CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 15)

The mood at Friday morning's breakfast was extremely tense. When Susan woke up she'd vowed to herself that she would let Katherine do all the pleasuring of Alan before school. She'd made the same pledge the day before, but had only mixed success in following through on it.

Both Susan and Alan were aware that Katherine felt she wasn't getting enough from Alan, and the constantly horny daughter was getting increasingly disgruntled about it. Susan wore a heavy and conservative top and a dress all the way down to her ankles. She hoped that would be enough to direct Alan's attention to her daughter and if it wasn't she planned to explicitly point him that way.

Alan, however, had different ideas, especially because when he arrived Katherine wasn't there yet. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, he said hello to his mother, gave her a peek on the cheek, and then pulled up the back of her dress.

"Ti-Ti-Tiger! What are you doing?!"

"What's it look like? I'm 'getting your attention.'" He started fondling her ass cheeks. He was relieved to see that she wore no panties despite her long dress.

"But Tiger! You don't need to this morning. You already got my attention with your kiss. Besides, today is the day for the psychology appointment. I don't feel comfortable doing these kinds of things."

But Alan couldn't be deterred. He unzipped his fly and let his erection bounce free. "That's probably because you're not wet yet. Here, let me help with that." He focused his attention on toying with her meaty pussy lips.

Susan really wanted to say something forceful to get him to stop, but she found herself just moaning in ecstasy as her son's fingers made her wetter and wetter.

However, in less than a minute, Alan found himself annoyed by the dress that kept falling down over is hands and obscuring his view of his mother's fine ass. So he said, "Mom, I think you're wearing too many clothes. Loose the dress."

"But Son! Today's the psychologist!"

Alan, though, was feeling a "bad Alan" urge well up inside of him, perhaps because of worries relating to the psychologist. He simply yanked the dress all the way down to the floor.

"Son! Please!" She twisted and squirmed, but made no real effort to get away.

"Sorry, Mom. Rules are rules. What are you supposed to wear when cooking breakfast?"

Susan said in an orgasmically strained voice, "Good mommies wear aprons."

"And?" He was expecting her to say something like, "And that's all."

But she answered, "And high heeled shoes."

"And?"

"Oh, and a smile." She smiled as she thought of that. She arched her back and thrust her ass out even further to give him improved access to her pussy lips.

That pleased Alan too. "Very good." Up till now, Alan's exposed hard-on was just bouncing in the air. But now he held it with one hand and began rubbing it right over Susan's asshole and up and down on the sensitive skin between there and her pussy lips.

Susan whimpered in complaint. However, she did have enough resistance to say, "Tiger, really! Please! Please don't stick that in anything? This appointment is important for me. I can't spend all morning dreaming about and worshipping your well-hung dick like I usually do. I need a clear head. Promise me that when Angel comes downstairs, you'll play with her."

Alan planned on doing just that since Susan seemed unusually determined, but he wanted to tease her a bit first. He relented and just rubbing his penis head across her ass cheeks. "Okay, Mom. So you want us to play something like Monopoly? I don't think there will be nearly enough time for that before school."

"No, not Monopoly. You know." She was already having a difficult time talking because she was panting so much.

He relentlessly worked his fingers in and out of her hot box. "No, I don't know. Cards? Maybe we should play cards. That'll go quicker."

"No, not cards! Tiger, I want you to... to... play with her body. Your sister's body! God, I'm such a horrible mother, but it's true. I want you to play with her sexy body!"

"What parts?"

"Do I have to say?" Realizing that she was only delaying the inevitable, she said, "Her tits, Son. Your sister has very nice tits. I want you to squeeze them and lick them. And her ass! God, you sure know how to play with asses!" She giggled, feeling his erection drag across her left buttock even as she said that. "And kiss her on the lips! Give her the most unbrotherly and sinful kiss you can!"

"Okay, but why? Is it because of the appointment or because it makes you hot to watch?" He pressed down repeatedly on her clit as he asked this.

"Both! Dear God, it's so wrong, but I love it! Do all kinds of nasty and naughty things with her. Do anything and everything with her, except for that one thing. Show her who's the man of the house!"

By this point, Susan was hotter than a burning stove. She was right on the verge of a massive climax.

Alan wanted to keep her as horny as humanly possible. So he withdrew his probing hand and said, "Okay. However, if you're not gonna play with Alan Junior, I expect to at least see more visual stimulation from you. Do you realize you're not even wearing high heels?"

Susan gasped. "I'm so sorry!"

"Bad mommy!" He spanked her hard across both ass cheeks.

That turned out to be a mistake, because that and the "bad mommy" comment aroused her so much that she went over the edge and fell to her knees, convulsing as an orgasmic wave nearly drove her out of her mind with pleasure.

Alan realized he'd need to keep her hot or she'd likely have post-orgasmic regrets. Her mood swings had been very volatile leading up to the psychologist appointment. So as soon as her multiple orgasm subsided, he said, "You've been a very bad girl. Not only are you not wearing high heels, but you've got a shirt on under that apron, too. How am I supposed to enjoy your tits when they're all bundled up like that? Take it all off, right now!"

Susan stood up and immediately began removing what little she still had on. He's right. I am such a very bad and naughty mommy. I just hope he'll spank me some more to better show me my place around here. As she finished disrobing, she muttered to herself, "A good Mommy is a naked Mommy."

Alan had been holding his erection already, and he started to stroke himself while he watched her get naked. When she was all done, he said, "Good. Maybe there's hope for you yet. Now, present your ass for inspection."

Susan bent over the counter and thrust her ass up and out.

Alan immediately began "inspecting" her asshole with his index finger. Before long, her had her panting and moaning again.

While he was doing that, she thought, How do I get myself in these situations? I promised myself this morning that I'd be tough and keep my clothes on. Well, at least most of them. But look: he's got my naked hooters mashed up into the counter again, as he completely has his way with my buck naked body - again! God, it's a miracle he hasn't fucked my pussy raw already. I suppose it's only 'cos his so considerate for my needs. What a good son!

Alan stopped his anal probing when he had her hot to trot again (which wasn't that hard to do). He said, "Okay, you can put your apron back on now. I don't want to get too excited too soon."

But Susan said, "Hold on, Son. I just don't feel right without my high heels, now that you've pointed it out. Why don't you eat something while I get my shoes? I'll also check on Angel to see what's taking her."

CHAPTER 2

So Alan was left alone, but not for long. As he was eating a bowl of cereal, he watched while Susan and Katherine came into the dining room together.

Susan looked great wearing nothing but heels and an apron (a different one this time - her other one was still crumpled up on the kitchen floor). She'd even tied her hair into a ponytail for extra unusual "visual stimulation."

But for this moment at least, Katherine was in another league altogether. She stood buck naked, licking her lips, looking like the personification of sexual desire.

Alan looked at her and thought, Whoa! Hot damn! God, Sis is so smokin' this morning! I really should kick myself for overlooking her sometimes, thanks to Mom and Suzanne always being around. But she's got the ideal Baywatch babe body!

Katherine sauntered towards Alan, swaying her hips widely from side to side. She had a hungry look like a lioness closing in for the kill. She said, "Hey, Bro. Big Rolling Pin Brother, Mom tells me that I'm yours to play with this morning. Is it true? Do I get to be your breakfast plaything?"

Her voice grew increasingly husky and sensual. "Your breakfast fuck toy plaything? Do you want to play with your Number One Fuck Toy?"

She closed the distance as she finished saying this. She bent down and licked Alan on one of his ears.

He found it surprisingly pleasurable and in fact his body tingled all over as she did it.

Then she grabbed his hands by the wrist and brought it up to her chest.

Alan thought, Damn, these breasts feel great! I'm the luckiest guy alive. ... That's it! I need to fuck these puppies and right away!

He said, "Mom, since we may not be able to do this after today, I want to do one thing while I still can. I'd really like to fuck Sis's tits. The nurse even said that titfucks are especially good for my treatment, as it's very easy on the penis."

This was a blatant lie, since he'd already fucked his sister's tits and knew in his heart that he'd be fucking them many times more.

While he was waiting for his mother's response, he ran a hand up and down Katherine's ass and thighs and said, "Sis, you're a wet dream come to life."

Susan wasn't as completely malleable as she'd been a few minutes earlier, since she'd cooled off a bit when she was upstairs. She knew this was something that had never been done in front of her before. But she still fell for it and pointed out, "Well, I suppose I can't really stop that. Tiger, I did say you could play with her body in any way you liked." She opened up a kitchen cabinet as she talked. "Here Angel. Here's some olive oil to lather up so you can give him a slippery ride."

She walked over and handed off the olive oil. Then she stood back and mumbled, "How come Mommy isn't a walking wet dream?"

Alan just barely managed to hear that. "Mom, you know you're a wet dream too. Both of you are. I love you both so much. Mom, you know I'd fuck your tits any day of the week."

That apparently was the right thing to say. Susan shyly turned around, but not before Alan saw the big smile on her face.

Alan not only titfucked his sister, but he boldly did it right in the middle of the dining room floor.

Susan stood just a few feet away and watched most of the time, though she occasionally had to go take care of things in the kitchen.

Katherine, strangely enough, was thinking about Christine as her brother's dick slid in and out of her cleavage. Out of the blue, she said, "So Brother. Is it true? Are you still planning on dating Christine again next week?" She said the word "dating" very sarcastically, as if she was putting quotes around it.

Alan groaned. "Yeah. Geez. Do we have to talk now, of all times?"

But she acted as if she hadn't heard that. "What's the matter? Aren't the rest of us enough for you?"

Alan groaned again. The titfucking felt great and the last thing he wanted to do was talk about Christine. Still, he managed to reply, "Everyone here is great. More than enough for anyone. But we're only having a non-romantic date, like the other times. How many times do I have to explain that to you?"

"There's no such thing as a non-romantic date," Katherine complained. "Admit it. You want her. You want her carnally. Biblically. You wish it was her giant tits you were sliding between instead of my tiny ones."

Susan, watching while her hands were wandering down to her crotch, said, "Angel, don't keep putting yourself down like that. Your tits are very Alan-worthy, and sizeable too. If they weren't, don't you think he'd be sliding his thick thing between mine instead?"

Alan grunted in arousal and agreement. "Thanks, Mom. My thoughts exactly."

Susan added, "Angel, you're the one who's gonna be getting a hot cum bath all over your face or chest soon, so you shouldn't complain. So what if Alan lusts after Christine? She's so sexy and stacked, who wouldn't be? And she's so uppity and self-righteous from what I hear, she really should be taken down a notch. Tiger, I think you need to warm up that Ice Queen with a nice titfuck and a hot spermy facial."

"Hey! I'm uppity," Katherine complained. "Brother can always take me down a notch."

