CHAPTER 1 (Sunday, Nov. 17)

When Alan woke up again late Sunday morning, he again marveled at the incredible luck and joy the world had brought him. Finally! Sex with Suzanne AND Amy! On the same day. There's something so deliciously naughty in fucking a mother and her daughter. That's what I call a day well spent. But today's a new day, and I'm going to take it easy.

He looked around, and to his surprise Amy was nowhere to be seen. He looked at the clock by his bedside. It read 10:30. He checked his bed sheets; they were sticky. So I'm not dreaming, he thought. The sheets smell like Amy. And Miss Pussy, too, heh-heh. God, I love her. Them, heh-heh-heh. Maybe she's downstairs. If I'm going to cum a few times today, I can hardly think of a better way than a morning penis squeeze in her tight cunt.

He slipped on a robe and wandered around the house, but there was no sign of Amy. Unbeknownst to him, about an hour earlier Amy had woken up and gone looking for food, but found Susan in the kitchen instead. Susan was feeling horrible from sleeping poorly and with some justification blamed Amy and her loud, piercing screams. She was in a rare bad mood, and stared daggers at Amy.

Amy was so shocked at the ill will coming from the perpetually kind and loving Susan that she practically fled the house. That in turn made Susan feel guilty and she went to church a short time later.

Alan was eating cereal when Katherine wandered into the kitchen. She was groggy from a poor night of sleep too, but she brightened up when she saw Alan. "Morning, Big Telephone Pole Bro." Imitating Humphrey Bogart's voice, she winked and said, "Looks like it's just you and me, kid."

Alan laughed and said, "I think it's a safe bet Bogart never addressed anyone as 'Big Telephone Pole Bro.' Where's Mom? Or Amy?"

"Church, I assume. Mom's not in her bedroom - I peeked in. It's Sunday. Remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"Which reminds me of recent sermon about the joys of brotherly love. Please hurry up with your bowl of Cheerios."

"Why?"

"Because Sunday means your insanely aggravating ban on fucking me in the house is finally over. You haven't fucked me since Friday with Xania, and that was an all too rare exception lately. I think you have some 'brotherly love' that needs sharing, if you know what I mean. I want you to give me some of what Amy got last night." She poked him in the chest repeatedly, but in a loving and playful way.

Alan was certainly amenable to the idea, as he'd just been looking for Amy to fuck. But he continued to eat his cereal. He only said, "Hmm."

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"You know I'm pretty gross. I really should take a shower first."

Katherine giggled, relieved at his agreeing. "Not a problem, Big Table Leg Brother. Why, I think I just might want to take a shower at the same time, and even in the same spot!"

"Fancy that," he replied grinning. "What are the odds?"

Just then, the telephone rang. There was a cordless receiver a few feet from where Alan sat, so he stood and picked it up. "Hello?"

To his surprise, the "hello" in reply came from his teacher Glory.

He replied tentatively. "Glory? What a pleasant surprise. What are you calling- Hey, I didn't even know you had my number."

"Sorry," Glory said while nervously twirling the phone cord. She was pacing her bedroom, and had red eyes from crying. "You know I'm good at getting information. Don't you think that, given the way we know each other, we should have each other's phone number?" Her voice sounded edgy and needy.

"Well, sure. I'm just surprised, is all. I mean, I thought we needed to be careful about the whole teacher and student outside of school thing."

Katherine listened intently. She put two and two together from his mention of "Glory" and "teacher" and wiggled her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive Groucho Marx style.

"You're right," Glory conceded. "But I just felt I had to call. I'm climbing up the wall. Is it okay?"

"Sure. What's wrong?" He gave up on the rest of his now-soggy cereal and carried the bowl to the kitchen sink, then headed back to sit at the dining room table.

"Alan, I'm so sorry for being needy, but I miss you. So much! I can't wait until Monday's lunch. It's just that I love you and miss you. That's all."

Alan was touched, but also a bit frightened by the situation. He thought, I just fucked Suzanne and Amy yesterday, and Katherine is literally waiting for me to hang up the phone so we can fuck. That's my own sister! Yet it sounds like Glory is angling for and needs some serious commitment. Not good.

He said, "Glory, I'm touched. It's great to hear your voice."

"Do you miss me too? You didn't say you miss me." She sounded needy again.

"Glory, I need to be honest. I love you very much. However, you know about the situation I have with the other women. I know we agreed not to talk about it, but it's a fact. I miss you, but it sounds like you miss me much more, because you're at home alone. Meanwhile, I'm surrounded by love and affection and attention all the time. I'm probably getting way too much attention, in fact."

Katherine couldn't help but leap at the opening that gave her. She'd been sitting across the table from him, leaning forward, shamelessly listening in, but suddenly she dropped to the floor as if she'd fallen from her chair after leaning too far forward.

The next thing Alan knew, her head reappeared between his legs. As he was wearing a robe, she had no trouble swallowing his penis before he even realized what was happening. He tried to stand up, but she just tugged on his robe and forced him back into his chair. His shaft was half-hard in expectation of fucking her soon, so she was able to take all of his growing hardness in her throat. But within seconds it inflated to full size and she had to pull back on it a bit.

Alan slapped at her head a couple of times and tried to push her away, but she was determined. He shook a fist in the air, but her eyes were closed and didn't even witness the gesture. He couldn't say anything to Katherine, and couldn't even groan, because of the telephone in his hand.

Luckily, Glory took a few moments to digest what he had to say, so he was able to somewhat pay attention when she began to answer. "Alan, I know all that. And I made a decision to myself that I would look the other way and not challenge you about that. And I won't. I know I'm probably on a road to ruin, but I can't help myself. You make me feel too good. The way you fucked me the other day - it's all I can think about. I need you inside of me!"

It was deathly quiet in the house, so Katherine could hear every word of the phone call taking place a couple of feet above her head. She wanted to play off of the "inside of me" comment, but didn't know how. Belatedly, she raised both hands above her head, and had the index finger of one hand go into the hole created by a nearly closed fist on the other hand. It was a universal symbol of fucking.

Alan was both annoyed and amused, as Katherine knew he would be. He was also very flustered, as he was surprisingly used to talking while having a woman sucking his cock, but he wasn't happy with it happening while he was trying to have a serious conversation.

He spoke very honestly. "Glory, we really need to make things clear. You have to fully understand that I have drunk too deeply from the joys of having many females pleasure me. I can never be a one woman guy again, not as long as there are so many beautiful women willing to please me. But, that said, I'm really committed to you. I love you, and hope you can be a part of my life. But only if you can understand my unique situation, and make peace with it."

"Oh, I'll live with it. I'm yours, Alan. Totally. I'm head over heels. I'll do anything for you. I'm basically your love slave. I just hope you treat me with dignity and don't break my heart, because I've given you my heart on a platter to do with it what you will."

Katherine was happily bobbing away in Alan's lap, seemingly oblivious to the seriousness of the conversation despite closely listening. Alan had "resigned himself" to the cocksucking and now tenderly stroked his sister's long, dark brown hair.

It was exceedingly difficult for him not to groan though, especially when hearing Glory call herself a slave at the same time that Katherine's tongue focused on the sensitive spot just under his penis head.

Luckily, Alan had gotten talented at talking coherently while being blown. "Glory, I'm just a kid. I don't know much about romance. But I promise I'll do my best. I think the key is to make you fully realize the uh, polyamorous nature of things here. You know, we're a very monogamous society, but in other societies it's different. Look at the Muslims with one guy having four wives. And if he's a good husband, he loves them all."

"I know," Glory conceded. "And to be honest, even while what you do kills me, it turns me on. I mean, you're eighteen, and you rule the school like you have your own harem! I've been wearing my dildo out all weekend, thinking crazy thoughts about you!"

Alan thought, There's that "harem" word again. As if!

She paused, as if afraid to say more, and then continued, "I shouldn't say this, but your sexual potency is such a turn on. I loved you before, but the way you fucked me the other day, it was like a spiritual experience. If you can fuck everyone that well, it's almost like you DESERVE to have as many partners as you want, to share the joy. But then when I think of an actual real flesh and blood woman with you, and think specific names, I get so torn up with jealousy."

Alan thought while looking down at his sister's bobbing head, She sounds just like how Sis was, with the jealousy and everything. It's almost spooky. Then an inspired idea hit him. "Glory, you've never seen me with another girl. I think you may need to see that, to come to grips with this multiple partner thing. You need to fully understand I can love you and someone like my girlfriend Amy at the same time."

"I know. I know. But I'm not ready for that. This whole conversation is so painful for me."

"Okay, well then, imagine that I'm with someone else right now. Imagine that a beautiful girl is sucking my cock even as we speak." This was his inspired idea, as he'd already guessed what her first response would be.

Katherine was impressed at how he'd fit reality to the phone conversation. She stopped sucking and raised her head just to see the expression on her brother's face. He looked down and silently mouthed that she should stop, but both of them knew he was just going through the motions. She returned her head to its favorite spot, between his legs, and resumed licking.

"I don't know..." Glory replied uncertainly.

"Just go with it," Alan suggested confidently. "Picture a strange pair of lips wrapped around my penis. They're moving up and down. Pre-cum is constantly dribbling out of my dick and into her throat. She loves the taste and gurgles with delight whenever more of the tasty treats hit her tongue. But her tongue is busy. Very busy. Even as my penis head periodically hits the back of her throat, her tongue wraps around it like an anaconda snake. Her tongue is relentless. It's everywhere at once. Between her tongue and her lips, I can't hold out for long. But all the while, I'm standing here calmly talking to you."

Needless to say, Katherine continued to listen intently, and tried as best she could to do exactly what Alan said. She was delighted.

Glory was silent on the line for a few moments. Then she said, "Well, I guess, if you put it that way, I have to admit the idea is pretty exciting. But only because I'm imagining that it's my mouth being filled."

"Well, imagine it's your mouth, then. But it's not. It's a strange girl's mouth."

Glory couldn't help hide her excitement. She asked, "What does she look like?"

Alan answered almost tauntingly, "Well, I hardly ever see her face, because her nose is always buried in my pubic hair. But she's got the biggest, beautiful brown eyes. When she gives me that puppy dog look, I totally melt. She's tall, nicely tanned, and my age. She's a teenage love machine. I love her. ... What else? She's got long amber hair."

Alan was going to say dark brown hair, but then realized he'd been describing Katherine far too well and mentioned Amy's hair color instead. He hoped most of the above description worked for Amy too, though Amy's eyes were hazel. He continued, "She's got practically the biggest tits in school. Just one look at her tits and you'll want to suck on her nipples all day."

Katherine was frustrated because she wanted to do something extra special for Alan after the loving description, but she was already sucking his penis using every technique she knew. She momentarily stopped and raised her tit to his face so he could suck on a nipple. Of course, he did.

Glory said, "Maybe YOU want to suck on them, but don't expect me to." Nonetheless, she repeatedly squeezed her own tits with growing excitement. "I gotta admit, she sounds pretty gorgeous. If I didn't know better, I'd think you have Amy there."

Alan didn't answer, mostly because his mouth was sucking on a nipple, so Glory went on, "What's she doing now?"

Katherine's attentions returned to his groin and Alan explained what his sister was doing as she did it. "Let's see. She took my penis completely out of her mouth, but that's probably only so she can slowly put it all the way back in. She wants me to fuck her face, but slowly. Gently."

Katherine followed his every word, and did exactly what he said. It delighted Alan to no end.

Glory said, "She may want it slowly and gently, but I don't. Fuck my face roughly! Really give it to me! Shove your man meat down my throat! Make me gag with the thickness of your massive cock!"

Alan asked, rather calmly, "Are you making yourself comfortable?"

"You can say that again, young man! God, I've been on edge all weekend! This dildo has rarely been far from my hands!"

"Good. Put it in your mouth, then. I want you to imagine you have my penis in your hands. Is it like my penis?"

"The same. It was the closest one I could find. It's flesh colored and with veins and everything."

"You're talking far too clearly, Glory. You shouldn't be able to talk that well when you have a big penis filling your mouth."

He heard some rustling, and then, "Thorry." Her mouth was clearly filled with a plastic friend now. Within seconds there was the sound of slurpy moaning.

"What are you wearing, Glory?" Alan asked.

"Mmpf. Ahh... Wound the houth sthuff."

Around the house stuff, Alan translated for himself, since Glory wasn't as clear in talking and sucking at the same time as the likes of Susan. "Well, take it off. I expect my women to be naked or nearly naked at all times."

To his delighted surprise, Katherine stopped sucking and crawled out from under the table, then stood up. Alan realized that she too was heeding his call to get naked. She winked, and then pulled her cut-off T-shirt off over her head. Then she dropped her miniskirt. She was quick about it, and fell to her knees again.

But Alan turned the chair so she didn't need to be under the table. That way, he could see her bare backside much better.

Reacting to events, he said, "The girl I'm with is taking off her clothes right now. I'm very disappointed that she was wearing clothes in the first place."

He wanted to give Katherine a playful spank or two, but realized the slap would make too much noise and give away that he had a real partner. Instead, he laid a hand on her ass cheek and squeezed, hoping she would interpret that as a symbolic spank.

Glory said, "But how can I be naked all the time? What about when I'm teaching?"

"That doesn't concern me. You'll just have to teach in the buff from now on."

"But I won't even make it out of the parking lot before I'm gang raped."

"That sounds like fun. Tell me what time you're arriving on Monday morning so I can videotape it."

Of course this was just sex talk. Alan thought, Uh-oh, we're drifting into our usual role plays. I need to keep it on the strange woman giving me a blowjob idea, even though it's a bit dangerous. What if I give away that it's my own sister? "But why can I hear you so clearly?"

"Oh. Shorry. Itsh back in my mouf."

"Better. Are you on your knees, like you belong?"

"Yesh." She made more noises that clearly showed she was very aroused. But then she complained, "You thouldn't thay dat."

Alan said rather harshly, "Glory, remember, I have a real flesh and blood girl sucking my penis right now. You're just sucking plastic, imagining it's me. I love you dearly, but you have to obey. Are you going to be a good little girl and obey your teacher?" He was surprised at his own words.

"My teasher? God! Too mush!" Alan could hear the sound of the dildo moving faster in and out of Glory's lips.

"You didn't answer. I might have to fail you, little girl, unless you answer your teacher's questions correctly."

He heard rustling, and then, quietly in what was probably a mumble to herself, "God, thish is tho embarrashing."

"You didn't answer my question, little girl."

"Yesh! I'm on my kneesh. Naked. Shucking penish. Your penish! Mmmphf! Are you sthroking it fo me?"

"Now, now, Glory. Think this through. Someone here has their tongue on my penis. Let's call her ... Amy." Alan heard a stifled moan of aggravation and excitement come from Glory as soon as he mentioned that name. "So of course I'm not stroking it. I literally never need to masturbate again. Remember that Amy lives next door. Her hot mother Suzanne does too. You already know about me and Suzanne, and you know what a drop dead gorgeous sex goddess she is. They practically live in this house, with their mouths around my cock at all hours of day or night. I love it when mother and daughter blow me at the same time." That hadn't happened yet, but Alan thought talking about a double blowjob would help show Glory how things were with him.

"Oh God!" Glory nearly screamed. "You're sho nashty! Ish she rearry there?"

Alan held the phone near his penis so Glory could hear the slurping sounds his sister was making. Then he brought the phone back to his ear. "What do you think? Is that someone's mouth? Or is it my hand sloshing all over a penis that's positively dripping wet with pre-cum?"

"I don't know!" Glory cried out.

"Does it get... Just a minute." Alan was distracted because his sister was starting to make more noise. She was so aroused by Glory's continuing submission that she could hardly contain herself.

Alan was getting near climax and wanted to have a break, but Katherine wouldn't stop. He stood up in an attempt to get away, but Katherine's lips remained fused to his penis. He pulled on her hair, but not even that slowed her down.

Alan traced the shape of the letter "B" on Katherine's shoulder. Then he did more letters until he finished the expression: B E Q U I E T.

