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 floor. With every thrust, he pushed her whole body into the hard ground.

But Heather seemed to actually prefer the rough treatment. Her screams were of a woman at the absolute peak of ecstasy. She didn't even know if she was having an orgasm at any given moment or how many she was having overall. It seemed to her as if every single second Alan thrust in and out of her ass was yet another great orgasm.

Alan briefly looked at Janice as he repositioned himself.

Janice appeared both terribly aroused and terribly afraid. She seemed to think that she would be getting the "Heather treatment" next. She had no desire to be bullied and insulted by Alan like that.

Alan was finally ready to cum, but he knew that if he did that he'd have nothing left for Janice. So he waited until Heather had a particularly intense series of rippling convulsions. It felt like her strong asshole was trying to pulp his dick. He guessed that meant she was having another orgasm, though it was hard to tell for sure. For a second or two he was certain the erotic pressure had pushed him past the point of no return and that his cum would shoot out of him, but a fervent squeezing of his PC muscle just managed to save the day.

Then he suddenly pulled out, and took his hands off of Heather altogether. He looked down and saw her well-fucked and hungrily pulsating asshole gaping back at him, still molded to the shape of his penis. A thin film of sweat and her pussy juice covered her crotch and sparkled in the florescent lights overhead. Her ass cheeks had big red marks from where he'd slammed or clawed at her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" moaned an annoyed Heather. She shoved her ass backwards as if her anus could find his penis and gobble it back inside.

"Patience, Heather, patience. Who here has the penis?"

"You do," she answered glumly.

"And who's in charge here, slut?" At first she didn't answer, but he poked and rubbed his penis against her ass. The tip of his penis slithered in the space between her pussy and anus, but failed to enter either.

"You are." Saying that really rankled her, but at this point there was no way to deny the obvious.

"Damn straight," he said as he stood up on shaky legs and took his penis far from her crotch. He desperately needed to cum, but he wasn't going to do it in Heather. Not only did he still have Janice waiting, but he thought about how the aloof, arrogant Heather had cock-teased countless boys at the high school and felt a sense of satisfaction to be giving her a taste of her own medicine.

"No! Wait!" cried Heather. "You're gonna leave me unsatisfied."

He was cocky. "Hmm. You seem to be right about that. But I only promised you a consolation prize. Janice gets the main reward." He had no choice but to leave her like that. There was no way he could do them both right then.

Heather looked upset, but in fact she wasn't that upset. She'd been fucked to oblivion and she was feeling the friction burn from insufficient lubrication already. Her ass really couldn't take much more right now even if her libido had wanted to keep going. The fact that Alan hadn't cum yet didn't mean much to her since she was all about getting her own pleasure. She had yet to learn how good it could feel to have a big load of hot cum erupt inside her, flooding the steaming hot depths of her ass.

With every passing second though, she felt the fight going out of her. She slumped to the floor and just panted heavily. It was all she could do to fight off the urge to pass out.

CHAPTER 10

Alan could see he wasn't going to get any more grief from Heather for a while. He turned to Janice.

She looked at him with trepidation. "You're not going to be like that with me, are you?"

Alan laughed. Then he realized he must look like a wild-eyed, over excited, arrogant, sex maniac. He was still riding erotic and egoistical highs, but he forced himself to calm down some and speak in kind tones. "Don't worry, Janice. Not unless you want that kind of treatment."

"No thanks!"

"I thought not. I only fuck like that with Heather. It's kind of a special thing I've got going with her. I'll be as nice with you as you want me to be."

Janice muttered, "Thank God." She was beside herself with delight and relief, both to hear that and to know that she had a good fucking to look forward to. She was even happier to see Heather was still awake and slowly recovering. It would make the sex all the sweeter if her enemy was forced to watch her get what she'd been denied.

Alan remembered Suzanne's advice that one should never go from fucking an asshole to a pussy. He took his condom off and walked to the back of the stage where there was a sink. He used his hands to splash water all over his groin, and then he washed himself thoroughly with soap. When he was all cleaned up, he got a new condom from his discarded clothes and put it on.

He was too tired to talk while doing all this. Heather and Janice refrained from talking, too.

Heather had recovered some more and was able to sit up. She was still completely silent, though. She was trying to digest what had just happened. She instinctively knew that this was a pivotal event in her life. She felt like someone who had shot heroin for the first time and knew in that instant that they would be a heroin junkie for the rest of their life.

Anal sex felt so great that she knew it was something she absolutely had to have from now on. She also felt instinctively that she had to have it specifically from Alan. He knew exactly how to push all her buttons. If she could find some other guy willing to do it - a big if - she knew it would pale in comparison. She couldn't admit it consciously, but the name calling and being forced to beg and wait was a big reason why she loved the experience so much.

But now she had a problem. She needed Alan like she needed food to eat. But she was determined not to let him know that. She couldn't stand not to be in complete control.

Alan, meanwhile, was thinking about Heather as he admired her sweaty, disheveled, and exhausted naked body. She's a bitch in more ways than one. I just want to treat her like a bitch; like an animal. I want to slap her around and spank her. But that's not right! What am I saying?! Even Heather has a heart and has feelings. If I can train her and bring her to heel... Damn! A dog metaphor again.

A malicious mood filled his head like a thick fog. He sat still for some long moments until the fog lifted a little bit. Dang, I have to get a hold of myself! But my point is, if I can fuck the evil out of her and correct her arrogant ways, there might be a nice person inside, waiting to come out. I'm gonna fuck Janice nicely now, and show Heather that she can be fucked nice and gentle, if she deserves it.

Little did Alan realize, but the last way Heather wanted to be fucked was nice and gentle.

Alan walked to the couch where Janice was sitting. "Finally. I'm all set now. Sorry to keep you waiting so long. But hopefully you found the show a little bit entertaining." He sat next to her and caressed her arms and cheek.

Janice relaxed further as she realized he really wasn't going to treat her like he'd treated Heather, even though his eyes still looked a little bit crazy. She replied, "Definitely. It's funny, but I don't hate Heather so much any more now that I see how she's so pathetically desperate for your cock."

Heather had been about to complain very vocally that Alan needed to finish what he started, but if she did that now it would only confirm what Janice had just said. Instead, she flailed around for a comeback. "Who's pathetically desperate? Looks like you are, Janice."

Janice laughed derisively. "Yeah. Right. Like I would EVER willingly call myself a 'cum dumpster.'" She mimicked Alan's voice, "'Who's nothing more that a pussy life support system, good for nothing but being fucked?'" Then she mimicked Heather's gaspingly horny reply in a mocking tone, "'I am!'"

Heather instantly blushed and was furious. She realized she had a massive problem on her hands. Her enemy Janice had heard her say the most humiliating things imaginable. She instinctively trusted that Alan wouldn't repeat them anywhere, even though she didn't know why she felt that way. But she knew just as certainly that Janice could have the entire school talking about Heather's shame within an hour. Of course some people might think Janice was just making it up, but there would be sincerity in Janice's tone and an unavoidable embarrassment in Heather's denials that would fan the gossip flames.

She rushed over to Janice and grabbed her short red hair with both hands. She stared into Janice's eyes from inches away. "Listen to me and listen to me good. If you breathe ONE WORD about what happened in here to ANYONE, I will KILL YOU. KILL YOU! You're dead! Do you understand me?!"

Janice shrank backwards in terror. "Kill me?!"

"Not literally, you fool, but I will make you WISH you were dead. Not only that, but I can tell how lovey dovey you are for Joy. You can deny it till you're blue in the face, but I can see how you look at her with googly eyes. Before I utterly crush your will to live, I'll first turn on Joy and ruin her. If I hear ONE WORD about the things Alan called me here today, Joy will be expelled and in prison within a week. And that's just for starters!"

Janice had quite pale skin to begin with, but she was completely white with fear now. "You wouldn't!" Notably, she didn't deny that she was in love with Joy.

"I would. And I can. Don't test me!"

Alan also blanched. For the first time, he began to realize just how powerful and vindictive Heather could be. He had no idea how Heather could frame Joy and put her in prison, but looking at the determination and hatred on her face, there was no way to deny that she could do it.

But he also realized that the one thing he had going with Heather was an impression of superiority and invulnerability. If she sensed any weakness from him, he was finished. Thinking, In for a penny, in for a pound, he started speaking without knowing what he was going to say.

"Listen. Hey, you two, listen to me."

Heather and Janice turned in his direction. Heather still clutched Janice's hair and her face was twisted with hate.

