time to time. After all, it's Alan's right and his prerogative to get a little variety.

But most of the time I'd be there by his side. Everyone would just accept the fact that I'd always have my hands inside his shorts as one of those quirky things. All his friends would just roll their eyes when I'd spend yet another lunch in the cafeteria with my head in his lap. Or better yet, sitting in his lap, lightly bouncing up and down on his 'special endowment,' heh-heh! And then, of course, I'd have my Orientation class with him every day. Or maybe they should call it the Astronomy class, 'cos I'd end up seeing stars every single time! Heh! Hoo-wee! This is fun.

Susan was busy fingering her pussy under water. Yet despite her growing arousal, she also built up some indignation. Sadly, that's just a fantasy because people don't understand! If only they knew about Alan's critical needs. Sex isn't just fun and games for him, it's a vital medical procedure! Alan needs female holes to stuff his-

Just then, Susan was interrupted in her reverie as Suzanne came in the bathroom. Normally, the two mothers were so familiar with each other and each other's nakedness by now that Suzanne didn't even bother to knock. But Susan was so lost in her erotic dream world that Suzanne had to knock on the side of the bathtub just to get her attention.

Susan didn't protest that she was naked, though some lingering sense of modesty caused her to partially cover up her rack with one ineffectual hand.

"Oh, poo. It's you." She reluctantly quit fingering herself.

"Boy, thanks for making me feel welcome," Suzanne said with surprise at Susan's unusually bad manners.

"No, sorry. I don't mean that. It's just that I was having such a lovely daydream. What's up?"

Suzanne began talking while Susan remained lying in the water like a limp noodle.

They discussed some of the logistics of the psychologist visit, what Susan might say to Xania, and the like. That took nearly half an hour.

Near the end of it, Suzanne suggested, "You know, with everything in flux regarding the psychologist and all, maybe it would be better for the time being if I take care of Alan's needs more."

"Perhaps," Susan said grudgingly. "However, I'm sure you'd agree that Alan's needs are greater than any one woman can satisfy, don't you think? To be on the safe side, I think it takes the four of us: you, me, Amy, and Katherine, at a bare minimum. I mean, there's just so much stroking and sucking and teasing that needs to be done."

Suzanne could have pointed out how Susan did fine handling Alan all by herself every Tuesday, but she figured that to get between Susan and her semen fix was about as unwise as to get between a mother grizzly bear and her cub.

She also still didn't much care for the idea of her daughter to be so actively involved with Alan, despite the fact that she knew Alan to be a very honorable and good person. She didn't want another major competitor for Alan's attentions and didn't want to see her "Honey Pie" daughter grow up so fast. But in her heart of hearts she knew there was no stopping Alan and Amy being together and realized it was probably for the best in the long run. Deep down, a part of her wanted to obey Alan instead of limiting his behavior, but she didn't realize this on a conscious level.

So, after pondering the Amy situation, Suzanne merely nodded, and said, "You wouldn't mind at least if I take care of the rest of his needs this evening? You seem so exhausted."

Susan was very grudging, but couldn't think of any rational reason to refute the suggestion. "No, I suppose that's okay. I guess I need a break and some time alone to think."

"Get your rest now, because you're not going to have that much of a break. Brenda will be here in about half an hour. Another card game, you know."

"Oh dear. I'd better get ready. Is it that time of the week already? Time flies when you're sucking cock." She grinned and stretched her body in the water to get more comfortable.

Suzanne grinned too, happy that Susan was loosening up and enjoying herself more each day. She thought, Now if we can just get Xania to play the psychologist role and quell her last doubts, we'll be home free. Susan will be a totally uninhibited sex maniac. We're sooooo close.

CHAPTER 8

Suzanne had come into the house dressed conservatively, but she now put on something sexy and went to look for Alan. She'd consciously tried not to think about him all day long, just to calm her overheated mind. Thinking about all the details of the psychologist visit had been a good diversion, but on the long ride home from L.A. she could think of little else but fucking her lover for the first time.

