CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 19)

Alan woke up the next morning feeling quite refreshed. He lingered in bed, recalling the mini-orgy with the cheerleaders the afternoon before and then the evening mini-orgy at home that had followed after. Life was good.

Then the bad news hit him like a ton of bricks: he had another big test in mere hours and he hadn't studied at all. He was bound to get another F, to go along with the one he got the day before. Too much fucking, not enough studying, he berated himself. But with the women in my life at least, it's not really a fair competition.

He sighed and rolled out of bed. He'd set his alarm clock to wake him up half an hour early to have some sexual fun before school, so he at least consoled himself with that prospect.

He strolled down to the kitchen for breakfast and was met by a sight that nearly knocked him over. His mother Susan was up early as well and already working in the kitchen, dressed like a French maid. She had the stereotypical black cloth with white frills maid's outfit. She even had the visor-shaped white hair band and a big ribbon-styled white bow on the back. There was another bow and more frills around her neck.

Alan had no idea where or when she'd found the outfit, especially since it was no ordinary maid's uniform. (In actual fact, Suzanne had bought it on one of her erotic clothing shopping sprees but had waited until Susan was mentally ready for it before giving it to her.)

Like the nighties Susan preferred lately, the outfit was strategically designed to be just a little too short. Or actually, much too short. If she was standing still, Alan would be able to see about an inch or two of her pussy from the front. In the back, half of her ass was exposed no matter what she did. If she bent or moved at all, any 98 year old man who'd been impotent for years would get the hard-on of his life.

And on top, just about as much of her boobs were exposed as could be possible without the nipples popping out - if she was standing perfectly still. From armpit to armpit there was virtually no covering at all, except for two patches of fabric rising from below the boobs that reached up just enough to cover the nipples. At least, they did for most women. Because Susan was so well endowed, there was no chance any part of her nipples would be covered at all.

Susan was very proud of herself and her outfit. She had been whistling the tune to the Monty Python "Every Sperm Is Sacred" song, but she stopped and said, "Good morning, Tiger. Do you like my new dress?" She deliberately kept her back to him to make sure he got the full effect of how the outfit looked from the rear.

"Hot damn! Mom, that's even better than your aprons. Why am I so lucky to have you dress like this?"

Susan smiled. "Well, Xania taught me many things. I learned that when a mommy has a son with a ten-inch cock bursting with sperm-"

"Eight, actually," Alan corrected. "Almost eight." He looked down at his crotch and watched his penis swell to its full size within seconds.

"Well, we need to remeasure it because I'm SURE it's ten. At the very least! Maybe it's had a growth spurt. But in any case, mommies have to service and serve all that cock. That's what good mommies do. But it's especially important for me to do, because I'm a porn mom! I figure this will help you get my attention, if you know what I mean. But I'm only going to break it out on Tuesdays to help keep that day extra special." She wiggled her ass, hoping he'd be inspired to "get her attention" immediately.

But Alan remained standing in place, at least for the moment. "I like! More than like - I'm in awe. Is there any way to make Tuesdays come more than once a week?"

"Awww. That's my cutie Tiger." She decided to reward him for his compliment by finally turning to face him. She twisted her body at the waist so that she could wiggle her ass at him while giving him a good view of her heaving and jiggling boobs at the same time. What little fabric there was in the front served as a stiff shelf so her rack sat even further out in front of her than usual.

He cried out, "Whoa! So intense!" He whipped his penis out of his shorts as fast as he could and rapidly closed the distance to his mother.

She turned away from him and bent over, so he could "get her attention." She held onto the counter in front of her with her hands, while her forehead rested against it. She did it that way so her boobs would be free to dangle straight down enticingly.

Alan reached out and grabbed her ass the way he'd been doing every morning lately, but he didn't stop there. He kissed her all over the neck and shoulders, and nibbled on her earlobes.

Susan moaned and wiggled in delight.

So far he'd avoided her breasts, and that was for a reason. He said, "My, you certainly are a cute maid. I'm glad to see my mom got someone to help with all the cleaning up we need around here. All she seems to know how to do any more is suck her son's cock all day long."

Susan replied, "Oopsie! I think there's been some kind of mistake. I was explicitly hired to help suck cock. I'm supposed to help clean up, but mainly by licking up all the cum you're gonna deposit on my face and chest."

Alan's heart started racing as he thought about that. "Two Susans double teaming on Alan Junior all day long, eh? The mind boggles!"

She pouted, "Not all day, unfortunately. Yesterday you made me go HOURS and HOURS without son cock. That's why I'm wearing this uniform, to make sure you don't deprive me this time."

Alan joked, "Oh, so that's the real you after all. Glad to see you, Mom. Maybe you can help me out. I'm looking for a sex cow. I was told there was one around here somewhere." He continued to grope the backside of an obscenely bent over Susan.

"That's me! That's me!" Susan answered eagerly. "I'm your sex cow! Moo!"

"Oh, good. Because it's time for your morning milking."

"Morning milking?" She said with a raising excitement in her voice. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"If I've learned one thing recently, it's that your tits have NEEDS. Very important needs. They must be sucked, groped, pulled, yanked, and yes, even fucked, on a daily basis. In short, they must be milked every day."

"Fucking son of a bitch YES!" She threw her head back in exaltation. "CHRIST, you're a good son! Do it, Son! DO my tits in EVERY WAY! OWN my tits! Possess them! MILK them! They need you! What are you waiting for already?!" She appeared to be on the edge of a climax just from his words.

Despite his talk, Alan's hands had yet to move from her back and shoulders. They weren't even touching her ass, though his penis now pressed against it, torturing her with its delightfully hot feel. He said, "I'm waiting because I'm confused. Why is it when I milk your tits, the milk doesn't come out of the nipple, but flows out of your pussy instead?"

Susan thrust her ass further up and back, hoping to make more contact with him. "Oh, Tiger, that's because your mommy is completely filled with milk. She's a sex doll filled with milk instead of air. It flows out of me everywhere!"

"Well then, maybe I'd better milk your pussy every day too. I'd hate to see all that milk build up and up until you burst. Would you like that, Mom? Would you like me to milk your cunt and tits every day?" He touched her pussy lips and watched with amusement as her entire body shook with a tremendous orgasm.

She cried, "Fuck yes! Alan, I've just GONE WHORE! My brain has been completely taken over by my tits and my cunt! They're in charge now, and demand that you fuck me! FUCK me! Any hole, just fuck your WHORE MOTHER! And for God's sake, touch my tits already! They're burning up!"

Alan was so aroused that he didn't even mind her use of the word "whore," in fact, he loved it. He took his hand away from her pussy and grasped both of her tits firmly, lifting them and the rest of her up from the counter she was bending over.

As a result, she screamed and her entire body shook like a jackhammer.

Alan had never seen anything like it: her entire body was shaking in an almost inhuman fashion while she went through what must have been the mother of all orgasms for her.

Alan's burning penis was still pressing up against one of her ass cheeks. He didn't think at all but just acted. With his hands still mauling her tits, he pulled his lower body away and then swung it back in, hoping to hit a hole.

His penis landed directly on her anus and most of the penis head went inside it before he even realized what was happening. He yelled, "Take this, whore mother!" and pressed deeper.

"Oh my GOD! Alan, not the BUTT! It hurts!" his mother screamed. Then she began wailing incoherently. Susan's anus had never been penetrated by anything so large (the vibrator in there last night had luckily been a small one, less wide than Alan's thick and all natural tool).

