CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 18)

Alan woke up Monday morning a worried man. He thought, The fun I had over the weekend was great, but now it's time to pay the piper. I've got a big math test in a matter of hours and I haven't studied at all. Nothing. Nada. And that's just the beginning; this whole week is an endless gauntlet of tests and papers.

He came downstairs and saw Susan already cooking breakfast and Katherine sitting at the dining table.

Susan wiggled her ass at him and said saucily, "Does someone here want to 'get my attention?'"

Alan sighed. "Yes, I do, but unfortunately not in that way. Come here, you two. Sit at the table for a minute. This is serious."

Katherine and Susan shared a significant look before they complied.

"This week is going to be really tough for me at school. Really tough. I've got tests coming out my ears and I've fallen so far behind these past weeks having sexual fun that I'm really in deep shit. Pardon my French, but it's true. I have to stop all this sexual stuff, at least for a week! It's that, or I'm not going to get into a good college. I've got a test coming up today that I'm going to completely fail. You can already write a big 'F' across the top of it. My mind is in such a sexual fog that I don't even know what we've been studying lately. So, the bottom line is, we have to take a break for the week. Or else I'm screwed."

Katherine and Susan stared at him without saying a word. They looked as if he'd just told them a long-time family pet had just been run over. Susan in particular was crushed, and it wasn't the talk of failing the test that bothered her. She'd been thinking about awarding Alan the pleasure of her pussy for intercourse for the first time as soon as he came home from school that day. Yet once again, there was an obstacle.

Katherine, too, was heavily dismayed. She thought, I've had to put up with a no sex at home ban for a whole week, and now this?! This is bullshit.

Katherine was the first to recover. "Okaaay... Of course. But what about your six times a day needs? You still have to do that. And with your rescheduled Boy Scouts trip coming up this weekend, you've got to do better than six a day to compensate for two days of going without."

Alan sighed an even heavier sigh. "Shit. I forgot about the trip. Look. I'm all for keeping up my orgasm average, but I just can't take the time and keep up with school. Sex is taking all my time, not to mention my every waking thought. I tell you, I'm obsessed, and it's starting to worry me."

Susan butted in with a welcome thought. "I know! The stealth strokings! Remember that idea? We'll just stroke you while you do other things. That way, you can have the best of both worlds."

"I don't know..."

"Oh, come on! Give it a try. Why don't we try it right now? Your sister and I will play it completely cool. We'll be out of your hair until Friday. You won't even notice us. But there will always be a hand or mouth around your penis, making you feel good just the same."

Alan could hardly resist such a tempting offer. He nodded his head with resignation, as if he'd just agreed to have a painful operation. He almost missed the irony of the situation.

They started immediately. All throughout breakfast, Katherine and Susan took turns calmly stroking his penis. There was no outrageous nakedness or dirty talk or aggressive moves - just a steady stroking that kept him in a state of constant arousal from the time he sat down to eat at the dining table until the time he left for school. He ate his eggs and pancakes and read the newspaper while a hand (or hands) under the table jacked him off, back and forth, for nearly half an hour.

As the time grew close, Susan couldn't take it any more and started sucking on his dick while Alan ate another bowl of cereal.

He was so used to her treatment, despite feeling so good that he could practically see stars, that he just kept eating.

Finally, mere minutes before Alan finally had to go to school, he matter-of-factly said to Susan, "I'm ready to blow now. Assume the position." He pushed his chair back so she could really go at it.

Susan quickly dropped between his knees. She giggled happily, "'Assume the position.' I like the sound of that. Did you hear that, Angel? Alan is really getting to be such a man! He's taking complete command around here. Son, please always say that when you want my help."

Her tongue went to town on his penis without further ado.

She desperately needed a big sweet spermy load to soften the blow that intercourse with her son would have to wait still longer. She knew that if she told him that she was starting her period soon and this was the last day for a few days for them to fuck Alan would gladly drop all of his schoolwork and stay in bed all day. But she also knew that as a mother she couldn't willfully cause him to fail his classes so it was better that he didn't know.

Alan didn't immediately shoot his load. His mother's tongue felt so good on his penis that he couldn't help but use his PC muscle and prolong the experience.

Susan had to resort to using all her tricks to get him to blow, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Every minute with his penis in her mouth was another minute of pure heaven for her. Inside her mouth, she curled her tongue around his penis and tried to essentially jack him off with her tongue while her lips continued to suck. She didn't have an exceptionally long tongue like Suzanne or Xania to actually do it, but she made up for that with her enthusiasm. It was heaven for the both of them, but she couldn't hold it for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

However, the kids had to get to school and time was running out.

Katherine took command and came at Alan from behind. She stuck a finger far up his asshole and massaged his prostate. Meanwhile, she licked his neck and ear and breathed her sweet breath into his face.

Not even Alan could hold out from that double attack, especially now that Susan had switched to lightly scraping his penis with her teeth and aggressively fondling his balls.

Susan took half of his cum in her mouth and half on her face. She explained, "Gotta save a snack for later." Luxuriating with cum on her tongue, she commented, "Tiger, it's getting to the point where I wonder if you won't be able to simply delay your cum forever. Angel, tell me, how on Earth can we conquer his cock?"

Since Katherine joined in late, she didn't get a chance to get off. Alan now helpfully fingered her pussy lips as she said, "Mom, you have the wrong attitude. Keep in mind that we can never conquer his cock. It can only conquer us, and it does so repeatedly! The best we can do is sate its needs for a few hours, if we're lucky. It's like an ever-demanding and relentless volcano god, constantly demanding the sacrifice of virgins to prevent an eruption."

She thought about her metaphor, and joked, "Except, for some reason, all the virgins we give him makes him erupt more often." After giggling, she continued seriously, "That's why Alan needs so many of us to help. I figure double and triple blowjobs will soon become the rule of the day around here."

Susan sighed. "Oh, poo. I suppose you're right. You're so right about his cock conquering us. You and I should practice at sharing his penis so we can get really good at being a mother-daughter team."

Katherine agreed. "Yep. Isn't it naughty to think about mother and daughter working together to suck one boy off? I hope we can do that ALL the time."

But fondling his now flaccid member, Susan complained in an affected and pouty voice, "But Mommy wants his widdle peeny weeny all to herself. She wants to pway." As he pulled away, she complained in a friendly way, "Meanie."

Alan figured Katherine couldn't complain that she wasn't chosen for blowjob duties, since this was a Monday and they had plans to have another S-Club meeting after school now that the two of them were no longer technically grounded. In other words, it was high time for another threesome at Kim's house.

Susan also had a big day ahead, though she didn't suspect how it fit into Suzanne's plans. One thing Suzanne got Xania to say was that Susan should have an immediate medical appointment with Akami to see if her sexual response fell in the normal range. The real reason for the appointment was that Suzanne wanted to speed Susan's lesbian experiences further along. She hoped that Akami would go all the way with Susan first, so the horny mother wouldn't blame Suzanne for corrupting her.

Furthermore, Suzanne was also conspiring to keep Alan and his mother from having sex. She hoped that she could keep Susan so busy with dildos that her friend wouldn't be in any shape to properly fuck Alan any time soon. She planned to have Susan's pussy so thoroughly violated and sore by the end of the school day that Susan would have no choice but to postpone her fucking until another day. Suzanne didn't know about Alan's homework problem, but if she had she would have welcomed the news with open arms.

But what Suzanne didn't expect when the appointment was made on Friday was just how many lesbian experiences Susan would have in the few days between. Especially given the fashion show the night before, it was clear that Susan was already thoroughly "corrupted" with lesbian urges. But so far it had all been kissing and groping - she'd yet to do something serious such as eat another woman out. Luck gave Akami the opportunity to be the one to help with the next steps in Susan's continuing sexual education.

When Susan made her appointment, Akami realized she had been given a gift on a silver platter. Susan had her appointment at 9:00 Monday morning, a time where the office was normally full of patients. But the nurse immediately called up all the other patients scheduled for around that time and had their appointments rescheduled. Even the frumpy receptionist was given the morning off.

Dr. Fredrickson had no objections to the reschedulings, thanks to his habit of secretly watching the Plummer medical visits for his own sexual pleasures.

CHAPTER 2

Susan showed up at Doctor Fredrickson's office right at 9:00. She dressed very conservatively, underwear and all, the way she still dressed whenever outside the house.

Akami greeted her, and told her that the receptionist was sick.

Susan thought everything was normal, as she had no way of knowing that there weren't any patients in any of the other rooms.

Dr. Fredrickson passed by the waiting room and said hello, which also assured Susan that the situation wasn't unusual.

Akami led her into the same room Alan had been examined in, and had her sit on the examination table where Susan had stared at Alan's penis so intently only a few weeks previously.

Susan's mind boggled as she recalled what happened then, and how much had changed since.

Akami looked at her medical chart intently. "I see here that we have a request from a psychologist in Los Angeles that we check to see if your sexual reactions are normal. How highly unusual. Apparently there is some concern that you may be becoming a nymphomaniac. Is that true?"

Susan closed her eyes and recalled the fashion show the night before. She shamefacedly whispered, "Yes." Having to dress up in "normal" clothing and leave the house had put her in a bit of a prudish mood.

"Could this be related to the medical treatment of your son? His need for stimulation six times a day?"

Susan grew a bit peeved. "You know it is! Don't blame me, you of all people. This crazy scheme was all your idea!"

"Now, now, don't worry," Akami soothed. "We're not here to pass any judgments. Anyway, can you honestly tell me that if you had to do it all over, you wouldn't have agreed to the treatment regimen, just the same? Honestly?"

Even as Akami said this, she took her stethoscope out and began probing Susan's body with it through her clothes, as if she could test truthfulness with it.

Susan was silent, but under Akami's withering stare and probing, she finally and meekly answered, "Yes. Yes, I would gladly do it all over again. You know that already."

Akami was reassuring. "Like I said, no judgments here. To be honest, if I were in your shoes, I think I'd do the same. That Alan is such a hunk, and he sure knows how to please a woman. Now let's get started on your examination. Please unbutton your blouse and remove your dress and underwear."

Susan did so without thinking. Taking off her clothes came to her easily now, especially when she was ordered to do so. In fact, she found it a great relief to shed what she felt was the unnecessarily heavy and constraining clothing that she wore in the outside world. The only reason she wore such unrevealing clothes was because Alan was the only man she wanted to see her looking sexy.

Susan's mood changed as she shed her clothes. When she'd first started coming to see Akami with Alan, she was extremely flustered to have to take any clothes off in what she considered a semipublic place. But now her prudish ways literally came off along with her clothing. The idea of being naked away from home greatly excited her.

But Susan was nonetheless nervous at how far things would go. She knew the "testing for nymphomania" purpose meant the appointment would get sexual, and she expected that. But she was shy to do any more than grope and kiss with another female. She asked while undressing, "Nurse, what will this examination entail, exactly?"

"We are going to subject you to an exam called the Tompkins Burnstein Battery. You are subjected to a series of stimulations and give a response from one to ten on how stimulated you feel. One is no stimulation, and ten is the greatest sexual stimulation you've ever felt. Try to think back on an event that would rate a ten right now to get a sense of the scale. Then we'll compare your responses to the national average."

Akami was more or less making this up as she went along, including the name of the test. She knew Susan was normally smart (at least when not in her now typical senselessly horny state), but also extremely naïve and gullible on sexual matters. This no doubt was a lingering effect of the extreme prudishness Susan had exhibited most of her life. Years of conditioning couldn't be completely eradicated in a matter of weeks.

Susan fretted. "Akami, am I going to have to do ... naughty things ... as part of this test? Is this completely proper?" Susan more or less knew an honest answer would be yes to the first and no to the second, but nonetheless felt obliged to ask the questions. As she asked this, Akami aggressively probed Susan's bare tits with the stethoscope.

Akami was impatient to replace the implement with her own hands, but realized she still needed a thin veneer of decorum while warming Susan up.

"Of course it is!" Akami said with pretend indignation. "You know, there's been a lot of research into sexuality, so this test derives from that. It's admittedly unusual to perform such a test in a general practitioner's office, but the case of you and your son is a very unusual one to begin with. Now, let's hurry this up, as we have other patients waiting. First, I want you to run your hands over your skin as you think of your most intense sexual experience you've ever had. Don't touch yourself down below."

Akami finally withdrew the stethoscope, after pressing it hard against a nipple.

Susan closed her eyes, and at first seemed to only move her hands a little bit, as if doing the bare minimum to obey Akami's request. But soon Susan began roaming her hands all over her legs and chest. Since Akami hadn't prohibited the touching of her sensitive nipples, she concentrated on them, and that drove her wild. Within a minute or two, she was deeply into it, kicking her feet out of the stirrups and thrashing her legs around in the air.

Akami knew the mother was hot to trot, but her eagerness surprised even the nurse.

"What are you thinking about?" the nurse asked. "Explain in detail what you're thinking out loud."

"I dunno. There's not just one most intense experience. There are so many. I have to confess, all of them involve ... Alan. I'm thinking for instance right now about the very first Tuesday, when I gave him the abnormality check for the first time. I gave him so many handjobs and blowjobs that day. It's like it was one big happy blur of sucking and stroking! Mmmm.... Sucking Alan's little friend... Alan Junior... It makes me so hot! Oh, I can't help it, nurse! I'm so bad! Can I just touch myself down there, just a little?"

"Okay, Susan, that's enough of that. Please stop."

Susan reluctantly stopped her hands, but she still panted and her chest heaved. The sight of a gorgeous woman so easily aroused made Akami extremely horny as well. She was confident Susan would be helping her out directly soon enough, but she had to go ahead with the "test" in any case. Dr. Fredrickson wanted to see certain things happen (literally, as he watched it all on a video screen in the next room), and this was a good way to make sure they would.

The nurse continued authoritatively, "All right. Very good. Now tell me, on a one to ten scale, how would you rate that experience?"

"Let's see. About a two. Maybe a three."

"That's it?!" Akami said in exasperation. "Are you sure you understand the scale I've given you?"

"Yes, but I've had so very many extremely erotic experiences lately. I'm practically that horny all the time, just as a baseline. You can see why I've been seeking psychological help. If I'm shopping at a grocery store and see something long and hard like a loaf of French bread, it makes me think of Alan's penis, and then I get all tingly and can barely control myself! It's a big problem, and it's just getting worse all the time. Frankly, just about everything makes me think of Alan and his penis. I'm always sucking on things. Lollipops, bananas, ice cream bars. At least it increases my stamina so I can suck on the real thing for hours at a stretch. But it gets me so excited. Sometimes I have to go to a restroom and bring myself off, 'cos I can't hold out until I get back home."

"I see." Akami still had the clipboard with Susan's medical chart in her hand, and pretended to make extensive notes. "Let's move on to the second test. This time, stimulate yourself anywhere while you think of another erotic memory."

Almost as soon as Akami said "stimulate yourself anywhere," Susan's hands flew to her pussy and she began frigging herself. Her other hand worked on her clit.

"What are you thinking of this time?"

"Just the other day, Alan needed help getting hard, so he had me kiss my daughter Katherine, to help him with visual stimulation. It was weird at first, but then I got into it, kissing my own daughter! Then we did it again two days later, and she put her fingers in my pussy as we kissed, just like I'm doing now. But then she wouldn't let me suck Alan's cock, 'cos she sucked it instead. Aren't I bad? I'm so bad! But it's so good. Mmmm... Yes!"

"Okay, you can stop now," Akami said. She had expected these tests to take longer, but Susan was getting off very quickly. The bombshell mother already was leaking cum after only a minute or so of touching her pussy.

Susan asked plaintively, "Akami, is there something wrong with me, letting my daughter kiss me like that? With Alan, it's a medical need, but with her..."

"Don't worry, it's perfectly normal," Akami said reassuringly. "Most women have lesbian experiences at one time or another, and those who don't probably would love it if they just let themselves go. New studies suggest that all women are naturally bisexual."

Akami was making this up too, but it was just what Susan wanted to hear. "Really? Oh, that makes me feel so much better!" Susan failed to think about or mention the additional problem of incest. "That's good to hear, because we've been kissing each other so much lately. In fact, I've been kissing everybody. You should have seen what I did last night at the fashion show we had in our living room last night."

Akami could only imagine what a fashion show at the Plummer house would be like. Her pussy twitched reflexively but she maintained an outward professional calm. "Yes. Furthermore, your getting into other women will greatly help arouse Alan, and that's the whole point. His medical recovery and all that. Men get extremely aroused watching two women get it on with each other."

Susan's eyes lit up. "You're so right! I keep telling myself that. I must OBEY my son in every way, even if it means I have to muff dive every single day!"

Akami found herself increasingly aroused, both by visions of Susan muff diving and by the woman's extreme subservience to her son. She coughed to help clear her head. "Moving on, how would you rate that on a one to ten scale?"

"About a four. I can't imagine getting much above that without Alan being involved."

"Interesting," Akami said plainly as if she was bored, though she was anything but. "Now for this next test, we're going to rate outside stimulation. I'm going to test the sensitivity of your breasts. Are you ready for that?"

"I suppose," Susan said doubtfully. Again she wondered about how far this would go and what Akami's motivations were.

"Now lie back." Akami adjusted the examination chair and then put her hands on Susan's breasts. She explored her big tits for a minute or two, and then asked, "Have you been conducting regular breast exams like I showed you how to do?"

Susan blushed again, as that brought back fond memories. "Um, not too many, per se. But lately, I uh, have been masturbating so much, that I think I'm very familiar with my breasts and would know right away if there was anything unusual about them. In fact, I fondle them daily. A lot. And if I don't, Alan or someone else does."

"Very good. That's healthy. Have you conducted an oral exam of your nipples, like this?" Akami knelt down and began sucking on those very nipples. Akami had had a few lesbian experiences in her lifetime, but she'd never gotten her mouth on such massive mounds. She even felt like her own head was small compared to Susan's twin peaks.

For a minute or so Susan was lost in pleasure, but she finally roused herself enough to answer the question after Akami made a noise indicating she was still waiting for an answer. "Oh! Uh, what? No! I didn't even know I could do that. Do you mean to suggest I should suck on my own nipples?"

Akami stopped sucking long enough to ask, "Of course. It's very healthy. You should make it a regular part of your masturbation sessions. By the way, right now you should stop stroking yourself down there. You'll corrupt the data."