As she walked to his room, she found herself shaking with excitement. She crossed her fingers behind her back and hoped that the time was finally right for them to fuck. But when she found him there, lying on his bed doing nothing, she was surprised to see him laugh in response to her appearance.

"What's so funny?" she asked, slightly hurt.

"Sorry, it's just that you should see my sister. She was just in here a couple of minutes ago, wondering if my penis needed any assistance." He yelled out, "Hey Katherine, can you come here?"

Katherine walked across the hall and into Alan's room and then started laughing too. Both she and Suzanne were dressed in nearly the exact same outfit which consisted of nothing but a few straps of clothing. The only difference was that Suzanne's was black and Katherine's was red. Both even happened to have one nipple uncovered at that very moment (with such an outfit, it was nearly impossible not to).

Suzanne blushed and thought, How embarrassing. It makes me look like I'm just one woman in his harem. I'm the mastermind here, dammit. This shouldn't be happening!

But Suzanne finally saw the humor of their identical clothing and poses, and joined in the laughter. "I guess the effect of this outfit has been ruined," she said as she pulled on the straps repeatedly to expose more skin. "I'm just trying to get you aroused because Susan has put me in charge of your penis for the rest of the evening."

"Has she?" asked Katherine. "Rats!"

"Actually, maybe the outfit isn't a total loss," Suzanne said to Alan as she unzipped the zipper to his shorts. His ever-ready rock-hard penis sprung out. "It seems to inspire you."

"Yeah, don't get rid of that," Alan said. "I like it. And I like it even more when both of you are wearing it at the same time. It makes you seem like twins or something."

He could have added that the way Suzanne placed her arm to lift up and push out her huge tits certainly helped Alan's appreciation of the dress, but he realized that tit size was a sore subject whenever Katherine was around.

"Unfortunately," he went on, "even though my penis is somehow responding again - it was kind of hurting a while ago - we really shouldn't. Mom said that things need to cool off until she gets this psychology thing resolved, but you certainly wouldn't know it from my perspective. It's been nothing but sex, sex, sex for me all day, and Brenda's coming over later! I was just trying to mentally and physically recover a bit to prepare for that."

Katherine massaged Alan's shoulders while Suzanne pretty much ignored his comments and massaged his penis.

His sister said in a pouty voice, "Oh, you poooor thing. It's the tough life, isn't it? Your sopping wet fuck hole of a sister feels your pain."

Alan rolled his eyes balefully, "Don't talk like that. It only arouses me more. Don't we all need to get dressed and stuff? Isn't Brenda supposed to be here in a few minutes?"

"More like undressed," Katherine chortled. "Suzanne, what do you think the odds are that Alan will get his hands on Brenda's weighty orbs tonight? One hundred percent? What do you think the odds are that she'll beat his meat before the evening is through? Or, Alan, that you'll be fucking her bottomless cleavage in front of us all? She wants you as bad as the rest of us, mister 'tough life.' She's going to be another SLAVE to your cock; another addition to your harem. I can tell. Your favorite fuck toy is so conflicted. I want my brother all to my self. But I also love to see him make new conquests." She hugged him tightly from behind.

"Really, please, stop," Alan moaned. "I don't have a harem. I can't resist when you go on like that. Gotta save some spunk for later..." But his protest was feeble and no one stopped.

As he resigned himself to the fact that his sister could not be discouraged, he felt one of her hands reach around and help Suzanne stroke his penis back to full size.

He asked her, "What's with you and Mom crowing with pride about my new conquests? I don't get that."

"I guess it's because it shows how dominant you are," she said seductively into his ear as she gently palmed the tip of his penis with one hand and rubbed it. "Even though you're not as aggressive as you should be, it shows that you can sexually dominate anyone. I'm not living with a mere mortal, I'm living with a fuck monster! Let's ask another one of your cunts. Don't you agree, Suzanne?"

Suzanne was quiet for a moment, her concentration seemingly focused on sliding her fingers up and down Alan's shaft. But then she replied tersely, "Alan is certainly a fuck monster, but please don't call me a cunt." That brought the conversation to an end.

Katherine and Suzanne stroked Alan in silence.