"That's nice, dear. But it's not only that. For instance, she had the gall to turn Alan down. I still see that as a terrible wrong that needs to be righted. Tiger needs to drown her in fresh doses of sperm until she admits the error of her ways."

"MooooOOOOoooom!" Alan griped. "I am NOT interested in her already! She had her chance and I've moved on. We're just friends. Friends!"

But Susan was getting increasingly aroused and not listening closely to his objections. One of her hands had slipped under her apron and was busy rubbing up and down her pussy lips. She was a bit embarrassed about it and hoped the others were too busy with their titfucking to notice, but she was too aroused to not do it.

She said, "Friends are good, but now's a turbulent time, what with this upcoming psychologist visit and whatnot. You can't necessarily count on your sister and mother to always be there topless and panting between your knees. If you make Christine one of your girlfriends, that could help ensure that you don't suffer from those horrible blue balls."

Katherine objected to that strongly. "MOM! What are you talking about?! Alan is getting plenty of attention, thank you very much! There's no room for Christine in our lives, none! And what about Amy? If she heard your idea, she'd get downright upset, I'll bet."

Susan backed off a bit. "Hey, I just said one of his girlfriends. One of. Amy makes a fine official girlfriend, I'm sure. But Tiger has great needs. What if Alan is sitting in class and gets a hankering to play with some E-cups? What's he going to do? Suzanne and I can't always be there."

Katherine again objected. "Hey! You were just saying that my tits are perfectly fine."

"They are, Angel. But Alan's such a terribly cum-filled boy. He needs a lot of variety. And everything's so up in the air at the moment. I'd just feel a lot better if he's nailing Christine real good on a regular basis. Then some of the pressure will be off the rest of us, assuming the psychologist doesn't approve of our incestuous relations."

She directed her words at Alan while her eyes remained riveted at the action on Katherine's chest. "Tiger, I hope you give Christine a good stuffing soon. Drill her hard and long. Don't take no for an answer. Don't be intimidated. Start the date off right. When you pick her up, compliment her outfit, escort her to your car, and then open the door for her. That'll show her that you're a gentleman. Then unzip your slacks, whip out your great big Alan Junior, pull her head to your lap, and tell her to suck on it. That'll show her you're a gentleman, but one with needs. Plus, that'll help set the tone. She needs to understand that from now on, when she's around you she's gonna be spending most of her time naked on her knees with your cock down her throat, just like the rest of us."

Alan was so carried away with the ongoing titfuck that he didn't have much resistance to Susan's wild ideas. He mumbled, "It's not like that..." But in his head he was visualizing her fantasy and running with it. In his mind, it was Christine he was titfucking now, not Katherine. He especially loved Susan's vision of Christine being naked on her knees.

Susan added, "Oh. That reminds me. Knowing you, on your date, you're gonna need to take her top off before too long. She needs to understand that, as one of your sex slaves, she's not allowed to wear a bra or panties. Never. I don't care what her G.P.A. is, those tits she's got are made for just one thing, and that's to get you inspired so you'll want to slide your big log between them, and fill her with sperm there and everywhere else. Gosh, this is so exciting! Now I can hardly wait until you make your new conquest! When is your date going to be?"

Between thinking about Alan taming Christine and watching Alan titfucking his sister, Susan lost all control. She hiked her dress up to her waist and openly frigged herself. By this point, not only did she not care if her children were watching her masturbate, she was rather hoping they would be.

Katherine now was the one to groan. "MooooOOOOOooom! Help me out here! Alan's already ignoring me as it is - if he starts in on Christine, I'm never gonna see the inside of his shorts. It's not fair!"

Alan had a long list of reasons why Susan's imaginings were completely unrealistic. For starters, even if Christine did want him, she would want him as a romantic boyfriend, not as a member of a harem. He was absolutely sure of that. However, he was getting so worked up by the titfuck that he was in no condition to have a discussion and his objections and reality checks faded away.

Katherine also was too aroused to object, though for different reasons. She ruefully thought, Note to self: when talking about Christine, make sure not to do it around Mom. Sheesh! She's encouraging Alan to do the exact opposite of everything I want. This is a disaster!

Susan was so keyed up that she had a hard time continuing the conversation. But as she frigged herself, she managed to say, "It's not a matter of fair, Angel. We have to learn to share. Remember the saying: 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.' You should work on seducing Christine to ease her way into the harem. Then we can all play together."

Alan wouldn't admit it out loud, but he loved Susan's talk of Christine being a sex slave in a harem. In fact, the casual way she spoke as if Christine was already in his harem was so exciting that he lost mental focus and forgot to use his PC muscle control. By the time he realized what was happening, he'd passed the point of no return and even squeezing the base of his penis couldn't stave off his impending orgasm.

All he could do was shout, "I'm cumming!"

When Susan saw Alan scoot up and shoot his seed all over his sister's face, she felt almost as good as if he was doing it to her. All three of them came at the same time.

CHAPTER 3

But when they were done, Katherine didn't make matters any easier for her mother. She purposely let Alan's cum drip slowly down her face and chest, and only periodically scooped up a gob or two to eat.

She thought, Take that, Mom! Serves you right for sabotaging the conversation I'd planned to have about Christine. Look at all that yummy cum and you can't have any of it. Nyah! Nyah! She giggled despite her frustration.

As she calmed down, she thought, This is bad. If Susan keeps pushing Christine on Brother like this, I think he's gonna cave. And I see the way Christine's looking at him at school lately. She's obviously got the hots for him, probably after hearing all the stories of his sexual prowess. If I'm gonna stop her from taking my place in Alan's heart, I'm gonna need to resort to drastic measures. But what? Hmm...

Susan served breakfast. She was still flustered and in an obviously horny mood.

Within minutes, Katherine started a stealth stroke on her brother and soon began to get him hard. That gave her an excuse to delay eating up the rest of her pearl necklace and cum-splattered face, since Susan wouldn't want her to leave Alan's erection untended.

The sight of fresh cum drove Susan insane with lust. It was all she could do not to throw herself at Katherine and lick the cum off of her tanned skin herself. She couldn't stop running her hands all over her nearly naked body.

Alan looked at Susan and saw a woman who was worried and not feeling good about herself, no doubt mostly due to the upcoming appointment with the psychologist. He also remembered her earlier comment where she pouted that he'd only called Katherine a wet dream and not her as well.

So, to lift her spirits and increase his own pleasure, he said, "Mom, I know you said you don't want to touch Alan Junior, but I could really use some special visual stimulation right now. He's growing thanks to Sis, but he's not all the way there yet. I can't think of a more sexy or busty mommy I'd like to ask for help." He never used the word "mommy," deriding it as what a three year old would say, but he made a special exception this time.

Susan was surprised to hear "mommy." Her ears pricked up and her heart started pounded. She turned to him, overjoyed. "Tiger! Of course Mommy can help! What should I do?"

He suggested, "Why don't you lie down on the floor right in front of me, writhe around and say sexy stuff?"

Susan immediately dropped the to floor, wearing just her apron. She spoke her honest thoughts, knowing that would also help arouse. "This is so humiliating! Angel, you have to help me. Whatever it is Tiger asks me to do, I can't say no. He has a naughty habit of sticking his big dick inside of my holes whenever he likes. He can have any part of me except for that one hole though, 'cos he's a considerate and loving son. But he's got me addicted. Completely addicted!"

She stretched and writhed in sexual heat as she continued, "But the problem is his dick. His cock, if you will."

Katherine interrupted to joke, "Oh, I will! I definitely will!"

Susan smiled and went on, "It's just that his cock is so long and round. As a mother I find it so embarrassing trying to stuff all that hot and throbbing meat in my mouth. My lips can barely stretch around it! But when he's gone that's all I can think about, when is he going to put it back in? I find myself practicing various tongue and jaw exercises, practicing to get better. I'm too obsessed. All I want to do is masturbate all day long, fantasizing about how my son is going to use my body next. That's why I need a psychologist. I need help!"

Alan had gotten used to sexual multitasking in recent days. Remarkably, as he watched Susan's sexy writhing and luxuriated in his sister's handjob, he somehow also managed to continue to eat breakfast. Susan had great big bow on the back of her apron. She was so close to him that halfway through her performance he bent down and undid the bow, allowing the apron to come loose.

Susan continued on in this vein. She was so sexually overheated that she didn't care at all about rubbing her naked body all over the cold tile floor. Meanwhile, she continued to talk. On one hand, she was presenting her real need for psychological guidance. But on the other hand it was all too sexy, especially when combined with her needy writhing on the floor. Her children were too busy enjoying their great sexual arousal to really listen to her complaint of being too aroused too often.

As Alan was nearly finished eating, he decided that he wanted to reward Susan for her great performance. He suggested, "Mom, seeing how things might change at this appointment, maybe to be on the safe side I should fuck your tits now, too. Who knows what this Xania woman will say." (Alan was extremely confident he would get many more chances, given that Suzanne told him not to worry about the psychologist too much, but it made a good excuse to get her to give in).

Susan was so worked up that she didn't need any excuses to give in. A titfuck sounded fantastic to her and she was about to say so. But she looked at the clock and pointed out, "Never mind about that. You two have been playing with each other so long that you're going to be late. And you haven't taken your showers yet!"

Alan was surprised by the time. He realized there was no time left to finish up the orgasmic build-up and take shower. So he suggested, "Mom, we could save time if Katherine and I hopped in the shower together. It's not like we haven't seen each other naked!"

Katherine giggled at Alan's obvious statement, especially since his cum was still rolling down her face and bare chest.

Susan again relented, "Okay, but hurry up and be sure to spend some time soaping down and not just playing all the time. And Angel, be quick about squeezing another load from your brother's cum-filled balls. We don't want him to suffer blue balls through his classes. You're practically late already, so hurry!"

The two kids hurried off to take a shower together. That led to more sexual fun, though very rushed fun since Susan kept yelling that they were running late.

Susan even came in the bathroom, supposedly "to check on them," though her desire to see her children naked was the main reason.

However, they were mostly left alone. Katherine naturally tried to get Alan to fuck her then and there, since she usually left all the restraint up to him.

He resisted her repeated efforts to guide his penis into her slit, but he made up for it by whispering, "Sis, we can't now, but I'm thinking: when our grounding comes to an end at the end of Saturday, maybe it's time to stop the ban on you and me fucking in the house too. I'm sorry that I haven't been spending enough time with you. I'll make it up to you next week. But if we do that, we have to be really careful not to get caught."

Katherine was extremely happy to hear that and no longer felt neglected. She got so excited that Alan had to redouble his efforts to fend her off and get at least some soap on their bodies. He playfully used the shower to deliver strong water pressure on her most sensitive erotic zones.