Furthermore, Alan didn't use any lubrication or anything else to prepare her. He just shoved it in deep, forcefully. He wasn't thinking that he could cause any damage.

But his penis head pushed all the way in, and then his penis kept on going. And going. And going. It went in a good six inches before it finally stopped.

Both Alan and Susan could hardly believe it. Alan grunted as loud as he could manage, and Susan screamed loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood.

Katherine was in her room making herself sexy for Alan when she heard the screaming and ran to the kitchen to see what the fuss was all about. By then, Alan had one hand on his mother's boobs, four fingers of the other hand up her pussy, and his penis was pistoning in and out of his mother's asshole with very long and deep strokes.

At first Katherine didn't even recognize Susan because of the maid's uniform and all the hair that had fallen down over her mother's face. She thought Alan was fucking some new, and obviously extremely voluptuous, hired help. But Susan's huge, swaying jugs quickly gave her away. Katherine had only ever known four women with tits that big, and the hair style proved it wasn't Suzanne, Xania, or Brenda.

"Mom! Are you okay?" Katherine yelled.

"Woooo-hoooo! Yeeeeesssss!" Susan screamed. "I'm very okay!" Alan was now pumping in and out of her butt with a regular and profoundly penetrating pounding, and her pain had been overwhelmed by sheer pleasure.

Katherine just stood and stared, unblinking, at the sexy scene in front of her. Her heart pounded and her nether lips grew wet.

"Ah-Ah-Alan... Yes! YES! Alan surprised me, is all!" Susan screamed, barely able to put a short sentence together. "YEEEESSS!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Yes! Alan is fucking meeeeeeeeee!"

Alan continued to pound into her mercilessly. She'd only been clutching onto the edge of the counter with her hands, but his body slowly drove her forward along the counter until the front of her thighs rammed against its side. His driving penis forced her hard into it. He slammed her over and over again.

They both continued to yell and scream, though neither said very much. About all he said was, "I'm going to fuck you, Mom! Fuck you! Fuck you up the ass!"

Variations of that drove her to further screams and further heights of ecstasy. Susan tended to just say, "He's fucking me! Fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" and the like, over and over.

The way she was carrying on, Alan felt as if he really was having vaginal intercourse with her.

Finally he began pumping his semen into her ass without warning. He let out a banshee scream as his penis began to shoot. It seemed that time slowed and he shot rope after rope, forever.

But time was going too fast for Susan. "Wait! Wait! No!" She yelled, suddenly fighting to get her ass free from being further impaled by his penis. "Your precious sperm! Don't waste it there! In my mouth! Mouth is better!"

But there was no way for her to get off from being speared by his big pole, turn around, and suck him off in time, especially since his penis seemed permanently lodged up her back hole.

Alan continued to pound his seed into her ass. "Sorry, Mom, too late! Maybe next time!"

The two continued for many long, mutually satisfying moments until he was all spent, literally and figuratively. She flopped her chest down onto the counter, where he continued to cup and fondle her tits with both hands until his penis shriveled up and eventually popped out of her rear hole.

"What a way to say good morning!" Susan finally groaned, pure lust dripping from her voice. Alan's hands had finally stopped groping her, but she grabbed them and encouraged them to keep going.

Katherine stood by, fascinated and extremely turned on, but also fuming in jealousy. I've been getting myself all pretty for Alan, and he hasn't even looked at me yet! How the hell can I compete with not only that body, but that outfit? Where they hell did she find that obscene maid outfit? The set of a porno movie? Grrr!

Alan finally looked at his sister and smiled. He tore himself away from his sex bomb mother and staggered to the refrigerator, propping himself up by leaning against it. "Man, that was good," he mumbled, lost for words. He mostly stared off into space with a shit-eating grin.

"Sorry Angel," Susan said to Katherine, as she slumped down onto the kitchen floor in total exhaustion. "I didn't mean to surprise you like that, but Alan surprised me. Hooo boy! Did he ever! I had no idea he was going to do that."

She began to put her maid suit back into some semblance of order, and even put on an extra optional piece that covered the shoulders. That was as covered up as she could get, but it wasn't very much. Her nipples looked liable to pop out of her top at any moment.

"I had no idea I was going to either!" Alan exclaimed. "But when I saw you in that maid outfit, I lost all control. It was total luck that I fucked you in the ass and not in the cunt. Maybe I had your ass on my mind at the time because you said your tits and cunt had taken control and I was wondering if your ass had a say in things too. Funny thought, that. ... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You could have gotten hurt."

Susan smiled, unperturbed her son had almost fucked her. "Oh, don't be. All those hormones surging through you shows you're such a big, healthy boy. You may have crossed a boundary or two there, but I'll let it slide this time, so to speak." That was a joke (and a play on words) because it was clear that all boundaries were pretty much gone now.

Alan smiled, "Yeah. A lot of sliding. We definitely need it to slide quite a lot."

She grinned and commented, "I actually got that one." She went on, "Tiger, it seems we're going to fuck soon. You know it and I know it. We all have to have our holes ready to be impaled by your raging fuck rod at any moment. I'm glad it didn't happen now though, because my cunt is SOOOO SORE from yesterday. I wouldn't have properly enjoyed it."

Alan said, "I know! Last night was so intense. And then this morning is so intense. I can't handle this much intensity. My intense sexual experience meter is on overload. I have no idea how I'll be able to go to school after that."

Susan asked, "Who says you have to go to school? My cunt is in bad shape and you just destroyed my ass too. Oh God, my son fucked, sperm-filled ass!"

She closed her eyes and shivered suggestively as her fingertips delicately stroked between her thighs. Then her hands ran up her stomach to her chest and she pushed her boobs together. She licked her lips with a hunger. "But what about my mouth and tits? Are you going to go to school leaving them all unfucked? They'll feel so left out. My tits are sad and neglected. They could use some fat and thick company."

She winked seductively at Alan and wiggled her shoulders ever so slightly. That set her breasts gently swaying.

Alan felt an urge well up inside of him to plow some more of her holes, especially since her slowly rocking nipples continued to poke in and out of her uniform even as she tried to compose herself to mollify Katherine's anger. The cut of the dress was such that her nipples couldn't remain covered for long unless Susan stayed as still as a statue and refrained from breathing.

Alan staggered over to a stool and sat near Katherine. He felt totally blown away in some unexplainable way, much more than just his "typical" sexually intense experience. He felt like he'd just machine gunned down a crowd of people or woke up from a thousand years of sleep.

But he slowly came back from some weird place to the here and now of the kitchen. Eventually he reached out and poured himself a glass of orange juice, then downed it.

He knew Katherine was there, but he still hadn't fully digested her presence. Now he sat down on a stool next to her then turned and looked at her for the first time that morning.

CHAPTER 2

Katherine tried to act normal, but she was nearly ready to cry. She felt really out of it, like she'd just missed a once in a lifetime experience.

Susan lifted up her naked butt a bit so she could rub her now very sore ass. That immediately captured Alan's attention. Her maid uniform certainly didn't get in the way of her ass groping. Fluid was leaking out of her anus, so she scooped some up and tasted it. It was Alan's cum. "Yummy!" she moaned happily.

That made Katherine only more frustrated.

Alan was still mostly focused on Susan. "Mom, how is it that you took my penis in so easily?"

