CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 14)

Susan was supposed to take it easy until the psychologist's appointment Friday afternoon. She had a mental and physical hangover from the strip poker game the night before and a new attack of guilt, thinking, I'm so hopeless! I don't know why Alan says I'm not a slut, because I have no self control whatsoever. I need to show him that I can be a responsible parent. Sucking cock is all well and good, but I can't allow it to completely take over my entire life!

As a result, she didn't wear anything especially revealing on Thursday morning. She successfully discouraged Katherine from doing so as well. But still, by now even "normal" female clothes in the Plummer household would be far beyond the pale in any ordinary household.

When Alan came downstairs, Susan stopped him from "getting her attention" before he'd even gotten near her. She said, "Tiger, I've decided that once you touch me I go crazy, so it's better that you just don't touch me at all this morning. I have to keep myself in check until this psychologist appointment tomorrow. Then, mercifully, you have your Boy Scout trip for the weekend, so I'm hoping by the end of that I can get in a state of mind where I can control my urges a little better."

Alan wasn't so keen on having her control her urges better, but he let her be. He could tell all these changes had been tough on her and she needed some space.

She still flashed him a copious amount of tit and ass all though breakfast, even if she kept her resolve not to allow touching.

He wore a dark blue robe to breakfast, since he knew that, whatever his mother's mood, odds were good he was going to get pleasured before school by somebody, just the same. He thought it had gotten a bit silly just how often he had to take his shorts off in the course of a day and he had visions of relaxing in robes more often than not from now on. He fancied himself a new Hugh Hefner of sorts.

Katherine gave him a very long and passionate kiss once she came downstairs. She was all too eager to make up for the lack of kisses and touches Susan normally gave Alan each morning.

But Susan did not let Katherine kiss her, as well. Despite all the other kissing Susan had done, apparently her boundaries as defined that morning considered that improper.

Alan felt cavalier. He thought, I'll take care of that reluctance soon enough.

As part of Susan's new "take it easy" policy, she said, "Angel, as you can see I'm taking a bit of a break from helping Alan with his problem today. I was hoping you could lend him a hand - or a mouth. After all, he still has all that terrible spermy build up and it would break my heart if he had to touch himself to make it better. Plus, I want to make up to you the way I've been hogging Alan Junior lately. So what do you say?"

Katherine laughed. "Boy, that's a tough one. Hmm." She giggled. "Tell you what, Mom. I'll do it if you help with the visual stimulation part."

So Alan was pleasured with a nice long handjob while happily Susan cooked breakfast in another one of her erotic aprons.

He enjoyed the stealth stroking during his meal, but he didn't want it to end in just another handjob. Even after twenty minutes of steady and talented stroking, when he finished eating he felt he wasn't even near an orgasm.

He thought how best to exploit the situation. Since his mother said she didn't want to touch him, he didn't want to trick her into violating that - that wasn't his way, to directly subvert her wishes. However, he thought it would be nice if Susan and Katherine could physically bond some more. He figured that could help Susan in her slide to further sexual debauchery.

Recalling their previous morning kiss to help him, he pretended that he was having trouble keeping erect. He thought of disgusting things to force himself to lose the erection. He winked at Katherine and motioned at her towards Susan, so his sister got wise to his game.

Katherine pretended to stroke his dick even more vigorously, but in fact it only looked that way from where Susan was because her hand merely slid over open air around it. Katherine and Alan had the same goal in mind: a repetition of the kiss between Katherine and Susan.

"Oh dear," said Susan when she noted Alan's predicament as she walked back over from the kitchen to collect the dishes. "You've finished eating and you're losing it. You're not your usual erect self. Angel, dear, can't you try any harder?"

Katherine falsely complained. "I've been trying everything." Then she eagerly asked, "Big Thermos Bottle Brother, would it help if Mom and I kissed again, like we did the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah, that would be a big help, Sticky Little Sister," Alan said, but even the idea of the kiss made it hard for him to keep up his flaccid pretense.

Luckily, Susan and Katherine already looked at each other hungrily.

There were a lot of things Susan could have suggested to do first. For instance, she could have asked Katherine to swallow Alan's penis and see if a blowjob would be more effective. Or she could have tried a handjob or blowjob herself. But she didn't make these suggestions because she was very keen on being "forced" to do the kiss, even though she tried to maintain the pretense to herself and the others that she wasn't.

She said in a reluctant voice, "I suppose we'll have to do that then.... But Angel, this is for Tiger's special problem this morning, so let's not make this a regular habit, okay?"

She thought, Here I go again! I was just saying to myself how I have no self-control, and now look at me. Why do I have the feeling we're going to be doing this every morning before long? This is why I need to see the psychologist, to get some self-control. I'm completely nonfunctional except as a cocksucker and sex object. How will I survive in society without my husband's money, if I keep going like this?

"Okay," replied Katherine, also knowing full well that when Susan said something like that it invariably meant a further slide down the slippery slope. But it was good to stay mum about such things.

But Susan was very aroused. Not allowing herself to even touch her son's penis all morning had put her in a desperate state. To her own surprise, she then asked Alan, "Do you think that will be enough? I'm so worried about those cum-filled balls of yours. It would probably be best if you have a really powerful ejaculation so you can keep them well drained until lunch when some nubile sweet young things spread their legs for you. Would it help more if we both took some clothes off first?"

Alan wanted to laugh at his wonderful yet absurd life. He barely managed to keep a straight face as he replied, "That would be better, just to be on the safe side. Probably best if you both get completely naked."

Inwardly he was bursting with glee. God bless Mom! She's always full of surprises. it's not enough that I cum all over my own mother and sister before school every morning, but now they've got to be "powerful ejaculations." I love it!

Susan also was bursting on the inside but tried to hide her bliss on the outside. She attempted to maintain a stern face as she said, "Well, if you insist."

She thought to herself, I'm so hot thinking about kissing Katherine again, I just HAVE to get naked! I'm beginning to think like Amy; clothes are just so WRONG! Maybe if I get naked and give Katherine a really intense kiss, Alan will see what a slut I am. It's important that I disabuse him of his illusions about me. Then he'll know why I have to get help for my uncontrollable, sinful cravings. Maybe this psychologist will tell me that I'm a hopeless case and that there's no recourse for me but to me a naked cum-guzzling slut for my son, for ever and ever! We have to get over his aversion to the word "slut," because we're all his happy sluts! First, I'll give him a slutty strip tease performance. He seemed to really enjoy that the other night, so I should do more of those.

The two of them ostentatiously took their clothes off item by item at the same time (not that there were very many items to take off in the first place). This put them in direct competition with each other.

Alan could see trouble brewing from this situation. He had them stand right next to each other so he could pretty much gawk at both of them at the same time. That kept the jealousy in check, though Susan and Katherine did shoot some competitive looks at each other while they stripped. He kept his hands over his penis in the probably unnecessary precaution of preventing his mother from seeing that his penis was already hard, and thus calling off the kiss.

He thought to himself as he surreptitiously rubbed the penis in his hands, I've probably seen more tits and ass in the last couple of weeks alone than most men see in their entire lifetimes. I wonder how many other kids in my class this morning are getting blown and stroked all through breakfast and then get to see their sister and mother do a striptease and passionate mouth-to-mouth kiss? Ha! Nobody! And nobody has a sister and mother who look half as hot as mine do either.

Well, now that I think about it, I guess Brad does. But I've stolen Amy and Suzanne from that family completely. It's like I have two mothers and sisters now. I'd like to know Brad better so I could find out why he's such a fucking idiot not to bang them, not that I'd ever try to enlightening him on his stupidity. But dang, look at this!

Alan was distracted by the way that both Katherine and Susan leaned forward and let their tits drop down. Looking at each other, as if reading minds, they smiled and then simultaneously moved their shoulders so their boobs started to swirl around in circles. With their eyes still seductively locked on one another, they managed to keep their boobs swinging in perfect time. Then they looked at him and smiled giant shit-eating grins.

Susan must have known that if that didn't make Alan hard than nothing on Earth could. She asked him, "Tiger, how's it hanging? Are you still going to force me to make out with my own daughter?"

The dining table stood between Alan and Susan, so he knew she couldn't see the state of his penis at the moment. He looked down into his lap as if he didn't know that he had a raging and pulsing erection already. He lied, "Not good. I guess it's all wiped out from yesterday. A really sultry kiss may be my only hope." He hated to directly lie to Susan, but in this case it was okay because he knew that she really knew what was happening and that she wanted him to lie about it.

CHAPTER 2

Susan sighed. "You heard what he said, Angel. I guess we're going to have to pretend to be two totally lesbian nymphos, deeply in love with each other."

The two of them wordlessly leaned into each other and held on in a tight embrace. They exchanged deep, loving looks and for the moment Alan was forgotten. Both of them knew there was no pretending needed about them being deeply in love with each other.

Then the two women went at it with gusto. They engaged in a thorough lip lock. Their hands roamed everywhere, much more than their last kiss on Alan's behalf, which was saying something.

Katherine stuck her leg between Susan's, and used her thigh to rub against her mother's hairy puss.

Then Susan did the same to her daughter. Their thighs became quite wet from all the flowing pussy juices being spread around.

Katherine mostly kept her hands on Susan's ass, slowly working her way into her ass crack and then down until she could touch her pussy. By the end of the kiss, she had found her mother's clit and was rubbing it vigorously.

Many minutes later, Susan suddenly became aware of the time and the need for her children to get to school. She finally disentangled her body from her daughter and then, panting, belatedly remembered Alan's penis.

She walked around the table so she could have a good look at his crotch. She saw to her dismay that he was openly masturbating himself to the sight of the kiss.