She kept trying to lick his erection but he fended her off by shooting water from the shower hose right in her face. They battled like this for a few minutes; she kept her eyes shut and managed to get in more than a few good licks.

Unfortunately, they had to stop before Alan could cum. There just wasn't time to do it right (since he could hold out so long now, it seemed a waste to give it up after only five minutes of stimulation).

Furthermore, Alan knew that his penis really needed a break from cumming so often. He was left with a bad case of blue balls, but decided it was for the best to just deal with it. However, he gave a lot of attention to Katherine so at least she was able to finish off with a nice climax.

Alan rushed off to school in one car, while Susan and Katherine drove to Los Angeles in another car.

CHAPTER 4

The two Plummer females arrived at the psychologist's office in time for their eleven o'clock appointment.

The plan was that the psychologist would see Susan for an hour, then Katherine for an hour, and then they'd break for lunch. Meanwhile, Alan would attend the first four classes of the day and then drive up to make it around the time the others were finished eating a late lunch. Alan would have a session alone with Xania, and then there would be possible follow-up sessions later in the day based on earlier conversations.

The matter of payment had supposedly been handled by Suzanne, as a "special gift" to the entire family.

Susan made a mental note to show her appreciation as soon as she saw Suzanne again.

Of course the psychologist, Xania Goodleigh, wasn't a real psychologist at all, but just a friend of Suzanne's put up to impersonate one. Even the last name was fake, and just for the day (Xania wanted a sexually punny name, since her real last name, Tsakicheretakis, was a mouthful. Goodleigh was tame compared to some of the others Suzanne vetoed). It took hours of coaching by Suzanne before Xania had the basics down necessary to fake being a psychologist.

The office that Suzanne had set up on the spur of the moment looked extremely convincing. Xania greeted them in the waiting room, alone. She said she'd given the receptionist the rest of the day off and claimed that one wasn't needed since all the other appointments for the day had been rescheduled for this special, urgent session.

Susan was shocked to see that Xania was a drop-dead gorgeous woman. She'd imagined someone old like the famous media psychologist and elderly woman Dr. Ruth Westheimer. But then she realized that it wasn't so surprising that Xania was young, busty, and attractive, since she was a close college mate of Suzanne's, and beautiful women tend to stick together. Furthermore, beautiful, extremely buxom women tended to stick together, as Susan and Suzanne's own friendship showed.

In fact, Xania was nearly as stacked as the two mothers. She had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and wore stylish black-rimmed glasses. She also had an Amazon body type, being slightly taller than even the already quite tall Susan and Suzanne. She didn't actually need to wear glasses, but she wore them for the occasion on Suzanne's advice so as to make her look more academic. Luckily, she had the perfect face for the role – she could look stern and authoritative. (In fact, her ability to look that way helped her land one of her biggest B movie roles, that of the headmistress at a very naughty all girls' school.)

Susan was the first to go in to see Xania, while Katherine waited in the lobby for her turn. She said, "Dr. Goodleigh. Nice to meet you," as they shook hands.

Xania smiled back primly, and held the mother's hand a little longer than was really necessary. "The same. But please call me Xania. May I call you Susan?" Then she let go of Susan's hand and closed the door behind them.

"Of course." Susan nervously walked further into the room and lay down on the psychologist's couch. She'd never been to see a psychologist before, but the place looked just as she'd expected it to, from what she'd seen in movies. Funnily enough, Suzanne pretty much used her memories of roughly the same movies as inspiration to decorate it.

"Please. Feel free to talk without censoring yourself," said Xania. "This is meant to be a totally open discussion, and anything said here stays here, so just say whatever comes to your mind."

Suzanne had strongly recommended to Xania that the best way to pass herself off as a psychologist was to simply let the patient do all the talking. When asked a question, respond with, "What do YOU think the answer is?" and other similar tricks to avoid exposing the fact that you don't know anything yourself.

"Thanks, doctor. I feel really weird being here." Susan shifted nervously on the couch. "Suzanne filled you in on Alan's medical need for stimulation?"

Xania nodded understandingly and answered, "She did, though I hope to hear more about it as the day goes on. And please call me Xania."

"Well, Xania, the problem is, that was kind of the foot in the door for me doing things to him that a mother would never do, and we just kind of kept on going down the slippery slope."

After a pause, Xania said, "Yes? Please go on."

Suddenly, Susan's emotional floodgate flew open. "And, well, the thing is... The things we're doing must be wrong, but I still want to do them. And more! Doctor, I want to have sex with him. There! I said it. I want it so badly. I want to fuck my son!" She closed her eyes in embarrassment and heaved a deep sigh of exasperation and helplessness. "What the hell is wrong with me? How do I stop this from happening?"

Susan found that just to say this out loud made her very horny, as she began to imagine having sex with her son in vivid detail.

Xania replied calmly and soothingly, "We will be discussing this situation a lot today, but let's not assume from the outset that what you're doing is naturally wrong and should be changed. I imagine you're aware of Freud's theories about the Oedipal complex and so forth?"

"Yes?"

"That is one heuristic and it has some value, but Freud has largely been discredited these days. I'm certainly not from his school of thought. What's important is not what society thinks, but how you and your other loved ones think about this. Consider an interracial marriage. In some parts of the US, nearly everyone in the society would think that was very wrong, but now we know differently, don't we?"

She continued, "The main historical reason for so many taboos about incest is to prevent defective offspring, but in these modern days, with contraceptives, that's less of an issue, and Suzanne tells me you're infertile in any case, so that's not an issue here at all. Furthermore, Alan and Katherine are both adopted, so, to be brutally honest, you're not actually their mother, just in the social role of their mother. Had this happened when they were younger, that also would have been an issue. But their upbringing is just about over now. So incest in your case is as much or as little as you make of it."

Even though Suzanne had said Xania was open-minded on such things, Susan was nonetheless shocked. "So doctor, you're telling me there's nothing wrong with any of this?!" She took a deep breath and said, "I can scarcely believe a woman of your stature could take such a position."

Xania smiled reproachfully and said, "Now, I didn't say that. What I said was, what matters is how YOU feel about it. You make your own world. If you're being tortured by guilt, and you can't overcome that guilt, then it would be wise to let go of it. Could YOU and your loved ones deal with the risks of social disapproval and illegality? If it will ruin your children's lives, then it will be wise to stop. If it will ruin a good marriage, then stop. And so on. And, of course, what they think about it is equally important. These are the kinds of things we'll need to find out today."

Susan and Xania continued to talk for the next hour. Xania subtly encouraged the notion that incest was okay, as long as all the participants were okay with it.

Susan had bottled up a lot of guilt, sure that she was an irresponsible mother, a slave to her sex drive, and so on. She explained how she felt her mind was split in two.

Suzanne knew about and had anticipated all of these thoughts, so Xania was prepared with notes from Suzanne on what to say about each concern.

CHAPTER 5

Susan next brought up her lesbianism issue. "Xania, but incest isn't the half of it! I have to admit, I'm having all kinds of strange feelings lately about women. About Suzanne especially. You know what she looks like, how perfectly formed her body is. I've started kissing her on the lips and... Okay, I'll be totally honest. I'm even hot for my own daughter! How's that for fucked up?! Incestuous and lesbian feelings rolled up in one. It's a sin! A double sin!"

Her eyes began to tear up with confusion and fear of what Xania might say to that, certain that Xania would, then and there, officially declare Susan to be totally insane.

Xania remained unperturbed. She had been forewarned about this, too. She calmly gave an explanation about how lesbianism wasn't immoral. She pointed out that Susan was clearly bisexual, not lesbian, and that bisexuality amongst women was surprisingly common.

She even had been coached about what to say on kissing. "As for kissing women on the lips, what's wrong with that? That's like saying shaking hands is wrong. I've been kissing women on the lips just to say hello or good-bye for years. That's just how we do it here in L.A."

Susan was totally surprised by this revelation. "Really? So Suzanne wasn't shitting me after all? I mean, she wasn't, uh, joshing me?" (Susan found herself using curse words for the first time in her life, but she still wasn't fully comfortable doing so, especially around strangers.) "I have to admit that I was wondering if she was being sincere on that. Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Xania laughed (Suzanne, in fact, had coached Xania to say this about kissing). "Where were you raised? In a Catholic church mission?"

Again, Susan blushed, but this time she wasn't exactly sure of why. "A farm in the Midwest, actually."

Xania shrugged and said, "That's just about the same thing. You must have lived a sheltered life to not French kiss women all the time. Why, in the circles of friends I have, it's nearly impolite not to kiss a woman for minutes at a time just to say hello." This was largely true, but only because Xania mixed with fellow porn stars and B-movie actresses, most of them very sexually active and bisexual. "In fact, I'd be rather hurt if you don't kiss me on the lips before this day is done. It would be good for your therapy to loosen up some, unless you don't find me at all attractive."

Susan was flushed with relief. "Oh, but I do. I find you very attractive. In fact, I find you downright hot. You kind of remind me of Suzanne, and that makes me very hot. I mean, you have no idea the kind of feelings I have for my best friend. I've known her so long, and I think there's years of suppressed feelings coming out now."

"Well if that's the case, why don't we practice a little bit of kissing right now? It'll help you relax. Holding it in is very unhealthy. You need to release all those pent up feelings."

"Well, okay," Susan said uncertainly. "But I feel like such a slut. Everyone is having me do things to them. Sexual things."

"Susan," Xania said as she stood up from behind her desk and approached the distraught mother, "a kiss is just a kiss. It's not like we'd be fucking, and going down on each other. A psychologist shouldn't do those kinds of things with their patients, no matter how badly she might want to. But I think a kiss could be very therapeutic. You're so tense. Anyway, is there anything WRONG with people doing sexual things to you? Is that bad? When they're your loved ones and everyone feels good?"

"Well, no, I guess..."

"Then maybe," Xania said sagely, "what would help you would be to think of it a bit differently. Let's look at your use of language. You say that people are doing things TO you, but in fact you greatly enjoy these things, don't you? Maybe it would be better if you say that people are doing sexual things WITH you. You won't feel so out of control if you admit that you've been a very willing and active participant already. Empower yourself by admitting that you want to do these things with the people you love."

Susan brightened. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Wow. I never thought of it that way. You're right. Let's kiss. I want to kiss you."

So the two of them stood up and walked to each other. Xania was a good kisser and laid into Susan with a very active tongue. Suzanne had told Xania a little bit of kissing was okay but not to go too far too fast, so she backed off after only a minute. Their lips parted.

Xania smiled to see Susan now aglow with self-confidence instead of the worry that had dominated her face since she first walked in the office.