She smiled. "I've been waiting and hoping you'd do that for some time now. Remember, Angel, what I said earlier: we have to be ready to be taken in any hole at any time. Any good looking, busty woman who knows you needs to be that accommodating. Every morning I've been lubing up my ass as part of my morning routine, hoping and dreaming that today would be the lucky day you would at long last claim my ass with your sperm gun. I had a good feeling about today, since it's a Tuesday."

She did a double take as an important thought crossed her mind. "Ooh! You know what? I need to make some calls to all the other women you own. Now that you're getting into ass fucking, all of us need to be properly prepared at all times. In fact, there ought to be a town ordinance that all women deemed Alan-worthy, married or not, have to keep their asses lubed at all times or face a fine. Just in case Tiger's in a mood to fill them up."

Katherine, aroused by the idea, asked, "But how would they be checked to see if they're in violation?"

Susan replied matter-of-factly, "If Alan were within eyesight, they'd have to take off their panties, bend over, and present themselves to him for inspection. How else?"

Alan found those ideas very arousing, but he tried to stay cool and asked, "But Mom. If you wanted it that bad, why didn't you just plainly say: fuck my ass now?"

Susan answered wryly, "Tiger, women very rarely state anything so directly. It's true. I've told you this before: when it comes to women, you need to know what you want and just take it for your own. I don't want my son to turn into a rapist, but I know you and know you'd never rape anyone. But if you get incredibly aggressive and then pull back with your amazing self-control if you keep getting bad vibes, there isn't a woman you won't be able to fuck."

Alan considered that. "Mom, that's some serious advice. I'll have to think about that."

Alan was still a little spaced out, but Susan noticed her daughter's mood. "Tiger, that was beyond great, but I think you should look after our sweet Angel. It looks like she's feeling neglected."

"I am!" Katherine blurted out, finally getting Alan to direct all of his attention to her. "Brother, I can't compete with Mom! I don't have an outfit like that. I don't have an ass like that, or a body like that. There's no way! How can I compare?!" Katherine was wearing a whitish, see-through nightie that was even sexier than the ones she'd worn in the days before.

In most any other situation, even in a crowd full of sexy women, Alan or any other heterosexual man would have been drawn to Katherine like a magnet. But it was true; Katherine couldn't compare to Susan this morning. Nobody could. She began to cry.

The counter stools were close enough that Alan was able to reach out and embrace his sister without leaving his stool. "Don't cry," he said soothingly. "I think you're amazing. You're totally sexy. You're so fuckable. You're the best! Really. Don't cry!"

But his words just seemed to make her cry even more.

She reached out and hugged him tightly, bawling into his shoulder. "You're just saying that," she said. "Between Mom and Suzanne, there's just no way. They could be and should be movie stars. And Amy's your girlfriend now. She's getting so big and sexually experienced. I swear, her tits are growing bigger every day. ... You don't like me! I'm so far down on your list!"

She threw herself onto him, crying on his shoulder even more. "I'm your number four fuck toy, at best!" Then she whimpered, "Gawd, that sounds so ridiculous."

He put his hand on her chin, and lifted her head up until his eyes locked onto hers. "Listen to me. I can't say I merely like you, only because I love you. I love you as much as anybody in the world. I love you and Mom more than anyone else in the whole wide world, and I love you two equally. Today I got horny for Mom because of the maid's uniform and everything, but tomorrow you'll do something that will turn me on just as much. You will! Didn't we have a great time yesterday?"

She conceded that with a tiny nod.

"Yeah, Mom is hot and she has big boobs, but you're amazing too! You've got a totally hot body too. Who is more attractive than you in our entire high school? Heather? Amy? Maybe to some, but you have more smarts and personality than both of them. And I think you're the hottest of them. It really hurts me to say that, because I really love Amy, but she's only my girlfriend and you're my sister. You're MY movie star. I love you!"

"Oh Alan! Brother! I love you too!" She leaned forward and they began kissing passionately.

Alan felt a new and deeper bond with his sister as they kissed. He meant everything that he'd said.

She eventually pulled away from his mouth to say, "Big Brother, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be jealous, but sometimes I just can't help it. I love you. I promise I'll be better. I don't care if you fuck Mom, or Suzanne, or Amy, or anybody, as much as you like, just so long as you say you love me."

Alan turned towards Susan sitting in the stool behind him.

The busty mother was wiping tears of joy from her face. "That was so touching, you two. I love you both, so much! You make me so proud."

"We love you too, don't we Katherine?" said Alan.

"You know we do, Mom," Katherine said enthusiastically. "You're the best mom ever, Mom! Ron can go screw himself for all I care, 'cos just having you is better than having two parents."

"Don't forget Suzanne," Susan pointed out. "She's like your second mother in all but name."

"Yeah, and we love her too, but you're number one." Katherine got up and hugged Susan, and then began kissing her on the mouth.

Alan stood up too, and said, "It's corny, but let's have a group hug."

The three of them all ended up standing together and hugged each other tightly. Finally they all let go and went back to their seats.

Susan commented, "Wow, I had no idea this would be such an emotional morning. I'll have to be careful with this maid's uniform. It's like an attraction nuclear weapon for Alan! ... Do you two want to have your breakfast? I was making some oatmeal but I'm afraid it's gone cold. And Katherine, can you tend to Alan's penis while I cook?"

Katherine proudly saluted in response to that suggestion.

"Mom, you ARE number one," Alan said. But he quickly turned to Katherine. "And you're number one too. You're both tied for number one." He grinned. "But Sis, that still technically makes you my number one fuck toy."

"Brother!" She was all smiles as she gave him a satisfied hug. That term, and having it really mean something, was extremely important to her.

Alan turned back to Susan. "Breakfast is fine, but I have something more important to do. I need to give Katherine a special experience like you and I just shared. I know it won't be the same; lightning can't be made to strike twice, but I'd like to at least try to do what I did to you just now, to Katherine. It's a way to show she's just as important to me."

"Oh, poo. Shoot. But go ahead. I must admit I get a little jealous thinking of you fucking your sister in the ass and filling her butt with all that lovely yet nasty sperm in your balls."

Susan remembered her fantasy from a couple weeks ago, in which Katherine was naked and bent over the dinner table while standing on the tips of her toes while Alan stood behind her slowly feeding inch after inch of his seemingly endless erection into her straining butt hole. In the vision, Katherine screamed out in both agony and ecstasy while Susan herself stood in the kitchen wearing just her apron, looking on like the proud mother that she was. The idea still drove her crazy with desire. She further imagined lying on the kitchen floor in front of both of them, sticking her ass up in the air, spreading her ass cheeks, and saying, "Now, you two, don't forget to tend to your mother!"

She blushed at the thought that such a fantasy now stood a very real chance of becoming reality. Hastily composing herself, she continued, "But I certainly won't stop you since she has a vital role in keeping you drained of all that nasty sperm buildup. A big job like this has to be a team effort and of course all of our asses belong to you."

As an aside more to herself than Alan, Susan commented, "I swear, the more I give up control to you and become a sex toy for you to do what you will, the more and greater orgasms I have. If only more mothers accepted ALL their mommy responsibilities..." She sighed, but with deep satisfaction.

Focusing again on Alan's face, she continued, "I think you're right. Katherine needs some special affection right now."

Alan asked, "Can I ask, who's in control of you now? Your rational brain or your tits and cunt duo?"