She pointed her finger accusingly and said, "Tiger, don't you EVER let me catch you masturbating yourself, not when your sister or your mommy can help you out instead! That's an order! We live to guzzle your thick cum juice down our throats, and it just breaks my heart to see it wasted. Don't even THINK about touching yourself anymore. Is that clear? You know that the Bible says it's a sin to spill your seed onto the ground. It belongs on or in one of your big-titted babes, and that's an order too!"

"Okay, Mom," Alan said with a roll of his eyes, as if she had criticized him for not taking out the trash. While he still looked away, he felt a warm sensation around his shaft and realized it was Susan's quick acting mouth.

Katherine butted in. "Um, Mom, you said I could do it all by myself this morning, remember?"

Susan's mouth was occupied, but she managed to say, "Yeah but..." <slurp, slurp> "don't you have to ..." <slurp, slurp>  "get ready ..." <slurp, slurp>  "for school now?" <slurp, slurp, slurp>

"I only have to dress and get my book bag."

Susan stopped sucking. "Dammit. All right. This exact damn thing happened to me last night with Suzanne. Why is everyone conspiring to deny me cock? I know I said I shouldn't touch, but how can I keep away and let Alan abuse himself like that?"

No one answered her, so she finally and very reluctantly stood up. However, she still kept one hand on Alan's penis, as if she was permanently tethered to it. "You see? I'm in control. I know how to share." Her hand began to jack her son off even as she said this.

Katherine maneuvered her way in between Alan's legs and said, "Okay, Mom, thank you very much, I'll take over now."

"All right." But Susan still didn't let go. Her hand slipped up and down, up and down, his pre-cum soaked shaft.

"Mom, you have to actually take your hand off of Big Redwood Tree Brother's thick tree trunk." Katherine rather forcibly took Susan's hands away and replaced them with her mouth.

Susan still would not be denied. She managed to keep fondling his balls for a bit until Katherine shifted positions and blocked Susan's access.

Katherine still felt jealous from the dual striptease. More than that, she resented playing second fiddle to Susan every morning and was determined to hold Susan to her pledge this morning to let her have all of Alan for once.

Susan sighed heavily as she watched her daughter take full control. She said, "Okay. Then you two obviously don't need me." She let out another big sigh, as if fishing for sympathy.

Katherine's body mostly blocked Susan's view of Alan's crotch, so Susan stared at Katherine's backside instead. She found herself fondly recalling the heavy make out session they had bust concluded. She was very tempted to roam her hands over Katherine's butt, especially as her daughter's pussy was easily visible as the butt wiggled high in the air.

She thought, I think Alan needs a really powerful ejaculation to get him through the rest of the morning. It's not like I WANT to fondle my daughter's marvelous ass, I'm no lesbian... But if Alan were to think I was getting all lesbo on my own daughter, wouldn't that cause him to shoot his load with even more gusto?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alan. "Sis, that's great, but remember that I have to go to school early today. So I'm not going to hold out long." He wanted to get to school early so he could talk to Glory right away.

Susan watched. She couldn't quite bring herself to roam her hands over her daughter's butt. Frustrated at being only a spectator, she made to leave the room, but was annoyed that no one paid her the slightest attention to her, as they were both far too involved with the blowjob. She said, "Have a good day at school."

Alan grunted in reply, "Thanks, Mom."

Katherine also said, "Thanks, Mom," but her words were muffled by the penis in her mouth.

In a further attempt to get some attention, Susan said, "Angel, I really should punish you for touching me in such naughty ways during our kiss." But that didn't get any response at all. Katherine seemed completely consumed with her oral task. She was hmmming and moaning and writhing like she was already in the throes of orgasm.

Alan had dropped from his chair and sat on his knees, so his sister could finger fuck his ass as she fondled his balls and sucked his rod with every trick she knew.

She knew he was in a rush, so she tried to make sure he could get off sooner rather than later. She moaned and slurped so loudly that Susan wondered if she'd have to shout to be heard.

Susan continued to stand and stare. She found that she was unable to leave the room, even though she wanted to. She resolved to be good and not masturbate while watching. After all, this morning she was proving to herself that she had some self-control. She found herself slowly slipping. Her legs started to spread wider and wider, as if she was slowly doing the split. Her hands began to wander across her body. She caught them drifting down below her belly button and kept them frozen there, just inches from the top of her dark brown bush.

But then she saw all the signs of Alan's impeding climax. Even from across the room, she could see his balls tighten and Katherine's lips speed their sliding along his wide rod. Within seconds she was going so frantically that it almost seemed like a blur.

But then, just as suddenly, she came to a near stop. Her cheeks bulged and her whole head shook as if the force of Alan's seed was driving her head backwards.

Susan couldn't stop herself any more. She spread her legs even wider and began frigging her pussy with one hand. She brought her other hand to her mouth and stuffed four fingers in it, pushing them in and out as if they were Alan's erection.

Katherine's eyes rolled up in her head as she had an great orgasmic experience of her own at the same time Alan did.

She found it easier to climax with each passing day. She loved giving blowjobs and couldn't understand how some women didn't like them at all. She loved the feeling of her mouth being completely stuffed to bursting with hot cock. She loved the power of making her brother cum, sometimes even when he'd used every control trick not to. But the kicker was that her own blowjob orgasms were always great. She'd learned that all she had to do was touch her clit at the height of a blowjob and she could get off in time with her brother. Then there was the reward of all the tasty cum to be consumed. She had truly come to love the taste more than the most delicious and sinful dessert imaginable.

Susan knew that delightful taste extremely well. It was the height of frustration for her to have to watch Katherine's cheeks puff in and out because she knew that meant the cum was being consumed by someone else. She could even watch her throat and watch the cum pass down it. Her whole body fidgeted in frustration as Katherine ostentatiously gargled with Alan's cum and made contented purring sounds.

With her mouth still holding lots of her brother's cum, she tilted her head back so as not to lose and then managed to say, "Mom, I was listening to you. You mentioned something about punishments. That reminds me. You were supposed to get a spanking yesterday, but it didn't happen because Suzanne was gone all day. But we're not going to forget today. So look forward to that."

Susan gasped and meekly nodded. It was increasingly questionable just who was in charge of the family now - Susan or her children. Most particularly, Alan. She knew that he could order her about and she'd follow any command just so long as she got her daily cum fix. She was beyond horny all the time. It was only the fact that Alan was a loving and kind son that saved her from constant degradation and humiliation.

Seeing Katherine continuing to swirl Alan's cum around in her mouth was more than Susan could take. She'd had a climax of her own and now she was having post-coital second thoughts. She couldn't even wait to see her children out the door as she always did, not even to get her good-bye kisses. She hurried off to her room to mope about and worry. As far as she was concerned, the psychologist's appointment couldn't come too soon.

For once, Katherine was very happy. Alan had given her the loving attention that he had showered on Suzanne and Susan lately. Her only disappointment was that he'd woken a bit late and left for school early, so he'd only given up one morning load, instead of the usual two.

CHAPTER 3

Lately, Alan had gotten good at arriving at school as late as possible to maximize the fun time at home. But he arrived fifteen minutes early because he had some burning questions for Glory. He rushed to her classroom and closed the propped open door behind him. He was glad to see than no other students had arrived yet.

Glory was grading papers behind her desk. She looked up in pleasant surprise to see him.

However, Alan was rather more muted in his affections because he was still miffed at the "Michelle incident" from the day before. He gave her a perfunctory smile, but otherwise tried not to show emotion. He said, "Morning, Glory. I gotta be quick before the other students come in. But I just had to ask you: was there really a Michelle in the closet yesterday? I still can't figure that out."

"No. There wasn't. I told you that already."

"You told me lots of things yesterday, and most of them were tricks and lies. How do I know you're being honest about this?"

She looked up at Alan with concern. "Young man, just what is up with you today? Are you still upset with the spanking?"

"Yes. It was very upsetting. You must have gotten a sense when I spanked you at the end when you had the blindfold on. That blindfold was the killer."

"I have some sense now, yes. But maybe it wasn't the same, because you didn't know what was real, and I did. I'll say it again. I'm really sorry. And I swear on my grandfather's grave that there was no Michelle. Pretending and tricking during a role play is one thing, but I wouldn't lie to you now."

"If there was no Michelle, then whose voice was that, on the tape recording? There's no way that was your voice."

"Sorry, that's a secret. I can't tell you and you just have to trust me as to why."

"Glory! Argh! That's frustrating."

"I'm sorry about that too. It's nothing to worry about. Trust me on that. By the way, check this out." She walked to the closet in the corner of the room where Alan thought Michelle had been hidden. She opened the door, reached deep into a pile of junk, and pulled out some clothes. She held them up briefly and revealed them to be nun and priest outfits.

She grinned an infectious grin. "For lunch. Start your role play fantasizing." She closed the closet and returned to her desk.

"I don't think we should meet for lunch," he said rather petulantly.

"Oh, come on. Don't hold a grudge. How much more sorry can I be? I'm not going to do anything remotely like that to you again. Remember that I would do anything to make it up for you? Let me start today. Also, I only have a one day rental on these things, so this is your one chance to act out your nun fantasies."

Alan wavered and finally gave in. "Okay. You got me with the nun thing. But I can only be there twenty minutes at most. I have other people I'd like to spend time with. I'll see you later."

He was still very bitter and hoped that she would understand when he said, "I have other people I'd like to spend time with," he meant, "I'm going to be fucking other women during lunch instead of you." He wanted to upset her and make her worry.

He left her classroom right as her first students started to knock on the door.

Alan now had three places he needed to be for lunch. He'd promised to finish off Janice's paint job and he also wanted to share lunch with his friends for a rare change. Because of this new commitment with Glory, he went and found Janice and Heather before school started and rescheduled their plans for after school. That way, he could spilt his lunch between his male friends and Glory. That also allowed him to put some time between being with the cheerleaders and Glory so he'd have some sexual energy for both.