Katherine quickly caught on, and wrote back on his thigh: T O O H O T. She left his penis entirely in her mouth so both hands could get busy between her legs. The only reason she wasn't loudly moaning was because her mouth was so stuffed with throbbing cock. That at least gave Alan some respite, since her attention was now divided on her pussy and his penis instead of solely on his penis. She also had some mercy and started to suck slower and gentler.

Alan returned his attention to Glory. He said, "Does it make you hot to think that I might be talking to you while a real girl sucks my cock? You can take the dildo out to answer."

There was an audible pop and then he heard Glory catch her breath. "God, yes! I know I shouldn't be saying this, but it's really turning me on! Alan, you own me! You know just what to do with me! You make me mad with lust! Do it more! Give it to me! Everything!"

"I will," he said, still mostly calm, though the cocksucking had affected his breathing too. "Just a second, though. I have to go to the bathroom. Don't hang up."

He put the phone down, though he didn't actually have to pee. Partly it was so he could have a strategic pause, and partly it was so Katherine could get a dildo and put it in her mouth to add another layer of symmetry to their game. He stood up and she did too. He wrote across her tits: G E T D I L D O.

She winked to signal her understanding and immediately ran off.

CHAPTER 2

Alan sat away from the phone and gathered his thoughts. Without the sound of Glory's ragged panting in his ear and his sister's expert cocksucking working on his mind, his gentler personality traits reasserted themselves.

Hmm. This is kind of messed up. I'm not treating Glory very well here. She came to me all sad with her concerns and I respond by treating her roughly. For some reason the aggressive Alan showed up out of the blue. But maybe that isn't what she needs.

He picked up the phone. "Glory? You still there?"

"Yes. Recovering a bit."

"Good. Listen. Let's have a time out for a minute. I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing here. I'm kind of letting my penis do the thinking. Are you okay with what we're doing here?"

She replied, "Alan, I'm so worked up right now, I'll agree to most anything. You have me eating out of the palm of your hand. Literally. But yeah, I'm okay with it, meaning I think I won't be mad at you when I get off the phone and calm down. I see what you're trying to do. You're getting me to really understand about your other women. And it's working. I'm so hot thinking of you and Amy there. I don't know if she's really there or not, and frankly, I don't want to know. Let me take this one step at a time, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're teaching me a lesson and getting me off powerfully at the same time. Damn, you're clever, young man! I'm impressed. No wonder no one can resist you. To be honest, the main reason I was calling up was because I'm so horny for you that I'm going out of my mind. So phone sex is perfect. It's like you can read my thoughts! I thought maybe I could talk you into meeting later on, but this is even better, because I need relief, NOW!"

Katherine returned right then. Alan gave her an "are you ready to continue?" look, and when she nodded, he said to Glory, "I'm glad to hear that. Remember that I love you and respect you deep down. You're my mentor not only in school work but in life. But in sexual things you must obey me. Is that clear?"

"Yes." Alan noticed that her breathing immediately quickened when he demanded that she must obey.

Glory said, "Oh, Alan! I can't get over how you're being so fucking clever here. It's like you ARE the teacher and the real teacher has to obey her student as he slowly turns her into some kind of sexual plaything. God! I can't stand it! Teach me to behave!"

Alan was surprised - he didn't think Glory would ever get this submissive. But her words only aroused him further.

Katherine could hear what Glory was saying, and it was arousing her powerfully, too.

He continued, "Good. Now, I want you to take your dildo and slowly push it into your pussy." He nodded at Katherine to get back on her knees and do the same.

But Katherine misunderstood - on purpose. Rather than put the dildo in, she grabbed his penis, then, standing on her toes, pushed his penis into her vagina while the both of them remained standing next to the kitchen counter.

Alan was taken by complete surprise. He'd been leaning against the kitchen counter, and given that he was holding a phone receiver in one hand, he wasn't in a good position to fuck. His robe had been hanging on his shoulders precariously and finally fell off. He wrote on Katherine's shoulder: B A D G I R L.

She wrote back: B A D B A D N A U G H T Y S I S T E R. She was very frustrated that she couldn't giggle out loud or even speak freely and say all kinds of sexy things to arouse them both. He was a couple inches taller than her, but now she was held up by his penis.

While she was writing that extensive message, Glory said, "I've put it in. Now what should I do, uh... Um, given that I must obey you, what should I call you from now on?"

Alan considered. This is a perfect opportunity to have her call me Master, but I don't want her to be a slave. I like how she can be domineering at times and give my ass a good spanking. That was fun. Scary, but fun. The Glory I love is a very headstrong and independent woman.

So he replied, "Call me one of two things: Alan, or 'young man.' I really have grown to love when you call me that."

"Okay." She sounded relieved. "You know, I used to call most any student 'young man' or 'young woman', but you're the only student I call that any more. But too much talking. I have your cock in me. What do I do now?"

Right as Glory finished saying this, Katherine finished "writing" her BAD BAD NAUGHTY SISTER message on her brother's chest. Alan's mind reeled. His 'bad Alan' side again came to the fore. "No, I have my cock deep inside Amy. Remember that. In fact, since we're starting to fuck, let me get more comfortable here."

He disengaged from his sister, and walked her to the living room where they could get more comfortable. He motioned for Katherine to lay down on one of the sofas, which she did. Then he lay over her. She still had her dildo in her hand, so he motioned that she should put it in her mouth. She did.

He thought, That'll help keep her moans muffled, and keep Glory guessing if I'm alone or not. Heh-heh! I am a fucking clever bastard sometimes.

To Glory, he said, "That's better. Now I'm lying on top of Amy. She's grabbing my penis and pulling it into her hot snatch." Katherine immediately did so. "She's such a fresh piece of meat that I'm just going to have to play with her tits for a while, as I slowly stroke in and out. I suggest you do the same. Abuse your tits with the hand that isn't gripping the dildo."

"I'm doing it, young man. Oooh! I love calling you that more than ever before. Am I a fresh piece of meat too?"

"You know it. That's why I have you in my harem." That just spilled out of his mouth - he still didn't consider himself to actually have a harem, except when he was in an extremely aroused mood such as this one. He still hadn't been thrusting himself into his sister - he'd been too busy admiring the view from just above her. But now he pushed deeply into her, just after he said "harem," as if adding an exclamation point to that idea.

Glory gasped, "You're making me crazy! Why do I like this? I'm going to have to give you a good spanking on Monday, just to show you that I still can. You need to be taught some humility, young man."

Alan smiled. He loved her aggressive side too. "I'd like that very much." He started thrusting in and out of his sister, going slowly so he could continue to talk on the phone.

"Now what?" Glory said excitedly.

"Now I'm going to tell you more about what I'm doing to ... Amy." He thought, That was a close call. I almost called her Katherine right there! If I do that, I'll be royally fucked. Glory's impression of me that has been so built up will shatter if she finds out I'm committing incest. She's very straight-laced on that kind of stuff. Dang! I hadn't truly thought how dangerous this phone call is!

But he pressed on. "Amy has big tits. Bigger than yours, I'm sorry to say. I'm playing with her nipples right now. Oooh! I think I'll bite one. Bite one of yours too, Glory."

He heard the sound of biting and nibbling, and he quickly joined in. There was nipple fun on both sides of the phone line for a brief while. Glory finally replied, "Okay, now what?"

"Of course, I haven't stopped this slow fuck." That was true. "Have you kept working your dildo?"

"Yes, but it's a fast fuck now!"

"Slow it down."

"NO! It's too good! Wait. I think I'm going to climax. Wait... Yes! Oh, dear Jesus! AIEEEE!!!"

Alan found himself fucking his sister faster. His tit focus drifted away as he grabbed onto her and held tight while the fucking heated up. Her hips gave as good as they received. Yet they were surprisingly quiet, as Katherine knew of his desire to leave Glory guessing and did her best to help keep quiet.

Glory came back on the phone. "Sorry, Alan. I got a little carried away there."

"No problem. This is all about getting lots of good climaxes. But next time, time it with me, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm gonna stop talking for a bit. Orgasm coming up here. Hold on. I have to do some intense plowing for a while." Alan put the phone down and threw all his energy into pounding his sister's pussy, hard and fast.

As they built up and built up, Alan looked down at his sister's face and saw that she was seriously suffering from not being able to moan out loud.

He thought, Glory's gonna know for sure I'm with someone, whether she wants to or not. Sis is about to blow and she's biting her lip not to scream. Then another idea hit him, and he spoke towards the phone. "Glory, please go put some music on. Something driving and sexy. Now, please!"

"Yes! Just a minute!"

Alan heard the sound of Glory's footsteps run off, so he whispered to Katherine, "Hold out until the music, then you can moan a bit, okay?"

"Okay. I love you, Big B-"

"Sssh!" He knew it would be really bad for Glory to hear "brother."

Glory quickly returned to the phone, and said, "Something you said earlier made me think of this."

Alan heard a song begin. He commanded, "Play it loud. Then keep fucking yourself." He grabbed the dildo in Katherine's mouth and began fucking her mouth with it.

Over a driving beat and a killer riff, not to mention the sound of Glory and Katherine both breathing heavily, Alan heard the lyrics:

I'm a monster, got a revved up teenage head
Teenage monster, California born and bred
Half a boy and half a man, I'm half at sea and half on land, oh my
Bye-bye

Got a woman, she's my hopped up high school queen
She's my woman, she's a teenage love machine
She knows how to turn me on and get me high and get it on and on
Yeah she does

Then an instrumental break came on. Alan exclaimed, "Glory, that is the coolest song! 'She's a teenage love machine' - yes! What is it?"

"I knew you'd like it. It's called, 'Teenage Head' by the Flamin' Groovies. They're a sixties group."

"'Teenage Head?' Awesome title." He fucked to the beat as the song continued, something he'd never done before. The song was short, and when it ended he demanded that Glory play it again, which she did.

Alan started to cum before the song finished playing for the second time.

Katherine did too, in perfect time to his rising climax. Though she moaned some, it was all she could do not to scream at the top of her lungs, especially since Alan was still fucking her mouth with the dildo in perfect time to his hip thrusts.

Still, she made enough noise that Glory cried out, "Oh my God, there's no doubt! There really is a girl there! Amy, you lucky girl!"

As Alan began to shoot into his sister, he realized that it was desperately important he keep his senses about him. He could see Katherine was going to completely lose it any second, and if she did, there was no way she could keep even relatively silent. If she yelled, it was possible Glory could recognize her voice. So he shouted into the phone, "Crashing! Gotta go! Call you back!" Then he let go of the dildo and hit the button on the receiver to disconnect the call.

The very second the line went dead, Katherine saw it was safe and let out a roar, a never-ending primal scream.

Alan did too. His ropes continued to shoot into her for some time. It seemed like he was emptying his entire being into her. The two of them spiraled higher and higher in a never-ending climax of pure ecstasy.

But all things have to come to an end eventually. They kissed with a passion until their energy slowly petered out.

Alan was the first to speak. "Sis, you're such an evil fucker!"

She laughed. "I was about to say the same thing about you! You and Glory, huh? That's so hot." She affectionately wrote on his shoulder: S O H O T. She enjoyed the writing on skin, and knew she was going to do it a lot in the future, even when they could freely talk.

"Very cute, evil sister. But that song. I love that song, don't you? Giving teenage head, California born and bred. It's like it was written to be your theme song."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

"I want to fuck to that a lot."

"Me too." She put on a fake pout. "Except it doesn't mention enough about brother-fucking." She grinned. "In fact, it hardly mentions it at all."

He didn't reply to that, so she said, "I gotta say, I'm so impressed. You totally nailed Glory, at the same time you were nailing me, no less. She's such your sex toy now. I can't wait to tell everyone else. They're going to be even hotter for you than before!"

Alan mock-sighed. "Just what I need. Anyway, I have serious feelings for Glory. I don't just want her as some kind of sex toy."

"Yeah, but you have to admit the sex toy part ain't too shabby. How many guys get to add a scorching hot teacher to their harems?"

"I do NOT have a harem already!"

"Yeah, right," Katherine snickered.

They lay there a while. They kissed and cuddled. Eventually, Katherine said, "You're not going to neglect me any more, now that this grounding is over, are you?"

Alan thought about that. On one hand, he had resolved to himself the night before not make more commitments, but on the other hand, he really wanted to please her, and felt bad that she had mostly fallen off his radar screen over the past week. So he said honestly, "I can't make more promises at the moment, but I know how you feel and I'm trying to do better. One promise I already made was that I'll fuck you twice for each time I fuck Amy. Since she and I did it twice last night, and I did it with you twice in the last couple of days, I owe you two more times."

Katherine thrust a victory fist into the air. "Yes! I like the sound of THAT! If you're too pooped out later today, tomorrow afternoon will do nicely to get evened up and then some. You know, our Service Alan Club over at Kim's house."

Alan was confused for a bit, but then remembered the "S-Club" meetings they'd done every Monday and Thursday until their mutual grounding began. If nothing else, he loved the Service Alan Club name. "Oh yeah. I guess we should start that up again."

"You guess? Just guess? If you think I feel neglected, what about Kim? She's totally pining for your cock and hasn't had it, for like, ever!"

Alan thought, This isn't good. I don't really have an emotional attachment to Kim, even though she was the second girl I fucked. Fuck her to be polite? That's crazy. I should set her up with someone so I can focus more on the women I really love.

He thought about what to do with Kim for a minute, and came up with an idea that he really liked. He decided to mull it over more later.

Then he looked at the clock and announced, "Church should be over soon. We still have to hide our activities from Mom, or we'll just be hit with a bigger and badder punishment this time. Probably a grounding to last a lifetime. Come on. Let's get up and get cleaned up."

"M'kay. Since you're calling me Amy today, I get to say 'm'kay.' Why don't we take that shower together now?"

"You're incorrigible, do you know that?" But despite his protests, they went off to shower together. He actually loved sex much more than he let on with his words. He figured that if she was so eager, he had to play the role of the reticent one.

CHAPTER 3

Alan and Katherine headed to Susan's shower off of the house's master bedroom, because it was much larger. As Katherine turned on the water, she said, "You know, Big Lamp Post Brother, that Glory Rhymer woman sounds like one hot number."

"She is," he agreed, picking up a bar of soap.

"Seems like she has the right attitude, too." Katherine had her own bar of soap, and began washing Alan's back. The master bedroom bathtub was so big that they were able to sit in the middle and neither of them touched any side.

"What's that mean?" Alan turned to the side, so Katherine could continue washing his back while he'd have access to hers.

"She understands your natural superiority and her proper role as one of your fuck toys in your harem. Though we all know who your number one fuck toy is."

Meanwhile, Alan complained, "No, that's not true," Then, with a smile, he corrected, "Except for the number one fuck toy part."

She winked. "You, smartie, you. How is it you always know just what to say?"

Then, pulling his arms back down, she complained, "Let me take care of you only. I have an idea here." She turned off the water and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. She lathered up most of her front side, and rubbed herself all over a still sitting Alan. The shampoo turned very sudsy quickly - it was as if they were in a bubble bath.

Recalling the oily adventure with Susan and Amy from the day before, she asked, "So, which do you prefer, an oily tit rub or a sudsy tit rub?"

Alan seriously considered that for a moment, then answered jokingly yet honestly, "I think I'm just pro-tit rub, all around."

He got serious again. "As far as what Glory was saying on the phone, that's just sexy talk at the height of passion. She's really quite independent-minded." He thought back to the near-traumatic spanking Glory gave him with the phantom "Michelle."

"I know what she's like, normally. After all, she teaches one of my classes too. But that was before she found herself hopelessly addicted to your cock. Believe you me, I know the feeling. I used to be fairly normal, too." She giggled. Her tits and one hand continued to rub all over his sudsy front, but her other hand snaked down and began jacking him off. The shampoo made such a good lather that his long erection already couldn't even be seen in all the suds.

Alan commented dryly, "I was wondering how many seconds you'd take before you started washing that particular area."

She giggled, "I held out as long as I could!" As she soaped his shaft it sprung to its full length. "Bro, Big Scuba Snorkel Brother, I got so excited hearing you refer to your harem, even if you only say it's sexy talk. You're starting to realize you have a harem, deep down, even if you deny it. Of course you deny, because you're so naturally modest, and that's one thing we love about you. But we all know better, don't we? The only question for me is, how long will it take for you to properly learn how to treat your fuck toys?"