"Oh. Sorry." Susan tried to keep her hands still while Akami sucked, poked, and twisted at her nipples. The tortured mother put her hands high in the air as if that could help hold back her feelings, but it was no use. She soon began shuddering in an intense orgasm.

Akami continued to do things to her breasts that no other woman had yet done there, mostly due to the aggressiveness of Akami's sucking and twisting.

Susan got so excited that she had to yell, "Stop! Please stop!"

Akami stopped, mostly. She left one finger tracing circles around the nipple she hadn't been sucking. "What is it?"

"Well, it's just that my tits are so sensitive. When I think about all the things that must be wrong with me, I think about that one too. Nurse, you're a medical professional. Do you think it's possible for a pair of tits to control a woman?"

"What do you mean?" Akami was slightly cruel, as she began to lightly pull on both of Susan's nipples.

"I mean, my tits are so sensitive that I think they control my brain, instead of the other way around. Sometimes I think I'm just a pair of tits, and the rest of me is just a necessary support network. I mean, now that I don't wear clothes most of the time, UGH! Oh God. Keep doing that! ... Uh, anyway, now that my tits are almost always bared, when I wear a blouse I feel it rub against my nipples and it makes so aroused that I can't even think! I just want Alan to throw me down on the ground and fuck me silly!"

She paused, realizing that it might be unseemly to be so horny for her son. "Um, I mean, it gets me very aroused. I'm not sure if I'll be able to wear clothing over my chest any more. But then, when I go around topless, I get even MORE aroused!"

Akami chuckled. "I can see that. But don't worry about it. Consider yourself blessed. You'll give so many others so much pleasure, and you yourself are nearly drowning in constant erotic joy. Everybody loves you best naked. So what's to worry?"

Susan grumbled, "I suppose. But my brain isn't happy about the tit takeover.... AAARGH!" She cried out because Akami was sucking again.

Akami pulled back after she detected an orgasm come and go, then asked, "How was that on the scale?"

"Mmmm, maybe a five. But it was a good five."

Akami was a bit chagrined that her ministrations rated so low, but she went to the chart and pretended to mark it. She thought to herself, A mere five? When I got her off? Unbelievable. Now the fun really begins. I can't wait to see what an eight or nine does to this woman.

CHAPTER 3

Akami told Susan, "Okay, now I'm going to do the same, but I'll stimulate your vaginal region instead." Before Susan could register a response to that, Akami bent down and put her tongue straight on Susan's nether lips. No woman had ever gone down on her before.

"Oh my! Well I'll be!" Susan had no words to express her feelings as Akami launched a triple attack.

The nurse pulled at Susan's clit with one hand, stuck her tongue into her pussy, and probed up her anus with her other hand. It was a good thing Susan's feet were spread wide in stirrups, or her legs would have gone flying all over and possibly knocked into Akami. They kept on like this for many minutes, until finally Susan began loudly moaning and even screaming.

"Oh yes yes YES! That's so good!" Susan began orgasming again.

Akami pulled away after Susan climaxed. Her entire nose and chin area was soaked in Susan's juices.

"How was that?" the nurse asked. She tried to wipe her face off with her hands and then sucking her wet hands into her mouth, but she didn't get it all. She was pleased with Susan's taste.

"It was great! I love it! Please don't stop!"

"I mean on a one to ten scale."

"Oh. A six. Definitely a six!" Susan had put her own hands into her pussy and was still working on triggering more orgasms for herself.

Akami was beginning to get jealous at just how much sexual pleasure her patient must be getting, if this was still only a six. She stood by and waited for Susan to calm down, but if anything, the mother was only getting more excited. It seemed that now Susan had started, she could just keep orgasming the rest of the day based on thoughts of previous experiences alone.

Akami again made marks on her chart. "Okay, for the next test, I want to see how the act of merely stimulating someone else makes you feel. I want you to stimulate me in the same way I've been stimulating you."

"I dunno," Susan said, but she was only going through the motions of being reluctant. She was ready to do just about anything by now. "But I suppose it's only fair to return the favor..." she said as if convincing herself.

Akami unbuttoned her lab coat and presented her naked chest to Susan, who still sat in the examination chair.

Susan began running her hands over the nurse's tits. Akami's tits were unimpressive compared to the giant orbs of Suzanne, Amy, and Katherine that Susan was more used to groping, not to mention Brenda's gravity-defying monster tits that she'd thoroughly explored the night before, but they still were a good handful. Susan eventually put her mouth on a nipple, but she seemed very awkward and uncertain on what to do next.

"That's good," Akami said encouragingly. "If it helps at all, imagine that I'm Katherine."

Akami definitely said the magic words. Susan went at Akami with a new vigor. "Oh yes, Angel, I'm sucking you! I'm so sorry, but I just can't help myself. I'm just too naughty."

Akami had never met Katherine, but pretended to be a daughter anyway. "That's okay, Mommy. I like it when you touch me there. When you suck me... with your mouth."

"Yes! Mommy likes it too! She really does. Mmmm... YES!" Susan increased her enthusiasm even more.

Akami felt as if her tits were going to be vacuumed right off her body by such a hungry mouth.

Meanwhile, Susan still had her blouse on her sleeves, and finally shucked it off so she could be completely naked. It gave her a shiver to know that she was now buck naked inside a doctor's office.

Akami did her best to get the rest of her clothes off while she submitted to Susan's oral assault. But Akami was having a hard time getting naked, so she called a temporary halt to the proceedings. "Just a minute, there, Susan. Stop and tell me how that rates."

"Oh, I don't know. A five."

"A five? You don't like me, Mommy?"

"Okay, a six, if only because you're calling me 'Mommy.'"

The word "mommy" really excited Susan, and she was frustrated Alan still hadn't picked up on her not so subtle hints to use it. But she asked uncertainly, "Are my relations with my children improper? They must be."

"I'll answer that question after you lick my pussy," Akami replied, now that she was totally naked. "Mommy, can you get down on your knees, and lick me in my special place?"

Susan got on her knees, but seemed a bit hesitant at the new experience too. As if stalling for time, she asked, "What's the magic word, Angel?"

Akami answered, "Please? Could you lick my cunt, please? Alan isn't licking it nearly enough these days."

Again Akami said the real magic words, though it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that bringing Alan into the fantasy would help get Susan more aroused.

Susan again attacked Akami like a woman possessed. She boldly placed her tongue onto Akami and began exploring her nether regions with her hands and mouth. Susan didn't really need any encouragement, but Akami would periodically say things like, "Right there! That feels nearly as good as when Alan fucks me!"

Susan paused in her licking only long enough to shout, 'No, Alan, don't fuck your sister! I'll sacrifice my body instead! You'll have to fuck me!"

Soon both women were shuddering and shivering with intense orgasms. Akami had set up a bed, and fell back onto it.

Susan followed her on top, and the two of them spent more minutes kissing, sucking, fingering, and generally getting it on.

But before Susan could really get satisfied, Akami again called a halt.

"What now?" Susan asked breathlessly, irritated at stopping. She was completely revved up now. "That was a seven. Let's go to the next test already."

"A seven? What does it take to even get an eight out of you?" Akami asked.

"You have no idea what an honor a seven is, given that Alan isn't here. So what's next?" Susan tried to wipe some of Akami's cum off of her face.

"Speaking of men, our next tests involve your reactions to a penis."

"Wait a minute!" Despite her extreme arousal, Susan was suddenly very wary. "Does this involve a real penis that isn't Alan's?"

Akami hated saying what she was about to say, but felt forced to do it. "As a matter of fact, it does, if that's okay with you. This is a very important test. We have someone willing to help-"

"Hold on!" Susan interrupted. "NO WAY. Period. I don't care what the medical justification is. NO way will I even let another man see me like this, much less touch me! NO. I'm leaving!"

Susan immediately bounced up from the floor and began frantically searching for her clothes.

Akami was taken aback. She thought the woman would agree to anything sexual by this point. "All right. Don't worry. It was just an idea. I think we have enough data in any case to make a determination of your sexuality, so just relax."

Susan slowed down in putting on her clothes, but she was still clearly spooked. The sexual mood had been completely broken by the mention of a man.

The man Akami had in mind was Dr. Fredrickson, and he was in a nearby room eagerly watching the proceedings and waiting for his chance to come in and join the fun. But luck was not with him that day.

Akami felt bad, and was truly apologetic. Dr. Fredrickson had forced her to make that suggestion and she was relieved Susan turned the idea down. She thought, I KNEW this wasn't what Susan would want! "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize-"

"No, you did not!" Susan cut in. She paced around the room. "You don't realize how special my Tiger is, how unique he is. You clearly don't understand anything at all! You've been fucked by him, so you should know. How can you even THINK about fucking another man, after that? What's wrong with you?!"

Akami indeed had enjoyed fucking Alan tremendously, but she hardly saw it as reason to give up on all other men, forever. Sex with Alan didn't have anywhere near the same emotional depth for her as it did for Susan. In her opinion, Alan was admittedly an excellent lover, but still a teenager who had lucked into an incredible situation.

But she said, to calm Susan, "Sorry. You're so right. I don't know what came over me. I was thinking that since it was required for the medical test... But that's no excuse."

"Damn right it's not!" Susan said hotly. But she sat back down.

Akami correctly guessed that the more she talked about Alan, the more Susan's anger would subside and her libido would heat up again. So she said, "I wish I could keep my pussy reserved just for Alan. That would be ideal. If any other man tried to get in my panties, I'd just say, 'Sorry, but this pussy belongs to a real man who knows just how to stuff it.'"

"Damn straight!" Susan huffed.

"But the problem is that I see him so rarely. Once a week or maybe once every two weeks. How can I bear to hold out when I'm so far down his list? I wish I was like you, living in the same house, sucking and stroking that cock every single day..."

Susan smiled briefly, but remembered to frown. If nothing else, she was still irked that Akami wasn't fully dedicating herself to sexually serving Alan.

"So what I do is I use the other men as human dildos. I have to close my eyes and pretend they're Alan. But of course it's not the same. Alan's like a human jackhammer, driving, driving, deeper, deeper! There's just no stopping him!"

Akami was mostly lying about pretending, but she was glad that Dr. Fredrickson was listening now. He wouldn't know for sure if Akami was using him as a human dildo while thinking about Alan, or not.

She asked Susan, "Has he ever grabbed the back of your head with both hands and rammed that big log of his in your mouth over and over, using it like another cunt? Have you had to stretch your lips as far as they could go just to stuff all that hot cock in your mouth?"

"Yeah!" Susan said with growing enthusiasm. "Oh yeah!"

Akami continued to make some sexy small talk while soothingly stroking Susan's ass. She focused on oral sex with Alan, a topic she knew Susan loved.

Soon, Susan was as relaxed as if she'd taken a tranquilizer pill. She completely forgot to chastise Akami for insufficient loyalty.

Satisfied that the situation was back under control, Akami looked at her notes and declared she was ready to make a verdict. "Susan, clearly you are a highly sensual woman with a powerful sex drive. But the fact that you're so adamant about not being with a man other than Alan shows that you are still in control, and not a nymphomaniac in need of treatment. Nymphomaniacs don't have the self-control to discriminate. What I really did by talking about bringing someone else in was actually part of the test and I'm glad to say you passed. My suggestion is that you have sex frequently, and enjoy yourself. You're not ill, you're just someone who needs a lot of sexual satisfaction. Masturbate too, to your heart's content."

Susan stared off into space, fantasizing Alan fucking her. "Really? Huh. But what about my unnatural feelings towards my children? What about wanting to go all the way with both of them? That's more than just helping Alan expel all that nasty sperm."

"That's something for your psychologist to sort out. That's not my department."

"But don't you think it's wrong?"

"Speaking as a professional nurse, there's nothing medically wrong with it, as long as you don't have children with your children. And your records indicate you're infertile anyway, so that's not an issue. So if your psychologist thinks it's okay, it must be okay. I say fuck Alan to your heart's content."

"I don't know... It just seems so..." Susan seemed lost in thought. But then she said more enthusiastically, "Anyway, thanks for the Tompkins whatever test. I found that very, uh, educational."

"My pleasure. Especially the second part. Too bad this was the first and probably last time I'll be able to do that as part of my nursing duties. You know, we could still continue the rest of the test with a dildo..." Akami put her lab coat and stethoscope back on, less to dress than to look sexy to help convince Susan to stay.

"Thanks, but really, I should be going. I'm sure you have other patients with more important problems than mine." Susan was still somewhat spooked and afraid that a man might still somehow enter the picture, so she didn't want to get too excited and lose control of herself.

"Yes, but none with problems as fun as yours. I'll have to hold out until Alan's next appointment on Friday." Akami smiled a very devious smile thinking of all the ways Alan would doubtlessly fuck her then.

"You take it easy on him, okay?" Susan said, smiling.

"I will," Akami smiled back, playfully running her tongue outside her mouth, as if licking her chops at the thought of sucking Alan's penis.

Far from being perturbed at that, Susan imitated the licking with her own mouth for Akami.

The appointment eventually wrapped up, but the tongue licking motions led to a practical discussion of how to give Alan the best blowjobs.

Susan enthusiastically explained some of the techniques she'd been using that Alan particularly liked.

Akami offered some tips in return. She was struck by how much this woman had changed in less than two months since their first appointment. She noticed that the puddle on the plastic seating beneath Susan's thighs slowly grew just by them talking about blowjobs some more.

At one point, Susan opined, "You know, I'm still thinking about what you said earlier. That all women are naturally bisexual."

"I don't know about that, that it's true across the board," Akami butted in, since she was just making it up. She didn't want to completely bamboozle Susan.

"No. You're right. It makes so much sense. It's only natural, so that women will better enjoy threesomes, foursomes, and more with Alan. A virile man like him needs a large harem of nymphomaniacs to keep him satisfied. His women need each other to help pass the time when he's fucking someone else and to help provide him visual entertainment."

Akami's mind boggled. This woman is amazing. It's like her brain is damaged or something. How could she be so into one guy that she'd welcome sharing him like that? That must be the power of incest fiddling with her reasoning.

But Akami merely replied, "Who knows? Guys like Alan are so rare that they aren't fully understood by medical science."

Susan eventually got up and put her hand on the door to go.

But Akami had heard Susan talk earlier about how she'd been "greeting" everyone with a French kiss, and used that to her advantage. "Just a minute, Susan. I don't believe you've given me a proper good-bye kiss."

Susan was puzzled, but then figured out what Akami meant. "Oh! So sorry. My mistake." Smiling a happy smile, she came back to Akami and locked lips for several minutes.

After Susan left, Akami looked towards one section of the wall and pointedly shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "Sorry, but I tried."

Doctor Fredrickson was frustrated. He was on the other side of the wall. He'd watched and heard the whole encounter on video, with his pants at his knees. He'd been so certain that he'd soon be fucking Susan that he'd generally gone easy on masturbating. And now it was all over and he was left high and dry.

He made a mental note to force Akami to have Susan back, as soon as possible. And this time, if he wasn't going to get in on the action directly, he was going to make completely sure that it would be recorded for posterity. Maybe with blackmail material, she'd have no choice but to give in to his desires. If she still resisted, he could at least make a ton of money selling the video, but he didn't want revenge, he wanted her. He wanted her bad.

CHAPTER 4

Susan wasn't lying about being horny nearly all the time lately. Far from being sexually satiated by the appointment with Akami, all the talk about sucking Alan off only left her even more ready for action.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house minutes after Susan got back home. She was determined to continue to break down Susan's resistance to lesbian lovemaking while Alan and Katherine were in school.

Once again the two busty mothers "practiced" French kissing at every opportunity.

First they had to do their daily exercises. Suzanne kept the conversation focused on nonsexual things during their exercising, saving the sexual play for when they began nude sunbathing.

Susan told her all about Alan's acute homework problem.

Despite the emphasis on the nonsexual, Susan couldn't keep her clothes on for long. Not long after they started their workout, she said, "I'm getting so hot and sweaty. Do you mind if I just, kind of, get more comfortable?"

Suzanne too found herself getting "more comfortable." The truth was, lately she enjoyed being naked nearly as much as Susan did. She answered Susan's question by dramatically uncovering her breasts, quickly opening up the front of her leotard right in front Susan.

This caused Susan's eyes to widen. She quickly got out of her clothes as well.

Suzanne thought to herself, This is so strange. I mean, my skin-tight pink leotard was nearly completely see-through in the first place, so why does taking it all off make me feel so tingly and giddy? Am I getting socially conditioned without even knowing it? But she easily pushed such worries away and just reveled in the feeling of running her hands up and down her silky smooth skin.

The only problem exercising naked was the way their boobs bounced around. Suzanne said, "Damn these things. They can be such a blessing when it comes to attracting a man, and such a curse the rest of the time. All those killer back aches, too. But I've got an idea. We need to practice baring our chests for Alan-"

"What a great idea!" Susan interrupted. She thrust her rack out proudly.

"Yes," Suzanne continued, a bit chagrined at Susan's enthusiasm. "But we have to fight sag. I suggest that next time we wear our 'training bras', you know, the wire frames we wear at night to keep drooping at bay."

"Great idea, Suzanne. You're definitely the ideas woman around here.'

Suzanne hoped to keep Susan naked as much as possible from now on and was pleased at how easy that goal appeared to be.

Suzanne found herself imagining Susan as the Plummer house slut, lying nude in bed all day, getting fucked by one visitor after another. In her vision, all of Susan's visitors were female, except Alan. Suzanne was rather surprised to realize that even in her fantasies now, Alan was the only male to appear. She let the vision fade, as it seemed like a mean thing to wish on her best friend.

Lying nude on lawn chairs by the pool in the back yard, Suzanne finally allowed Susan to explain the medical appointment with Akami in arousing detail. Suzanne was pleased at every development. She'd been waiting a long time, and now she was sure that the time was right to have no holds barred sex with Susan.

Suzanne was surprised that Susan hadn't really done anything new beyond eating Akami's pussy and getting eaten in return. She was glad that she would be the first one to teach Susan about dildos. That had been put off an extremely long time, and the time to fix it was now.