At lunch, his friends Sean and Peter were so surprised to see him sit down with them at their cafeteria table that they made all kinds of jokes about his appearance. "He eats, Sean," Peter kidded. "Looks like he eats food to live, just like the rest of us."

In fact, Alan didn't eat much lunch any more. Between his time with the cheerleaders and Glory, on most days Alan was lucky if he could snarf down a fruit and a granola bar. He usually had a big snack made by his mom when he got home to make up for it.

"So to what do we owe this great honor?" Sean asked Alan sarcastically, even as he was pleasantly surprised by Alan's appearance. They all got out their lunches and began to eat.

"Well, you know I've got this job as a teacher's aide to Ms. Rhymer. She's giving me a bit of a break today."

"That's what you keep saying," Peter answered suspiciously, "but I saw you rushing over to Building One a couple of times." That was the building where the theater room the cheerleaders used was.

"Yeah, that's true." He had a prepared cover story for that, too. "Truth be told, I've been hanging out with the cheerleaders over there. That's where they're eating lately. Obviously being with my sister, but mostly so I can hang with Amy."

"Oh man! You're eating lunch with Heather?" Sean asked. He had a strong crush on Heather, like many guys in the school. However, his crush bordered on being an obsession.

"Yeah, sometimes. Not all the time." In fact, he'd yet to actually eat any food with the cheerleaders, but he knew the story would mesh with cheerleader sightings there too.

"Shit," Sean was impressed. He'd yet to speak more than a few words to the cheerleader goddess, ever. If he'd actually known what she was like up close, he probably wouldn't have been obsessed with her. "Can you invite me there too?"

"Well, I'd like to, but it's a private thing. Just between you and me, some of them light up and smoke pot. So they keep the circle small." That also made a good story, as all the cheerleaders did toke up except for Katherine and Amy, and Alan's friends already knew this.

"Fuck." Sean cursed while he seriously considered starting smoking if that would help him get nearer to Heather.

Peter, who wasn't quite as infatuated with Heather, butted in. "So what's this about Amy, then? Don't you see plenty of her at home? You were telling me that she's over at your place all the time. I can just imagine her hanging out by your pool in a string bikini. I hope you take full advantage of some nice views of her wide ass, you lucky dog."

"Hey, don't do too much imagining there!" Stifling the urge to be possessive, he continued in a calmer voice, "Actually, I have been seeing a lot of her. You see, we've been getting pretty close lately, and we've actually started going out."

A shocked silence followed. Finally Sean spoke. "Going out? As in, you and her are dating? For real?"

"Yeah. For real." Alan was a bit surprised how shocked his friends were, especially since much of the school now considered him some kind of mysterious sex stud. But then it occurred to him that because they knew him much better, they had a harder time changing their conceptions of him. Further, they barely were aware of how other peoples' perceptions in the school had been changing.

There was something in Alan's demeanor that removed all possibilities of kidding. Yet still they could help but express disbelief. "Shit! No fucking way!" Sean exclaimed. His two friends babbled for a minute or two. As far as they knew, Alan was still a virgin and had never even kissed a girl. So they made a big deal about it.

Alan's momentary flash of indignation passed and he smiled at them in tolerant amusement. He felt like he'd matured several years in the last few weeks, and had a hard time relating to what he now saw as their immature ways. He knew they were virgins and had never kissed - only now did he realize just how nerdy his friends had been. Nonetheless, he still liked them very much, despite the growing gap between them.

He said, "I swear, it's true. We're going out." He looked around. Amy sat just a couple of tables away. He stared at her, caught her eye, and motioned her to come over.

Amy came bounding to the table. He smiled as he said to her, "Hey Aims. I've heard you have a new boyfriend. Is it true? Who's the lucky guy?"

She giggled. "You are, silly. You're the best!" She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She looked at his friends and proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!" Then she skipped off.

Alan watched Amy return to her seat. As she sat back down with her friends, she turned to him and flashed him the peace sign while giving him a friendly smile.

Alan thought, Wow. Amy is just so endearing and lovable. I'm such a lucky guy. I need to spend more time with her. She's so eager. Definitely tonight, something's gonna happen. There's nothing stopping us from going all the way.

Sean and Peter meanwhile stared at their friend in wide eyed shock.

Alan turned to them and beamed a shy but proud grin. "So you can understand now why I've been completely missing these past weeks. I hate to say it, but if I have a choice between playing computer games with you guys and fondling that ass, I'll take the ass. Wouldn't you? Sorry I've had to keep it secret."

They nodded in understanding. Alan realized this would do wonders to squelch rumors, once the word spread. He was glad that this could help kill the (correct) idea that he and Glory were up to something. He was even gladder that this would kill the rumors that he had turned down offers for dates because he was gay.

He longed to tell them more about his sex life, much more. He wanted to have some kind of male confidant. The only problem was that his friends were so sexually inexperienced that it would be like trying to talk to a goat herder in the Sahara about snow. The idea of setting his friends up with some girls so they could better relate crossed his mind.

He decided to test the waters a little bit in confiding in them. "What's with all the gawking? Close your mouths before the flies get in. I mean, it's not like she's my first date. I've had sex lots of times."

"WHAT?!" Peter nearly shouted. "Okay, you go too far. I know Amy's like your childhood friend and everything. You set that up with her to play a joke on us, right? Right?!"

Alan looked at them sadly. "It's no joke. You'll see soon enough. Try talking to some people outside of your little circle of friends. The fact that Amy and I are an item is public knowledge."

He thought to himself, The way Amy came skipping by here, it seems so normal. I could almost convince myself that I'm just a normal guy with a normal girl next door girlfriend. Then he thought about his mother's "A" branding beach fantasy. If people only knew the truth, they'd throw us all in prison for sure!

The problem is, such a huge gaping chasm has opened between me and my friends in such a short time. Like Mom telling me this morning, "We live to guzzle your thick cum juice down our throats." How could I ever confide to ANYBODY about that kind of thing?! I guess the whole idea of having a confidant is a non-starter. Damn.

After Alan left, Peter stewed. "Sean, did you hear that? Just 'cos he has a girlfriend, now he thinks he's all better than us. 'Try talking to some people outside of your little circle of friends.' Well, excuuuse me! That used to be your circle of friends too, Alan. Sheesh! No wonder we never see him at lunch. I guess we're not good enough for him any more."

Sean kept quiet, but he too was shocked and hurt.

CHAPTER 4

Alan left lunch after only about fifteen minutes. As much as he liked to talk to his friends, he much preferred to play with his teacher Glory.

When he arrived, after announcing himself through the door, he was surprised to see Glory let him in already dressed in a nun's habit. She wasted no time to get in the role. Alan wondered if this was to stifle further gripes about yesterday's spanking, but he didn't mind.

"Ah. Father Alan. Welcome to our humble convent. I trust the Lord has been guiding you and keeping you?"

"Um, hello, uh, Sister Gloria. Yes. All is well. And you?" He struggled to switch gears into priest mode. Calling her Gloria seemed like a natural thing to do, given her role.

She led him to the closet and pointed him to his priest garb. But when he dropped his shorts, Glory could see that his penis wasn't erect in the slightest. She determined to change that before they got started. She wore underwear in the hopes that they'd have fun when he took it off, but in a change of plan she slowly stripped then redressed so Alan could get in the mood.

She didn't put all of the clothes back on right away, but left her outer garment swathed around her loosely so her chest and crotch were strategically exposed. Then, as she posed shamelessly, she turned to Alan and said, "Here's a sneak preview of Sister Gloria when she gets a little naughty."

"Wow. You look like a sexy pin-up girl, except more nun-like."

That was a bit of a stupid thing to say, so they laughed about it.

Alan was aroused, but as Glory finished dressing, he grew a somewhat regretful about his suggestion to play nun and priest. The problem was all the clothing. Glory was now completely covered in a black habit, except for a white brim across the front of her nun's shawl covering her head and a white bib-like cowl around her neck and upper chest. The only skin visible was her face and hands. Alan was similarly decked out in a stifling and heavy, long black robe with a white collar.

"Now, where were we?" Glory asked. "Father, you were saying you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes I do want to talk, but let's not make it a habit," Alan joked. He made a rimshot sound as Glory groaned. "But seriously, let's get into our roles." Alan stood back, stretched his body and limberly shook his head in every direction, like an actor psyching himself up before walking onto a stage.

"Okay," he said in a voice much deeper than his usual one. "Sister Gloria. Good to see you. How are you doing?" He walked formally toward her and bowed in respect. She bowed back.

"I'm well, Father. The Lord provides."

"Excellent. I came here because you had something for me to do?"

"Yes, Father. I'd like to make confession, and even though we don't have a confessional here, I was hoping you'd be able to listen to me in an informal manner."

"Yes," Alan responded sagely. "The Church of God is everywhere. Please sit down." They sat in classroom seats in front of Glory's desk and faced each other. "Now, what seems to be on your mind?"

"Well, Father, I... It's rather difficult to say. ... I've been having very sinful thoughts."

"Oh really?" He learned forward intently. "Do tell. In great detail."

She smiled at the "great detail" but then put on a very serious face. "Father, I've been having these ... urges. Sexual urges. In my mind I know it's wrong, but my body won't listen!"

"That's all right," he said as he took her hand in his. "It's perfectly natural, child. Please continue. How did it start?"

As though startled by the gesture, she immediately withdrew her hand and actually managed to make it tremble. "Oh, Father, I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that. It's very embarrassing. I'm afraid it started because of you."

Alan also showed good acting skills. His face looked convincingly surprised. "Me? Why me?"