"Properly treat? What do you mean? How would you treat them, if you were in my shoes?" He quickly corrected himself, "Assuming that I have fuck toys, which I don't."

Katherine giggled. "Yeah. Right." She now used both hands on his penis while her tits continued to act like sponges on his chest. "If I were in your shoes? I'm not sure what I'd do, because I'm not naturally dominant like you. I was born to serve. God made me this body so I could spend the rest of my life sexually serving my favorite brother, and that's a fact."

Alan rolled his eyes with disbelief, but secretly he was pleased.

She continued, "But if you twisted my arm, I think the first thing I'd do is line up all my bitches."

He shot her an evil eye over the use of the B-word.

"My sexual servants, I mean. I would get them all to oil up, so they were shiny and slippery. Kind of like me, right now. I really dig that oil thing we did."

Indeed, she was glistening with remnants of the shower water running down her tanned skin. "And totally naked, of course. Then I'd have all of them get on all fours. By all of them, you'd want me, Mom, Amy, Suzanne, Glory, Brenda, Akami, and Heather, at the very least. Eight should be good for starters, though of course we all need to help bring you new, fresh cunt whenever you want it."

As she said this, she also got on all fours between his knees. She kept her mouth so close to Alan's penis that she could breathe on it, but for once she didn't devour it, since it was so thoroughly covered with the shampoo suds. She worked on blowing the suds off when she wasn't talking. "Too bad you couldn't include Xania. She's waaaaay Alan-worthy, and so few women have the tits and ass to even begin to qualify. Am I missing anyone important?"

"No, I guess not." Alan was already flexing his PC muscle as much as he could to stave off a climax due to Katherine's words and actions. The only thing helping him out was that he'd just climaxed a short time before. But he was a good sexual multi-tasker and soaped any part of his sister's body within reach. He didn't like getting something without reciprocating.

"Anyway, you'd order all of us to line up butt to butt in a long line. Then you'd walk up and down the line behind them, as if on a military inspection, with a whip in your hand. Nobody would know what you'd do next. Or who you'd do, heh-heh. One minute you'd be fucking, say, me. The next minute you'd reach over and stick a finger up Brenda's ass. Then suddenly you'd stop and fuck Glory up the butt while spanking Akami's butt right next to her. We'd all be moaning like bitches in heat, begging to be touched in very private places or roughly taken by surprise with your manly tool. Oooh! Idea! Actually it would be better if we were all blindfolded too, so we would feel even more vulnerable."

Katherine let Alan ponder that for a minute. She got up and turned the shower back on. She switched it to the nozzle function and then took the nozzle in hand and began washing Alan's crotch clean of suds. She longed for some cocksucking and was getting annoyed at the soapy suds in her way.

Alan found his sister's fantasy incredibly arousing. "And then? What about the whip? I don't like whips. That's too mean."

"Oh, it wouldn't be a big, harsh whip. You can get all kinds, you know. But it would be a long one. So even while you're fucking a girl on one end of the line, you could snap the whip on the one on the far end. So you could punish anyone from anywhere."

"Punish them for what?"

"Punish them for insolence, of course. It's a never ending problem with sex slaves, and I should know, since I'm one. We get so uppity, like demanding to be fucked when it's not our turn."

Katherine was back on all fours now, and ready to lick. But she couldn't hold her brother's penis in place since her hands were holding her up. Alan held his penis with one hand so she could punctuate her words with licks without it bouncing away. The shower water now rained down on both of them, washing more of the suds away.

"But I like what you call uppitiness. Who would want a zombie who mindlessly agreed to every command? That would get boring really fast."

"I know. I agree. That's why you'll never stop punishing us. It's a constant game to see just how much you'll let us get away with. So much fun! You'd never stop whipping us, and spanking, and fucking!" As soon as those last words left her lips, she took her brother's shaft deep in her mouth.

"You have a very strange idea of fun. So is that the end of your fantasy?" He guessed it was because of the way her mouth was now fully occupied with sucking instead of talking.

But she took the penis out after a few sucks, excited to elaborate on her idea. "No. Of course not. It goes on forever and ever. With your eight slaves all in a line, you could do so much. Next, you give us all dildos. Big, powerful dildos, the kind with the clit stimulators too. Ass dildos, on top of it. We'd squeal in glee as we filled every possible hole with plastic cock. Then we'd all try to stay on all fours in line, but it would be too much. Soon, each and every one of us would be on the floor, writhing like an epileptic having a seizure."

Still on all fours, she began wiggling from side to side, and front to back. She kept her mouth less than an inch from the tip of Alan's penis, so every breath she took aroused him more.

She continued in a very breathy voice, "You'd try to whip us into order, even whipping directly on our tits and cunts... especially that, heh-heh! But it wouldn't do much good. We're all too insolent and horny! We need a good fucking; that's why we're your slaves. Only you can fuck us like our cunts demand to be fucked and temporarily satiate our need."

She went on excitedly, "So every now and then you'd pop out a dildo and replace it with your honest-to-God real penis. The unlucky ones not chosen for special treatment would start sexually attacking each other, because it would be a sexual feeding frenzy by now. There would be so much licking and fucking and sucking and dildo-thrusting and moaning and screaming that even the dead men in local cemeteries would get massive hard-ons. And that would only be the first hour of your total control over all of us."

Alan found himself quite attracted to her fantasy, and realized it was at least remotely possible that it could come to be someday, if he wanted it. The fantasy stood out as clearly as if it existed right in front of him. He was imagined a line of butts running all around the living room. In his daydream, he fucked Katherine while fingering Suzanne's pussy on one side and Glory's anus on the other.

The idea nearly made him physically dizzy. He could almost smell the sweat and variety of pussy aromas, and hear the screams and moans of many. Each pussy in the line was more gooey, slurpy, pungent, and dripping than the next. Of course the very real touch, smell, and sounds of Katherine on all fours with her mouth breathing on his penis did wonders to help spur his imagination.

He snapped back to reality, mostly, and pointed out an objection. "But Glory and Brenda aren't into that lesbian stuff."

Katherine snorted, "Brenda? Ha! Where have you been? She's totally into it and just says otherwise. As for Glory, I don't know her well enough to say what she's like at the moment, but she will be. She's your de facto slave, after all. If it makes you feel good, she'll do it even if she's not naturally that way, and she'll love doing it because she gets off on making you happy. At least, that's how it works, speaking for myself. I totally cream just seeing your face get ecstatic."

She took his penis back in her mouth as soon as she stopped talking.

"Really? ... But come on, Sis. Let's get real here. A straight woman can't turn bi just to make someone happy."

His words were interrupted by a squeal as Katherine came hard. She came despite having no hands anywhere near her crotch, since she was up on all fours.

Alan peered down and around to see how much he'd made her leak, and to his surprise he saw a stream of liquid shooting from her pussy. "What's that?" he asked dumbly.

"Silly brother. I'm a gusher. Didn't you know that? You made me so hot that I didn't even need to touch myself down there."

Alan shook his head no while he still absorbed the fact that she could squirt her cum out just like a male. "No, I didn't. I guess you always had a hand or penis in the way." In fact, he only had a vague notion that women did that at all.

He covered up his cluelessness by continuing, "Anyways, I was saying. This is a nice fantasy, but totally unrealistic. None of these women would call themselves slaves except for you."

"Only me? Come on! You know you're lying. I may be the most into the idea, but that's just because the ones who are most into being your slaves are the ones who know you best. I know you better than anybody so I can see what the future holds better, too. Believe me. It's filled with a long line of asses for you to fuck."

He cut in. "Wait. I want to know: why are you so into this harem vision? Why not go for an exclusive relationship like normal people?"

"I've thought about that," she conceded. "Of course I want to be your favorite in the harem, and I don't think I can completely cure myself of jealousy. But with other women, I get some massive fringe benefits. Think of all the great lesbian sex. When you get new fuck meat, guess who else is hoping to get a taste of the new hottie? But your exploits also make me hot, somehow. It's like, my man is so potent, so virile, that it takes an entire army of improbably stacked babes to keep him satisfied. The bottom line is, I'll have a more active and fulfilling sex life than just about any other woman in this country. And all because I'm willing to share."

"Hmm." He thought about it, and realized it made some sense. He again considered if the sex slave idea was realistic. "Okay, maybe Mom or Amy, too, but only if you talked them into it. But a couple, like Suzanne and Heather, would totally laugh at the idea. Probably more."

She talked while lightly licking. "Don't be so sure. Anyways, you've only been working on them for a few weeks. You're still melting their minds - just give it a few more fucks. And if they don't bend all the way, pick some others. Like Janice, for instance. She told me she'd be happy to be your sex slave."

"She did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Katherine had been talking too much to continue sucking Alan's wet penis off. But rather than resuming that, she got up, wrapped her body around him, and guided his penis into her vagina. She gave him such an intense "come hither" look that he was momentarily paralyzed and unable to react. Then, suddenly laughing, she repeated, "Did too!"

"Hey! You're fucking me!"

"No I'm not. You're fucking me. It's the male who fucks and the woman who gets fucked. It's a very important distinction because it shows again how you're in total control of your cum-starved, sex-crazed slave sister. And your other slaves."

"Whatever. I don't have slaves; I'm a normal high school student. We shouldn't be doing this. This is supposed to be my day off, and Mom will be home any minute." But even as he protested, his hips pushed his penis in and out as if his lower body was controlled by someone else.

"I made you too horny with my little fantasy for you to stop now, and you know it. I'm so damned uppity and insolent!" She laughed gleefully.

"You are. Damn you!" But Alan was more focused on the fucking than on talking by now. With the showerhead continuing to pour water over them, they went at each other even more frantically than they did when they fucked a short while earlier. Katherine was right: Alan had been powerfully aroused by her fantasy and he fucked like he only had an hour left to live.

Truth be told, he liked her fantasy better than most of his own, as he'd been too modest even in fantasies to envision lining up eight females and treating them that way. But he knew he'd be having fantasies like that from now on. He could feel his moral restraint slipping away, yet again.

The only sounds they made now were grunts and moans. They devoted all their energies to fucking.

Katherine bounced up and down on Alan's lap as Alan lifted her up and then dropped her down onto his spear, over and over again.

CHAPTER 4

A couple of minutes later both of them heard the garage door opening, announcing Susan's return from church. "Did you hear that? We really have to stop fucking."

"Yep, we sure do," Katherine agreed. "One of these days." She giggled and kept right on with her now-expert counterthrusting.

"No, I mean right now. We can't have Mom catch us like this!"

"Okay. Just as soon as we hear her get to the top of the stairs."

"You see, evil Sis? You're pure evil. This is why I wouldn't allow us to fuck at home."

"Okay, okay. Geez! Fine. Let's stop then. Whatever you want, as long as you don't extend that ban."

Quite a few moments went by. Alan noted, "We're not stopping." His hips still swayed in and out of his sister as if someone else was controlling them. He contemplated simply giving up and shooting his cum into his sister, and even by thinking those thoughts he found it was starting to happen.

"You're right," Katherine giggled.

"Good God! I really CAN hear her coming up the stairs! Please stop NOW! I don't have the willpower!" He was coming extremely close to cumming now, and had to decide if he'd have enough time to do it before Susan came upstairs. He had a vision of Susan steaming while she watched her son buckling over and over as he shot his seed into his sister and he decided that he shouldn't risk it.

With great reluctance and willpower, and more than a little bit of frantic PC muscle squeezing, he managed to stave off the imminent climax.

Somehow, together, they managed to pull themselves apart. The sound of Susan walking down the hallway towards them gave them the proper motivation. But there was no time by now to get out of the shower together, especially since they were using Susan's larger bathroom.

Katherine figured, If we're gonna get caught, I might as well have fun while it lasts. Alan stood to leave, but Katherine got in his way: she got down on her knees and began sucking his dick yet again.

Susan walked into her bedroom a few seconds later, still fully dressed in her church clothes.

Alan yelled out a friendly "Hi Mom!" while he continued to try in vain to push Katherine's head away with his hands.

She was prepared for that and latched on like a leech.

The bathroom door wasn't even closed, so Susan walked over and took a look at her children. She wasn't even particularly surprised at what she saw. "What do we have here?" she asked in a discouraged voice.

"Um, we're just helping each other shower," Alan answered lamely. There was no denying who had his penis in her mouth, but Alan wasn't terribly worried about it. It was one thing to be caught fucking, but now that he was able to think a bit more rationally, he realized Susan really couldn't complain about this.

"I can see that. Looks like some people, and especially some body parts, are getting much more help than others." Her eyes were fastened on Katherine's bobbing head.

"Yeah, well, you know how it goes," he replied, still awkwardly. "But really, we're washing too." He realized that he still held a bar of strawberry-scented soap in his hand, leaned down, and began scrubbing his sister's shoulders with it.

"You two," Susan tsk-tsked. "You realize I'm not in the mood? I'm not back from church five minutes and I see this kind of debauchery. I can't even sit in my own bedroom and contemplate today's excellent sermon?"

A very long pause ensued, for a minute or more. Alan had been exceedingly close to cumming before Susan came in, and now he was right back on the verge of a climax, thanks to the talented things Katherine's lips were doing.

Susan eyed them critically, but finally said, "I should be mad, but on reflection there's nothing to be mad about. Angel, I'm proud of you. We have a terribly cum-filled boy here and you're helping to purge him of all that nasty sperm. Thank you."

For some reason, Alan found Susan's words too arousing to handle. He suddenly grabbed Katherine's head and gasped, "Strategic pause! Strategic pause! Quick! Pull away!"

Katherine did.

He clutched his legs together as if trying not to pee and managed to stave off the climax yet again. The truth was he was so good at his PC muscle control he was almost always able to delay gratification if he wanted to badly enough. Physically, most any male could do it if they practiced enough. He differed from most men mainly in fully understanding that much better rewards came to those who waited and having the dedication to build up his skills.

Katherine looked up and waved. "So Mom. How was church?" She also still held a bar of soap, lemon-scented. She stood up and began scrubbing the front of Alan's thighs.

"Hi, Angel," Susan mumbled. "Pretty good." Whatever religious mood she had was rapidly being replaced by insatiable lust. Drawn like a moth to flame, she slowly made her way across her wide bedroom to the opened door of the bathroom, without even realizing what she was doing. She began peeling off layers, since, shower or no shower, she wasn't allowed to wear underwear in the house. She felt remiss for not taking them off when next to the underwear cabinet by the door.

Before long, she stood nude. She wanted to walk to her dresser and pick out some more casual clothes to wear, but if she went to that part of the room she wouldn't be able to look into the bathroom any more and she couldn't tear her eyes away from her sudsy children. Not surprisingly, she was transfixed by the sight of Alan's insistent erection.

Katherine continued to work on his legs in a way that caused her brother's penis to repeatedly and delightedly hit her in the face. Occasionally she stuck a tongue out at it. Susan guessed that it wouldn't be long before the tongue would gain a hold of the swinging penis and another blowjob commenced.

Time went by. The situation seemed quite awkward, as Susan remained poised on the verge of either joining or forcing them to stop. Alan was watching her intently. He said, while his eyes bored into her tits sitting high on her chest, "Mom, did you know, you're an affront to gravity."

That caused a chuckle from everyone, and broke the mood. Katherine slapped Alan's thigh as if peeved she was being ignored.

He added, "Like mother, like daughter. You've raised one sexy cocksucker, Mrs. Plummer." That satisfied Katherine, and everyone was all smiles.

The next thing Susan knew, she stood at the edge of the large bathtub, within arm's reach of the penis she loved so dearly.

Katherine stood. She rubbed the sudsy soap all over her own tits and then pressed her rack into Alan's chest. She moaned quite loudly as she "cleaned" his chest with her tits. She knew that looked like so much fun that Susan would be hard pressed to resist.

Susan said quietly, "Angel, you missed a spot." She pointed at Alan's back. The next thing she knew, she was standing behind Alan in the shower, with her tits soaped up and sliding all around his muscular back.

"So glad you could join us," Katherine giggled. "Looks like Alan is caught in another tit sandwich."

