CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, Nov. 16)

Alan woke up around eleven o'clock after sleeping nearly twelve hours. Combined with his two naps and sleeping during the movie, he'd fully caught up on what felt like a slept debt that had been building up for weeks. If anything, he'd had too much sleep, and felt groggy. It was the perfect kind of lazy mood to spend the day doing nothing of importance.

He considered going in his robe but decided that might prove too tempting for the others. As he put on his shirt and shorts, he thought, Let's see. Yesterday I came ... fives times. It's seems more, though. Considering how much I slept, it seems I was either sleeping or cumming the whole day long. But today I'm gonna go once or maybe twice. Two is the max, definitely. I can't go cold turkey with all this sexy ripe flesh around, that's for sure. But today will be my big vacation day.

Meanwhile, Susan and Suzanne had a good long talk in the kitchen as they waited for Alan to awake. The two were only alone together a short time the night before, and most of that was filled with Susan's description of Akami's visit.

Suzanne had heard most of what happened at the psychologist's office by talking to Xania on the phone the night before, but she wanted to hear Susan's version of events. After a healthy and prolonged good morning French kiss with her best friend, she asked Susan, "So how was the visit with Xania? Good, I assume?"

"Good. Excellent actually, but exhausting! You mentioned that she was a sex therapist, but I had no idea there's so much actual sex in a therapy session! She made me masturbate so much that I could barely walk out of there. My legs were wobbly and dripping with juices, as usual. Actually, now that I think about it, it wasn't that different from just staying at home, in that respect. Non-stop masturbation!" She giggled. "But her advice was really good."

Suzanne was very proud of herself. Susan talked extensively, and Suzanne learned that most everything with the psychologist visit went exactly according to plan, and in some cases things went even better than expected. Xania had shown a natural talent for improvising.

In Suzanne's opinion, Xania had let things get far too sexual, especially with the improvised "visualization exercises" she made Susan do. Suzanne was fairly amazed that Susan didn't find it very odd that she'd spent most of the appointment topless and/or masturbating. It goes to show how far removed Susan is from the real world. If she has to go out shopping or something, it must be like Rip Van Winkle waking up, because she's in this sexual world, fucking herself and sucking cock all day. Just like Akami's visit yesterday, for instance. Susan probably didn't even blink an eye when Akami started to suck Alan's cock. She's gotten to the point where she finds it perfectly natural and right that beautiful women suck her son's cock when they get near him.

She's totally sexed up. I may be creating a monster of sorts, but I've got to keep her like that until she gives in completely to Alan. I've got to keep doing everything I can to keep her in that non-stop sex world; I'll even keep doing all her grocery shopping. It's a never ending task to keep her from something jarring that will snap her out of her erotic fog, until the changes become permanent. But it'll be so worth it. If things go too far, I can also scale her back a little bit, later.

Actually, now that I put in that way, these "visualization exercises" are perfect. I should have come up with that myself, but I wouldn't have believed she'd have fallen for it. Sometimes I forget just how naïve she is. I'm going to have to remind her to practice those very regularly.

The only problem was that the counseling sessions with Xania had gone so well that Susan wanted to have further sessions with her, despite the long drive to her "office." In Xania's phone call to Suzanne after Susan left, Xania was very insistent and enthusiastic about that idea, too (no doubt because she wanted to have sex with Susan). But having another appointment would be hard to do. For instance, everything in the office was already packed up and soon to be gone.

Suzanne figured that issue was something she could deal with later. Her immediate interest was to find out what Susan's new attitude towards sex would be. For the time being, Suzanne resisted doing much more than French kiss greetings to give Susan some space.

Once Susan finished her long story of the psychologist session, Suzanne asked, "So Susan, here's the big question. Now that the psychologist condones your actions, what are you going to do with Alan, physically?"

"Yes. Now we finally come to it. That's the exciting part, Suzanne! I've been holding it in, waiting for you to ask! I still wasn't 100 percent sure after I left Xania, but then I talked it over briefly with Akami and she confirmed it for me. I MUST have sex with my son! It's not even for me to decide. My body belongs to him. Alan is in complete control and it's obviously what he wants, so I want it too. My entire purpose in life now is to sexually please him." She spoke with complete certainty.

"But even without that, I want it so bad. Now I'm gonna have it! It's all clicked into place. All my prudish and absurd childhood teachings have fallen away and I'm totally free. I'm free! It's so great. It didn't really dawn on me until I went to bed last night. It was like a wave of peace swept over me. I've felt so mentally split, for weeks. But now I feel a sense of wholeness. I don't have any guilt any more. Not a bit. Isn't it great?"

She clutched both of Suzanne's hands tightly, and then the two of them hugged a very long hug.

Suzanne pretended to be happy for her friend, but inwardly she worried. Suzanne, you've been far too successful this time. Damn! What am I going to do now? How it is that I scheme so much and still don't wind up on top? At least she feels whole again. I feel good about that, at least. Actually, this is great news if only I can get Alan to realize that I'm the one that loves him the most and that he has to love me the most. Everything else is still on track, except for that one thing.

The hug ended. Suzanne faked enthusiasm and said, "That's great. When are the two of you going to do the deed?"

"Shucks. That's the one snag. Akami made it clear that I should agree to Alan's request and let him take it easy all weekend. And of course if Alan wants it, then I must obey in any case. I feel so happy, now that I realize my life - and my body - is entirely in his hands."

Suzanne was disturbed to hear this, not least because she considered herself to have considerable influence over Susan. She didn't want Alan running everything. "But you're his mother. Certainly you have to remain in charge?"

"Well, yeah. With non-sexual things, certainly. My favorite thing Xania said was when she talked about the need for me to assert more control. I need to be in control of the situation. After all, this is my house, and I'm the mother. That's one thing that was really bothering me, the feeling of constantly sliding down a slippery slope, and losing control. In recent weeks I'd mostly gotten over my concerns about the morality of incest and my main worry was that I would lose my dignity and become a total slut. Alan wants to be proud of his mother, and I want him to be proud of me. I don't want to let him down. But then I realized I just have to make a sharp division between the sexual and non-sexual. When it comes to something like telling him to clean his room, I have to stand firm. But when it comes to something like sucking his cock, I have to stand firm, but in a different way. Firm tits. Firm nipples. Firm ass. You know what I mean?" She giggled and laughed mirthfully.

Suzanne queried, "So, in other words, you want him to take over completely, sexually?"

"Yes. I NEED him to dominate me sexually. I absolutely MUST serve him. I realized that's just the type of person I am. It makes me SO HOT just to think about it. You know what turns me on most of all? When he orders me around and says something like 'assume the position.' I cream right then and there. I'm so proud of my body. So proud of my tits. Soon I'll be proud of my cunt, when it learns that its purpose in life is to be there for Alan to fill at any time."

Suzanne was disturbed, but couldn't help but getting turned on at the same time. She asked, "But certainly being so subservient in that, don't you think that will carry over into other things? How can you force him to clean his room when you're begging to suck his cock?"

"Well, that's my challenge. And that's the solution. Alan can still respect me as a mother, and enjoy me as the slut for his cock that I truly am, as long as I remain resolute in maintaining my non-sexual motherly duties. You see? It's the best of both worlds. I can slide down the sexual slippery slope as far as I want. We can fuck like frenzied bunnies all night long, as long as I'm there to prepare his breakfast and lunch bag in the morning. I have to be a good slut whore AND a good mother."

Suzanne had a hard time believing that Susan's scheme could work. She thought, Susan is deceiving herself yet again. Her sexual enthusiasm means that she's going to gladly give up total control to Alan in everything. He's going to be spanking her right and left, and she's going to love it. This is why it's so important that I take on an increasingly dominant role in his life, and in her life too. I need to step in and be the one to say "no" when Susan is too blissed out on sex. Otherwise Alan is going to be completely spoiled in very short order. In fact, I really need to be the matriarch of this whole bunch.

She looked up at Susan and was surprised to see the mother had gone from a face of total euphoria to a serious frown.

Susan was biting her lip in worry.

"What is it?" Suzanne asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering when I'll be able to do the deed. My period should start around Tuesday or Wednesday, so I may only have Monday. Then there's his rescheduled hiking trip next weekend. I'm just afraid I won't get enough fucking in anytime soon. Because that's all I want to do, is fuck my son! What did you say, 'bend over but don't break'? Now it's bend over and break!"

Suzanne was delighted. A-ha! All I have to do is stop them from fucking on Monday, Tuesday maybe too, and I'll have over a whole week to have him all to myself! Well, at least a good chunk of him, given all the babes he's plowing through these days. I need to establish myself here in the new shape of things. Then Susan can fuck him all she wants. But how to stop them from fucking until then? It's like trying to stop a boulder from falling through the sky.

Suzanne kept these thoughts to herself and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll all work out. It sounds like Monday will be divine for you. But I'm curious who will be in charge, sexually, if you're so happily subservient. Suppose that next time when all five of us are hanging out one night, Alan gets a hard-on and needs immediate relief. We'll all want to be the one to suck him off, naturally, so who gets to do it?"

"Hmm. Oh, I know! That's easy. Alan will choose. After all, isn't that our role, just to please him?"

Suzanne wasn't so sure about that when it came to herself. Pleasing herself was an extremely high priority. But she kept that thought to herself too and asked, "But suppose that, for whatever reason, he can't make up his mind? Then what?"

"Huh. Tough one. But it's still my house and I'm still his mother. So it should be up to me. Don't you think? ... I'd try to be fair of course, and spread the joy around so everyone could have their turn. After all, he has so much potent sperm to give all of us. Unless it was a Tuesday, and you know what happens on my special day." Susan flashed a big smile and got even more tingly thinking about Tuesdays.

Suzanne thought briefly, It's odd how similar Susan and Katherine are about this subservience thing. I wonder if sexual dominance and subservience is nature or nurture? Amy's so willing in everything too. I guess I'm the only female around here with any real backbone. That makes it all the more important I stay in charge. And I can't fall for all this Master stuff or the whole group will fall apart.

She got up. "I have to go do a few things at this moment. Now would be a good time to practice those visualization exercises Xania was recommending, don't you think?"

"Oh, those? Okay. But if I sit around masturbating while thinking about fucking Alan, won't that just make me more frustrated that I can't fuck him already?"

"No. It'll sate those urges for a while. Just like, if you want to cure someone from being afraid of snakes, you have to slowly get them closer and closer to snakes. Gradually they become used to it, until they can hold a snake in their hand. In the same way, if he fucks you in your mind today, you won't actually want him to fuck you so much in reality."

Susan joked, "And I'll be happy to hold his snake in my hand!"

They laughed.

But Suzanne thought, It's actually getting a bit frightening just how pliable Susan is getting. She didn't question that very dubious snake analogy at all. She's not thinking logically whatsoever. She is so NOT in control in any aspect of her life. Sex has taken over completely, and it's amazing she doesn't see it.

I guess a lot of it is my own fault. Maybe I went overboard in keeping her in a constant sexual fog. I figured it was all a necessary process of overcoming a couple decades of prudish social conditioning in mere weeks.

Once she and Alan are fucking, I'm gonna have to ease her back into the real world. Right now, she's nearly completely nonfunctional except as a pure sex object. There's no way in hell right now she could ever get it together enough to say, do her taxes. But those kinds of things need to be done sooner or later. And I'll have to work on giving her a bit more backbone, too. Some unscrupulous person might take unfair advantage of her.

Suzanne didn't see any hypocrisy in that last statement as she failed to see how much she was taking unfair advantage of her best friend.

Suzanne gave Susan another long good-bye kiss and walked away. Mostly Suzanne just wanted to be alone to have time to think. Before she left the house, she peeked through the window into the den where Susan had moved. Sure enough, Susan was already sitting up in a chair, naked, with her eyes closed. Her hands were all over her tits, ass, and pussy.

Suzanne thought, Now that's a sight to see! She does so much with her hands. I can't wait until I teach her all about dildos and strap-ons. She has so much to learn. As sexual as everything is these days for her, her sexual education is still just beginning. That sight looks so enticing, I think I might just go back to my place and do some frigging myself.

Regarding moving her own physical relationship with Susan forward, Suzanne bided her time. She thought, Maybe I've been pushing Susan too much. It's getting to be like she's so blissed out on sex that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. Literally. I think it's a good idea that Alan has a break. Susan could probably use a couple of semi-normal days as well.

Then, Monday morning, she has the appointment with Akami that I scheduled for her. Akami can help take her to the next level of lesbian lovemaking. I think it's time she learns about dildos and strap-ons. When she comes home, she'll want to practice her new toys with me, and she won't think of me as the one responsible for corrupting her. Once she and I are fully fucking, it's an easy step to get her and Katherine fucking. They're half way there already. Then, with her fucking Alan, everybody will be fucking everybody else. My Plummer orgy vision will be a reality.

Remarkably, Suzanne completely forgot about Amy since Amy never figured in her sexual plans or fantasies. It remained a huge blind spot.

She continued, Of course, I feel bad constantly tricking my best friend. It may seem that I've gone a bit too far in the past day or two with the van sabotage and all, but ultimately it's for her own good. Someday, when we're all sitting around naked, making love in one big family orgy as I hope we'll be doing most every day, I'll remind her about all the little tricks I used to get all the pieces to fall into place just so. All of us will have a big laugh. She'll thank me. They all will. Really.

CHAPTER 2

Alan's plan to have a sex-free day was put to the test almost immediately. By the time he came down for breakfast, everyone else had already eaten. Since Suzanne and Susan were engaged in deep conversation in the living room, he helped himself to a bowl of cereal.

Katherine came over to keep him company. Despite the relatively early hour, she was looking for some sexual fun.

It didn't take long for Katherine to make her intentions clear to her brother. She sat across from him, goading and tempting him with her body. She wasn't wearing the clothes she would wear in public. She would never be caught in public in these particular clothes, because these were, as she called them to herself, some of her "fuck toy" clothes.

Any clothing could be "fuck toy" clothing provided they were worn properly. For instance, she wore pantyhose today, but only so she could pull them down. As the pantyhose were already see-through, they allowed her to be effectively naked to start with yet allow her to undress to appear even more naked. She wore a tight leather miniskirt, but not for long. It was soon bunched up around her stomach. Above that she had a fancy yellow blouse, the better to expose herself when she tore it open in front and thrust her tits out.

She furthermore made sure to show herself off sitting directly across the dining table from Alan. If he sat up close to the table he couldn't see what was happening to her lower half. Curiosity got the better of him, so he pulled his chair back and put his eyes level to the table, enabling him to check out the action both above and below the table simultaneously.

Katherine responded to his increased attention by moaning, fondling her body all over, and especially rubbing her clit.

Needless to say, he got very erect very fast. It was all he could do to keep eating his cereal from time to time.

Katherine liked to stroke her bald pussy and whisper sexy things quietly to Alan. She said such things as, "Get my attention, Big Battering Ram Brother. Come over here and get my attention. Stroke me. Lick me. Touch me. Everywhere. Do me. Do nasty things. Get nasty on your sister. Fill me. Fill me up with your nasty spunk. I neeeeed it. It itches. Make it better with your hard thing."

Even though Susan and Suzanne were talking to each other only one room away, the radio was playing loudly so neither conversation could be heard by the other group. There was no direct line of sight between the dining room table and the living room, either.

But nonetheless, Katherine had to be extremely careful not to get too excited and talk too loud, or use any key words or phrases like "fuck me" that would prick up their ears. So it was a dangerous game. She loved it.

Alan complained, "Sis, you know that today is supposed to be my take it easy day, right? So can't you take it easy too?"

She answered, "I could, but you can't go completely without ANY orgasms, for crying out loud. So if you're going to have one or two, at the very least, why not get one out of the way, first thing, here with me?"

But Alan was determined to give his penis a rest. He said, "Sis, I hate to do this, but I am going to go to my room right now and play video games. I'm sorry, and I appreciate your effort, but no one is going to touch my penis. You did wear me down a bit, but not enough."

"Shoot," Katherine complained. "No doubt someone else is going to build on my work and win your first creamy load. But I'll forgive you on one condition: tomorrow morning you wake me up with a good, solid fucking."