With a look of longing on her face, she stared back at him for a brief moment and then cast her eyes downward, as though embarrassed. "Well, Father Cleveland, bless his departed soul, he was so old and infirm. But then you came here recently and replaced him, and you're so young and handsome and .. virile. I want to listen to your sermons, listen to the Word of God, but too often I find myself staring at your nether regions! And despite your robe, it seems that most of the time I can detect a certain bulge there."

She quickly and obviously glanced at Alan's crotch, where a very real and insistent erection could be seen, and then, just as quickly, averted her eyes shyly away.

Alan thought to himself, This is fun. I like where this is going, but we're both dressed to survive an arctic blizzard. I have to spin this so I can get some clothes off first. He was good at thinking on his feet. "Sounds serious," he replied gravely. "Have you considered that you might be haunted by a demon?"

"A demon? Oh no!" She gasped as one of her hands quickly flew to her chest in mock astonishment. "That never occurred to me. Could it be? Am I possessed?!"

"I'm afraid it's a real possibility. However, you are lucky that I'm a bit of an expert in these things. Take off your clothes."

"What? Did I hear you right?" Glory blushed and looked very convincingly aghast. She crossed her legs as she supposed her character would unconsciously do, both frightened and excited by the prospect.

"Yes, you did," he said with a grave nod. "You see, the demon has entered you, and the first thing we have to do is find out where exactly it entered you. Only then can we find a cure. We can determine the demon's presence and strength by certain telltale signs. For instance, a certain hardening right here."

As he said the word "here," he reached out, moved her hand away from her chest, and palmed a tit through her clothes. Even through her robe and bra he could feel a hardened nipple.

She gasped again.

He tweaked her nipple repeatedly, as if testing to see just how hard it was.

She was taken aback at just how horny this game was making her; her heart beat a mile a minute. "Oh. I see. No man has ever seen me naked before, but if someone has to see me that way, I'm glad it's you. I'm sure I can trust you." She blushed again but this time like a girl in love. The look on her face was one of pure innocence, but a powerful lust hid just behind it.

She stood up and shyly undressed while she maintained complete and total eye contact with Alan. He was transfixed by her subtle and seemingly completely innocent striptease.

"Please keep your hair covered," Alan said as she nearly finished. "The demon never enters through the hair." He thought to himself, Gotta keep that on so I'm reminded you're supposed to be a nun.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Father." She sat back down and left the black shawl on. She also still wore the white cowl and a crucifix around her neck.

Alan thought that was a nice touch. His eyes traveled up and down her body as she sat back down. He looked at her in great admiration, and thought, Glory may not have the big tits I normally go ga ga over. Even Sis has bigger tits, but Glory is living proof that size isn't everything. She's so firm all over. And tan. Very fit, but not too muscular. Perfect, flawless skin, minus some sports injury scratches. She is so fuck worthy, and her sexual still is just too much!

One thing annoyed him. "Very good, Sister, but I did say you have to take your clothes off. You still have your bra and panties on."

"But Father! All of it? Is that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is, as much as it pains us both. Demons are very base creatures, so the erogenous zones are the very places they are most likely to enter. We have to check there for demon activity particularly, and in a most thorough manner." He nodded at her crotch.

She appeared to be alarmed, and then resigned. "Oh. Of course. Please forgive me for my shyness. This is just all so, so... unorthodox. Just a minute." She stood up and slowly unclasped her bra and the slid her panties down her hips. She took both items off excruciatingly slowly, knowing how much he frustratingly loved it. She took off her panties first, and then turned around and made a stiff-legged bend to put them on her desk.

She placed her legs quite far apart and held that position for some time, so he could inspect her pussy. A few rivulets of pussy juices were already starting to flow. "Father, I'm so ashamed! I can't help myself from... Well, you can see what's happening down below."

"You're lubricating," he explained. "Your baby-making hole is getting ready so the male genitalia can enter without too much friction."

"Father! That's not my intention at all!"

"Don't worry Sister, I'm not condemning you. This is just more of the demon's handiwork. Please continue to disrobe."

She turned around again so he could watch her undo her bra. When that was done, she turned and spread her legs even wider, as she ostentatiously took her time to place the bra on the same table.

Alan had been losing his erection due to their heavy clothing, but after the show the Glory put on, his erection was most definitely back with a vengeance. He especially liked the way she acted so ashamed.

She stood facing him again.

The white cowl she wore covered most of her chest, though happily not her nipples. He loved to watch them rise and fall with each breath. But even better was the sight of her nearly blonde pussy. He leaned forward, looked closely at her crotch, took a deep whiff of her womanly fragrance, and quipped, "Glory be."

Glory laughed. "Young man, stay in your role, please." She covered her pussy with splayed fingers that appeared to protect her privates, but in actual fact exposed more than they hid.

Still leaning forward, Alan closely eyed the fine sheen of arousal and examined the few beads of sweat in her nether regions that were rolling down between her thighs.

"Sorry," he finally said in his normal voice. "But you realize that before I resume the role I have to say 'Glory Hallelujah' first."

They laughed some more.

His frustration at the spanking episode was now completely forgotten as he warmed to his acting part.

He went on seriously in his priest voice, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please continue, Sister Gloria. Don't mind me - I'll just be checking to find the exact spot where the demon has entered you. Why don't you stand as you were. Grasp your ankles with your hands and spread your legs even wider. That way I can really see what the demon is doing."

She did so gladly. Her shawl and cowl had fallen off each time she'd bent obscenely far over, and now they fell off again and stayed off. The only religious symbol that remained was the heavy cross dangling around her neck.

Alan stood up and closed the short distance to Glory. He stood behind her. The position he requested so completely opened her pussy that he could stare a good ways into it. He dropped his nose close enough to nearly touch the folds of her pussy with his nose's tip.

He thought, This is really testing my patience. How long can I hold out from fucking this woman?!

His hands dropped to her shoulders, and he began running his hands over her skin there, figuring it would be in character of the priest to start in a relatively safe spot.

CHAPTER 5

Glory went on, "Anyway, my problem began with seeing that bulge all the time. Your bulge. But then my problem got worse when my roommate Sister Heather noticed my distraction."

"Sister Heather?" he asked quizzically as his hands down ran up and down her bare arms and back. He could hardly hold back from exploring more vital regions.

"Yes. Don't you know her? She's the new nun that looks just like a blonde California cheerleader. Her parents brought her to this convent to cure her of her addiction to fornication."

"Ah, yes. Sister Heather. Bless her soul."

Alan realized with a start that Glory referred to the real flesh-and-blood head cheerleader Heather Morgan, whom he would see and probably fool around with after school. He was a bit puzzled as to why Glory picked her, of all possible real or imaginary people. He wondered if she knew about his meeting plans.

But Glory was merely her usual curious self. She was desperately keen to find out whom Alan was with during his lunches but she didn't want to ask him directly. So she figured this way she could test his reactions. Heather was a very likely choice for his lunch disappearances, since the school rumor mill had noted with surprise that Heather had recently been on friendly, speaking terms with the nerdy Alan.

Glory turned around and saw from Alan's startled face that her Heather guess had struck home. But she played it cool. She continued, "I'm afraid you may need to hear Heather's confession even more than mine, because it seems she is far from cured of her fornicating ways. She was very curious about my stares in your direction, and since she's my sole roommate, she would question me about it relentlessly almost every night before we went to sleep. Soon she got me admitting my urges and talking about them freely. Then she... Father! What are you DOING?!"

Alan's hands had dropped down to Glory's underside and reached up grasp her dangling boobs. He groped them openly, with a focus again on tweaking her nipples. "Sister, relax. As I said, demons tend to focus on our forbidden parts. I need to check your chest region particularly thoroughly to make sure he didn't enter through here. It is especially common for them to enter through the nipple. Since demons are usually invisible, it requires a very close inspection to determine how he entered you."

"I see. But Father, that's making it so hard for me to continue talking!" She still positioned herself as lewdly as humanly possible, with her ass high above her head and her hands tightly clasped around her ankles.

"Please persevere and be strong. Trust in the Lord. You were saying?" He pulled at both nipples at once and stretched her tits away from her body.

With a sudden shudder of pleasure, she stammered, "Oh! Oh! Uh, um, yes. Oh dear! Uh... Heather. That's right. Sister Heather. Each night we would talk, and, you see, she's well... God blessed her with a very beautiful and curvy body. And while there are strict rules about what clothes nuns should wear, there are no rules about what clothes to wear UNDER those clothes, if you catch my meaning. When we're alone, Heather walks around in the most ... uh... disturbing under garments. At least, they disturb me. For instance, sometimes she wears fancy black lingerie from her neck to her ankles."

"Well, that sounds like it covers her thoroughly," Alan said while running one of his hands all over Glory's taut stomach.

"But you can see right through it! Why can't she wear a bra and panties?"

"Maybe she gets cold?" Alan suggested.

"Ha! Forgive my impertinence, Father, but if that's the case, then why does she have to wear four inch high heels at the same time? Is she afraid the monastery will get flooded? And speaking of getting cold, she only wears that lingerie around me. When she's in public, nobody knows this, but she wears absolutely nothing underneath her nun habit. Well, that's not true. She does wear some kind of plug for her birth hole. She says it's to hold back her fornicating urges, but it seems to me that thing is always quivering and buzzing in a most distracting way. I would think that would only make her fornicating urges even worse, but she says she knows best. From experience, she says. You should see how quickly she runs through the batteries for it."

Alan was suddenly hit by the image of Heather dressed in nothing but black body-length lingerie, black stocking, high heels, and a nun's habit, wandering the halls of an ancient monastery. He found it highly arousing to picture someone as evil as Heather dressed as a sexy nun. He figured that if she ever really was forced to become a nun for some strange reason, she'd soon have the entire nunnery under her thumb. The kind-hearted nuns would never know what hit them.