Alan continued, stalling for time, "Hey. No fighting. What am I - a bump on a log? I'm here too, you know. I'm not going to allow you to fight. Janice, don't worry, I won't allow Heather to do that to you or to Joy."

Heather now turned her anger at him. "Oh yeah? Says who? Don't even THINK-"

"HEY! Hey! Hey! Hey! HEY!" Alan shouted over Heather until she let him speak. "Listen! Heather, I won't allow your secrets out of this room. Don't worry! What happened here stays here. I certainly am not going to tell a soul. I don't kiss and tell. It's not my way."

That calmed Heather down a lot. It confirmed her instincts that he could be trusted. She turned her angry face back at Janice.

But Alan kept talking. "Janice, I'll try to stop Heather from doing anything crazy. It's pretty obvious that she loves anal sex. If she retaliates on you, she won't be getting any more sex from me. Period. But on the other hand, if I were you, I wouldn't even think about crossing her on this. She obviously has a lot of ways of getting even. It's better for all three of us if we just stay quiet about this. Janice, may I also remind you that if you go blabbing to everyone about Heather, then I can't trust you either. There's no way I'm going to have sex with you now or ever again if you can't be discreet."

Janice looked back and forth between Alan and Heather. Alan looked sincere and determined while Heather just looked plain evil. After a long pause, she said, "Fine. Who said I was going to say anything, anyway? I'm not."

Heather let go of Janice's hair, but pointed right in her face. "Not even to Joy!"

"Fine. Not even to her. But you and I aren't done, Heather. Now I know how you REALLY are. You're the most pathetic girl I've ever seen. You bring disgrace to the entire female gender. 'Oh! Alan! Please let me be your cum dumpster! Please?!'"

Alan immediately spoke up before Heather could go ballistic. "Listen! Janice, being quiet means not mentioning these kinds of comments in the future to me OR to Heather. Really, you shouldn't have been here. That was a mistake. But you were. The things Heather and I say to each other are just between her and me. If I say something sexual to you, then I expect the same discretion from Heather. I know you two hate each other, but I don't want to get caught in the middle of your little feud. If that's how it's going to be, I'm going to wash my hands of both of you, and good riddance."

Heather and Janice both shouted at once, "NO!"

Heather could hardly wait to get fucked by Alan again, especially in the ass. In fact, she was surprised to find her own hands wandering back to defensively clutch and massage her own ass cheeks, as if to soothe and reassure her rear end that Alan would soon be back for more.

Janice, meanwhile, had seen close up how Heather had just had an incredible sexual experience and now she wanted one of her own. If what Heather had was the "consolation prize" then she could hardly imagine what the first prize would be like.

Alan was pleased that he seemed to have some control over the both of them. The truth was, if Janice did spread what happened to the gossip networks, it would not only devastate Heather but also seriously complicate his own life. Calling Heather a cum dumpster would hardly endear him to anyone, especially the female half of the school. He could already imagine Christine hitting him with a barrage of withering insults. Worse, his best friend Sean was so moony over Heather that Sean would hate him. In fact, if Sean merely found out that he'd had sex with Heather, Sean would probably be devastated.

He turned to Heather. "I think it's best if you go. Now. Janice is NOT going to talk. I'll make sure of that. Calm down and take a chill pill. There's no problem here. And one of these days I'll finish what I started with you."

Heather could see the wisdom of leaving. She realized she was too upset to think clearly and she didn't want to say anything in the heat of the moment that could ruin her chances with Alan. She stood up and went to wash up and put her clothes back on.

But she still stewed. "One of these days? What does that mean? Alan, you can't leave me hanging like this!" She was going to plead more, but then she remembered Janice's comment about being "pathetically desperate" and that shut her up.

"Heather, we'll talk later. Don't worry, everything's good. That was fun. I definitely want to cram your butt again – you have a really tight ass."

Heather was greatly mollified by that. That was something she could work with and build on, as she hopefully molded Alan into her anal sex boy toy. She was already scheming on how to find a way to get her anal sex fix from him every day. She continued to clean up and dress while Alan and Janice waited silently for her to finish.

Finally, she was all ready and went to open the door to let herself out. She ignored Janice, but didn't know what to say to Alan. She suddenly felt strange feelings of affection for him, even as her asshole throbbed with a dull burning soreness from his recent violation of her there. To her complete amazement, she sincerely found herself wanting to say intimate things or blow him a kiss in a very girly way. But she didn't, especially since Janice was there. In the end, she just waved, awkwardly, and left.

She walked very funny as she went out the door.

Heather was so weary and her ass was so sore that she went outside to a bench where she could be alone and sit down. She quickly realized though that her ass didn't like that, and she stood back up. She was still all pumped up with anger and at first reflexively directed some of her hate at Alan.

I'm gonna get you for this, Alan Plummer! God dammit, I can't even sit down now, thanks to you. Just how am I supposed to get through my next class, not to mention cheerleading practice? "Sorry girls, someone else is going to have to lead the practice today 'cos Alan fucked my butt way too hard." As if! And Janice is going to be snickering to herself at every visible sign of my anal discomfort, even if she does miraculously keep her big mouth shut.

Oh God! Today's game day! What a nightmare! That's ten times worse. How on Earth am I going to be able to cheerlead in front of so many people when I can barely walk? Damn you, Alan! I'll bet you fucked my ass on game day on purpose, just to rub in your supposed superiority.

Who does he think he is, anyways? He's got some kind of gall! He thinks he's all Mr. Hot Stuff, calling me all those mean things and treating me like a piece of meat. Making me beg. Ha! We'll see who's begging soon, Alan! I can't wait until the tables are turned and I'm slapping his butt and getting him to cry for mercy. Hell, I could fuck HIS ass with a strap-on! Wouldn't that be the best?! You're going to be sorry you ever crossed me. You and Janice. I'll get you both. That's gonna be sweet! I can taste victory already.

She paced in circles around the bench. The other students milling about were going inside because lunch was nearly over. She repeatedly rubbed her ass cheeks, trying to ease the burning sensation she felt between them. The problem was, that burning was slowly turning into an itchy hot feeling, one that she knew couldn't be scratched, except by Alan. Damn. I feel like I'm gonna be walking funny for weeks. Why does that fucker have to fucking fuck so damn fucking good?! It's irritating.

The problem is that Alan is seriously the only real man in this school. He's got what I want. The whole thing was humiliating, but shit, it's so fucking intense. I honestly loved it! I even loved all the names, though if Janice breathes ONE WORD... Shit. Even I can't believe that I loved being called a cum dumpster. He really has some balls. He's completely fearless! The truth is, I have to admire how he played me like a fiddle, playing me against Janice and against my own lusts. He thinks he's some kind of nice guy but the truth is he's a Machiavellian manipulator just like I am. That's a man after my own heart. What's amazing is how he gets just what he wants and still keeps that nice guy nerdy image. Impressive. God, that just makes me want to fuck him even more!

I wonder if I could actually be falling in love. Finally, a real challenge, someone WORTHY of my attention! I'm going to get my revenge and prove that I'm at least his equal. What am I saying? I'm his superior in every way! He'll soon see that all the other girls he fucks are just pathetic wallflowers. Amy? Hah! Nice big butt and decent mams, sure, but that's hardly reason enough to pick her for a girlfriend. What's she got that I don't have, and then some? It can't be her personality since she's a fucking airhead. What's the challenge in HER?

She pounded a fist into an open palm with determination. I'm going to make Alan see that I'm the only one in this school worthy of being his girlfriend. Anyone who stands between Alan and me is going to feel my wrath. Amy is too sweet and innocent to take on directly. There's no sport in it; it would be like taking candy from a baby. But I'll elbow her and the likes of Janice aside soon enough. And then Alan will be mine. All mine! She felt her asshole throb hotly, as if in endorsement.

Meanwhile, as Heather mulled over her options, Alan and Janice still had unfinished business back in the theater room.

As Alan heard Heather close the door, he was reminded to look up at the clock. Oh no. I've got to make this a fast fuck, because I'm going to be late to the psychologist's appointment if I don't hustle. I wonder what's going to happen there? This could be really pivotal.

He turned his attention back to Janice. He noticed that she'd calmed down quite a lot while waiting for Heather to leave. "Are you okay?"

"Thanks for asking. I'm still pissed off at that bitch. To think that she would do all kinds of dreadful things to Joy. I don't care about me, I can defend myself. But attacking at Joy to get at me? That's hitting below the belt."