He dropped his voice. "Sis, are you crazy? Mom is in the next room! And anyways, there's my no fucking in the house rule. We have to respect Mom at least that much."

"Yeah, but yesterday you promised that that would end when our grounding ends, and it ends at the end of today. You promised! So, tomorrow morning, we celebrate with a fuck."

"Keep your voice down. Okay, okay. I did say that, didn't I? But a super secret fuck, okay? We don't want Mom to find out. And one condition: you can't tease me any more today."

Katherine nodded enthusiastically and got down to frigging herself, since Alan wasn't going to help her get off. The "problem" with trying to get Alan all aroused was that she inevitably got herself uncontrollably worked up, too.

Alan walked off thinking, It's going to be REALLY hard to keep this weekend sex-free. Why do I get the feeling that everybody is going to lay traps for me? These women just gotta have it! They don't know the meaning of letting up. At least I've defused Sis for a while.

CHAPTER 3

Alan was proud of his determination to stick to his sex-free plan. For the next several hours, his vision of wasting the day in idle fun came true. He played one mindless video game after another.

As the morning turned into afternoon, Susan again practiced her "visualization exercise" of imagining Alan fucking her. She loved letting herself go in the wildest of fantasies. But it only whetted her appetite for his cum. She came to him a number of times as he worked on his computer, bringing him drinks, lunch, and snacks. Each time, she asked him if he "needed relief." He kept saying no. He was determined to have a restful day.

After a couple hours of being ignored, she thought, It's time to bring out the big guns, so to speak. She came to his room again, and didn't even bother with an excuse to be there this time.

She wore the T-shirt that had a large hole cut out for her boobs to stick out. She knew he loved it and was saving it for an occasion when it was really needed, such as this one. To make absolutely sure that her mission wouldn't fail, she put together a wire brace underneath her rack to force her assets to stick out even further than ever before. A ridge under the shirt hung out an inch or two below her tits, but this was largely unnoticeable. Just in case his eyes managed to dislodge themselves from her chest, she also wore a skirt far too short to even cover her pussy.

Alan was sitting down at his desk, so when she walked right up to him she was able to practically put her tits right in his face. "Tiger, are there any THINGS you need?" she asked, stressing the plural. "I know you're trying to have a restful day, but sometimes a mother's sensitive tits are just begging for attention."

Alan stared up into her massive mammaries. "Shit. You know I love that T-shirt."

She took another step forward, enveloping his face with her soft tits and asking, "What do you love about it, Tiger?"

"I like how it makes you seem like a typical soccer mom at first glance. It almost looks like a sports jersey. But at the same time it's so obscene with your tits sticking out so far in front of you. Imagine picking me up at soccer practice, dressed like that!" He had a hard time talking with her flesh pressing ever more insistently against his face.

She replied, "What a great thought. Can you just imagine if I pulled up to the parking lot dressed like this? Can you imagine the looks on the faces of the other mothers when I step out of the car with these two exposed torpedoes? I'd just sensibly tell them, 'What are you looking at? These tits belong to my son. They're to serve his pleasure. If he says that I have to keep them uncovered, who am I to disagree? I'm just a mommy slut.'"

Alan added to the fantasy. "Then I'd run up, all hot and sweaty from the practice. We'd kiss on the lips while the other mothers stare in amazement. My head would drop down so I could cradle my face in your cleavage-"

Susan interrupted, "Hold on, Tiger. If you're hot and sweaty, what better way to quench your thirst than drinking some mommy milk? My nipples would be leaking and my tits nearly bursting with milk in anticipation of you feasting on them, but soon you'd take care of everything! The other mommies would get so excited watching you suckle and sticking your hand down my sweat pants that they'd absolutely lose it when their own sons came in from the field. Before long, they'd all be topless and cocksucking and jacking off all those fresh, young, incestuous pricks - it would be glorious!"

Alan laughed as his penis throbbed in delight, thanks to her description. "So now you see why I like that shirt. It's inspirational."

Susan winked. "I may not be lactating in reality, but if I was this would be a great shirt for it. Did you notice how it's almost designed for someone to come up and suck my nipples? Hint, hint."

"If you insist," he joked, and began lapping up against her nipples, just like a baby. He'd been adopted when he was only six months old, and Susan deeply regretted not being able to breast feed him then. He knew the idea of lactating was one of her favorite sexual fantasies, and he was only to happy to explore the fantasies with her.

"My baby. My sweet baby," she cooed, as she patted him on the head.

Alan slipped his hand down into her shorts. But Susan didn't want that at the moment, and said, "Tiger, let's save that for another time. I think you'll find there are a lot of fun things you can do to my cunt. But today I want you to focus on my tits, and love them to their fullest."

So Alan happily did what he was told, and played with Susan's tits for many long minutes. He loved it so much he felt he could just suck and fondle forever.

Susan obviously loved it too. She got an orgasm just from his mouth and hands on her tits.

Her orgasm seemed to just push her further, because she then whispered into his ear, "The only problem is that my cleavage isn't being stuffed full with your fuck rod. Don't you think you could do something about that? Don't you want to make your mommy happy? Mommy needs cock. Son cock."

Alan again did what he was told, and titfucked his mother. As he slipped his penis into her cleavage, he commented, "This is like a dream come true for me, Mom. A total dream. Every day."

"Me too, Tiger, me too." Her hands hungrily ran all over his chest.

"Do you remember, Mom, how you used to be a couple of months ago? If I would have even seen your tits mostly covered up in one of your heavy bras, you would have totally freaked. And now I basically own those same tits."

"Don't remind me, Son. OH!" She cried out in pleasure. "It's so embarrassing recalling that frumpy fuddy duddy. Don't make me think of it. Oh! Don't make me think at all! Just make me fuck!"

He slammed hard into her chest over and over, his balls slapping wildly.

She entered a truly mindless zone where nothing but pleasure mattered, and happily sang her "Alan Song":

I am Alan's mom
I suck with my clothes off or on
I am Alan's bitch
His cum is thick, the taste is rich
I am Alan's slave...

She stopped at that line, and luxuriated in it. I am Alan's SLAVE. Yes! That's what I am. It feels so good to give myself to him completely and serve him in every way. ... But I can't tell him of my complete submission. Not yet. If he knows I'm ready and dripping with desire to get fucked by him, he'll want to do it right away. We've gotta wait till Monday so he can fully recover first. I want him ready to royally fuck me with an endless number of big, cunt-filling cum loads. We'll fuck so hard and long that he'll need a full week to recover again, hee-hee!

But the fact is, whether he knows it or not, I've given up all control. Alan OWNS me! He's going to reward his loyal mommy right now with a big load. Oh yes! Give it up! Give it up for me Tiger!

Alan was on the verge of climax, and began to shoot his seed. It was a bigger load than the small ones from the day before, though still not up to his usual standards. Susan thought, That's it! Give it up for Mommy! She's going to let herself gooooooooooo-oooohh yes!

Alan had planned to shoot into his mother's mouth, but he unexpectedly lost control himself, and so shot mostly into her neck. As he shot, he managed to recover somewhat, sat on her face, and aimed his last ropes directly into her mouth. She mewed with pleasure like a contented cat.

Best titfuck yet! Alan thought once he was done. Though I just might be partial since she's my mom...

Nah! Heh-heh!

The only problem is, Mom's tits are nearly too big to titfuck and have her blow me at the same time. My penis practically gets lost when it's inside her cleavage, sandwiched between her fluffy pale pillows. Just like Suzanne. Too many big tits around here. Am I fucking blessed, or what?

Alan got off of her face. Susan quickly recovered from her own orgasm, and devoted all of her attention to scooping up and swallowing his cum dripping down her neck. She did it so devotedly, nearly reverently, as if the cum was a precious commodity, that Alan felt flushed with power.

When she was done, he pointed to his now flaccid penis and commanded, "Lick me off."

She obeyed wordlessly, but Alan could tell she loved the command. Her facial expression was one of pure joy. She was completely unconflicted and lived in the moment just to lick.

Alan was so entranced that he watched her long after she finished. She was exhausted from all the sexual exertion and sat up against a wall to rest. She put her arms back behind her back, as he'd commanded her to do the first time she wore the shirt. She figured that would help convey an unspoken message that she was his sexual plaything.

Alan again took in the breathtaking sight of her tits, looking like two rockets ready to shoot off into the sky. Only now did he notice just how short her skirt was. She spread her legs as wide as she could, as if she badly wanted him to fuck her. That put her pussy on full display. But Alan couldn't get his penis up again if his life depended on it. Even her very extensive tongue cleaning of his flaccid penis had failed to revive it, so he knew it wouldn't bounce back for some time.

So instead, he studied her pussy up close, watching juices continue to leak out of it. He scooted closer, and asked, "Can I touch it? Can I put a finger in it?"

She smiled a bit, but wearily answered, "No."

Alan was confused. "Mom, your mouth says no, but your body says yes, doesn't it? You're leaking so much it's like you're about to have yet another orgasm. Isn't that right? Or am I misreading your signals?"

Susan thought to herself, What is wrong with my son? What does it take for him to figure out sometimes a woman says no and means yes? How can I teach him to take me against my will? He just has to learn how to take charge. He has to learn how to forcefully take a woman, even when she's reluctant.

She finally answered, in as sexy a voice as she could manage in her wiped out state, "What do you think, Tiger?"

He scratched his head and answered honestly, "I don't know, Mom. I'm getting conflicting signals."

Susan dropped her head down in frustration and sighed. Finally, she explained, "Tiger, when you see a woman sitting naked in front of you with her tits burst out of her shirt and her legs spread as wide as a gymnast with her juices dripping all over the floor, and her arms behind her back as if she wants to be tied up, do you know what? It doesn't matter what she has to say! Don't take no for an answer! Just do whatever you like!"

Alan answered, "I know. And with anyone else I would, but with you I think about you crying and I get so sad, that I can't go on. I never want to see you cry or get sad."

"Who's talking about crying?" Susan replied in exasperation. "If I'm crying, it'll only be tears of joy."

"Okay. I should try to act more like I do around Heather, though I don't want to go that far."

That was a mistake, because now Alan had to take a few minutes to explain what he'd been doing with Heather lately, and the erotic mood was lost. It wasn't too great a loss, however, but Alan's body had enough for the time being. The tempting sight before him contrasted too dramatically with his own flaccid penis, and it was only making him uselessly horny.

So after he explained a few things he'd done with Heather (making sure not to involve the other cheerleaders or his painting duties for fear of somehow exposing his involvement with his sister), he went to take a shower.

Susan left the room too, but decided to remain dressed just as she was for the whole day. Even though she knew he wanted a mellow day, she couldn't help but tease him. There was nothing she wanted to do more than please and tease him all day long. She kept the gobs of cum that stained the shirt near the collar to further show anyone and everyone who could see that she was Alan's sex toy.

However, she also wanted to respect his wish to have a restful day at least somewhat, so she decided not to pressure him into any more orgasms and go without more physical contact the rest of the day unless he was the initiator.

I'm soooo naughty! I talk with the psychologist about being in control, but wouldn't it be even more fun if Alan completely controlled me? He needs to know how to punish his naughty mother, and keep her in line. I deserve a good spanking! Wouldn't that be the best? I'm a naughty, naughty slut, and need his firm hand. And his firm cock! Firm, firm, firm. Firm is good! Life is so good right now, but it'll be that much better once he's regularly fucking me. He sure gave it to Akami!

I'm glad he likes this shirt so much. Wouldn't it be delicious to wear it out in public? It certainly would make a shopping trip more interesting. "What's that officer? I'm causing a riot? But this isn't public indecency - didn't you know this is the latest fashion?"

Oh, that sounds like such fun! But I shouldn't even think about that. My body is for Alan's eyes only. It's only for his eyes, and his hands, and his mouth, and his great big penis...

Susan sat on the bed in her room in the exact same position she'd used in front of Alan mere minutes before. She started to masturbate herself with another "visualization exercise" session. Now that she'd seen actually Alan fucking Akami right in front of her, her fantasies were that much more exciting and realistic. She left the door to her bedroom wide open, but was disappointed no one came in.

CHAPTER 4

Alan went back to relaxing, surfing the Internet, and playing video games. However he wasn't going to get much relaxing done, because Suzanne also had plans for him.

Suzanne thought, I may have gone too far with the sabotage of the scoutmaster's van, but the fact is, what's done is done, and there's no turning back. Everything is in place for me to fuck my Sweetie, and come hell or high water, I'm going to do it today!

Not only that, but there's no doubt in my mind that I deserve it. I'm damn proud of myself for engineering the whole fake psychologist thing. I put in a lot of hard work and staved off the potential disaster of Susan causing trouble with a real psychologist. I think I deserve a great, big reward. Practically everyone else has fucked him already. He and Amy may do it tonight, and I'll be damned if I let my daughter fuck him before I do!

The only question is how to arrange the secrecy. Even though Susan has reached the point of no return thanks to all my work with Xania, it still would be better if she doesn't know what I'm doing with my Sweetie, especially if I'm going to try to keep them apart a little bit longer. There's no choice but to do it somewhere else.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, Suzanne went to Alan's room. She was wearing rather conservative clothing, with the expectation of leaving the house in a few minutes.

She asked Alan as he played a video game on his computer, "Sweetie, I'm planning on buying a new computer. I don't know much about computers and you know so much more. Would you like to help me go shop for one this afternoon?"

"Well, I was going to take a nap in a little while."

"Sweetie, according to your mother, you slept a good sixteen hours since yesterday afternoon. I could really use your help."

"I guess you're right. I'm not doing a whole lot anyways. Just let me finish this game I'm working on."

"Okay. Thanks. By the way, as a completely unrelated aside, how is your penis doing? Is it fully recovered yet?"

"Thanks for asking. It's much better than yesterday, as you could see this morning with Katherine." Suddenly the way she emphasized "completely unrelated aside" hit home with him. "Waaaiiit a minute. You're not planning on me and you..."

"Hey, who says we have to limit ourselves to strictly buying a computer? Are you game for something new?" Suzanne wasn't too discreet because no one else was within hearing distance.

"You know I always am when it comes to you," Alan said.

"I hope you are, 'cos I've got a very special surprise for you today."

That sounded very good to Alan. He quickly readied himself to leave.

Suzanne drove, and took the two of them clear out of Orange County, towards Los Angeles. She explained that there was a used computer for sale she wanted to check out first.

As they got near her destination, Alan asked, "Suzanne, I've been meaning to bring something up. You've all but promised that we could fuck, like, days ago. Yet we still haven't. Why is that? I think it's time."

"The reason we haven't is because of the secrecy problem. Once we start I'm going to want to do it every day, and how could we do that without getting caught? It's not like you and I could sneak off to a hotel whenever we'd want to fuck. Not only that, but we'd have to go to a far off hotel to make sure no one would recognize us. If we truly wanted to fuck for hours on end, we'd have to go to some anonymous hotel by a busy highway. Some place like, oh, I don't know, this hotel right here."

Suzanne was very delighted with herself, because she'd managed to drag out her answer to perfectly time her last sentence as she drove into the parking lot of a Motel Six. She couldn't help but giggle with glee.

It took a few seconds for everything to fully dawn on Alan. "Hey! THIS is just that kind of hotel! ... HEY!"

Suzanne laughed out loud. "You're so cute when you're naïve," she said, bursting with pleasure. "The fact is, I don't have any computer to buy. You and I have all afternoon to fuck like bunnies. Are you okay with that?"

"Oh. ... Wow..." Alan said as realization slowly dawned on him. "We're finally going to fuck?!"

"Yes. Even with the secrecy problem, I just can't hold back any more. You just sit here while I check in. Sorry to ruin your plans for a sexually mellow weekend, ha-ha!" Suzanne crowed. She kissed him on the cheek and then rushed off to check in to the hotel.

Within minutes, Alan and Suzanne were running hand in hand to their allotted hotel room. They wasted no time on foreplay. Alan didn't need to put a condom on, either, since Suzanne had her tubes tied. She'd had two children and didn't want any more.