Susan's last residual resistance faded away and she laughed a good laugh. "It looks that way, doesn't it?"

Susan took her glasses off, since she was in the shower and she always took them off in the shower as a matter of habit. She reached around and grabbed her son's penis, which had yet to go flaccid. "We're spoiling him something rotten. You and Amy were just doing this to him yesterday."

Katherine pointed out, "Yes, but a sandwich wet in the shower is so much better, don't you think?" But then she chided, "Now, hold on. Let's do this right. I'll take care of the front side, and you take care of his back side."

"No fair!" Susan pouted sexily, but she followed Katherine's order. Her tits continued their "cleaning."

Katherine slid down so that her own tits began pleasuring Alan's penis just as soon as Susan's hands had let go. She began a very slippery and sudsy titfuck. She also made the comment, "Mom, I think we've taken care of his upper body. I think his ass could use the attention of your twin tit-sponges."

"Good idea," Susan agreed. She knelt down and pressed her huge melons against his butt cheeks then began rubbing them all over.

Alan had been quiet, enjoying the banter between the two females, but when Susan pressed a nipple up into his ass crack, he couldn't help but moan, "Niiiice."

Yet, despite all the sexy fun, something was still bothering Susan. After a few minutes of silence, she finally voiced her thoughts. "Tiger? Tell me. What was it like? You know, last night with Amy. Will that change anything?"

Alan recognized danger if he answered incorrectly. So he took his time to formulate an answer and then said, "Change anything? Absolutely not. You're still my favorite sex bomb mom and Sis is still my number one fuck toy. There's absolutely nothing to worry about."

Susan seemed a bit relieved, she still pressed, "But how was it? Did you like it better than anything you do with the rest of us?"

"Mom, I have to admit, it was great. But I don't want to kiss and tell beyond that. It's all great. The things you do to me can give me as much pleasure, or even more. I love you and Amy's not going to steal me away or anything like that. Don't even think it."

She continued to press, "I've heard it said that vaginal sex is the best way to drain heavy sperm-filled balls. Is that true?"

He grinned. "That may be true. She drained me pretty good. But there's only one way for you to be sure." He winked.

Susan smiled at that. She felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

CHAPTER 5

But as she returned her focus on her "tit-cleaning," she realized that she was growing increasingly annoyed at Katherine for monopolizing Alan's fat erection. She complained, "Angel, it's not fair. You get a titfuck and all I get is the ass. I've used these 'tit-sponges' to thoroughly explore every inch of my son's cute ass, and it's as clean as it'll ever get. I bet you've been yanking on that rod one way or another all morning long. Can you share the wealth a little bit?"

Katherine peered around Alan's hip and stuck her tongue out at her mother. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

Alan cut in. "Hey Sis, that's not a loving attitude. Why don't you two show good family spirit with a really cooperative blowjob?"

"Okay!" Katherine agreed immediately. She figured half a loaf was better than no loaf at all.

Susan frowned. She knew this was another boundary being crossed, since she'd never shared his penis with Katherine before. It was like she was committing two incestuous sins at once. But she was lusting so badly to touch and taste it that she was having a hard time forming a complaint.

Luckily, Katherine filled the silent void by adding playfully, "Alan's got so much cock that I don't know if one female mouth can handle it all."

Susan considered those words seriously and found that she agreed. It's true. It IS too much cock for one woman. It takes a lot to pleasure him six times a day. No single woman can even come close to giving enough stimulation. As much as I'd love to suck him off over and over, even my jaw muscles have their limits. In fact, it's a wonder this kind of sharing hasn't happened before.

Rather that answer with words, she crawled around Alan and took her place next to her daughter between her son's legs. The two of them began slurping away as if they'd done it together many times before.

Alan slumped against an inner shower wall and slid down until he came to a ledge that held him up. It was just the right height. "Now we're talking! Do you realize this is the first time the two of you have shared a blowjob like this?" He turned the water off since it had been running so long that his skin was starting to shrivel up a bit.

The two women were too busy with their mouths to reply to him. Both of them licked the sides of the penis closest to them. The sensitive spot below Alan's penis head was in a neutral territory of sorts, so they traded turns stimulating that.

Susan's reticence was long gone. She looked up at Alan with a dreamy and near worshipful look in her eye. She nudged Katherine with her shoulder and said, "Look who's the man of the house now."

Katherine stopped licking and merely jacked him off while she looked up into his eyes with that same dreamy look. "You said it, Mom! He's definitely the MAN around here! I wonder what your husband would think if he had a bird's eye view of us right now."

Susan snorted derisively as she resumed licking the tip of Alan's penis. "Husband? You mean Ron? I'm sorry, but the only MAN worthy to be my husband is standing over me right now, thrusting his cock into my face. Maybe I should just marry my own son!"

She got so excited at this idea that she plunged a couple fingers into her pussy while her other hand poked at her clit. Marrying Alan was her secret fantasy, and she blushed to even say it in jest. She shuddered as a massive orgasm overtook her.

Katherine too attacked those same spots on herself now that the talk had turned to marriage. She said breathlessly, "Sorry, Mom, he's already taken. He's going to marry his own sister!" She slowly kissed her way up her brother's chest as she aimed to kiss him on the lips.

But she lost patience and dropped back to her knees. She pushed Susan aside in her excitement and completely swallowed her brother's hard-on.

Alan felt the need to step in lest this marriage talk turned serious. "Hey, you two. No one is marrying anybody right now. Less talking and more licking, please."

"Yes, Master!" Katherine said this fairly audibly even though his penis filled her mouth.

Susan pushed forward again to find the penis all occupied. Alan chided, "Sis? What did I say about sharing?"

Katherine pulled back and the two of them sucked and licked contentedly, taking turns in a very amicable fashion.

Susan commented, "You know, Angel, I thought I'd hate this sharing thing, but I love it! It makes everything feel, I don't know, even naughtier than before."

"Totally, Mom! I'm so with you on that one!"

The dual blow job seemed to go on forever.

Alan leaned back against the wall and marveled at his penis's staying power. He was on cloud nine. He thought, I can't even explain myself how I do it. I know this isn't normal, especially being able to keep going with this particular double blow, but I love it. I'm seriously addicted. Riding the edge of an orgasm like I am right now has to be the best drug on Earth, bar none. Wow. What WOULD Ron think if he saw this? I think he'd literally have a heart attack. I think I would, if I were in his shoes, especially given the way both of these gals were when he left. It would completely blow a fuse.

Suddenly he announced, "Okay, you two. Time for another power break."

But they kept licking. Susan mumbled between licks, "Too yummy! Mommy can't stop!"

Katherine just purred in agreement.

"Stop," he moaned.

But neither of them would allow him to pause this time. They both needed to taste him right away.

Alan shouted, "Shit! I can't hold out unless you stop! Not yet!"

But it was already too late - even Alan couldn't keep going without his strategically timed pauses. He grabbed a fistful of hair from each of their heads and held on tightly while his ropes started to shoot.

The sharing attitude dissolved as both females jockeyed for position to be on the receiving end of his semen. Several ropes hit their cheeks while their faces pushed back and forth against each other.

Susan, though, had prepared in advance for this moment. She stuck a finger up her daughter's butt, which caused Katherine to arch back and squeal.

Susan saw her chance and wrapped her lips around Alan's penis in time to swallow up the majority of his cum.

Katherine conceded defeat and sat back frigging herself to climax while she watched.

When it was all over, all three took a good look at each other. Katherine and Susan both had a fair amount of Alan's cum on their faces, but it just so happened that one rope had created a nearly perfect mustache across Katherine's upper lip.

Susan looked at it, and making reference to the famous "Got milk?" ads, asked, "Got sperm?"

Alan remained sitting on the tub ledge and laughed. Then he commented to both females, "That was certainly nice. Don't we all feel much cleaner?"

Katherine exclaimed in exasperation, "'Certainly nice?' You have your own mother and sister cocksucking for you together, and that's all you can say?"

Susan looked over at her daughter and winked. "I guess we'll just have to do better next time. Don't you think, Angel? Maybe it takes three of us to get him to shoot."

Katherine said, "Brother, I think you should go play tennis with your friends. That way you could come back all hot and sweaty. And most importantly, in need of another shower. If you do, you'd better call the both of us to help you." She winked back at her mother.

"Not a bad idea all around," Alan said agreeably on the outside. On the inside, he was jumping for joy at this latest turn of events. He'd always assumed there would be too much jealousy for this kind of sharing.

Changing the topic, he said, "Now I'm going to go eat some food." He looked at their faces and decided he was most pleased with the wrangling that caused so much cum to end up on their faces. He loved to "mark" his females. As he continued gazing at them, he was hit by an idea. "Hey. You two look a little messy. I think you know how I'd like you to clean up."

Susan and Katherine leaned into each other and began licking the cum off of each other's faces. They showed no reluctance, but Susan half-joked, "Now I'm really going to Hell, for sure."

But then Susan said more perkily, "Hold up, Son. Let me make lunch for you. Why don't you stay and watch? Surely you could think of worse things to do than watch two big-titted sexpots rub their bare racks together and lick your cum off their faces? Then we can all go down together."

Alan laughed, just from sheer happiness at how well the day was going. He idly rubbed both their asses and said, "Believe me, I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Everyone smiled, and then Katherine and Susan began a long, deep French kiss.

Katherine, always wanting to push the boundaries, broke the kiss to lap up a big cum gob, and then fed the cum to her mother.

Susan easily submitted to having her son's sweet seed being forced down her throat. She was so excited about being able to taste both her children in one kiss that she actually came on the spot. Her knees buckled and Katherine had to grab her tighter to stop her from falling.

Unfortunately, that brought a premature end to the cum cleaning, as Susan needed some time alone to recover. But both women finished cleaning their own faces in short order.

Before Alan had lunch, he spoke to Glory on the phone some more. He wanted to make sure she was okay after the rather crazy call earlier in the day. They had a much more rational conversation. He was actually relieved that Glory seemed a bit embarrassed by some of the submissive things she'd said earlier, and tried to reassert her usual personality. Alan figured he didn't want or need another female acting like Katherine.

When the phone call ended, he had a lot to think about. Boy, I really feel like king of the world today. I keep resisting this harem idea because it seems like the further I get into this, the greater the fall is going to be when somehow the spell is broken. Life can't keep going on like this, can it? I mean, of all my friends right now, probably the most exciting thing they're doing is watching football on TV. I can barely wrap my head around how bizarre this morning's events have been, not to mention yesterday's.

But obviously Sis is ready to take all this insanity to yet another level. Maybe I've read too much porn, but I can imagine her vision of eight naked women lined up in a row happening in some kind of massive mansion set deep in the woods, but not here. Not on some random suburban street in conservative Orange County. Somehow the police are going to find out what we're doing, and I'm going to be led away in handcuffs.

Someone like Ron is going to bring this all to an end. That talk about him may have been a turn on to them, but it scared the bejeesus out of me. He IS going to come home sooner or later, and what will happen then? Not only that, but any day now Brad or Eric might wander over from next door looking to borrow a screwdriver or something. Instead, they'll probably see their beloved Amy or Suzanne right in the middle of an incestuous orgy. I wonder what would happen next. God, I hope I'll never find out! Brad's a big guy and he's even on the football team. He'd probably kick my ass, especially since I'd be too shocked to react well.

There're two things I need to do. One, enjoy this to the hilt while it lasts, because it won't last forever. This harem stuff is just too far out of the mainstream, and the mainstream always clamps down on those who break the rules.

Two, make it last as long as possible. I think the key is to cut it down to just the core people, if only for safety reasons. Loose lips sink ships. I like this idea of disentangling myself from the Kims and Joys and Janices of the world and focusing on an inner core. Not only is it safer, but otherwise I just can't handle it emotionally or physically, as much fun as it is to fuck so many. Glory is showing me that the emotional entanglements are going to get more and more messy unless I do something. I could totally see the one feeling jilted being the one to blab. Someone like Heather. I DEFINITELY should stay away from her.

But any core has to include Glory, my very first serious crush. Her and the Plummer and Pestridge four, definitely. Brenda and Akami, I'm not sure yet. I still don't really know either of them well enough. But with Glory's basically monogamous attitude, I'm worried things with her are going to end in a "road to ruin" as she put it, even with the multiple partners conceptual breakthrough of sorts on the phone today. Not good. Not good at all.

CHAPTER 6

At lunch, Alan announced to Susan and Katherine, "The two of you have to get punished for not stopping when I asked you to stop and making me cum too soon. I could have kept riding that hard-on all day."

It seemed surreal to be discussing this over a sandwich, given that the two females were eating while dressed relatively normally for a change. Everything in the house seemed a Norman Rockwell picture of normality. That is, until Katherine joked, "I would have much preferred if I rode that hard-on all day!"

Alan smiled at that. "Okay, funny girl, here's the punishment. You two have to stay away from my penis all day long. Absolutely no touching. Period. This was supposed to be my recovery weekend, and while that hasn't exactly happened, it can still be a recovery of sorts if I keep it light from here on in."

Both seemed fairly resigned and just nodded. They knew he needed a break.

He added, "Furthermore, Sis, what we did in the shower counts as the third time."

This caused Katherine's eyebrows to rise in surprise. She knew exactly what he meant: he'd fucked Amy twice, and now only had one more time to go to have a "matching" four fucks with Katherine. She wanted to argue about his accounting but kept quiet since Susan was standing right there.

Susan asked, "What on Earth does that mean? Third time?"

But Alan only replied, "Just a private bet between us."

Susan raised an eyebrow but didn't press him about it.

Susan and Katherine also joked with each other and Alan about Amy's screaming.

Susan certainly wouldn't have joked about it earlier in the day, but time, and a few good orgasms, heal all wounds. But at the same time Susan also seriously requested Alan not to fuck Amy so late at night, "at least not until I can buy some of those ear muffs the workers at airports use."

Alan took a long nap after lunch. When he woke, he decided to visit friends. His friend Peter was out, but Sean was in, so he went over to Sean's house and they played video games together.

Sean was on Alan's mind. Alan thought, If I'm going to break sexual connection with some of the cheerleaders, it'll go over much better if they could have someone to replace me with. Someone like Sean. He's kind of like me in that he's surprisingly muscular and athletic for someone who's basically a nerd at heart. But how to make it work? For one thing, I'm sure Sean's a total virgin, just like I was not that long ago.

Alan didn't know how to proceed. He couldn't figure out how to broach the subject with Sean, either.

By the time Alan got home from his surprisingly normal few hours of videogaming, it was nearly five o'clock.

Suzanne met him at his own front door. Her arms were on her cocked hips and she was clearly pissed off.

Alan took one look at her, and deadpanned, "I see you can't wait for your hello kiss."

That got a chuckle, and more importantly, a French kiss from Suzanne that went a long way to erasing her mood. When the kiss ended, she remained clinging to him and said, "How can I stay mad at you?"

"What did I do?" Alan asked in honest confusion.

"Remember yesterday, when I said we had more computer shopping to do today? When did you think we'd do it? Remember about stores closing?"

Alan thought back. He did remember that comment. He didn't need to be reminded that "computer shopping" was code for going to a hotel and fucking like bunnies. So he volunteered, "I'm ready when you are. Let's just head out that door."

Suzanne smiled. "You're reading my mind. If I let you into the house, it'll be another twenty minutes before you finish the rest of your hello kisses. Let's go."

They got into Suzanne's car and drove off. But to Alan's surprise, they only drove one block, and then she parked the car down a little used one way street. "We're walking from here," she said as she got out of the car.

Alan followed, confused. He joked, "I don't see any 'computer shops' around here."

"No, you don't," she said with a nearly grim face. "We're going back to my house." She walked briskly and he kept up. "You unfortunately came back so late that if we drive anywhere and back, we won't have any time to 'shop' because of dinner. I can't keep you massively late for dinner two nights in a row without your mother getting seriously suspicious."

Alan watched her walk and said, "I didn't really expect we'd do this again so soon. Look at the way you walk. It's like you have a stick up your butt. Won't anyone notice?"