When Susan got near to the end of her Akami story and talked about Akami's offer to continue with a dildo instead of a penis, Suzanne interjected, "You know, Susan, there's been a lot of talk about dildos lately, but I can't believe you still don't use one. Why is that?"

"Well... The other things I've been doing have been entirely to help Alan get stimulated. But to just pleasure myself in private - that would be completely unseemly and not very ladylike."

Suzanne had a hard time keeping a straight face. She could have pointed out any number of inconsistencies in Susan's overall logic, and the doubtless countless times that Susan had masturbated in private lately, but figured that would be counterproductive. Instead, she suggested, "Susan, you want to have uninhibited sex with your son, right?"

Susan blushed, and stammered, "Uh, not exactly... What I mean to say is..."

Suzanne chastised her. "Oh come on! Quit pretending you don't want it. You're talking to your best friend here. Are you ready for his huge boner to fill you?"

Susan closed her eyes, because she was too embarrassed to look at her friend. "I am. Actually, I was thinking about doing it this afternoon. Maybe even, you know, seducing him. But with his homework load, it wouldn't really be fair..."

"Good for you! Congratulations on making that emotional breakthrough and openly admitting your need. But you're right. It wouldn't be fair to Alan to do it today. The most important thing is seeing him have a bright future and getting into a good school. If the two of you have intercourse, that'll throw his concentration off for days at a time when his academic work is in complete disarray. It'll make him feel so good that he'll want to do nothing but fuck you all day."

"Really?" Susan asked, hoping against hope it was true.

"It even better than blowjobs?"

"It is."

"Really? Will even I like it better than cocksucking?"

"I'm sure you will," Suzanne reassured her. "But still, you have this need. It's so close..."

"YES!" Susan sat up and dared to look Suzanne in the eye. "What about my desires? I'm dying!"

Suzanne smiled a knowing smile. While she was happy for her best friend to fuck Alan eventually, she still wanted a delay to better secure her own spot with him. "That brings us back to dildos. Have you considered that by using a dildo you could satisfy your needs down there for a real penis by using an artificial one, and that could greatly help your willpower? Like having decaffeinated coffee instead of the real thing. Plus, if your goal is stimulating Alan, I'm sure he'd be really turned on seeing you use a dildo on yourself or using it on someone else. Imagine him watching me push a dildo into you, for instance. That would get him so hard his dick would be able to cut through diamond."

"Really? You think?" Susan was entranced by the thought.

"If you're going to be an Alan slut, a slut dedicated to nothing but draining your son's balls dry, then I'd say it's pretty much mandatory that you learn how to arouse with dildos."

"Hmm. Well, I DO want to be an Alan slut. So very badly! And if it'll help drain those big sperm-filled balls of his, I guess I could try one out, just, you know, to see how it goes. But I don't have one and I'd be far too embarrassed to ever buy such a thing."

"If that's your only problem, then that's no problem at all," Suzanne said, jumping up. "I have just the gift for you. I'll be back in a sec."

Anticipating that Susan would be ready for dildos in the wake of the Akami appointment, she'd already put a number of dildos in her purse to try out on her friend. She walked naked back inside the house to get them.

Suzanne stood behind Susan's lawn chair a minute or two later. "I'm back already. Aren't you going to greet me?"

"Oh! Sorry!" Susan hopped up and planted her lips on Suzanne. They kissed for several minutes.

Suzanne ran her hands all over Susan's naked form, and Susan wasn't too shy with her hands either. Suzanne had the gumption to stick her fingers into Susan's pussy, but Susan didn't reciprocate.

"Suzanne, you really shouldn't do that with your fingers," Susan weakly protested when their kiss finally ended a short time later. "You know, touching me down there like that."

"Why not? Isn't that what you just did to Akami, and then some?" Suzanne asked matter-of-factly. "I can't think of any reason to stop, except that I have something better to put in there."

She bent over, reached into her bag, and pulled out a dildo almost as wide and long as Alan's penis. She figured she should start out with what Susan was already intimately comfortable with.

Suzanne licked its tip tantalizingly with her lips. She noted that Susan, far from appearing frightened or embarrassed, seemed to look at the dildo with great anticipation and enthusiasm.

But then Susan said, "I don't know. I shouldn't put that in me. It feels like cheating."

"Cheating? How?"

"Well, all my holes belong to my son and my son only. I can make an exception for fingers or tongues, but that's just too phallic."

Suzanne said, "I can see that logic, but when he finally fucks you, you want to be the best fuck you can be, right? You need to practice and learn how to work your pussy muscles so once he goes in he'll never want to pull out."

"I supppose... Can I put that in my mouth?" Susan asked. Sucking on phallic objects had not only become a new passion for her, it also served to calm her down when she was worried, especially if she could suck on Alan's erection. All seemed right in the world when her lips were sliding back and forth on his thickness.

But Suzanne was impatient. She commanded, "Later. Here, get back on your lawn chair, and I'll show you where it works best."

Susan quickly complied.

Suzanne sat on the side of Susan's lawn chair and waved the dildo around in the air, to frustrate and tease Susan a little. "You can't just stick these things in," she said. "First, you have to prepare your cunt."

Suzanne took the dildo and began rubbing it on the outside of her best friend's pussy. She pressed it against Susan's clit, and at the same time stuck her fingers into Susan's pussy and frigged her for a bit. Then she took her fingers out and pushed the dildo against her friend's pussy lips. Sticking the dildo in a half inch or less, she pulled it back again, but then declared Susan unready.

She repeated this process several times, driving Susan increasingly crazy.

"Come ON!" Susan finally complained. "It doesn't take THAT long to get ready. I'm flowing like a river already!"

"You're right," Suzanne conceded. "I'm just teasin' ya. Now, remember, imagine this is your son penetrating you. Taking you."

Susan was getting quite worked up and seemed on the verge of cumming already. She had her eyes closed to better imagine Alan was there with her. "Oh! Son! Make me a woman!"

Suzanne thought that was a bit bizarre, that Susan thought herself a virgin and that her son could take her virginity, but she didn't comment except to say, "Here it goes." She plunged the dildo in, in one slow but non-stop movement. She didn't stop until Susan's pussy was completely filled with plastic cock.

Susan cried out, "Oh, Alan!" and swooned.

She came so hard that Suzanne had to grab her to prevent her from hitting her head on the poolside concrete. Since Suzanne was just getting started, she figured that most of Susan's excitement must have come from imagining the dildo really was Alan.

"How does it feel?" Suzanne asked. "Pretty good, eh?"

Susan had grown extremely familiar with the taste of Alan's penis, and had come to love his cum and sucking it out of his prick as a wonderful end in itself. So generally she tried to use thoughts of tasting his cum to drive away the growing, aching need to have her pussy filled up. But now, with a dildo deep inside her, she was suddenly reminded how great it felt to have her pussy fully occupied. She wanted more of the same. Much more.

"It feels ... filling. Fulfilling," she finally answered. "I'm so happy imagining that's Alan Junior that I'm having a hard time holding back the tears. He loves me!"

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Susan. I haven't even started to move it. Why don't we try that now?" Suzanne slowly began pulling the dildo in and out.

Susan's mind was blown at just how much it was like fucking, except that the only man she'd ever fucked was her husband Ron, and his penis couldn't compare with the dildo. Ron's penis was nearly as long as Alan's but it was quite thin. She loved the dildo; compared to it, Ron's penis felt like a pencil.

"Oh my GOOOOODDD!" Susan cried.

"You like that, eh?" Suzanne chuckled. "You know, Alan's cock is a little bit longer and a little bit thicker."

"No! No way! Oh my GOD! This feels too full, too good, already! Damn my pencil-dicked husband! I want Alan to completely spoil me for Ron! Promise me you'll never put anything in there thicker than Alan Junior. I want him to be the ultimate experience."

"I promise."

Suzanne taught Susan a lot about dildos that day. After manually manipulating a dildo on her friend, the two went inside for fear of getting too much sun.

Suzanne considered teaching Susan the joys of using a strap-on, but decided, That's too much like real fucking. If I do that, it'll lessen the impact of her first time with Alan. Maybe she can do it to me, but I shouldn't do it to her until she's been with Alan. In any case, she's all fucked out now.

But the day was long. After the two of them had rested a bit, Suzanne showed Susan an egg-shaped vibrator, especially good for clitoris stimulation. It buzzed and shook inside Susan while Suzanne took another one and stuck it in her own pussy.

"God, how many dildos do you carry around with you in your bag?" Susan asked in wonder. "And I thought I was naughty!"

The two of them were still laughing when the phone rang. It turned out to be Susan's husband, calling from Thailand. Susan was no longer bothered by thoughts of morality, religion, or infidelity. She chatted amicably with Ron while Suzanne plunged the vibrating egg in and out of her happy friend.

Susan loved the irony of being pleasured while on the phone, but she couldn't keep up her end of the conversation very convincingly. She made up an excuse that someone was at the door and cut the call off early.

"How's your tiny-dicked husband doing?" Suzanne asked as soon as the phone was put down.

"Suzanne. That's not nice."

"But you were just calling him a pencil-dick."

"I know, but he's MY husband. Despite everything I still have some lingering loyalty to him. Somehow, it's okay for me to insult him, but not you. Anyway, are you trying to get me in trouble? I could barely keep from moaning out loud."

Suzanne took the opportunity to begin doing so. She joked, "In any case, I think it's more politically correct to call him my 'thick penis-challenged husband.'"

They both had a good laugh. "Was there any special reason for him calling?" Suzanne asked.

"No. It was just his usual twice a month phone call. Thank God he's not coming home anytime soon, he says. He might come back for Christmas. I can't believe how uppity I got when he was here a few weeks ago. What a waste of good cocksucking time that was!. So much has changed since. Just imagine if he had one of those video cameras, and saw me lying naked with you pushing that plastic cock in and out of me even while talking to him on the phone! The way men are, maybe he's bored of me and would get excited by the sight of you."

Now that Ron had been brought up, Suzanne said, "By the way, I told you that I made sure to check to see if Ron had any STDs. Well, he's still in the clear on that, though it takes six months to be completely sure. However, I'm still convinced that Ron is cheating on you. How is it that your husband could be so sexually obtuse and hardly ever make love to you? I've had a theory, especially with his company sending him to Thailand so often. So I've been checking things out for you."

"What's so bad about Thailand?"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Susan, you're innocence is sweet, but it can be frustrating. Basically, Bangkok is the worldwide center for sex tourism. They have prostitution of all kinds, and I do mean ALL kinds. I've hired a private investigator to see just how Ron has his fun over there. I should be getting results back any day now. It might come in handy if you get a divorce."

"I don't know. I mean, even with you saying that you feel so strongly that he's cheating, it feels underhanded to spy on him. Isn't there a better way?"

"I knew you'd have problems with it, so that's why I just went ahead and did it. Consider it done. I just wanted to warn you so you won't be shocked when we get the results back."

Susan acquiesced with continued silence. She thought, Suzanne's probably right. He's cheating or... something. He has no sexual or romantic interest in me whatsoever, whereas people say I'm a 'perfect ten' in looks. There's something really wrong and it's a good thing Suzanne is taking charge and getting to the bottom of it.

Let's face it. A divorce is looking so likely. But what'll I do then? He's Mister Moneybags. How will I make a living? Let's not go there. Not today. I'm having too much fun with my best friend. Finally, she said, "Thanks. I'm such a mess about that. I'm glad that you've taken action. You're such a good friend."

Suzanne waved a hand dismissively. "Don't mention it. You've helped me out so many times too."

Abruptly changing topics, Susan said, "Back to dildos. Thanks for setting me straight on those."

"My pleasure," Suzanne said honestly. "And yours too." She reached up and pinched Susan's nipple. "I know! Let's practice greeting each other again!"

"I'm quite mad at you," Susan said in mock anger as she lent in to kiss her friend. "Keeping dildos and your sexy body away from me all these years! How could you?"

The two of them practiced with dildos for many more hours. Suzanne refrained from giving or receiving any pussy licking because that didn't further her goal of getting Susan's pussy too sore to fuck. She did succeed in reaching that goal though, and then some.

CHAPTER 5

Meanwhile, back at school Alan was determined to make a change. As soon as first period ended and he walked into the busy hallway for the five minute break to get to the next class, he saw Heather pushing through the crowd, headed directly for him.

He thought, I know what's going to happen. She's going to want me to do even more sexual stuff. But I'm putting my foot down. It's time to slow things down so I have the energy to properly focus on the women I love the best. Now is when I have to spell it out.

As Heather came up, Alan preempted her and said, "Hey Heather. How was your weekend?" He was making idle chatter, aware that others could hear.

Heather gave a short, routine reply, "Enh. Same ol', same ol'."

He continued before she could say more, "I could really use a smoke next period. Why don't we go share a smoke, if you know what I mean? I'm sure Kim, Joy, and Janice would like one too."

That was the code language to meet in the theater room during the next break. Sure enough, an hour later, Alan quickly made his way to the theater room and found the four cheerleaders he specified already there.

Time was tight with only a five minute break, so Heather started talking before he even finished closing the door. "Nice to see you, Alan. I'm glad you called us together because we've got some urgent painting needs to discuss. It seems that Joy and Janice want to go without underwear for the week again, and Kim does too. I'm half tempted myself. I was thinking that maybe we could get the whole team-"

Alan cut her off. "Now, wait a minute. I know what you're going to say. You want me to be the painter again. I applaud your sexual freedom and daring, but I can't help out this time, or on any other week. I have other responsibilities during lunch and after school."

Kim, meanwhile, was already moving in to jack Alan off while he talked. She didn't care if that was wildly inappropriate to the mood or if there wasn't time, she just wanted her hands on a penis. She generally hated men but loved penises.

Alan literally brushed her away, saying, "Thanks Kim, but not now." Then to the whole group, he went on, "Sorry. I really like all of you, but that's how it goes. The painting is easy. Anyone can do it and I can help with the supplies. You don't need me to be the one with the brush."

His lecture didn't go over too well. However, they could see that he was unusually determined.

Janice spoke first and used his comments as an excuse to get another dig in at her enemy. "Thanks a ton, Heather." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Looks like you're such a bitch that you put him off of all of us."

Heather shot back, "Hey, you brainless twat, the pot calls the kettle black. I'll have you know that-"

Alan interrupted again. "Stuff it, you two. This recent bickering is annoying me, but that's not the main problem. The problem is, I have to be somewhere else at lunch."

Heather looked at him skeptically. "Your job with Ms. Rhymer, I presume." She said the word "job" as if it deserved quote marks.

"Yes," he said defiantly. "It's a very important job. I help her with some routine tasks like filing papers, filling out forms, engaging in routine..."

Joy snidely whispered to Janice, "He's filling something of Ms. Rhymer's and it's not a form."

However, Alan overheard that and stopped in mid-sentence. "Joy, I heard that, and I resent it. This job is completely on the level."

Heather was clever. She suggested, "Then I suppose you won't mind if we sit in on your little lunch work sessions every day. Starting today. What do you think, girls? Doesn't that sound like fun?"

The others all vocally agreed.

Alan's confident demeanor faltered for a second, but then he put on a hurt face. "I'm insulted. All of you! Don't you trust what I'm-"

Heather now cut him off. "Come on, Alan. You can fool everyone else with this Ms. Rhymer's assistant shit, because most folks still think you're the goody-goody nerdy type. Old stereotypes die hard. But we know better. Whenever you split your lunch time and come running from her classroom to here, you're practically doused in her perfume. A couple of times you even had traces of her lipstick here and there. Don't insult our intelligence."

Alan was flummoxed. He paused for some long moments. Even though he was pretty much caught red-handed, he decided not to admit anything, no matter what. "Look, I really don't know what you're talking about. Not EVERYTHING is about sex, you know. I'm also trying to get into a top notch university and stuff like this is going to look very good on my applications."

Heather, obviously not believing a word he'd said, replied, "Oh, come on, who do you think you're fooling? What kind of virile teenaged guy, given the choice of fucking any of the school's cheerleaders or grading papers, is going to pick grading papers? The only way you'd turn down the likes of centerfold material, such as myself" - she briefly struck a pose for him - "is if you have someone else to fuck. You're with Ms. Rhymer, she's admittedly reasonably attractive, although she can't hold a candle to me, ergo, you're fucking her."

Alan tried to play upon Heather's great ego. "If you're the hottest sex bomb in school, then why would I spend so much time with her instead of you, even if it was fucking? That makes no sense."

"I don't know," Heather said more defensively, "but that's what's happening. I'm going to prove it, and I'm going to fix it. Either you come to your senses and fuck me regularly just like you promised in our parking lot deal or I'll let everyone know just what you and Glory are really up to."

Kim, though, piped up. "Come on, Heather. As much as I'd like more of Alan's time, I'm not going to blackmail him and fuck up his life and a teacher's life. You go too far."

It seemed the others wanted to say the same thing, but Kim just happened to be the first. There were a few "yeah's." Janice added, "Heather, you are desPICable!"

Alan tried the high road approach. "Heather, people say a lot of nasty things about you, but I think you're better than that. I admire you. You tease and try your best, but you're not the kind of person to actually blackmail someone." He belatedly added, "Not that you'd have any blackmail material since nothing's happened between her and me."

Heather found herself saying, "Yeah, I guess blackmail is a bit low." In actual fact she would have done it in a heartbeat, but she realized that she'd be foolish to bite the hand that fed her. She'd hoped the threat would be enough to get him to cave in, but was surprised that he didn't. She knew that if she actually followed through, she'd make an enemy out of him and probably never feel the fullness of being invaded by his big dick again.

But that didn't slow her down much. She was already thinking up new angles.

Alan spoke. "Look, everyone. Let's call a spade a spade. You don't need me to paint. That's just an excuse so we can get together and fuck. I'm open to that, sometimes, but I have an official girlfriend now, Amy, and there's my responsibilities with Glory, I mean, Ms. Rhymer, and there are some others too. I'm spread thin. Janice, Joy, and Heather, you all have boyfriends. In fact, Heather, you have a whole bunch of boy toys from what I understand. Let's get together on special occasions sometimes and your boyfriends will take care of you the rest of the time. Is that so bad?"

The others mumbled and grumbled but didn't overtly contest his suggestion.