They reluctantly returned to their previous positions. And, strangely enough, Susan did feel a lot better and more relaxed. She said, "I'm so glad to hear that this kind of kissing is okay. But the fact is, I want to do more than just kiss. Just yesterday morning, I was talking to Suzanne about this. Expressing ... feelings."

She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together like a pair of wet, fleshy scissors. She kicked her left foot up into the air as she imagined her and Xania passionately entwined on the office floor.

Xania held her hand up. "Wait. Let me guess. You told Suzanne that you have the hots for her."

Susan blushed. "How did you know? How can you read me so well?"

Xania laughed. "If any creature on Earth has eyes and sees Suzanne, it's gonna have the hots for her. Now that you're freeing yourself from your sexual repressions and discovering your true self, it makes sense that you're opening up to her. I can only assume she feels the same way about you, because you're equally gorgeous, and a very kind and lovely person to boot."

Susan blushed more, but she was gleeful now. "Well, she did kinda say she liked me yesterday." She had her hands folded and fidgeted shyly like a girl confessing her first crush. Her pussy throbbed between thoughts of Suzanne and Xania. She desperately wished she could be rid of her constrictive clothes so she could scratch her itch down below.

Xania gave a benign laugh. "I've known Suzanne even longer than you have. She's a great person. Stick with her. Never doubt her judgment. And never doubt her love."

Susan recalled Alan saying nearly the exact thing the night before. "You're so right," she said with a happy sigh.

"I have high hopes that the love between the two of you will continue to unfold and grow. If you have a physical relationship with her, I think that would be great. And very healthy for you. She's a strong anchor in your life and she'll never let you down."

Of course Xania had been coached to say all these things to Susan. It was unfair for Suzanne to put words in another person's mouth, but at least these were Suzanne's honest feelings on the subject - she truly did believe she would never let her best friend down.

Xania had been briefed on Susan's new attitude towards clothing by Suzanne. So she said, "Now, on a different note, I see you've been pulling on your clothes ever since you've gotten in here. It's as if you're very uncomfortable wearing them. How do you feel about nudity?"

"Oh, I love it! I'm very pro-nudity. You're so perceptive, Xania. I'm amazed. I just hate being all confined when I go out. This is the worst, being all bound up in fancy clothes like this, and wearing a bra and panties, even. Not being able to go topless is just the absolute worst!"

"Susan, I need you to be completely relaxed so you can open up to me. For different people that means different things. Despite what you might have learned in your small town upbringing, there is absolutely nothing wrong with nudity. Just ask any European and look at their nude beaches. If going topless puts you at ease, then by all means, I strongly encourage you to take your blouse and bra off right now. And with those huge breasts of yours, I can understand why you find that top so constricting. After all, I'm here to help, not to judge. I want you to feel confident enough to open up and get in touch with the real you."

"Oh really? Thanks! Don't mind if I do. This is fantastic. I was so worried about this appointment but I feel so much better already. Suzanne is such an incredible friend, calling you up to help me. I love her so much." Susan took off her layers of clothes until only her blouse hung loosely above the waist. Xania would have been blind to miss just how far Susan's nipples stood out.

Xania continued to field all of Susan's questions and concerns. She drew no attention whatsoever to the fact that Susan was topless. Everything went swimmingly. By the end of the session Susan thought Xania could practically read her mind. Thanks to Suzanne's helpful coaching, Xania very nearly could.

Xania found it curious to be talking to a buxom, topless woman in such a formal setting. On a whim and for her own amusement, she decided to veer even further from Suzanne's approved script. She said, "Now Susan, let's do a little mental exercise. I want you to lie back on the couch and we're going to do some visualizations."

Susan lay back and luxuriated in the feeling of the leather couch as her massive breasts fell against her body.

"Good. Now let yourself get completely relaxed. Breathe in deep. ... Good. Close your eyes and let yourself go limp. Like a wet noodle. ... Good. Now, I want you to mentally explore your feelings for your son. I want you to take a few minutes and just imagine what it would be like to have your son fuck you. Keep your eyes closed and your body relaxed. Imagine that his penis is pushing in and out of your body while you receive him with your legs locked around his waist. I want to see what kind of feelings that inspires in you to determine if we have a problem."

Susan warned, "But doctor, that's going to inspire some very horny feelings." Even as she said this, the pace of her breathing increased. Her eyes nearly glazed over.

"Well sure, that'll be part of it, but just go with it and let's see what all comes out." Xania watched Susan like a hungry wolf eyeing defenseless prey. She could tell that Susan was a ticking time-bomb of sex already on a very short fuse.

So Susan lay on the couch with her eyes closed and silently thought about Alan. Within a minute, her breathing started to become very labored.

After another minute, one of her hands drifted to her exposed boobs. Another minute passed and her legs started to writhe around involuntarily. Although she groped her tit-flesh, she tried her hardest not to plunge a hand under her panties.

After another minute, her dress rode up and her legs spread wide as if she was ready any second to have Alan impale her with his penis.

Xania herself was getting very aroused at the sight, but she said calmly, "All right, Susan, so tell me what you're thinking right now. Calmly."

Xania figured that Susan wouldn't be able to see if Xania took advantage of herself behind her desk. Since she held a pen in her hands as if she was taking notes, she dropped that hand down to her crotch. Her tight skirt naturally bunched up and she began to lightly trace the outline of her clit with the pen.

"Yes, doctor," Susan gasped. "I'm on a beach. The beach we were at over the weekend. Alan is lying on top of me. He's fucking me! He's fucking me like a madman! So good! It's going in and out and he's ramming me up and down, up and down, driving me into the sand! The ocean waves are crashing over my body! He's fucking his mommy out in the open, but I don't care! I just want it in me, more! More! Harder! Fuck me, son! Nail me! Fuck your mommy good! Fuck..."

"Excuse me," Xania interrupted.

Susan had started relatively calmly but within seconds she was panting and heaving and nearly shouting.

"Try to calm down, please. Freeze the image there and calm your breathing." Xania was better able to control herself to outside appearances, but her own hand was attacking her own clit more fervently with the pen even as she said this.

Susan slowly brought her breathing under control, relatively speaking, but she continued to grope her heaving chest.

Xania could see a very big wet patch on Susan's panties. She unthinkingly licked her lips as she wondered how Susan's drenched pussy might taste. "That's better," she soothed. "Now, tell me about your feelings. What feelings are going through your head?"

"Heat. Extreme heat. I'm burning up. Horniness. Complete and absolute, utter arousal. It's like he's really fucking me! It's good! So good!" Her hips started to involuntarily buck and thrust up into the air as she described her feelings.

"Now hold on," Xania urged. "Stay calm. What about negative emotions? Are you feeling any of those?" she spread her legs wider to better attack her clit with the pen.

Susan might have wondered why Xania's knees were so high above the desk, had she looked up, but she didn't. Xania's pantyhose still stood between her and direct contact with her privates.

Susan pondered her answer, trying to think coherently. "Uhhh, let's see. Frustration. Some part of me realizes this isn't real and that my son hasn't actually fucked me yet. That's really frustrating."

Xania waited. Finally she said, "Is that it? No guilt? Fear? Worry?"

One of Xania's knees banged loudly against the desk as her body writhed involuntarily. She brought a second hand around and slipped it under the panties and pantyhose. Two fingers of that hand found their way into her vagina while the other hand still worked on her clit with the pen. She hoped Susan was too far gone to notice.

"No. That comes before and after. But during, like when I masturbate, I just let myself go! It feels so good! But I'm a good girl. I am not going to put my hand down there. NO! Bad! Bad girl! Mommy has to be a good girl for her Tiger. This sex cow has to save her needy pussy for his big prick!" Susan's chest was heaving again, and her legs kicked wildly up in the air.

"Okay, calm down! Calm down." Then there was a silence, because Xania was starting to cum. She found the intense incestuous emotions Susan was expressing just too arousing to control herself. She waited until she got her own immense relief and tidied up a bit. With her hands once again safely above the desk, she said, "Open your eyes and just relax. The exercise is over."

CHAPTER 6

Susan looked crestfallen. She definitely enjoyed the exercise, even though she hadn't been able to cum.

Xania felt bad for cumming when she hadn't let Susan reach her own orgasm, and hoped she could make it up to Susan later. She thought, Fuuuuuuuck. This woman really needs to be fucked. I have never seen anyone in such dire need of some serious fucking. If it weren't for the hands-off promise I made to Suzanne and the lack of a strap-on, I would get up right now and do her myself. There's just so much tasty flesh to explore on her. Talk about curves. Damn!

I think even if I were a real psychologist, my prescription would be some hard core son-fucking. She just needs it like she needs air to breathe. "Fuck your son three times a day, before meals, and call me in the morning." Ha! She's got MY panties totally soaked! Unfortunately, I still have to pretend to be a professional, or I'm gonna fuck it up for everyone in the family. Fuck.

Xania was curious about one thing. "Now, did I hear you call yourself a sex cow?"

"Yes, I did," Susan answered bashfully, feeling guilty and nervous again. "I do that all the time. Is that sick? Twisted? The thing is, I want Alan to milk me. My udders. Uh, I mean, my tits. And I'll squeeze his udders dry. And then he'll poke me with his cattle prod."

She started to get sexually worked up again, but caught herself and said with concern, "So, you see what's wrong with me? Tell me I'm sick! I have these constant fantasies about lactating for him."

Xania pretended to take copious notes of the "visualization exercise" while Susan watched nervously. Xania merely said, "Very good. Instructive." Suzanne hadn't warned Xania about Susan's cow fantasy because Susan had hid it from Suzanne so far.

So Xania didn't know what she should say and just winged it. After a pause, she said, "Susan, you have nothing to worry about. Such cow fantasies are actually quite common, though rarely discussed. To have fantasies is very healthy and a sign of strong mental health. I strongly encourage you to pursue your lactation dreams. ... Now that I think about it, this might also be somehow connected to the fact that you were unable to bear children of your own. I think that not only should you further explore these fantasies, but you should get Alan and others to help stimulate your breasts more often. With any luck, you might be able to lactate and thus satisfy an unfulfilled maternal urge."

Xania was completely making this up, but figured that advice that led to further tit fondling could only be good for everyone involved. She had no idea what kind of big impact she was making.

"Oh, really?!" Susan nearly leaped up with joy. "Thank you so much, doctor! That's one thing that's been worrying me, that I've been having these strange fantasies."

Xania muttered, "Like I said, fantasies are healthy." Then she wrote some more, finally looked up, and said, "Okay, that's it for now, I think. Are you feeling like a break?"

Susan nodded. "I'm a bit blown away. Like I've been through the wringer. That visualization exercise was intense. I don't normally allow myself to indulge those thoughts about him. At least, not so blatantly. I try to just fantasize about things like sucking his cock, or taking it in the ass. Someday soon, he's going to fuck me up the ass. I can almost feel it. Mmmm... The fullness of having a pine tree shoved up my butt. Hurts so good! Mommy's butt is so ready for Tiger's big pine tree to come knocking on her back door..."