Alan closed the door as Suzanne whipped off her skirt. She didn't have the patience to unbutton her blouse but just ripped it open. As usual when around Alan, she was unhindered by underwear.

He came up behind her and pushed her face down onto the bed. He positioned his penis head just a little bit into Suzanne's pussy lips. He paused, and said, "Before we do this, Aunt Suzy, I just want you to know how much I love you."

"Oh Sweetie, you're so kind. I love you too. So much! Now show me your love by making love." She urgently yelled, "Hurry up and push it in!" She spread her legs as wide as she could.

Alan loved the sight of Suzanne with her legs spread. He took a mental picture to remember this pivotal moment forever. He slowly rode his penis down into Suzanne. Inch by inch it went in until he was in as deep as he could go. "Yes!" he cried. "I'm fucking you, Suzanne! It feels so good!"

"Do it!" she yelled. "Give it to me! Don't mess around – give me a fast fuck!"

Alan pumped in and out, over and over. The two went at it like dogs in heat. Even though the hotel room was cool and air conditioned, within minutes they were sweating like they'd run a marathon. Before long, they took off the last of their clothes.

"I've wanted this so long!" Alan panted.

Suzanne cried out. "You're fucking telling me?! Now that you've started, you've got to give it to me every day!"

The pace built up relentlessly. Alan was so excited that he couldn't manage his usual PC muscle control and pausing techniques. He just wanted to fill Suzanne's vagina to the brim with his cum. He yelled back, "I will! I'll give it to you! It's coming right now! I can't hold it – I'm gonna cum right now! Too fast! Get ready!"

Deep inside Suzanne, Alan felt the head of his penis expand with intense pleasure. They both yelled at the top of their lungs. The explosion of his semen coated the walls of her vagina until he felt completely drained not only of all his cum but also all of his life force.

The fuck was over in less than five minutes, but it had been a really great five minutes.

CHAPTER 5

As soon as they were done, Suzanne said, "That was great. Sweetie, you fucked me good, and gave me a lovely climax. But we're just getting warmed up, right? We have hours and hours before Susan expects us back home. Today you're gonna do me in every conceivable position, okay?"

"I'll try. The spirit is willing. I'm not so sure about how many times the flesh can handle it."

"I hate to say this Sweetie, but today is the day your penis is going to fall off from too much fucking, so enjoy it while you've still got one."

"Hey, this is supposed to be my recovery weekend," Alan said with a combination of frustration and anticipation.

"Okay then, I'll take it easy on you and we won't fuck quite so much as I'd planned - tomorrow. But today I'm gonna drain your balls dry! That first time was good, but that was just the appetizer. Now, we're really going to get into it. I'm going to show you how an experienced woman makes love."

She grabbed him by both shoulders and said more insistently, "Alan, Sweetie, before we continue, understand one thing. A lot of women are fucking you these days, but nobody can fuck as well as I can. Be honest and tell me when we're done that I'm not the best fuck you ever had."

Alan looked her over as if seeing her for the first time. Scanning her from head to toe, he said, "Suzanne, I don't care how many times I look at you - I'm still amazed at how incredible you look. It's like I'm making love to Paulina Porizkova or Anna Nicole Smith or something. You're so sexy! I know you're a great lover; I just hope I can hold up my end. Let's do it."

Suzanne smiled, full of satisfaction and confidence in herself. "Sweetie, I'm all for that and I know you'll do as great as you always do. But let's-"

Alan interrupted her. As he sat there looking deep into her brilliant green eyes, he realized with a start, "Hey! Is that a tear? Are you crying?"

Suzanne wiped her face and indeed cleared off several tears that she didn't even know were there. She replied unconvincingly, "No, that's just sweat." But even as she said this, more tears continued to flow.

"You are! You're crying! Did I upset you? Tell me how I can make it better!"

"Sweetie, you're so sweet. I guess you got me. I am crying. But these are tears of joy. You have no idea how happy I am. I can't even begin to tell you what a journey it's been to reach this point."

She added to herself, Ain't that the truth. If he only knew how I got this started with his six times a day diagnosis, or even my car sabotage yesterday, I don't know what he'd think of me.

Alan reached out and wiped away her new tears. He was very touched, but said, "Suzanne, don't cry. I'm not good at this 'tears of joy' thing. I don't like to see anyone cry. Let's just have fun."

She mentally switched gears, stopped crying, and said, "You're right. I'm not good at that corny stuff either. Let me start with something to show you what I'm capable of. Put your penis right at the entrance of my vagina."

Alan quickly did so.

She further commanded, "Now, don't move. Don't touch anything. Leave it up to me."

So Alan waited to see what would happen. To his surprise, her pussy lips slowly but surely started to grab the knobby head of his penis. It was almost imperceptible, but her vaginal muscles were pulling his penis in.

When Alan's penis head had been gobbled all up, he exclaimed in admiration, "Dang, Suzanne, I didn't know that was possible! This is like the tractor beam scene in Star Wars. Can you take the whole thing?"

Suzanne said in a mock chiding voice, "Sweetie, didn't I tell you never to doubt me? I may not be able to draw the entire Millennium Falcon into my hole, but I can and will fuck you by only moving my vaginal muscles. Watch."

His penis was drawn in all the way to its base. Then Suzanne's vaginal muscles began rippling in the most delightful ways. With hardly any movement by either of them, and certainly no big in and out thrusts, Alan was getting thoroughly fucked. His shaft was getting milked in every sense of the word.

They came to a break just before he would have climaxed. She said triumphantly, "Now, do you think your mother can do that? I think not. Fool around all you want with your other curvy vixens, but always come back to me."

She was so excited that she wanted to go again after waiting less than a minute, but Alan said, "Let's make this last or we'll be done in here before we even start to get comfortable."

"Okay, slow poke, play with my boobs then. By the way, did you know this technically isn't the first time we've fucked?" She squeezed his penis with her vagina as if trying to get his attention, like tapping his shoulder.

"What do you mean? Do you count the buttfucking we did? I don't think that really counts. Or do you mean the time at the beach?"

"No. Do you remember the Halloween party and Elle? That was me." She squeezed his penis even harder, just for fun.

"Elle? No shit! Damn, I can barely remember that."

"Don't worry. It wasn't that great. Even I was pretty drunk and sloppy and you were worse. This is our first time, as far as I'm concerned." Her vaginal muscles rippled up and down his penis, creating sensations he'd never felt before.

"Wow. So you were Elle. I remember thinking she looked a lot like you. No wonder."

"No wonder," Suzanne laughed. "Let's make up for lost time!"

"I'm so in agreement with that idea, especially since you don't seem to know the meaning of 'taking a break.'"

Suzanne started to bounce up and down on him before he finished speaking. She was eager and felt ten years younger.

"Let's see – I should have started fucking you about a month ago, so that's about 30 fucks. We're working on number two, so you've got about 28 eight more to go before we can leave this room."

"Suzanne!" Alan cried in amused dismay. "You know that's impossible." He joked, "I get tired after about the twentieth time."

"Don't I wish?! But that's how you're gonna be by the time I'm through with you. Already your powers of endurance are better than any man I'm ever known, and I've known close to one hundred. Let me just bounce up and down a little bit and see just how long you can hold out."

The two of them were already sitting up, with Alan nuzzling Suzanne's back and his penis still in her. He continued to fondle her nipples. He let Suzanne rise and fall on his penis while her vaginal muscles continued to repeatedly clasp his penis like a vise. It was a most impressive performance on her part.

Things got heated very quickly. She would nearly rise completely off of his penis but then slam herself down hard to the base of his tool. She repeated this over and over. She threw her arms up in the air and yelled, "Ride 'em cowboy!"

Alan did his best to hold out, but couldn't last long, by his standards, in the face of such enthusiasm.

However, right as he was about to blow, Suzanne pulled off of him all the way. "Not so fast, lover boy," she chided him. "Let's cool off and save your precious climaxes. I want to see if we can set a record on how much fun we can have with one of your orgasms. Meanwhile, as a woman I'm not so limited in my number of orgasms. So when you're ready, lick me. Lick me anywhere. Your touch is so special to me; just about anything you do will set me off."

So Alan pleasured Suzanne until his penis calmed down enough. (It took a while, as his new activities didn't exactly cool him down.) He worked hard on her clit especially, and had Suzanne freely creaming so much that eventually she begged off so she could recover from a long multiple orgasm.

Then they went back to more fucking. Alan was amazed at the things Suzanne's pussy could do as her vaginal muscles clenched and relaxed around his penis. He was so amazed that he asked only half-jokingly, "Suzanne, can that thing do party tricks with Coke bottles and stuff?"

To his surprise, she answered as she gasped for air, "There's some things like that I can show you, but I'm not going to because it wouldn't be dignified. But here's a trick you'll like. Stop holding back with your PC muscle and just let go and see what happens."

So he did. With great relief he got that feeling welling up in his balls of an imminent climax, and readied himself to spend his seed deep inside her.

But she grasped his penis at the base with one hand, then used her other hand to press down on another spot between his penis and anus, and continued to push down on both places.

To his surprise, the ecstatic feeling of climax washed over him, but no cum actually came out. "Holy fuck! What the hell was that?!" He paused his fucking for a while because the sensation was still overwhelming and left him dazed.

"Men don't actually have to ejaculate when they climax, you know," Suzanne said calmly as she lay down on the bed next to him.

"They don't? How is that possible? And why didn't you show me that before?"

"Don't ask me the how's, I just know what works. And a clever woman always holds back some of her cards. For instance, I know another way to get you to climax without ejaculating that involves your prostate gland. I'll teach you that later. I've got so many other tricks that I learned from over a decade of cheating on my husband. Not to mention my time with Xania in college. You should have seen what we did together."

"I can only imagine."

"Now that I think about it, sex has been the closest thing I've had to a full time job for quite a long time, and I'm always good at any job I do. But you're not going to learn all my tricks today. For instance, one of these days I'm going to have to teach you all about a book called the Kama Sutra. But today I'm just going to show you enough to fuck you within an inch of your life."

"Whoa, Aunt Suzy. That's almost scary. Your vagina needs to be classified as a potential murder weapon. But I'm not going to get fucked to death without a fight. I won't take this lying down!" They both laughed because Suzanne was now lying on top of him. "I've got to go on the counterattack. I may not know all the tricks, but I know that if I fuck you long and hard and deep enough you're going to turn to putty in my hands."

"Oh am I?" Suzanne replied with delight while she licked his face. "We'll just have to see about that. Let's see who cries for mercy first!"

Soon they were back to some good old fashioned fucking. They just kept fucking and fucking as if the human body could fuck forever. Their first fast but brief fuck was like a single bite of an appetizer compared to the five course meal of their second one. When Alan added his thrusting to Suzanne's clenching, it was like they had the combined power of a jackhammer drilling a hole right through the center of Suzanne.

They repeatedly goaded each other to cry "mercy," but neither would give in. While they were competitive, it never became too intense or mean-spirited. Eventually Alan suggested a truce: they would work up to another peak, and they would both cry mercy at the same time while he finally unloaded into her.

That's exactly what they did. The two of them shouted the word "mercy" over and over and over again. Even Alan's climax seemed to go on forever, and Suzanne shuddered in utter ecstasy below him the whole time as she had one of the best multiple orgasms of her life.

The two of them were so wiped out after that they both slept for a while. But after only a few minutes Suzanne awoke and shook Alan awake - she knew their time was limited and she was determined to make the most of it.

Suzanne asked him with justifiable pride in her voice, "So how do those silly little teenagers compare to this old grandma?"

"'Old grandma'? Maybe you will be an old grandma after I fuck your daughter some."

Suzanne playfully smacked Alan. She was genuinely irritated by the mention of Amy, but she tried not to let it show.

He continued, "I thought I knew what fucking was, but this is so much better! Please, could I ask you a favor? Teach Katherine, Amy, and Mom all your tricks. Especially that climax without ejaculation one. I can't even explain what you're doing or how you're doing it, but we're so in synch, and it's all thanks to your skill. Damn!"

Suzanne giggled. She grabbed his penis and momentarily stopped him from fucking. "So wait. Let me get this straight. Even as you're fucking one woman, you actually ask her to help the competition. That takes some cheek!"

"Maybe. I'm feeling very cheeky. Or maybe it's you who's very cheeky." He grasped both of her buttocks and kneaded them vigorously.

She giggled with delight. She felt a sense of oneness and closeness when their bodies were joined like that.

He proclaimed boldly, "I'm going to fuck your sexy ass, whether you like it or not. Then I'm going to fuck your daughter. Tonight, in fact. And you're going to fucking like it. In fact, I'm going to tie you up and make you watch. And then you're going to clean off her juices from my penis after I'm done with her."

He dove under the covers and invaded her ass crack with his tongue. He aimed straight for her anus and didn't hesitate to lick there. He alternated between that spot and her pussy.

Suzanne was both alarmed and aroused. "Alan!" She said with complete surprise. "You're not really going to do that, are you?" She hated to think about being in sexual competition with her own daughter.

"I don't know. YOU don't know. I could do it. You're not going to resist me if I do, are you?" In actual fact, Alan was just speaking stream of consciousness thoughts and didn't necessarily mean any of it.

"What's gotten into you?"

"You have, you sexy mother! You're the perfect Venus. Incredible.... Technique... Fuck!" His tongue dives into her holes grew too intense to keep talking.

Suzanne thought, It's a good thing I dodged having to answer that question, because if I answered honestly, I'd have to say no! No, I'm not going to resist him, even if he ties me up and makes me watch. In fact, ESPECIALLY if he does that. That sounds so hot! God, I'd even clean my daughter's pussy juices right off of his penis, that's how much I love him. Actually, resisting would be even better, and lead to MORE sexy fun! Now I know how Susan feels. It's so wrong, but so right!

Suzanne was so caught up in the heat of the moment that she was eager to agree to almost anything that involved further sex with Alan. She subconsciously willfully ignored thinking about Amy in his idea and more just reveled in the naughtiness of the concept. If she wasn't so aroused she would have felt very differently about his idea.

Even as it was, she almost immediately began to get second thoughts. Jesus Christ. I'm beginning to sound like Katherine and Susan. I WILL NOT submit to him. It's just that I love sex in all its form. I LIVE for sex. It's God's greatest gift to humanity. And I live for love, God's other and equally great gift. It just doesn't get any better than fucking the man I love!

I have no problem with him tying me up and playing sexy games with me as long I can tie him up too. I've finally found my sexual equal, especially since the aggressive Alan has shown up. Let's see if we can outdo ourselves with our next round!

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne had been lying face down in the bed with her eyes closed while she let Alan lick her ass. She abruptly opened her eyes wide as if a light bulb went off over her head. "Hey! Let's do it with you sitting on me! Impale me with your fuck pole!" She turned over and pulled him up so they could sit up in the bed next to each other.

"What, you think it's that easy?" Alan said amazed, as he tried to fend off her hands grabbing at his flaccid penis from every direction. "It's not like I can just get hard that fast." Yet even as he said that, he started to get hard again.

With Suzanne's alabaster skin, green eyes, and dark red hair filling his vision, he couldn't help get hard. Even putting aside how much I love this woman for a minute, I'm never going to fuck another woman this beautiful. Never. Not Katherine, not Heather... Susan popped into his head. Okay, Susan is her equal. But aside from that...

"I knew you could do it," Suzanne said in delight. She pointed at his rising penis and clapped her hands like a little girl joyous at seeing an impressive trick. "Come on! Split me in two!" She sat down on his dick. It went in all the way even as it was still getting hard.

Alan suggested mischievously, "Remember what I was saying about you teaching your tricks to the others? I have a suggestion. We fuck for it."

"Okay."

"If you cum first, you have to tell them, but if I cum first, then I'll have to spank it out of you."

"Hey! That's not fair!" She protested with a very pouty and sexy voice. "You win either way. Plus, you know I'll be cumming in less than five minutes with the way you skewer me with that thing of yours!"

"Them's the breaks," he chortled. But no one was unhappy as they resumed fucking in earnest.