Alan looked up at the clock. "Would you look at the time? We're all going to be late to class. I've got to run. We can talk about this some more later. And I trust that if we're going to remain friends, none of you will stab me in the back and ruin our special arrangement by doing anything stupid like blackmail or spreading lies about me and Ms. Rhymer, right? I wouldn't be able to see ANY of you any more at all, if that were to happen, because I wouldn't know who was responsible for telling. Later!"

He took off. His statement about not knowing who would tell was true, but it was also a subtle bit of blackmail that was clear to all. Despite his protestations against blackmail, he figured he had to play hardball when it came to Heather.

As he closed the door behind him, he thought, Phew. That went much better than I expected. They're really all right. Even Heather seemed reasonable.

But as the others made to go, Heather said to them, "Wait a sec. You all agree with me that he must be boning Ms. Rhymer, right?"

The others nodded, even Janice.

"Sure he is. And I, for one, am not going to stand for it. There's only lunch time for her or for us, not both. But don't you see? We don't have to blackmail him or the teacher. We only have to get them to break up, and there are lots of ways to do that. Then he'll be ours, each and every lunch. I've got a plan forming in my mind that involves a video camera. Who's with me?"

There were no takers.

Janice flipped Heather the bird. "Heather, you make me sick. I'm not happy if he chooses that teacher over us, but that's his choice. I'm not going to go around ruining people's lives if they aren't fucking me over. I mean, sure, he's fun to play with, but he's not like THAT amazing. Stop being so greedy."

The others basically agreed though they weren't so blatant about it. With time short, they all left the room after only a little more conversation.

But Heather wasn't about to give up. She thought to herself, So. That's the way it's going to be. Everyone else always lets me down. Even my best friend Simone sometimes doesn't have the stomach to do what needs to be done.

Screw them all. I'm going to do whatever it takes to get what I want. Get between him and Ms. Rhymer? Easy as pie. They're in such a vulnerable position. Get between him and Amy? Even easier. Amy is a complete pushover. I could probably talk her into eating her own shoe. And what about these mysterious others he's boning? I have a very strong hint that at least one of them has a name that sounds a lot like Katherine, and she looks a lot like his sister. Incest. Man, I can knock that one out of the park with my eyes closed. I've got so much on Alan that he'll have to take me as his girlfriend. I just need to do a little legwork, get some evidence, lay some plans...

I am Heather Morgan, queen of this school! No one gets the better of me!

CHAPTER 6

Alan's fourth period class taught by Glory seemed quite strange.

In the middle of a lecture, Glory suddenly announced a surprise test in the form of an in-class essay. The students would have to spend the rest of the class writing an answer to a question she posed.

Alan suspected that she made up the test and the question on the spot.

Then she got up to leave, saying that she'd be back shortly. On her way out she stopped by Alan's desk and slipped him a note she'd just written during the first couple of minutes of their essay assignment. It read,

My dear favorite Young Man,

This is incredibly dangerous writing you a note like this, our affair is probably going to get me fired one of these days. But that just makes me all the more aroused. I got so hot looking at you and thinking about what we're going to do during lunch that I can't take it any more. I have to go fuck myself in the bathroom right now or else I'm liable to start fingering myself right in front of everyone. I started thinking what if I just pretend to be scratching an itch between my legs, maybe no one will notice. I almost did it, too, standing in front of the blackboard, and only refrained because I knew that once I started touching myself down there I wouldn't be able to stop! Stop me the next time you see me starting to do something crazy in class like that!

I'm going to go take the edge off with a couple of climaxes. Know that while you write your essay, I'm in a bathroom stall down the hallway with my skirt up above my ass and my fingers deep in my hole, thinking only of you. I want you to fuck me. Hard. For the whole forty minutes of lunch. Drill me! Every single instant that you can! Get ready to whip your clothes off in record time because I want your monster teacher-tamer to be in me before the last student closes the door. Good luck finishing your essay while you think about all that, tee hee hee!

I'm so ready for this interminable class to be over. If you even think about running off to your cheerleader friends today, I'm going to have to strangle you to death with my bare hands, and I'm only half kidding. You're making me crazy with lust!

Please utterly destroy this note. I think going to the bathroom at the end of class and eating it isn't too extreme a safety precaution. I only wish you could join me in the ladies room right now, but don't!

Love,
Glory

Alan looked around and noticed with relief that everyone was so busy with their tests that they didn't even notice he'd been handed a note. He pondered what a huge scandal it would be if anyone else had read it.

Alan tried to get back to work. But needless to say, he had trouble finishing his essay. All he could think about was Glory jilling herself in the bathroom at that very moment.

But by and by, he began to think about tangential things. Not only did the note arouse him, it also made him wonder if Glory might not be getting too excitable and possessive.

In the end, he switched from writing about the assigned topic to writing about all the things he was going to do to Glory at lunch. As soon as he made the change, his stalled pen started to fly across the page. He figured that she'd get a kick out of reading it later.

He actually did eat the note in the bathroom by excusing himself for a bathroom break not long before the period ended.

Finally, the end of class came. Glory and Alan waited until the last student closed the door, then Alan went to lock it. He started fumbling with his clothes, but Glory just sat back in her chair, seemingly in no hurry at all.

The first words Alan said were, "Aren't you gonna get naked? Like the note said?"

Glory chuckled. "That was before I got off in the bathroom. Three times, actually. I'm much better now. I have my self control back. If you would have caught me fifteen minutes ago, I would have promised you anything and worshipped your cock like it was the god of a new religion. But now that we're all relaxed..."

"Hey. You're relaxed. I'm still bursting with cum." Alan finished taking his clothes off, despite her toying with him.

She smiled naughtily. "Correction. Now that I'm all relaxed, let's do this right. I'm up for playing a role play. How about you?"

Alan groaned. He wanted instant relief and this meant more delay. But he was always polite and amenable. "Dang it. Okay, but let's make this quick. I'll play the naked student who sees his beautiful history teacher behind her desk and walks straight up to her and fucks her silly." He walked towards her, intent on carrying that out.

Glory laughed. "Very cute. Far too realistic though. Come up with something better."

Alan was positively peeved. She seems to think we have all the time in the world. What's with her? Is this her way of reasserting herself after cravenly begging for cock on the phone over the weekend? That would make sense. But she can only have the control to do it if she gets off first. Grrr. Well, I'll show her a role play!

"Okay, Glory. But you do as I say, and don't waste time. First off, I'm gonna turn off the light and shut the blinds." He immediately started doing so. "It's night time. You've stayed extra late at school, grading papers. You went to your car, but it wouldn't start. There was no one around to help. So now you're walking home. Get up and start walking."

Glory did so. She more or less walked in place, since there wasn't far to go in walking from one side of the classroom to the other. But she did make forward progress ever so slowly.

Alan meanwhile continued pulling down the Venetian blinds on all the windows, one by one. The room was becoming quite dark.

"Okay. Good," he said. "Unfortunately, you have to walk through a bad neighborhood to get home. A very, very bad neighborhood. It's late. It's dark. You're scared. As you walk down a dark alley way, you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You turn around, but there's no one there. The steps have stopped. But when you start up again, they start up too. You keep walking. The steps are coming closer. You stop again."

Glory actually stopped each time he had her stopping in his narrative. She looked over her shoulder.

Alan was still pulling down blinds, but he finally finished. He rushed his naked body over towards Glory but there was nowhere for him to hide in a wide open room. But she was past her desk by now, more or less standing behind where she usually sat, so he crouched down and hid below the side of her desk.

He continued, "You start walking again now, but you're scared."

Glory spoke. "I am!"

"Good. The footsteps resume. They're coming closer. Closer." He stood up. Looking around for something to use, he grabbed a ruler off of the desk. Then he rushed behind Glory and drew the ruler across her neck. It had a metal edge on one side, and he put that edge up to her skin.

She shuddered when she felt the cold metal because she momentarily thought he really did have a knife.

He whispered in a low and gravelly voice, "Lady, your money or your life!"

Glory was trembling, though Alan couldn't tell if it was acting or if he'd successfully set the scene. She whispered back, "Take what you want. Anything. Just don't hurt me!"

Alan paused. He breathed down her neck. "Anything, huh?" He started to trace the shape of her collar bone with the edge of the ruler. His voice was gravelly and ugly, not gravelly and sexy like Suzanne's.

She shivered again. She was really getting into it.

"Hmm. You're a pretty nice lookin' lady. Too bad you were walking down here. Almost makes me think you were asking for it."

"For what?"

"To get raped. By a real nasty man." Alan suddenly dropped the ruler to just below her skirt and used it to pull the skirt up. Then, holding the skirt with a hand, he used the ruler to pull her panties down. He ripped the panties in the process, which he thought was an appropriate touch. Then he poked at her pussy with the ruler.

She gasped.

He felt around her crotch with his other hand, reaching through her legs.

"A-ha! You're wet. What kind of hussy would be wet from the instant a dirty man starts to touch her in a dark alleyway?" He sloshed his finger around her pussy lips - they were very wet indeed.

Glory made a signal with her hands and said, "Time out. Alan, that's no fair. I was wet from before. I was soaked before we even started, just thinking what we'd do."

"But why are you so freely flowing right now? You're about as drippy as I've ever seen you." He diddled with her clit until she let out a tortured moan.

She protested, "But that's only because I know it's you and I'm not really being raped. I don't get turned on by rape. I'm a liberated woman."

He brought the ruler back up to her neck, only now it reeked of and dripped her pussy juices. "That may be. All I know is you can't say this isn't turning you on. The time out is over."

He suddenly drew the ruler across her neck, pressing into her skin a little. She shuddered again, and Alan realized that she just came.

He whispered right into her ear with his ugly voice, "Nice lady, I don't want your money. Or, I don't want just your money. I think I'll fuck you first. Then I'm going to take you back to the warehouse where my whole gang is going to fuck you silly. We're going to tie you up and drench you in cum. There's gonna be nasty men pounding into every hole all at once. You're going to be a sperm receptacle until you can't walk. Then we'll take your cum-glazed body and throw it into the street so other nasty men can find you and do the same to you. If you're walking home, expect it to take you a couple weeks of hard core fucking before you get there."

Glory suddenly turned around, looked at Alan right in the eye, and said angrily, "Okay, young man, that's it! I've had enough!"

Alan wasn't sure what she meant. He wondered, Did I go too far? By using rape as a fantasy did I cross an uncrossable line of bad taste?

But it wasn't her intention to complain. She literally ripped her blouse open. Buttons went flying everywhere. Within seconds she had her skirt off and her bra off. Her sleeves and panty hose still remained only because she couldn't be bothered to take the time to get them off. She said huskily, "Enough playing around. Fuck me already, you nasty man! And don't lose the ruler!"

Alan roughly pulled her to the floor, and she mewled with great pleasure as he did so. He growled, "Here ya go, nice lady! Take my big, fat, smelly cock, because it's gonna fill your hole and then some!"

She cried, "No! Don't! NoooOOOOoooo!"

For once, Alan knew not to listen, and not stop. He pushed in deep, and fucked her hard and fast.

She replied with alternate cries of "Don't!" and then "Stop!" "Don't!" "Stop!" Eventually the thrusts were coming so fast that the don'ts and stops were blurring into each other. Finally, she was very clearly and deliberately yelling, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Alan in fact didn't stop. These fast, intense fucks were usually over quickly, but not this time. He focused hard on not cumming, and held out a remarkably long time. It seemed that in what was still a less than ten minute fuck, he fucked her in every conceivable position. First he lay on top of her, then with barely a pause he flipped her over, then he pulled her up and bent her over her desk and fucked her doggy style. Then, dramatically, he swept the desk clean, laid her across it, draped her legs over each side and then fucked her there.

The entire time, he remained in character, grunting and moaning with a low, menacing, and rough voice. As he picked up Glory and put her on her desk, he muttered, "Move it, pretty lady."

All that caused whimpers and sighs of delight in Glory.

When she got so excited that she started screaming loudly and piercingly, Amy-style, Alan clasped a hand over her mouth and muffled her cries. He realized with pleasure that that was not only necessary to prevent their being found it, but it was also in keeping with the role play.

He literally fucked her backwards down the desk. They both came in an Earth-shattering climax before Glory reached the other end of the desk.

Then they just lay in place on the desk, huffing and puffing for many minutes.

When they finished, the first thing Glory said was, "I always wanted to do that 'don't stop' thing. 'Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop. Don't stop! Don't stop!' But I never actually did, even with my boyfriend of two plus years. He would have found it childish. You, on the other hand, young man, make me lose all my inhibitions. Whatever am I going to do with you?" She playfully traced her finger along his jaw.

Alan replied in his low rapist voice, "Sorry 'bout that lady. I'm sure we'll find 'em here in the alley somewhere. Now, speaking of missing, where did you put your purse? I still want your money."

She laughed and nudged him in the arm. "Curse you, young man. You just fuck too well and you're far too clever. I could never have imagined that you could equal our first fuck, but you just about did it. Damn! Not only did you knock my pencil sharpener to the floor and break it, but you ripped my blouse. Good thing I figured you'd do that one of these days and kept some spare clothes in my closet."

Alan just smiled. He too was a bit surprised how intense their love-making could get. Glory seemed to bring something special out of him, and the role plays helped a lot too.

As they sat in the afterglow, cradling each other in casual embrace, Glory commented, "You realize I'll never look at THAT ruler in the same way again, don't you? I'll have to get a new ruler that looks completely different from that one if I ever hope to teach with dry panties again. That one goes back to my apartment. I may break it out from time to time for 'special assignments,' if you know what I mean."

He answered, "I actually know exactly what you mean. I have an image of you standing in front of the classroom holding a ruler and stroking it up and down like you were jacking off a penis. That was just a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it's permanently burned into my brain forever. In fact, isn't it the same ruler?"

She smiled in fond remembrance. "In fact, it is. This puppy definitely goes into the ruler hall of fame." She looked at the ruler, beaming.

But then she looked at him with concern. "But you ARE a bastard, you realize that? I was so keen on regaining some respect in your eyes after what you did to me over the weekend. I had half a mind to spank you really hard today. That's what I fantasized about all last night. But then you had to have this rape role play and expose me as being even more beholden to your glorious man-muscle. That's just plain cruel."

"Sorry. I was just feeling pissed off all of a sudden and decided to run with the emotion. It really wasn't an intentional thing. I just want to have fun."

"Never you mind. But know that you have a surprise spanking in your very near future, young man." She winked. "I'm shocked at the things that you reveal are arousing me. In this case I plead that it wasn't really the rape fantasy so much as knowing how you were going to blow my brains out with the way you fuck. And of course you did. But the good news is, we still have a goodly amount of time left. I've got another surprise test for you. Show me how good you are at licking a cunt. Three climaxes for your teacher is an A."

Alan saluted. "Yes, ma'am. ... Oh. By the way, you don't have to worry about me running off to the cheerleaders any more. I told Heather and her pals that my lunches will be spent only with you from now on. Turns out they pretty much guessed what we've been up to. I still denied everything. At least they've sworn to keep quiet." He bent down, ready to start licking.

But Glory held him back. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait one minute. How did they suspect?"

Alan had a hard time coming up with an answer. But in the end he decided that with Glory's job potentially on the line if she got found out, he needed to give her the whole truth. "It's kind of embarrassing. They seem to think that you're beautiful, and I like having sex with beautiful women, ergo, if you and I are alone it means we're having sex. The flipside of the argument is, what would a perpetually horny teenaged boy rather do for lunch? Fuck cheerleaders silly or innocently grade papers?"

"That's it?" Glory asked.

"Yeah, that's it. They don't have any hard proof so I'm going to keep stonewalling." He finished bending down said and put his tongue to work.

Glory moaned "Oh, Alan!" in response to both his tongue finding her clit and the good news. But after the happy surprise wore off, she began to consider the implications. This is so dangerous. Now a bunch of young, gossipy girls could hold my career in their hands. Especially Heather. I know that Heather. She, at least, doesn't like to lose. I'll bet that she's going to strike back, and I'll naturally be in the sights of her rifle. But I'm no pushover. Bring it on, baby, bring it on!

At that very moment, Heather stood outside the door to Glory's classroom. She had a cup up to the door, which allowed her to hear some of what was happening inside. Thanks to excellent sound proofing she couldn't hear any of the words and in fact she could barely hear anything at all. But from time to time she'd just barely catch what she guessed was the sound of a woman's scream.

She smiled smugly. A-ha! I was right. Naturally. I'm always right. And Alan obviously is the stud I said he was. If a woman is hot and Alan sees her, he's gonna be banging her over a table before too long.

Shit. It's going to be hard to keep that wandering cock all to myself. But I'm gonna do it or my name isn't Heather Morgan. Heh!

Had Heather been able to hear Glory's "bring it on, baby" challenge, she would have looked Glory right in the eyes and replied, "Don't worry. I'll bring it on and then some. You're going down!"

CHAPTER 7

Ironically, given Alan's new resolution to distance himself from the cheerleaders, the first thing he did after school was go and fuck three of them.

Monday afternoon normally meant another "S-Club" meeting (or "S-A-Club meeting" as everyone but Alan now called them), now that Katherine and Alan were no longer grounded.

Alan was going to cancel it due to his huge homework load, but then Kim announced at the end of school that Amy would be joining them as well. He realized what a good and fun idea that was, so he couldn't resist the invitation. He figured it didn't really go against his new cheerleader stance, since two of the cheerleaders in question were Amy and Katherine.

Alan, Katherine, and Amy drove together. When they got to Kim's house, Alan was surprised to see that the girls all went to Kim's room and sat down, fully clothed, and started acting as if they really were in a normal club.

Kim sat in a chair facing the other three sitting on her bed and appeared to lead the meeting. She pounded on her arm rest and said with an amused smirk on her face, "The meeting of the Service Alan Club will come to order."

Katherine immediately raised her hand and Kim called on her. "Yes, Katherine?"

Alan's sister spoke in a mock officious and nerdy tone. "I suggest we all get naked and immediately start servicing Alan. It is, after all, the core mission of our organization."

Kim smiled and nodded in agreement. "Indeed. If I may quote the mission statement of our organization, which I've memorized, 'Service Alan with our cunts, asses, tits, and mouths. Drain him dry.' It's pretty simple, really. Does any one second the motion?"