Susan thought. "Hmm. A little bit of both, I guess. I don't think tits and cunt will ever completely release their hold, now that they've kicked the door down and successfully stormed my brain." She giggled, "In fact, I think the tits have been generally in charge this morning ever since your 'morning milking' comment."

She turned to her daughter and spoke in a gentle, loving voice. "Don't mind me or my crazy ramblings. What Alan did to me will keep me satisfied a long time. As an aside, Alan, I'm so glad that you shot your load up my butt instead of in my mouth. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I can swear I feel it sloshing around in there." She sashayed her hips back and forth, as if testing if she could hear and feel her son's cum splashing about inside of her. "And I'll be able to enjoy the sense that you filled my ass with hot sperm all day long. So you two go and have your fun."

She turned back to her daughter. "And Angel, it feels a little painful at first, but I promise you'll love him going up your back door. Remember that Alan is going to be doing that a lot from now on, since he literally owns your ass, and mine, but your first time will always be extra special."

She smiled endearingly, as if she was talking about some nice academic achievement that made her proud, and not her son fucking her daughter's virgin asshole. Her typical suburban soccer mom housewife credibility would also have been boosted if she didn't have both nipples hanging out of her erotic French maid's uniform and wasn't wearing a silly maid's headband, while also tenderly rubbing her exposed ass.

Alan nudged Katherine, "What do you say, Sis? Should we go to your room and take our time?"

"Totally! That would be great, Big Heat-Seeking Missile Brother. But what about school?"

Alan suggested, "Good thing we started early. If we skip breakfast, and maybe just grab a bite to eat on the way out, we'll have at least half an hour and still make it to school in plenty of time."

The two of them ran to Katherine's room.

Katherine fully expected to be fucked in the ass, but once Alan lay on top of her, he whispered to her, "The ass is good, but it won't be so special to me to do that right now after just having that amazing ass ram with Mom. Why don't I fuck you right in your cunt? Won't that be better? We've never done it in your own bed."

"But what about Mom?" Katherine whispered, her face suddenly filled with excitement and concern. "Won't she know? If I know her at all, she's certainly going to be listening in at least part of the time."

"No. That's the great thing. Thanks to the locked door, you can scream 'Fuck me!' at the top of your lungs, and she'll just think you're talking about getting fucked in the ass. Just throw the word 'ass' in there from time to time, and she definitely won't suspect a thing."

Katherine playfully punched his arm and giggled. "You're soooo baaaad."

So Alan and Katherine had a good, hard, long fuck. They both screamed the most obscene things, and their mother was never the wiser to what they were really doing. Furthermore, Susan gave them a lot of leeway as far as time went.

Alan fucked Katherine for her pleasure much more than for his own. He wanted to give her a fucking she would never forget.

In so doing, he proved the saying that the more you give, the more you receive. They both ended up having a great fuck. It was made all the better because of Alan's resolution not to bother wearing condoms when with her anymore. Not that he was particularly careful with her in the first place, but he decided the combination of a diaphragm and birth control pills was enough.

He shot his hot seed deep into her as he huffed and puffed with great exertion.

Katherine simply screamed with total abandon. She loved the idea of Susan listening in. In fact, she was so loud that there was no way Susan could miss the screams, no matter where she was in the house.

Katherine said, once the two of them recovered a bit, "I know exactly what Mom means when she said how good it feels to know your cum is sloshing around in there. What's even better is that we're going to school in a little bit. I'll have to put something there to trap it in so I can walk around school all day knowing that my brother's potent little baby-makers are filling me up!"

Alan thought to himself, That sounds pretty good to me too. What's even better is knowing that I've filled up my mom and my sister. I can sit in my classes smug with the knowledge that my semen is sloshing around both of them. That's what I call a productive morning!

In fact, it was such a good fucking that both siblings agreed it was their best time together so far. But one result was that they ended up in Katherine's room for forty minutes, not thirty.

That meant that they didn't have time to take showers. Katherine was left wondering if her classmates would actually be able to smell her brother's pungent cum on her skin.

But that gave Katherine a great idea. Alan's cum doesn't smell like most guys' cum. It's too sweet. What if I start working it into my perfume? Then everyone will take the smell for granted and not suspect a thing. I'll be able to literally wear his cum with pride right through the school day! Of course I'll only be able to do that with the cum under my clothes, which is a shame. Fuck. I'd just die of joy if I could stroll into school proudly wearing his cum all dripping down my face and chest. To have it on me AND in me at the same time, that would be the best! "Yes, I'm one of Alan's fuck toys. In fact, I'm his favorite!" All my friends would burn with jealousy.

Take that, Heather! He said I'm a better fuck than you in any case, so go suck donkey's balls! I'm his number one fuck toy, even if admittedly I'm tied with Mom on that score. What are you, Heather? Number six maybe? At best?! Ha!

Shoot. I'd actually add his cum to my perfume too, except that Heather and the other cheerleaders would know the smell for sure. And if Heather knew that, she could really turn into a nightmare. I have to be careful. So I guess that idea gets the axe. But at least I'll be full of him inside me today.

CHAPTER 3

Alan thought he could get some humor out of Susan's claim that her tits had taken control of her brain. Returning to the kitchen with his backpack ready, he said, "Mom's Tits, you know, the greatest thing about you taking control of Mom's brain is that I don't have to feel bad staring directly at you instead of up into her eyes."

But Susan didn't take the joke too well, and only mildly chuckled. In fact, she looked troubled afterwards.

Alan thought about that response for a while as everyone got ready to get in the car so Susan could drive them to school. He was concerned that he'd offended her somehow.

As soon as they all assembled in the car, he said, "Mom, I've been thinking about calling you 'Mom's Tits' just now. I hope you took that in the right spirit. I know that there's SOOO much more to you than just your body. In fact, I would love you just as much even if you were a female Quasimodo. When you say things like your tits have conquered your mind, you're just trying to express how lusty you're feeling at the moment. But we shouldn't go too far to make it seem like there's nothing more to you than a great body."

He continued, "I was also thinking about why you're so completely willing sexually. It's because you've always been willing to do anything and everything it takes to make me and Katherine feel happy and loved, so this is totally consistent with how you've always been. You're the same great mom as ever, it's just that we're all having so much more physical fun now. We know how much you care. And that's why Sis and I love you so much, and would do anything to make you happy. Right, Sis?"

"Definitely!" Katherine sat in the back seat and gave Alan's shoulder a supportive squeeze.

Susan smiled but it masked a deeper unease. "Alan, that was so beautiful. But you shouldn't apologize. I should, for going too far with both my language and actions. The fact is, I really DO feel that way sometimes, that my body's lust has completely taken over. I'm worried that I go too far and that's why I've always tried to put up limits. Usually unsuccessfully, I might add. I worry that I say and do things that will cause you two to lose all respect for me and that you'll treat me like nothing more than a common slut."

Alan couldn't resist but point out, "You mean like when you shouted that you'd 'gone whore?'"

Susan grimaced and then nodded. "Exactly."

Alan realized now the problem wasn't with his one comment, but that Susan was going through one of her post-coital regret phases. He said, "Mom, that's why I never want you or Sis to use that kind of word, because I know you're two incredibly sexy and sexual women, not whores. There's a huge difference, despite what people sometimes say at the height of passion. There's nothing to be ashamed about. You still have all of my respect and you always will."

Katherine chimed in with a "Me too, Mom."