He joked, "Hmm. Now I understand why she's been looking so blissful during my sermons lately." He switched from roughly mauling her tits to gently squeezing them.

Glory could barely contain her mirth. "I'm sure that was just religious rapture caused by your holy words. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes. Eeek!" She squealed because he quickly twisted both nipples, just to keep her on her toes. "What was that again? ... Um, she started comforting me each evening. At first it was just... Oh Lord! Father! What are you doing?"

Alan's hands had explored their way down Glory's stomach some more, but he decided that he could reach her ass and pussy more easily from her back side given her lewd position. So he walked around her and then began caressing her clit and pussy lips. He wiped away a smile and said as seriously as he could, "Oh, don't mind me. This is the usual point of entry for demons, in this general region. So I'll just be focusing here for a few minutes."

"But Father! These urges, these feelings I'm confessing about. I have to confess that I'm feeling them very strongly even as we speak!" She trembled so much from arousal that she feared she would fall over altogether, given her precarious bent over position.

"That's perfectly fine, Sister. In fact, a surge of feeling will help me find the location of the demon." Without warning, he spread her pussy lips wide and inserted two fingers deep inside. Then he began to turn them. He muttered, "Let's see if he's in here somewhere."

She panted, "But Father, it's so shameful! So embarrassing. I can't believe I've been possessed by an evil spirit. Thankfully, there are good, God-fearing men like you." She added with deliberate irony, "I'd hate for some unscrupulous person to take advantage of my condition."

He found her G-spot, and gently tapped it. That was too much for her to handle, given the way she stood. Alan let her drop to her knees to get more comfortable. Despite her readjustment he never took his fingers out of her burning hole.

He soothed, "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time to us who have made religion our life, because Satan wants our souls the most. Why, as a matter of fact, I happen to be haunted by a demon as well."

Her body shuddered, but not from embarrassment. She gasped, "Really? Are you possessed?"

"No. Well, sort of. I'm not completely possessed, but one part of me is. Here. Let me show you." Alan took his fingers out of her hole and licked them clean. Then he took his robe off, something he was very happy to finally do because it was heavy and restricting.

Meanwhile Glory turned around to face him, and readjusted herself too. She stood up and sat on the edge of the desk. Again she planted her legs as wide as she could while still being able to touch the floor with her feet. "Father Alan! You're getting naked! I don't know if I can stand it! My urges! Oh no! Dear God!" She pointed at Alan's crotch, where his penis stood out invitingly.

"I see you noticed the problem right away," he said casually. "That's where the demon is. My problem is that my member has been possessed by a minor demon. That's why you've seen the bulge there so frequently, because the penis is under the control of evil forces. The demon is filled with a great lust. When I see your sexy body, even covered in your habit, he gets very active."

"Oh my God!" Glory looked down at her own body as if for the first time. There was a long rivulet of pussy juice rolling down her thigh. She looked at it as if she didn't know what it was, and dropped a finger into it. Then brought some to her mouth and lolled the cum around as if tasting it for the first time.

Alan reached out with both hands and boldly began to explore her spread out and glistening pussy lips from the front side. He said nonchalantly, "Now, Sister, don't use the Lord's name in vain. And it's rude to point. It's much better if you can help me out."

She tried to calm herself down a bit, and that wasn't just acting for her role. "But what should I do? I don't know anything about exorcising demons."

"It's easy. The demon is lodged in my penis. You have to coax him out. The way you do that is by pulling on it and stroking it to tempt him to come outside." He grabbed his penis and squeezed it, causing a small about of pre-cum to drip onto the floor. "See? That's the demon spitting. Don't you want to rid me of this cursed beast?"

"I don't know..." Her face maintained a very worried look a nun might wear, but she somewhat betrayed the effect by repeatedly licking her lips. She knew what would be coming soon, and she could barely hold back.

"Sister, when you joined the Order of Eternal Chastity, did you not make a vow to devote your body and soul to the helping of others? This is where the use of your body to help comes in. If you won't, it'll just get angry and spit some more." He squeezed his penis again, causing more drops of pre-cum to fall, landing this time on her long, tanned legs. "Just reach out and touch it. Here. Like this."

He grabbed Glory's hands and pulled them into his crotch. But that wasn't enough for her. She fell to the floor, knowing she'd need to be in that position to suck him off soon. She picked up her shawl and cowl and put them back on.

Then, with his hands again on hers, he pretended to show her how to jack someone off.

Of course, she was already a complete expert when it came to pleasing penises, but she pretended to be clueless.

She leaned forward until her nose nearly touched the tip of his penis. She wanted to "inadvertently" breathe on it, and she did. "Father Alan, I can't believe I'm touching your member! I've dreamed about this in so many sinful fantasies. Sister Heather and I have talked about it all the time."

Glory tried to pretend shock in being so close to a penis, but she had a hard time keeping a smile off of her face. She knew what was going to come next and knew it was going to be good - having Alan's penis in one's mouth always was.

This is just too much fun! Alan should be an improv artist. I can hardly believe he's only eighteen. Especially in the last week or two, he's been acting more mature and self-assured. But he's still so fun and so kind! I don't care about our age difference - I'm not that much older. I want him to drop those young floozies he's going with and pick ME as his girlfriend!

She returned her focus to the role play. There was more "work" to be done before she could feast on Alan's prick. She closed her eyes and tried to show reluctance as she slowly slipped her hand forward and back over his penis. "But Father. Isn't this a sin? Even for a good cause?"

"Just remember you're doing the work of the Lord here. So don't feel sinful. Just keep stroking like that. Yeah. ... Ahhh. So good. Do you feel good?"

"You have no idea, young man. I mean, Father. If you touch a match to my skin it'll burst into flame. Let's get going already!"

CHAPTER 6

Alan felt great with her hands around his penis, but he wanted to reciprocate. He remembered his recent vow to give as much as he received. He said, "Sister Gloria, thanks for trying to release my demon, but we also have your demon problem to contend with. I believe I was trying to find where the demon entered you. We'll have to examine your ass in a minute, but I think it's most likely he entered right here." He shoved a finger back up Glory's pussy right as he said "here."

"Father!" Glory moaned. She appeared shy, worried, and uncontrollably aroused. The last part she didn't have to fake. "Not up there, so deep like that! Nobody's been up there, except Sister Heather!"

"Well then, while I'm doing this, tell me more about what you and Sister Heather have been up to. But before you start that, I'm afraid my demon is playing a little bit of hide and seek. Can you help?"

"Oh Father! It's the least I can do. What would you like?"

"Sometimes my demon likes to go on a little vacation over to my back side. He's tricky that way. So you should keep doing what you're doing on my member with one hand, and use your other to see if he's escaped up my asshole."

"If you say so, Father. You know best." She reached behind him and enthusiastically began to saw a finger into his butt.

"Yes. The Lord works in mysterious ways. If sometimes that means putting a finger up an ass, who are we to question the wisdom of His purposes? In fact, I think we'll find that in my ministry, starting from today, your body will be able to serve the Lord in a whole myriad of different ways."

"Blessed be His name."

"Yes. And blessed be your hands. In just a couple of minutes you've become so good at demon coaxing. The demon is bound to come out very soon if you keep it up like that, so you might want to slow down just a little bit."

Glory slowed down, not thinking that went against her supposed desire to get the demon out. She wasn't thinking too clearly now that three of Alan's fingers pumped furiously up her pussy.

Alan eventually got the conversation going again. "So? You and Sister Heather?"

"Oh yes. Father, each night she comes to my bed and we talk about you. We talk all about your member! She's always saying strange things, like how she wants to 'shove it up her box', whatever that means. And something about how she wants you to fill her 'pie hole with your man meat', even though we're vegetarians at the nunnery. I don't quite understand her. But while we talk, she puts her fingers where you have them right now. And she makes me do the same thing to her. But she didn't mention anything about a demon. ... Oh!"

Glory cried out because Alan found her G-spot in earnest this time. Once he was sure of the treasure he'd found, he started to work it vigorously.

"She probably didn't want to make you feel bad for having a demon. She's very considerate."

Glory's nun persona suddenly dropped and her voice turned deadly serious. "Alan, just a sec. I want you to remember that what I'm saying is for your fantasy purposes only. In no way am interested in anything lesbian whatsoever, is that clear? If you put me in a sexual situation with the real Heather or anyone else for that matter, I am going to go ballistic. Do you fully understand that, young man?"

"Yes." Inwardly, he was crestfallen to hear this, but he resolved to respect her wishes. He figured either someone had lesbian tendencies or they didn't, and there was no way to force it.

"Okay then. I'm just showing you how I always go the extra mile to make you happy. Anything is possible in a fantasy, and I'm happy to do anything in a role play for you. But not in real life with other people. I'd like to see Heather just try to keep up with me, because in real life, I'm sure she doesn't hold a candle to me, if I can say so myself. I also want to make damn clear that you need to keep doing exactly what you're doing to my G-spot."

Glory bent forward and started to lick the tip of Alan's penis even as both of her hands continued to stroke it.

Alan brought them back into the role play. "Sister Gloria! What are you doing with your tongue there?"

"Sorry, Father. Sister Heather and I have talked a lot about doing this to you. I was thinking it wouldn't hurt in getting the demon out."

"Good point," he conceded with a feigned sigh of resignation. "I think the demon will definitely, uh, appreciate that. I mean, that'll inspire him to come out. It's just that you kind of surprised me there. Please carry on. What else have you and Heather done?"

"To be honest, I don't think she's over her fornicating ways. Not at all. She's always talking about the things she wants to do to you. Or the things I could do to you. Or what we could do to you together. Like, she keeps talking about 'cocksucking.' Whatever that is. 'Tag team cocksucking.' She likes that idea especially. And all the while, she's kissing me and touching me all over. It makes it so hard to find time to say my nightly prayers. Or my morning ones, for that matter. She's all over me whenever we're alone." She resumed licking.