Suzanne thought to herself, I'll let him win this one, since I'm obliged to tell them what I know sooner or later. I just won't be in any big rush about it, and save my best tricks for last. She chuckled, Not like I have any choice in the matter, the way he rigged the bet!

Their pace slowed down even more than their second time, and Alan lasted longer still. Suzanne had given him so many handjobs and blowjobs that they didn't want to waste any of his limited seed on that. Even assfucking or titfucking seemed a waste now that they could do it the best and most natural way. He simply fucked her pussy as they tried every position imaginable.

In the rare moments they were both coherent and calm enough to carry on a conversation, he liked to tease her, saying things like, "Nice position. I can't wait to show Katherine this one," or "You fuck so good. Too bad I'm going to teach all your tricks to your daughter."

But these comments weren't meant to be mean-spirited, even if there was some truth in them. The fact that Alan had so many sex partners could not be denied and it aroused them both.

She gamely came back with her own playful jibes, mostly taunting Alan with how quickly she'd make him cum. She also liked to tease him about fucking Susan, which made him blush every time but also drove him to greater sexual arousal.

Suzanne and Alan fucked and fucked and fucked. It seemed to Alan that his penis never left Suzanne's pussy, which was pretty much true. Alan had several more climaxes without ejaculations. But Suzanne warned him that the technique wasn't foolproof, and eventually he came.

Suzanne meanwhile had more orgasms in that time period than she ever thought possible. So much cum dripped out of her pussy, both his fluid and hers, that she didn't understand where it was all coming from. She didn't like to compare him to her past lovers too often, but she noted to herself that no previous lover had filled her pussy up with cum so thoroughly.

Alan did everything he knew to keep her happy and cumming. He kissed her everywhere, licked her tits, probed her asshole, pulled on her clit, and much more. About the only thing he didn't do was lick her pussy, because his penis so rarely left it.

After a while he ran low on energy. Suzanne proved to have more endurance. She got on top and rode him, doing all the work, until he thought he'd die from pleasure. Her vaginal muscles seemed to never get tired, and she showed truly impressive gymnastic skills in getting into just about any position the Kama Sutra could conjure.

Her contortions were one more thing that left Alan thoroughly impressed and even blown away. He just tried his best to follow her instructions and go along for the wild ride.

At one point, while he crouched on top of Suzanne's ass, driving his penis straight down into her, he commented, Now I understand where Amy gets her cheerleader flexibility. I can't wait until I get to have a session with you two sexual acrobats."

Suzanne was peeved at that. "Could you stop mentioning Amy already? Okay, so you're fucking mother and daughter. Whoop de do. Do you want some kind of medal? You're going to be waiting a long time for that combo to happen 'cos it ain't gonna happen."

"Sorry. I'll try not to mention her again at times like this. It's just that I get so excited by the both of you. I love you and I love your wonderful daughter."

Suzanne grew more contemplative. "She is wonderful, isn't she? Sweetie, I don't begrudge you for fucking us both. After all, you need a big-titted babe to slip your tree trunk into at school and other social occasions. I know the two of you are good for each other. But just don't try to get us into a threesome, okay? I find that idea... disturbing."

"Okay. Forget I mentioned it." But he thought to himself, I'll drop it for now. It's bound to happen sooner or later, though. Suzanne's in denial. But what's really amazing is that we're having this casual conversation while I rest up between torrid fucks! Suzanne's beneath me with her feet kicking in the air and my penis holding in the depths of her steamy hole, and she's telling me how she understands that I fuck her big-titted daughter too, whenever I want. That's what I call living the life of Riley!

They changed positions again. Then again. Alan never knew there were so many possible ways to have sex.

In a restful moment, Alan looked at Suzanne and was amazed all over again. She is sooo beautiful. Perfect body. Huge tits. Perfect face. Flawless pale white skin. She's smart. Kind. Great personality. And she fucks so well! So fucking well. Is there any chink in her armor? I still can't believe I'm with this woman! What the hell is she doing with me? Why is she even in this town or this county? She should be in Hollywood or on a yacht somewhere. She should be wherever all the perfect people go.

He felt so overwhelmed with feeling that he just had to say something. As they lay in each others' arms, with his hard penis still in her vagina but resting, he blurted out, "Suzanne, I love you."

She replied blissfully, "I love you too."

But he insisted, "No, you don't understand. I really, really love you. I've told you I love you before, lots of times, but the way I feel right now make those feelings before look small. I can't put it into words. You mean so much to me. It's almost like you're a second Susan."

Suzanne understood how deeply Alan loved his mother Susan. Even before the sexual attraction started, he loved his mother with an intensity very few children ever feel. So Suzanne wasn't offended by the comparison, but was deeply touched, and took it as the highest compliment.

She thought, To think how guilty I was feeling about sabotaging that scoutmaster's van to force Alan to stay home. That was soooo worth it! Not only was that the best fuck of my life, even if Alan wasn't a ball of energy, but we've bonded so deeply. He says he really, really loves me!

She kissed him like it was the last kiss she would ever take part in. Their thrusting resumed as they continued to hold a kiss for many minutes. Alan's expression of love drove Suzanne to even higher levels of enthusiasm and energy. But eventually their burst of energy ran out and they ended up with him resting his erection inside her again.

Suzanne was lost in thoughts about love when Alan interrupted her. "Aunt Suzy? You're crying again."

Suzanne again didn't even realize it, but she felt her cheeks and was surprised to find them quite wet. She muttered, "I am?" in a wavery voice, and then broke down all together. She fell into his arms and cried and bawled like she hadn't cried in years.

Alan held her tight and caressed her back and shoulders tenderly until she was cried out. Then, with the flood of tears now a trickle, he asked, "Was that all tears of joy again? You seemed happy but distraught too."

She wiped her face and tried to be presentable, but the tears kept coming as she spoke. "You're right. I'm happy and sad. Sad, because it hit me that no man has ever truly loved me. Guys have always been drawn to me because of my body and sexual nature. Any love I've been given is more of an afterthought to lust than anything. Even my husband, well, let's not get into that now. He loved me, once, but never as deeply as you love me now. I've used sex as a substitute for love, I think. But I love both and want both. So this realization of how hollow everything has been for me makes me so profoundly sad."

She continued, "But on the other hand, there's you. You loved me deeply before you even knew what sex was. I can tell that until recently my body and sexy ways meant nothing to you. You even made a point of averting your eyes when you had chances to sneak peeks."

"God, what I stupid dork I was!" Alan joked.

Suzanne playfully hit him. "But you still loved me for what I had on the inside. And now we have both! It's almost too amazing for me to believe. I've never been so happy! You're the only one for me, and probably the only man I could ever trust to truly love me." She broke down and began to cry profusely once more.

When Alan finally had a chance to speak, he said seriously, "You're right. As a growing teenaged boy I noticed your body these last couple years, but you were off limits. You were my 'Aunt Suzy' and married and everything. I consciously avoided even thinking those thoughts about you. But now it's all changed. We can have everything. Love AND making love." They kissed, and kept kissing.

Up until now, the fucking had been great, and unbelievably prolonged. But it had lacked a deep emotional intensity, due to Suzanne always mentally remaining somewhat in reserve so she could remain in control of herself and of the situation.

But Alan's declaration of love changed that. Suzanne was overcome with affection, like some actress being swept off her feet in an old time movie. She wasn't good with this kind of open discussion of emotions since she was always scheming and dealing in layers of motives. So she let out her profound outpouring of emotion by putting everything she had into their seemingly endless kiss. Alan gave as good as he received.

When the kiss ended, Suzanne was determined to fuck Alan even more intently and passionately than before.

Alan had had some amazing fucks in recent weeks, but Suzanne outdid them all. Alan had recently been called a "sex machine" and even a "fuck god," but it was Suzanne in her frenzy of love and lust that afternoon who really deserved such high praises. She turned into a near literal fucking machine.

Alan, after all, was supposed to have a recovery weekend. He was still tired and his penis was only able to function at all because it had relatively light activity since the previous afternoon.

So Suzanne took over. She'd already spent much of the afternoon riding on top of Alan, and now she stayed there. She continued thrusting him in and out of herself long after he gave up all exertion except the ability to stay erect. Her arms and legs roamed all over him like a many-tentacled octopus. Her hips undulated one way, and her vaginal muscles gripped him in another way.

He'd never known a penis could feel such pleasure.

They fucked until Alan thought the two of them would simply drown in a lake of cum. They were slick, wet, sticky, and sweaty everywhere. But it felt great. Alan lost all track of time and was rendered nearly as senseless as he'd rendered Glory during their first fuck.

Suzanne kept a close watch on the state of his penis to prevent him from cumming again. When it came time to pause, she fell onto him and drowned his face in kisses even as she tried to recover her ragged breathing.

His fourth climax with her turned out to be something of a disappointment instead of a great peak, because both of them knew it meant the afternoon's fun was over. They both tried to extend every last second as he deposited his seed inside her, but there was no way to stop him from bringing the fucking to the end, despite all of Suzanne's tricks.

CHAPTER 7

They just lay there for a while. Alan had nearly drifted off. When he opened his eyes he saw Suzanne's eyes mere inches from him. It struck him that she looked at him in the way he thought newlyweds might look at each other in bed on their honeymoon. He returned the look and found himself lost in the beauty of her eyes. All the corny poetry about eyes being shimmering pools of moonlight and the like now struck him as very real and true.

But all good things have to come to an end. Alan broke the silence by saying, "Suzanne, I love you. I just have to say it again. You're right. Just about everyone else I'm with seems like a kid compared to you. As amazing as I realize you are, I nonetheless underestimate you. You have such a great capacity for love. And unfortunately you channel that into some serious fucking."

"'Unfortunately?'" Suzanne was hurt.

She closed her eyes and turned away, but he held her chin and turned her face back. Then, stroking her cheek, he said gently, "It's only unfortunate because you're going to kill me before I turn twenty. I was right: not only should your pussy be classified as a murder weapon, your entire body is one big murder weapon. You're too beautiful to be believed. Death by fucking is going to be the way I go."

She laughed and looked at him straight in the eye, no longer offended. "You're probably right. I've been holding off on fucking you despite some close calls like the Elle deception or our time standing in the ocean on that nude beach trip, because I knew that once I got started I couldn't stop. Now that we're fucking for real, I just absolutely have to do it every single day. Because I want to be one with my lovey-dovey little Sweetie baby Alan."

She nuzzled his face with her nose as she said this last sentence, then they kissed again.

The kiss was so searing that Alan was nearly inspired to go for a fifth time.

When their lips parted, he said only half-jokingly, "You see? That's the problem. With kisses like that, how can I function? All I'll be able to do now is think about fucking you. You're turning me into a hopeless case. It feels like we fucked all afternoon."

Suzanne smiled a wry smile and pulled a watch from out of her clothes lying near the bed. "We have. Did you know it's past six o'clock already?"

Alan looked out the window blinds and noticed with great surprise that it was almost dark. "Fuck! We've been fucking for, like, three hours! That's just not possible. I mean, an overwhelming majority of that was total, full on, scream at the top of my lungs, ride of the edge of total euphoria, intense, deep fucking. Delirious, incoherent babble, can't-remember-my-name fucking. No way!"

"Yes way. You know how to make a woman happy. I can already tell you I'll never forget this day. And to think that we can do better tomorrow, because you were pretty tired coming in here. Just wait until your penis and your body has had another very long, very restful night. You'll be the one on top of me, crying 'Ride 'em cowboy.'"

Alan frowned.

She asked, "What is it, Sweetie?"

"Well, I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to recover, because something always comes up. I certainly won't recover tonight to be in good shape for that tomorrow. You see, well, I'm not sure if you want to hear this..."

"What is it?"

"Well, I know you get upset when I mention sex and Amy, but the truth is I've already promised Amy that we'd fuck tonight. I've never fucked her before and it just wouldn't be fair to her to wait another day."

Suzanne sat back, a little miffed. "My, my. Innocent Amy. My sweet honey pie. She's finally going to lose her virginity properly." Then, with a start, she realized, "And you're going to fuck me and her for the first time on the same day! Mother and daughter, back to back! You are such a sexy devil!"

"I thought you were upset by that kind of thing."

"Well, I am, but mostly by thoughts of Amy and I together. As long as you keep us apart and don't make me watch, I'm okay with it. In fact, I have to admit that I'm more than a little impressed. How many guys ever get the chance to fuck a mother and daughter, and soon you'll be doing two mother and daughter pairs."

"I know. It's kind of cool, but kind of not. I mean, how can I keep up with Amy tonight? What'll I have left after that fucking of a lifetime you just gave me? How will I be able to get myself up for a worthy performance, even a single cum? And two, I hate to be blunt, but she's never had sex before. You're like a battle-hardened crack fuck veteran. I wonder if I might not be as enthusiastic with Amy as I would have been if I'd fucked her before you."

"Hmm. I see what you mean. But I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion in more ways than one. You always do. Look at it a different way. Treat her like a student instead of a teacher. And you're such a gentleman. I'm sure she'll come away very happy."

"Perhaps, but this is why I wasn't just kidding about sharing your skills. You need to share, especially with Amy and Katherine, so things can be a little more balanced out. Katherine in particular is feeling neglected. If she knew all the things you could do, she would burn with envy." He grinned. "Plus, you have to. I made you cum in five minutes so I won the bet."

Suzanne replied, chagrined, "Hrm. What's your next bet? If you correctly guess my favorite musician then you get a fuck sandwich with Katherine on the top and me on the bottom, but if you guess incorrectly then it's a fuck sandwich with me on the top and Katherine on the bottom?"

Alan was all smiles. "Hmm... Not a bad idea. I'm afraid you're on the bottom, though, 'cos I already know your favorite musician is Mozart."

"Drat." Then Suzanne considered the idea of sharing her skills. He's right. I've proved myself here today. Sweetie said that all the others are like kids compared to me. That was such a hard won and sweet victory, to hear that. I just have to secure my spot here on top of the pecking order and then all will be perfect.

Now that I'm up here, I can lend a hand and raise Amy and Katherine higher too. The better they are at sex, the more that benefits me, as the situation evolves into one big, constant Plummer family orgy. I just have to make sure to stay one step ahead and not give everything away. At the very least, it'll take them years of Kegel exercises before they have the pussy control I do.

Susan, on the other hand... Of course I have to teach her all I know, eventually, but I'm not going to be in such a big hurry about it. After all, he did say Amy and Katherine take top priority. I'm still deathly afraid that he's going to forget all about me when he starts to fuck his "mommy." If she somehow magically gained all my years of sexual experience overnight, I'd be in big trouble.

After all this thought, she answered smiling, "Of course, Sweetie, you're so right. Since you beat me in our little contest and made me cum first, I'll have to teach them. But it'll take a while. That climax without ejaculation thing especially is more of an art than anything. It requires a special touch."

That's true enough, she thought. "But in any case, let's get our act together here. Susan will be expecting you for dinner."

Once they dressed and got in the car, Suzanne called her husband Eric on her cell phone and told him she'd be late and they should get some take out food without her.

Alan similarly called up Susan and told her the computer shopping was taking longer than expected.

Now that they were done, Suzanne's energy level finally crashed. As wiped out as Alan was, he was forced to drive the car back because Suzanne was in no shape to drive. She could barely walk.

But Suzanne could still tease. She gleefully pointed out that after being gone so many hours, they of course didn't have any computer or other purchases to show for it. "I guess we'll just have to go shopping again tomorrow then, to make sure we get that computer."

"Do you mean we'll actually buy a computer, or come back here?"

"And I thought you were a smart kid. Screw computers! I know as much about them as you do. I'll buy one on Monday while you're at school so I don't miss out on any opportunities involving your penis. This sharing of you is a real drag! To think, you're going to fuck my daughter tonight and I'm hoping that you'll have something left for me tomorrow. But I love you and what you do to me so much that I don't care that much."

He replied, trying to change the topic, "I'm so happy to have finally fucked you that I can't even express it in words. And how are we going to keep fucking and not get caught after our 'shopping' tomorrow? We can't suddenly be shopping every day of the week."