Amy raised her hand. "I do. But I want to make clear that we're all united in determination to make Alan feel so horny and so good that he doesn't know up from down. Maybe we can put that in the official record or something. I propose we start by having one girl strip the clothes off another while the third begins cocksucking without further ado."

Kim replied, "I agree. Katherine what do you think of that suggestion? Oooh. Looks like Amy has already nominated herself for the cocksucking part. You go, girl. That's what our organization needs: take charge go-getters!"

Amy had dropped between Alan's legs and had his penis far down her throat in a near deep throating.

Kim said to Katherine, "That leaves you and me to get started with the visual stimulation. All in favor say 'aye' or wrap your tongue around a cock."

Alan, Kim, and Katherine said "aye."

Alan then announced gleefully, "I can safely say that Amy voted yes as well."

"Good." Kim stood up, then reached out a hand and helped Katherine up. "Katherine, we at the Service Alan Club have to acknowledge that since you're his sister, he gets most aroused by you and fucks you the most. Not to mention, you have a damn fine body which we all adore. So it's only appropriate that you strip first. All in favor of that motion say 'aye' or stick your finger up Alan's ass."

Alan gasped. "Oh! I can again confirm Amy joined in with the ayes." He also realized that Amy somehow was managing to take off her own clothes even while mostly keeping her hands on his privates. She enjoyed rubbing her nipples across the skin of his legs at every opportunity.

Kim put on a collection of James Brown's greatest hits.

Katherine stood before Alan and began dancing to the funky beat while Kim, also dancing, worked on removing her friend's clothes. There was a lot of licking and kissing and fondling. Before long, a good deal of Kim's clothing came off too.

Alan bounced around on the bed, enjoying the music.

Even Amy bounced and sucked cock to the beat.

Before long, Kim and Katherine were naked and sexually assaulting each other with abandon right in front of Alan.

Then the song "Sex Machine" came on. Kim paused in her sucking of one of Katherine's tits (though her fingers in Katherine's pussy didn't cease moving). She said, "All those in favor of declaring Alan the official number one sex machine of our high school, say aye or deep throat him."

That was a challenge for Amy, since she'd never deep throated before. But she'd been reading up on it, and more importantly getting tips from Suzanne in recent days. They'd even discussed deep throating. As a result, she was able to take him all the way with only a little bit of gagging. She couldn't hold it long, and it was a far cry from one of Glory's expert jobs, but it was a good start.

He patted Amy on the head encouragingly.

Katherine joked in a deadpan voice, "It looks like the measure passes. I resolve that Alan stays on the scene like a, like a, sex machine."

Alan, also quoting from the James Brown song, replied equally seriously, "Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do MY thang. Movin', doin' it, you know."

Everyone laughed.

Then Alan continued in a more normal voice, "I also have a proposal. I propose that we get down to some serious fucking already. Amy is such a naturally talented cocksucker and now upcoming deep throater, and this mutual striptease and grope session is so arousing that I don't think I can last much longer. And I get to unload in women's mouths all the time. I want to deposit this load in a nice, warm pussy."

Kim disengaged from Katherine and clapped her hands to get attention. "You heard him, girls. We Service Alan Club members must act like a well-oiled machine to give him maximum pleasure."

Katherine suggested, "More like a well-lubed, dripping, and juicy pussy sex machine."

Kim replied officiously. "I stand corrected. Please make the proper correction in the minutes for the meeting. Quick. Let's assume our positions and bust out the condoms. Oh, wait. First we must vote on Alan's proposal. All in favor say 'aye' or put one of Alan's balls in your mouth and suck on it."

To Kim's surprise, she was the only one who had to say "aye." Katherine dropped down and joined Amy so each of them took one of his balls in their mouths.

Alan didn't even know that was physically possible, but the two girls managed to find room cheek to cheek. Alan was too overwhelmed by the resulting sensation to remember to vote.

Kim joked, "I take it that's an abstention from Alan, but the motion carries by three votes to none."

Kim then roused everyone up. She clapped her hands to get attention and repeated, "Let's assume our positions. Katherine, as Alan's sister and the possessor of one of the finest tasting pussies in the known universe, a fact I can personally attest to, it's only right that you get fucked first and often. So assume the position on the bed and spread your sopping and incestuous thighs real wide."

Katherine saluted and did so.

Then Kim turned to Alan. "Alan, you fuck your sister sitting up. That way, Amy and I have more of you and her to play with. Amy, since you have arguably the biggest tits of us all, your main job is to satisfy Alan's tit craving. Keep them buried in his face until he's drowning in tit flesh. Alan, reward her by sucking her nipples as much as you can. Also, Amy, you can sit on Katherine's face and still lean forward for your tit duties. Sound good?"

"M'kay! Sounds super!" Amy naturally reacted with great enthusiasm.

They all started to assume their positions.

Kim spoke mostly to herself now. "That leaves me, little Kim, in charge of Alan's back side. This mostly means I get to lick and finger his asshole, though I'm going to keep my hard little nips digging in his manly back at every opportunity. That's it, Alan, plow your sister's fertile fields deep and fill her with your incestuous brother-cum...."

Kim's orchestration of events and her taking the least desirable spot had a purpose. Given Alan's earlier announcement to the cheerleaders that he'd be devoting all his school lunches to "working" with Glory, not to mention his near cancellation of today's Service Alan Club meeting, she knew she was very lucky to have him there at all. So she went out of her way to please him in every possible way, hoping that would encourage him to come back to use her house to fuck again and again.

She was very successful. Alan had a great time, and her organization of events helped. For instance, after he finished fucking Katherine, Kim sat up in the bed and announced, "Okay Alan, to get you warmed up for your next fucking, I say we give you a triple blowjob. Have you ever had one of those before?"

"Nope." He grinned. "I can't say it sounds like a bad idea, though."

"Today's your first then. We're going to have to work this out so we can fit three heads around it. Let's see. Alan, you go sit on the edge of the bed..."

They got it all arranged, and sure enough, three tongues were soon busy licking his rod at the same time. They got it hard in seconds, and then kept going on it. One tongue and mouth typically sucked on his penis head, but made sure not to go too far down so the others could have room. Another tongue generally focused just on his sensitive spot below the head, and the third went roaming at the base, with a hand or two usually assisting by rubbing. And that's not to mention the hands and tongues that worked on his balls and anus.

They'd do that for a while, and then switch positions, with the penis head sucking spot being the most coveted one.

Alan meanwhile closed his eyes and let his hands roam freely, not looking where they were going. There was always a tit, or ass, or pussy to fondle. It seemed that whomever he touched would soon respond with an orgasm. He felt a bit like Santa Claus, except he was handing out climaxes wherever he went instead of wrapped presents. He felt that it was nice, too, to just take directions for once (from Kim the conductor) and not have to be the one leading events.

Alan was struck, though not for the first time, at just how wet and sticky most sexual acts were. With three tongues lapping frantically on his penis, it became positively drenched in saliva and pre-cum. The girls' faces grew increasingly sticky too, even before he came on them. He found that the more he took part in sex, the less he thought of all the bodily fluids as gross and actually came to love seeing the look of wet skin, drenched in sweaty, juicy sex.

The girls stopped at his command just before he hit his climax.

Then he took a typical recovery break so he could save his load for another fuck. As he sat back on the bed and idly pulled on the two clits nearest his reach, he commented, "Wow. Thank you all. A triple blow is so great. I mean, not only does it feel fantastic, but it's such a power trip to have three girls all so eager to get a piece. The way you three all subtly jostle and fight to take control of a bigger piece of cock - I actually like that."

Amy answered, "We're in the Service Alan Club. That's our job. I'm soooo all over that duty. It's so funtastic! The only bummer is when there's not enough official boyfriend Alan cock to service."

Alan swung over her. "Good answer. I'll show you something else that's fun. I'm going to fuck you a while, and then Kim. Meanwhile, Kim and Katherine, let me take Amy solo and you two have fun with each other lying right next to us."

Amy objected, though not very forcefully, "Don't you want to fuck Katherine some more? If that's what you want to do the most..."

He replied, "Now Amy, I know you're pretty selfless, but you can't possibly be that selfless. I know you want it, and you're gonna get it."

Kim added, "Sorry, Amy. I may be the president of the Service Alan Club, but Alan is the emperor and what he says goes. The votes are just for show because he's in complete charge and we just have to lie there and take it. I'm afraid you're going to be fucked down to the marrow of your bones. You are nothing but a big-titted, wide-assed cum receptacle at this point, honey."

Amy pretended anguish. "Oh dear." She squirmed around on the bed, flaunting all her charms in the process. "Whatever will I do? I'm just a helpless cunt!"

Kim joked, "Everyone in favor of Alan's motion to fuck that helpless but tasty cunt, signify by deep throating him. No 'ayes' this time."

That led to a lot of frustrated groans, since all the girls were bad at deep throating.

Alan groaned too, since he wanted to get on with the fucking, but he realized it would be good practice for the girls for later.

Kim and Katherine were hopelessly out to sea in deep throating technique, but Amy soon had them practicing the basics, even though it was mostly a case of the blind leading the blind.

Finally though, they were done with that. Since it was mostly an exercise in frustration and gagging, Alan still hadn't cum.

CHAPTER 8

As a result, he was chomping at the bit to finally get to fuck Amy. He raised a hand. "Good job, girls. Now, I'd like to make a motion that Amy lie down to get royally rammed. Kim and Katherine, you two can help maximize her fun by playing with her as we fuck. All in favor, raise your hand."

Kim complained, "Alan, you're the dictator here. No need for a vote. Lie down and get ready for a massive penetration, Amy."

But Alan said, "That may be true, but from my reading of history, the most successful dictators are benevolent dictators using a thin veneer of democracy for political cover."

"Fine," Kim mock-huffed. "But vote by raising hands? Booooo-ring. Let's amend that to vote aye by licking Alan's cock from base to tip, then back again."

An awful lot of "voting" ensued. Alan finally had to put his foot down and stop what was rapidly becoming another triple blowjob lest he cum before he could stick himself in Amy.

But eventually he was able to get Amy to lie down. He slipped a condom on, then lay on top of her and started to thrust in and out of her hot and sloppy wet but still extremely tight tunnel.

Kim and Katherine did have fun with Amy at the same time, while continuing to maintain the format of a formal meeting. While Alan plugged away, Kim said things like, "I would like to suggest a non-binding resolution that Alan fuck Amy harder."

Katherine replied, "While I don't oppose the fine suggestion from our esteemed Alan-slut, Kim Fields, I would alternately propose that Alan fuck Amy deeper."

"That indeed is a meritorious suggestion, and I have nothing but the deepest respect for my colleague and fellow Alan-slut Katherine Plummer. Might I suggest some political log rolling? Let's us jointly sponsor a resolution for Alan to fuck Amy both harder AND deeper."

"Why, what a brilliant idea!" Katherine giggled.

Alan was balls-deep in Amy, but he couldn't help but laugh. "You two! Cut it out! How can I concentrate on fucking when you're carrying on like that?"

"Quick Katherine, let's conclude this log rolling before we distract Alan any further."

"Log rolling? How about log pounding? Give it to her good, Brother! Dammit, fill her full of cum so you can do me next! God, how I wish you could fuck all of us at once."

Alan continued to fuck Amy while the other two played with Amy's body and hammed it up with more voting jokes.

Finally he came. Kim and Katherine had been jilling themselves at the same time, and it so happened that all four of them were able to climax at once.

Alan wondered if the resulting mutual scream might lead the neighbors to call the police, but Kim assured him that they would be okay. He took the condom off and was prepared to throw it away, but discovered that both Kim and Katherine wanted it.

Kim ended up winning a rock-paper-scissors contest for it, then sucked all the cum out of it.

Alan thought that was extremely strange and slightly gross, but he kept his mouth shut.

The four of them went downstairs for a snack break. None of them bothered with any clothes.

About fifteen minutes later, they were back in bed and ready for more.

Kim pulled out a condom and held it up. "How 'bout it, Alan? This is the Service Alan Club after all, and I feel like I've been remiss in my servicing duties."

Katherine, though, also pulled out a condom and held it up. But then she deliberately let it drop. "Big Railroad Spike Brother, I think that between my pills and diaphragm you can do me bareback, don't you?"

Alan looked back and forth between the two eager girls and then said, "Sorry, Kim. Bareback with my sister sounds pretty good."

"Shoot." Kim didn't have a diaphragm so she couldn't equal Katherine's double protection. She turned to Amy and consoled herself by playing with her.

In fact, Alan took full advantage of Kim's selfless attitude. His main goal was to fuck Amy and Katherine, and everyone knew that. That's pretty much what he did.

Alan did fuck Kim some after he was done with Katherine. However, he only fucked her until she had a nice climax and then pulled out.

Mindful of his promise to fuck Katherine twice for every time he fucked Amy, he then pulled off the condom he'd been using and went back to Katherine . He stuck his soaking wet dick back in her. He proceeded to fuck her good and hard until the two siblings came together.

After that, he didn't have any more cum or energy left.

Although Kim didn't get fucked much at all, she nonetheless had a very excellent time. To her, regular intercourse wasn't that big of a deal. She much preferred lesbian sex and/or blowjobs. So she was in heaven the whole time. Furthermore, not only did she get to suck Alan's condom dry, but Katherine allowed her to lick up the two cream pies Alan had left running down Katherine's bare pussy.

Kim loved that. She pointed out that it was like the best of both worlds: licking a pussy and eating Alan's sweet cum.

At one point near the end, Alan found himself cradling Amy in his arms. He asked her, "So Aims, what do you think of this foursome and our little club? Jealous? I know now that you do get jealous sometimes."

"It's great! What do YOU think, Mr. Official Boyfriend? Did we do a good job?" She cleverly avoided the jealousy issue.

"Good job? It was awesome. I'm probably the luckiest guy on earth. My only concern is that after another month or two of the fawning attitude you all have I'll be hopelessly spoiled and an insufferable jerk. Like, you know the whole 'sex machine' award you guys gave me earlier? I've got to pretend I didn't hear that, even though I love it. But the whole multiple partner orgy thing is awesome. Thanks, Kim, for inviting Amy and the rest of us."

"Yeah!" Amy agreed. "I second that motion!"

Everyone laughed.

She continued, "Can I stay in the club? Please? Please?" She looked back and forth at Kim and Katherine anxiously.

Kim and Katherine looked at each other and made a non-verbal agreement.

Then Kim said, "Of course, especially since Alan obviously wants it. After all, this is the Service Alan Club. But the question is, who should we add in the future?"

Katherine answered, "If Alan and I are both here, then we can't have anyone else. But if it's just one of us, then we could go for one of the other cheerleaders. We can't let anyone know about our incestuous secret."

Kim retorted, "Oh, come on! That secret can't be so secret amongst the cheerleaders. Heather at least totally has to suspect it by now. Don't you think we could invite her, and she wouldn't tell anyone?"

Katherine replied, "If she knows, that's one thing, but I'm not going to tell her if she doesn't. She's dangerous."

Alan agreed. "She's WAY dangerous. I don't trust her further than I can throw her. So don't even think about that."

"Fine," Kim harrumphed. "So what about someone like Suzanne? She's totally hot and bisexual. She's helping Alan in every way."

Katherine complained, "Hey! Let's not talk about the mother like this when the daughter's around, okay?" She looked significantly at Amy.

But Amy said, "It's okay. I don't mind. In fact, I'd love to do sexual stuff with her. That would be like, totally awesome."

"Whoa, Amy," Kim responded. "Do you realize what you're saying? That's real incest. She gave birth to you."

Amy bowed her head, and looked bummed. "Well, if you say it's so wrong, then I guess maybe it's not such a good idea. But I don't see what's so bad about it. Why is that wrong but all the stuff at the Plummer house is okay? It's not like she could get me pregnant. Wouldn't we all have a lot of fun?" Getting more animated, she continued, "I mean, isn't having fun what it's all about? I think everybody should fuck everybody and then we'd all be happy."

No one responded to Amy, but all three just stared at the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts. They all knew that, unfortunately, in the real world it wasn't that simple.

CHAPTER 9

Back at the Plummer house, Susan anxiously waited for Alan to come home.

Despite being pleasured by Akami and then Suzanne for most of the day, all the action only whetted Susan's appetite for the real thing: her son's penis. True, her pussy was sore, but that didn't stop her from hoping for more sexual play. She assumed that Alan would be eager after coming home from what wrongly she thought was a legitimate, college application-enhancing S-Club meeting.

But Alan disappointed her.

She waited for him in the kitchen, again wearing the apron she'd taken to usually wearing when doing kitchen duties. When he walked in she said, "Hello, Tiger. How'd the meeting go? Would you like a snack?"

Then sitting up on the kitchen sink, she spread her legs and said seductively, "Do you see anything you'd like to eat? Pie, perhaps? My muffin?"

She brought her hand towards her crotch, but at the last second pointed her finger in a completely different direction, indicating a plate on the counter containing both a slice of apple pie and a blueberry muffin. She laughed at her joke, and Alan laughed too.

But Alan was so tired, oversexed, and suddenly guilty about continuing to blow off his homework that he barely even batted an eye at behavior that would have given him a heart attack had it happened some weeks earlier. "Wow, Mom, you look soooo sexy. But don't tease me like that. You know that activity is very against the rules. I said this morning we've got to take it easy on the sexual stuff. I really should hit the books."

Susan was so horny after waiting hours for Alan to come home that she certainly wasn't going to let any of her perceived rules stop her. But she saw how tired he was and let him go.

Alan wanted to explain that he was this exhausted because he'd just spent a couple of hours fucking three cheerleaders. But he didn't have the heart to disappoint her like that and also didn't want to give away the secret true nature of the S-Club. If he did, then he wouldn't be able to use it as a means to fuck Katherine.

Dinner was nearly ready already, so everyone waited around to eat.

Alan soon wolfed down the meal (and some of the apple pie) quickly so he could go to bed and get some rest.

After nothing more than some further good-bye French kissing and tit groping, Alan went straight to his bed to collapse. But seeing Susan's disappointed mood, he promised her he wasn't done for the evening, but would rebound in a big way after a post-dinner nap.

Katherine had also come home about the same time Alan did (even though they drove home together, they didn't come in together since Katherine was supposed to be elsewhere). She finished dinner too, but wasn't nearly as wiped out as Alan. So she helped her mother with some chores.