Alan decided that Janice needed a hug. He was right; she held on to him like a life preserver. They remained hugging like that for a couple of minutes. Finally, the bell rang indicating that there was only five minutes until the start of fifth period.

He pulled away. "Uh oh. Time's up. The bell's not a problem for me cos I'm actually not going back to class. I have a doctor's appointment. But I imagine you've got to go. Sorry the time slipped away."

"What, you don't want to fuck? I'm still up for it. I'm hardly ever late so I can be massively late just this once. The truth is, I'm so stressed out. Heather really upset me. Disturbed me. She talked about killing me, even if it was just a figure of speech. I've found out with my boyfriend that fucking can be a great stress reliever. I NEED this."

"Okay. That's cool. The truth is I need it for the same reason. Of course, the fact that you're in my arms and we're both naked and you're such a hottie and a cutie doesn't hurt."

Janice giggled, happy with his compliments.

He held her tighter and leaned in to her conspiratorially. "Here's another thing you should never tell anyone else. I act all tough around Heather, but the truth is I'm scared of her too. She's one scary bitch, that's for sure!"

Janice sighed with relief. "Really? I'm glad to hear that. I was beginning to think you were superhuman or something. I say that I can defend myself, but that's just a front. I'm soooo not going to talk! I may hate her guts, but I'm not stupid."

The two of them slowly transitioned from comforting each other to making out and then to fucking. It was a relatively quick transition, spurred on by the awareness that she had to get back to class and he had to get to his appointment.

But Alan wasn't in such a hurry that he would overly rush a nice cheerleader fuck. Their sex was gentle and good. It was more making love than fucking. He again made sure to use a condom even though Janice said she was on the pill.

Alan found it a relief after what he did to Heather to make strong yet tender love, with sweet words of inspiration instead of name calling.

They both knew that this wasn't meant to be some kind of virtuoso, athletic sexual performance, but just a low key stress reliever. It turned out to be a very satisfying stress reliever, too.

As Alan fucked, he again pondered the issue of aggressiveness. It seemed to him that with some females, such as Heather, he went too far, and with others, such as his mother, he didn't go far enough. He wondered how he was changing overall, and if he could strike the right balance with everyone.

CHAPTER 11

Meanwhile, back on the Orange County street where the Plummers and Pestridges lived, Suzanne sat alone in her car. She was about to drive off to do some shopping when she found herself overcome with worry. She was somewhat nervous about how things were going between Xania and Susan, but not too nervous. If there had been a major problem, Xania would have called her already. The issue that caused her to worry was imagining what Xania and Alan might do together.

Alan's sexually involved with a LOT of women these days, far too many for him to think of me enough. Xania is a damned good lover. By the time she's done with him, I'll probably be in the back of his mind: "Suzanne? Sure. I remember my Aunt Suzy. She's nice to have around for a good laugh and a blowjob. She's starting to understand her place in things. She does just what I say."

No! That's not how he's going to see me. He has to realize that I love him more than anyone else and that I'm not just another good fuck. This is not just about sex for me, I LOVE him. I really do! He's my cute little Sweetie! He needs to realize that I love him just as much as Susan does! I don't want to take anything away from her, but in my mind, he's my son as much or even more than Brad is. If he doesn't love me back the way I love him, I don't know what I'll do!

Suzanne started to feel the tears flow, but she steeled herself and cut off the urge the cry. She was too proud for that.

It was a mistake to allow Xania to fuck him as part of her reward for doing this. We had a bit of a rivalry back in our college days, always stealing boyfriends from each other. If she tries to steal Alan away from me, there's going to be hell to pay. I've risked everything to be with him. I could go to prison with my schemes, but I'd do it all over again and then some if we could become the lovers we are in my dreams.

I have to reassert my control over this whole situation. It keeps slipping. I've gone far too long without fucking him. Maybe that's my problem. I can't wait any longer. Once I fuck him, he'll realize that the others are fun diversions, but I'm the real deal. I can prove my love with my sexual talent and desire. Not only that, but all schemes aside, I need some satisfaction, dammit! I NEED that deep satisfaction only a profound fucking can provide. I know from the way he plowed my ass that he'll be able to deliver and then some. But this stupid weekend hiking trip of his is ruining everything. There's no way I can wait till Monday.

She pondered for quite a few minutes and then came to a conclusion. Or, maybe ... should I say, this stupid hiking trip of his WAS ruining everything. I think I just figured out a way to get that trip canceled. And with Alan home all weekend, without anything on his schedule, there will be time for the kind of first fuck extravaganza that I've been waiting for. Yes! God, I've been waiting for this SOOOO LONG!

As she began to plot out her plans, something suddenly occurred to Suzanne. Wait a second. The whole point of Susan's visit with Xania is to finally break down the last remaining barriers between mother and son. But what if the visit is TOO successful in that regard? What if they're ready to immediately fuck like bunnies? I'll be completely forgotten! I have to get him to fuck me first. Only after I've secured my place, only then should they fuck.

Suzanne sighed. What a web I've weaved. I've promised not to do any harm to anyone with my schemes, but if Susan is well and truly ready to fuck her son and I try to delay that, then I'm hurting her. And she's my best friend and places her complete trust in me - I can't betray her innocent trust. I just have to hope to God that she leaves Xania with some lingering reservations.

Yes. I'm probably worrying too much. At the very least, Susan is going to ask me for my advice when she comes home, and if I suggest she should wait a few more days to get her head together, is that really so bad? Isn't that the kind of prudent advice I'd give her in any case?

She avoided answering that last question, because she knew the answer would be no. She bit her lip in worry. Well, I know one thing. I hope Alan is rested enough and mentally ready for a roller coaster, because I'm going to fuck him like he's never been fucked! I'm going to fuck him eighteen different ways before Monday, and give him the sexual trip of his life so he'll never forget who the best fucker around here is. This is going to be the best weekend ever!

Feeling better now, Suzanne started her car and pulled out into the road. There was a big smile on her face. Her desire to fuck had dulled her scheming skills and she knew it. But it didn't bother her terribly at the moment because she knew that Alan's penis would be flooding her vagina with cum by tomorrow at the latest. Her face looked content and relaxed, but her hands on the steering wheel trembled in anticipation.  

CHAPTER 12  

Alan was very sexually exhausted and quite hungry. The anal sex with Heather had taken a lot out of him. The "recovery" sex with Janice was good in some ways, but it made him even more weary in others.

But overall, he didn't regret his decision to spend his lunch time getting a blowjob from Glory, fucking Janice, and fucking Heather's ass, instead of eating. He knew that few men would ever get a chance to be with three women in one day, and yet that was just one part of his sexual day. He reminded himself that he was beyond lucky.

So he didn't mind the hunger pangs as he frantically drove up to Los Angeles, hoping that if he hurried he wouldn't be too late to his appointment with the "psychologist" Xania "Goodleigh."

Walking into Xania's office, he was pleased to look at a clock and see that he'd almost made it on time. Susan and Katherine sat in the waiting room, as they had just returned from lunch. Alan looked at his mother and sister and noted, with pleasure, how happy and relaxed they appeared. Obviously the psychologist session had been going very well.

Susan in particular looked like she would slide off her chair and collapse into a puddle if she got any more relaxed.

Alan noticed that she seemed to absent-mindedly rub her own nipples through her dress, which was a common enough sight at home, but an extremely unusual thing for her, or anyone, to be doing in such a semi-public place.

But then she looked up and saw him. She was coherent enough to say, "Tiger, I'm so glad to see you. I think Xania is ready to see you shortly. She's so perceptive! It's incredible. I'm sure you'll find this VERY useful."

He made some small talk with his mother and sister. He wanted very much to greet them with big kisses but realized this wasn't the time or place for that.

Finally, he was called into Xania's office.

Alan was momentarily flabbergasted by Xania's beauty, in the same way Katherine and Susan were when they first met her a few hours earlier. Shit! Her body and even her hair are just like Mom's. She's wearing glasses, too. And she's tall, like Mom. But she has the same sort of sultry and commanding presence that Suzanne has. I thought there could only be two six foot tall, big-titted Amazon sex goddesses on Earth, but it looks like there are three.

Oh my God! She's got such high heels on too. That alone gets me so hard. It's like an invitation saying, "Look at my legs. Don't you want to fuck me?" Jesus, that's a very tight, revealing business suit. What legs! What an ass! How will I be able to concentrate at all, looking at her?