Suzanne thought to herself, This is bad. Alan gets really turned on by all this subservient talk. This slave and cunt and fuck toy stuff. But I'm not willing to go there. It's undignified. Maybe I'm falling behind? Seems like I haven't been getting enough of his cock lately and now he's asking me to stop. I need to talk to him alone about all this.

She said, "Katherine, do you mind?" and motioned to the door with her eyes.

Suzanne thought, as if speaking to Katherine, Get out of here so I can get a chance to fuck Alan! I need to get back to the top of his list. It's time that we fuck. That'll have him screaming my name. This could be my only chance to be alone with him today. I can't even get five minutes to jack him off all by myself. Sheesh!

But Katherine played dumb. She did untangle herself from her brother and walked to the door. She said, "Oh, right." But then she closed it and walked back to Alan.

Suzanne said in frustration, even as she dropped her head and breathed lightly on Alan's dick now that she had it all to herself, "The idea was you're supposed to be on the other side of the door so I can help Alan in private."

Alan shivered in delight at the sensations Suzanne was making him feel with just her breathing.

Then Suzanne started licking the bulbous tip. She too felt a shudder of excitement run up and down her spine, just from the pleasure of feeling his penis head on her tongue. She thought to herself wickedly, Maybe I AM just another one of his cunts! Would that be so bad? I should stop resisting, stop trying to control events, and just turn off my mind to everything except utter pleasure. My Sweetie will take care of me.

But the thoughts were little more than idle fantasizing, as her desire to manipulate events and be number one was too strong.

Katherine belatedly answered, "Oh, right. My bad." But rather than leave the room, she tore away the thin strip of fabric from Suzanne's butt and placed a hand on each ass cheek. One of her fingers quickly found its way into Suzanne's slit. She asked, "Did Susan put anyone in charge of your pussy for the evening?"

"No. And you're not supposed to be doing that, either," chided Suzanne. "Susan is in a weird mood about this whole psychologist thing."

"Good point. My bad again." Katherine stuck two more fingers into Suzanne's pussy.

"You two are incorrigible, you know that?" Suzanne said. She reluctantly gave in to Katherine's fondling and took off her few straps that passed for an outfit. Then she knelt on Alan's bed to suck his tool from a better position. That also gave the giggling Katherine better access to her ass.

Suzanne added, "Please. Let's keep things reasonable, given that Susan is down the hallway."

Katherine giggled more. "That's why I locked the door. Because as a human sex toy, I don't know the meaning of the word 'reasonable.' I only know the words: 'yes, sir,' 'do me,' and 'more.'" She paused, then giggled again. "Oh, I guess 'deeper' and 'harder' are a couple other favorites."

Katherine licked Suzanne's ass crack and then stuck her tongue right into her anal sphincter.

Suzanne was gratified that she'd cleaned herself in case Alan wanted to do that to her. All four women now kept their asses clean at all times for the off chance that Alan might want to explore that region, though he all too rarely did.

Suzanne gave up trying to fight the nympho teenager. She heaved a sigh somewhere between contentment and frustration, and resumed sucking. Her frustrations rapidly melted away.

Though she didn't realize it, she had become more and more like Susan, in that cocksucking increasingly filled her with contentment and banished all her worries away. Cocksucking Alan usually kept her right on the edge of orgasm, and not even Suzanne could think very clearly in that state.

Alan hoped that Katherine would resume sharing his penis with Suzanne so he could have another dual blowjob like the one Susan and Amy gave him the night before.

But Katherine was mindful that she was pushing her luck with Suzanne, and so she tried to make it up by staying away from Alan's penis and giving Suzanne an excellent pussy licking.

Alan didn't have too much to complain about. Suzanne still gave the most talented blowjobs of anyone in the house, and that was a very tough field of competition.

However, Katherine couldn't completely resist the temptation to get more involved. As Suzanne sped up, her mouth flying up and down Alan's penis like some pumping machine spinning out of control, Katherine rammed a couple fingers into Suzanne's pussy and reached forward to tweak one of Suzanne's nipples.

Suzanne made some muffled noises which might have been words, but she was too far into the blowjob to stop and properly speak.