"Sister, speaking of praying, please stay there on your knees as if in prayer, but scoot in closer to my possessed penis. Then you can continue with your tongue. I need to check if our dastardly demon has entered you through the rear. Like I mentioned, that's always a problem area."

As soon as Glory did as he'd asked, Alan thrust a finger up her ass.

Glory shrieked, "Oh Lord! Sister Heather does that to me too! She must be trying to rid me of my demon, after all. But what's this cocksucking she keeps talking about? I've been trying not to let on with her just how naïve I am with sexual matters. I've never even kissed a man!"

"Here. Instead of just licking my member, try swallowing the whole thing. Then tease it with your tongue inside your mouth. And then I'll explain to you what cocksucking is."

"Mmmph." Glory had a hard time replying coherently because she enthusiastically swallowed him even before he finished speaking. She was really worked up and sucked him off with every trick she knew. Because she was so good at deep throating, she could keep him in as deep as she wanted, just as if she had no gag reflex at all.

Alan just sat back and enjoyed it. She was so good that he couldn't even concentrate on anal probing, so he clenched her ass cheeks and held on for dear life as she overwhelmed his penis with incredible sensations.

"Sister, let's not be too hasty there - AH! You don't want the demon to come out too quickly or he'll uh, he'll, he'll splatter all over the back of your throat!"

Alan grabbed her head and forcefully pulled it away. It was touch and go, but he managed to hold back from cumming by flexing his PC muscle.

Glory also expertly grabbed his penis at the base and squeezed to stave off his climax.

The two of them fell back and took a breather. Alan's penis slowly deflated.

As Glory lay there, chest still heaving with exhaustion, she playfully asked, "So, Father, what's this cocksucking thing I keep hearing about?"

Alan laughed at the irony. "It's hard to explain. I think it's better if I teach you. Why don't I come to your and Sister Heather's room tonight, and I'll teach both of you first hand? That way, I can teach you what 'tag teaming' means as well. I don't think we can solve your demon problem right now. It's going to be a long and perilous road and take quite a while to solve. But with God on our side, we will defeat Satan eventually. Sister Heather obviously has her own sex demon, so I'm going to have to spend a lot of time on her problem too. Sometimes the only way to defeat such a creature is to sexually exhaust it, kind of like fighting fire with fire."

"Good idea. I'm sure Heather will love it. But what about fucking?" Glory asked bluntly. "As long as you're in our room every night, couldn't you fuck us a little, too? I don't know what that word means, but Sister Heather talks about it all the time. She makes it sound like so much fun. She said that it feels 'heavenly' so I'm sure the church must approve."

Alan physically crawled over Glory until his body completely covered hers. Back in his normal voice, he said, "Now, that's what I call a cocktease. If you're not willing to fuck me, you can't say things like that, okay? You're gonna make me hard again already."

She laughed joyfully. "And the problem with that is?"

"The problem is, I'm going to tickle you to death. Jesus! Can you give me more than one minute to recover, already?"

He started tickling her, and since he lay on top of her, she was fairly helpless. Soon he had her crying with joy amidst her laughter. But their energy quickly petered out and the two of them just lay there quietly for a while.

As Alan lay with his head resting on Glory's lap, he got to thinking about Glory and Heather together. God, I WISH Glory and Heather would tag team me. That would be awesome. But Glory seems pretty sincere about her distaste for anything lesbian. She's pointed that out a couple of times. She is most definitely an incredibly talented lover, but when it comes down to it, she's still an old fashioned kind of gal. I mean, she hardly even curses. Playing around with me, while knowing that I'm doing other women at the same time, that's a huge stretch for her. She's been low key about it so far and keeps hoping she can sexually wow me into dropping the others, but I can tell it's bothering her. No way would she be into a threesome of any kind.

But if that's true, then why did she introduce Heather into the fantasy? She could have gone in other directions that would have been equally arousing. And why Heather? She does teach Heather in another class and knows her reasonably well. Maybe, deep, deep down, she has a thing for Heather? Hell. Who wouldn't? Despite Heather's blow dried, fake-o, mean-spirited nature, she's like the living embodiment of the blonde Baywatch babe. I've been totally happy with Glory just alone, but she's put this tantalizing threesome idea in my head. ... In fact, now that I think about it, both Glory and Heather are blonde. I could get the double blonde attack thing going. Dang.

And is Glory really that old fashioned? She's so sexually adept. And she has this weird thing about spanking. Maybe she's totally wild, but just hides it well behind all her fancy clothes?

Thinking about Heather got him to think about the cheerleaders in general. He said, "Glory, I'm really sorry about running off during lunch sometimes. But things kind of happened. You remember when I got caught with a girl by Mr. Jackson?"

"Remember? How could I forget? It was only two weeks ago."

"Two weeks? Are you kidding me? God, it feels like two years ago to me. So much has happened since. ... But I kind of got in a lunch situation with a girl since that time, and now that she has some lunch expectations with me and I don't know how to say no. So I've been trying my best to juggle." Alan figured that was close enough to the truth to not be a lie.

"Oh, you must be suffering," Glory teased. "It must be just horrible." She assumed he was now talking about Heather. She asked with more concern, "So is that who you spent the first half of this lunch with?"

"Glory, to be honest, I spent it hanging out and eating with some male friends. I said that to hurt you for yesterday. I'm sorry."

"So it's just little old me for you at school today? Oh goody." Her voice was half sarcastic and half genuinely happy.

"Uhhh... Well, that's not entirely true. Glory, I consider you more than just a lover, you're a best friend. So I have to be honest when it might seem mean. I want you to know that, speaking of Heather, I'll be meeting her after school, in, uh, a sexual kind of context."

"Ugh!" Glory groaned. "God dammit! That bitch! You're having sex with that evil skank?!"

"Uh, yeah." Alan blushed. He knew that Heather wouldn't be the only cheerleader there, but he figured it would be best to break the truth to Glory a little bit at a time..

"You're too much, Alan, really. Whatever am I going to do with you, young man? I pretty much figured it out from the role play, that's why I brought her up, to see your reaction. But to be told for certain - it's soul crushing. The only reason I'm not more pissed is because I KNOW I'm going to get you to see the light that so much as touching her is the height of folly. Don't be fooled by her all-American, blonde hair, blue-eyed looks. She's poison."

"Hey. I really would prefer to be with you. Really. With the exception of a couple of silly crushes, you're my first real love. You always come first. In fact, I moved the meeting to after school instead of now because I wanted to be with you."

"Whoop-de-do." Glory was peeved at him for being with Heather, but she was also still very aroused. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd be a lot more angry about it later, after she'd had another climax or two. They'd have to talk serious about it before long, but now was not the time.

Alan was of a similar mind to change the topic. "Never mind about that. Let's have some fun."

Alan wanted Glory totally naked, so he removed the last of her costume. They still tenuously kept the fantasy going, but they were more into doing and less into talking now. Within minutes, Alan found himself dry humping Glory between her thighs. That had been so much fun the one time before she'd allowed him to do it that he just had to do it again.

But as he slipped his penis between her slicked up thighs, he thought, Why I am just dry humping her? Why can't I be fucking her? Everyone keeps saying I need to be more aggressive. Glory wants me to fuck her bad; yesterday she all but promised that we'd be doing it soon when she promised to do "anything" to make up for the shock she gave me. So why are we waiting around? Accidents happen. Why don't I just slip it in? She gave me the shock of my life yesterday; it's only fair play if I give her a big surprise.

I could ask her about it and get her permission. That would be the old Alan. We'd talk and talk and the passion would fall away. Yesterday she agreed to fuck in so many words, so it's not like I would be violating her. She just said she wanted to wait a bit until we could do it right with a really special occasion. Well, we'll do that too. This is a pretty special role play in its own way. Right now I can't control myself. All this fucking teasing! This dry humping is great, but it's also absolute torture to be so close and yet so far. Screw being polite and considerate! It's time for the new Alan to assert himself!

Alan plowed in and out of her thighs like a rocking see saw. He reached down, grabbed his penis, and repositioned it at the entrance of her pussy. Glory just thought he was having another strategic pause so he could keep going. But within seconds, he thrust forward again. Her pussy was so wet that his penis slid in effortlessly all the way to the hilt.

"Alan!" Glory cried frantically. "Young man! That's the wrong spot! That's my pussy!"

"I know." He made a long pull almost all the way out, and she thought he would vacate it. But then he slowly pushed all the way back in. He thought, anxiously, Too late to stop now!

CHAPTER 7

"ALAN! ALAN PLUMMER! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Glory yelled at her young lover because she'd been taken by complete surprise.

Alan had battled between being the polite, respectful kid that he felt was essential to his nature, the demands from females he was with, and his own libido's urge to be more sexually aggressive. Given a chance to dry hump Glory, his libido won out and he impulsively thrust into her pussy. He surprised even himself and didn't know how she'd react or what to say. He decided to play for time while he gathered his thoughts. "Shush, Glory. Someone is going to hear you!"

Glory considered his words as she felt his penis slowly plunge into her steaming pussy for the third time. Though the room was nearly sound proof, she screamed awfully loud. So she reprimanded him in a quieter, but still fiercely determined, voice. "Young man, stop what you're doing this instant!"

"Why?" he asked, letting his thoughts flow out honestly. "Yesterday you said you'd do 'anything' to make that spanking up to me. 'Anything.' We both knew what that meant." He'd pulled nearly all the way out, and then slowly pushed back in.

Though Glory verbally resisted him, she most certainly hadn't tried to push him away yet.