Blushing, Susan said, "Thanks, but... I mean, I know part of my motherly duties now involve daily cocksucking and generally giving my busty body to you, but do I have to enjoy it SO MUCH?! It's embarrassing!"

Katherine patted Susan's shoulder with understanding. "Mom, it's okay. You're not alone. I'm in the same boat. Frankly, I'm proud of you. And the way you help Alan just makes me love and respect you even more than before."

Susan showed off a heart-warming smile. "Thanks. It means a lot to me that you two will love me no matter what. Nothing else matters, because we're a family and we're in this together. Right?"

Katherine and Alan cheered at the same time, "Right!" Then all three of them held hands in the middle of the car and shared a loving moment.

Susan added as their hands pulled away, "The problem is, if you had some injury that required me to do a procedure over and over, I'd do it, no matter what. Changing bandages or whatever. And I know you two would do the same for me."

Katherine enthused, "You know it!"

Susan continued, "But the problem is the procedure here is pleasing Alan's cock. A LOT. And it's so much fun! Now that I've started, I get these ... desires. These needs, even. And that makes me feel so irresponsible, to always give in to these feelings. When I say my tits have taken over, you'd be surprised how literally I can mean that. Sometimes it's like my tits are crying out to have Alan Junior slipping and sliding between them while my mouth is crying out to be stuffed to the brim with cock meat and my body is at war with itself."

She sighed, but also squeezed her thighs to repress arousal. Refocusing, she continued, "But Tiger, you're not the only one with real world problems piling up. I haven't been paying the non-essential bills nor doing much of anything else lately. The house looks like a disaster. If it wasn't for Suzanne helping me out with shopping and whatnot lately, I don't know what I'd do. Let's all help each other be strong and still have fun. Find the right balance. Okay?"

They all agreed to that with happy nods.

Susan started the car. "Unfortunately, this wonderful sharing of feelings has probably made us late. If it wasn't for Alan waking up extra early we'd be in real deep doo doo, but even as it is we'll really have to hurry."

She put on a determined face and said mostly to herself, "Giving myself completely to my children isn't enough - I also have to be responsible."

As she pulled the car out of the driveway, Alan said, "Hey Mom, that reminds me. Last night and this morning were great, and I wouldn't change them for the world, even though it means I'm going to fail another test today. But I really, absolutely, utterly, need a break from these emotionally and physically intense events, one right after another. I may not look that bad on the outside - maybe some black circles under my eyes, and at least I woke up feeling refreshed after a long night's sleep - but thanks to the events this morning I totally feel like an undead zombie that had my spirit sucked clean out of me."

He paused, knowing this next part wasn't going to go over well. "Mom, I know that it's a Tuesday, but I have a big favor. Can we please cancel the rest of our Tuesday tradition, just for today? We had a lot of special Tuesday fun this morning. I seriously have to just work, work, work all afternoon and tonight."

Susan pulled her station wagon onto a larger road and said in a sad but resolute voice, "Sure, Tiger. I understand completely. This will be a good test for me to be more responsible. ... But can't I just suck your cock a little, here and there? You don't want to go completely cold turkey, do you? How about those stealth strokings? We can all help you with that and you won't even notice us. Just like we did yesterday morning. That was pretty successful, wasn't it?"

She continued with growing vigor, "Oh! And the Boy Scout trip! Remember that, coming up this weekend? You have to keep your six average up, and then some." She paused, and then laughed. "You see, there's my lust talking again."

Alan considered that while he looked at all the cars go by. He imagined the looks on the faces of the other drivers if they could hear his mother's words. He looked back at his mother, looking at him calmly and serenely, dressed like any other mother driving her kids to school, and not looking anything whatsoever like a someone who'd just pleaded with her son for permission to suck his cock some more.

Alan somehow kept his head from exploding at all the weirdness, and said calmly in return, "Lust is good. By all means, don't kill the lust. And yeah, that idea's okay, but just a little please, scouting trip or not. Tell Suzanne too, now, that it's stealth stroking only today, so she'll get used to the idea. It's going to have to be like this for the next few days I'm afraid; at least through Friday. I was so irresponsible yesterday. Things went a bit overboard."

He thought for a moment then said, "Actually, you and Suzanne with your morning exercise and nude sunbathing routine - why don't you two sate all your sexual urges with each other today while we're at school? Then I might actually get some work done. Same goes for you, Sis. Now that lesbian lovemaking is such the popular thing around the house, get your ya-ya's out with Amy and everyone else so you'll all be too tired to even touch me. I'm desperate. Seriously! I have a TWENTY page paper due this Friday, and that's just one thing I have to do before then."

They all agreed to that plan. Remarkably, they arrived at school right on time thanks to Susan's fast driving.

Susan typically dropped them off at the same street corner whenever she drove them to school. But as the car got near that spot, Alan said to the other two like a character in a spy movie, "Don't turn your heads and keep driving, Mom. Keep driving!"

Susan kept driving. "I can drop you off around the corner. How's that?"

"Fine." Alan slunk down in his seat some.

"What is it?" Susan asked.

"It's Heather. She was standing there looking at the cars even while everyone else was hurrying to class, and when she saw ours she started forward. Obviously she wants to talk to me about something, but I just can't deal with that right now. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not good."

Susan's car quickly rounded the corner and she parked the car. "Okay, here you are. Tiger, you'll have to tell me about your Heather problems later. I'm sure you'll put that big-titted bitch in her place and make your mommy proud. Good luck you two, in everything you do. Love you both. Kisses!"

Her kids received chaste kisses and then they hurried off to class.

As Alan ran to his class, he thought, How can it possibly get more intense every single day? But it does. I pray to God that I'll make it alive to see midnight, given that it's a Tuesday. Geez! That's almost not an exaggeration! Starting right now, I'm turning a corner. No cheerleaders any more. I'm gonna cancel the next S-Club meeting even though Kim has been such a great host.

Stealth stroking. Homework. Rest. That's it. Make it to Friday and then give my mom the fucking of her life as my reward for being good. Now there's a motivational prize worth working for!

Speaking of fucking my mom, I just have to tell someone that I fucked her in the ass! But who can I tell? I wish I had even one male friend who knows all my sexual secrets. ... Hey, I know! I can tell Amy. She's the one person I can tell who's more likely to be happy for me and won't get all psycho and jealous. I can't wait to find her! God, I love Amy! ... And Mom. And Sis. And Suzanne. And Glory. And...

CHAPTER 4

Alan could look forward to a sexual rest of sorts, thanks to the school day. But for Susan, the sexual pace was much more relentless.

As per usual, Suzanne came over not long after all their kids had left for school. She'd brought something special to wear in a bag, but walked right past the underwear cabinet without changing into it.

She found Susan in her bedroom and stood there admiring her for a few minutes, until Susan noticed her friend's presence.

Susan was once again dressed in the French maid uniform she'd worn earlier. That was helping her reminisce as she mentally reenacted the anal fucking Alan had given her earlier in the morning. She frantically fingered her asshole on her bed while rhythmically rocking her hips.

She was having such a good time that she found it hard to stop for Suzanne, but at long last she managed to get up and properly greet her friend.

"God, you look so hot," Suzanne said between long kisses. "Just let me change first, and then we can really get down to business. Let's play dress up!"

Suzanne quickly threw her clothes off, and then, instead of staying naked, pulled out the change of clothes from the bag she had brought and put them on. It was a full, formal businesswoman's suit, but she opened up the front to expose her chest somewhat, and pulled down the pants to expose her pussy.