As Alan started to unload a healthy helping of semen into Suzanne's mouth, Katherine pulled on Suzanne's nipple so hard that it seemed as if she was trying to pull it off altogether.

Suzanne let out a very loud cry of exultation as she came, hard, right as Alan showered the back of her mouth with his seed. The resulting mess which ensued almost made all three lovers burst out with laughter and delight.

After they'd all climaxed, Suzanne sighed contentedly. Aaaaah. Now that's what it's all about. To think that some women don't like cocksucking at all. What utter fuckheads! It's the greatest sensual pleasure in the world, short of having him fucking my other holes, of course. And with Katherine on my ass, I'm just one player short of my ultimate orgy fantasy. Susan's coming along so nicely, but I still can't rush things.

She turned to Katherine, and with an amused grin, said, "You very naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?"

Katherine smiled in return. "The question is, what AREN'T you going to do with me? Us fuck toys aim to please." She kissed her brother on the lips.

Then Suzanne said to her, "Can I finally be alone with this fuck monster, please? I think Alan has some serious things on his mind that he wants to talk to me about. Not only that, but Brenda will be over shortly, so you should get yourself ready."

Katherine blew Alan a kiss as she stood up and said, "Big Man-muscle Brother, see you downstairs in a bit." She didn't even bother to put her few straps of clothing back on before she entered the hallway, but just carried it out with her.

Despite Susan's occasional feeble protests, it seemed the Plummer house was getting more debauched with each passing day. 

CHAPTER 9

Suzanne cuddled with Alan in his bed as the two of them recovered from their recent orgasms. Alan had a very serious look on his face and it looked as if he struggled to put his thoughts into words. It was still a while before the evening poker game with Brenda. He finally had a chance to discuss his many recent problems with Suzanne, but he didn't know where to begin.

Suzanne beat him to the punch. She said tenderly, "Sweetie, I do feel your pain. Really. I know what you're thinking. On one hand it seems like you're living a fantastical wet dream and you can't get enough. You walk through life as if in a dream, wondering what your classmates would think if they only knew a fraction of what you're going through. But, on the other hand, you feel like you're being torn apart as a dozen pairs of female hands pull at you from different directions. And you're constantly pushing your body's sexual limits and wondering how long you'll last before you completely collapse. But you don't want it to ever end, even when your penis is on fire. You're afraid something will break the magical spell and your life will return to how it was, so you have to enjoy it all while you still can. These are the things you were thinking about just before I came in."

"Exactly. It's like you're reading my mind. How do you know me so well?"

She smiled comfortingly. "Your Aunt Suzy is a smart cookie. Don't forget that. I'm already working on fixing things. Think of me as your guardian angel. I'm going to make sure that everything in your life goes perfectly." They hugged.

"But how did you know I was thinking about some of those very things when you came in?"

She pulled back a bit, sat up, and continued, "Because you looked like you were deep in thought, and if I was in your shoes that's the kind of stuff I'd be thinking about all the time.

"Sweetie, face the facts. Your lot in life is to fuck lots of beautiful women. You're going to be doing a lot of it from now on, partly because you're lucky to know us unusual and horny ladies who always hang around this house, but also because you're so good at it. Success breeds success, and now everyone wants you. The magical spell is never going to be broken. I won't let it. My advice is to simply give in. Don't think; don't fight it. Just sit back and enjoy this opportunity the fates have thrown your way to the complete fullest. Surrender totally to the moment. We've got your back to make sure everything else works out."

Alan thought about her advice briefly but then focused on a sore point it brought up. "How do you know I'm good at fucking?" he complained. "It's not like you've ever let me fuck you. That just drives me utterly bonkers."

"Hey. Remember what happened at the beach the other day? It's gonna happen. We just need some time alone to see it through. I was actually going to fuck you right now but I couldn't get Katherine to leave. Now we lost the time and we can't do the first time justice, though I must admit it's so tempting to just do it anyway. Even with your mother roaming around the house, I just can't hold off any more. Too bad your penis is flaccid right now or who knows what might happen."

"Really? Damn! Just telling me that just drives me wilder. Dang." He pounded his fist into his hand repeatedly. "Damn, that's frustrating!"