The two women were doing the dishes in the kitchen when Suzanne came over after finishing her dinner next door. There were more prolonged sexual greetings all around.

Suzanne was also looking forward to some action with Alan, and was rather disappointed to find that he was sleeping.

Amy also came over after dinner a little while later.

The four of them ended up sitting in the living room and talking.

Before long, the discussion turned to all the sexual things Susan had learned that day. Susan explained in great detail how she learned to go down on a woman and take a dildo up her pussy. She was tempted to try her new skills out immediately, and the others would have naturally loved that. But they all remained clothed in deference to Alan's request to stay calm so he could do his homework in peace.

Still, the atmosphere grew more heated the longer Susan went on with her stories.

Finally, Suzanne could take it no more. She thought, Homework or no homework, I absolutely have to get fucked by Alan at least once a day, now that we've started. His penis is probably all backed up with cum from not having had sex for many long hours. Dammit, I sound just like Susan with her "nasty sperm" talk, but there's some truth to it. Far from hindering his homework, I would actually be doing him a favor if I got up there and help him deposit a load in my cunt. Then he'll be able to study without distraction.

Somewhere deep down she knew this was just a pathetic self-justification and she felt really bad in keeping him from his homework, but she needed to be fucked so badly that she couldn't help herself.

The problem was, Suzanne had a hard time figuring out how she could get upstairs to see Alan without causing a commotion, especially since she knew Susan was waiting for Alan to wake up so she could have her own fun with him.

But luckily, Suzanne came prepared. She had brought over a DVD of the Monty Python movie "The Meaning of Life." She talked them into watching it, then turned off the lights and made sure to sit in the back of the room. Once the others were fully absorbed in the film, she slipped away. She'd also brought some sexy clothes along, so she stopped by the underwear cabinet and changed into them.

By the time Suzanne got upstairs it had been over an hour since Alan started his nap. That also meant it had been an hour of hearing Susan and her sexy adventures. Even though he was still sleeping, she was so worked up that she couldn't even hold out for a little while longer.

She walked into his room and admired his sleeping form or a minute or so. Look at my love resting. My Sweetie. My cutie. Awww. I'm probably going to get in trouble for being with him tonight since that movie ruse won't last very long, but it'll be soooo worth it!

Then, locking the door behind her, she went to him and gently shook him awake.

Alan looked a bit perturbed to be woken up.

But Suzanne pointed out, "It's not natural to sleep so late. If you don't wake up now, you'll sleep all night and then you'll get your sleep schedule all messed up."

That luckily was sound advice, so Alan roused himself and sat up in bed. Seeing her dressed in a blazing formal red top exposing all of her cleavage and a leather black miniskirt, he asked, "What's up? You off to a hot night in town or something?"

"Could be. Depends if you define this room as part of 'town.'" She winked as she started to unbutton her top.

But before he could answer, a word play came to her mind. "Actually, I AM going to town. I'm going to go to town all over your fresh young sexy body. I'm especially going to go to town on Alan Junior. Speaking of which, how is he doing today?"

She reached under his sheets and had her hands wrapped around his penis before she even finished that sentence. She was pleased to see that he'd woken up with a woody. She thought, That's my sweetie. I swear to God, this boy just doesn't know the meaning of the word "flaccid." I don't even mind all his other lovers that much 'cos he's always 'up'!

But Alan pushed her hand away. He was still waking up and not really in the mood even if his penis couldn't help but react to her sex bomb body.

She didn't take this well. She threw her top across the room so it landed on a chair. Then she leaned forward and began rubbing her tits into his chest.

But Alan said, "Sorry, Suzanne, you know I love it, and I love you. But I really, really, REALLY have to do some homework. I haven't done a lick all day." He tried to push her away, but with the entire weight of her body over his, he wasn't successful, and she continued her exquisite body rub.

Suzanne made her voice even more sultry and gravelly than it usually was. "But Sweetie. I need it so bad. Don't you want to park your throbbing Alan Junior in my hot cunt for a while? Don't you want to feel those velvet sugar walls squeezing the entire length and breadth of your cock in the most delightful ways! ... You see? This is why I held off on fucking you so long, because I knew that once we started I'd never be able to stop. I locked the door and I promise we'll be really fast. Once you drain that giant fire hose of yours into my squeezable cunt, your mind will be so much clearer to think about your studies."

She looked up at Alan's face and saw he wasn't falling for it. So she continued to rub her pillowy tits up and down and continued to make her case. More complaining now, she said, "You KNOW you want it! Don't you? Aren't you a real man? Show me you are!"

He refused to answer. Meanwhile, her hands battled with Alan's beneath the sheets for control of his penis.

"Sweetie, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me? God, I've never had to say those words to any man, and somehow it makes me want you that much more. What do I have to do? Do you want me to do a striptease? Do you want me to walk across the floor on all fours like a sex slave? I have my pride, but I'll do it!"

Suzanne was confused, because she found her lust growing with every passing second, as if some inexorable tidal wave was washing over her, taking control. Her own vocalization of her extreme fuck-need only served to excite her that much more. As she continued to tug with him over his penis, she managed to slip her miniskirt off.

She thought, This is so absurd! This is me talking. Suzanne Pestridge! How could I end up desperately begging to get fucked and still get turned down? I've had almost 100 lovers and I never had to do this even once. It's outrageous! My Sweetie's willpower is simply inhuman.

Alan gave up the penis battle and let Suzanne begin to frantically jack him off with both hands while her rack continued to rub all over his chest.

But his move was just a tactical diversion. With his hands free and Suzanne's engaged, he was finally able to push her completely away from his body. Eventually he pushed her so far down the bed that she had to let go of his pole.

She simply couldn't believe it. She thought he was a goner when she'd started her slippery slide up and down his erection.

Victorious, he said, "Sorry, Suzanne. But I really seriously have to work. I have a big test tomorrow and a twenty page paper due by the end of the week. I have tests every day this week! It's already eight o'clock and sex with you is never fast. It gloriously goes on for ever and ever. It totally kills me, but with my mom's goodnight kiss tradition and all, when am I going to have the time to even open a book if I don't do it now? I'm at the end of my rope!"

Suzanne burst out impulsively, "Don't talk about ropes!" But then she managed to calm herself somewhat. Dammit! I've never wanted to get fucked so damn bad in my life! But on the other hand, I'm taking advantage. I'm putting my needs over his and mine are frivolous while his are serious. Homework. He has to do his homework. I have to give him a chance to do the right thing. Dammit!

She was so aroused that her whole body was trembling, but she somehow got up to leave. "Shit. This sucks, big time. But I understand. What if you really kick ass on your homework and I come back here in an hour to check on how you're doing?"

"That's an idea. Though I don't see how I can kick ass. I'm going to have images of you stuck in my head now. But I have to try. I really have to try. I'm really in trouble."

Suzanne made it to the door and put her hand on the handle. But then she watched Alan walk to the dresser and slip on a T-shirt and sweat pants, then watched him sit down in front of his computer and turn it on. His penis made a tremendously large lump in the gray sweat pants.

Suzanne found herself imagining that lump pushing in and out of her pussy so clearly that she feared she was losing her mind. What little self-control she had left flew right out the window.

Alan turned around, and to his great surprise, he saw Suzanne crawling naked across the floor. It wasn't just what she was doing, but how she was doing it. Her face was contorted with a look of pure, wanton lust and desperation.

He looked all around his room, and then back at her. He could scarcely imagine that his ordinary room, a typically nerdy high school student's room filled with books, CDs, computer stuff, the usual posters, and not much else, should contain a woman like Suzanne crawling across the floor, begging to get fucked. His mind reeled at the incongruity of it all.

She looked up and shot him an angry look. She complained as she continued to sexily shake her tits dangling down from her torso and exaggeratedly wiggle her ass, "Are you happy now? I can't BELIEVE I'm doing this! Look what you've done to my dignity. I feel so ashamed, but I can't stop myself. I MUST have your cock in me! Not an hour from now, but NOW!"

Alan was aroused beyond all reason as he saw Suzanne nearly crying with need. But he closed his eyes and steeled his nerves. He said, "I swear to God, I'll fuck you tonight. How can I not, after seeing this, coming from you of all people? But it has to be AFTER the homework or I know I'll never get started. I'm going to keep my eyes closed and take a very cold shower. Please don't interrupt me unless you want to see my future fail. I HAVE to show resolve, and if it isn't you doing this, Amy or someone else will be here in a minute. You have to keep them and yourself from my room. I beg of you!"

Suzanne was miffed, but also somewhat gratified that he had to close his eyes and beg her to stop. She said, "Okay. One hour. Max!" Then she fled the room.

CHAPTER 10

Suzanne staggered down the hallway, drunk with lust. Her high heels didn't make her walking any easier. She looked back and saw Alan flee across the hall and into the bathroom. Then she heard the sound of a shower starting. That gave her a little smile, that he had to take a cold shower because of her.

With Alan gone, she snuck back into his room to get her clothes. Then she began dressing. She thought, My strategy is all messed up! I should be tactically thinking about what to do next to whom and why, but all I want to do is get fucked! I've made a complete fool of myself and I didn't even get fucked for all the bother. How could he even resist that? It's simply unbelievable. And it makes me want him that much more. I swear, if anyone so much as touches me, I'm going to explode with a massive multiple orgasm.

She stood at the top of the stairs for a few minutes to somewhat compose herself, yet even after waiting she found herself nearly incapable of thought beyond fantasies of Alan fucking her. That wasn't helping. With nothing else to do she went downstairs to rejoin the others in watching the Monty Python movie "The Meaning of Life." She hoped the others would be so distracted watching it that wouldn't notice she'd been gone for a while.

But when she got there, the others saw her coming.

Susan picked up the remote and hit pause. She stood up and said with great excitement, "Suzanne, I absolutely LOVE this movie! Well, maybe not all of it, in fact I don't really understand the humor in most of it, but that early scene with the 'Every Sperm Is Sacred' song was just the BEST!" Her whole body swayed as she sang enthusiastically, "Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate."

Suzanne just chuckled. She didn't think the movie was that great, but she'd rented it just to see Susan's reaction to that one scene.

Susan continued, even more earnestly, "I know the scene was supposed to be funny, but it's so much more than a joke. It's just so... true! 'Every sperm IS sacred.' Those are words to live by. Just watching that helps bring me religious clarity to my recent actions. I feel as if God must be looking down and giving me an approving smile over my efforts to prevent Alan's seed from spilling on the ground by catching it all in my mouth instead. Not only that, but the scene got me SO HOT!"

Suzanne smiled at Susan's predictability. She asked to the others, "How are the rest of you enjoying the film? Where are we at right now?"

Katherine responded, "They've just shown the scene of the dozen topless girls chasing the guy on roller skates. That's one of my favorite bits. I wish we could do something like that for Big Brother."

Susan cut in, bursting with enthusiasm. "That was one of my favorite bits, too! We SHOULD do something like that for Alan. Definitely! Except we can ditch the roller skates and Alan should be chasing them, not the other way around. Then he should catch up to them and nail each and every one with his big cock! We should find some sports team of a dozen girls for him to spear, like a professional vollyeball team or something. God, I'm getting so hot, just thinking about it!"

Suzanne chuckled some more. She loved it whenever Susan got really excited about something.

Suddenly, Susan's eyes narrowed. Thinking about Alan's erection caused her to think about Alan upstairs, which reminded her that Suzanne had just come from up there. "Suzanne, what are you doing? Coming downstairs?" Her gaze sharpened suspiciously. "There's only one reason you'd be up there. And those weren't the clothes you were wearing a little while ago."

Suzanne admitted, "Yeah, I was checking up on him. Didn't you just say that every sperm is sacred? Isn't it a sin to let his seed fall to the ground, like the story of Onan?"

"Yes," Susan agreed, partly falling for Suzanne's excuses. "That's probably the biggest sin there is, in my book. But you were kind of tricky, sneaking up there while leaving us to watch the movie."

Suzanne sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I was so hungry for him. But to my great frustration, he's awake but actually keen on doing his homework. Can you imagine that? I feel like, well, snubbed. And hurt. This just doesn't happen to me." She considered that, and then added, "Except with my husband Eric, of course."

She flopped herself down on a couch and let out another big sigh.

Susan was a bit miffed at Suzanne for sneaking upstairs, but it didn't bother her that much since Suzanne obviously hadn't been successful. She knew that was the case not just from Suzanne's words and demeanor but also from the short time Suzanne was gone. It took a goodly amount of time to squeeze a load out of Alan.

With the movie interrupted and everyone with their minds on sex anyway, Susan stopped the movie for good.

Instead, Susan mentioned that it was just not possible for Alan to cum only fifteen minutes into the movie and that got all of them talking about his stamina. She also lectured Amy and Katherine on the "every sperm is sacred" idea, encouraging them to redouble their efforts to swallow every last drop of every load he shot out.

All of them talked about these things except for Suzanne. She closed her eyes and tuned out. She began to ruminate on her schemes and strategize on how to get another crack at Alan later.

When she opened her eyes about five minutes later, she began listening to Susan detailing one of her recent intense sexual experiences. Susan was already so aroused that she had her top down around her middle and was roughly squeezing her own tits with both hands.

Katherine and Amy both sat on the couch across from her and had their hands busy beneath their see-through nighties. The fact that Amy and Katherine had spent the whole afternoon fucking made them a bit tired, but no less ready than Susan to fuck some more if given the chance.

As Suzanne paid more attention, she heard Susan say, "So then, while Alan, I meant Suzanne, kept pushing her dildo in and out of me, I got so confused. One on hand, I was so busy thinking about Alan. I imagined his throbbing monster splitting me in two while his tanned and muscular chest pressed down onto my boobs. He was telling me how much he loved me and was promising me that he would make up for lost time and fuck me every single day for the rest of time."

She paused melodramatically, then bemoaned, "But it wasn't Alan! Even with my eyes closed, there was no way I could ignore Suzanne's massive jugs pressing back up into mine. Damn that woman, she was playing the mutual nipple rubbing game that she knows drives me crazy! My hands were on her ass, and that was no muscular male ass. God, her pale white ass is so supple and squeezable! And the smell! Since we were outside by the pool I couldn't smell the familiar Alan cum smell that now completely permeates our house and keeps us all in permanent heat. Instead, it was pussy everywhere, Suzanne pussy! It was filling my senses and driving me mad. It was like I was getting fucked by both Suzanne AND Alan at once!"

That brought a new round of excited groans from everyone, including Suzanne. It was especially arousing for Suzanne since she could recall the smells, tastes, and feels from the incident from that morning quite clearly. But she held up her hand and said in a loud voice, "Wait! Susan, you have to stop this minute!"

Attention gained, Suzanne staggered forward and collapsed on another couch closer to where Susan was sitting.

Susan momentarily stopped the fondling of her own tits, and said, "What? Did I do something wrong?"

In fact, the only reason Suzanne demanded the halt was because she was too aroused and couldn't take any more. The smell of sex filled the air and seemed to be suffocating her. The smell was like a siren song calling out to her pussy to get fucked, but she only wanted Alan and he was cruelly unavailable.

However, Katherine saw an opportunity and answered first. "Yes, Mom. You DID do something wrong. Suzanne's suffering. She's having cum withdrawal. Look how you're adding to her suffering with your sexy stories. You've been terribly naughty. I think you need a good spanking!"

Susan bowed her head guiltily. "I have been naughty, haven't I? I'm sorry."

Suzanne wanted to put the spanking to a halt before it began so she could properly recover, but the sight of Susan's face looking contrite, not to mention Susan's tits hanging down, lightly bouncing, was too much. The fact that Susan had so quickly caved in to the spanking idea despite not really being guilty of anything was somehow even more arousing. She could actually see her best friend's tits throbbing.

She said, "Yes. Angel is right! You need a good spanking, and now. God, yes!"

Susan meekly nodded and resumed groping her tits. She said in a very small voice, "I'm sorry. It seems my tits have taken control again. I can't stop my hands."

Suzanne announced, "You need discipline. We're going to have to spank it into you. Okay, everybody get naked." She felt good to be taking command of the scene, as it at least gave her something to do while she waited to hopefully get a royal fucking.

"Everybody?" queried Susan. "Why do Katherine and Amy need to get naked too? They're just watching."

Good point, thought Suzanne. But then an excuse of sorts came to her mind. "Of course an observer doesn't need to get naked, but I thought they could administer some of the spankings too, so I could teach them how to do it. I may not always be around when you do something naughty with Alan."

Susan groaned lustily, "Oh no! EVERYONE is going to spank me? No! I can't take it. It's so embarrassing to have even my own daughter spank me. I'll be good, trust me. Please?"

But in fact there was nothing Susan wanted more at that moment than be heartily spanked, especially by her daughter, and everyone knew it.

There was very little clothing being worn in the first place, but now anything that remained came off. Almost all, that is: the four of them all kept their high heels on.

Suzanne thought to herself, Why does Susan accept that both the spanker and spankee have to be naked? I think her brain has now completely migrated to her pussy!

As she stood over Susan with the others, she found herself absentmindedly fondling a nearby ass, which was wiggling in appreciation. But then she looked around and saw with surprise that it was Amy's. She immediately pulled her hand away.

Amy was drowning in lust like everyone else. She complained, "Awww, Mother, why did you stop? That felt sooooo good." She began fondling Suzanne's ass in return.

But Suzanne moved further away, appalled to be touching her daughter in a sexual way. "No, Honey Pie. We can't do that."

Amy simply redirected her attention. She walked a few steps in the other direction and she rubbed her ass up against Katherine's thigh.

Katherine immediately got the picture and began rubbing Amy's ass in the same way Suzanne had been.

Suzanne was in no mood to ponder that but merely groaned with lust. She had half a mind to throw herself at her daughter, but then she remembered Susan's spank-craving ass, and her lust found a new target.

Everyone was standing around, waiting for Suzanne to take charge. Suzanne quickly surveyed the room, and then said, "Okay. Susan, lie down on that coffee table and get ready for an ass whooping."

Susan complained, "But the coffee table is low and cold."

"Hey. You're getting spanked, not taking a bubble bath. Now spread your legs wide so we all can see that delicious cunt of yours."

Susan immediately spread her legs as wide as they could go, and whimpered, "Yes, ma'am."