While Suzanne was changing, Susan commented, "By the way, Alan actually ORDERED us to play with each other until we're completely exhausted so he can do his homework later without interruption. What do you think about that? Isn't that great?"

Suzanne was surprised. "He did? That is great, although that was my plan anyway." Susan laughed, but Suzanne thought, Too true. That really WAS my plan, though it was to get Susan too tired for intercourse with Alan and had nothing to do with his homework. But it's amazing sometimes how my schemes just seem to take care of themselves. She finished changing and stood up straight to show herself off.

Susan took one long admiring look and then began cupping her friend's pussy and boobs. "Nice! Very nice! I like the easy access to the best parts." She wasted no time in starting to finger fuck Suzanne. She was a bit puzzled though why her friend had put on so much clothing.

"Look who's talking! You've got even better access," Suzanne replied, as she took advantage of Susan's open maid outfit to play with her friend's butt and suck her tits.

"I'll bet Alan really went for your look this morning," Suzanne added between sucks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You don't know the half of it!" Susan said excitedly. "He was so turned on he literally couldn't control himself! As soon as saw me, he attacked me like a wild man, and fucked me in the ass. The ass! It was so hot and intense, and it's all thanks to you!"

Susan added that last part because Suzanne was the one who had gone out to the sex shop and bought the maid outfit. Susan, for all her slutty sucking and licking at home, really hated to do that type of shopping because she found it too embarrassing.

"You'll have to tell me all about it," Suzanne said while licking Susan's neck.

Susan explained, "It was sooo good. But what's weird is that I totally get off on this outfit, too. I just love the idea of serving my son, and this is the perfect service uniform. Look at me: I'm so horny that I can't stop fingering myself everywhere even though my cunt is so incredibly sore and sensitive. And my ass! Oh God, I can't even tell you how sore it feels. Now I know what Alan's penis must feel like sometimes after it gets overworked. Yet if I even start to think about sucking his cock, my hands start groping and it's all over."

Suzanne was a bit taken aback by Susan's intense ardor. "Wow. I'm already a bit bummed I didn't keep that uniform for myself. It seems Alan is really into costumes and role-playing. Speaking of which, take another look at my outfit." Suzanne leaned back to show herself off.

Susan licked her lips. "Mmmm, I think I will. If there's one thing that can take my mind off of Alan's big ass defiler, it's these babies." She got up and starting sucking Suzanne's tits.

"But where have I seen this ensemble before?" Susan asked herself out loud about Suzanne's garb between sucks. "Wait a minute! It's what the psychologist Xania wore the other day!"

"Now you get it. I thought we could play psychologist and patient."

"You're really twisted. I like it! Where did you get it? And how did you even know what she was wearing?" Susan's mouth latched onto one of Suzanne's nipples while she rolled the other nipple with her fingers.

"It was real easy. I called up Xania and asked her what she wore for your session. She even pointed me to the right store so I could buy an exact duplicate."

In actual fact, it was the very same outfit Xania had worn when Susan visited her. Suzanne had bought it for Xania to make her look more professional and then taken it back for use in this kind of role play.

Suzanne further said, "I thought it would be fun if we could do a little role play where I play the psychologist and you play the patient. You could tell me all about your unnatural lust for your children...."

Susan mumbled as she suckled, "I like it! And...?"

"And I could offer some unorthodox therapy. For starters, you could suckle my nipples to calm your mood. Unfortunately, we can't move up to that 'cos you're doing it already. But I don't want to give the rest of the plan away. And you have to admit Xania is pretty hot." Suzanne preened, stretching out like a cat as she pretended that she was Xania.

"Yeah, she's very much like you, when it comes to your body. Except I think you've got even bigger tits."

"I do, Susan, I do. Heh-heh. Though it's a close call. Would you like to suckle on her nipples if you saw her again?"

"Oh yes!"

"So would I. She's a hottie. And smart as a whip. Would you like to lick her box too?" Suzanne asked this while ostentatiously licking her lips.

"Definitely. I think licking out a woman is almost as much fun as getting licked out myself. I love the smell. But only if I can grope her boobs too. I'm realizing that I'm a very boob-focused person, and a rack like Xania's must be treasured and constantly fondled until it squirts out all its milky goodness." Susan grabbed and squeezed her own tits as she said this, as if a good squeeze could cause her milk to flow.

"Fair enough. But remember, I'm Xania now. Tell me all about your unnatural desire for Alan while I let you nurse from me."

"Oh doctor, it's bad. I want Alan to fuck me up the ass lots more. Just like he did this morning." Susan resumed sucking a nipple each time she stopped talking.

"Is that all?"

"Of course not. That's just for starters. I want Katherine to kiss me and ram a big dildo up my cunt while Alan takes my ass from behind. I want to be in the middle when my children give me a fuck sandwich!"

Suzanne played dumb. "Hmm. This ramming with dildos. I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean. Let's go to your bed and you can show me what you mean exactly, so I can make a proper diagnosis. Can one eat this 'fuck sandwich' of yours?"

"No, but don't worry, I'll show you something you can eat. It's hot and dripping and conveniently located between my legs."

"Ah. All this psychology is hard work and works up my appetite. I could use a snack. I like hot sandwiches."

"I warn you, Xania, you might find more than a few hairs in your meal." Susan chuckled at herself, pleased that she was developing an ability to make sexual jokes.

"Ah. Well, I'll do anything to help with your diagnosis."

"Suzanne, I mean Xania, I don't know if we should," Susan said as she practically attacked her friend's body. She asked facetiously, "Don't you think we should do important, responsible stuff? Pay bills? Vacuum? Do the dishes? Or would you rather I stick a big dildo in you? Wouldn't that be a violation of the rules?" She'd completely forgotten her earlier resolve to be more responsible, and in fact now mocked the idea.

"I vote for the dildo. And I think we need a rewrite of the rules. As your doctor, I prescribe an extra dose of fucking every day with your friend Suzanne." As Suzanne said this she giddily jumped into Susan's big bed and pulled Susan down with her.

The first thing Susan did was fuck Suzanne in the ass with a big strap-on dildo, trying to experientially demonstrate her encounter with Alan earlier. It was the first time she'd seen a strap-on before, much less used one.

Then they switched roles, and Suzanne fucked Susan in her very sore ass. Except she used a hand held dildo instead of a strap-on because she didn't want to lessen the impact of Alan fucking her by getting her used to a strap-on first.

They were still in their costumes, more or less, and Suzanne tried her best to continue with the psychologist role play, but they were too busy moaning to have much of a conversation. It was a good thing Susan lived in such a big house with large yards and few neighbors, because the way they screamed together as they reached climax would normally have inspired neighbors to call the police.

After the mutual ass pounding, they took a shower together, rested up a bit, and stayed naked. Then they went downstairs to the homemade basement gym to do their morning work out.

The work out took twice as long as usual, because while one woman would pump her body back and forth on a machine, the other woman would generally lick or finger the pussy of the one exercising, depending on the access the equipment allowed. On some machines they were limited to sucking and twisting nipples.

But all this sex play was tiring, and the workout took the last of their energy. They both went back to Susan's bed and fell asleep for an hour or so.

CHAPTER 5

As soon as Susan and Suzanne woke up, they were ready for still more sexual playing around.