Xania couldn't resist "accidentally" modeling her body for Alan. After they formally shook hands, she made sure to bend over her desk and fiddle with some papers so Alan could really get to know what a nice ass she had.

She was fairly certain that Alan would fuck her before the day was done. It made her smug to know this while Alan remained oblivious. She looked at the bulge in Alan's jeans and was pleased to see a large bulge that wasn't there when he first came into the room.

Xania licked her lips in anticipation of feeling the thick rod now underneath the strained fabric pistoning in and out of her pussy. But soon she took her chair so they could get down to talking.

Alan was relieved that the psychologist couch was facing the opposite direction from Xania so he wouldn't have to look at her all the time and thus could think in her presence. He too, was busy imagining what was hidden beneath her clothing. Her suit was so tight that he didn't have to have that creative of an imagination.

Xania began by saying, "Alan, I know a lot already from the sessions earlier today, so let's cut to the chase. I'm very eager to hear what you have to say. Please tell me about your feelings for your mother and sister."

"Doctor, what I say doesn't leave this room, right?"

"Not without your permission. If for instance, I think there's something I'd like you to share with the others later, I'll ask you first."

"Then I'll be completely honest. Okay. ... I love them both dearly. And that includes strong sexual feelings for both of them. I didn't until my medical condition started, but now that it has, I want to have sex with them. All the way, all the time. A lot of sex. Does that make me pretty messed up?"

Xania gave the same explanation she'd given twice before, that incest being right or wrong depended on the situation and feelings of those involved.

When she was finally done, Alan said, "Then what's the problem? I'm fine with it, so is Katherine, and Susan is too, she just has some lingering feelings of guilt from her overly conservative upbringing. But she'll get over them. She's loosening up daily."

"You may be right," Xania said. "Hopefully we can set some guidelines of where to go from here by the end of the day, since this is our only likely session. Now, I understand that you need sexual relief six times a day, and that you pretty much have to get relief every time you get aroused. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is. You have no idea how difficult it is for a guy to orgasm six times a day, every day of his life! I'll tell you! It's a lot worse than it sounds. " He stretched the truth a little - he didn't have to get relieved every time he got a hard-on. In fact, half his school day he typically suffered with a painful and unrelieved boner.

"As an aside, I couldn't help but notice even through your thick jeans that my explanation just now has made you very aroused. Why is that?" She nodded at his crotch.

Alan looked down. To his consternation, he could see his entire erection clearly outlined. He blushed and made a quick adjustment to cover it. Then, acting like that didn't happen, he replied, "It's because as you talked, I realized that I'm likely to still be able to have sex with Katherine and Susan in the future. And that makes me very relieved, and excited. By the way, do you mind if I unbuckle my belt? Things are really tight down here."

She waved her hand airily, as if he was asking nothing out of the ordinary. "Please do. From the looks of things, you'll need to unzip a bit as well."

"As a matter of fact, now that you mention it, I don't mind if I do." After he got over his initial embarrassment to be showing his bulge so prominently, he got to thinking. Why NOT let it all hang out? Xania is so scorching hot that if I have even the slightest chance to get her interested in me, I should go for it. So he both unbuckled and unzipped. Taking advantage of her lax attitude, he even slid his jeans down some so the entire length of his erection was now straining hard against his boxer shorts.

Acting nonchalant, he continued, "So yeah. Those are very exciting thoughts for me. Plus, as a side effect of my medical treatment, I get aroused and stay aroused very easily these days."

"May I ask, is that the only reason you're aroused?" Xania knew that her body turned him on, and was fishing for a way to get him to admit that.

"Well, no. I was already aroused just from looking at you when I walked in, actually. I have to be honest and say that you're an extremely arousing woman."

"Why thank you." She stared directly at the bulge in his boxers rather than his face.

"I can't believe how you look so similar to Suzanne. Is it true you were college roommates?"

Xania smiled in fond remembrance. "Yes, it's true. We were very close friends back then. People called us 'the dueling tongues.'"

"Um, why?"

Now it was Xania's turn to blush, though it was partly feigned. "Uh, as I said, we were very close. We shared meals, shared clothes, shared the same bed, even." She paused and let the implications of that sink in. "We even shared the same boyfriends at times. You could just imagine some poor guy's shock to walk in our bedroom and find the two of us already in bed, buck naked, breasts grinding into each other as we made out. Aaah. Good times. Crazy times." She lied, "My sex life has been so poor ever since."

Alan could imagine the scene very well. He knew Suzanne wore a slightly difficult hairstyle then and her breasts were a bit smaller before she gave birth, but in other ways she was even sexier than now, with her body more fresh and perfect, like a teenager's. His erection, now pointing up towards his stomach, was already extremely hard, but now it actually strained so much to escape from its confines that it pushed the waistband of his boxers up about two inches.

Xania looked at the dramatic rise in Alan's boxers and raised a curious eyebrow. She seemed surprised, and pretended obliviousness that her own words and sultry sex bomb body had caused his problem.

"I can see that you may have a problem there. I understand from your mother that you could be in severe pain. She had discussed at length with me the severity of what she calls your 'blue balls' condition. I don't have an objection if you take your member out and relieve yourself right here. Let me know if you need a towel or tissues or something."

Alan asked incredulously, "What? Right here? In the middle of our session?" He was hoping to draw some interest from her, eventually, but he couldn't believe what was actually happening at such a fast pace.

"I'm just trying to be understanding of your medical needs. Isn't that how it's supposed to work, with your situation?" She eyed his crotch from across the room, trying to be subtle about it. She again licked her lips as she watched his erection buck up and down like a bucking bronco, causing the waistband to stretch with each new throb. His boxers looked to be on the verge of admitting defeat. It almost seemed like there was a living creature in there, fighting to get out. She'd never seen anything like it.

"Yeah, but I'm not supposed to pleasure myself. Doctor's orders. That's why we're in this fix with Katherine and Susan helping in the first place." Alan was definitely pushing the truth about not being able to pleasure himself, because he wanted to see what Xania would do. He hoped against hope that she would end up with her hands around his penis.

"Oh dear," Xania replied. "So you have to get relief, and you can't do it yourself. I suppose we could bring Susan or Katherine in from the waiting room to help out, but this is a very delicate time as we're discussing issues relating to them. ... And I couldn't talk in confidence to you with someone else in the room. ..."

There was a dramatic pause while Alan waited to see if his remarkable luck would hold and Xania would pleasure him. Meanwhile, Alan slid his boxers and jeans all the way off, hoping the sight of his stiffness could help sway her. He didn't touch it for the moment, but let it point straight up. The glistening pre-cum could be seen from across the room.

Xania stared at it intently. Finally, she coughed and said, "I'm a woman of the world, and I suppose I could give you relief. However, you realize that a psychologist is not supposed to get physically involved with a patient in any way? That leads to all kinds of problems and could even cause me to lose my license. But the rules never considered something like this, what with your urgent medical need for relief, and all. Hmm."

She paused, appearing to be deeply pondering the ethics of the situation.

Finally she got up out of the chair behind her desk and walked towards him on the couch. "Since yours is a one-time-only appointment and we won't be seeing each other ever again, I guess it's okay. But keep this under your hat, okay? Even though this is not really an official consultation, I could still get in a lot of trouble!"

"Okay!" Alan said with delight. He not only enjoyed what she was going to do, but he doubly enjoyed the forbidden aspect. "What about Katherine and Susan in the next room?" He watched her kneel in front of him, and made room for her between his legs.

"The walls are very well soundproofed to ensure confidentiality." That was true. Suzanne had picked such an office anticipating this very type of circumstance. "Now what do you want me to do?"

Alan was like a kid in a candy store. "Let's see. You could use your hand, or your mouth, or let me titfuck your big breasts, or whatever. I'm flexible." He emphasized the whatever, hoping she might want to go for straight intercourse, but he wasn't too hopeful.

"I suppose using my hand would be least disruptive to continuing our conversation." She wrapped her hand around his penis and said, "Now, please continue with your thoughts."

Xania's fingers began to slide up and down. She appeared to be extremely reluctant to jack Alan off and did a very average job, as if she didn't know what she was doing at all.

In actual fact, Suzanne had helped plan this part with Xania. Suzanne had promised the hyper-sexual Xania that there would be good sex in doing the fake psychologist session, and now she was starting to get her promised reward. Part of Suzanne's scheme was for Xania to pretend to be bad at handjobs so she'd have an excuse to do other things later.