"Tell me about it. I want to fuck just as bad as you do. It's been a torment for me too, ever since the first handjob I gave you. But you know that I haven't been holding off to be cruel. Your mother wouldn't have been able to handle it if we'd been caught. Now she's almost there mentally. Knock on wood, if this psychologist visit goes well, you'll be fucking us ALL soon. Within days. Your mother included. It's so much better this way, in the long run."

"Knock on wood. Wow. That is a big if. She's all over the map these days. ... But let's change the topic. There's so much I want to discuss before we have to leave for the poker game."

Suzanne replied, "Oh yeah. Here's the deal on that. You stay here and rest a while. I'm going to go downstairs and manipulate events so everyone will start to take their clothes off. Once that happens, I'll call you down. Remember that I'm your guardian angel. I'm not jealous like certain people living in this house. Even your mom and Amy are starting to show signs of jealousy in their own subtle ways. I say share and share alike. We all benefit."

Suzanne, in fact, was becoming more and more jealous with each passing day, but she was good at hiding it.

"Suzanne, you're so great. So smart. So understanding. So beautiful. So loving." He hugged her again.

"Don't feel like you have to stop with the so's," she half-kidded. "But seriously, there is one thing that bugs me. It's the way some women are carrying on around here in a debasing manner. Like your sister. Did you know that when she talks about you to me in private, she calls you 'Master?' Does she call you that to your face?"

"She says that to you? Not to my face she doesn't." He thought back to the dual Amy / Katherine cocksucking earlier, and other recent events. "Well, she does say that kind of stuff to me sometimes. A lot, actually, now that I think about it. She gets pretty carried away when she's aroused."

Suzanne had a hand resting on his flaccid penis, and she felt it start to rapidly grow. "Aha. The erect-o-meter says the word 'Master' turns you on. Instant boing in my hand as soon as I said it."

Alan blushed. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why do these kinds of ideas excite me?! I can't help it!"

"It's all right." She hugged him again. "As long as you don't ask to piss or shit on me or something like that, I say whatever floats your boat is fine. It's a pretty big boat and it needs a lot of floating. We all have to work constantly on getting you erect and keeping you that way. But the reason I bring it up is because all these women are trying to out do themselves with colorful, subservient language, and I don't really do that. I mean, a little bit of that is fine. I've done some of it myself. I've even teased you about calling you Master once or twice, though it's not something I'd regularly call you myself."

She continued, "But your sister seems to be a whole different level. I was teasing; she seems to take it seriously. Just like her fuck toy comment earlier. Was that serious or joking? I don't know. But I do know that I'm wondering if maybe I'm falling behind with your affections."

"Definitely not. Aunt Suzy, I love you so much. You never, ever have to think you don't attract me. If you ever fail to arouse me, just say a few words in a Southern accent, and I'll think about your Daisy Duke persona and my penis will be an instant Eiffel Tower. You're so endlessly arousing that you don't need to use words like master or slave. Every time I see your body or your face, it's so startlingly beautiful that it really does take my breath away. That's not a cliché. It's like the first time every time, minus a little of the hyperventilating and blushing. I really think these last weeks are taking years off of my life, because I can only handle so many 'be still my beating heart' moments in a single day."

She was gleeful and kissed him appreciatively while giving his newly erect penis a loving squeeze. "Damn you and your compliments. You know the word that turns me on the most? Love. Just tell me again that you love me and I'd do anything for you."

"I love you, Aunt Suzy. I really do. And I already know you'd do anything for me. That's one reason I love you so much. I'd do just about anything for you, too." He meant it with deepest sincerity. He drew her hand not holding his penis to his mouth and kissed it tenderly.

She glanced down at his penis and saw it jump in her other hand. With a smirk, she said, "Ah. I can see you mean you'd like to love me in more ways than one. What am I going to do with you? You're so damned lovable. You know I love you too. It's a good thing for the both of us that Brenda is going to be here in a few minutes, because if she wasn't I'd have you fuck me so hard that the two of us would drill a hole down to the Earth's core through sheer thrusting power. And I feel a lot better about the language issue. I must say that even I have been getting a bit jealous when I hear Katherine calling herself things like 'fuck toy.'"