They went out to the backyard pool and did another hour of nude sunbathing. As usual, they sat beneath umbrellas and wore so much sunscreen that they weren't likely to get any tan at all, but it had become part of their daily routine, and another excuse to get (or stay) naked and play with each other's bodies. They were still sexually drained, relatively speaking, but not so drained that they both didn't continue to pleasure themselves with dildos. Susan started out in something of a philosophical mood.

"You know, Suzanne," she said as she idly pushed a dildo in and out of her pussy, "I've been living a complete life of denial. Not just my sham marriage with my husband. I was taught to be modest, and I've always denied just how beautiful I am. I've covered myself up with heavy, binding bras, loose fitting shirts and sweaters, and nerdy glasses. On and on. No matter how many guys tried to hit on me or compliment me, I've never admitted to myself that I'm beautiful. But I am, aren't I?"

"You're so beautiful it frightens me," Suzanne said. "I've only let my feelings about you truly flow lately. But now, just thinking about you, I lose all interest in men. You even make me forget about Alan sometimes. You have a complete hold over me."

"Thanks! I feel the same, minus the Alan part."

They both laughed at that.

Susan continued, "I'm glad I'm getting down to my true feelings and overcoming all my pathetic denials. I've been living in denial of my big tits, in particular. I can't count how many times guys have asked to photograph me, offering me money even, saying I should be in Hollywood, yada yada yada. And it's the same with you, I know. Maybe us really big-busted women, maybe we flock together for protection. I'm still scared about all that attention from strangers, but around the house it feels so great to just let those fears go and flaunt it! Don't you think? Like, I could never go back to wearing clothes all the time again. Could you?"

In response to all this boob talk, Suzanne began rubbing suntan lotion on her own boobs, and sucking her nipples. "No. You feel like that too? It's like you're reading my mind. I've been in denial too, but I think I've just been more subtle about it. For instance, I've denied my true feelings towards you for years even though I was supposed to be the sexually liberated one. I was much more sexually active than you, but in retrospect I feel like I was dead until Alan started his treatment. The sex was all with people I didn't even really like, which made it eel so terribly shallow and hollow. Now I feel so free, so alive and everything in my life feels good! A happy woman is a freshly fucked woman."

"Yes! Exactly! That's exactly how I'd describe my life too," Susan said enthusiastically. She continued to push a dildo in and out of herself, but in a very languid and relaxed manner. "It's like I'm just starting to live. I too have to admit my true nature. I'm a goddess of beauty who deserves to fuck and to be fucked. It's what I'm made for. God gave me big boobs so they could be constantly manhandled. Or womanhandled, nudge nudge, hint hint."

Suzanne reached up from her prone position next to Susan and began playing with her friend's tits. "But Susan, listen. I know you've been in denial, and to be honest I kind of snickered a little bit when I saw how prudish you used to behave. But I've been in even greater denial, and my forms of denial are so insidious that I'm still completely caught up in it while you've nearly cured yourself of your prudishness."

Susan asked, "What on Earth are you talking about? You've always been the epitome of sexual liberation, what with all your affairs and everything."

"Yes, but I've never really completely let myself go. And you know what? Last night I completely let myself go. For the first time ever! I have to confess: I wanted to get fucked so bad by Alan that I couldn't take it anymore. When I went up to his room - you remember that? I begged and begged for him to well and truly fuck me, but still he said no. Finally I got down on my hands and KNEES and crawled around for his pleasure. I mean, I've been naked and crawling on my knees for Alan before, but this was different. Before, it was just role play, just fooling around. We both knew that. This time, I was a SLAVE! A slave to Alan and a slave to my needs! A slave to his cock! I crawled because I couldn't think of anything more abject to do to please him, but I would have done anything to get him to put it in me. And you know what?"

"What?" Susan asked breathlessly. She'd taken the dildo out of herself and put it in Suzanne instead. Suzanne meanwhile had done the same thing to her.

"After all that, he STILL said no! Does he have inhuman willpower or what?"

"He's so strong!" Susan said swooningly. "We can't compete! We can't resist!"

Normally that kind of language didn't affect Suzanne much. But even though Suzanne rationally knew that Alan was much luckier than he was extraordinary, she found herself completely agreeing with Susan's praises of him.

It took her a bit to gather her wits and continue, "So then I try to leave his room and go downstairs, but I'm so drunk with lust that I can barely walk. The air feels so thick with sex that it's like I'm suffocating inside a torrid sauna and I can't open the door to get out and save myself. I didn't really want to be saved! But that's just it, I was more aroused walking down that hallway, alone, than I've ever been in all my affairs. THAT'S the giving into my passions that you're so good at and I've never been able to do. I'm always holding back so I can keep my poise and stay in charge. But there I was, the proud and controlling Suzanne, down on my knees, begging for it! Can you picture that?"

"I can!" Susan squealed with joy.

"It felt so great just to give in!"

"It does! Give in and let your desire control you! So what happened next?!" Both of them pounded their dildos into each other even more frantically.

Suzanne paused, and considered how to continue without giving away that Alan did eventually fuck her downstairs.

She frowned as she thought, You see? This is the problem. Keeping all the lies straight is one reason why I have to keep some control and can't just totally give in, no matter how much I'd like to. I can't blurt out right now that Alan and I already fucked - Susan has jealousy issues over that and she'd be especially upset that we both lied to her. And the ultimate lie - the whole six times a day lie - what if I let that one slip? Susan's so honest, she doesn't need to worry about that kind of stuff and can just let her mind go wherever it wants.

Suzanne collected her thoughts (which was increasingly hard to do, given all the dildo action), and pressed on. "Oh, I went downstairs and saw all of you getting it on with your sexy spanking. Naturally, that only got me MORE aroused. Thank God my Sweetie came over and fucked my ass crack and gave me the massive orgasms I so desperately needed!"

"YES!" Susan shouted while she assaulted Suzanne's pussy as vigorously as she could. "Alan gave it to you! He always delivers! My son!"

The two of them huffed and puffed and slammed dildos until they reached a mutually timed, shattering climax. Their bodies dropped from temporary exhaustion and they lay sweating and panting for some time.

Suzanne was the first to speak. "You see what I mean? I'll bet you just totally gave in to your lust right there with that climax. I could see it on your face. You always do."

Susan still wore a shit-eating grin. "You know it. It makes me so glad to hear what you said. To do anything else but be fucked by any loved one who wants to fuck me any time they want to fuck me is a waste of my body and a tragic shame. And it's the same with you. What's so wrong with being creatures of pleasure? If God didn't want it this way he wouldn't have made our orgasms feel so indescribably good."

She continued with more passion, "I mean, is it even fair for big-titted women such as ourselves to HAVE free will? I say NO! Why do I have such big tits in the first place? I say it's all part of God's plan. We should accept our roles as cum sluts and fuck toys for our children, and each other. ... While remaining responsible. Of course we can't forget that." In fact, Susan just barely managed to remember to obligingly add the part about responsibility, mostly thanks to the earlier discussion with Alan in the car. But responsibility was close to the last thing on her mind right now.

Suzanne countered, "But while you were doing that, I was still holding back. I mean, sure, that was intense and I loved it, but even as I was reaching climax a part of my brain was somewhere else, thinking and worrying. I didn't give in all the way. Last night was the first and still the only time for me I gave in completely. And it felt like my IQ dropped a good fifty points in the process, while it lasted, and THAT worries me. You see how deep my issues are? Maybe I just think too much."