Alan spaced out trying to remember where he'd left off, but eventually continued, "Like I was saying, I'm happy to have sex with Mom and Sis. I don't see any problem with it. I hope it keeps going on for ever and ever."

"Won't it interfere with your normal relationships with women?" Xania asked as her hands got slicked up from all the pre-cum at the tip of Alan's penis.

"Hell no! It'll add to them. In fact I've just got a new girlfriend named Amy. The very night we started going out, I had her watch my mom suck my dick. She was learning from Mom, because my mom is such an excellent cocksucker. Amy was totally fine with it, and later that evening they both sucked me off at the same time. In fact, I know she wants a piece of my mom herself. Ditto with her and my sister. They're already going at it intently, licking each other's love boxes every day. Together with Suzanne, whom you know, we make a happy ménage a five, or whatever you call it. Ménage a trois plus two."

"That's truly extraordinary," Xania said as her hand pumped up and down on his penis. She was getting so excited that it was hard to do a bad job.

"You don't know the half of it. I'm having sexual relations with a gorgeous female teacher, and the entire cheerleader squad to boot - including my sister."

"Wait a minute. You're telling me you're having sex with the entire cheerleading squad? I find that hard to believe. Don't some of them have boyfriends?"

He thought about Heather and Rock. "Yes, a few, but that doesn't seem to be a problem. Everybody is happy to help me with my condition. In fact, a good percent of the time I have a conversation with a beautiful woman, they're jacking or sucking me off, just like you are now. My medical problem has been SUCH a blessing in disguise! And so far there's been no big problems I can't handle, like jealousy, or broken hearts, or anything like that. Generally speaking, it's just sex for sex's sake, without implied emotional commitments. And why not? Is there anything wrong with that?" He deliberately downplayed some of his recent problems, but he wasn't completely off the mark. He had a remarkable life.

"I don't know of anything wrong with that," Xania replied as she cupped his balls with a couple of her fingers. "Frankly I've never heard of such a case as yours. Let me think about it for a minute."

Xania thought, with the squishy sounds of her hands sliding up and down Alan's prick the only sounds in the room. Suzanne told me this guy was a stud, but I had no idea. She didn't tell me about the cheerleading squad. I thought it was just his family and hers. But this guy is coating the whole female population of Orange County with his seed! I just HAVE to try him out for myself!

Without consciously realizing it, her hand started to pump him faster as she grew even more excited about getting fucked by him.

That encouraged him to say, "Okay, but while you're thinking, can you suck on my thing for a bit? All this talking about fucking everybody is making me ready to shoot my load."

Xania replied, "All right. We wouldn't want you to make a mess in the office. But while I do that, feel free to continue to express your thoughts about your situation."

She pretended to be bashful, so Alan had to feel his erection into her mouth. She again tried to hide her considerable sexual skill. She acted shocked, as if she couldn't believe that such a big dick could fit inside her mouth. But of course it did.

She had an amazingly long tongue, even longer than Suzanne's, but she tried to hide that too. She refrained from performing her most famous trick, where she could wrap her tongue around a penis like a hand and jack it off inside her mouth. She'd been amused by Susan's ardent desire to go topless, but now she was the one chafing at all the layers of clothing she wore.

But Alan didn't shoot his load. Now that he had Xania agree to suck him, he said, "Oh wait, something I forgot to mention. Just reaching orgasm isn't enough. In order for it to count as one of my daily six times, I need to be stimulated constantly for a minimum of twenty minutes. If I shoot off now, it won't be nearly long enough."

So Xania stopped sucking and went back to jacking him off as they continued to talk. She would periodically lick or suck him and then back off to make sure he'd last long enough. She had a hard time remembering to be untalented, and as time went on more of her talent showed through.

After a while, Alan willed himself to get more flaccid, by thinking about fat ugly men having sex with each other, his favorite trick. "Oh no!" he exclaimed with false surprise. "I'm losing it, just as we were reaching twenty minutes. We can't stop now, can we?"

"Oh dear, what do you want me to do, suck you some more?" Xania asked, also pretending, with false naiveté. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm a very good at handjobs or blowjobs, I'm afraid."

"It would be better if you could take your clothes off. That'll revive me for sure."

"Well... Okay. Maybe if I just unbutton my top a bit. You seem fascinated by my breasts. Hopefully that'll be enough. Any more than that wouldn't be proper for a psychologist to show to a patient."

Alan thought with a snicker, As if showing off her boobs or sucking a penis were proper! Amazing how easy this is. Everywhere I go it's like this. She's starting to sound a lot like Mom did when this all started: "Oh no! Itsh sho impwoper!"

He chuckled at that fond memory of Susan complaining with her mouth full of cock. Alan of course didn't see Suzanne's behind-the-scenes hands, manipulating events like this. The odds of even a handsome and virile boy like Alan having a real lady psychologist give him a blowjob was next to zero.

Xania stood up and undid her bra. She hefted her large tits in her hands. "Do these arouse you? I'll bet they do. People tell me they're big. Good thing the door is locked. At least I think it's locked. I'd hate for Susan to see me like this. She might find it unprofessional, but I'm just trying to help you out. I think she would understand, though, because she told me some about how she spends so much time each day with your hard-on in her mouth, trying to get you to cum. She sounds like a very caring mother."

Alan could hardly believe it - Xania didn't seem bothered by incestuous sex in the least. But he tried to play it cool and just replied, excitedly, "Yes! That she is!"

The two continued casually talking about a number of serious subjects while Xania continued to jack him off in her topless state. She could only suck him when he gave long answers to questions, because she had to hold up her end of the discussion.

CHAPTER 13

After a while, Xania grew honestly impressed at Alan's staying power, not to mention his ability to keep talking coherently under such circumstances.

Finally, she interrupted their conversation and said, "I'm trying to do my best to assist you, but what I'm doing with my hands and mouth is highly distracting to our discussion. And tiring. It's been well over twenty minutes. What does it take to make you orgasm, for God's sake?"

"I hate to sound unappreciative, but your handjobs and blowjobs don't compare with the others I've been having lately. My mom really knows how to get me off with all the little things she does with her tongue. Actually, Suzanne is even better. But you don't know what I like. Plus, all the sexual experience has given me a ton of staying power." Alan thought there would be no harm in going for the gold. "If you don't mind, I have some condoms on me. After a bit of real sex, I'm sure we can finish this up pretty quickly."

"This is unbelievable!" Xania said in mock dismay. In actual fact, Suzanne assured her that all she had to do was get Alan started and he would quickly find a way into her pants, and she was delighted that her friend was so right.

"I'm a professional psychologist, not some kind of hussy! ... On the other hand, if that's the only thing that will finally cure you of your current condition, then I guess I have no choice. This could actually be a good thing, because it helps me better understand how Susan arrived at her unusual situation. Everyone says you're an incredible lover, and that could be an important factor for me to fully understand. Experiential learning. Already, I'm beginning to understand why you have so many women helping out."

Xania impressed herself with her ability to keep a level tone and not give her arousal away too much by heavy breathing. But her hard nipples, at least, were impossible to hide.

She took off her panties, and slid her dress up. She didn't take off more clothes in case she needed to make herself decent in a hurry, with Susan just one locked door away. She was already on the pill but slipped a condom over Alan's penis just to be on the safe side.

Then she pushed Alan's penis inside her slit without further ado. "Now, just because we're having intercourse, don't let that stop you from explaining your feelings. Please continue."

"Well doctor, I have one big problem in particular," Alan said in a serious tone.

"I see. Please go on." Xania maintained her professional tone even as she lowered herself onto Alan's spear. She pushed herself down and down and down, sliding the penis up into her vagina in one long, slow, exquisitely pleasurable stroke.

"Um, it's really embarrassing, but I have this strong urge to fuck my psychologist, even though I've only seen her for not even one full session." He reached behind her and aggressively grabbed her ass cheeks.

"Ha-ha. Very funny," Xania said with a poker face as she started to steadily ride Alan's penis. Secretly Xania was amused, not to mention ecstatic at the way Alan continued to fill her hole with so much cock even as they maintained a casual conversation. He'd gotten quite good at talking while doing very sexual things, even fucking.

Once the two of them found a rhythm, the tempo started to increase until Alan's penis was but a blur as it flew in and out of her pussy.

Xania was good at sex and possibly even more experienced at it than Suzanne. She wasn't holding back and pretending to be average any longer. She had a way of rotating her hips that made it seem like she was quadruple jointed. She churned her body around on his shaft in delightful ways that Alan had never felt before.