She laughed, "I will have a stick up a hole very NEAR my butt soon. Actually, you're right. Some anal sex would help spare my pussy a bit. I am walking a bit funny, but I'm not too concerned. My husband and son barely notice me, as long as dinner's on the table."

They already arrived at the front of Suzanne's house by the time she finished saying that.

Alan gulped as he looked up at it. He'd been in it so rarely that it seemed to him more like a haunted, spooky mansion than anything. It had become completely off limits in his mind. All he could think when looking at it was Brad and Eric, and getting caught.

Suzanne seemed to read his mind and she walked to the door and unlocked it. "As you know, I have a very strict policy about no hanky panky in here. Ever. But you fuck so good that I'm going to make an exception. You see what you do to me? I told you that as soon as I started I would have to have it every day. I'm already doing crazy things to get my fix."

Her mind flashed back to Friday and sabotaging the scoutmaster's car. She quickly banished the unpleasant thought.

"What about them?" Alan asked while Suzanne nearly dragged him up the stairs to her bedroom. There was no need to clarify that he was talking about her husband Eric and her son Brad. Daughter Amy was much less of a concern since she presumably wouldn't mind if she saw.

"They're off fishing and won't be back till late. I made damn sure of that. All the same, we shouldn't dilly dally, because this is extremely dangerous. In all my years of fooling around, I never once even considered bringing a man in here. And in the future we're going to plan this better so this is a one time thing. Okay?"

"And Amy?" Alan said this while both of them stripped.

"I pretty much ordered her to stay at your place. That was another reason why I met you right at the door, to stop you two lovebirds before you got started. By the way, speaking of walking funny, you should see how she's walking today! Let's make this a really fast fuck, okay? I'm nervous. Really nervous."

They fucked quickly at first, but soon the pace slowed down. Suzanne was antsy, which fueled her lovemaking, but Alan was in the mood for lazy sex, despite the danger. Suzanne was willing to go along with his pace, knowing that Alan would give her fast and furious fucks on other occasions. Their mood settled down into one of deep contentment and bonding, instead of the pure excitement of the day before.

Suzanne had a stereo system in her bedroom and made a point of filling the CD changer with a selection of classical CDs.

If there was one thing Alan didn't like about Suzanne it was her love of classical music. But he had to admit that the music she picked out helped set the proper mood for making love at a relaxed pace.

But despite the languor, they still had plenty of quality sex. Before the day was over, Alan gave it to Suzanne every way he knew how. He fucked her sitting, standing, lying down, on top, on bottom, and on and on. Their slow pace allowed them to keep going and going, like two Energizer bunnies in heat.

He was again extremely impressed with her vagina. It's so muscularly aggressive, all the time! Who's fucking who? I feel like she's fucking me with the way her vagina constantly assaults my penis and squeezes it. I don't really know what Kegel exercises are, but I'm all in favor of them if she says that's what gives her such great control. In fact, I'll bet that Suzanne is the best fuck I'll ever have. And don't even get me started on her long tongue or everything else she's got. What a woman!

Suzanne was already quite spoiled, because she expected Alan to be hard nearly constantly. Luckily, he was able to rise to the occasion. He pumped her pussy full of copious amounts of semen, happy that he didn't have to use a condom with her. As soon as he would get flaccid, she would suck or titfuck him back to life within minutes, then they would get back to proper fucking.

They fucked for just over an hour. Alan came twice, and Suzanne came more times than she could count. Between his stamina and her skill, it was like they were trying for the Olympic gold medal in fucking. While the sex was slow, it was intense and nearly non-stop, with the exception of Alan's occasional strategic pauses.

It finally ended when Suzanne cried uncle, claiming that her pussy simply couldn't handle any more thrusting.

Alan was glad that for once someone was more overtaxed than he was. He'd also reached his limit at the same time. Susan always talked about draining his balls dry, but he felt as if Suzanne had really done it.

Then they took a shower together, something Alan realized he still didn't do with women nearly enough. The idea was to get cleaned up from all the sweat and cum, but Suzanne managed to get Alan all worked up again instead.

So they went back to bed, but Alan wasn't up for having any more orgasms. His penis could get hard from time to time, but it didn't stay that way for long.

As a result, he spent his time just pleasuring Suzanne, mostly licking her down below. After a while his penis seemed to grow more sore, instead of less. Plus, the second climax he had with Suzanne was little more than a dribble. He figured that he would have had next to no cum left to shoot out if he somehow miraculously managed to cum with her for a third time.

Frankly, he was very glad to give instead of receive. He enjoyed making Suzanne happy by eating her out.

When he'd done that to Suzanne's complete satisfaction, they just lay on the bed in each other's arms. Both were very exhausted. They whispered sweet nothings to each other for many minutes.

Alan did eventually manage to get hard again, but his penis was too sore for any more thrusting. He just kept his erection in her pussy without any movement by either of them, so she could appreciate the feeling of being filled.

Suzanne was struck anew by Alan's maturity in the conversations they had between fucking. He certainly doesn't act like a typical eighteen year old. He acts like he's been having these kinds of trysts for years. Such calmness, charm, and wit.

She was also staggered by just how much she loved him. I've known I wanted Alan for some time, but this is just ridiculous. I totally feel like I want to marry him! That's completely irrational. I'm twice his age, and married. I wish I could still get pregnant, so I could have his baby! God, I feel like I'm going to cry. Cry for happiness at being in his arms, but also sadness in knowing he's ultimately gonna end up with some young lady - or more likely, ladies! - and not me. Fuck. I didn't know I could get all mushy and needy like this. Get yourself together, woman!

When they were all done, Suzanne made 100% sure that all traces of their activity had been removed, then she went with Alan to her car a mere block away so they could "drive back" from their "computer shopping."

Alan noted that she walked even more awkwardly now, just like she had a stick up her butt.

She commented to him, "Don't worry. I plan things out. The guys aren't expected back till late. You know I called them a while back to see where they are. I don't take any chances. In fact, I've booked a masseuse to come and relax my muscles. She'll be arriving in a matter of minutes. And don't get any ideas of hot lesbian sex - she's an old crone. If my body moves in funny ways, they'll assume it's from the massage. Then I'm going to take a long, hot bath and go to bed early. I'll be right as rain tomorrow."

"Can't I fantasize about hot lesbian sex with a young masseuse?"

"No. No fantasizing for you!" She said this only half-jokingly. "You know darn well that if you were to wank yourself without some female help, all Hell would break loose. Susan, especially, would weep at the tragic waste of cum. Plus, keep in mind that you're going to have to pace yourself even more carefully now that you have my very demanding pussy to please. If I don't get at least one fuck a day now that we've started fucking, I'm going to be one unhappy camper."

Alan made it back to the Plummer house in time for a seven o'clock dinner. To his surprise, not only did Susan not mind his tardiness, but she herself appeared to have come home just minutes before, and hurried to prepare a quick meal. She seemed to be holding back some delightful secret. But Katherine, who also got home late, appeared to be as equally clueless as Alan was about her mother's mood.

True to Alan's earlier no-penis-touching vow, he only French kissed his mother and sister briefly upon greeting them, and kept their hands clear from his shorts.

Amy was also over for dinner (presumably so Suzanne could recover instead of cook) and so there was even more hello kissing.

Alan had a hard time reading Amy, especially now that he knew she was much more of an intelligent schemer than previously believed. He couldn't tell for sure if Amy knew what was up with Susan's mood or not.

Surprisingly, the topic of Alan and Amy's sex the night before and Amy's loud screaming didn't come up at all. The women all dressed conservatively and there was no monkeying around. They did make a few jokes though.

Alan asked Susan how her day had been.

She winked as she replied, "Oh, the usual. Just another hard day at the penis."

Katherine laughed, and came back with, "Typical. Is the boss riding your ass again?"

Susan looked at Alan and very slowly and deliberately replied, "Unfortunately, no."

Katherine continued, "Boy, he's a HARD boss. Does he have a stick up his butt?"

"I don't know, but sadly I don't have one up mine."

The giggling turned into outright guffawing. Katherine laughed so hard that her shoulder strap accidentally fell down one shoulder.

Alan doubted just how accidental that was. He figured it was a test to see if he'd react and show his readiness for more sexual games. But Alan was all stimulated out. He said, "Okay, enough, you two."

That put an end to the teasing.

He noted to himself, These two. Jesus. They're simply insatiable, Suzanne, if anything, is even worse. That statement that she needs to be fucked every single day seemed a bit menacing, even. Amy's a wild card, but for all I know she could end up the neediest of them all. This is a problem. However, if I've got to have a problem, being surrounded by perfect women with insatiable sex drives was one of the very best kinds of problems to have. Heh-heh.

Alan went back to his room to relax after dinner. He lay on his bed, thinking. Wow. Today's working out to be a restful day, after all. Only four times today. Not bad, considering how things started out. The "punishment" to have Susan and Katherine stay clear was key. I need to have more punishments like that. The Suzanne fuck was a surprise, but it was generally so mellow that it didn't wipe me out. If only my penis gets over this lingering soreness, I could be up for some more mischief later tonight.

This week at school is going to be really tough, with all the tests and papers coming up. I'm going to have to be really firm in limiting the hanky panky. In fact, I've had plenty of fun this weekend. A hell of a lot of fun, in fact. I should really hit the books tonight. ... Though I wouldn't be averse to fucking Mom in the ass just one time before I go to bed. She seems really into the idea. Five climaxes would still be a good number for the day. Maybe I can use that as my homework reward, assuming that my penis has fully recovered by then.

CHAPTER 7

Little did Alan realize, but his plan to get a lot of homework done was doomed to failure. Certain plans were already in motion. When Alan left to go play video games with his friend, he left a very disappointed Susan behind. Katherine figured he would be gone all afternoon, so she took off for the beach, leaving Susan all alone.

For Susan, an entire day with Alan gone and not even a chance of a blowjob was extremely disheartening. It was like her life had gone from color to black and white. She milled about the house trying to do some errands, but feeling very lethargic. The sound of the clock ticking in the kitchen rang loudly in her ears.

Amy had been stopping by every now and then, looking for Alan. She'd missed him during his nap and then again just after he left to go to his friend's house. The next time she came by, she saw that Susan needed cheering up and stayed to help with that. Amy was her usual, unflappably cheery self.

But rather than being cheered up, Susan ended up bringing Amy down, because Amy also greatly missed Alan after finally having made love to him the night before and all of Susan's talk about missing Alan really got to her. But what really disappointed the both of them the most was when Alan came home and then left again with Suzanne before either Susan or Amy even had a chance to say hello.

When Susan found out that Alan had come and gone, she looked like she wanted to cry.

So Amy suggested, "Let's not just sit here and be all mopey. Let's do something fun! Let's go somewhere!"

Susan brightened a bit. "You could talk me into that. I've hardly been leaving the house lately. But where could we go?"

"I know!" Amy said brightly. "Why don't we go to that store Suzanne and Katherine went to with all the sexy stuff? I'm still so bummed Mom didn't buy anything for me last time, and I have some money saved up."

Susan was both excited and frightened. "I don't know. I'd love to get some more clothing to look good for Alan, but I'm a bit of a scaredy cat out in public."

"That's why we should go together!" Amy answered. "I'm scared to go into a place like that too, so going together would be good for both of us. Too bad Katherine's not here, or we could make a team. ... Hey, what if we invite Brenda to go, too? With her around, that could take the attention off of us."

There was no doubt about that - Brenda's tits were always the center of attention and could even draw eyes away from the likes of Susan.

"And gosh! I have another idea! We could surprise everyone with another fashion show this evening! The three of us could get some clothes for Suzanne and Katherine too, and make everyone really happy!"

Amy's enthusiasm was infectious, but Susan still doubted. "I don't know. The fashion show might be going too far. We promised to take it easy on Alan today." She thought of the no penis touching punishment she and Katherine shared. "And I'm not really a big fan of Brenda and her absurd monster truck-sized tits. But I suppose we could give her a call..."

A short time later, the three of them found themselves at Stephanie's, the lingerie and sex shop Suzanne and Katherine had recently gone to.

Brenda was ecstatic at the selection of clothes, and seemingly bought the whole store.

The employee Ginger, who helped Suzanne and Katherine with much more than their purchases, was working there that day. But she was a total stranger to Brenda, Susan, and Amy, so nothing sexual happened between them.

Susan especially barely had the guts to even go to the store - the idea of making love or even flirting in such a public place was completely beyond the pale for her.

Brenda found herself buying lots of clothing with BDSM (bondage, domination, and sadomasochism) themes, and in fact bought virtually nothing else.

Susan also bought heaps of clothes; Amy less so because she had less to spend.

Brenda went back to her home when they were done while Amy stayed over at the Plummers.

Susan cooked and ate dinner with an extra spring in her step and twinkle in her eye, which is what made Alan suspicious during dinner that something was afoot.

When Alan met Amy at the table, he affectionately rubbed his hand through her hair and said, "Hey Aims, how's it going?"

Amy replied with a clueless voice and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "Okay, but it seems I have really bad breath. Do you have any idea what to do about that?"

Alan thought back to their "bad breath" history and immediately got hard. He leaned over Amy and whispered, "Damn you. Look at the bulge you made in my shorts. I think you're as evil as Heather."

Amy just clapped her hands and cackled with glee.

Alan was kicking back and reading a book in the living room around 8 PM when the doorbell rang. Amy, Katherine, and Susan were all hanging out in the room together, but Susan insisted that Alan get the door.

When Alan opened the door he saw Brenda standing there, wearing an overcoat and carrying two big bags. "Hi Alan, it's me Brenda. Remember me from the card games?"

Alan's mouth dropped open. "Remember? Are you kidding me? How could I ever possibly forget? Please come in!"

She walked in, looking very stern. She almost looked pissed off. Alan couldn't figure out why, but it was because she was steeling her nerves. She said to herself, Okay girl, don't lose it like you did last time. He's just a kid. Just because he has such a big, tasty dick, he thinks he's hot stuff. But this time, we're going to show who's who. I'm going to have HIM eating out of MY hands!

She took off her overcoat, and revealed some kind of transparent nightie. But it was so clingy it seemed like she was wearing Saran-Wrap. Both shoulder straps immediately fell off, but the nightie was so tight that it didn't even slip down.

She looked at Alan with a nearly menacing face, like she was meeting a sworn enemy. "So Alan, we meet again. Now I can reveal for the others that we're going to have a fashion show. But we'll see this time just who can handle things and who is going to lose control!"

Brenda was half a foot shorter than the over six foot tall Alan, and remained shorter than him despite the high fuck-me pumps she was wearing. But she stepped on the bottom rung of a coat rack next to the front door, and raised herself up so a protruding nipple nearly poked him in the face.

She could only keep her balance there for a few seconds, but Alan correctly interpreted the move, her expression, and her words as a challenge.

He looked back towards the living room, where the other females were. They were all smiling at him. He asked them, "So, is it true? Another fashion show?"

Katherine replied with a deadpan expression, "No, we just said that so Brenda would come over dressed like that. We actually plan for you to fuck her right in the living room while we all watch."

Alan looked back at Brenda.

Her mouth was hanging open and the composure and confidence she'd shown mere seconds earlier was completely gone. She stammered, but no words came out.

"Naaahhh, just kidding!" That was Katherine again. "Of course we're just having a fashion show. Isn't it cool? I just found out myself a few minutes ago. Brenda, get your bags and come over here. Let's get started." She started to walk away, but then turned to Brenda and said, "Don't worry, Alan will fuck you in front of us all later." She winked to convey that she was joking.

Brenda was still shaken, but recovered her composure somewhat. She gave Alan a wink and then sauntered further into the house, strutting her amazing body with exaggerated moves, making her giant breasts sway and jiggle in a way she knew would attract Alan's attention. She joined the other women, who all turned to face Alan as everyone stood in the living room.

Alan's eyes rarely left Brenda, since she was wearing transparent clothing and the rest were fully dressed.

Brenda felt strange to be the only one essentially naked. But it was a good strange. She felt as if she was submissive and everyone else was her superiors. She didn't have the right to wear clothes and all the others gave her orders that she had to follow to the letter. This fantasy of sorts passed through her head and then she shook it off. But she found herself powerfully aroused by it.