Suzanne considered the logistics of the situation and said, "Katherine, could you please go get a silk sheet to put over the coffee table? Thanks." She remembered the nice effects silk had on Alan, and she also wanted to heighten Susan's anticipation with a dramatic delay.

Plus, as she explained out loud as she raised her arm, "Susan, I'm not getting sheets for your mercy, but for the mercy of the table. This is going to be one juicy spanking."

Susan shuddered and nearly came from those words alone.

Suzanne announced, "Okay, that's good. Here it comes, Susan. This is going to hurt."

She brought her hand down onto her best friend's ass without any further ado. The sound of a loud crack echoed throughout the whole house.

"Oww! Bloody hell! That really hurt!" Susan exclaimed. Her head and hands jerked up in automatic response, as if she could ward off the blow.

Unlike her previous spanking with Katherine, days before, Suzanne wasn't going easy this time. Partly it was because she was so sexually frustrated and she let her frustration out on Susan's butt. But she wouldn't have done it if she'd didn't know that Susan would like it more that way. Susan did, though she hadn't realized it yet.

Suzanne said, "I told you it would. There wouldn't be any point if it didn't hurt. Get ready, here comes number two. If you yell too much then the spanking won't count."

Again she brought her hand down from high above, and slapped Susan's butt with a resoundingly loud whack.

This time Susan grimaced and almost cried out, but did a better job of keeping quiet. She didn't want to get any more spankings than necessary.

However, at the same time, her entire body lifted completely off the coffee table and then slammed back down. She panted so heavily that she was nearly hyperventilating.

"What do you think, Katherine?" Suzanne asked, sounding calm despite her intense arousal. "How many spankings should we give her? How bad was she? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? What do you think?"

"Oh, I think about 10 would be good," Katherine said, smiling wickedly. "Plus another five for monopolizing Alan's meaty penis too much and never giving me a piece."

"Fifteen?" Susan said with horror. "I thought it would only be ten! And I didn't know it would hurt half this bad. "

"A spanking is a spanking. Nothing we can do to change that," Suzanne said in a defeated tone, as if she was helpless to change anything. "But wait - there's no reason we can't give you something to distract yourself from the pain, like people having a shot of alcohol before doing something painful. What if we put a vibrator inside you so you can concentrate on that? Would you like that?"

"God, anything to get my mind off the pain!" Susan said in a tortured voice.

"Katherine, why don't you go get some vibrators? You can check my purse. We'll wait until you're back. Meanwhile I'll get Susan's cunt wet and ready for a big vibrator with my fingers. Susan, this is no mere dildo like the ones you tried this morning. This baby shakes with a life of its own."

Getting her pussy ready with fingers was merely a thin excuse to play, since Susan's pussy was already wet from the spanking. In fact, she'd spent most of the day naked and dripping wet between her legs.

Suzanne made a signal to Katherine of her fingers walking really slowly as if it was a person. It was meant to indicate that Katherine should take her time getting back, and the excited girl understood immediately.

Susan couldn't see the signal or in fact see Katherine or Suzanne at all from the position her head was in.

Katherine went looking for Suzanne's purse, which was in its usual place by the underwear cabinet. When she finally came back, she saw everyone staring up the stairs in great surprise.

CHAPTER 11

Katherine's eyes followed all the other eyes, and she saw Alan standing at the top of the stairs. He was still in T-shirt and sweat pants, and his sweat pants were enticingly tented out, just as they were when Suzanne last saw him. He walked down the stairs and continued on into the living room.

The others were still quiet and frozen in place. Alan sat down on a couch and said, "Couldn't study. Sex on the brain. I heard the spanking sounds when I was taking a bathroom break and finally gave up. I figure I'll just sit here and have some entertainment while I take a short snack break. Then I'll get back to work. No harm in that, is there?"

The others all looked at him with trepidation, knowing how clearly he'd emphasized that he shouldn't be disturbed by sexual shenanigans while studying. Susan said nervously, "Tiger, dear? You aren't mad at us? For distracting you from your important work?"

"Of course I'm mad, what with all those spanking sounds. Somebody needs to be punished. Looks like that someone is you." He sat back to enjoy the show.

Amy went to the kitchen and thoughtfully brought back an ice cream bar for him, since he said he wanted to have a snack.

He also had Amy put on some music (she put on an Aretha Franklin box set CD, mostly because she knew it would play a long time). He blew her a kiss of thanks and began sucking on the bar.

Suzanne resumed her work, which mostly involved working her fingers in and out of Susan's pussy. She explained, "We're preparing Susan for the next spanking. She was too stressed out with the first two."

Susan's experience with vibrators only went as far back as earlier that morning, and Suzanne deliberately misled her that one had to extensively prepare a pussy before sticking something really big in it, just as one usually needed Vaseline and the like before sticking a penis or vibrator in the ass.

So everyone watched while Suzanne continued to finger Susan's privates.

Susan just whimpered in humiliation and arousal.

After a couple of minutes, Suzanne stuck her thumb in Susan's asshole, and the rest of her fingers on that hand kept working her pussy.

Eventually Susan cried in exasperation, "Isn't it time already? My pussy can't get any more drenched and ready than this!" She moved her ass down to the edge of the coffee table, then stuck it high in the air, and generally moved it every which way as if she was trying to shake Suzanne's hand out of her.

But Suzanne held on for the ride. She stifled an amused chuckle. "Oh. You're ready? I've been waiting for you to say something."

"Thank God! Am I ready? Have mercy! YES! I seriously can't take it if you make me cum anymore. Please finish these spankings before my sopping wet pussy makes me die of dehydration!"

"Okay," said Suzanne. "While I administer the spankings, Amy why don't you put in the vibrator and administer that."

"'Okey dokey!" Amy sat between Susan's legs, right where Suzanne had just been sitting.

Suzanne moved off to the side a bit.

Katherine meanwhile sat on one couch and frigged herself while Alan sat on another sofa.

He took his sweat pants off as soon as he was done with the ice cream bar, and his penis shot straight up. But he didn't seem to want any assistance with his usual "problem" just yet.

Amy took the biggest of the three vibrators that had been found in Suzanne's purse, a thick twelve-incher, and started pushing the fat rod into Susan's unsuspecting pussy.

Although Susan was extremely wet, her pussy had never needed to accommodate so large an intruder before. She couldn't suppress her moans and whimpers as, under Amy's gentle but unrelenting guidance, she felt her insides forced to submissively accept this profoundly humbling and intimate violation.

Suzanne selected another vibrator and stuck it in herself. She said, "Katherine, us spankers and vibrator operators get tired, too. Can you come here and keep our vibrators pumping in and out?" She saved Katherine for this job so Amy wouldn't be the one getting intimate with her pussy.

Katherine gladly got up and did what Suzanne wanted, since Alan's body language indicated that he still didn't want his erection touched.

"Ouch! Oooooh..." Susan groaned. "What the hell?! That's so big! It's too big. That hurts! I'm so sore down there!"

Amy began pushing the vibrator in and out of Susan's hole with long, slow strokes. She played with Susan's clit with her other hand.

"Let's see if that's better now. Here comes another spanking," said Suzanne. Her hand rained down onto Susan's ass cheeks.

A really loud groan escaped Susan's mouth. She mumbled dreamily, "I'm getting fucked! I'm getting fucked!" As if to prove her point, her hips were gently rocking in counterpoint to Amy's slow thrusting.

"Does the vibrator make it more bearable?" Suzanne asked, as if she didn't already know the answer.

"Well, it certainly is distracting, but does it have to be so damn, hnnnngg! Uh... big? Can't you use a, ha, oooh, dif-ferent one?"

Suzanne said, "Oh, I suppose. Honey Pie, keep working that vibrator while I go get a smaller one so we don't lose any progress. I'll be back in a sec."

Suzanne disengaged. Although her ostensible purpose was to find a smaller vibrator, she really just wanted to stall for time so Amy could ram the big vibrator into Susan over and over and repeatedly push Susan over the orgasmic edge.

Katherine meanwhile was focusing on pushing a vibrator in and out of Amy while Amy reached back and did the same to Katherine.

"I don't think that's necessary, I- I think I'm already well lubricated," Susan said to Amy, but Amy kept on. Significantly, Susan's hips didn't slow down or stop pushing back onto the dildo in Amy's hand. Then Susan pushed herself over the edge and fell into a massive orgasm, which made her moan even louder than before while making torturous and gasping cries of joy.

Alan broke his silence. He pointed to the vibrator in Suzanne's pussy, and said to her, "Why don't you use that one?"

Suzanne, surprised, pulled the still wiggling vibrator out of her pussy and handed it to Amy. It was indeed smaller than the previous one Amy had been using.

Amy switched vibrators in Susan with hardly a pause for the sexually overwhelmed mother to somewhat recover.

Alan then motioned to Suzanne. "Come over here and sit on my lap. I want you to be my penis tender. Let Amy and Katherine take care of the rest of the spankings. They need the practice more."

Then he spoke to Katherine. "Little Fat Pussy-lipped Sis, do you think you can handle the spanking part?"

"Sure can, Big Saturn V Rocket Brother." She was happy he reminded her to use his big nicknames. She was particularly proud of her Saturn V mention - the rocket that sent the first men to the moon - because the rocket was both so massive and so phallic-shaped.

Susan complained, "Wait! Things are getting out of control. We can't have an orgiiieee-eeeeeek!"

Amy swapped positions with Katherine so as to give her arm a rest. As Katherine pistoned the new vibrator in and out of Susan with increasing vigor, the sexy mother's butt shook and writhed in every direction. Her boobs swung wildly and occasionally rubbed deliciously against the silky bed sheets. She was surprised at how much that would set her off even more.

Susan was suffering such pleasure that she had her eyes firmly closed as if she couldn't take any more sensory input.

That was a good thing, because as Suzanne got near Alan, he meant what he said and had her sit right on his lap.

Suzanne smiled a wide smile, because with his penis pointing up into the air like a totem pole, she knew that sitting there could mean only one thing. She was so extremely grateful that she wanted to cry.

Alan guided her hips down as she slowly impaled herself on his penis. She was amazed at Alan's boldness, considering that Susan was in the same room and merely temporarily unable to look in their direction. Susan still didn't know that the two of them had begun fucking, and she would have been very angry if she found out.

But Alan had been recalling his promise to fuck Suzanne within the hour, and he thought, Why not now? He gambled that Susan would be so distracted by the spanking that she wouldn't notice. It was a good guess, because she was extremely distracted.

Amy and Katherine on the other hand, had no problem seeing what Suzanne and Alan were doing. Katherine smiled and Amy gave a cum-covered thumbs up, as both her hands were now sticky with Susan's pussy juices.

Suzanne said as she started subtly bouncing up and down on Alan's dick, "Orgy? I don't know what you're talking about, Susan. Things are very respectable here. Just because Amy, Katherine, and you are all fervently pounding vibrators into each other and I'm squeezing Alan's penis with the crack of my ass, that doesn't mean we're having an orgy. We're just having a friendly, corrective spanking."

Suzanne figured that she needed a lie that would be at least remotely anatomically possible, in case Susan glanced over.

That was a wise thing, because Susan immediately opened her eyes and glanced over. But she only was able to get a brief glace as she said, "You're squeezing his penis with YOUR WHAT?! AAAAIIIEEE!"

Susan cried because Katherine's hand suddenly came crashing down.

Katherine thought on her feet and had spanked Susan earlier than she'd been planning to in order to distract her before she could get a good look at how Suzanne and Alan were really positioned.

The idea worked, as Susan closed her eyes tight while her whole body buckled. She kept her eyes closed while she recovered from the pain. She was grateful that Katherine sped up her vibrator thrusting while Amy comfortingly rubbed Susan's ass as soon as the spanking stopped.

"That was number four," Katherine announced.

"Four?" Susan exclaimed. "Only four?! How will I make it to fifteen?"

"I don't know," Katherine answered nonchalantly, as if she could care less about her mother's suffering.

Amy's ass rubbing hand withdrew while Katherine's vibrator pumping hand thrust even more frantically, indicating to Susan that another spanking was coming.

Meanwhile, Suzanne found herself getting only more aroused, ecstatic that she was the only female lucky enough to be actively fucking. Her feelings grew so intense as she neared climax that she discovered she was actually crying with joy. She moaned like she never moaned before, and there was a desperation in her voice she'd never voiced before.

A hand came crashing down on Susan once more. Spankings five, six and seven followed, with big pauses between each. Each one was a little bit weaker than the previous one. Susan found the pain decreasing and the pleasure of the experience constantly increasing.

Despite Katherine's uncaring pose, she was actually doing everything she could to make her mother feel good (and distracted).

Soon Susan began looking forward to another swat of Katherine's hand with great anticipation. Her pussy was already leaking a constant stream, and it seemed as if the entire experience was a non-stop series of orgasms for her.

Katherine and Amy played with each other between spankings, even as they kept the vibrator going in Susan, and they were climaxing repeatedly as well.

Susan also moaned quite loudly, which was a good thing, because those moans, plus Amy's and Katherine's and the Aretha Franklin music, helped cover up Suzanne's increasingly loud cries.

Suzanne was now bouncing wildly up and down in Alan's lap. She had tried to subtly bounce up and down on Alan's shaft, counting on her remarkable pussy squeezing ability to do most of the work. She was such a good squeezer that normally she could completely satisfy her partner without either of them moving their hips in the slightest, if that's what she wanted to do.

But this was not a normal situation. She succeeded in being subtle for a short while, but she'd been nearly incoherently horny before Alan started fucking her, and the excitement of tricking Susan right in front of her was too much for her to be subtle about anything. Now her body had taken control as a stream of happy tears freely continually flowed down her face.

She couldn't stop fucking now even if Susan walked up to her to see what she was doing. She could barely even control her moans and her desire to yell, "Alan! Fuck me harder!"

The fact that Alan was reaching around and firmly probing her tits with both of his hands drove her that much closer to practically losing her sanity. She was amazed at how much more sensitive her nipples felt than she could ever recall them feeling before. It was as if this fucking was a completely new experience.

Amy administered spankings eight, nine and ten, and the switching of positions again led to a lot of finger fucking and switching of vibrators by all involved.

Katherine, now with the job of keeping Susan's pussy happy once more, changed positions so she could stick her foot into Susan's crotch. Still wearing her high heels, she took a heel and rubbed it against Susan's clit, and then all around the crotch region.

It was hard to tell what Susan's reaction to this was, since Susan was constantly moaning, whimpering, and gasping for breath, and hadn't been capable of coherent speech since about the seventh spanking of her posterior.

Katherine then pushed the heel into Susan's pussy a bit, and was rewarded with an exceptionally loud shriek before Susan resumed her usual cries of passion.

As she ground her heel into Susan's pussy lips, she casually said to Amy, "I'm so glad to see that you're finally wearing high heels. What caused the change? You know it's the only item of clothing Alan wants us to wear?"

"I know that now," Amy replied. "I wish you'd have told me sooner. Suzanne gave me that advice only yesterday. We're totally helping each other out lately. It's like we're a team!" Then she added, "I wish they were more comfy. I have trouble walking in them, to be honest. But that's okay, since it's for Alan."

Alan meanwhile had paused in his fucking to get yet another "second wind."

Suzanne was overhearing Amy and Katherine talk, and the pause enabled her to be calm enough to comment naughtily, "You don't need to walk around in them, my Honey Pie. Just crawl on all fours. I know Alan likes that."

She gave Alan's penis a knowing squeeze with her strong pussy muscles, successfully reminding him of her own shameless naked crawl in his room just a short time earlier. But the reminder aroused her even more than it aroused him, which was saying quite a lot.

Amy replied cluelessly, "What, should I do that now? Alan, would you like me to crawl over there and lick your feet?"

Alan groaned. He shook his head no, but was so excited by Amy's willingness to do anything to please him that he picked Suzanne up about six inches and dropped her back down onto his penis, thereby indicating that it was time to resume fucking.

Suzanne complied, and her pussy squeezing resumed with a vengeance.

He was so pleased with the effect of picking her up and dropping her back down that he periodically repeated it, expertly timing it with his usual thrusts.

While all this fucking was going on, Alan had the sense of mind to think, Fucking amazing! Mom may not realize it, but we're having an orgy! It's all so incredible that I'm practically seeing stars. Amy! Mom! Sis! Suzanne! Each one is more amazing than the last, and they're all mine!

Amy found swatting Susan's butt great fun.

Katherine had Amy stop at ten because Susan's butt was getting really red, particularly since Amy spanked with great gusto. It was the first time Amy had been a spanker, and she didn't realize the damage she was doing. Not only that, but Katherine wanted to move onto the next part, which was "healing" Susan's sore butt.

Before long, both Katherine and Amy began rubbing hand cream all over Susan's butt. Four hands were on her at once. But funnily enough, most of the cream seemed to end up in Susan's pussy and up her anus, and somehow even found its way to her tits. The two girls were having so much fun playing with Susan's helpless body that they mostly forgot the vibrators still hanging out of both their pussies. However, the vibrators were still turned on, and continued to pleasantly shake and whir.

After a couple of minutes, Katherine had an idea and pulled Susan until her butt hung completely over the edge of the coffee table. That allowed her to get underneath the table and begin licking her mother's pussy while Amy continued to work on Susan's butt.

Amy picked up the vibrator that had just vacated Susan's pussy and shoved it up Susan's asshole.

Susan was so far gone by this point that she was barely able to manage a whimper in reply.

Eventually everyone had so many climaxes that they simply couldn't go on.

Katherine and Amy collapsed on the floor and Katherine fell asleep right away.

For better or worse, the two girls forgot to take the vibrator out of Susan's butt, so Susan continued to lay with her butt hanging of the edge of the table, still quietly whimpering as the vibrator continued to do strange and delightful things to her well-warmed ass.

Alan ended up cumming twice into Suzanne. His second time more or less coincided with Katherine and Amy collapsing.

CHAPTER 12

Suzanne collapsed right where she was, which meant her body flopped all over Alan's and his penis remained lodged in her pussy.

He was too tired to do anything about it.

Suzanne had long lost the ability to think coherently, but pure luck prevented her from crying out any telltale words that might have given away her illicit fucking with Alan.