Pretending much more sexual innocence than she had, she lied, "Ah, it's all coming back to me now. I haven't had a boyfriend, haven't had sex, in ages! You like what I'm doing with my hips? Even Suzanne can't do this. People say I should be a belly dancer."

"Xania! I love it!" Alan tried with all his might to hold out with his PC muscle because he wanted to impress her with his staying power. But there seemed to be no defense to her hip grinding. He knew Susan and Katherine were in the adjacent room, but he couldn't stop himself from shouting loudly, "Sweet Jesus! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!"

And he came. He reached up and grabbed Xania's breasts like they were hand holds as he grunted and pumped his seed into the condom. It was a good thing that he was lying down while she was sitting on top of him because otherwise he would have dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

In a sense Xania was disappointed at how quickly he came once they started fucking, but she realized that was only the end of an incredibly long amount of hand and blowjobs. Plus, she knew that no man could resist her hip grinding technique once she got going. She didn't get the great big climax she was looking for, but she was happy that she enjoyed three small climaxes before it ended.

She put her clothes back on and maintained her professional demeanor, as if nothing unusual had happened. In fact, she was able to maintain her demeanor all through the fucking, as if she were merely doing something innocuous while talking like clicking her pen, and not bouncing up and down on a penis. It was like a game to her, to see if she could keep acting blasé.

Her post-fuck diagnosis was something Suzanne told her she was going to say, but she really felt it. "Alan, I'm no virgin. I've slept around, especially in my wild college days. But you are a great fuck. Given that you fuck so well, I fully sympathize with Katherine and Susan's positions. I'm not only going to tell them that fucking you is okay, but I'll strongly recommend that you do it to them hard and often. I get the sense that a lot of Susan's moral dilemmas will melt away after you've ridden her all night long."

"Really?" Alan still couldn't believe his luck. He'd never met a psychologist before, but he had no idea that they were allowed to recommend "riding" one's mother all night long.

Xania could read his incredulity. "Alan, as I may have told you, I'm an unorthodox psychologist, with a specialty as sex therapist. Suzanne arranged this meeting so everything is off the books and I'm technically here as just a private citizen speaking my mind. I'm not afraid of sex and I understand it can be healing. Do you doubt that I'm right, that Susan needs to be thoroughly impaled by you, her son, for her to get her head together?"

"No," Alan answered. "I'm just amazed that you're so blunt and honest. I thought you'd recommend anti-depression pills or something. I mean, Jesus. We're talking about motherfucking."

"I know we are. But I call them as I see 'em. Technically, incest is against the law, so officially you didn't hear it from me, you understand? Give it to her good, and your sister too. Don't let it go to your head though, because part of your charm is your politeness and modest manner."

Alan thought somewhat ruefully, Tell that to Heather, but he was very pleased. In fact, as he thought about it, he grew positively elated. Not only was he given the perfect advice, but he got to fuck a Suzanne clone with demonic hip control.

Alan was sent back out to the waiting room. He was under strict instructions not to say anything about what had happened or been said.

Katherine appeared to be bored, reading some old magazine.

Susan, on the other hand, was staring intently out the window.

Alan had to snap his fingers several times to bring her back to the here and now so he could tell her that it was her turn.

CHAPTER 14

Xania watched Susan come in from the waiting room and then closed the door behind her. She turned to Susan and said, "Well, aren't you going to give me a hello kiss?"

Susan fully came to life from her lingering sexual daydreams. "Oh. Right."

The two of them locked lips. Xania couldn't help but play with the buxom woman's tits a little bit. She thought, If I really were a psychologist, this is definitely the way to way to conduct counseling sessions! I'd just have to make sure all my clients looked as attractive as the Plummer family does.

Midway through the kiss, she noted, "Susan, now that you're back here in the office, don't you want to make yourself more comfortable?"

Susan wasn't thinking too sharply lately and just stared dumbly. She could smell the odor of sex in the office, but wrongly guessed it was caused by her earlier activities there. She could smell Alan's essence like a shark detecting blood in the water from miles away, but assumed it was her obsessive imagination. She was so distracted by this smell that she merely blinked and said, "Beg your pardon?"

Xania prodded, "You know, in your chest area."

Susan smiled in happy understanding and opened up her blouse so her ample jugs could spring free.

Xania's hands immediately started to grope.

Susan seemed not to mind in the slightest, and in fact it seemed she expected it and welcomed it.

It took all of Xania's strength to (eventually) pull away and sit down. Had she not just climaxed repeatedly from fucking Alan, she would have been helpless to stop herself from exploring every inch of Susan's body. She actually had the chutzpah to ask, as if she was doing Susan a big favor by playing with her body, "There, now don't you feel better and more relaxed?"

"Definitely." Susan lay down on the couch again, her breasts still exposed. She remained extremely relaxed and open to Xania's suggestions. "I was so worried about coming here. But Dr. Goodleigh, you've just been sooo helpful and wonderful. I already can't thank you enough."

"Susan," Xania said in a level tone, "Please. Call me Xania. I've just had a very penetrating discussion with Alan. Extremely penetrating and probing. I think I understand the position you're often in much better now. Alan and Katherine were very frank with me, and have allowed me to tell you all the ins and outs of what they told me. Both say they have no problem having sex with each other or with you, and I believe them. In particular, Alan really pounded his sexual position into me most emphatically. I think I have his position well in hand now."

Suzanne had told Xania that Susan was slow on the uptake with double entendres, and Xania took full advantage of that fact. She was most amused. She was beyond pleased at how the day had gone so far; she truly hadn't had this much fun in years.

Susan asked, "So what you're saying is that it's okay to commit incest with them? Both of them even?"

"Let's not use the word incest, since that's such a loaded term. Plus, they're not related to you or each other genetically. I'm just saying that it's up to you. But I don't see any serious psychological problems on their side, if they continue to handle this in a mature fashion."

"Oh doctor! That's so wonderful!" Susan grabbed both of her bare breasts and clutched them tightly.

"Hold on. I do see some things that need fixing, however. For instance, your sense of losing control of the situation, of helplessly falling down a slippery slope of desire. We need to discuss how you can assert greater control in your life. Someone needs to drill some discipline into you. You definitely need a good drilling."

She decided to have more fun with the obviously verbally naïve Susan. "Or, instead of a slippery slope, we can picture it as a tunnel. You were going down a tunnel of despair, weren't you?"

"Oh yes." Susan nodded her head emphatically, which caused the usual jiggles. Xania found herself talking to Susan's chest.

"You went deeper and deeper down that tunnel. No relief from the daily grind. But then you pulled out, right? You would change your attitude and pull out."

"Yes."

"But then you'd find yourself plunging in again. And then out. In and out of the slippery sloped tunnel. That especially typifies your relationship with Alan, correct? In and out of the slippery tunnel, over and over?"

"Oh yes!" Susan found the room getting hotter, though she couldn't figure out why. It seemed that being merely topless wasn't enough. Her skirt and undies chafed at her skin, and she pulled on them nervously.

Xania just thought, Damn this is fun. I can't believe she hasn't seen through my double meanings! How can a woman be so sexually innocent yet such an incestuous nymphomaniac? I will not be able to thank Suzanne enough for this day. This woman is such a sex bomb. It's a good thing Alan totally wiped me out with an excellent fucking. As tired as I am, I'm still sorely tempted to get up and do this gorgeous nympho, who's just sitting there, tormenting me with her naked tits.

I should talk to Suzanne about having a follow-up session. Yes. A follow-up with no limits on what I can do to the whole family. Yes! That's a most excellent idea! I'll hold off now if I can really go to town later. Who knows, I might even be able to give them some good advice along the way.

CHAPTER 15

Xania talked to Susan for another half hour. She mostly discussed how Susan could overcome her mental barriers to being fucked by her son. She kept her sexually aroused all the while by using increasingly blatant sexual language. For instance, she'd ask, "How do you feel about having your son fill your hot box with his thick and manly cock?" instead of "How do you feel about having sexual intercourse with your son?" She found that the more aroused Susan was the more impressionable she was, and she used that to her advantage.

Xania finally concluded the session with a big, long, juicy kiss, helped her close up her blouse, and then sent her back to the waiting room. She left Susan walking on air and hot as a blast furnace.

Then she called on Katherine and Alan to come in together.

Once the two siblings were in her office, Xania went back out to the waiting room to briefly talk to Susan.