Alan asked, "Where's Suzanne?"

Susan replied, "I don't know. I keep trying to call her, but she doesn't answer, even though her car is out front. Amy dear, can you run over and get her? Tell her in a very private way that Brenda is here for our second fashion show. I'm sure her sex drive and competitive nature will do the rest."

Suzanne was over in minutes flat; she didn't want to miss out on any Plummer family fun.

Alan realized with some private amusement that she still walked funny despite the massage and hot bath she must have had by now.

Suzanne immediately sat down and stayed sitting to hide the fact that she'd been so thoroughly fucked.

Suzanne seemed completely unsurprised by the fashion show idea and in fact immediately took charge as if it was her idea from the start. She announced, "All right, now that we're all here, we can begin. Alan, as you can see, we're having another surprise fashion show for your benefit. Lucky bastard." But she said this with love, not malice.

Susan spoke up. "However, there's one fly in the ointment. The last fashion show went too far and almost spun out of control. So this time, no touching."

"No touching?!" Alan asked incredulously. "But that... Wait. Not even my penis? You mean, Mom, that you're not even going to stroke my... Aaah. I nearly forgot. Good for you for remembering. Now I know the real reason for the no touching rule."

Susan blushed. The others looked disappointed and confused.

Alan explained, "I told Susan and Katherine that they weren't allowed to touch my penis whatsoever for the rest of the day, due to some naughtiness they did this morning."

Amy, surprisingly, spoke up. "That may be. But why should the rest of us suffer for their crimes?"

Brenda seconded that with a "Yeah!" She was surprised and embarrassed that she said that. She reminded herself that she came here to get the best of Alan and had to keep her self-control.

Suzanne attacked the problem more logically. "Susan, don't tell me you expect Alan to watch the entire fashion show without someone stroking his cock? Think how terribly the poor boy will suffer. I for one couldn't bear it." Going for the jugular, she added theatrically, "Think of all that horrible sperm build up. Why, his balls will be positively bursting by the end of the evening!"

Susan hadn't thought that through. She replied defensively, "Well, of course I don't mean THAT. It goes without saying that Alan's iron cock needs to be stroked any time he wants it, by anyone he wants. That's what it's all about after all, to expel all that nasty but oh so delicious sperm. I guess for this one time someone other than Katherine and myself will have to be put in charge of those duties. What I meant was no touching the women on display, or things will get out of hand for sure. This is supposed to be a rest day for my Tiger, after all."

Alan protested, "But, but, the touching is the best part! I mean, look at Brenda here. She's wearing something really interesting. I don't even know what it is. Is that some kind of plastic or something? Can't I touch something like that, when there's an interesting costume?"

"Well, okay," Susan conceded. "But only touch the fabric of the costumes if you want to see what it's made out of. No skin! And Suzanne is going to be a strict enforcer of the rules, since I seem to have a track record of getting a little bit lax. This is a case in point. Not even one minute and I'm already bending the rules."

Brenda was left in charge of occupying Alan while the other four women went off to change clothes.

Alan immediately took advantage of the new rules and explored Brenda's costume. Because her ultra-thin outfit covered both her tits and pussy, he could explore both areas without violating the rules.

Brenda tried to maintain a stern, uncaring attitude but found her resolve melting from nearly the instant he started touching her. Alan tried hard to stimulate her clit, but the Saran-Wrap type covering proved an annoying hindrance. He had better luck with her nipples, since they stuck out so outrageously far to begin with.

Alan happened to be wearing loose jump suit pants instead of his usual shorts. Brenda was determined to give as good as she got and then some, so she grabbed at his penis. She quickly discovered he wasn't wearing underwear and found herself essentially holding his entire erection and his balls in her hands, with only a thin layer of cloth in between.

She was a little bit taken aback by this, but again issued her bold challenge. "Last time I was too overwhelmed by everything, but this time I'm gonna show you. So you'd better take care, buster. If I'm the one put in charge of tending to this baby, you'd better watch out."

"Show me?" he asked. "Are you going to show me your tit-mountains? Because I can already see them. And feel them." He pulled on her nipples, stretching her tits forward. Her outfit made all kinds of crinkly noises. "Or your ass? I think I've got that pretty well covered too." His hands dropped behind and grabbed the globes of her cheeks firmly. Then he brought one hand back to her front side so he could maul her tits and ass and the same time.

Brenda had to stifle a gasp. God, what is it about this kid?! Most other guys are intimidated by me and the ones who aren't are arrogant jerks with clumsy hands. But Alan! He's just grabbing me like he owns me and that's an established fact! His touch, it's driving me crazy! It's like I'm a slave at a slave auction and he's sizing up the merchandise. I'm nothing but a piece of meat! Why do I love it so?!

But then she remembered her own challenge and tried to fight back. "Two can play that game," she responded confidently, though it was mostly false confidence by this point. She pulled his drawstring loose and pushed his pants down. She wound up with both hands wrapped around Alan's engorged penis.

She began to jack him off.

But Alan said, "Wait. We haven't determined whose job that is yet." He gently but firmly took her hands away while leaving his penis exposed.

Brenda was rendered speechless. She couldn't believe Alan could have that level of self-control to turn down a handjob and probably more. But she wanted to prove that she had self-control too, so she just closed her eyes and tried not to get too excited while Alan continued to fondle her.

However, the plan didn't go too well for her. She could sense that she was already losing the battle of wills as Alan's penis swayed and bobbed temptingly in front of her. But what made it ten times worse for her resolve was the way he continued to run his hands all over her like he owned her. While one hand worked her sensitive boobs, the other cupped her pussy.

However, her cellophane-like outfit only came down about an inch or two below her pussy and it was so stiff and crinkly that Alan soon reached underneath and began fingering her pussy directly.

Had Brenda been thinking, she would have realized this was a violation of Susan's no skin touching rule and she could have called him on it. But she wasn't thinking. She was in a la la land of pure arousal. She only had a dim remembrance that she was trying to get the best of Alan. She prayed for the others to hurry up before she climaxed.

Meanwhile, the other women were still putting on their outfits. Because of the last minute rule change prohibiting skin on skin contract, there was a flurry of last minute changes to the outfits as well. The women all tried to wear items that technically covered their privates so Alan would be allowed to grope at them, but at the same time they tried to expose enough skin to entice him. See-through items were suddenly very popular.

The other four women stayed away for about five more minutes while Alan continued to play with Brenda's body. She pretty much completely caved to his touch. She stood with her legs akimbo to give his probing fingers better access. She kept both hands behind her back, too, so he could have completely unimpeded access to the rest of her body. Additionally, she found the position strangely arousing. It again heightened her feeling that she was a slave at a slave market.

Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine finally came back all wearing more revealing outfits. They also carried the dining room table into the living room - the heavy wooden table was sturdy enough for someone to stand on, so that would be the "stage." Someone also put on some music, a CD of KC and the Sunshine Band's greatest hits.

Brenda was fairly crushed that Alan stopped directly fondling her pussy as soon as the others began to return. But the lack of contact also allowed her to regain her senses. Within a minute or two, she remembered her goal of besting him sexually and she renewed her vows to be strong.

Finally, everything seemed ready (though Amy had so far failed to reappear). Suzanne announced, "Before we start, we have to resolve who gets to stroke the famous Plummer family penis. I have a novel suggestion to up the stakes. If Alan finds an outfit particularly appealing, the person who wore it gets to stroke him. If he REALLY likes the outfit, that person gets to blow him. But only until the next winner comes along." Suzanne wore a see-through nightgown. It was tempting, but nothing that could be counted as one of the official costumes.

"What if Katherine or Susan win?" Brenda asked.

"Since Alan made the punishment, he can choose to break it. If he wants to be a real hard ass, he could just never pick them."

"And who gets to hold him now, until the first winner?"

Suzanne replied, "Because of the punishment on Katherine and Susan, Amy getting ready, and Brenda already getting to have some fun with him, I suppose it falls to me." She grinned an impish grin. "Sound good, Sweetie?"

"Sounds very good," he agreed.

CHAPTER 8

Amy was the first act. A minute later, she appeared on the stage in the middle of the living room. Suzanne was already sitting next to Alan, happily stroking up and down his penis with Vaseline-covered hands.

Brenda grabbed the other prized spot on the couch next to Alan. She hoped that would help the odds of her replacing Suzanne next. She knew that if she was going to get the best of Alan, she'd have to make him cum.

Amy wore a black latex dominatrix outfit. This particular outfit left Amy's ass and pussy bare, but her tits (barely) covered. She wore black boots that went up to mid-thigh, and black gloves that went half way up her upper arm. There was a thick collar around the neck with a ring in front where a chain could be attached.

As each woman did that evening, Amy got on the "stage" (really just the dining room table moved to the living room) and showed herself off. Masturbating, fondling, and contorting one's body into dramatic positions was highly encouraged.

Alan was impressed. Amy is really learning how to flaunt herself. She's a quick learner. Her face looks so much more sultry and experienced than it ever did before. Is that just because I fucked her last night? Or is it because she's being more honest now and not pretending to be so clueless?

Picking up from where the last fashion show left off, talking was highly encouraged too. Amy gave a running dialogue of just how she was feeling, as all the women would do when it was their turn on the stage.

Amy's vocals were much more sultry and serious than the "gosh" and "wow" dialogue she normally spoke in. She sat up on her knees and ran her hands all over her body. "Alan, I feel sooo horny. You made me into a woman last night. A real woman. You popped my cherry. Now I want to thank you. I want to make you feel good. So good." Now she focused her hands on her open, shaved pussy. "I want you to fuck me again. Fuck me hard! Stuff your fat thing right up my tight hole and make me scream. I just love to scream your name, Alan. My boyfriend! Fuck your official girlfriend first and then fuck my mother. Then fuck us both together! I know you'd like that."

Amy winked at Suzanne knowingly.

Suzanne's mouth dropped open in surprise. She wasn't used to seeing Amy like this, but she didn't say or do anything. She just thought as she pumped on Alan's prick, I have to have that talk with Amy soon. I need to straighten her out on some things. I have my limits in pleasing Alan. I am NOT going to writhe around all over my own daughter while the two of us suck and fuck him at the same time. No way. That is such a slippery slope to incest, especially with Amy looking so fuckable and me so horny for women lately. Too dangerous! I can't even believe I just called her fuckable!

Amy turned around and bent over so her ass hung high in the air. "Fuck me up the ass! You think my cunt is tight? Try my ass. It's even tighter! I don't even know if you'll fit your fat cock monster in there. It's quivering, just waiting to be poked by you. You think my mother's hands on your penis feel good right now? That's nothing compared to how good you'll feel when you give it to me up my back door. You're a sex machine, Alan. I know it. I want it. I've got to have it. You're the only one I could ever want, so give it to me. Up the ass!"

Suddenly she turned around and pulled the black latex off of her tits. "Or fuck my tits. Do you want them? I give them to you. I give my whole body to you. My body is yours now. Do anything you want to me, anytime. Anywhere. Fuck me in class! Fuck me right in the middle of school, up the ass. I'll dress like this to school tomorrow, and so will Katherine. Everyone needs to know that all our holes are open for you, any time! Then you can fuck us both in front of the whole school. Fuck the whole cheerleader team, one after another, right in front of everyone! Everyone in school needs to know that you control the whole cheerleading squad with your excellent fucking. Everyone has to know what a great fucker you are! Fuck the team one by one in front of a school assembly!"

Susan, Suzanne, and Brenda thought Amy was just feeding Alan's fantasies. Little did they realize Alan really was fucking every member of the cheerleading squad. They, and Katherine, also frequently imagined Amy's words were directed at them instead of Alan. Each woman imagined that Amy was offering her body exclusively to her. Each of them, including Suzanne, imagined have sex with Amy, though Suzanne consciously denied admitting what was making her so aroused. Brenda and Susan had big issues with lesbianism in theory, but in the moment those reservations were forgotten. Amy was carrying the day and blowing everyone away with her raw sexuality.

Amy, still on her knees, suddenly leaned far back, arching her back until her head touched the floor behind her. "Or you can fuck my mouth. Sit on my face and fuck my mouth just like it's another pussy. Do it here, do it in school, do it anywhere! Do it in me. Do it on me. Do it all over me! Let me deep throat you. Make the back of my throat a second cunt..."

Once she got started like this, Amy had no intention of stopping until she got thoroughly fucked. Nor did any of the other women during their turns. So Suzanne took on the additional responsibility of keeping time and limiting each woman to five minutes on stage. Actually, sometimes it turned out to be less than five minutes, because sometimes whoever the "cock tender" was would call time out if Alan got too close to a climax. But that would rarely happen because the five minutes spent changing would usually leave Alan alone long enough for him to calm down so he could get excited all over again.

When time was finally called on Amy, she got down off the stage and went a few feet forward until she rubbed right up against Alan.

Now was his time to "inspect the uniform." Since the uniform covered part of her tits, it was "legal" for him to touch her there, and he spent most of his attention on her twin peaks. But from the very beginning, the no touching skin rule was very loosely enforced, and he did cup her pussy and ass a little bit when Susan wasn't looking.

All the while, Suzanne continued to stroke his penis.

Alan said to his girlfriend, "Wow, Amy, you really surprised me. I could hardly even recognize your voice. It's so low and sensual."

She was back in her usual voice now. "Cool! I've been practicing that voice, like they do on TV. I want to sound more husky and sensual like Mom does, not all squeaky. And the past couple hours I've been thinking of what I would say. I just hope I have something else to say in the next rounds. It's scary! But it's fun."

"Don't worry, you did great. And I'm sure you'll do even better as the evening goes on. Amy, you did so good, I think you win the full blowjob award."

"Goody!" She got on her knees before him in a flash and threw off the rest of her costume.

Susan complained, "I don't know, Son. You're probably almost ready to blow after that performance."

"No, I'm still good, Mom. Don't worry. And you have to admit Amy deserves a special reward for increasing her fuckability so much. Hasn't she transformed from Miss Innocent to a total sex pot?"

"Well, okay. But let's keep it to a minute before the break. And good job, Amy."

Amy commented to the others as she held Alan's penis in her hands, "Actually, it's not half as hard as I thought to say sexy stuff, 'cos it's all so true. I really, really want Alan to fuck me so bad. All I have to do is speak my mind." She began to lick the tip of his penis. "Gosh, it's so good!" Then she swallowed his penis head and attacked it like she absolutely had to get him off before her one allotted minute ended.

Alan thought to himself, I've always considered Amy passive. Always ready to go with the flow, but not an initiator. But now I'm learning she has very strong desires. There's a lot more to her than I've ever figured.

Brenda already found herself ruing that she was sitting next to Alan. She felt so close, yet still so far. She longed for her turn to come around so she could wow Alan and leave him breathless.

CHAPTER 9

Suzanne announced that Katherine had the next turn.

Katherine had picked an outfit that held her boobs up and out, since she was continually worried that her boobs were too small compared to the others in the group. She held her arms underneath her rack to push them out even further. The outfit also showed her ass off to nice effect. The skirt was a wiry, transparent thing that stood stiffly away from her body, concealing next to nothing.

She put on a very spirited performance. In a way, it was a bit like an exercise video because she stretched and preened in every direction. Her banter was similar to Amy's except that she tended to get even more carried away with fantasies and role-playing.

After hearing Amy beg to be fucked for five minutes and then Katherine beg the same for another five, Alan was ready to fuck anything and everything. The fact that Amy jacked him off all during Katherine's display brought his sexual heat even closer to boil. But he held back from cumming because he wanted the evening to go on a long time.

He noted in passing that his earlier penis soreness troubles seemed to have been banished. And there was no way he could fail to get hard with so many sexy women in full tease and temptation mode all around him.

Susan was up next. The only difference between her and the two previous performances was that her talk focused entirely on cocksucking instead of fucking.

Neither she nor her daughter won even the right to stroke his penis due to their earlier punishment, so Amy kept going with her handjob, though she took a break between each performance so Alan could cool off.

Then it was Suzanne's turn. She didn't have to say or do anything special; the mere fact that she was her usual Suzanne self seemed to raise the heat in the room. She could make reading names from a phone book seem like irresistible foreplay. In fact, she was so sexy on stage that she actually felt the need to temper down her performance so Alan wouldn't cum too soon. She easily won the handjob prize and took her daughter's seat next to Alan.