Also luckily, Susan was too occupied to ever cast another glance in their direction. Even after it was all over, Susan's eyes remained closed with her face plastered into the silken sheets of the coffee table. She had lost her glasses somewhere along the way too.

Amy was the first one to somewhat recover. She got on her knees and crawled back to Susan and began experimentally poking her ass cheeks with an index finger. She commented, "Wow. Alan, your mom is amazing. Look. Every time I touch her, it sets off an orgasmic moan. It's like her entire body is wired to do nothing but climax. Look. It even does it when I touch the back of the knee. ... Or the front. ... Wow. It's like a cool toy. Such cool sound effects, too."

Alan didn't respond, but he physically lifted Suzanne off his lap and sat her on the couch to his side, wanting to get her off him before he grew aroused again.

Suzanne had a most unusual dreamy look in her eye.

Alan looked at her and wondered if all the outstanding fucking might have somehow damaged her mind.

But after a couple minutes Suzanne's eyes managed to focus on Amy's poking and Susan's resulting little yelps of joy. She smiled widely. She turned to Alan, and, recalling his earlier "I'm at the end of my rope" frustrated comment, she chuckled and said, "NOW you're at the end of your ropes!"

Susan too, slowly started to come around. She finally stood up, bent over, and pulled the vibrator out of her ass. Despite her exhaustion, she managed to remove it in the most sexy manner possible, even standing on her tip toes to duplicate the effect on her legs that high heels normally had.

Everyone heard the faint but lewdly suggestive pop as it was pulled free before Susan turned it off, and weakly tossed it aside.

Amy returned to the floor since she no longer had an orgasmic body to poke. Susan stretched and yawned.

She was wiped out. Then she looked over at Suzanne and Alan and exclaimed, "Fuck. My cunt is sooooooo sore!" She reached down and started rubbing her sore spot.

Suzanne replied, "Sorry. It's probably my fault. I think I may have overdone it with the dildos this morning." But inside a light clicked on in Suzanne's sex-addled head, and she thought. Wait. That was the plan! Keep Susan's pussy too sore for Alan to fuck her. It worked! Excellent! Wow, Suzanne. You're smart. She giggled in delight.

Despite her plan succeeding, at least for now, she was thinking and acting more like the dumbest stereotypical dumb blonde than the usually razor-sharp Suzanne. Her brain still hadn't fully recovered from her overwhelming fuck-lust. She continued to giggle for far too long.

Alan turned to her and asked, "What's so funny, Aunt Suzy?"

Suzanne pondered for a while, aware that Amy, Susan, and Alan were all waiting for her to say something. She eventually came up with, "I was just thinking. God, it's a good thing we didn't get in an orgy." She laughed heartily at that.

Alan laughed too. "Yeah. Good thing. It was reaaaal close, but we managed to stave it off."

Susan looked at him confused. "We did? That's good." Then she shuddered. "If that wasn't an orgy, I hate to think how arousing an orgy can get."

She staggered forward a couple of steps and then took her high heels off so she could walk easier. She walked up to Alan and said, "It's probably still early, but I'm going to have to give you your goodnight kiss now and go to bed. If I can make it that far. I'm so totally destroyed! I don't think my cunt will recover for a week!"

Alan quipped, "That's okay, I have to go do my homework now anyways."

It was a joke and everyone laughed at it, because it was blatantly clear that Alan would be in no shape to do any homework any time soon. Pretty much all of them qualified as "destroyed."

Susan bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She said, "I never did get to suck your cock since just that one time this morning. That makes me so sad. Oh well. I guess maybe that's part of my spanking punishment. Suzanne, what did I learn with my spanking?"

Suzanne thought for a while. Or at least she tried to think - it seemed as if her brain had stopped working. Amy helpfully stood up and whispered in Suzanne's ear. Then Suzanne answered, repeating what Amy told her, "You learned not to torture Suzanne with sexy stories. And not to be distracting when Alan is trying to study."

"Oh. Right." Susan then kissed Suzanne on the lips and then kissed Amy on the lips. Amy was now cuddled up around Alan. Susan looked at the sleeping Katherine and blew her a kiss, then dragged herself up the stairs.

Alan found himself drifting off. When he woke up, Katherine and Suzanne were both gone.

Suzanne managed to pull herself together enough to take a shower before heading home.

Amy was still in his arms, sleeping. He disengaged from Amy without waking her and found the clock. It was past nine thirty. He didn't have the heart to wake Amy, but instead set an alarm to go off in thirty minutes to make sure Amy wouldn't spend the entire night on the couch. He was too tired to deal.

As he walked up the stairs he thought, Good fucking really takes a lot out of you. So much for getting any homework done. I aaaaalllmost managed to put my foot down and resist Suzanne. And I thought I was damn near heroic with the willpower that showed, but it was all for nothing. I'll do better tomorrow. Tuesday. Oh shit. A Tuesday.

CHAPTER 13

Alan brushed his teeth and did the rest of his going to bed ritual. When he turned his light off, he thought for sure that he was all done for the day. But just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he was surprised to hear a knock on his door. It was Katherine. She'd stayed up for a chance to have a goodnight kiss.

She came in and stood in the doorway in a sexy nightie, striking an aggressive pose. Before Alan could talk, she said, "Brother, I noticed Mom didn't give you a goodnight kiss."

Alan laughed. Thinking of all that Susan had gone through that evening, he said, "Yeah, I could see how she's, uh, shall we say... indisposed. What about you?"

"Me? Tired? Not really. Don't you want your goodnight kiss? Or don't you love me anymore?" She was naked by the time she finished saying that.

Alan stared at the nightgown puddled around his sister's feet because he feared that if he looked at her sexy body he'd get aroused yet again. "Oh course I love you, and of course I'm glad to get a goodnight kiss. But I'm weary. And I'm highly suspicious that you only want to kiss. These things have a tendency of turning into blowjobs or handjobs."

She sat down on his bed and affectionately rubbed his arm. "Of course a goodnight kiss wouldn't be complete without making you cum, but I don't want to give you a blowjob or handjob."

"Uh-oh. You swear? Neither of those, and no fucking either?" He was still trying not to look at her, but his eyes were gazing at her long legs and slowly moving up.

"I swear." She reached back behind him a bit and massaged his neck and shoulders.

"You promise not to touch me with your hands or mouth?"

"Yep."

"No tits or pussy? Or ass, even?" His eyes drifted up to her deliciously bare pussy right as he said the word "pussy."

"Yep, yep, and yep. But I'm still going to make you cum."

"This I gotta see. You know, your nipples are lightly grazing my shoulder blades right now."

"Oh, really?" She giggled. "I had no idea those count as part of the breasts." She lied, but in good fun. She pulled back just a bit and concentrated on the massage.

"Hmm. So you're saying you can make me cum without any of those things touching me? Just from the kiss alone?"

"No. From what I'll be wearing. Just a sec. Let me change into something so sexy that it'll make you cum all by itself. Can you wait?"

"For that, I can wait. No outfit alone..." Alan faded out because Katherine was gone in an instant, leaving him talking to himself.

She returned about five minutes later.

Alan was relieved as his eyes wandered all over her body, because she was dressed sexily, but nowhere near sexily enough to make him cum from appearances alone.

She wore a black dress pulled down to reveal her boobs and elbow length black gloves. She wore the usual high heels (black as well), but not so typically, she wore dark stockings as well.

She pulled up her dress with great eagerness and demonstrated that the stockings connected to a garter belt, but that was all. No panties got in the way of her pussy or ass.

Alan said, "Nice, Little Squishy Tunnel Sis, but I see the likes of that sort of thing just about every day around here now. You have to admit it's pretty tough competition lately. How is that going to make me cum?"

She seemed very confident. "Elementary, my dear Big Monorail Train Brother. The stockings. The secret key is the stockings."

"How?" Alan was a bit impatient, as he was so tired. He did feel his erection growing against his will, though. Curse that thing! he thought.

"Close your eyes and you'll see." She kicked her high heels off.

Alan closed his eyes, and felt his sheets pull down. Then he felt a sensation on his penis. Something was coming at him from both sides, and rubbing, but it wasn't a hand or mouth. It didn't even feel like skin. It felt fantastic, and better, smoother, and silkier than any skin could ever feel.

He was so surprised that he opened his eyes and looked down to his groin. He saw Katherine's silk stocking covered feet rubbing up and down both sides of his penis. He looked up at Katherine's face, and saw her laughing mirthfully.

She said, "Told ya! Look Ma, no hands, because I'm using my feet! How does it feel?"

Alan paused and considered the question. The feeling of the silky fabric rubbing against his penis was far too good to be denied. Further, he was amazed at just how dexterous his sister's feet were. They were in total control of his penis, and played against it nearly as expertly as if she was using her hands. For instance, she had the toes of one foot working on his sensitive spot just below the penis head, while the other foot pressed on the other side to give more traction and yet rub and stimulate some on its own as well.

He exclaimed, "God, Sis, that feels great! Where have you been hiding this? I love it. What do you call it?"

Katherine smiled a knowing smile, as if she knew all along exactly what he'd say. She replied languidly, "It's called a footjob. Blowjob, handjob, titfuck, assfuck, straight fuck, and now a footjob, and those aren't even all the ways to pleasure a penis. I learned a lot today."

"From who?"

"Who'd you think? Suzanne. She caught me crying the other day, and cheered me up by telling me one of her secrets."

"Crying? Arrgh!" Alan shouted out because of the things she was doing with her feet.

She didn't know what she was doing when she started but she was getting better by the second.

He struggled to finish his thought, "Why were you crying?" He groaned loudly as his penis was attacked from all sides by silky sensations.

"Because you haven't been paying me enough attention, you meanie. She was planning to surprise you with this, but saw that it would mean a lot to me to do something special for you. She's really all right." She giggled and added, "For a giant-breasted, long-tongued, cocksucking next door neighbor who constantly needs to fuck my brother, that is."

"Oh God! Stop! Slow down. UGH! The feeling of that fabric is too much. What is it?"

"Glad you asked. These are fully fashioned nylons, but they feel smoother than silk, don't they? Suzanne showed me just what to do. We even practiced with a dildo. The feet are highly erogenous zones, though usually tragically neglected. That's what she told me. Women love it when you pay attention to their feet, too."

"Really? What should I do? We should switch roles because otherwise I'm not going to last long."

"Don't worry about it. You're tired and you've had a rough day, so I'm going to pamper and please you." Katherine was smiling even more than before, glad with how much joy she was giving someone she loved so much. "Let's do this."

From her position sitting on the edge of his bed, she swung her feet up over his chest and then planted them gently down around his shoulders.

To Alan's surprise, her feet began massaging his chest and shoulders. It felt nearly as good as the footjob. He found himself groaning even louder.

She curled her toes and kneaded his muscles with just her feet as she worked her way down his body. She took extra care to tease and play with his nipples using the soles of her feet.

Katherine was surprised at how aroused this made her, as well. Her feet loved the contact. She realized that Suzanne was right about feet being an erogenous zone and resolved that she'd get Alan to play with her feet at the first opportunity.

Alan had always known his sister had great muscular and toned legs due to all of the cheerleading she had done, but now he had a new respect for her feet. He had always liked a good pair of toned legs, and that was the main reason he encouraged all his women to wear high heels. He liked how the heels accentuated the curves of a woman's legs and even made their tits stick out further, not to mention the constant devotion wearing the heels symbolized. But now he seemed absolutely mesmerized by her feet and legs.

He reached out to touch the silky smooth fabric with his own hands and started a massage of his own on Katherine's calves. In return, her toes danced about his upper body as if they had a life on their own, moving from his shoulders to his chest, down to his rib cage, caressing the sides of his body, and then down to his stomach and back again. The smooth fabric was really what made it feel so good - Alan wanted to drown himself in silk, satin, and nylon.

They went on silently for several minutes with her feet dancing up and down his torso while his hands were massaging her calves. Katherine had discovered that part of her feet seemed to be directly connected to her clit and when Alan touched her in certain ways it sent spasms of joy right between her legs. She soon realized that she was moving closer and closer to orgasm.

Alan looked up to see a lovely sight. Looking between her long shapely legs, he could see her leaking and glistening pussy lewdly presented to him, framed by the garter belt and the tops of her stockings. He thought, Another bonus to playing with feet is the excellent view from down here!

Pussy juice slowly dripped down onto him like rain. This only caused his excitement to increase, and he had to stop for a while.

That left Katherine right on the brink of a big climax, but she patiently waited rather than finish herself off alone.

Once Alan had more or less gotten his second wind, Katherine's feet returned to his penis. She commented as her toes tickled his penis head, "Brother, you'll be glad to know that I have high arches."

"Why does that matter?"

"Because it means I can do this!" With dramatic flair, she suddenly caught his penis between the arches of both of her feet. Alan's penis was now trapped in a tunnel just as sure as if it was a titfuck. She brought both feet up together and then back down.

Alan immediately caught on, and he exclaimed, "Now your feet are really fucking me! How wild!"

That just made Katherine even more gleeful. She began to stoke and caress her brother's rampant erection with a renewed enthusiasm.

The feelings she caused were so good that Alan couldn't last long. He just wasn't ready for what nylon on soft, smooth feet could do to him, and it was all he could do to shout out a warning.

Katherine luckily was anticipating such a situation, and immediately took action. She jumped up and landed her groin right on his. Right as Alan began to shoot off, she stuffed his penis into her vagina and started grinding her hips.

They fucked for less than half a minute, but it was wonderful for both sides.

Alan had enough presence of mind to joke, "I think this counts as your pussy touching me!"

Katherine laughed hard, causing his squeezed penis to quiver and shake inside of her. She had enough presence of mind to practice the vaginal muscle squeezing that Suzanne had taught earlier in the day. His penis inside of her was more than enough to send her over the edge. One part of her mind noted how wonderful it was that she and her brother always seemed to climax together.

When it was over, Alan found his sister lying in his bed next to him. He smiled contentedly.

She cuddled up to him and caressed his chest. She was even happier than he was.

He asked, "What did you do that for? Having me cum in there. I know you're on the pill, but still. I don't use a condom. There's always a chance you could get, you know..."

Katherine's eyes were closed, and she seemed lost in a reverie. "Mmmm. A chance. Wouldn't that be interesting? Imagine your hot seed, your powerful sperm, wiggling their way up my vagina, looking for that egg. Even as we speak, right now, you could be making me pregnant. That would be the ultimate demonstration of your love, and cement your total domination of your helpless little sister. She needs your hot sperm to fill her cunt and overflow out into a yummy cream pie. Mmmm. Wouldn't that be lovely? I'd go to school and tell all my friends, 'See my growing belly? That's 'cos my brother knocked me up. Yep, my brother. His seed is so fertile that he'll knock you up too just by looking at you!'"

She seemed to be talking to herself more than to her brother. She was completely exhausted but so excited by these thoughts that her body started squirming around on the bed.

"Sis, don't talk like that. Pregnancy stuff. Promise me you won't get pregnant, okay? I'm only eighteen, for crying out loud, and this is no time to have a kid. I don't want to get you pregnant for years! Got that?"

Katherine suddenly opened her eyes and stared directly into his with great anticipation. "Did I hear you right? You want me to have your baby? Oh, Alan! Brother! How happy can you make a sister?"

She kissed him hotly on the mouth over and over. This in fact was the first kiss they'd shared in their so called "goodnight kiss."

Alan could hardly breathe, his sister was kissing him so intensely. Her hands wandered all over his body as well, as if she wanted to touch him everywhere at once. But his penis was finally and obviously down for the count, so she refrained from touching him there.

When her ravishing kisses slowed down and Alan had a chance to speak, he said, "Sis, hold your horses. Maybe! If anyone were to have my kids, I would want it to be you and Amy."

She immediately cut in, "God, that would be so cool! I could definitely get into that. Imagine BOTH of us waddling down the halls at school hand in hand. The other girls would be soooo jealous! Heh!"

"No, no school halls. I'm talking about years away. Years! I'm so overwhelmed right now that I don't know what the future holds even next week. If I have a kid at this point I'm going to totally flip out. So please be easy on me. Even this footjob, I really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing. But how can I say no to things that feel so fantastic? Oh! And don't say anything about this to Amy, okay?"

Katherine seemed little bothered. She nodded while frowning. "Brother. I AM going to have your baby. I don't care if it's ten years from now. I just know that deep in my heart - and deep in my womb! Oh yes! I can feel it in my womb. I know we're going to have children. I can almost feel the sperm slithering around inside me now, potent and fertile, marking me. Claiming me. Taking me. Filling me. Deeply. Completely."

"Hold on, Sis. I'm not making any promises. I'm just talking about what if scenarios. Don't get too excited. We're talking years away. Years! How many times do I have to say that?" He meant it, too. He couldn't even imagine being a father before finishing high school.

She kissed him again on the lips, but it was more loving than passionate this time. "I know. Don't worry. I'll be careful. Waiting is smart. But it makes me so happy to know that you love me so much that you'd stuff your burning cum up my steaming twat and give me a baby. I dream of the days when you'll keep me filled up with your baby making seed each and every day. I promise I won't mention it in the future because I know it freaks you out, but inside the thought will warm me. Goodnight, Big Steel Girder Brother. Your fucktoy loves you."

She slid down and started to lick his groin clean. The long day of fucking insured that his dick was still down for the night despite the renewed attentions. But it was wet, covered with their combined juices, and she didn't want all that cum to go to waste.

She didn't so much lick him as she smeared his seed all over her face. But it managed to get his penis mostly clean, and then she licked his flaccidness until it was completely cum-free.

She kissed him again on the nose, got up, and turned to leave. "I just wanted to end the night with the two of my holes you enjoy using the most leaking your love juice. Tomorrow I want to proudly prance about the house with your potent cum spilling from every hole!" Katherine walked out as if she was walking on a cloud.

Finally alone in the dark, Alan pondered his day. Wow. That was weird. Foot jobs and pregnancy. Who'd believe that all this stuff is happening to little old me? And as for tomorrow... Another Tuesday. Oh my God, brace yourself "young man." Oh boy.

He drifted off to sleep with erotic visions filling his head.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, DD, NightShadow, Trogdor, Turin, Lucky KM, Dhin, Gnome, and Davy Jones. A special thanks to BobbySteelz for the Chapter 13 inspiration, and a thanks to Reader259 for the Monty Python song suggestion.

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