"True," Suzanne conceded. "I want to fuck every single day, but that may not be realistic in the short term. We may have to do without some days, until everything is out in the open."

Alan nodded and pointed out, "Katherine and I don't get to do it very often either. Wouldn't it be great to have no secrets? Keep working on Mom's resistance."

"Okay. Sounds like you could use more rest, so a day off here and there won't kill me. But you still owe me 26 more times to make up for lost time, and the count goes up one more every day. As for your mother, believe me, I'm trying!"

She considered proving how much she was working on Susan by telling him about how the psychologist session with Xania was faked, but she just didn't have the energy for it. She knew he'd have to learn the truth about that sooner or later. It was dangerous to keep too many secrets and that wasn't a very important one.

She began to drift off as Alan drove the car down the highway, but then came alert with a sudden start. "Sweetie? Can you promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"You know what you were saying earlier about tying me up while you fuck my daughter tonight. You were just fantasizing, right? You're not going to actually do that."

Alan looked over at her and considered. He'd already forgotten about it and hadn't been planning on it, but on the other hand the idea did have a strong appeal. "Of course I won't. Don't worry. Not unless you want to."

"Well, I don't. You know my feelings on that so I won't belabor the point. And please. Treat her gently tonight. I'm counting on you to be the loving gentleman Alan with her and not this new aggressive Alan. She's so innocent and impressionable."

"Don't worry. You can count on me."

Reassured, Suzanne smiled and drifted off to sleep.

That left Alan alone with his thoughts as he struggled to stay awake long enough to make the drive home. Just think. As soon as I get home, I'm going to have a late supper, and then it's on to a date with Amy. More fucking to follow. Then I've promised Katherine we can fuck again as soon as Saturday is over and our grounding punishment is done. I wouldn't be surprised if she attacks me the instant the clock strikes midnight. Then Suzanne wants another session just like this one tomorrow, which in and of itself will totally destroy my penis and energy. And my mom clearly wants her ass fucked so bad that I would be a bad son not to neglect that any longer. At least I think she does. Sometimes I have a hard time understanding my "new" mom.

And then there's Glory! If she knows I've stayed home all weekend and didn't call her, she's going to be pissed. And she will learn the hiking trip was canceled soon, and I don't want to lie to her about it anyways. If I'm a good guy, I should go to the beach with her tomorrow or something.

And that's just for starters. There are always surprises, like the surprise Akami visit. For all I know, Heather could crawl into my window at three in the morning and demand that I stop neglecting her and fuck her there and then. I'm literally drowning in beautiful, naked female bodies. It's really not fair for me to have so many beauties if I can't put in the time and emotion they deserve. I have to focus on just the ones who mean the most to me.

How can I manage it all? Suzanne alone is more than just about any guy can handle. A human dynamo. ... I've got to figure out some kind of system to deal with all of these women without literally getting fucked to death! I'm loving it too much to stop or even slow down, that's for sure. I mean, fucking Suzanne turned into a totally transcendent bonding experience there at the end. Nothing else matters, compared to doing something like that.

The ironic thing is, this is the weekend I'm supposed to be resting!

CHAPTER 8

Alan and Suzanne tried to hurry back from their afternoon fucking session, but thanks to rush hour traffic they didn't return until about 7:30. It was a long ride back from their hotel, but that turned out to be a good thing as it gave both of them a chance to recover. Between the ride and the showers they took before leaving the hotel, their freshly fucked looks had faded and they almost appeared normal. But inside they were bereft of energy.

Suzanne joked as she got out of the car in front of her house, "Look at me trying to walk. I look like I've been riding a horse all day long. And to be honest, that's just about accurate, my horse-hung Sweetie. I'm going to have to hide out at my house for a while or else your mother will suspect what we've done. If by some odd chance my husband or son is around to see me walk, I'll have to pretend I'm ill."

It was true - she walked slightly bow-legged just as if she'd been on a horse. She could almost still feel Alan's penis filling her deep inside her as she shuffled along.

Alan walked Suzanne to her front door. They wanted to share an intimate goodbye kiss, signifying their new level of intimacy. But, standing outside, there was no telling who might be watching; for all they knew maybe even Suzanne's husband or son could be watching somehow.

So instead, Suzanne held Alan's hand and gave him a look so intense it nearly bowled him over. She was trying for loving and affectionate, but it came out more smolderingly "fuck me hard right here on the front lawn" sexy than anything. That was typical Suzanne - she radiated sex and she was hardly able to turn it off.

They left without parting words because no words could begin to express the feelings they had for each other.

Alan walked one house over to his own home and went inside.

As soon as he walked in the door Susan rushed at him and kissed him passionately on the lips for many minutes, as if he'd been gone for weeks.

"We've missed you!" she said between kisses. She still wore the T-shirt with the hole designed to make her boobs stick straight out. Alan didn't need to be told that was an invitation to fondle his mother's hefty jugs to his heart's desire.

Alan was tired, and his penis was on the verge of pain. He was amused at being handed off from Suzanne to Susan with hardly a minute's pause between them. But seeing his mother like that was an irresistible temptation. He locked lips with her some more, and meanwhile grabbed her ass with one hand and a tit with the other. When he stuck a finger into her anus, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she slipped out of his arms and fell to the floor.

That stopped them temporarily, and Susan caught her breath.

"Wow, that's some greeting!" Susan exclaimed once she recovered. At the same time, she casually pulled Alan's shorts down his legs without even asking. She gushed, "It's like you're coming home and immediately showing that you're the man of the house. It's like you walk in the door and say, 'These tits, these lips, this ass, it's all mine and mine alone.' If Ron kissed me like that when he came home, he wouldn't have his wife stolen away by his own son! Phew! I wish you two would go shopping for computers more often, if you're going to come back like that."

From behind, Katherine said, "So do we, don't we?"

Alan and Susan turned in surprise to see Katherine there. Actually, it wasn't really that much of a surprise - it was getting pretty common to have someone walk in on these kinds of situations.

In fact, Susan complained, "Katherine, would you quit sneaking up like that? Why not just announce yourself from afar first if I'm engaging in some intimate matters here with my Tiger?" Although Susan griped, the intrusion didn't reduce her determination to play with her son. She reached out and fondled his still flaccid penis.

Katherine suggested, "But it's much more fun this way, isn't it? What do you think, Amy?"

Alan and Susan jumped a bit in surprise and scanned the room. Sure enough, Amy was walking down the stairs to the living room and soon stood just behind Katherine. Son and mother relaxed to see it was only Amy after all. Susan might have pulled her hand from her son's dick in surprise, but once she got her hands on it, there wasn't much short of a direct tornado hit on the house that would cause her to let go.

Amy answered, "I think it's fun to give surprises. Like playing hide and seek!"

Susan responded, rolling her eyes, "You two. I thought you were going to stay in Katherine's room. I thought I overheard you mentioning something about checking for bumps. I suppose you're going to demand your welcome back home kiss from Alan, too." She was more suggesting that protesting. Alan's penis was still half-hard at best, and she secretly hoped some enthusiastic greetings might improve its condition.

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, while Katherine simultaneously said, "Yep!" They crossed the living room to be nearer to Alan. Amy excitedly hopped the whole way, as if she were a giant bunny. She did it just for the fun of it.

Alan commanded, "Ladies. All of you. Shirts off, please. Now."

That was a very popular thing to say. Amy's eyes twinkled with delight. Susan nearly swooned as she fell back in line with the other two.

Katherine faked a dramatic swoon and said, "Look who's all in charge of his girls! He doesn't even give a reason. He just demands action from his bitches! Mom, you're so right about him taking his natural place as the man of the house." She yanked her T-shirt off over her head in one fluid movement.

The others did the same along with her. Suddenly there were three sets of large breasts bouncing in front of one extremely happy teenaged boy.

Alan thought to himself, There's a sight that will stay burned in my memory forever. Wow. Six glorious tits all side by side, full of bouncy goodness.

But he tried to act nonchalant, and even complained, "I don't need to remind you: no use of the B-word around here. I respect all three of you too much to allow that kind of language."

Katherine pretended to be clueless. "The B-word? Do you mean the word 'big', as in 'Big Crowbar Brother?'" She giggled. "Or do you mean 'beg' as in 'Can I beg for permission to suck your cock a little bit?' Or could you mean 'bang,' as in 'It's about time I bang my little sister?'"

Amy added, "I think he means 'boink,' as in "Tonight I'm going to boink my official girlfriend."

Susan was back on her knees in front of him. She surprisingly played along and suggested, "Why dont you girls, who are not his bitches, take turns giving him some big juicy kisses? Meanwhile, this mommy, who is also not one of his many big-titted bitches, will happily beg that she'll be allowed to suck at this funny noodle dangling between his legs."

She eyed his dick again, sticking straight out through his fly, and was pleased to discover that it had nearly reached its full hardness. She had no idea what a great feat of stamina that was, considering the way he'd been secretly fucking Suzanne all afternoon.

Katherine giggled. "Why, my mother, who is also not a fellow perpetual horny cum-slut, this non-whore for my brother's dick will be happy to settle with exploring his mouth with my tongue for a while. Even if I have to share." She walked close, ostentatiously puckered her lips, and made to kiss him.

Alan complained, "Okay, you two, enough of that. You can't use those words, even in the negative. I'm sorry, Amy." He was apologizing for their immaturity, but at the same time his growing penis indicated the talk had aroused him against his will. His erection had been growing, but straight down. All of a sudden, it sprung out forward and bounced in the air towards the three vixens, like some sort of nympho-finding divining rod.

Susan immediately welcomed his hardness with a smile and two eager hands.

Amy stood behind Katherine as if waiting her turn in a kissing line. She smiled. "Sorry for what? Are you saying that your official girlfriend, who is also a non-tasty sperm slut, can or can't use words like bitch when she talks with her pussy-mouth?"

Alan was fairly floored by that, especially her use of "pussy mouth". It didn't seem like the kind of thing Amy would say, but then he realized she saw it as a fun word game, and wanted to join in before it ended.

Katherine commented, "Oooh! 'Pussy-mouth!' I like that one."

Susan agreed. "Yes, Angel. Nice. Please put your pussy-mouth on his lips, and my pussy-mouth will get to work down here on his sister-poker." Her mouth honed in on his penis, but she blew air onto it to give him a bit of a tease first.

Katherine exclaimed, "'Sister-poker'? Wow Mom, I love your language. You know how to make me happy!"

Susan just replied with an enthusiastic "Mmmm!" because she couldn't wait with the blowing and had already begun cocksucking.

Alan was astounded to find his penis erect despite having cum four times at the hotel with Suzanne, plus once more in the morning. He never would have figured he'd get hard again only an hour and a half after he'd left his penis for dead at the hotel. He was also mindful that he had to save something for later with Amy.

But the enthusiasm from all three females was too much for him to take. He griped, even though he'd already mentally surrendered to their affections, "You all know this is supposed to be my rest weekend, don't you?"

Katherine's lips covered his as soon as the last word left his mouth.

Susan spoke fairly clearly despite having her son's penis deep in her mouth - she'd been practicing on phallic objects so she could do that better. "Tiger, it muth have been hourth thinth your wath climath. Hourth! Mmmm! And you need a BIG reward from all of uth for helping Thuzanne. That was tho conthiderate of you. MMMM!"

Alan guiltily thought about the "help" he gave Suzanne: non-stop fucking and no shopping whatsoever. "To be honest, Suzanne helped me out a bit while we were gone." He thought, That's true, if I'm referring to how she helped me to reach some mind-blowing orgasms. "In fact, she just gave me a reward of her own."

Meanwhile, Susan began rubbing her tits up against his thighs while her hands found a rhythm on his lower penis while her tongue worked at a different rhythm around the penis head.

Katherine resumed kissing him and rubbing her tits on his chest.

He couldn't recall having two pairs of big tits rubbing him at once, and decided he quite liked it.

Susan spoke again; her simultaneous licking forced her to lisp. "I'll bet she did! I figured ath much. That explainth why it took you a couple minuteth to get hard. Mmmm. MMMM! I can never leave her alone with your GREAT BIG thing! Mmmm! Tho good! She'th tho good at draining it dry with that thuper long tongue of herth. I'm sure she'th the one who got the real reward - all dow her thwoat. Am I wight? Did you give it to her good?"

Alan smiled in fond memory while Katherine licked his neck and Susan worked the most sensitive spot on his dick. "Oh yeah. You could say that again!"

"Doeth that mean you want your big-titted, cock worthipping thervant to sthop?" Susan's hands grasped and pistoned the part of his penis outside her mouth while her mouth worked on the rest. "Pleath don't make me thop? I've been thooo looking forward all afternoon to thith: getting naked on my kneeth with my Tiger'th dick in my handth."

"My pleasure, Mom. Most definitely my pleasure."

Susan groaned with joy.

Alan thought, God, how easy is it to please this woman? She's practically ready to faint with happiness just because I'm giving her permission to suck me off, which she's doing already anyway! Wow. And she's calling herself things like "cock worshipping servant" and totally blowing my mind. I'd better not call attention to it for fear of making her self-conscious about it.

Even as he was thinking these thoughts, Katherine worked her way back up to his mouth and began kissing him with such fervor that he could barely breathe.

He looked past Katherine's hair hanging down all over his face, and saw Amy standing all alone, bouncing up and down, eagerly awaiting her turn to take over from Katherine or even Susan. But his sister was having such fun kissing and rubbing herself all over her brother that it looked like it would be a while before Amy would get a chance, if she got one at all. And there was no way to get Susan off of him without a crowbar.

So Alan snapped his fingers, and tried to motion Amy to go around behind him. She didn't understand, so he broke his sisterly lip lock and explained, "Amy, please rub your tits on my back, okay? And while you're at it, see if you can rub your cunt on my ass."

"M'kay!" Amy apparently already had something like that in mind because she'd gotten a bottle of oil from elsewhere in the house while the others had been occupied with each other. She poured the oil al over her chest and then plastered her soft body up against his. She began rubbing her entire body all over his firm muscles. Thanks to the oil, soon her whole body was sliding easily over his, in the same way that Susan's two hands were sliding all over the part of Alan's slicked up dick that wasn't inside her mouth.

Susan spoke to her daughter with her tongue still wrapped around her son's erection. "Angel, did you hear that? Awan may not call us bitcheth, but he'th tweating uth juth like hith fuck toyth. He snapth hith fingerth and findth another naked body rubbing all over him juth like a ... female dog in heat." She giggled over her clever new method of saying "bitch" yet again.

Katherine broke the kiss again to reply, "I know, Mom. Isn't it divine? Personally, this female of the canine persuasion gets all hot to be treated like a fuck toy. It makes me want to rub my cat, if you know what I mean."

Susan gave a muffled "Mmmm-hmm!" while her slurping tongue went round and round Alan's penis head.

Alan now found himself sandwiched between three women. Katherine was holding him tight and rubbing her breasts all over his chest. She'd found the oil Amy used and poured it on her skin too. So she was slipping and sliding on one side while Amy was doing the same on the other. Katherine commented, "You know, Bro, this is like you're one giant cock, and Amy and I are like oiled up hands, jacking your whole body off!"

Amy joked, "Gosh, watch out! He might start shooting semen out of the top of his head at any moment! Just like the blowhole of a whale!"

The two of them had a good giggle over that.

However, the giggly girls weren't the end of the pleasurable sensations assaulting him. Susan was still on her knees, sucking on her son's erection while frigging herself at the same time. The fact that her daughter's bare pussy was rubbing on the back of her head only made her happier.

Alan couldn't last long in the face of this triple attack. His one saving grace so far was that Susan had been taking it easy for a while, trying to make the experience last. But even that could only go on so long, especially with all the delightfully slippery oiled up tits sliding over him seemingly everywhere at once.

He commanded, "Okay. Break. I'm about to blow!"

All three females pulled away within seconds, despite a great hunger in their eyes.

He was so staggered at their complete and quick obedience that he nearly came from that alone. He was particularly amazed that Susan completely disengaged.