Then Brenda went up. She was very nervous, knowing that a successful performance could put her hands or mouth on the penis she'd been sitting next to and practically salivating over. Because she was a relative stranger, she felt too shy to articulate her thoughts. She didn't know where she stood. So she was mostly quiet and just let her extraordinary body do all the talking.

But that wasn't enough by the Plummer house's high standards. Alan passed her over for what they now called the "cock tender" position. She was incredulous and annoyed. She was so used to men falling all over themselves from the size of her boobs alone that she had trouble adjusting when her boobs weren't all that extraordinary compared to the likes of Susan's. She resolved to do better next time so she could get Alan to worship her like other men did. She vowed to keep a closer eye on what the other women were doing so she could learn from their moves.

And then it began all over again, with Amy going back on stage. Everyone got more and more horny. Lots of alcohol helped drive all the women into higher and higher levels of arousal as the evening went on.

Alan abstained though. He figured nothing could make him feel better than he already was, with a selection of just about the five most beautiful females he'd ever seen to pleasure him whenever he wanted.

Amy, Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne went one after another, each one about as arousing as can be. All of them were fantastic, but again Alan denied Katherine and Susan any reward because of their punishment, though his resolve was most definitely weakening. Again, Amy and Suzanne won cock tending duties after their performances.

Then came Brenda's second turn. She was determined to take Alan's penis from Suzanne and Amy's "lock" on it. She decided the key was to talk sexily, and she knew one thing that turned on Alan greatly just as it turned her on: mother-son incest. So she began telling in exquisite detail all the things she wanted to do with her own son, Adrian. She figured that Alan would make the easy leap to imagining of her as Susan and Adrian as himself. That worked, and in fact, it had the accidental side effect of making Susan horny beyond all comprehension.

Brenda said things like, "And to think, I used to think that incest was all wrong. Now I know that Mommy love is the very best kind. I'm going to have to go home tonight and show Adrian all the things I want to do with you. Tonight I'm going to have my son push his hard cock into my defenseless and needy vagina for the very first time. The only thing is, Adrian isn't a sex stud like you are, Alan. I'm just going to have to fuck him and pretend that I'm your Mommy instead. I need to fuck a real man! Fuck me! Fuck Mommy!"

Susan had already been writhing around on the couch like she was having an epileptic seizure. But these words were so exciting for her that she screamed and came on the spot.

Then the others chuckled at Susan's efforts to act casual afterwards. She didn't want Alan to know how much she wanted to have her pussy pummeled, but she wasn't fooling anyone.

It was a testament to Alan's self-control that he managed not to cum at the same time Susan did, but he knew he couldn't last much longer. He called Brenda over and said, "Great job! Come here and take my cum."

But rather than a handjob or even a blowjob, it seemed only appropriate to have a titfuck, since this was the F-cup sized Brenda. Without speaking, he inserted his penis in Brenda's deep valley. She didn't have time to remove her bra-shaped top, but luckily it showed so much cleavage that it didn't impede him.

Brenda continued to see things in terms of a battle of wills between herself and Alan. She tried to act stern, like she was in control, but it was mostly an act. In reality, she was amazed how Alan drew her in and used her tits without even asking. It made her feel slutty and used, yet she loved it.

His erection was pulsing and straining so hard that it was all over after only a few strokes.

But what blew her away, in more ways than one, was when he shot his cum on her face. Again, she was flabbergasted that he just went ahead and did it without warning. It wasn't even worth comment after it was over. She didn't know why, but somehow being treated like that caused her to have a great orgasm of her own.

Even as Alan's semen continued to spurt onto her nose and cheeks, she found herself wailing and jiggling and heaving with pure lust. All of her talk about incestuous sex took her to an even higher level. She was nearly delirious.

No one was immune to the surge of arousal. Everyone in the room came at the same time in one extremely loud scream-fest.

After it was over, Brenda thought, This is crazy! It's such a struggle to get him to even look my way. And then he uses my tits and face like some kind of worthless cum dump. Why do I obey? Why do I love it so much?! True, I've had some wild fantasies about being spanked and used, but this is real life! I can't even look at him any more; it's like he's radiating power and control. I feel weak in the knees. I just want to rush up to him and say, "Thank you kind sir, thank you for choosing my boobs to dump your cum." What's wrong with me?! This isn't right. HE'S supposed to be the one to stammer and flutter when he's near me!

Alan kicked back on the couch and joked, "That's what I call a moving performance. Not a dry seat in the house. But I'm going to need a break before Alan Junior here can enjoy the rest of the show. Why don't we take a ten minute break? Mom, can you get some snacks and more drinks?"

So the group took a much-needed snack break.

Suzanne immediately grabbed daughter Amy and calling her by her affectionate nickname, said, "Honey Pie, can we talk alone for a minute?"

Amy naturally replied, "M'kay."

The two of them went to the back patio and closed the sliding door behind them. The fact that they were both dressed scandalously in half-naked outfits while standing outside barely even registered with either of them.

Standing next to the pool, Suzanne looked into her daughter's face intently and struggled for something to say. Finally she started with, "Honey Pie, you realize that you and I are being put into some pretty sexual situations together lately."

"Yep! Isn't it great?"

"Well, yeah, of course. But I'm specifically speaking of you and me together, not one of us with Alan. It's just a matter of time until you and I are going to be put into some kind of compromising situation. For instance, Alan might ask the two of us to blow him off at the same time. Or maybe he'll even want to fuck us together."

"Oooh! Good idea! Why don't we ask him if he wants to do that tomorrow?"

"Aaaaamy! You're not getting it! My point is we should NOT do that. You're my daughter. My REAL daughter. Since both of us are obviously into women as well as men, I'm afraid that if we get together, we'll end up doing things with each other. Sexual things."

Amy blinked several times. "And that would be bad?"

"YES! Very bad! Incest! Remember that Alan and Katherine are adopted. We're the only ones in this group dealing with real incest. I want you to promise me that you'll agree not to get into any potentially incestuous situation with me."

"Like, what could be so bad?"

"News travels fast in our little group. I'm sure you've heard how Katherine and Susan shared a blowjob earlier."

"Yeah? That sounds awesome!"

"But Honey Pie. It's not. You and I, naked together, our tongues nearly touching... It's bad. Trust me on this. Promise me you'll make sure that kind of thing won't happen."

"Mom, I can't promise that. That would ruin all the fun. I mean, don't you want there to be a big group orgy? How can we do that if you're all uptight about this? Anyway, what about Brenda? She has a son and she's all in favor of fucking him. So how can that be bad?"

"Amy, I'm shocked. You always agree to whatever I ask of you. What's gotten into you?"

"Alan's penis last night, for one thing." Amy giggled. "Come on, Mom. I'm an adult now. It's not like you and I can have babies! I love you and want to love you in a physical way too. Are you saying you're not attracted to me? I'm hurt." She pouted.

Suzanne was very flustered. "No. That's not it. Of course I'm attracted to you. I'm so proud of what a beautiful, wonderful lady you've become. But sometimes we can't act on our feelings." Suzanne's eyes started to tear up as she thought about her love for Amy and how quickly Amy had grown up. She mourned the loss of the little girl she once knew. But she wasn't the crying type, and fought off the feeling before it gained hold.

"You know, Mom. I'm not a little girl. I may not be all super-scheme-y like you, but I can still see things. I can see how you're trying to find a place by Alan's side. And so you're having some uncomfortable competition with Susan. You don't mean to hurt her, but you also don't want to lose Alan to her."

Suzanne just blinked. She was surprised. She knew Amy extremely well and objectively knew what Amy was capable of, but nonetheless her overall image of her daughter was slow to change. She quietly said, "Yes?"

Amy started chewing on a celery stick that came from a snack bowl in the living room. "The way I see it," she said casually while chewing, "Alan and Susan have the incest thing, which is really powerful. Look what happened when Brenda started going off on it a couple of minutes ago. Instant super climax for everybody! We're not family with him, like Katherine and Susan. But we're family with each other. We could use that to our advantage to even things up a bit. Like, have Alan fuck a mother and daughter at the same time. It would totally turn him on. Totally! You need every advantage." She kept chewing on the celery.

Suzanne smiled. "Amy! You sneaky... Pestridge. Heh! You're just like your mother. You're having the same issue with Katherine as I'm having with Susan, aren't you? Trying to one up her? I thought you were completely accepting of everything."

"I am, and you know I love her like a sister. But that doesn't mean I don't want to get more attention sometimes. As long as Alan puts me in the inner group, I'm cool. I had to be clever to get where I am. But I kind of feel on the edge of the group, still."

Suzanne stroked Amy's hair adoringly. "Don't worry, Honey Pie. You're in the inner group. Don't forget you're his official girlfriend now. I'll try to look out for you, too, okay? You're right that we should work together. But I can't be with you physically in any kind of amorous way. Can you understand that? And accept it?"

Amy pondered. "Hmm. I'll try. But I really think you should change your mind. We'll both miss out on such fun stuff! Not to mention, we'll fall behind the Plummer mother daughter team, too. Can you think about that, too?"

Suzanne agreed. "Okay, I will, but only if you think about what I want. Incest with an adopted family member or step-relative is one thing, but real incest is something else."

Amy replied, "M'kay. But shouldn't everyone be able to love everyone else? Isn't that the best? Don't we all love each other? Doesn't it feel right it we all love each other unconditionally?"

Suzanne didn't answer those questions; she just waved Amy away so she could think. My daughter is so frustratingly incorrigible. But her ideas about love are so endearing, too. I don't really want to change that. And she can be so sneaky. She made some good points. I need every edge I can get, and trying to stop Amy and me from doing anything physical is such an uphill fight. But it's just not right!

CHAPTER 10

The fashion show resumed. The third round brought out Alan's favorite outfit of the evening. Ironically, it wasn't a new purchase at all. Susan came out for her turn dressed in Katherine's cheerleader outfit. Since both mother and daughter were nearly six feet tall, the uniform fit Susan almost perfectly.

She burst into the room, leaping about and waving her pom-poms in a great parody/imitation of the moves she'd often seen Katherine do.

Alan and the rest burst into laughter. Susan had pulled the top up over her chest, though, so her tits bounced wildly. She also didn't have any underwear on, and it seemed just about every move she made caused the skirt to rise up and expose her pussy or ass.

It was Katherine's turn to stroke Alan since she'd won most recently (Susan and Katherine's no touching punishment had been finally forgotten), so Susan focused her cheers on that. "Go, Angel, go!" Susan jumped and shook her pom-poms. "Who's going to suck that penis? Angel! Suck, suck, suck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stroke, stroke, stroke!" She thrust both pom-poms in a different direction with each repetitive word.

"Stroke that penis, Angel, stroke it good! Stroke that cum-filled boy, stroke his wood! Gooooooo Angel! Gooooooo Angel! Suck his cock, suck your brother! Suck his cock or let your mother! Gooooooo Angel! Gooooooo Angel!"

Susan crouched down low, and with one last, especially prolonged, "Gooooooooooo Angel!" jumped high into the air.

She came crashing down onto the table and from there moved into a splits position that placed her wide open pussy right before Alan's eyes. This final flourish wasn't done nearly as deftly as a real cheerleader would have done it - she even had to adjust her skirt when she was all done to give Alan a clear shot of her beaver - but she made up for that with her obvious enthusiasm and effort.

Everyone clapped except for Katherine, who took Susan's encouragement literally and switched to simultaneously sucking the top of Alan's penis while jacking off the rest.

Alan was aroused, but equally amused. He never imagined he would see his mother prancing around like a sixteen year old high school student and he laughed out loud during her entire routine, especially at the absurdity of cheering on a cocksucking.

Man, I thought things were surreal before, but this takes the cake. The complete cake. There's no way this is real. It's so completely bizarre! We've definitely crossed into the Twilight Zone tonight with this whole fashion show thing.

My mom is growing more hip and funny every day. She has developed such a sense of humor. I feel like I'm going to wake up from a very long dream at any moment and find the old mom covered from head to toe with her bows and thick blouses...

As Susan came over to stand before him for the now traditional outfit inspection, Alan commented to the group, "You're all diabolical, do you realize that? Evil and diabolical. I love it. Whose brilliant idea was this costume?"

He initially caressed Susan's ass through the skirt, but he didn't stick with the rule to touch only the outfit and not direct skin. Since it was his mother, he knew she wouldn't exactly complain when he attacked her exposed tits and explored underneath the skirt.

Susan proudly replied as her son ran a hand through her bush, "It was my idea. Your mommy does nothing all day but think of new ways to make you hard." Interrupting herself, she noticed Katherine's head bobbing up and down in Alan's lap, and playfully hit her daughter's head with a pom-pom. Katherine had won the "cock tender" position just a few minutes earlier, but she hadn't won blowjob privileges.

Susan complained, "Angel! Stop that right now or you're going to make Alan cum too much tonight. This is his day of rest, remember?"

Katherine sat up and returned to merely lightly stroking her brother's rampant hard-on. But she complained, "Mom, no fair. You stole my cheerleader look. It's hard enough to compete with you as it is, and now he totally loves this, too."

Alan interjected, even as his fingers under the cheerleader skirt found their way into Susan's pussy in a G-spot search, "Sis, I love you in the cheerleader outfit too. It's just that a reversal of roles can be especially arousing. If you try acting and looking like Mom it'll be the same effect. For instance, some morning you could surprise me by cooking breakfast in Mom's erotic apron. If you did that, I just might have to give you the assfucking of your life."

That made Katherine feel much better, and she resolved to follow his exact suggestion very soon. Alan then commented to Susan, "And I gotta say, Mom, impressive vertical clearance, too! Michael Jordan's got nothing on you." Everyone laughed good-naturedly at that, as they did throughout Susan's entire cheerleading performance.

Alan's fingers in Susan's pussy caused Susan to buckle over and fall to her knees a minute later as she had yet another climax.

Suzanne, however, liked to keep order and liked to keep activities going once they got started. So she shooed all the women but Susan (the current "cock tender") out of the room so they could help each other change into new outfits.

As the third round came to an end, Brenda's turn came up again. She walked onto the stage in an outfit that a dominatrix would wear. She was nothing if not persistent, and still wanted to get Alan to eat out of her hand instead of the other way around. She thought a dominating look might cue her of her strange urge to fall on her knees and beg to serve him.

Her outfit was even more over the top than the first two outfits she wore. Her black leather left her vital parts exposed, especially her huge tits. She rakishly wore long gloves and boots on just one side of her body. But what was really outrageous was that she wore handcuffs on one wrist, and a chain between her ankles, limiting how widely she could stride. None of the others had ever seen real handcuffs and chains being worn before.

As Brenda crawled up on the table, Suzanne spoke up. "Brenda, before you start, I'm curious. Are you supposed to be the dominant one or the submissive one? We don't know anything about this S and M stuff."

"I'm supposed to be the dominatrix!" Brenda said as she stood up and whipped an imaginary whip through the air. She frowned and tried to look tough.

"So why the ankle chains? Isn't that a submissive thing?"

"I don't know," Brenda replied honestly and a bit sheepishly. "It was just something I bought today and wanted to show off. Actually, I've never worn anything like this before."

Katherine asked, "What, you mean with all these outfits, you've never done anything like that? Your ankles are chained together, for crying out loud. Have you ever been spanked?"

Brenda shyly shook her head no. She thought, Uh-oh, this isn't working. They can see right through me. There's just no way to beat Alan. I have a feeling that soon this mere teenaged kid is going to be plowing my ass while I beg for more, and there's nothing I can do to stop it! Look at his big dick and how everyone takes turns stroking it. God, I just want to fall to my knees and-

She was interrupted when Suzanne playfully added, "I think our dominatrix here needs some practical training. What if we gave you a spanking, Brenda? How would you like if Mommy gives you a spanking for being so naughty?"

Suzanne was just kidding, as everyone was making running commentary on everyone else's performances by now, but the effect on Brenda was something extraordinary. Her body staggered about as if a jolt of electricity shot through her. And when Suzanne said "Mommy" it was like a second, even more powerful shock hit Brenda. Her eyes went wide and she nearly fell to the floor.