Xania commented, as Susan settled down into a chair, "Susan, I'm going to need you to stay relaxed for another session later. Remember what you were saying earlier, how being topless helps you relax? Well, I can assure you no one else is going to come here to this waiting room today."

"Okay, doctor." Susan had her shirt on for only a minute or so, but began unbuttoning her shirt.

Xania looked at the topless mother and thought, If this woman ever wanted to make it in Hollywood, she could go so damn far. I've always been held back by my naturally sinful and slutty looks. At least that's what they say. And they say my tits are so big that they're intimidating and I'm only good for porn films or wanna be porn films. But Susan has such a naturally wholesome look, and at the same time she's so sexy! She would have the town eating out of her hand.

Inspired, Xania decided to push her luck a bit. She said took a "Good Housekeeping" magazine out of Susan's hands and said to the buxom mother, "You must be bored with those old magazines. Remember what I said earlier about how you should envision your Alan fantasy as much as possible? Now's a good time."

Susan looked up in surprise. "But, but, if I start I won't be able to control myself! I'll make a big mess all over your nice chair. And my children will see when they come out. It'll be so embarrassing!"

"Don't worry. We have plastic seating. And I'll cover for you. They won't know."

Susan still seemed doubtful and looked around as if expecting to find a secret camera watching her.

Xania tried a different tack. "Aren't you a sex cow? Sex cows have to make a lot of pussy juice, all day long, don't they? That way, Alan can drink up your pussy juice when he isn't filling his mouth with all the milk gushing from your nipples. Isn't that right, my little sex cow?"

That definitely made an impression on the sex-addled mother. Her eyes brightened in a flash. "Oh yes! You're right. It's my duty to cum hard all over this chair for my cattle prod. Uh, I meant, for my son, and his, uh, prod. You're so UNDERSTANDING!" Susan was so excited with these sex cow ideas that she started to remove her layers of clothing to get to her pussy even while Xania still stood there.

Xania admonished, "Don't forget: visualization exercises. You and Alan fucking. Think of him as a big strong bull mounting his favorite cow. Have fun." She winked and walked back into her office just as Susan plunged two fingers into her pussy.

Back inside, Xania saw Alan and Katherine as they sat on the couch next to each other. With Katherine there, she couldn't be sexually free with Alan or take off any clothes. But she resolved to change that soon enough.

She said, "Both of you may be glad to hear that I think it's okay if your mother has sex with you two. She seems to feel much better about the idea as well."

"Woo-hoo!" they both said as they high-fived each other.

"Great!" said Alan. "I certainly wasn't expecting THIS today! This is like, getting into my favorite college, only better!"

Katherine pointed out, "And if you're laying your pipe into Mom on a daily basis, then she can't complain if you stuff your little sister, too! She may be hypocritical at times, but she can't deny that!"

That led to another high-five.

"But there are some problems," Xania continued before the two teenagers got too excited. "Katherine, the chief problem I see with you is the issue of jealousy. Alan is sleeping with many different women, and you feel that you should be number one with him, and have sole possession of him. Isn't that correct?"

"Um, not sole possession exactly. I don't feel jealous when he's with other women at all."

Alan coughed significantly as she finished that sentence. Obviously he disagreed.

Katherine didn't seem to notice and kept talking. "But I want to have a special place in his heart."

Alan said, "She calls herself my 'number one fuck toy.' I think it's great." Then he frowned. "Although, there are times when I wonder if she might go overboard a little bit."

Xania looked deadly serious. "Interesting. Number one implies exclusivity. I think you do feel jealous when he's with other women."

Katherine shook her head emphatically in denial. "No, I don't. I let him fuck whomever he wants."

"I think you do," Xania insisted.

"I said I don't!" Deep down she knew she was jealous, but she wasn't about to admit it to this stranger. "In fact, I'm open to helping him find 'fresh fuck meat', as we say in our house. I totally helped him get in Kim's pants, and others. She's another cheerleader, by the way."

"Yes, but you don't find someone like Kim a threat, do you? What if there's a girl or woman who directly threatens your position, or takes time away that he could be spending filling you up with fresh semen?"

Katherine immediately thought of Amy and her resentment of Amy's official girlfriend position. She'd started out helping Alan with Amy, thinking the two of them could have some innocent fun with her, but Amy had leapfrogged to an important place in Alan's heart. but she said defiantly, "Ain't going to happen. Alan loves me."

"You ARE jealous," Xania insisted. "I'm sure of it now. In fact, I'll prove it to you. We can't solve your problem until you admit you have one. Why don't we do a little role-playing? This will definitely be very unorthodox, but I'm willing to improvise in whatever way it takes to achieve results. What do you think about the fact that I helped Alan reach orgasm in my earlier session with him, Katherine? Does that make you jealous?"

Katherine fired a quick glance at her brother and saw him looking uncharacteristically smug. "You did? Wow! I thought that was illegal for psychologists or something. ... But no, it doesn't."

"Not even a little bit?"

"No." She straightened her back imperially, as if the very idea was an affront to her dignity.

"So you wouldn't mind if I sexually please him right now, in front of you?"

"No. Knock yourself out. I've watched enough times. It's like water off a duck's back. God knows he needs all the help he can get."

"Okay, then. We'll see if you're right. Alan, please take your jeans off. I assume a well-hung boy like you will have no trouble getting aroused? ... Ah, I see I'm not disappointed."

Alan indeed was sporting a big woody. There were already a few droplets of pre-cum at the tip.

Xania began to jack Alan off, and then asked Katherine if that made her jealous.

Katherine said no.

Xania took all of her clothes off below her waist, but rather perversely remained dressed from above her waist. She said to Katherine, "Okay, now I'm going to suck his cock."

"Go ahead."

"You sure?" Xania asked as her slicked up hand sloshed up and down Alan's penis.

"Knock yourself out," Katherine answered bitterly.

Xania squatted down in front of a now standing Alan. As she flicked her tongue at the tip of his penis head, she asked, "This doesn't make you jealous?"

"No, already! Geez."

"Okay, if you're sure..." Xania started sucking him off. All the while, she looked over her shoulder as much as she could to gauge Katherine's reaction.

"I'm sure," Katherine said huffily after watching the cocksucking for about a minute. "I told you this doesn't bother me. Do you believe me now?"

A couple of minutes later Xania finally took Alan's penis out of her mouth and replied with a simple, "No."

Katherine rolled her eyes again, unwilling to admit to herself that her jealousy was rising as steadily as her arousal.

Then Xania took off all of her clothes, poured a copious amount of baby oil into her deep cleavage, and had him titfuck her. She was glad neither of the Plummer children thought to ask why a psychologist would keep a bottle of baby oil in her desk.

Katherine still insisted that she didn't mind and she didn't care. By this time Katherine definitely wanted to take off her own clothes and join in or at least pleasure herself, but Xania made it clear that wasn't allowed during the exercise.

Alan still hadn't cum yet, although he was practically out of his mind enjoying the constant arousal. It was a bit cruel, but somehow, watching a steaming jealous Katherine pretend not to mind while he slid his stiffness in and out of Xania's big rack made the sexual pleasure that much better.

Finally, without asking Alan, Xania rolled over on top of him and guided his penis deep into her pussy, this time without a condom. "What do you think now, Katherine? Does this make you jealous?" As she started to ride atop Alan's engorged member, she luxuriated in the sensation of feeling his naked penis inside her warm and wanting pussy. She thought, I could definitely get used to this kid. Definitely!

"No! I tell you, it doesn't!" Katherine said, but her face was angry and positively burning with envy by now. She looked at Alan and wondered why he wasn't saying anything at all. He was trying to keep his face as neutral as he could, though it was hard not to let slip how much fun he was having. She wasn't aware of his strategy of shutting up in these kinds of situations.

"Don't be so stubborn. It's okay to admit some jealousy. Alan won't love you any less. And by the way, feel free to take off your clothes if it makes you feel more comfortable." Xania started to bounce up and down on Alan's engorged pole in a most distracting manner. She drove Alan's penis in and out as she did all the work.

Katherine couldn't stop staring at where Xania and her brother were joined. "Oh, okay, dammit! I'll admit I'm a bit jealous! But did you really have to go through all that just to get me to say that?!"

"I suppose not," Xania admitted, with a sly smile. Addressing Alan, she asked, "Do you have another one of those condoms? Unless you're planning on making me pregnant." She winked. "But I think we should discuss that first."