The three women kept their eyes glued on his bobbing penis. They watched with amusement as he strained and struggled until the immediate urge to cum surged past. A great climax was temporarily averted by the narrowest of margins. Eye contact between Amy and Katherine indicated that Amy would get her turn to kiss as soon as Alan was ready again.

Alan panted and sweated. It was draining to be at the center of so much energetic action. Meanwhile, after he recovered a bit, he tried to make idle, non-arousing chat to help pass the time until he was fully ready to go again. He asked everyone, "So, what did you all do while I was gone?"

Katherine answered, "As a feminine Fido whose brain is only capable of thinking how to sexually please her brother, I'm incapable of answering such a tough question. Perhaps the randy Rover on her knees ready to lick our master's penis can do better?" She again reveled in coming up with alternate ways to say "bitch."

Susan giggled too. "This woman who walks the street to have sex for money, but only for my son... Hey, what do you call it when a woman pays a man for sex?" She laughed. "Anyway, I spent most of the afternoon repeatedly practicing the mental 'visualization exercises' Xania recom-"

Alan immediately interrupted her. "Mom! Sis! Come on! Okay, I'll admit 'feminine Fido' was amusing, but Mom, I don't EVER want to hear you seriously describe yourself that way, okay? Or use those kinds of words. When I hear the word 'whore' I get seriously upset. And when I hear one of you say something like 'slut' I imagine you sleeping with lots of men, and I only want you all to sleep with me."

"Oh!" All three females said at once. It was like light bulbs appeared above their heads.

Katherine spoke for all three when she said, "NOW I get it; why you don't want us to use those words." She giggled, "And here I thought you were just being noble."

Alan got really red in the face. He stammered, "I AM being noble," but then he realized how immodest that sounded and got even redder. "What I mean is, yeah, I'm possessive, I'll admit, but I also don't want to be demeaning to you."

Katherine gave a friendly laugh. "You're so cute when you blush. Don't worry! We're here only for you. When we say 'slut,' we mean YOUR slut only. We're YOUR whores and bitches and would NEVER think of sleeping with anyone else. Right, Amy? Mom?"

"Of course, silly!" Amy answered for both.

Alan gazed at the wall in amazement. "This is not happening. This conversation is completely unreal. What did I do to deserve this? This is NOT REAL."

Susan looked to Amy. "Darling, please show Alan how real our love for him is."

Amy moved forward and took over kissing "duty." Susan resumed her cocksucking, and Katherine took over the oily tit rub of Alan's back and also worked on his ass with her hands.

They went on like that for several minutes. Everyone was happy. There was so much contented cooing and mewing that it sounded like a room of horny female cats.

CHAPTER 9

Eventually Alan broke away for another rest. He said, "Obviously you all won't let me eat my dinner until I give up my cum load. Since that's the case, I don't know why, but I'm in the mood to titfuck my mom on the dining room table. Sorry, girls."

"Oh, would you?" Susan asked with glee. She was pleased as punch that he picked her over the two nubile teens half her age.

Then thinking some more, she frowned and said, "But the table is set so nice for dinner. We've been waiting to eat, you know." Susan added as an afterthought, "We're all hungry for dinner, but I think I can speak for everyone when I say we're more hungry for cock! First things first; which means I have to get that juicy fuckmeat back in my mouth." She stood up and walked to the dining room.

Alan, Amy, and Katherine followed. Alan's T-shirt and Susan and Katherine's high heels were the only items anyone still had on. Alan walked next to Katherine and whispered, "What's with Mom's language today? She's just totally letting go."

His sister whispered back, "I don't know, but I love it. Don't you?"

Alan just nodded.

But ironically, right then Susan seemed to hesitate when she saw that she would be on show for the two girls. She felt particularly self-conscious in front on Amy, once she thought about it. She frowned, and even reflexively covered up her chest for a moment.

Alan saw the hesitation and suggested, "If you get on the table you just might give me the best orgasm of the day. But the competition is pretty tough today, especially with Amy coming up tonight." Everyone knew what was going to happen on Alan and Amy's date. He could barely imagine finding the energy to do that as well.

As Alan was beginning to realize, Susan couldn't stand being sexually outdone by the other women, and she would do most anything to stay ahead. "The best, huh? I think I can prove again who the best is." She smiled nearly wickedly in anticipation of the challenge.

Susan took the breakable objects like drinking glasses off of the table, and then swept the rest off with a dramatic gesture. Silverware went clattering on the floor.

Everyone had a good laugh.

"I've always dreamed of having a good reason to do that," she commented. "I never would have imagined though that the reason would be giving up my naked body to my cute son. If only my husband could see me now!"

She lay on the table in the lewdest manner she could think of, letting one leg hang off of either side and stretching her back backwards like a cat. Her pussy was now the center of attraction. She wore a face that made it appear as if she was unwillingly about to be fucked by her own son. But in fact she said to Alan, "Come sit on Mommy, and give Mommy your big dick. Xania wants me to be more assertive of my needs, so that's an order!"

Alan didn't know what she wanted. He thought, Is that an invitation for a proper fuck?! Actual real intercourse?! I should at least try for it all. I mean, who could blame me, given the way she's spread for me like that! He sat between her legs, and put his penis right over her pussy.

But just as his penis head touched her pussy lips, she said forcefully, "You're NOT going to put your penis in there, right? Suzanne was just telling me earlier today how important it is you get your rest and specifically warned me against this. If we start on you-know-what, we'll go for hours! You're in no shape for that tonight."

Alan struggled not to scream at the top of his lungs. He let out some frustration with a heavy sigh, but that wasn't good enough. He thought ruefully, Damn! Suzanne is such a hypocrite. The only reason I don't have the energy to fuck my mom into oblivion today is because Suzanne completely wiped me out! Is Suzanne putting Susan off so she can have me to herself? I wouldn't put it past her. So frustrating! I'm so close!

But then with a start he realized, Hey, wait a minute. She said "You're in no shape for that TONIGHT." Talk about an invitation for some other day! Wow! But as usual, I'm just going to play it cool in case pointing that out causes her to freak. I sure hope I'm reading that right. At least it gives me SOME hope!

He kept his penis poking at her groin, but guided it up a bit until the penis head poked into the forest of his mother's dark brown bush. He slid it over her rough hair a couple of times until the piss hole rested directly against her clit. It was fun to watch her reaction, but he also felt a "so close, and yet so far" frustration. A simple jerk down was all it would take for him to lodge himself deep into her wanting sex hole.

But Susan seemed determined to heed Suzanne's advice, especially with the audience they had. She brought a hand down to guide his penis to safety and said, "No, you naughty, yummy cum fountain. Don't even think of it! We have to listen to Suzanne. She knows what's best. Scoot up so you can fuck my tits. My married pussy may be off limits, but you literally own my big knockers. Let them squeeze out all that terrible spermy build-up."

Alan sighed, but resigned himself to what was still an extremely appealing option. He happened to glance over at Amy and Katherine and saw them pouring even more oil on each other. He thought, Dang, I wish I had like eight arms, three mouths, and at least four penises.

Susan looked where he was looking and said, "Hey, you two. Pour some of that right here. Please."

Amy walked over and poured a copious amount of the fragrant oil onto Susan's breasts, but then kept pouring more onto her stomach and even some on her legs all the way down to her knees. She then helped to rub in the oil that was behind Alan's back, while Susan rubbed in the generous puddles of oil all over her rack and stomach.

Alan got up off of Susan a little bit and then sat back down on her, but this time he straddled her newly slick stomach. He put his dick in the deep valley between her mountainous tits. He was liberally oozing pre-cum after all the action in the entrance way, so he used that as lubrication.

"Promise me you'll end up in my mouth," Susan said. "I haven't tasted your gooey sperm for hours!" The one thing she didn't like about titfucks was when she had the penis so tantalizingly close to her mouth, but not in it. He loved it when he fucked her tits hard, but it was impossible to keep any part of her mouth on his penis when he was vigorously sliding away.

Alan noted as he began sliding into her cleavage with short and slow strokes, "I was afraid that we would have to stop this kind of thing altogether when we went to the psychologist, but Xania seems to have redoubled your enthusiasm."

"Yes. Well, she said everything is fine in moderation. This is it for me today, and then tonight I have plans of my own with friends. Xania said – unh, just like that Tiger! – I have to maintain a balance in my life between friends, work, and fucking my children!"

Alan heard Amy and Katherine talking. He looked over where they stood just in time to hear Katherine joke, "Sorry, Amy. This lewd sight isn't appropriate for an innocent virgin such as yourself." It was a joke because she then "protected" Amy by guiding her friend's face towards her own crotch.

Amy got the hint. She went down to her knees to lap Katherine all up. Her hands slithered all over Katherine's oily ass.

Alan was already well on the way to orgasm before he and his mother even got to the table, but he tried his best to hang on. He slowly increased his pace until he was giving her chest a serious plowing. In case he needed any extra stimulation, which he most certainly did not, all he had to do was look over at Katherine and Amy engaging in an oily Sapphic wrestling match.

After titfucking Susan for many minutes, he literally sat on her face. He didn't just want her to nibble on the end on the penis head; he pointed his dick down and fed as much into her mouth as she could take. Even though she couldn't overcome her gag reflex just yet, she managed to gobble down more than half of its long length.

They both knew the end was near. He didn't do any more thrusting for fear of gagging her. Instead, she put her magical tongue and lips to work on the massive intrusion in her mouth, while he kneaded her highly sensitive and oily breasts.

When he came, he found himself too excited to keep his penis still any longer. In fact, he completely forgot about her gag reflex limitations altogether. He used his hips to aggressively and rhythmically thrust his ejaculating penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. "Take that! Take that for being such a tease!" he yelled in frustration. He was surprised at his own words, but couldn't stop himself.

Susan was in no position to respond. All she could do was open her eyes wide. She could scarcely believe that his penis had passed her gag reflex and she was taking it all the way to the root. When he came, she managed to swallow it all without too much gagging. Luckily he came quickly, because she couldn't breathe at all.

Alan pushed his dick deeper and deeper down her throat, yelling, "Take it! Take it! Take it!" He seemed to be spaced out and more than a little bit possessed.

One thing that disappointed Susan was that by having his penis so deep in her mouth when he came, the cum went straight down her throat without her being able to taste it and savor it. His whole body trembled as he held his shaft while it burst repeatedly onto Susan's tonsils.

Meanwhile, Katherine came while watching the entire thing intently from about ten feet away, thanks to what Amy did with her head firmly between Katherine's legs. It almost looked like Katherine was sitting on Amy. The slithery oil was dripping off them and onto the carpet, but no one seemed to care.

Alan then rolled off of Susan and fell to the floor. Susan enjoyed it all tremendously, and enjoyed the face fuck for its aggressiveness (despite the loss of tasty cum). She was pleased that she'd managed a deep throating of sorts, even though the circumstances for it were unrepeatable and bizarre. But she was disturbed by his comments and actions showing a very rarely seen mean streak.

Katherine spoke up. "Boy, Brother, you sure kind of went crazy there. Did you know you might have hurt her? She could have choked!"

"Sorry," he said gruffly. He was so frustrated that he wasn't thinking straight.

Susan asked, "Something wrong, Tiger?" She got up and comfortingly put an arm around him. "Am I teasing you too much?"

"Just a tad," he said sarcastically. "I mean, what we just did was great, but the way you spread your legs so invitingly like I could study you for an anatomy lesson - but you don't let me actually fuck you. I can put my cock right onto your pussy lips, but that's it! How frustrating can you get?! And then earlier, we had a threesome, which you'd think would lead to an orgy, but noooOOOoooo. The damn no fucking rule again. It's like that day after day. And the way you're talking so brazenly and sexily all of a sudden. It's more than agonizing!"

"I'm sorry," Susan said with concern. "Sometimes I forget how it is for you. I just feel so liberated lately. Between Suzanne, Katherine, and I all being unwilling to let you fuck us, it must get pretty tough."

Alan almost burst into laughter. He figured now was not the time to mention that he'd fucked Suzanne just hours before, and fucked Katherine lots of times already.

Susan cluelessly continued, "The fact that you're obviously getting a good deal of pussy at school makes it all the more agonizing at home, doesn't it?"

Alan nodded. He looked over at Katherine and Amy, who were both now sitting side by side, holding hands. They looked back with concern.

Susan continued, "Oh dear. But now that Amy is your girlfriend, she's fair game. Why don't you give her a good fucking tonight? I'm sure that'll make you feel better." She smiled and nodded at Amy, who politely nodded back.

"I plan on doing just that," Alan replied. He was starting to feel a lot better, and seeing Amy smiling at him helped his mood considerably.

He thought, Today is supposed to be my day of rest more or less, but obviously that's been blown. There's something really exciting about taking the mother and daughter for the first time on the same day. God, just look at Amy. She's like the light of my life. If only I can get it up and keep it up, and make her happy. I'd be lucky if I can do it once more, twice at the max for sure.

But then he thought of Susan's feelings and asked, "Doesn't that prospect bother you, though? You know, me going all the way with my girlfriend?"

"Sure," she answered honestly. "I'm jealous as hell. If I was only your mother, I'd have all kinds of issues about it. But now I'm your lover too. It's not just that I live to suck your cock, I love you like a lover, you know, the kind of deep love between a man and woman."

The two of them passed a special intimate look between each other.

She continued, "So yeah, it bothers me. But I want what's best for you and your insatiable pecker." She grabbed his flaccid penis briefly. "Plus I care for Amy dearly, and look how badly she needs it. I sure can relate." She joked with a tinge of bitterness, "SOMEbody around here needs to get fucked!"

"Mom," Katherine piped up, "I can really relate too. When do I get to fuck Alan?"

"Angel dear, you're a Plummer. Actual fucking would be incest."

"But Mom! Not long ago you pretty much admitted he'd fuck me sooner or later. So why not sooner?! Why not just face facts?! Doesn't Xania say it's okay?"

Susan grew very flustered, "Angel, please. Let's not talk about this right now. Not in front of our guest." She nodded towards Amy, who was hardly a mere "guest." That was a desperate grasping of straws to avoid answering, because she didn't have an answer. She only had the strong emotion that she didn't want to see Katherine fucked by Alan, at least not yet.

She thought, I'm having enough trouble with Alan and Amy, I can't think of Alan and Katherine, too. Soon he's going to be fucking everyone else and forget about this old bag of bones!

Katherine grumbled, "Amy is hardly a guest. She's like family!" But she let the conversation die when Susan failed to respond to that. She could sense this wasn't the time to get into it.

Instead, Susan tried to change the subject by asking Alan a question. "Oh, by the way, Son, thanks for the violent torrent of cock juice. Please do it like that more often, although you don't have to go THAT far down my throat. Was my stimulation the best for you today, so far?"

He warily replied, "Honestly, it was really good; very cathartic. But today is unusually tough competition. Suzanne did me even better earlier."

"Grrr! Damn that woman! She's a devil with that long tongue of hers. But I'm learning her tricks. Just you watch out for next time."

Alan remained flopped out on the floor. He was in no hurry to go anywhere. Amy and Katherine lingered in nearby chairs, both in a similar lazy post-coital mood.

Susan, though, had things to do. She walked off into the kitchen to warm up their dinners. She exaggeratedly swayed her hips as she walked, knowing that Alan, Katherine, and Amy would be watching from behind, and all three would desire her. She loved it. She didn't have a concern in the world.

CHAPTER 10

Several hours later, Alan and Amy left to go to a party. All of their friends were there. It was a very big and lavish affair held by the kids of some very rich parents. No adults were in sight, but there was a ton of alcohol and even pot, ecstasy, and cocaine. Alan and Amy abstained from everything except for a little bit of alcohol.

The party was something of a coming out for Alan and Amy as a couple. While their status with each other was now widely known, few acquaintances had a chance to see them together, acting like a couple. Since they weren't at school, both of them pushed the limits of acceptable levels of public displays of affection. They necked at every opportunity and made their way through the party as if they were fused together at the hip.

Amy was beaming with joy again, intensely proud of Alan and the way people looked at them when they were together.