Xania cut Susan off before she could drift completely into her anal fantasy. "It's good to just let it all out. That's part of therapy. Try to have these kinds of fantasies as much as possible, to bring out your repressed feelings. Get in touch with your inner sex cow, okay?"

Xania thought she might have gone over the top with that last comment, but Susan seemed to take it seriously and in good faith.

Susan nodded obediently. But she thought to herself, Xania, you don't know what you're saying there. If I do that, I'm either gonna run out of cum or I'm gonna get some kind of carpal tunnel syndrome from too much pussy fingering. But maybe I have to work it out of my system. Maybe that's the solution. I need to fantasize about having Alan fuck me. Frequently.

Xania continued, "Good. Now. We're going to do a round-robin of sorts. I'm going to talk to your children for a while and then you and I will get back to some of these issues later. By the end of the day we should make a plan on what to do and where to go from here. But that will depend greatly on what Alan and Katherine have to say later in their sessions. Okay?"

Susan left after she reluctantly put her clothes back on and shared a deep good-bye kiss with Xania.

Susan was still as aroused as ever, but had no choice but to wait in the waiting room. Left alone, the guilt kicked in. She shamefully ruminated about saying things like wanting a pine tree shoved up her ass to a near complete stranger. Funnily enough, she hardly gave any thought to kissing Xania or taking her top off. Those actions seemed perfectly normal, now - it was not doing those things that seemed strange to her.

Then Katherine came in. Katherine freely admitted to her sexual desire for Alan, and, in fact, admitted to already having sex with him.

Xania gave her much the same talk about incest that she gave to Susan, but she didn't really have to change Katherine's mind since Katherine was already fully convinced that sex with her brother was okay.

Xania took the opportunity to further plant some of Suzanne's suggestions. She pointed out that Susan's body needed "serious special attention" and that Katherine would be a good daughter in helping Alan out in this regard. This made Katherine resolve to be even more aggressive with her mother in the future.

More crucially, Xania suggested that Katherine follow Suzanne's guidance and leadership in such things. The daughter readily agreed.

The session went quickly and easily. Then they all broke for lunch.

Xania was pleased with her performance so far. The two females clearly bought her role as psychologist lock, stock, and barrel.

But she was more excited knowing that Alan would show up from school soon for his session. She stood staring towards the waiting room and thought, I have plans for Alan. Big plans. Suzanne forbade me from going too far with Susan, but I'm free to do what I want with Alan. I can't wait to see what happens when he arrives. I'm dying to see if he'll try to seduce me, and how good he'll be. And how good he'll taste. Mmmm!

Unlike the likes of Susan, I sure as hell ain't gonna hold back from fucking the young stud!

CHAPTER 7

Meanwhile, back at school, Alan took two midterm tests. He was lucky that he'd managed to study some hours the night before because they were difficult tests. He figured that, as a result, he probably got C's instead of F's. Last night was the first time he'd seriously studied in a week, and he wasn't concentrating very well in class, either.

He had another test in his fourth period history class taught by Glory. He was so distraught about how the other two tests went that he made it a point to not even glance in Glory's direction so he wouldn't be cursed with the mentally distracting hard-on he usually had in that class.

He was reasonably successful at avoiding thoughts about his teacher and sex with her. He did a good job on the test, since it was his favorite subject and he knew the material pretty well even without studying (thanks to the inspiration Glory gave him the past couple of years).

When the class was over, he stayed after, as usual. He wasn't supposed to leave for the psychologist's office in L.A. until after he had something to eat. He'd decided to use the lunch period to be with Glory and then the cheerleaders, and then grab some fast food to eat in the car.

Glory sat behind her desk and Alan remained at his desk while the two of them patiently waited until all the other students filed out. Then Glory found his paper in the stack of tests, took it out, winked at him, and wrote "A+" in big letters on the top of it.

"Hey, you can't do that!" Alan genuinely protested as he got up to stop her. "You haven't graded it yet!"

"I know," Glory replied professionally even as she gave him a subtle smile, "but that's what you get for fooling around with your teacher. I'm counting fucking your teacher senseless as extra credit on this test, and that's worth a LOT of extra credit!"

"But seriously, you can't do that," he still complained. "You know I'm not messing around with you to get a good grade. That would really disturb me if you graded me unfairly."

Glory looked at him with a deadpan face and said, "Glarg van wogga bluga snorf dats."

Alan blinked in confusion. "Huh?"

"You fucked me senseless. So of course you can't understand me."

She laughed at her own kidding around, and so did he.

"I didn't know HOW I could manage teaching class today, thinking about all the ways you were going to fuck me, much less how I got through fifth period yesterday, knowing you were hiding in the closet the whole time. It occurred to me it was dusty in there, and I was scared shitless that you would sneeze." Glory stood up and started to take off her clothes.

Alan put a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from taking anything off. "Wait a sec. I'm still concerned about this A plus. We have to be on the level. I can't allow that; it cheapens this special thing we have. Plus, what about my A.P. test? That's a standardized test, administered by someone else. If I really don't know my history, do you think I can just go in there and say, 'Do you count teacher-fucking as extra credit on this A.P. History test?' I don't think that's gonna work!"

"Don't be so sure," said his teacher. "Those tests are often run by teachers. If it's being run by an attractive female one, you just might want to try that out!"

Glory said that only half jokingly. She only had glimmers of his sexual escapades away from her, but she could tell by the way he had become a better lover on almost a daily basis that he was getting tons of practice. When she consulted her own heart, she didn't doubt his ability now to seduce women and get them to do even outrageous things for him.

"I'm being serious!" Alan complained.

"I know," Glory said, more contritely. "And that's one thing that endears you to me, that you have a good conscience. But I practically don't have to grade your test, in any case. You're an excellent student, and history is your best subject. If you studied at all, I'm sure you got an A. Did you study?" She studied his face closely to see if he told the truth.

"Yeah. I actually studied a lot yesterday. Too much for this class, because I like the material, and not enough for the sucky subjects."

"See?" Glory waved her hands wide, like it was no longer an issue. "There you go. Easy A. I'm glad to hear it too, 'cos you have been slacking off in my class more than a little bit lately. I almost need to spank you again for that. In fact, I think you need a spanking, regardless." She winked.

"I'll grade it just to be sure, though. As for that A.P. test, I'm sure you'll ace that too. But if you don't think you will, I'd be more than happy to give you private tutoring. Seriously. I have an idea for a reward system that I think would be most effective."

She began to run her hands over his arms and chest. "We could study a little, play around a little, study some more, fuck, study, fuck some more, then fuck some more after that..."

"Oh yeah, right," he said, both delighted and derisive. "I like the idea, but do you expect to be able to do that at my house, with my mom and sister nearly always there? And even with your boyfriend moving out now, what would your neighbors think of you often coming home with a teenager and probable student?"

"That is a problem," she conceded. "If all else fails, we could get a hotel room. I could even tutor you on some of your other subjects. Including Sex Ed, of course," she added seductively.

"You're crazy," Alan said as he shook his head in disbelief at how single-mindedly focused on sex she had become, especially since she'd been the one against having sex for so long. But he kissed her anyway.

The conversation came to an abrupt end and Glory's serious proposal was left unresolved, because after the kiss ended, Glory enthused, "Let's fuck!" She opened her blouse and yanked her bra up over her tits.

But Alan once again disappointed her. "I wish I could, but I've only got a few minutes. I really shouldn't even climax right now."

Glory stopped her advance and put her hands on her hips in frustration. "Young man, just what is going on here? You can't just give me the fuck of my life one day and then say, 'Oh, by the way, I can only stay five minutes' the next. You said that time with me would come first. Do you have any idea what you've done to me? I was so excited last night that I could hardly sleep, thinking of what we'd do today. I damn near dehydrated myself from the masturbation!"

She added in a dejected tone, "I'll bet you didn't even think about me."

Alan scanned his mind. In fact, he did think about the sex they'd had many times the rest of that day, and that night as well. He'd even dreamed about it. But it also competed with other thoughts about other women. And he'd given very little thought to this lunch, as he knew he'd already promised to spend the bulk of it with the cheerleaders. It wasn't that he preferred their company, but he had painting responsibilities.

So he felt he spoke honestly when he said, "Glory, that's not true. I've been thinking about you a lot ever since we did the deed. I loved it. But that caused me to miss an appointment yesterday at lunch, and now I have to make it up."

"An 'appointment'?" she repeated as she narrowed her eyes in a sign of jealousy. "Do you mean, a chance to fuck that cheerleader? Come ON! Aren't I a better fuck?"

"Of course you are, but I made a promise and I can't let them down." As soon as he said the word "them" he knew he'd made a big mistake and inwardly groaned at his own stupidity. She had a knack for getting him to accidentally confess things.

"THEM!" Glory cried hotly. "THEM?! Just how many girls are we talking about here?! What, are you fucking the whole cheerleading squad or something?!"

Alan blushed. He decided this was not the time for total honesty on that score. He replied meekly, "No, not exactly..."

Glory stood up and clenched her hands into fists. "NOT EXACTLY?! Young man! Come clean with me! Just who all is my competition around here?"

Alan realized that he was getting into deep trouble. Once she had a lead, Glory had a way of ferreting out much more than Alan wanted to tell. So he aimed for a distraction and unzipped his blue jeans. His heavy, thick penis flopped out like a flesh-colored garden hose and poked toward his teacher.

Her eyes locked onto the new target, but she still expected an answer.

He hemmed and hawed. "Ummm... Uh, well, you see, it's like this. I am involved with a couple of cheerleaders, but they don't mean anything to me. Not like you. But I feel obliged. It's like when you start something you have to keep up with it."

"A couple? As in two, or two-ish, possibly three or four?"

"Um, the latter," he replied, almost inaudibly. His ears burned with embarrassment.

"I figured." Luckily, she was heavily distracted by the sight of his penis, and in fact one of her hands slowly inched forward towards it, as if there was an internal battle going on inside Glory to jack him off or stay mad. The staying mad side was losing.

She added, "I already knew about Kim. And then there's your new girlfriend Amy. She's a cheerleader too. For all I know, you could be fucking the whole cheerleading team except for your sister!"

Alan coughed. He had a very guilty look on his face. He was deathly worried that the longer this conversation went on, the more likely Glory would squeeze out of him the fact that his sister was on the list of those he'd fucked.

"You ARE!" Glory realized with frustration. "Fuck!" Her hand flew the rest of the distance to his penis, and she started to stoke it madly. "I don't know why, but I'm not only mad, I'm horny as hell. Fucking the whole cheerleading squad. Fuck! Shit! I thought that kind of shit only happened in the movies. Really corny, hard to believe porn flicks, if anything. But you're actually doing it."