"Whoa!" Suzanne said in surprise. "It looks like someone here really likes the idea of a spanking. What if one of us gives you a spanking? Would you like that?"

"No, I've never... Not since I was a kid... It would be so..." Brenda collapsed onto the stage, apparently overwhelmed by the idea. "Anyways, I have to do my act. For Alan. I have to..." Brenda's shoulders and knees were now on the floor. She stuck her ass up into the air, and pulled back her tiny leather skirt to expose her ass. Her wiggling ass looked like it was dying for a good spanking.

Katherine commented, "I think it would be more entertaining for us all if your act consisted of a spanking this time. Alan could give it to you. What do you think, Big 18 Wheeler Brother?"

"Hmm. I'm not really into that kind of thing," Alan replied, while he mused if an 18 wheel truck could qualify as a phallic object. "But Brenda looks like she really wants it. Needs it, even."

"No! No, you're wrong," Brenda said adamantly, but even as she said this, she spread her legs wider until the ankle chain stopped her, making her ass that much more of a tempting target. The fact was, the fashion show had slowly worn down her defenses, and she was on the verge of completely losing all self-control.

"I think that's a yes," Amy noted, giggling.

Brenda thought, Good God! I'm a goner! Alan's discovered my secret fetish! They all have! Forget trying to best him, if Alan spanks me I'm going to be a slave to his cock forever! Oh, why did I come here tonight?! I secretly knew this would happen! It's so humiliating!

Alan looked at Susan. She was focusing on sucking his penis, and wasn't paying much attention to Brenda. He said to her, "Sorry, Mom, but I've gotta get up for a minute."

Susan let the penis pop out of her mouth with a crestfallen face. "Okay, Tiger, but please come back quickly. Mommy's not happy unless she has Tiger's stiffy in her hands or mouth."

Alan turned his attention to Brenda. Just one casually uttered word turned her world upside down again. "Strip."

"YES!" Brenda yelled far too loudly. She shed her dominatrix outfit as fast as her hands could manage.

Alan had been dimly aware that Brenda thought she was in some kind of domination competition with him all evening, though he couldn't quite figure out what she was trying to do. He was astute enough to realize that this spanking could put an end to her antics if he played it right. So, to maximize her humiliation, he moved from the couch to a chair and then said, "Come here, Brenda. Sit in my lap. You're been a bad little girl."

Brenda was so aroused by that, she actually felt woozy. Her face was burning with embarrassment as she bent over his lap, but she loved it.

Alan hadn't been too sure about the whole spanking idea at first, but seeing Brenda so excited, he started to get quite excited as well. The "bad Alan" started to surge up within him. "I'm going to give you a spanking now, Brenda. You've been very bad. Very naughty."

Brenda appeared to be crying. Her whole body stiffened as she braced herself for a hard smack. "Yes, I've been very naughty," she agreed, the abject shame clear in her voice.

Alan couldn't understand why she was crying or so readily agreeing that she had to be punished, but he stopped thinking about it and just gave her a solid smack on her butt.

"Ow!" She wailed "YES!" Alan had to hold her and pull her up from falling the rest of the way to the floor, as an incredibly intense orgasm coursed through her. Her body was suddenly a moving target as she writhed around, but Alan was nonetheless able to thrust two fingers into her pussy. That drove her even wilder. She let out a high pitched squeal. Her legs kicked in every direction as she remained lying helpless across Alan's lap.

With one hand playing with her pussy, he raised his other hand up high and brought it crashing down for an even harder slap on her bare ass cheeks.

Brenda screamed even louder, if such a thing was possible. Then, suddenly, the scream stopped because she passed out. Her body continued to twitch and throb.

A few awkward moments passed as Alan tried to figure out what to do.

Katherine giggled, and joked, "I think you killed her, Bro."

But just after she said that, Brenda started to revive.

It appeared that as soon as Brenda awoke and recalled her situation, the thoughts were too exciting for her to take, because her body immediately resumed flailing about on Alan as if she was being electrocuted. Then she broke into yet another round of orgasms.

Alan just left her alone this time, thinking out loud, "That is ooooone sensitive woman!" He was almost afraid to touch her any further. He was disappointed because he found he was really getting off on giving her the spanking.

When the five minute buzzer went off, signaling the end of Brenda's performance time, she was still bucking wildly in the throes of orgasm. No one was trying to stimulate her or even touch her, but she was lost in her own little world of ecstatic happiness. Two women had to help carry her off of Alan's lap They deposited her on a nearby sofa.

CHAPTER 11

Alan wanted to give Brenda the blowjob award for such a unique and inspiring performance, but clearly she was too far gone to perform it. So the fashion show went on without her.

There was another ten minute break for snacks after Brenda's spanking, mostly so Brenda could recover.

Then they went through another round. Brenda was still so shaken and out of control that when it came to her next turn, she could do little more than get up on stage and steadily drool cum of out her pussy. Her body periodically shook, indicating new, small climaxes hitting her.

But slowly she began to calm down and regain her senses. By the end of her five minute time slot, she even managed to dance around a little bit. She was rewarded with her first handjob duties of the evening.

Then Amy was the next one up, to start the fifth round. She wore a cat costume. A leopard skin design covered what little cloth there was. There was some fabric around the waist, but it failed to cover the ass, pussy, or tits. A pair of cat ears made Amy look cute and sexy at the same time.

But what all the women really loved about the outfit was the cat tail. It came straight out of Amy's ass crack. There was in fact an anal dildo attached to one end of the tail, and the dildo was the only way the tail stayed on.

By this point in the evening, Amy was so sloshed from alcohol and so sexually aroused that she had no problem getting into the cat role. She naturally crawled around on all fours, and referred to herself as "the pussy."

As the evening went on the performances were becoming more interactive, so she didn't even go up on the stage. Instead, she crawled from female to female, asking them to "pet the pussy." They generally reached between her legs and did just that, as well as petting her ass, tits, and everywhere else. Brenda in particular was fascinated by Amy's smooth and bare crotch, and stroked it whenever Amy was near.

Amy took turns licking all of their toes while many hands ran all over her. Suzanne however restrained herself from touching Amy, because of her incest concerns. Yet Suzanne found it tough not to. Only her strong willpower kept her from having a Brenda-like orgasmic break down.

Finally, Amy reached Alan. It happened to be Katherine's turn to stroke his penis. A still frazzled, sweaty, and exhausted Brenda sat on the other side of him, cuddling up to him like he was a life preserver.

"Your pet is here, Alan," Amy said as she started in on licking his toes. She knew her big ass was one of her best assets, so she stuck it as high up towards him as she could. "I'm a pussy for you. Your pet. Meeeeeeow! I'm a human pussy! What are you going to do with this pussy in front of you? Are you going to stroke it? It loves to be stroked. Meow, meow. Or are you going to fuck it! It looooooves to be fucked! But you're the only master of this pet. Only you can fuck her. So fuck her! Fuck her good. Pleeeeaaassseee!"

Amy looked up at him with hungry eyes, but then bent back down towards his toes.

Amy said "please" so imploringly and desperately that Alan felt the need to respond. "Sorry, I can't. You know the rules. But don't worry. Master loves his pet. I'll fuck you again soon."

Amy continued to lick his toes for some more moments, something he found surprisingly arousing. Finally she looked up with a sparkle in her eyes, and said, "Oh, Alan! This pet loves her master too. She'll remember your promise, because she loves to be fucked. She's going to be fucked soon. By her master!"

Brenda, by the way, was being powerfully affected by Amy's performance. She thought, Master! That's the word. Master! Yes! That's what I need to be doing, licking his feet, begging to be fucked! I've fallen through the rabbit hole tonight and I'll never be the same because I have a master now! I need a man, a powerful man, a man who knows how to take control! Clearly Alan knows what I need. Just look at everyone, cumming and cumming, over and over! So beautiful, everyone so beautiful! Amy, if only I could be in your place this very instant!

Amy raised her head up so it was near Alan's crotch. She ostentatiously licked her lips with her tongue at the sight of his penis being stroked. "Oh yes Master, stroke me! Touch me. Feel this pussy's pussy. Yes! I've gotta have your touch. Yes!"

Alan put one hand on her ass and the other on her shaved pussy. After further begging, he shoved his fingers up inside. Generally she licked her way up his legs when she wasn't begging. But it was all too much for him. He said, "Quick Amy, come get your reward. That's a good pet. Get your prize."

Amy was having a sexual breakthrough evening. She almost always won the blowjob award, while the other women won it only rarely.

Brenda, meanwhile, groaned loudly with insatiable desire for the teenaged boy who had rather unwittingly rocked her world. Phrases like "That's a good pet" nearly made her hyperventilate.

Alan stood up, partly to make himself accessible to Amy's mouth, and partly to shake Katherine's hands from his penis.

Amy looked up and briefly panted with her tongue hanging out, more like a dog than a cat. But she was certainly playing the role of a faithful pet in any case. Then she put her mouth over his penis and took him very deep.

Almost immediately, Alan shot his load far into her mouth and down her throat.

She was nearly deep throating him, but not quite. She swallowed it all, without any gagging.

Brenda wanted in on the action and since she sat next to Alan she was able to reach forward and fondle Amy's ass while lovingly stroking Alan's arm with her other hand.

Between the penis in her mouth and Brenda's fervent caresses, Amy had an amazing orgasm.

Alan too was so overwhelmed that he briefly lost consciousness.

After blanking for a few seconds, he slowly came to, and eventually looked around him. Everyone's orgasms were done by now. Amy was still between his legs, looking up at him. She was panting with her tongue hanging out and a stupid expression on her face, just like a dumb but loyal dog (though he knew know that she was anything but dumb). She'd taken his penis so deep that there was no cum on her face.

He was suddenly struck by her remarkable body. Man, that outfit really pushes her boobs out. That puts her in the Suzanne-Susan zone, if not Brenda-esque, even. Has she been having a growth spurt lately? I think she has, just in the past few weeks. It would be just my luck - everything is going my way lately. And that ass. What wonderful big ass!

Both Brenda and Katherine, sitting on either side of Alan, were patting Amy's head and stroking her long hair, just as if she was a pet.

Brenda even said as she petted, "Good pet. Good pet. You get an extra biscuit for making master so happy. Do you like that, getting an extra biscuit?" Her eyes were wild; she looked like she'd partially lost her mind.

Amy wagged her tongue and nodded her head up and down like she was a housebroken, trained pet. She made more meowing noises.

Katherine looked at Alan gawking in amazement and tried to push him a little bit further. She said, "Look. Our lover is awake again. How do you thank him for all of that wonderful cum he just gave you?" She happened to glance at Brenda with a similar dazed gaze and said, "Wait. Just a sec. Brenda, why don't you field that question? How should Amy thank Alan for allowing her to suck all that sweet cum out?"

Brenda was confused as to what to say. But she thought on her feet. What does Alan want? Master, I mean. What does MASTER want? Why, I'm sure he wants complete obedience from his women. From US! Can I be so bold as to include myself in that group? God, the thought's making me gush and tingle all over again! She said, "Amy, show him how excited cocksucking gets you. Show him how ready ALL of your holes are to be filled, anytime."

Amy considered that for some moments. Then she got up and bent over at an obscene angle, putting her ass on display. Most importantly, she wanted to show how much pussy juice dripped down onto her striped stockings. "Gosh, I don't know. Is this what you mean?"

From Amy's high heels to her "tail" still sticking out of her asshole, the sight was simply too much for Alan to handle. He was newly flaccid, but somehow felt he would accidentally shoot his load just the same.

He felt literally woosy from the vision of Amy's big naked butt, with Brenda and Katherine flanking on either side. The sheer sexuality and power of the situation was putting him on the verge of passing out again. He needed to drink something or close his eyes. Knowing that Amy waited for a response, it was all he could do to mutter, "Good, Aims. Very good."

Alan was relieved as anyone when Susan announced a minute later that that was the end of the fashion show, because he simply couldn't take any more stimulation. It was more than he could handle, both mentally and physically.

He kissed Amy, Suzanne, and Brenda long good-byes and staggered off to take a cold shower.

As he made his way up the stairs, he thought, That was great, but tomorrow I'm going to pay. I didn't do a lick of homework all weekend, and I've got important tests tomorrow! I'm fucked. I was supposed to study right when the fashion show started, but how could I possibly turn that down? But this school week is going to be brutal with work. Dang.

Things kind of got out of control today, between the way everyone is practically worshipping the ground I walk on and the way they're all calling themselves bitches and whores and God knows what else. That's not right. It's fun to play games for a little while, like when Amy pretending that she was a pet and I was her master, but I wouldn't want her to act like that on a permanent basis! No way! I should have said something to make my feelings clear to everyone, but I'm such a wimp. Tomorrow. I'll have more resolve tomorrow. Today is all over. What a weekend!

However, the other women weren't done. Having a group like this break up and go home was no easy task, now that there were so many "greeting" rituals to observe. The other women were all especially keen to make sure Brenda had her proper good-byes.

Suzanne watched with amusement as Brenda put on her clothes to leave, including her overcoat. Then she ordered Brenda to strip naked.

Brenda reluctantly did so, even as she sputtered, "But, you know, I don't like this lesbian stuff."

"You don't have to enjoy the kiss then," Suzanne replied. "I know I will, though." Suzanne leaned in and forcibly kissed Brenda on the mouth.

Suzanne, as well as Susan, had a chance to kiss Brenda on Wednesday. But this was the first time Suzanne had full, unimpeded access to Brenda's naked body, and she made full use of that fact. She groped at Brenda's tits with both hands for many long minutes. Meanwhile, they kissed as well. ,

Although Brenda protested at first, in fact she was so horny that she kissed back with a passion.

Susan and Katherine took the time to have their own good-bye kiss with each other. Amy grew bored waiting for her turn to kiss Brenda and fondled Brenda's ass to pass the time.

When Suzanne was finally done with Brenda, she pulled away, still groping her tits, and said, "Amy may have been the pet tonight, but you're the one who's been broken. That one spanking Alan gave you broke your resistance, and now you'll do anything we say, won't you?"

Brenda mutely nodded yes. Then she blurted out, "Shit, is it that obvious?"

Suzanne replied, "It is. It doesn't take an expert judge of character to see that something snapped inside of you tonight. But don't worry, you're in good hands with us."

Brenda made a loud moan that was a combination of defeat and great lust.

Amy was now sitting behind Brenda, and had a finger plunging in and out of her anus. Suzanne still pulled at Brenda's tits.

Admitting her subservience seemed to excite Brenda further, and she had yet another orgasm as she stood. She realized her attempt to get the best of Alan had been a complete and utter failure, but defeat never felt so good. She loved everything that happened so much that she was already dreading having to leave.

Suzanne then passed Brenda off to Katherine, and went to find someone else to kiss. And so it went round and round, a standing lesbian orgy in all but name. Brenda was passed around like a living sex doll, with some of the women kissing and handling her multiple times.

Brenda repeatedly and loudly protested, saying things like, "For the last time, I am NOT a lesbian!" "Quit playing with my tits!" and "Please don't treat me like a slut. It feels too good!" But the wide smile on her face betrayed her true feelings.

She had every orifice thoroughly explored and had many more orgasms before she was finally allowed to put her overcoat on again, nearly an hour after the good-byes began.

As Brenda sat in her car, still trying to come down off her prolonged erotic and emotional high, she tried to take stock of what just happened.

I've been having these submissive fantasies for years, but now it's finally happened. I've crossed over to the other side. Whatever happened in there, I want more. A LOT more! I don't know what I am or what I'll become. Am I Alan's future lover? Some mindless fuck toy he'll quickly tire of? Dare I dream to be his mistress? His slave, even?! I'll do whatever it takes to be accepted into this magical house of sex and love. I've never felt so alive! I've never cum so hard or so much! To think that he broke me completely with just a couple of spankings. I can't even begin to imagine the heights of pleasure I'll climb when he penetrates my very soul with that big throbbing monster snake of his! Good God!

It took a very long time before Brenda could calm down enough to drive away.

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