Sometimes Alan was a bit thick, and he was slow in figuring out the depth of Amy's feelings towards him. But there was something about the way she acted that made it clear for the first time just how deeply she was in love with him. At first, the thought scared him slightly. While he also loved her very much, he wasn't willing to have an exclusive relationship. But as he mentally reviewed recent days and realized that Amy still hadn't shown a hint of jealousy, he felt much better.

To test that out a bit more, he took her for a walk arm in arm through a quiet part of the backyard, and said, "You know, I fucked your mom this afternoon. Are you okay with that?"

"Gosh. You had sex with Mom?" she said in surprise. "Wow. That's weird to actually, really hear. But it's not surprising."

"Are you okay with that?"

"Of course I am, silly! I love you, Alan. I'm just happy to see you happy. I'd do anything if it makes you happy. Your mom and I are very similar in that way. I guess you don't know how much I've loved you for so long." She squeezed his hand tightly.

"I've been realizing it more and more lately. I love you too. You, Suzanne, Susan, and Katherine. We're like a close family, now. I love you all deeply and in different ways. Aims, your unconditional love really means a lot to me. I don't know if you've noticed, but lately I find myself depending on you more and more. You're like a rock of stability in these really confusing and emotionally wrenching times for me. Tonight I'd like to show you another way we can love each other."

"Goody! You're talking about fucking, right?"

He nodded and smiled.

"Finally! Geez Louise! I've been hoping and praying since you hinted at that yesterday that your penis would be up for it tonight. I can't believe it's REALLY gonna happen, after all those games you played on me. Wow!" She turned towards him and hugged him while continuing to hold his hand.

"What do you mean, games?"

"Hey, I'm not as dumb as you think. I've seen movies. Okay, I'll admit that at the start I didn't know what was going on, but after a while I realized you and Katherine sticking your fingers in my pussy all the time wasn't pure altruism."

Alan laughed, and then Amy joined in. He said a bit sheepishly, "Sorry about that. But it was fun, wasn't it?"

"Lots!"

"Then let's have even more fun tonight. And by the way, I don't think you're dumb. I think you're naïve and lost in your own world, or something, a lot of the time. You're different, but not dumb."

"Thanks! I get okay grades, you know. But I know I'm not as smart as you. But let's not just stand here talking. Take me home and give me some of what you gave my mom. Show me how to fuck!"

So Alan took her home, even though the party was just hitting its stride. It was just after midnight when they returned, and Susan had already gone to bed after spending the evening at an intimate party with some female friends. But Alan was a bit surprised to see that Katherine was just sitting around, waiting for them to return. His first thought was that she must be jealous. But in fact, it was just the opposite.

"Hey Amy," Katherine said. "I understand that tonight is going to be your special night with Alan."

Amy nodded excitedly.

"I'm very excited for you. So let's go get you prepared. Alan, just be patient, and don't go into your room until I say so, okay?" Katherine whisked Amy off.

Alan sat around in the living room for about fifteen minutes, idly and impatiently channel surfing the TV. There was one part of him that didn't mind waiting that much, because he was worried that his penis wouldn't be up for the task. In fact, going to the party was mostly one big stalling tactic. He figured every minute could help.

"Okay, she's ready!" Katherine eventually yelled. "You can come up to your room."

Alan walked the stairs to the second floor, and opened the door to his room. To his great surprise, the lights were off but his sister had lit over a hundred candles, creating a very pleasant visual effect. As he walked in, he heard Marvin Gaye's sexy "Let's Get It On" album start to play on the stereo. The room was fragrantly scented. Most pleasing though was the sight of Amy sitting up in his bed.

"Hi Alan," she said shyly, but proud of herself. She was covered with beautiful ribbons, held together by a number of big bows. One was over her boobs, another over her crotch, another in her hair, another keeping her hands tied, and the last one tied her ankles together.

"Wow. I'm blown away," was all Alan could say. "Sis, you did this?"

"Yep," she said widely smiling. "I figured our first time together was great, but not at all romantic, so I wanted Amy to have a more romantic setting."

Alan was impressed with his sister. "What a nice thing to do. Aren't you the coolest friend? And the best sister a brother could have!"

Amy couldn't help blurt out excitedly and happily, "Katherine says that being all tied up like this symbolizes how, I'm like, totally yours! Isn't that totally the greatest?"

"Yes, it is," Alan replied calmly, but his penis lurched in excitement. He said to Katherine, "I know this is your linguistic terrain, but with all those bows, Amy really does look like a fuck toy. Like a human blow up doll, waiting under the Christmas tree to be unwrapped."

Amy exclaimed, "Ooooh! God! That turns me on! Fuck me already!"

"Don't just stand there," Katherine nudged her brother. "One of your fuck toys is eagerly waiting to be broken in. Undo bow number one, the hair bow."

Alan undid the bow, which replaced her regular hair band that managed her long hair. Amy's hair immediately fell free in every direction. She shook it like a model in a shampoo commercial, and it cascaded through the air alluringly.

"Okay, bow number two; the boob bow," Katherine commanded. "Then I'll go and leave you two lovebirds alone, but I just want to see a bit of my handiwork first. Though I must add as an aside that next time I hope I'm invited. You know it is after midnight, nudge, nudge."

Alan answered, "I'm aware, and that makes me even more impressed by your generosity."

Midnight meant the end of Saturday, which technically meant that Alan now allowed himself to fuck his sister at home, even though they would still be going behind their mother's back about it. "You will be included, soon, but you know how it is, wanting to be alone for the first time."

Katherine nodded with some resignation and regret.

Alan undid the second bow, and Amy's boobs, already mostly uncovered, sprung free and jiggled around.

She languidly lay back onto the bed, and raised her bound hands up above her head.

Alan was entranced by her beauty, and by her subjugation that was symbolized by the tied wrists and ankles.

"I'll leave you be to work on bow number three, the pussy bow." Katherine made to leave.

"Thanks so much, Sis," said Alan. "Little Pincer Cunt Walls of Death Sis. This is a really nice gesture."

"Yeah, thanks, Katherine! You're the awesomest, super best friend!" said Amy enthusiastically.

Katherine waved off the compliments, even while she was obviously happily eating them up. "I'm trying to cure myself of the jealousy Xania so dramatically demonstrated. But enough about me. Have a good night." She gave Alan a sweet gentle kiss goodnight on the cheek and then left her brother's room and closed the door.

CHAPTER 11

Alan turned around and focused on his horizontal girlfriend. "Okay Amy, it's just you and me. This is all so romantic, don't you think? I'm so glad I waited a bit until we could do it right in the right setting. Why don't I just lay on top of you and kiss you for a while?"

"M'kay!" She paused, and then added, "Actually, don't ask me what I want, because I have no say in the matter. I'm all tied up, and my neighbor, the big bad Alan wolf, he's going to take advantage of me!"

Alan watched her writhe around in mock anguish. His penis got as hard as it had ever been, which was saying quite a lot. It didn't matter that he'd had so many intensely sexual experiences earlier in the day; he had the remarkable ability to put all of that out of his mind and live in the moment. Right now it was just him and Amy and nothing else in the world mattered one whit.

He admired her slowly writhing body as long as he could, attempting to burn the image into his mind for all time. Finally he could take no more, and fell on top of her. He practically attacked her, as his hands were everywhere at once. They kissed for several minutes.

Amy however couldn't put her arms around him because her wrists were still tied up by a bow.

Alan rather enjoyed her helplessness, and wondered if that meant he might get into S and M sex. But he also wanted her hands available to do more, so he said, "I'm going to undo the rest of your bows, okay?"

"'M'kay!"

Alan freed her hands first, then her ankles. He undid her pussy bow last, leaving her totally naked except for high-heeled shoes and a smaller bow around the neck.

Alan said, "Amy, I must admit, I'm too excited for much more foreplay. Let's just have sex."

"M'KAY! I'm ready! I'm ready for you to fuck me! Stick it in!"

"All right, here it goes." They didn't need to use a condom since Amy had been on the pill for some time in anticipation of this moment. Lying on top of her, Alan pushed his meaty shaft into the eager wide-hipped girl.

Amy cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, OOOOHHH!" Her scream "Aiiiieeee!" carried through the walls like they weren't there and carried all throughout the Plummer house.

Alan had considerable difficulty pushing his penis into her. Of all the women I've fucked so far, she definitely has the tightest pussy. Dang! He tried to get his penis head in, but it seemed like it simply was too big to fit.

Finally, with a great thrust, he got the wide bulbous head through. But there was still considerable resistance. He paused and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

Panting, she admitted, "Yeah, kind of. But that's okay. In the movies it always hurts the woman first and then it gets better."

"But you're not a virgin," Alan pointed out. "There's no blood." He added with growing horror, "Don't tell me that's from the time you were raped!"

"No," she admitted. "That dumb Jack Johnson was a big loser and a stupid fat head, but luckily he never got very far with me. His hands were all over me like an octopus, but not in a good way like when you do it, you know? I kept yelling 'NO!' louder and louder. Luckily, someone came quickly before he could do any more that attack my boobies. So really you're the first. Maybe it just takes some getting used to."

Despite the seriousness of the discussion, Alan found it endearing that "stupid fat head" was about the severest insult Amy could muster. He said, "Let's not talk about that unpleasantness. Let's just have fun."

He pushed in again, unsuccessfully. Then something occurred to him. "Hey Aims. You never really explained how you lost your virginity, then."

She giggled. "Oh. You'll always be my second love. My heart belongs to my first love, my hair brush!" She laughed even harder.

Alan laughed too. He was also greatly relieved to get confirmation that things were taken care of. He got very squeamish around blood.

They quickly grew serious again. Both were eager to get down to some serious fucking.

Alan already had his penis head in her but found her vagina so tight that it was tough going all the way. He raised himself up as if doing a push up on her and then pushed his whole body down. As a result, he slowly skewered into her the rest of the way.

He worried it that might have hurt her, but an excited "Woo-hoo!" from Amy quickly put those worries to rest.

Then he resumed sliding in and out of her. She still screamed like a banshee, and Alan still had the sensation that he must be hurting her, because she was so tight. Lubrication certainly wasn't an issue because Amy was plenty wet; her pussy was simply tighter than many assholes.

However, after a few minutes the going began to get a little bit easier and the fuck started to get a lot more pleasurable. Her vaginal walls had a wonderfully velvety grip on his erection, but it no longer felt like it was being squeezed to death.

Alan was worried if Amy was enjoying the fuck as much as he was. He was about to ask her feelings when she shouted, "YES! It's just like the movies said! It feels good now! Way good! Gosh, Alan, keep doing it! Totally! This rocks! Fuck me more!"

Alan kept fucking her. He was surprised that, given how quiet and passive she normally was, she was so loud and active. She squeaked, moaned, or gasped with his every thrust.

He'd expected for her to lie there while he directed the actions and did most of the work, but she soon became as physical as he did. In fact, after a while she rolled him over and pumped her hips up and down over his penis while he just lay there. Alan was glad, because it seemed he was forever having to ration his sexual energy. Plus, this way he could impale her all the way to the deepest depths of her pussy with every stroke.

Alan greatly enjoyed the fucking, but he was also somewhat disappointed in one respect, because Amy's sexual skills were so far below Suzanne's, and those skills were fresh in his mind from what they'd done that afternoon. For instance, Amy didn't squeeze with her vaginal muscles at all, and she didn't know his needs or have a sense of timing. But he'd been aware of this before he started and enjoyed the experience for what it was.

Suzanne for instance was excellent at squeezing with her vaginal muscles, and knowing his needs, and timing things just right. He realized though that it really wasn't fair to compare. Amy will have loads of chances to get better, and I'm going to be the one to teach her. She certainly doesn't lack enthusiasm, and her pussy is so remarkably tight! Actually, if she learned how to do the Suzanne squeeze thing, she'd probably snap my penis clean off! Ouch!

Amy was truly filled with enthusiasm, there was no denying that. However, to listen to her, it sounded like suffering. Even her panting and moaning made it sound as if she was being slowly tortured. Her face had torturous expressions at times, too. But at other times it was a face of pure ecstasy, or some combination of suffering and joy.

However, while Amy wasn't that skilled, she didn't completely lack clever surprises. Alan had been happily thrusting and huffing, he was about to climax when all of a sudden Amy came to a complete halt. Since she was sitting on top of him, he had little choice but to go along with what she wanted to do. He tried thrusting up into her since his shaft was still deep inside her, but it was no good.

"What?!" he complained with great exasperation. "Why did you stop?!"

Amy giggled. "I'm just pulling an old Alan trick. The infamous strategic pause."

"Not now!" Alan wailed.

That only caused Amy to laugh some more. Then she said, "Hey, if you can do it, I can do it too. I'll tell you though, it's so hard to stop once you get into that rhythm. You know? It's like a primal thing, an irresistible urge to keep going."

"I DO know! Amy, resume fucking right now! That's an order!"

Amy just laughed some more. "I'm really digging this woman on top thing. Woman's got the power, heh-heh!"

Alan growled.

"Oh, oooo-kaaaayy..." Amy mock sighed. She resumed impaling herself. "You have to admit, it's a lot better to draw it out some."

Before long, they were going at it at full speed. Alan decided to take charge instead of having Amy do most of the work. He suddenly grappled her down to the bed and flipped over so he was lying on top. Then he began banging her in the missionary position.

Amy seemed to like that a lot, and also became more submissive in her attitude. Even though she was puffing like a steam train, she somehow managed to blurt out, "Take me! Take me, lover!" Then, after some more huffs, she managed a final, "Take my cunt and OWN IT!"

That aroused Alan a lot, but unfortunately it aroused him a bit too much because he found himself cumming before he was ready. It was also before Amy was ready to cum.

However, Alan was too naturally talented of a fucker to let the lack of a mutual climax ruin things. He pounded into her hard, shooting ropes like a machine gunner firing bullets with reckless abandon. Cum seemed to be flying everywhere, filling her pussy to the brim.

But when his climax finally ended, Alan kept going. He fingered her for another minute to make sure she'd cum too.

Amy loved it; she squealed like a stuck pig. Not only did everyone in the house know exactly what had happened, but there was a good chance the rest of the Pestridges next door could hear it, too.

After they were done, they lay resting on the bed in each other's arms for some minutes. Alan whispered into Amy's ear, "I love you, Aims."

"I love you too, Alan!" she whispered back. "Do you know what?"

"What?"

"You took me! It was just like the novels. You know, in those cheesy romance novels, the woman always yells 'Take me.' Now I know why. I feel totally took." She giggled.

Alan decided that instead of replying with words, he'd nuzzle his nose against Amy's.

She loved it. But after some loving moments, she sat up. "Oh! I almost forgot. I've got a surprise gift for you, to show how much I've been thinking of you."

"Oh, what is it?" Alan was pleased, but also upset with himself that he had no gift.

She ran out of the room. It took her a few minutes to come back.

Alan was left to bask in the afterglow. But he didn't have privacy for very long, because Katherine soon stuck her head in the room.

"How was it, stud brother of mine?"

Alan grinned widely and gave two thumbs up.

"Two thumbs up, eh? Well, Bro, I'll have you know Amy liked it too. You know what she said to me as she zipped past just now? She was bursting at the seams and said, 'That was the most super splendortasticawesomeoriffic thing ever! I got took!' Do you know what that means?"

Alan grinned even more. "Yeah. Did you hear her cry 'Take me'?"

"Ah. Who didn't, in this half of Orange County? Cool. Oops, here she comes again. Later!" Katherine skipped back to her room.

Breathlessly, Amy rushed into the room. She immediately asked, "What was Katherine doing in here? Were you laying your pipe into her?"

Alan looked at her for a moment and realized with some relief that Amy was just joking and appeared to be without any jealousy whatsoever. He thought, Aims is sooo cool. How cool is it to have someone that understanding? What's even better is that if I WAS "laying my pipe" into my sister, Amy would be cool with that, too.

He joked back, "Well yeah, but only a little.''

Amy grinned and nudged him forcefully. "You! Anyways, here's my gift." She handed Alan a piece of paper.