Her fingers flew up and down his rigid penis in a near blur. "If I were smart, I'd tell you to get out of my sight, but your confession just makes me want you even more. What's wrong with me?!"

Her hands paused, and in fact her whole body froze for a second, while she decided something. "Fuck you, Alan Plummer," she said with resignation as she dropped to her knees and swallowed his penis.

Alan stood with his legs slightly spread and relaxed while she did her thing. All of her frustrations at his multiple partners were channeled into her blowjob as frantic energy, and she sucked his penis like there was no tomorrow. She twirled and licked and blew and scraped with her teeth. It felt as if she had three tongues inside her mouth. Since he wore heavy blue jeans she couldn't attack his ass, but she more than made up for it with a two-handed assault on his balls.

It was all he could do not to just shoot his wad in the first minute.

In fact, it wasn't long before he had to push her head away with his hands, because she had no intention of stopping. He, on the other hand, worried that if he came just then, he would be embarrassingly flaccid with the cheerleaders. He could practically hear Heather's voice mercilessly taunting him for failing to give her any "consolation prize" like he'd promised.

They struggled a bit, with him barely able to keep her at bay, and her trying to get her lips back around his prick.

She cursed, "Fuck you again, young man! I'm going to fucking get that load, if it's the last thing I do! Those fucking cheerleader sluts don't deserve your sweet cum. It's mine, dammit! Mine!"

They struggled for a while longer.

Suddenly Alan thought of a way to keep his load so he wouldn't disappoint Janice and Heather. He pushed her back much harder, so she actually fell backwards and had to drop her hands to the floor as her ass was knocked from her crouching position a few inches to the floor. He said in a strong voice, "Glory, I love you very much. But I'll decide who gets my cum and when. You need to be punished for your attitude. Present me your ass. NOW!"

Surprised by the sudden reemergence of the aggressive Alan, she did as she was told, and turned over on all fours. "Alan? What's gotten into you?" she asked, meekly.

He yanked her panties down to expose her butt. To his surprise, the fabric tore in his hands, and he ended up with a chunk of her panties in his palm. The rest of her ripped underwear fell to the floor. That accidental tearing seemed to surprise and impress Glory even more. He mentally noted that her pussy was dripping in near Brenda-like quantities.

Then he said, "Hey. You're making me like this, with your 'It's mine, dammit' comments. So I fuck some cheerleaders. They mean nothing to me emotionally. Not like you. You have a big piece of my heart. Do you have a problem with that?" He raised his hand up to strike her butt.

As she looked over her shoulder in fear, she replied, "N-n-n-no. G-g-g-go ahead. Fuck 'em all."

He slammed his hand down, hard. Then he said, "Good! I think I will. Glory, I still love you dearly, but variety is the spice of life. I admit it, I'm selfish and I'm spoiled. But I'm still really just a kid. If a bunch of sexy cheerleaders throw themselves at an eighteen year old guy, how many guys would will turn them down? I'm weak but I love you. You have to understand that. Neither of us can make exclusive long term commitments because who knows where college will take me in a year? Let's just enjoy each other while we can. Okay?"

"O-o-o-o-okay." She felt that his voice was so sincere, she couldn't argue with him. His tone made it seem like the cheerleaders were less than nothing but she was everything to him. Plus, the fact that she was on all fours presenting her naked ass to him for a spanking made it hard to have a rational argument.

He spanked her again. But as soon as the spanking was done, he thrust his fingers into her vagina. She was so wet that they slid in deep, like sliding down a water slide. She didn't cry out at the spanking or the invasion.

Then he spanked her a few more times, but never stopped rapidly frigging her pussy.

She panted heavily and obviously loved it.

After only about six or seven spankings, he stopped and devoted all his energies to pleasuring her ass and her pussy with his hands. After all, the spanks were ultimately sex spanks, not true anger spanks, and both of them knew it.

She came with an all-over body tremble.

He could tell she was shaken to her very core by the experience.

When it was over, she turned around, and to his surprise, she was crying. What puzzled him more was that he could tell that they were simultaneously tears of sadness and tears of joy.

She said to him, "Alan, when I first started getting involved with you, I knew it was a risky and unknown path. But I never, EVER thought something like this could happen! I LOVE YOU! I really do. I've never loved any boyfriend so much. And you're just a kid. But you're more of a man than any of them. If one of my boyfriends so much as heavily flirted with another woman, that was it. He was toast. And yet you're telling me you're fucking all these cheerleaders, and I'm okay with it! I'm hating it and yet I'm kinda loving it at the same time. This is so fucked up!"

Suddenly, she pulled him down.

Taken by surprise, he collapsed right on top of her.

She kissed him passionately, and he recovered enough of his wits to kiss back.

When it was done, she looked him in the eye, and said, "Alan, I'm having a hard time adjusting to your other women. Will you do me a favor? Please don't get mad when I call you 'my love.' And don't tell me about those others any more. I won't ask where you're going or try to stop you. Just let me pretend that I'm your only one. I already hate all the other cheerleaders, your sister excepted of course, just because they might be having sex with you. If I knew which ones they were for sure, then I'd REALLY hate them. As a teacher, I have to try to remain impartial. This jealousy isn't good."

She thought, then added, "Well, now that I think about it, you did mention Heather by name yesterday. She's a cheerleader. Shit. When you broke to me yesterday that you're having sex with her, for some reason that didn't bother me that much because I was sure I could convince you of the error of your ways. I know enough school gossip to know she'll fuck just about anything that moves, male or female. She's probably a walking cauldron of sexual diseases by now, so you'd better be taking precautions when you're having sex with her!"

"I've got it covered."

"Shit, shit, shit. ... Heather. If this problem is more than just her, it's going to be a lot harder to get you to change. I love you so much. And after what we did yesterday, it's tough for me to accept this. Tough."

Alan was all tenderness now. He chose to ignore what she was talking about, figuring it would be good to let it sink in for a while first. "Okay, Glory. You know that I deeply love you too. In a lot of ways, you'll always be my first love. If I could call you something like 'lover' too sometimes, I'd be honored."

"Oh, Alan!" She hugged him tight and kissed him again. "Of course you can. My love. My love!"

They kissed some more.

But then Alan suddenly got up. He looked at the classroom clock. "Would you look at that? You're sneaky. You made me more than five minutes late."

She came back, "You're the sneaky one. I noticed that you saved your climax for those cheerleader bitches. Fucking sluts!"

"Hey," Alan admonished. "Remember? We won't talk about them. Certainly not like that, or more spankings for you."

She giggled. "And that's supposed to be a deterrent? You might want to rethink your punishments, young man. That's like punishing me by letting me win the lottery."

Alan zipped up his jeans and made to leave. "All right, Glory. We'll see about that later. Don't make me any later than I already am."

She winked. "Okay. I'll be good. I promise. I think between that fuck yesterday and what you did today, you've left me too wiped out to fight. My love." She winked again just as he opened the door to leave.

Now alone in the hallway, Alan just stood there for a minute to ponder what happened. God. I didn't plan ANY of that. Phew, that was intense. "I hate it and yet I'm kinda loving it at the same time." What the fuck? I thought when she found out about the others there would be a big blow up for sure. But how to square her "kinda loving it" comment with her distress about the idea a few minutes later? I guess maybe people have some crazy feelings at the height of passion.

His mind pondered the situation for some time. If push comes to shove and I'm forced to make a choice, I'd give up the other cheerleaders for Glory. But not the home situation, and that includes Amy and my sister. I want to be completely honest with Glory, but the whole home thing is going to have to stay a deep, deep secret. But who knows? Maybe she'll come around and I'll be able to keep boning the cheerleaders too. I have to build on her "kinda loving it" feelings by giving her such great loving so often that she just doesn't care about the others and has no reason to be jealous.

Finally, he looked around and realized, Phew. Intense. But as if that wasn't enough, now I've got to go find Heather and Janice, and please them. Then I've got to run to L.A. and have some kind of intense psychiatric session. Then God knows what when I get home with Susan and who knows whom else. At least hopefully I'll be able to get a nap. This is just too fucking intense and the wild ride never stops! The Boy Scout trip is starting in less than eight hours. I just have to make it till then without suffering a total nervous breakdown. Ugh!

CHAPTER 8

Alan rushed into the theater room where Janice and Heather were waiting. He was relieved to see that no one else was there this time. He said to Janice, who held the door open for him, "Quick, Janice, I'm running late. We don't have much time to fuck."

Janice pumped a fist into the air as she closed and locked the door. "Sweet!" As she followed Alan to the stage, she left a trail of clothing in her wake. Like Heather, she was wearing her cheerleader uniform since today was game day.

But Heather protested, as Alan knew she would. "Hey! Wait a second! You promised me a consolation prize. I didn't come here for nothing. Where's my prize?" She kept her clothes on until the issue of what exactly was going to happen could be sorted out.

"Sorry, Heather, but I don't have time. Next time. I'll make it up to you. I promise." He was more yanking her chain than anything, just to see what her reaction would be.

Heather's eyes narrowed angrily. "Next time?! It's always next time with you. NO! Do you have any idea WHO I AM?! I'm the queen of this school! I could CRUSH you like a bug if it tickles my fancy! You said I'd get my prize TODAY and I want it TODAY! Is that clear?"

Alan stopped undressing long enough to fix her with a withering gaze. "Heather, who's in charge here? You or me? Who makes that decision? You or me? You want to get on my bad side?"

Alan knew he was taking a very risky path, as no one wanted to get on Heather's bad side. No one but him had ever challenged her like this. Ever. She was right, she was the social queen of the school and she did have the power to crush him into a complete social pariah.

But he instinctively felt that the only way to successfully deal with Heather was to act from a position of strength. The aggressive approach was working well for him lately in general, and flush with the relative success of his interaction with Glory, he was in a mood to throw caution to the wind. He knew that he'd end up doing something physical with Heather, if only because it was so much fun, but he wanted to set the terms.

It appeared to work. Heather, for once, was silent, though she looked like she was on the edge of saying a few choice words.

His penis hung out of his now-unzipped jeans and he caught both girls staring hungrily at it. He figured Heather's fuck-lust was taking over. Obviously she had very strong lusts. Since that was her main weakness, he had to try and exploit her sexual desires in order to gain the upper hand with her.

But she appeared ready to redouble her efforts to take charge of the situation. A storm of anger seemed to be brewing within her, judging by the look on her face.

However, before Heather could gather up her hateful energy and throw it at him, he parried her with a preemptive proposal. "I'll fuck you, if you beg for it."