Alan teased, "Hey, fuck toy is not an exclusive position. If you're jealous, there are additional job openings in that field."

She punched him lightly. "Don't you wish! What happened to the guy who was complaining a few minutes ago that he couldn't handle all the attention and action?"

"You happened to him. Every time I think I can't handle any more, something else comes along that redoubles my arousal. I may be going to hell, but at least I'm enjoying the ride."

"That you are. We'll talk more later about some of your other worries. Aunt Suzy is going to make everything all right. Right now I have to get ready for the card game. Did you know this old hag uses a little bit of make up to hide her age?"

"Do NOT call yourself an old hag. You are so beautiful that you don't need any make-up at all. I love you."

"Ah. You're just saying that. Do you really love me, or do you just love these?" She hefted up her weighty tits.

As she squeezed her breasts towards his face, her normally confident expression was replaced with one of genuine worry. She knew that he loved her, but she worried that he loved Katherine and Susan more.

She also worried about her age. She was very aware of the fact that at 39, she was nearly two years older than Susan. She was well aware that she was the only woman in the house who felt the need to use make-up on a regular basis.

Alan's eyes bugged out at the sheer size of her twin orbs, but he quickly recovered. "Suzanne, are you serious? I love you so much. Of course I love your tits, and they help get me aroused, but you'd be beyond arousing even without any boobs at all. Your whole body is amazing. When they release the next edition of the dictionary, I expect to see your picture under the word 'sexy.' Seriously! Even if I went blind, you'd be incredibly arousing just from the sound of your sensual, scratchy voice. In any case, my love for you goes soooo far beyond your looks. I hope it's the same with me, and that you don't just think of me as some young hunk."

"Sweetie, how could you possibly think that? You're like my own son to me. But do you think you could still love this old hag in another ten or twenty years?"

"Of course I do! If you call yourself that one more time, I'm going to have to tie you up, fuck you silly, and then keep you as a sex slave in my dungeon. Mom's boundaries be damned. That'll teach you."

Her concern passed and her confidence returned. "A-ha! The fully horny and aggressive Alan has just entered the building. Did you know that it's been one of my projects lately to get you to be more aggressive? Maybe I'm succeeding too much. You're so gentle on the surface, but I have half a feeling that before too long you actually WILL have a dungeon to keep all your sex slaves."

She winked. "Boy, I wish I could take care of this cock right now, but if I get started we're gonna romp for a long while and the card game is about to begin. Maybe I'll win the privilege later with a lucky set of cards. I think Katherine was right earlier: Brenda had better watch out because you're gonna need all the cum you can get. Gotta go."

She kissed him on the cheek and left the room.

Alan realized that he still had much more to talk about that they'd missed, such as his worry that could be turning into an asshole now that everyone started to treat him like a king. They'd actually talked about her worries as much as his.

His mind drifted to the possibility of fucking Suzanne then to the thought of Brenda arriving in a few minutes, and then back and forth between the two. Sweet Jesus. If I gotta have problems, these are the best problems on Earth to have.

CHAPTER 10

Brenda arrived at the Plummer house a few minutes after Suzanne left Alan's room.

Suzanne had rescheduled their card game from the afternoon to the later evening that morning because of her need to rush to Los Angeles. Since Brenda was another idle, jobless, and (very) rich housewife, the rescheduling wasn't a problem.

Susan answered the door, again wearing the Japanese kimono she'd wore earlier in the day. She was still troubled with the feelings that had caused her to want to see a psychologist.

But, on the other hand, she was horny. She continued to ride a buzz from Amy's milk incident earlier, and her long hot bath didn't cool her ardor down at all. Furthermore, although she wouldn't admit it to herself, she was succumbing to her lesbian urges. Deep down she was turned on by the cute and extremely buxom Brenda Hunter.

As she answered the door, she was particularly keen to see what Brenda would be wearing. She knew it would be something good.