Before he looked at the sheet of paper he studied her beautiful athletic form glistening with a sheen of sweet from their recent romp. She almost looked oiled up and her hair was wild. He always marveled at her unabashed attitude towards nudity - she seemed positively proud of the trails of his silvery semen rolling down the inside of her thighs.

He tore his eyes away and focused on the drawing. It was a portrait of him, done in charcoal. It was a quick sketch, but it captured him perfectly. "Did you do this?" he said with more than a little surprise in his voice. She nodded, proud but bashful.

"It's really good! I had no idea you were such a good artist."

"Thanks! I drew it from memory. Maybe some other time you could sit and I could paint you properly. Here's another one. Something to remember me by."

She handed him another portrait, this one of herself. She was naked in it, striking a very sexy pose. "Since your scouting trip has been rescheduled for the weekend, please take it with you so you don't forget me while you're gone. I don't mind if you fold it up - I can make lots more."

"Thanks again. Wow. You're a real artist. You've been hiding yourself! You should do it professionally." Alan was genuinely impressed and not just buttering her up. He was particularly impressed since he was lousy at art.

"It's what I want to do. You know how everyone says I'm a space case? That's 'cos I look at the world differently. I'm always looking at things like, I dunno, like I want to paint the scene or something."

"I can see that. This makes me love you even more. I'm going to get you something special, too."

"Thanks! But you already gave me the best gift you could ever give me when you fucked me so good. You ready to do it again?"

"I'd love to, but I really can't. I'm so sorry, but it's just been too much lately. I'll make that up to you later, too."

"M'kay." She snuggled up next to him.

"You're so understanding. You're really amazing, Aims."

"Thanks," she whispered, and kissed him on the ear. "You're pretty neat too. Although..." She giggled.

"What?"

"Saying a blowjob would cure my hiccups. That was a bit too much!" They both laughed.

Alan replied, "But how do we know it isn't true? Let's try it out next time you've got the hiccups and see."

"M'kay!" They giggled some more.

They were just relaxing in each other's arms, but for some reason Alan stared at Amy intensely. She had the same kind and happy face she always did, but he detected something there he'd never noticed before - a certain wry and knowing look, like she was secretly triumphant.

All of a sudden, he had a revelation. "Hey! Wait a minute! It's all a sham, isn't it? You've been playing along the whole time, haven't you?"

"What?" Amy asked, looking confused.

"All this 'gosh' and 'super duper' stuff. It's all an act, isn't it? Like you're doing right now! You're really damn smart! Your artwork shows that. You've been playing me like a fiddle, haven't you?"

She smiled even more. "M'kay. You got me."

"A-ha!"

She admitted, "I've been playing along with all the tricks you and Katherine thought you were pulling on me. I mean, come on! No one is that clueless in this day and age. And I got you to fuck me, didn't I?" She giggled with glee. Alan laughed too.

"Well, I'll be damned," Alan answered, amazed. "But you didn't need to go through all that just to get me to fuck you. You're fantastically fuckable, you know."

"I guess that's true. But then again, who's your one and only official girlfriend now?" She smiled like the cat that ate the canary.

Alan was impressed. "You sneaky succubus! I guess the fruit doesn't fall too far from the tree. You're a schemer, just like your mom."

"Now wait a minute. There's some truth to that, but not all. I really am the way people see me. I'm innocent and simple. I'm not super clever like mom. If I were, my grades would be better than just okay. It's like I was saying before. I think differently, in an arty, spacey way. But I learned to play up and exaggerate the way I naturally am. People seem to like it. You know, like I want to play a game, and you want to play a game, so I act all 'okey dokey' and the game is that much more fun for both of us."

Alan pointed his finger at her and wagged it. "Yooooouuu... I'm gonna have to watch out for you. You've been full of all kinds of surprises today. I'm impressed. Though frightened too. I'm surrounded by master manipulators!"

They both laughed. Then Amy said in a very dumb, exaggerated voice, "Golly gee, Alan, I've got a case of bad breath today. Gosh! Didn't you say putting your penis in my mouth could cure it?" Her mouth hung wide open and her tongue darted about as if in search of a penis.

Alan laughed some more. "That is pretty fucking absurd, isn't it? I'm sorry."

"Hey. Don't be. It's been a blast. The thing is, I really was sexually inexperienced. I was so far behind Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne in your books, I needed something different to stand out and catch up. So I just exaggerated things a bit. It was fun! In the end, look who gets to be your official girlfriend." She cackled a theatrically evil laugh. "Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!" They hugged tightly.

He asked her, "So is the 'real' Amy really that okay with sharing me?"

"I'm the same person I always was. I'm totally in love with being naked, I die with pleasure when you 'check for bumps,' I look at the world through innocent eyes - it's all still me. It's just that maybe I'm a little bit more knowing and scheme-y than you realized. You're right - I must get that from mom! I'm okay with sharing, though maybe not as wild about it as I let on. Women get jealous, you know. Even me. But it's all good. We're all gonna love each other in one big, happy family. It'll be awesome!"

They lay next to each other for a minute. Alan really wanted to fuck Amy again, but his penis wasn't up for it. Suddenly, she said, "You know, actually, I seem to have a pretty bad case of bad breath right now." They both burst into laughter and couldn't stop laughing for quite some time.

Alan guessed that from now on, "bad breath" would be their code language for getting sexual. But unfortunately, he had to say, "Aims, this breaks my heart, but I really shouldn't do anything else with my penis right now. This is after all my recovery weekend and I've already climaxed today, let's see. ... Seven times. But don't worry. We'll be spending the night together, so let's just see what happens. Not to mention, when we wake up tomorrow morning. Not only that, but I could go down on you now if you want."

She giggled. "You're so nice. Don't worry. I can see you're really tired. Let's just cuddle. I get to sleep with my big, strong cuddle bunny. I'm so happy."

Alan was quite happy too. As they lay in each other's arms, he thought, I don't know what a "cuddle bunny" is, but it sounds good when Amy says it. ... Wow. What a surprise Amy is. I've really been taking her for granted. I need to treat her better. If only I had more time, with all these women pulling at me from every direction. What a drag.

Speaking of other women, I'm really impressed with Katherine, too. It looks like she really took Xania's comments about jealousy to heart. The way Amy screams and moans, Katherine could hear everything. I bet her dildo has been getting quite a workout. ... I wonder if Susan could hear too, even being all the way downstairs. I sure hope not. She was getting all worked up earlier. I think she's treating this like it's the night I lose my virginity. If she only knew how many women I've fucked already!

Soon Alan fell fast asleep. Amy fell asleep in his arms, and for the first time in his life Alan slept the night away in the same bed with a woman.

Alan was right about Katherine's dildo. Furthermore, Susan was also wide awake, though she'd stayed locked in her room the whole evening. She just couldn't bear seeing her son with Amy. It wasn't so much the fucking as the intimacy and the idea that Amy would be the first to spend the whole night with him. If she would have seen the candles and bows that Katherine had arranged, she certainly would have broken down and cried.

But her main problem was that Amy was so noisy. Alan's room was nearly soundproof, but Amy had a high, piercing scream that could go through walls like they weren't there. Susan wore earplugs and covered her head with a pillow, but she could still hear the erotic screams. It took a long time for her to sleep, and when she did she slept fitfully.

CHAPTER 12

Alan woke up in the middle of the night and just lay there thinking for a while, as he gently stroked Amy's hair while she slept. He again blessed his luck and marveled at the incredible women in his life.

He particularly reveled in the fact that there was a warm, beautiful, and incredibly kind girl spooned up in front of him. The thought was so arousing that he grew hard. He immediately rolled over and shook Amy awake.

She looked at him with bleary eyes. She wasn't used to being woken in the middle of the night.

He looked at her with a deadpan face, and parodying an old Trident gum commercial, said, "Four out of five dentists recommend Alan's cock for their patients who fuck cock."

Amy got a big smile. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light. She seemed to be content just to look into his eyes adoringly, but then she said, "What the hell is wrong with that fifth dentist? It must be a man."

They somehow kissed and laughed at the same time. He said, "Consider that first fuck a kind of warm up. And you were getting used to it, so you didn't fully enjoy it. Now let's really do it."

"M'kay! It gets even better than that?!"

He sat between her legs and rubbed his penis all over her shaved pussy. "It does. I'm going to drill your juicy cunt until you melt. You're going to be fucked and fucked and then fucked some more until your face plain slides off of your head."

She grabbed his hardness and said, "Goody! Let me put it in? M'kay? Or do you prefer to do it yourself? I want everything to be just the way you'll like it so I can be the perfect fuck." She looked earnest and even concerned.

Alan realized that Amy was feeling the threat of competition. "Don't worry. When you and I are alone it's just the two of us. I don't think about the others or compare you to them. Really. The way I like it is when we're both having as much fun as we can, so do what you like to do. Put it in, since you like that."

Amy took his penis in one hand and spread her lips with two fingers of her other hand. She could feel the juices oozing from her pussy. She pulled his penis toward her until the head parted her lips and slid past the wet, slick petals. She grasped the base of the shaft and pulled him completely into her. It was still a very tight vagina, but the penis went in much easier this time around. "Mmmm! Goody! I feel so full! Ooh, yeah. Let me just feel that for a minute."

She kissed around his neck since she was a fair deal shorter than him. She squirmed over his penis, experimenting with what she could do with her hips.

Alan was once again nearly taken aback at just how tight her pussy was. He said, "You know, it's true that when I'm with you, I'm here with YOU. But I can't help but make a few comparisons from time to time, and you know what? You have an amazingly tight pussy. It's an incredibly delightful squeeze, just to have my penis resting in there. So you're a natural great fuck, from the tightness alone. Anything else is gravy."

"Really?" She was very glad to hear that and the joy was apparent on her face. Though she tried not to show it, she often worried that she couldn't match up to the talented likes of her mother.

"Really." He asked, "Why don't you tell me what you want to do? I'm sure it's all good, and we'll both enjoy it."

Suddenly her eyes appeared right before his. Acting like a kid with a Christmas presents list, she said, "M'kay! First, I want you to fuck me. Then I want you to fuck me in the ass. Then fuck me again. Then fuck me once more. Then you'll probably need a rest, so lick me for a while. Then I'll blow you. You can cure my bad breath, ha ha! Then we can sleep a while but you have to wake me up fucking me again! Then the ass. Then the mouth. Then, if I have any other hole, fuck that too. And then, let's see. ... By then I think it'll be time ... to get fucked!" She giggled.

A new thought hit her. "Oh! I forgot about Katherine. She needs some relief, too. So after all that, she can come in and you can fuck the both of us at the same time."

Alan's penis had popped out when she scooted up to his face, so she repositioned herself and guided it back in.

He said, "Amy, you realize that I can't-"

She interrupted. "I know, I know. That's a bit ambitious. But you asked me what I wanted, right?" She looked at her crotch. "What do you think, Miss Pussy? What do you want?"

Amy's voice dropped way, way down. In a playful and funny voice, she said, "I like your schedule, Amy. Tell him to push it in me another inch." Her voice was so low it sounded almost like a Tuvan throat singer.

Alan laughed. "Is that your pussy talking?"

Amy said in a normal voice, "Of course. Don't all pussies talk?" Then in her low voice, "Alan, you're too big! You're hurting me. It's so stuffy, I can barely breathe down here!"

Alan laughed some more. "Amy, tell your pussy that she's in very big trouble. I don't like talking pussies. Or at least complaining, sassy pussies. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fuck this one silly until she knows what's what."

The two of them laughed so much about the whole situation that Alan could hardly fuck. But after a few thrusts they got down to business. For both of them, everything else faded away except for the feelings where their bodies merged.

Alan thought, This kind of playful stuff is not an act with Amy. No way. She's just a big kid at heart. It's all just too lovable!

Amy continued to let the entire household know that she was a "screamer." Even though it was several hours after midnight, she couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs about how great it was to be fucked.

Her cries of "Harder! Faster!," "God it's so good!," "Fuck me!," "Take me!" and the like woke up Susan and Katherine and kept them awake. Those cries were actually much preferable to her incoherent screams, which were the kind of desperate sounding screams that normally brought the police running. If anything, Amy was even louder than she'd been earlier in the evening.

Her cries may not have been the most original things to say, but they tortured Katherine and Susan. Amy had a way of making even the cry "So good!" sound like she was being slowly tortured to death. Both mother and daughter masturbated themselves in their beds, imagining it was them instead of Amy being fucked. But the masturbation was profoundly unsatisfying, knowing the real thing was taking place so very nearby.

At first Alan was taken aback by Amy's loudness and tried to make her stop. He tried to gently reach forward and cover her mouth with his hand, but she just sucked his fingers like it was a penis for a few minutes and then returned to her cries of ecstasy. He soon gave up and took a "when in Rome" attitude, crying and screaming at the top of his lungs as well. It felt good to let it all out.

And now Alan was really on top of his game. He gave Amy's super tight pussy a thorough fucking for most of the next hour.

The fucking was also a bit of an educational practice of all the sexual positions Amy was learning. He turned her over and fucked her doggy style for quite a while. Then they did it with him sitting on her, and then with her sitting on him. He lay on her, and she lay on him too.

Even though he didn't want to orgasm more than once, he kept going on just one orgasm for him, but many for Amy. During his breaks his cunnilingus kept her freely cumming. Just when Susan and Katherine thought he was done and were drifting asleep, he would resume after a rest and drive all three women crazy.

When Alan finally came, Amy's scream climbed higher and higher until it seemed she would break all the glassware for miles around. As a good number of ropes continued to pour into her vagina, she screamed, "I can feel it! I can actually feel it filling me! No WAY!"

They came at the same time. Amy's pussy was already extremely tight; when she came, her vaginal muscles clenched so hard that Alan half-seriously worried she might cut his penis off. But while the intense squeezing was painful, it was a pain that doubled his pleasure, and then doubled it again.

Alan thought, though he didn't say out loud, We've got the makings of another Suzanne-type veteran sex vixen here! She's inherited the sensitive vagina from her mother and has the extra tightness; all she needs is practice and I, for one, am up for giving her lots of that!

Since they'd been fucking doggy-style, Amy fell face down onto the bed, and Alan fell onto her. They lay side by side for a while. Once her breathing had calmed down, Amy resumed her Miss Pussy voice, and said, "Ouch. That was so great, but I'm hurting. You got me. I'm all took. That's enough for tonight."

Alan asked, "Really? Are you sure?" He was relieved, given her wish list.

"Yeah," she said in her normal voice. "I'm kind of sore. Tired, too. What a bummer. I didn't expect this fucking to be so wearing. I mean, you've been going for an hour. My official boyfriend is some kind of human jackhammer or something! Geez!"

He agreed. "Yeah. You're new to it. Once your pussy gets the hang of it, you'll be able to do much more in one go."

She smiled. "You know the upside? Tomorrow, when I'm unable to walk on my own, people will ask me why I can't walk and I'll say, 'That's 'cos my boyfriend, my official boyfriend, he fucks me so good.' The soreness is soooo worth it!"

They cuddled and kissed a while. Amy fell asleep quickly, while Alan sat up and thought. Now THAT'S a proper first fuck for Amy. What a great, great day. I can totally relate to her being worn out. But what's funny is, as much as I'm worn out, day after day, I just can't get enough. These fucks are so intense! I keep thinking I'm going to simply die of pleasure. I was even ready to go again if she was. It's like the more I fuck, the more my body wants to fuck. It's like an addiction.

Thank God I have Amy. She's happy with me no matter what I do. That's what I don't like: the pressure. The pressure to do a certain amount each day, and keep everyone happy. Damnable high expectations. That's really why I need a recovery weekend. My mind actually needs the break more than my body.

You know what? Tomorrow I'm just going to fuck as little or as much as I want. The next day, too. I'm sure that if I take that as a new attitude I'll average near enough to six times a day anyways. And if women want to fuck me and I don't want to, then tough shit. They need to have the same attitude as Amy. I love her attitude: if you want to do it, great, if not, that's cool too. I just love Amy, period.

Alan went to sleep deeply contented. But elsewhere on the same floor, Katherine and Susan continued to toss and turn the rest of the night.

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