Heather's eyes shot daggers at him while her mouth dropped open at the sheer audacity of his demand. She had never known any male to treat her like this. No one even came close to trying, except Alan. And he was getting more outrageous with the way he treated her every time he saw her. She was struck speechless by his latest audacity.

While she mulled over his offer. Alan meanwhile thought, Talk about a win-win. If she agrees, I get to fuck a humbled Heather. If she says no, I can blame not fucking her on her snotty attitude, which will blunt her counterattacks. And then I'll be able to enjoy Janice without rushing and probably still get around to fucking Heather sometime later. I think she's too aroused to go totally nuclear on me right now since you don't bite the hand that feeds you. Or should I say the cock that fucks you? Heh-heh.

"All right," Heather finally conceded with a roll of her eyes. "I'll go along with your little game. I beg you. Please fuck me, Alan. I'm begging you." She raised her hands to make mocking quote marks in the air when she said "I beg you" and "I'm begging you." She finally took her clothes off, which didn't take long since she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Alan was almost disappointed to see her undress, because when she wore her cheerleader outfit it reminded him that he was fucking the school's head cheerleader. He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise that she'd actually said what he wanted her to, even sarcastically. But he immediately pushed her to do better. "Hrm. Very uninspired. Obviously not sincere. But I'll fix your snotty attitude soon enough."

Heather snorted derisively, clearly unimpressed. She had recovered from her earlier shock and appeared more amused by him than anything.

"Bend over, Heather. Let's see you get on all fours." Partly inspired by his anal sex with Suzanne the day before and partly inspired by Glory's warning that Heather's pussy could be a "cauldron" of sexually transmitted diseases, he felt inspired to fuck Heather up the ass. He started taking off the rest of his clothes. "Because your cunt is too dirty for me to defile my penis in it any longer, I'm going to fill you up in your other hole."

Heather's eyes nearly popped from their sockets. "You mean you're going to fuck me up the ass?!" She asked incredulously. "You can't be serious." She quickly recovered her composure though, and tried her best to encourage him. She bent over and wiggled her ass at him suggestively.

Heather was honestly shocked, but also pleasantly surprised, and very eager. All her boyfriends, without exception, had thought the idea of anal sex too disgusting and "gay." So despite her vast sexual experience, it was something she'd never done before. The closest she'd come was with some very limited and tentative anal dildo play with her best friend Simone. She guessed by the way she'd enjoyed that experience that she might enjoy this.

"That's exactly what I mean. I'm quite serious, so your tanned ass had better watch out." He turned to Janice who was waiting, naked and annoyed. "This'll just be a minute," he said with an endearing wink.

He still had an erection from his recent encounter with Glory. He finally stepped out of his blue jeans and wagged his engorged penis at Heather lewdly. "Pull your cheeks apart nice and wide, you little cum-guzzling slut!"

Heather was growing increasingly excited by the prospect of finally having anal sex. When her mother, Helen Morgan, had sat her down to give her the "birds and bees" talk years ago, anal sex was the one and only sexual act that Helen had specifically forbidden. Helen had spoken of it in hushed tones of distaste and revulsion, as if it was one step shy of murdering someone.

Heather had been deeply intrigued by thoughts of doing it ever since. Her contrary attitude reveled in the opportunity to defy her mother's wishes. Yet at the same time, much of her mother's attitude had sunk in. Only in recent months had she finally dared to try some limited anal dildo play with Simone and start hinting to some of her male lovers that she wanted to try it out. It remained the ultimate irresistible sexual taboo for her.

Alan was also getting psyched up. He thought to himself, You know, there's something especially satisfying about fucking Heather's butt. Not only is she generally acknowledged as the most beautiful girl in school, although I personally think Amy and Katherine are more beautiful, but just the idea of fucking her in her asshole gives me the feeling of taking this far too bitchy and arrogant slut down a notch. Not only that, but these interactions with her are doing wonders to build up my confidence and aggressiveness.

However, Alan knew that he couldn't let Heather's flip dismissal of his demand that she beg go unanswered. So first he began rubbing his penis all over her pussy lips and also up and down her ass crack. In so doing, he used his penis like an artist's paintbrush to lubricate her asshole somewhat with her pussy juices. The tickling feeling of rubbing his bare penis through the valley between her quivering buttocks was also intensely erotic for him, and even more so for her.

Heather though lacked patience. As soon as he started doing that, she barked, "Get on with it already!"

So Alan had to speed things up a bit. He began rubbing his penis around her anus more specifically as he replied, "Not until you beg."

"Ha! Fat chance," she taunted.

Alan pushed his hard-on into her anus just a little bit, stretching it open ever so slightly, leading Heather to think that he'd given in. He knew that's what she'd expect from him since high school boys were not exactly renowned for their patience. But he kept his penis there and didn't go in any further. "Okay Janice, I told you this wouldn't take long. Get ready, it's your turn now."

Heather exploded in anger. "Janice, fuck off! If you don't fucking clear out of this room this very instant, I will fucking DESTROY you! I'm not going to let Alan play you against me. Janice, do you hear me? Leave!"

Alan continued to toy around with pressing his dick into Heather's anus, but only a tiny little bit so as to give her a taste of what might be coming. He certainly wasn't anywhere close to pushing his bulbous penis head past her angrily pulsating sphincter. "Heather, how rude. If I'm going to fuck your ass, first you're going to have to apologize to Janice. Then you're going to promise never to get revenge on her in any way. If you even try, you can forget this ever happening again. I have lots of other women to fuck, not just Janice. Heck, I could very easily go get someone else to replace her right now. So, first apologize, then beg. Beg me to fill your ass up."

"You're mental! No way!"

Alan sighed as if he'd given up. "Sad. Your loss. Okay, Janice, I'm serious this time. It's your turn now." He pushed into and stretched open Heather's clenching anus so that his penis head almost passed into her. Heather assisted, pulsing her anal muscles and pushing her hips back to help draw him in, but he pulled away from her at the last second. Then he withdrew from her completely, placing his hard-on on top of her ass crack again. The sensation of the fine softness of her skin
contrasted deliciously with the resistant firmness of the hard muscles of her ass, especially with her trembling under his touch in lustful anticipation of being impaled like this.

"Aaaargh!" Heather screamed. The loss of his dick was like a physical blow to her. She badly wanted to be fucked in the ass and knew that somehow Alan sensed this. Her extreme need pushed all other considerations out of her mind. "Okay, fine," she said huffily. "Janice, I'm sorry. Forget the revenge over this, but if you dare cross me over anything else, your ass is grass. Alan, I'm begging you. For real this time. Now let's get on with this, shall we?"

Alan paused. He didn't like the way Heather spoke. She said the words hurriedly and without sincere emotion, in much the same way a spoiled brat says the word "please" only because some adult forced them to do so. But he also figured that he could only push Heather so far. He was playing a dangerous game with her and could easily push his luck too far if he insisted on total surrender.

So he said, "That's better. That's not so hard, is it?" All of a sudden he realized, Duh! I've forgotten the condom. And after Glory reminded me about it earlier, even. I'm so lax about that. It must be because I love going bareback so much. Riding Heather's ass crack bareback feels so good already; it's like a crime to put one of these things on. But unless I take care, one of these days I could find myself in big trouble.

While he was thinking these thoughts, he went and got a lubricated condom out of his wallet. He quickly rolled it on and then began rubbing his erection up and down her ass crack again.

Heather made no comment about the condom, but complained, "Fucking GET ON WITH IT already! Damn! You're so fucking aggravating, Alan."

"Okay, fine." Alan turned to Janice and winked at her.

Janice was looking on with great amusement. She was miffed at having to wait, but watching Heather get taken down a peg or two was almost worth it.

Alan suddenly pushed his dick forward into Heather's ass, but the resistance was fierce. Now that he wanted to get his wide penis head past her taut sphincter, he found he couldn't do it that easily. He tried pushing a couple of times while loudly grunting.

Heather tried to assist his attempts to penetrate her, opening her ass as wide as she could by pulling her ass cheeks apart with both hands. She grunted even louder than he did when she started pushing back in time with his thrusting to get into her.

But Alan's penis still wasn't going in. Her asshole simply wasn't dilating open widely enough to permit him entry. He paused to rest for a minute and said, "I've done this before and it wasn't nearly this tough. Heather, I think you're too stressed and tense. You need to relax your asshole before I can get in. But instead you're yelling at everyone and working yourself into a state. That'll never work."

Heather was suffering.She knew that this might be her only chance to have anal sex while still in high school since she'd yet to find a guy who was receptive to the idea. She complained derisively, "So what am I supposed to do, Einstein?"

Alan could feel how badly she wanted it. For one thing, the frustration and desire in her groaning was very obvious. "Quit struggling. You need to quit fighting and resisting me or we'll never get anywhere." He paused for dramatic effect, to make sure his next words sunk in. "You need to sincerely beg." His tone made it clear that he was being completely serious.

Heather's need had grown to such a fever pitch that she actually tried his suggestion. Her pleading ended up sounding like a plaintive wail of desperation. "Alan. Please. Pleeease. Fuck me! Pleeeeeasse! Fuck me in the ass! God, I need it SO BAD! I'm begging you. PLEASE!"

"That's better," he said warmly as he smiled triumphantly.

CHAPTER 9

Alan suddenly grabbed her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks widely apart, and thrust forward with all his might. He had been afraid of doing that before for fear of hurting her, but now he went for broke. To his great pleasure, his bulbous head pushed on through the powerful grip of her clenching anus. With surprising suddenness, he was in her.

Heather was ecstatic, but also in pain. She threw her head back and howled. "URGGHH! YES! Oh! Jesus! JEEESUS! Fuck, that hurt! ... Finally! Fuck me, you prick! Fuck me hard! Give it to me!"

Alan was extremely pleased with himself. He hadn't really intended to make her beg so much, but it worked out better than he'd expected. He also knew from talking to Suzanne a little bit yesterday that right now it would be prudent to give Heather's ass a chance to adjust to his large size before continuing to press in.

Besides, the crushingly strong grip she was exerting on the shaft of his penis meant that any additional penetration was, for the moment at least, quite impossible. So he figured it was a good chance to mess with her head some more, since he had to wait for her strong asshole to relax before she could take any more of him in any case.

"Heather, did you call me a prick? I guess I'll have to pull out. And after all that effort, too. What a shame." He sighed in disappointment and pulled back gently. It wasn't enough to pop out of her, but it was enough to make her feel that he could.

"Alan, you are a prick!" She clamped down with her powerful anal muscles in an attempt to prevent his penis from escaping her ass.

Alan was surprised by her outburst. He thought he had her over a barrel now, in a very literal sense.