Brenda took Suzanne's advice from their last meeting to wear something sexy. In fact, she wore the most daring outfit she'd worn in years. Daring would be an understatement.

All throughout the week, Susan and Suzanne talked to Brenda on the phone, getting to be better friends but also engaging in a bit of one-upmanship. Each vowed that they would come to the card game dressed in the sexiest and most revealing outfit of all. They spent a long time on the phone to discuss the things they'd wear and goaded each other to show off more.

Brenda took up the challenge with a vengeance, and what she finally wore was less an outfit and more an open invitation to be fucked. Such scraps of covering that existed were made of black leather. There was one tiny strapless section that valiantly held her gargantuan tits up, and another tiny separate section that covered the middle of her ass, the area just around her bush, and not much else.

The look was completed with gloves that went past the elbows, boots that came up past the knees, and a dog collar. Needless to say, she wore an overcoat on the way over, as she wouldn't have been caught dead in the outside world wearing so little.

At first she was distressed to see Susan dressed in a full length kimono. She feared that she was horribly underdressed. But her worry quickly dissipated when she came further into the Plummer house.

First, Susan said, "You're wondering about the kimono, probably. Don't worry, I doubt I'll be wearing it very long." She giggled.

Then the other women came to the front of the house to greet Brenda and she was able to see what they wore. Even though the others followed Susan's lead and toned down a bit from what they'd been wearing a short time before, there was still an amazing amount of flesh exposed. Brenda stood a bit more proudly because she felt that she had the most arresting outfit of all.

But upon seeing Brenda, the two Plummer women claimed "home field advantage" and went back to change into even sexier garb.

Amy was there with Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine. She was pleased as punch to be allowed to join in. She kept a few sexy items in the underwear cabinet, but she didn't own anything that could come close to comparing to the likes of what Brenda wore.

Knowing that Alan would join them later, Katherine didn't want to help what she saw as her main competition for the same-aged girlfriend role she craved. She was also jealously fuming at Amy's star turn with the milk earlier.

So Amy had to resort to wearing the robe she'd worn for Alan a couple of days earlier that she'd cut to make dramatically short. It so utterly failed to cover up her bare pussy that Suzanne made her wear a regular pair of shorts with it.

Everyone admitted the Brenda won the "first round" of having the most outrageous outfit, but lost the "second round" when Katherine went back to change and came back in something even skimpier.

When Katherine came back into the living room, Susan said, "Angel, I hope you don't think you're going to wear that. Please pardon my daughter, Brenda. You know how wild teenagers are these days."

Katherine played innocent. "What? You don't like my outfit? What's wrong with it?"

She wore a transparent top that was completely open in the front, plus the same material that covered her legs up to the middle of her thighs. Her crotch was covered by panties that were also somewhat transparent but less so than the rest. Had she had any hair on her bald pussy, it would have shown itself clearly.

Before Susan could respond, Suzanne said, "I think it looks very sexy. You should keep it on because after all it's just us girls. What do you think, Brenda?"

"Oh, definitely keep it on. It's like a lingerie party! You have to give her points for bravery, not discourage her. By the way Katherine, I can't help but notice you shave down there. Why is that?"

So the conversation turned to the plusses and minuses of bald pussies.

Susan was unable to get Katherine to change her outfit. Susan herself changed into an extremely low cut black satin dress, but in the face of Katherine and Brenda's garb she found her shoulder straps down around her elbows more often than not, frequently exposing her nipples. And that was without Alan around. She was thrilled to show herself off to other women, though she justified it by pretending it was all about outdoing the others.

Brenda couldn't help but notice Suzanne's comment that "just us girls" would attend the card game. Inside, she was nearly frantic with worry that Alan wouldn't be there - she'd looked forward to seeing him all week.

A few minutes later, she managed to ask Suzanne, "You said something about 'just us girls.' Isn't Alan going to join us later?" She hoped she hadn't made her interest sound too obvious.

Suzanne just enigmatically replied, "Perhaps." She knew Brenda had the hots for Alan way more than the ultra-busty millionaire was willing to admit, probably even to herself. The "just us girls" comment was a lie, as everyone but Brenda knew, but Suzanne let Brenda twist in the wind a little bit to build Brenda's anticipation.