She whined, "I know, Alan, but not like this. I wanted wine. Candles! Romance!" She groaned in utter pleasure, which undercut her complaint, as Alan once again slowly thrust into her body with his engorged penis.

"Don't worry, we'll do that soon. In the meanwhile, who's this Alan guy?" He raised an expectant eyebrow at her and then winked with a playful smirk on his face.

"Huh?" Her entire being was so focused on the sensation of getting fucked that she couldn't carry on a conversation much more or think very well. As he slowly thrust deep, all the way to her cervix, her legs felt like they had turned to Jell-O.

She didn't mind getting fucked, in fact, she knew that she'd love it. Her objection was more of a reflex to the surprise and his failure to ask first than anything. But with that thrust, her body gave in completely and made her even less able to talk.

Not only did she give in to the physical pleasure, but she also felt her love for the teenager leap to a new level. Ironically, it was the very aggressiveness that she complained about which brought about her new admiration. Forgetting the need to be quiet, she shouted out, "Alan, you're such a MAN!" She instinctively locked her heels behind his ass as he pistoned into her more forcefully.

Alan was surprised at himself. It was as if a new side of him had come to the fore for the first time, a side he'd always repressed (there had been hints, such as his verbally aggressive sex with Heather, but that felt like another role play and this felt real). This more aggressive Alan was in complete control of the situation, and not at all worried if Glory complained about being fucked. He knew she was going to love it, no matter what, because he was going to make her feel better than she had ever felt before.

Rape was completely unthinkable in such a situation because she profoundly wanted and needed to be fucked by him, and had begged for it for weeks; he realized that now. He'd been too busy listening to her mouth say no, and hadn't heeded her eyes and body, which screamed yes.

But now all was well with the world, because things were as they should be - he was fucking his first true love, the woman he'd lusted after for two years.

She fucked back like a woman possessed. She thrust her hips back at him so forcefully on the backstroke that it almost knocked his penis out of her pussy.

But he adjusted and drilled even deeper than before.

He was so confident and in control that he surprised even himself with the ability to keep talking right through all this feverish fucking. "Who's Alan?" he asked, rephrasing his earlier question. He looked in Glory's eyes and saw that she was now too far gone to reply. He was momentarily struck by the look in her eyes, a love struck look of pure joy that nonetheless still registered great surprise at his unexpected daring.

Lacking an answer from her, he continued between ragged breaths timed to his thrusts and her counter thrusts, "I ask... who Alan is... because I'm a priest... and you're a nun. Remember?"

A light of recognition went off in Glory's eyes, though she was too busy grunting and thrusting and just reveling in the intensity of the fuck to even say a word. Although all their costumed clothing had come off, she recalled that they'd been playing a role play just before Alan decided to drive his thickness all the way into her.

Neither she nor he were coherent enough to remember that he was still known as Alan in their role play - Father Alan and Sister Gloria. But it didn't matter. The point was to revive the role play in their minds, and it worked.

Now Alan felt like a wayward priest, actually fucking a nun. That taboo was added to him having illicit sex with his history teacher right in her classroom in the middle of the school day, and also added to the joy of the aggressive surge that ran through his body. Suddenly, his usual emotional restraints had been completely cast aside. He was high on life. It was as good as or better than some of his best sexual moments, like when Suzanne first came into his room and sucked him off, or his first fuck with Katherine, or that first crazy Tuesday his mother repeatedly checked his penis for "abnormalities."

He rose above words and thoughts. He and Glory were one, like the gears of a train rolling down the track, with him rhythmically thrusting in and her rhythmically thrusting back.

She kicked her legs back so her feet were on either side of her head, opening herself up even wider to his drilling.

Glory, too, was in heaven. She was fully in the nun role now, even as she remained deliciously aware of her role as a teacher fucking her favorite student. They were beyond dialogue, but she managed to cry, "FATHER!" as she came hard.

That reminder of his priest role drove Alan to fuck her even faster and more powerfully.

At the same time, she had to stop counterthrusting altogether, as it seemed her entire body turned to mush with the climax.

It was all she could do not to faint, especially with the way that Alan continued to pound right through her weakness and vulnerability. She had the feeling that there was a human jackhammer on top of her that relentlessly plunged into her no matter what she did. She could try to recover and adjust, and if she was talented enough, help give pleasure back with her own movements, but there was no way to stop his incessant thrusts. He was simply an unstoppable fucking machine, taking what he wanted. She was the cunt lucky enough to be on the receiving end. That somehow turned her on even more, which was remarkable as she'd already never felt so good in her life.

There was no question now that she would do anything to be fucked by this man. It wouldn't matter if she was married or really was a nun - she was his now. Completely.

That idea of complete belonging excited her so much that she came again. That, in turn, made her feel as limp as jelly from head to toe, and heightened her vulnerability and the awe of his aggressive skill in contrast to her defenselessness. That turned her on all over again. It was a vicious cycle of pleasure that felt so good that she actually wondered if it was possible for her to die of joy before they stopped. But the idea of dying was an almost irrelevant, idle thought, because she didn't want to stop getting fucked, even if it meant certain death. That's how good she felt.

She climaxed again and let out an almost primeval, guttural moan.

But luckily Alan kept his head, because they were in a dangerous situation. When he started to fuck her, he'd checked the clock to see if there was enough time, and there was, but just enough. There were only ten minutes left before the start of fifth period. Now it was down to five. Within minutes, other students would likely start to knock on the door, leaving Alan trapped inside. He knew he had to get out soon. But on the other hand, the fucking felt far too good to stop. There's no way he could stop before climaxing, even if the principal and the rest of the entire school were to stand around them and watch.

He instinctively knew that there was just one thing to do: forget his PC muscle training and cum as quickly as he could. That wasn't hard to do since he felt so incredibly good. Further, since they were both so excited, he'd already rapidly built up from a slow, almost lazy pace, to a rapid one. Now he started to go even faster. He felt as if he was part of a high speed machine, pistoning so fast into the hot cylinder of her pussy that his penis was a blur.

Glory could tell that he was trying to get off as soon as he could. Practical considerations were the last thing on her mind, so she cried "NO!" in frustration. Actually, she tried to cry "NO!" but all that came out was a rising "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na..." She was so enraptured by her sensations that she couldn't even complete a short word like "no."

But Alan couldn't stop now. In fact, it was such an intense fuck that it was unlikely that he could have prolonged it much longer even if he tried. He was bursting with emotion, and his penis had to burst too.

He shouted, "Aaaaahhhh!" and forgot his own admonition to keep quiet. Glory seemed to have a smaller, tighter pussy than most. It felt like a vice-grip around his shaft.

As he climaxed, he pushed in even further and it seemed like his penis hit her cervix as hard as if it hit a wall. But it was good. He was transported. It felt like death and then rebirth as wave after wave of cum flooded her depths.

Glory twisted and shuddered beneath him like a rag doll. Her legs were her most active parts; they swung wide and away from him, and then kicked about fiercely in the air as she grunted incoherently.

Slug after slug of Alan's white cum lewdly bubbled around her tightly-gripping pussy lips while Alan's penis pulsed and throbbed continuously. Alan had a feeling, even as his mind went into overload, that his sperm had not just coated her love canal, but it had been deposited directly into her womb where, if she hadn't been on birth control, it would have most certainly gotten her pregnant.

His energy level collapsed, and he lay on top of her like a sack of potatoes. His whole body continued to twitch as if it couldn't stop the thrusting rhythm.

She continued to quietly moan, coming down from her last of many orgasms.

They embraced tightly for a minute or two, unable to do anything more despite the niggling concern in his brain, at least, that time was running out. His penis deflated some, but it remained inside her in a half-erect state.

Glory was the first to speak. His face lay on hers, but she made eye contact, and raised a hand to brush his cheek. "My love," was all she said, in a small, awe-filled voice.

She said it so lovingly, so wholeheartedly, that Alan was taken aback. He instantly knew that their relationship had changed in some profound way. It wasn't just that they'd shared an incredible fuck, though that was a big part of it. She looked at him through completely new eyes, though he didn't yet know just what that meant.

They remained there and stared deeply into each other's eyes from only a couple of inches away for what must have been another minute, until they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Alan looked up at the clock - it was three minutes until class started. He'd been running on a primal, pure emotional level, but now he had his first coherent thought. Oh shit. I'm fucked! How do I get out of here now?

He looked down at Glory.

She seemed completely oblivious. The knocking didn't register in her brain at all.

He shook her and whispered, "Glory. Get up! Get dressed! Your next class is in three minutes!" He rolled off of her and stood. As he did this, his penis came free and his cum pooled out of her pussy onto the sheet they lay upon.

That made some kind of impression on her, though a painfully slow one.

Alan rushed about, gathering up the pieces of their nun and priest uniforms and looked around madly for their street clothes.

Glory sat up and even more of his cum poured out of her.

He tossed her underwear at her even as he frantically pulled his shorts up. "Get dressed!" he urgently hissed.

She started to move her arms and legs into the underwear, though still too slowly for his tastes.

He looked at her with concern. I've heard of people having that freshly-fucked glow, but this is ridiculous! Glory is glowing so brightly that you could turn all the lights off and use her as a night light. She looks like she's been fucked senseless. She's flushed clear down to her chest. There must be a crowd of students gathering at the door, wondering why it's locked and she's not opening it. If I leave now, it's gonna look bad. Really bad. I probably look all flushed and fucked too. It would take an idiot not to put two and two together. Dang!

He'd finished dressing by this time, though Glory still had a long ways to go. The seconds ticked by. Even if she did get all her clothes on, her hair looked like a mess. Suddenly a desperate but clever thought came to Alan. Hey! I remember thinking that Michelle was hiding in Glory's closet. It would be big enough for me. I should just get in there, and screw fifth period. Somehow I'll sneak out in the break between fifth and sixth. But what do I do about Glory? She's still in la-la land.