She continued, "But I mean that as a compliment. Believe me, I'm a prick too, so I can recognize one when I see one. God, you're so fucking evil, making me beg. But I love it! Don't you have any kind of fear? Don't you know what I could do to you?"

Alan gave that some thought. Frankly, I'm surprising myself too. Why DON'T I have more fear of her? Just last week I was too afraid to even talk to her, and now I'm acting like this. ... I guess it's because I don't really have much to be afraid about. What's the worst she could do? She could make me a complete social outcast at school, but so what? I'm headed in that direction anyway. I'm losing all my friends to my sex mania.

But on the plus side, I have four incredible women at home. They've caused my confidence to double and then triple again just in these last few weeks alone. My entire school life could be a complete social disaster and who cares, 'cos I'm just marking time until I can be home and playing with all those round tits and asses again anyway. Except for Glory, of course. She's the shining bright spot in my school day.

And if Heather tries to destroy me, that'll make Glory stand by me all the more. So I've got so much amazing love and sex going on that Heather's worst doesn't seem that bad. It's possible she could get some football players to beat me up if she was really pissed, but that doesn't seem her style. She's all about psychological power. She wants to control your mind, not just your body.

But the bottom line is that she needs me too much. I haven't had sex with her that much yet, but I can already tell that she needs me much more than I need her. So I can throw caution to the wind because her threats are empty. Ha! This is fun!

He replied, "Heather, to be honest, I don't care. The thing is, I'm fucking too many women who are more enjoyable in and out of bed than you'll ever be. I'm fucking you mainly out of pity because your other male lovers appear to be such a pathetic bunch. You basically said so yourself."

That wasn't true, that he was fucking her only out of pity. No one could deny that Heather was one of a handful of the most beautiful girls at the school, along with Amy, Katherine, Heather's best friend Simone, Christine, Donna (a brunette social queen and Heather's main rival), and maybe one or two others. Heather was also very sexually skilled and enthusiastic, thanks to her longstanding love of fucking, and Alan did greatly enjoy fucking her. But Alan wasn't about to admit any of that to her face, especially since Heather would take it as a sign of weakness.

One nice thing Alan discovered about having his dick in Heather's ass was that she was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being stretched open and stuffed that she was slow on the uptake. He knew that if he gave her the chance, she'd soon be complaining about how she was the best and most beautiful girl in the school. So before she could recover her wits, he pressed deeper into her ass.

With one long, slow, and agonizing thrust, he pushed his condom-covered shaft through Heather's tightly stretched and spasming, rhythmic anal contractions. He kept cramming more and more of his meaty pole into the space between her quivering buttocks until, at long last, he found his penis buried in her ass apparently as deep as it could go.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief and satisfaction.

While the thrust was quick for Alan, for Heather it seemed as if time had slowed to a crawl. Her whole world shrunk down to nothing but the sensation of having an invading beefy monster slowly sink deeper and deeper into her butt.

There were feelings of pain as his penis head stretched her wide open as it passed through on its way deeper into her, but behind the head she felt a delicious friction from the shaft sliding along her rectal walls and inwards through her tightly clenching anus. The way his penis pulsed and throbbed as he continued to push it further and further in felt so good that she was convinced she would pass out at any second from the sheer pleasure of it.

And yet, still more of his penis kept on coming and coming and coming. She pulled her ass cheeks wider apart with her hands and arched her back slightly to improve the angle of penetration as inch after inch of his huge pole slid into her taut and deeply tanned rear.

She kept telling herself, Okay, that's all the cock he's got to give. There can't be any more than this! And yet, somehow, still more meaty thickness violated the as yet unfucked virgin depths of her ass. If asked at that moment how long Alan's dick was, she would have sworn it was at least fifteen inches long. She half-expected to see and feel a large bulge on her abdomen that showed the invasive log had completely passed through her.

She whimpered and shivered as his penis continued to plow through virgin flesh never before reached by anal dildos (or anything else for that matter). By the time Alan finally bottomed out, Heather was on the verge of crying tears of pain and joy.

Alan was also moved, but not by how deep he went. Just like he'd felt during his first anal sex experience with Suzanne the day before, what really struck him was how tight Heather's ass was. His penis was being squeezed all over in the most delightful way just by virtue of being inside her there. He could hardly conceive how good it could be if she could loosen up enough for him to thrust in and out of her without great difficulty.

He didn't have much to compare the feeling with, since he'd only had anal sex once before, so he had no idea how unusually strong Heather's ass was. But he did notice that the pressure she could exert on him was far greater than anything he'd experienced with Suzanne, and that was when Heather wasn't really trying to crush his penis by flexing her muscles deep inside.

Heather, though, apparently didn't realize that it was a good idea to wait a bit for her ass to adjust to his deeper penetration. She thought, I want to fuck and I want it NOW! His comments about fucking her out of pity were completely forgotten for the moment. She squirmed and wiggled and goaded him on, saying, "Please, for the love of God, don't stop! It's just getting good! Push! Push it in and out!"

Alan still just rested his penis all the way inside her and tried not to say anything. This was difficult to do because every time her asshole throbbed mightily around him, it felt like her anus was trying to bite off his dick and swallow it whole. Yet even though the intense pressure hurt some, it was also extremely pleasurable for him. It was an orgasmic struggle just to keep his penis in there and deal with her powerful clenching as she pulsed around him; so much so that thrusting almost seemed unnecessary.

Heather clearly didn't feel the same, though. She continued, "Alan, I'm begging you! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good! I'm your dirty slutty anal whore and I NEED your cock! Please! Pleeeasse! I'm begging you!" As she said this, she reached around and tried to push him back while rocking her hips forward. She hoped to push him almost all the way out and then pull him back in.

But Alan could see what she was trying to do. His firm hands on her ass cheeks kept her from gaining any leverage and since she was on all fours there was nothing on the other side she could push against. "Relax, Heather. Chill. This takes a couple of minutes. I can't do it right if you don't let your ass relax some more."

She was still trying to thrust on her own, but to no avail. "Come on! Do it! DO IT! Don't be a wuss. Fuck my ass already!"

"Hmm, I don't know," he replied uncertainly after a long pause. "I don't know if I like that attitude."

"ALAN! For the love of God! I'm not calling you a wuss, I'm just saying get on with it! What do you want me to say? You're great! You're the greatest. WhatEVER! Just fuck my AAAASSSSSS!"

Alan turned to Janice, who still sat nearby watching intently. Anal sex was something completely new to the feisty redhead. "What do you think, Janice? Should I do it?"

Heather groaned with frustration. She expected no sympathy from her nemesis Janice.

But to everyone's surprise, Janice said, "Put the bitch out of her misery already. I can't stand to see her beg. It's pathetic."

Alan was quite disappointed. He was having a lot of fun toying with Heather. What the heck is wrong with me? It looks like even Janice thinks I've gone too far. Is this just an issue I have with the bitchy Heather, or am I slowly becoming truly nasty? I really should control myself. I shouldn't call her hurtful names. It's not right. But it's so much fun to have this perfect, ideal tanned goddess cheerleader whimpering and begging me to fuck her up the butt!

Even as he said this he pulled out a bit and then pushed in some. He felt an almost evil glee as he heard Heather moan and literally scream in a combination of satisfaction and frustration. She loved the little motion, but she wanted him to go all the way with deep penetrating thrusts.

"Alan, no! That's the wrong way! I'm your anal slut! I'm your slave! I'm your anything! Just put it in! No one has EVER fucked my ass before and I just HAVE to have it! Please!" She appeared to be on the verge of tears as her ass cheeks quaked and unsuccessfully tried to squeeze and suck his shaft further into her.

He snickered as he watched Heather's perfectly tanned ass ripple and quake with the need for his penis. "Well, since you asked so nicely. Please IS the magic word."

Thinking, I guess I AM a prick, he finally began to slowly thrust in and out of her with the kind of deep strokes that Heather wanted so badly. One good result from the last minute or so of his teasing was that it had allowed her ass to loosen up a little bit more. That meant the fuck was extremely pleasurable for the both of them, instead of being a frustrating struggle. It was somewhat like fucking an extremely tight, muscular, and very strong pussy. Any tighter and it would have been too painful, but this felt just great.

Alan quickly reduced Heather to a quivering mass of subservient Jell-O. He could tell she was loving it by the way she shrieked incoherently as his strokes started to move faster and bring the both of them even more pleasure. That only caused his ego to swell even further. His bad side was definitely in full control now. He got a great kick out of yelling rude things to her as he plowed her butt from behind.

"Who's a rude cunt bitch?" he growled as he slapped her left butt cheek gleefully.

"I am!" Heather gasped happily while getting rammed on a deep stroke.

"Who's nothing more that a pussy life support system, good for nothing but being fucked?"

"I am!" A thin line of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth and then was flung away by all the rhythmic shaking of her entire body.

"Are you my cum dumpster?"

Heather didn't even hesitate to answer. "Yes!" At that moment, at least, she was fiercely proud of it and willing to shout it to the whole world.

Alan straightened his back, withdrew his penis out of her completely, and then shoved it back in with all of his might. The pain was excruciating as the wide head of his penis forced its way in past her still very tight sphincter muscles. But it hurt in a good way.

She clenched her teeth to keep from losing all control. Then she let out a piercing scream.

Janice, still watching intently, had to plug her ears.

"Who's your daddy, you common whore?" Alan yelled.

"You are!" Heather mewled helplessly as she rocked under his onslaught.

"And who's an arrogant bitch who needs to be put in her place?"

"I am!" Tingles of excitement shot up and down her spine.

"What's your only purpose in life?"

Heather shouted out her answer so loud that it sounded almost as if she'd been split in two. "To fuck! And get fucked! By you!"

Alan loved her "by you" comment. Little additions like that showed she was really into it and not just parroting the bare minimum of what she thought he wanted her to say. His ego swelled even more.

And so it went. Not only did Heather not mind the names, she loved them. The worse Alan treated her, the more she loved it. She couldn't figure out why, because with all her previous lovers she'd brooked no insults or sassy attitude at all.

She actually felt high from the whole experience, like she'd just taken some powerful and wonderful drugs. She already realized that she would have to have her ass filled regularly from now on, and that only Alan was man enough for the job of keeping her butt properly and thoroughly fucked the way she wanted and needed it.

Neither Alan nor Heather realized it just yet, but Heather happened to be one of the small minority of women with an overabundance of pleasure receptors in the ass that enabled her to absolutely love anal penetration from a purely physical point of view. The fact that she considered it naughty, depraved, and deviant made her love doing it even more. That her mother had expressly forbidden her from doing it was like the icing on the cake.

Alan mercilessly fucked Heather while she crouched on all fours. But halfway through, he picked her up forcefully and put her down on the ground right in front of Janice. He forced her tits down onto the cold