Brenda wanted to press the issue more, but didn't want to appear too eager, so she kept quiet. She didn't realize just how clearly her eagerness and worry about Alan's participation was written on her face.

Brenda still couldn't get over what had happened in their previous card games, especially from the week before. She'd been fairly drunk, but nonetheless she vividly recalled how Alan "measured her breasts." In fact, it was much more of an extensive groping than measuring, even while Suzanne felt her up a bit and simultaneously jacked Alan off. It was by far the hottest thing that Brenda had ever experienced, even hotter than vaginal intercourse.

Sex with her second husband had always been deadly boring; that was one reason why she was divorcing him. Sex with her first husband, the father of her son Adrian, hadn't been much better. Despite her improbable body, her sex life had been nothing but dull, dull, dull for too many years now.

The women started to play a game of bridge.

Amy didn't know the rules and it was a four-person game, so she sat out and just watched.

As happened the week before, the females found themselves talking about sexual things and telling sexual stories. The stories mostly revolved around what the women were doing with Alan. Many of them detailed events that happened in the past week. The Plummer house females were more honest with each other now and more comfortable with Brenda, so they said things they wouldn't have said the week before.

The women were all so in love and in lust with Alan that they genuinely had nothing but the highest praise for him, but wanting to impress Brenda, they exaggerated his sexual prowess even more than they usually did.

These stories quickly had their effect on Brenda. She didn't have any Alan stories of her own to contribute (at least not yet - she hoped that would change soon), but she listened raptly and constantly goaded them for more details.

Susan appeared to have completely forgotten her moody morning when she despaired and demanded to see a psychologist. There was nothing that could make Susan happier and more excited than talking about her son's sexual talents. In fact, once she got going, the others could hardly get a word in edgewise as Susan described some of her fondest blowjobs in intimate detail.

Everyone got so horny from these accounts that when their bridge game ended and Suzanne suggested they make the card game more interesting by playing strip poker, there were no objections.

Brenda did make one practical complaint however: "This is going to be the shortest strip poker game of all time, though. Look how few items of clothes we're wearing to start with!"

"You shouldn't complain," Suzanne replied. "If we count your gloves and boots as two items each, not to mention your collar, you're wearing more items than any of us. But you do have a point. Take me, for instance." Suzanne wore a skimpy dress much like Susan's. "My dress is the only item I'm wearing, if you don't count my high heels. Actually, now that I think about it, I think we can agree that shoes are excluded for everyone, since we have a rule in this house to wear high heels at all times. That means your boots too, Brenda, since they've got decent heels on them."

Brenda nodded in agreement.

Suzanne continued, "But I do have an idea. We can count each exposure of a naughty bit as a separate item too. For instance, if I pull this dress down over my nipples, that can count as one item." She pulled the dress down, as if a visual example were necessary. "If there's a dispute on what counts as an item, we can resolve it by majority rule vote. Does that sound good to everyone?"

It did, and the five of them began to play.

At first, everyone was nervous. To be naked in the Plummer house was no longer any cause for nervousness, but to be naked in front of four other people, especially since one of them was a relative stranger, was scary for some, like Susan.

Brenda was the most nervous of all, at first. She wasn't used to being naked for anyone and had already gone out on a limb with the dress she wore.

But luckily Amy lost the first hand. She was the first to have to officially bare her chest, but she responded with her usual blissful and nonchalant attitude towards nakedness. That did wonders to help everyone else relax.

Alan sat in his room while all this went on, doing his homework to pass the time. Or at least he tried to. In fact he was antsy and unable to accomplish anything, knowing that Suzanne was downstairs working on getting Brenda and the others naked.

By eight-thirty, the strip poker game had been going for half an hour already. It had also turned into a freewheeling party, with wine and lively music loosening inhibitions.

Suzanne judged the time was right for Alan to get involved, and so she went up to the second floor under the excuse of using the bathroom. She knocked on his door. She said as she poked her head inside and winked, "Sweetie, in about five minutes come down to the living room. I think you'll be in for a nice surprise."

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