"ANOTHER?" Katherine said hotly, in more ways than one. She began loosening her clothes and scooting ever closer. Hearing Xania talk about getting knocked up drove her over the edge of unabashed arousal.

Xania thought to herself, Oops, but to Katherine she said, "I said that to see if it would get a rise out of you. It did."

Katherine was pulling her clothes off frantically now. "Very clever. Though I feel sorry for you. A condom? Hah! You haven't been ridden by him unless you've been ridden bareback. But now that you've gotten me to admit some jealousy, why do you have to go through with sex with him?"

"I also am trying to help Alan reach his six times a day."

"You're really the altruistic Mother Teresa of psychiatry!" Katherine said sarcastically. Then she added huffily, "But I can help him as much as you can, and do it much better, I'll have you know!" She tossed her shirt across the room.

"Fine then. Join in if you feel like it. I don't care. My point has been made. You're jealous and you go to absurd lengths to deny it."

Katherine immediately stripped off the rest of her clothes and got right next to Xania and Alan. At first she didn't know how to join in or what Xania would allow her to do.

But then Xania pulled Alan's ever-ready penis out of herself and used her hands to put it in Katherine. The good "doctor" repositioned herself so Alan could suck on her tits while he pumped into his sister. Xania refrained from touching Katherine sexually, though she wanted to. Suzanne had her under strict orders to not get sexually involved with Susan or Katherine.

Alan fucked his sister for a few minutes, then took a "strategic break" to rest his overheated erection. They used the opportunity to change positions.

Katherine got up on the couch so her ass could hang high up in the air.

Alan got behind her so he could fuck her from behind.

Xania, who was more calmed down now, took the opportunity lecture to Katherine, "Did you notice how I unselfishly handed Alan over to you? I did that to make a point. Given that Alan sleeps with so many women, you need to be similarly unselfish or you will eventually become consumed with jealousy. As his sister, you'll always have a special place at the top of his list along with his mother. The incest taboo alone is a great lure he will never tire of, and your bonds of love are deep. So don't worry. And by being unselfish, you yourself can reap the rewards, as this threesome illustrates. I've got to take a little rest of my own, but I'll have you know I'm fully bisexual. "

"Wow, that's a pretty cool lesson, I gotta admit," Katherine said casually as she pushed herself backwards onto her brother's stiff member. "Coming to a psychologist was not such a bad thing after all."

"Coming IN a psychologist isn't such a bad thing after all, either," Alan blurted out loud.

Everyone laughed, helping to lighten the mood.

Xania was pretty impressed with herself as well. The entire session with Katherine and Alan together was something she'd made up on the spot, and not something Suzanne had coached her to do. Hot sex and a good lesson for Katherine to think about! What a fun day this has been. If there was ever such a thing as a sex psychologist, I think I'd be pretty damned good at it.

Out loud, she said, "I expect this to be the first and last time where I use sex as a learning tool. But Katherine, I understand you have a football game to cheer for. If you leave now, I think you'll be able to catch some of it."

"Oh, right. Thanks!" Katherine was rather hoping for more "lessons" from Xania, but then thought of her responsibilities - the other cheerleaders were counting on her. She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Big Psychologist-slaying Brother, could you cum quickly for me? I've gotta run, and I want to feel your seed sloshing around inside my cunny during the long drive home."

"No prob, Sis." Alan resumed fucking his sister, and at a faster pace.

At the same time, he stuck fingers in Xania's pussy and asshole, and sawed her in time in both holes.

Within minutes all three of them were on the verge of cumming. Alan usually felt the need to prolong his climax as long as possible. He saw having to cum as a sign of defeat, and it usually meant the sex session was over. But he liked times like this when circumstances forced him to cum as soon as possible.

Alan thrust into his sister's pussy a few more times before he let himself go with an exceptionally loud grunt. After having used a condom so much in one day, it felt great to shoot his seed straight into his sister's pussy.

As soon as Xania and Katherine realized that Alan was cumming, they let their climaxes overtake them, too. Katherine's climax caused her pussy to tighten so much around Alan's penis that it seemed to double his pleasure and squeeze even more cum out of him.

Alan pulled his dick from his sister's slick mound and, when he did, a river of his cum flowed out obscenely. He roughly guessed that it had been over a week since he'd last fucked his sister. He mused that that had been far too long. He shared her hopeful vision that if he could fuck Susan, they wouldn't have to sneak around any more.

Katherine kissed her brother deeply and appreciatively, and made to rush out the door. "We'll talk later, Bro! You have NO idea how I've been counting the days and the hours, waiting for the feeling of you inside me, Big French Loaf Brother! Thank you! Mom is so gonna be styling, I just know it." She continued to wiggle into her shorts as she crossed the room to the door.

Xania raised an eyebrow after Katherine left. "'Big French Loaf Brother?'" She suppressed a chuckle.

"It's a long story. Think phallic-shaped objects." Alan felt a tang of sadness, realizing from Katherine's description of counting the hours how much more sex with him meant to her than it did to him. He had too many other targets to get as excited.

With a start, Xania remembered Susan out in the waiting room, most likely still practicing her "mental exercises." She didn't want Katherine to see her mother in that condition, lest the daughter think that Susan wasn't actually properly treated by a real psychiatrist.

So, just as Katherine finished dressing and put her hands on the door to go, Xania cried, "Wait! Stay here."

Katherine stopped, puzzled.

Xania explained to her that she had to say something to Susan first, and then went out to the waiting room without allowing Katherine to even look past the door.

Xania found Susan slumped in her chair, barely wearing any clothes. She still wore her blouse only in the sense that it was still hanging down one of her arms. Her dress was bunched up around her stomach. She looked to be asleep and had an expression of complete exhaustion, like she'd just run a marathon. She sat in a very large puddle of cum, and her thighs and butt were covered with sticky goo.

Xania shook her on the shoulder.

"What?" Susan said, suddenly sitting up. She'd fallen asleep with one hand on a tit and the other on her bush. Both hands were as sticky with her juices as the puddle down below in the chair. Her hair was a mess and she generally looked bedraggled and sweaty.

Xania tried to keep a smirk off of her face. "Looks like you've been following my suggestion a bit too enthusiastically. Can you get yourself in order? Your daughter is in a rush to go. If you could at least hide the puddle a bit, and pull up your dress from the floor..."

Susan blushed and tried to cover up. Every movement she made created obscene squishy sounds. "Oh! Sorry! This is so embarrassing!"

"You know, there's a bathroom where you could clean up," Xania suggested.

A couple minutes later, Xania was back in her office with just Alan.

He was still lazily putting his clothes back on. He asked, "Now what, doctor? Are you going to bring my mother back in here to talk to her some more?"

"Yes I am."

She thought to herself, After quite a bit more hello and good-bye kissing, heh-heh. And I think I'll watch her cum a bit more, if she still has any energy left. Behind this big desk, she won't be able to see what my hands are doing in my lap. Too bad I can't touch her, but it's the least I can do to follow Suzanne's rules after being given the treat of this fun day. I can't thank Suzanne enough for arranging the whole thing! I swear to God, I haven't had this much sexual fun in years, and I've only been with this bunch for a couple of hours. I can't imagine how they can keep up this pace all the time. It's like a fiery tornado of lust blowing past me!

She maintained her outward composure and continued, "But what you and I did here physically is a secret from her, okay? She might have some jealousy issues too, but she wouldn't be ready for such a role play today. Same thing goes for what you did with your sister. Let Susan discover that in her own time, when she's ready. I have a feeling you're a good judge of that. You strike me as unusually mature for your age."

"Yeah, okay. Some people say I am, but I don't think so."

"You're modest, too. How cute." Xania stare at him with an amused smile so long that Alan had to turn away.

Then she said, "I must admit the sex with you wasn't strictly professional. Your mother and your sister kept raving about how sexually fantastic you are. So I just had to see for myself how well you filled me up. It was great, but they really raved about the taste of your cum in particular, and even after I sucked until my jaws are sore all I've gotten so far is some of your pre-cum. I'd like to swallow a whole creamy load. After I talk to your mother some more, would you be up for a final fuck and blow session to see just how much I can swallow? Do you think you could get it up again?"

Alan smiled but shook his head. He joked, "I think I should start charging a couple hundred dollars an hour for my services. I wish I could, I wish I could stay here all day with you, but unfortunately my body has hit its limit."

He thought, Xania is pretty cool. I can see she's a lot like Suzanne in another way - once you get her going, she's sexually insatiable. And to think how much I worried last night about going to see a psychologist!

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