"Glory, I'm going to hide in the closet," he whispered. "The whole fifth period. For the love of God, please don't let anyone find out."

She nodded. She started to come around and began to move a little more quickly. As she picked up the sheet she'd been fucked on, she deliberately put her hand right in the middle of the puddle of cum. She lifted up her now cum-drenched hand and studied it like a little child fascinated by a new toy. But after only a few seconds like this, she licked some of the cum from her hand and resumed getting ready.

"Now, as for you..." He pondered what to do with her, even as there the pounding at the door grew louder and more insistent. There was only a minute until the bell would ring. Most of the class would be waiting outside by now. "Do you have a cell phone?" he asked. He sprayed the air with a can of air freshener, as he or she usually did before the end of their lunch sessions.

"Yes," she whispered, puzzled.

"Good. Answer the door with the phone at your ear, like you're still on an important call. Keep talking into it. That'll explain why you haven't opened the door yet. Do you have a sister? Announce to the class that you've just heard your sister is pregnant. That'll explain why you look so blissed out."

"I don't have a sister."

"Best friend then. I'm popping in the closet. Good luck." With the nun and priest outfits in his hand, plus the cum-stained sheet they'd been lying on, he stepped into the closet.

Showing her first real sense of urgency, she hurried to the closet to close it. But then she lingered, staring at him briefly. She whispered, "Yes, my love" as she tenderly stroked his cheek with her hand. Then she kissed him quickly on the nose and closed the door.

As the door closed, he quickly whispered, "Your hair!" He saw one of her hands go up to her tousled hair in concern as the door shut.

Alan was engulfed in total darkness. He heard the bell ring and the sound of students pouring into the classroom. FUCK that was close! He still panted from the excitement of the sex and the close call. I think we just pulled it off, if I can keep completely quiet here for an entire hour, and if Glory can get her act together enough to give them an in-class assignment or something. Dang, that was risky. I have no idea what all this "my love" stuff portends - probably more trouble even though I love her too. But it was soooo worth it!

A few seconds later, he realized that his cheek was coated with his own cum from her hand that swiped his face. He thought, I hope to God she doesn't have to touch anyone before class starts!

CHAPTER 8

Back at the Plummer house a few hours earlier in the morning, Susan and Suzanne followed their usual daily rituals. As Alan had left for school a short time before, that meant Susan was busy masturbating. Admittedly it was a very new tradition for her, but in recent weeks it had become an extremely consistent and important one.

She had whipped herself up to a masturbatory frenzy when Suzanne came over a few minutes later. Susan could hear rustling downstairs as Suzanne let herself in, just like she always did. Shit! Susan cursed. Why now? I was just in the middle of some really good stuff. Tiger and me back on the beach. Except it was an empty tropical island and he said he needed me to make his babies. I was going to have his babies! ... Suzanne needs to give me more masturbation space. I wonder if I just stay up here, would she mind?

But Susan was a good host and came downstairs, though still randy and unsatisfied. Though Suzanne didn't realize it, Susan was practically ready to fuck a duck - she'd gotten all worked up with Alan before school, but Katherine had reaped all the rewards (and all the cum).

Suzanne was dressed up in "outside clothes," meaning she was wearing a bra and panties. Susan could immediately tell because Suzanne's clothes were so tight and daring that the panty and bra lines showed quite clearly.

Susan stared ravenously at Suzanne, especially since Suzanne's outfit still showed a considerable amount of cleavage, but she tried to play it cool. She thought to herself, What's wrong with me? Am I looking at Suzanne in THAT WAY? Again? This psychiatric appointment can't come soon enough. I keep saying that 'cos it's so true. I just have to hold out until tomorrow. Keep it cool, Susan. Just keep it cool.

She went to make some coffee for the two of them and hoped that doing so would give her time to calm down a bit.

Susan made small talk. "Why are you dressed like that? How are we gonna do our morning exercises and nude sunbathing with you all bundled up in your undies?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to skip all that today," Suzanne answered ruefully. "I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I have some actual business to attend to in L.A."

"Business?" Susan laughed. "Actual business? I've almost totally forgotten about the need to make money, but I guess the world does go on. You and I are so lucky that we can rely on our husbands' salaries and just have fun all day long. And how do we both repay them? By playing around with Alan. I would feel horrible, absolutely horrible, about the cheating, except that my husband has been such a god-awful lousy husband."

"Me too," Suzanne chimed in. "If this happened even ten years ago, I would feel bad. But now I don't think about it much, except that it makes playing with Alan that much more arousing, knowing that he's completely stolen me from my husband."

Susan giggled like a teenager. "Well, there is that. When I do think about it, it makes me so hot. I'm just glad that I don't love my husband anymore because I know if I did I'd be doing all of these things with Alan anyway. He's such an irresistible, lovable hunk! Every day I realize more and more how good Alan is for me. I'm completely alive and in love! But I guess there is the occasional nonsexual thing we have to do to survive. What takes you to L.A.? And why would you go outside like that?"

What Susan meant was that Suzanne's dress was unusually daring, even for her, for something to wear outside. For Susan, it would still be completely inconceivable since she remained like her old shy self when it came to the outside world. Suzanne wore a low-cut, navy blue, skin-tight tank top. Her matching blue skirt was more like two short flaps of cloth with high cuts going up her hips.

Suzanne bent forward to emphasize her cleavage; her huge breasts threatened to burst her tight top completely open. She answered flippantly, "Oh, I've got some dead dull business stuff to do. Taxes and that kind of thing. I bore myself to tears just thinking about it. I figure I can help sway those boring bureaucrats if they've too busy looking at my chest to think."

The answer was designed to cut off any further questions, and the ploy was successful. The real reason she dressed so daringly (by outside world standards) was that she wanted to impress Xania. The two of them used to feud over who was sexier.

Suzanne thought to herself, How ironic. She thinks I'm taking a day off to do something nonsexual, when in fact this trip, too, is sexual! At least the end goal is, anyway. I gotta make sure everything is all set with Xania for this fake psychiatric appointment tomorrow. What a royal bother.

Susan fiddled with the coffee machine to avoid further gawking at Suzanne's ostentatious cleavage display. Her effort not to lust after other women was slipping by the hour. "When will you be back?"

"Oh, I don't know. Dinner time. By the way, speaking of husbands, what do you think will happen when Ron comes back? Isn't he going to come back for Christmas?"

"Knock on wood, he may not. I hope and pray. But whenever he comes back, I have a feeling there are going to be big changes. I KNOW there will be. I may have to move out and get a job. I can't keep living a lie. If he insists on trying to touch me, I might even have to confess that I have a young lover. But who knows? I don't want to think about that right now. I have so many other worries on my mind. For instance..."

Susan was thinking more out loud than anything, but just in time she realized her next thought was about Suzanne. She came to an abrupt stop. She was glad that she was facing away from Suzanne to make the coffee, because her face got very red.

"What is it? You can tell me. Something about Alan I assume?"

"No, not about Alan for once. Something else." Susan was so embarrassed that she wanted to run and hide under a rock, but she only was digging herself in deeper with her shy look.

Suzanne raised her eyebrow with intense curiosity. "What?"

"I can't say." Susan said, blushing more and making Suzanne even more curious.

"Ah, come on. I'm your best friend. You can't keep secrets from me. I'll tickle it out of you if you do," she added in a sing-song voice.

That just got Susan even redder, as she imagined Suzanne tickling her, then holding her, then doing very sexual things to her. To make matters worse, the coffee was done so she had to turn around a give a cup to Suzanne. She did so, but kept her head down and blatantly avoided eye contact.

A curious Suzanne suggested, "Talk about it in the abstract. Pretend you're talking about someone else. That makes it easier."

Still blushing and looking away, Susan started, "Okay." She steeled herself with a deep sigh. "I have this friend. Jill. Jill has a problem. She has a daughter and a best friend, and a best friend's daughter. And a most wonderful son. And the thing is, lately they've all started kissing each other. On the lips. And it's great. The problem is, Jill is really, really liking it. Just this morning, she told me, she seriously made out with her own daughter! While they were both naked! I'm worried. Is Jill a lesbian? Is it wrong to feel these things? Is it a sin? Is she taking advantage of her friends and family for her own perverse sexual urges? What would they think? What would her best friend think?"

Susan shyly looked up at Suzanne's face to see how Suzanne was taking it, and then quickly looked away.

Suzanne smiled softly and that made Susan feel a little bit better.

Suzanne thought, Awww. How cute. This is one reason why I love Susan so much. She manages to remain so good and innocent, even while discussing how she has become completely sex-obsessed. She decided to play along. "Tell your friend Jill that I know her best friend. Her name is, uh, Janet. Janet fooled around with other women in college and Jill knows that, doesn't she?"

"I guess I do. I mean, uh, I guess she does. She was told that a very long time ago. I think Jill hasn't really been thinking clearly lately and that totally slipped her mind."

"Well, Janet did fool around. A lot. So that already tells you that Janet doesn't find lesbian relations a problem at all. You know that Janet goes to church, and she doesn't think that love between women is a sin or immoral at all. Most women are naturally bisexual. There's nothing wrong with that. The problem is when people hide their urges and bottle them up, and repress them. That's what's wrong." Suzanne twirled her fingers in her dark red hair innocently, aware that doing so would tempt Susan all the more.

"Really? You mean that?" Susan finally looked her friend in the eyes with hope and relief. "So you're not mad at, uh, Jill?"

Suzanne smiled even wider, happy with how the conversation was going and also still amused at the continuing Janet and Jill pretense. "No. Janet's not mad at Jill. You already told me, I mean, Jill already told