Susan put some suntan lotion on her own hands, and began rubbing the lotion on Suzanne's back, arms, and chest. She mostly focused on Suzanne's chest, which still lightly heaved up and down from the climax. Their nude sunbathing was primarily an excuse to apply lotion on each other's naked bodies and today they were likely to go through a whole bottle. She said playfully, "I think you just need a lot more practice. And I'll be more than glad to help you right now."

Susan giggled like a kid. "But I can tell you're making progress. You used to be so sexy, but high-strung, like a powerful business woman scheduling fifteen minutes of sex between important board meetings. But you're relaxing and changing. Look. You just admitted your natural role as a cum-hungry fuck toy for the kids. That's a big breakthrough for you."

"Now just a minute," Suzanne countered. "I'm not necessarily agreeing with everything you say. Certainly not your free will idea." Inwardly, she thought, When I started my scheming with Alan, I never would have imagined that I could feel so good. I'm falling victim to my own scheme, and I don't really care! Now Susan is playing my role!

She lay back, lifeless, and let Susan continue to lazily apply the lotion to her upper body while pondering the idea of being a fuck toy.

Eventually, she partially conceded the term. "I will agree, generally speaking, that I have a role like that, what you call a fuck toy, although I don't like to think of myself as a fuck toy. I mean, I'm not like Brenda at least, thank God. She makes you seem calm in comparison. Very sexually active, let's call it instead. But leave Brad and Amy out of this, for me anyway. They're my real flesh and blood."

Susan responded, "Brad... okay. That idiot is so lost in his own world that he doesn't deserve your body. There just isn't a click there. And of course we have to dedicate ourselves just to Alan and no other man, so it's a moot point in any case. But Amy. Come on! She's so in need! She's just like us. She wants to fuck and be fucked all day long. Are you going to deny her that? I saw how you kissed her yesterday during the spanking."

"That was an accident!" Suzanne said defensively. However, the reminder of the incident caused her to crane her head up and slurp up a dangling tit. Suzanne had shared a hot French kiss with Amy for about a minute yesterday evening before realizing who she was kissing and breaking it off. "I was kissing so many people, that I didn't think when she leaned in to kiss me. It got kind of confusing, especially with the strip poker game and all."

Susan opined, "The fact that she leaned in to kiss you, it shows that she's hot for you. And believe me; you really have to try doing it with your own offspring. I can't tell you what it does to hear Alan call me 'Mommy' as he slams me in the ass. Oh! Oooh!"

To Suzanne's amusement, Susan paused in her massaging long enough to shudder and moan. After the moment passed, Susan resumed what she'd been doing, but at a more relaxed and languid pace.

"Did he actually call you that?" Suzanne asked while Susan repeatedly ran her lotion-soaked fingers all over her face. "I've never heard him use that word."

"Dammit, no, though I keep dropping him a million hints. But 'Mom' works nearly as well. He screamed that as he fucked me this morning. God, I love just saying that: 'he fucked me this morning.' ... And you know what? He came so close to fucking my cunt for real this morning!" Susan said with a dreamy gaze into the distance. "He told me afterwards that it was just bad luck that he stuck his hard son cock in my ass instead of my special hole."

"Wow. Then it's just a matter of time until he does," Suzanne pointed out. Inwardly she breathed a sigh of relief that her scheme to keep Alan's penis out of Susan's pussy was holding on, though just barely. However, she doubted that it was just luck, and wondered what really held him back. She decided to ponder the issue some more later.

"Yes! It's been such a long time coming. But the longer we wait, the more I'll enjoy it when it happens. I've gotten over the moral qualms, thanks to the psychologist visit. The only thing that's been holding me back lately is Alan's desire that I keep some dignity, and my one claim to fame for actually having some restraint is stopping him from entering my pussy. But he and I had a really good discussion today, after the assfuck and just before I took the kids to school. He promised me that he'd respect me no matter what, and I believe him. It's all a matter of attitude. I can act like a slut for his cock and that's okay as long as he doesn't think of me as a slut. We're good. So now when it happens I'll be able to enjoy it to the fullest, instead of feeling somewhat guilty, in the same way that you completely let yourself go last night."

Susan ran her lotion-filled hand down and around Suzanne's belly, and ended up pushing her fingers into Suzanne's pussy.

Suzanne still felt lazy and didn't physically reciprocate. She thought, Let's cut down on the lies. It's time to get Alan fucking me out in the open. She asked, "So, your period is starting soon if it hasn't already, right? And you want the first time to be perfect and not a mess, so you have to wait until that's over, right? Plus there's all that homework he has to do. So, would you mind if I keep his penis in shape with a little bit of fucking before you two go at it?"

Susan withdrew her fingers from Suzanne's hole and just kept them resting on her inner thighs. She smiled. "Suzanne, Suzanne, Suzanne. What do we have here? ... I don't know. ... I really don't know. The homework works the same for you, you know. ... I should say yes, but, I mean, you're such a good fucker. If you go first, he'll be really unimpressed with me."

"NO!" Suzanne said surprisingly insistently. "I promise I'll be really bad. I'll just lay there and take it. I'm holding back all kinds of tricks and techniques from him as it is."

"Are you really? Like what?" Susan resumed fingering Suzanne's pussy, as if she could sexually torture the truth out of her.

"I am. For instance, I haven't told him one of the great sexual secrets of all time. As much pleasure as he gives us now, he's all about delaying his own orgasms and making us happy through his sheer endurance. He doesn't really need to think beyond that since his endurance is so great. But he could be even better! He knows nothing about delaying women's orgasms and just tries to give women as many orgasms as possible, as soon as possible. Once he learns that fewer but more intense orgasms are much better for a woman, we'll all be twice as addicted to his cock as we already are!"

Susan was surprised. "Wow, I didn't know that either. My husband was such a bad lover. I shudder to think how good I'd feel if you're right."

"I am right, though surprisingly few of my lovers ever knew this secret and I rarely shared it. It's so simple, but so few know or try. Just imagine that you're all ready to cum, and then he stops, but teases you just enough to keep you on the edge. You're begging, pleading to cum, but he says no. And then you're going at a higher level and he stops you right on the verge again. Finally you're over the edge and fully able to cum, but he still says no and so you somehow hold back, against the odds. It just keeps ratcheting up and up until he finally lets you go and you both explode into the greatest mutual climax of your life! ... I could show you some of how to do it right now."

"No. I'm too exhausted. I don't even have the willpower to think about that and all the implications. Although it sounds truly amazing. ... But why are you keeping secrets like that?"

Suzanne answered honestly, "I guess it's partly because I always want to surprise him with new things, so he'll like me more and more. But for that one it's mostly because, I guess, I'm still afraid. I'm afraid of giving in completely. Last night was an accident. I still have control issues and don't want Alan to have that much more power over me. It rankles me to know how much I desperately need him already. But let's get back to the real question: me and Alan fucking."

"Give in, Suzanne. You won't regret it. Alan may just be a teenager, but he instinctively knows how to keep all of his women happy. That's why he deserves such a large harem, and that's why he draws big-titted, fuck-hungry, sexy babes to him like bees to honey."

That reply made Suzanne extremely squishy, but she tried to deny the connection between the words and the moisture between her legs. She was especially annoyed at how exciting it sounded to be just another big-titted fuck toy in Alan's harem.

She tried to change the topic, but before she could, she had a vision of being naked on all fours before Alan once again, only this time there were chains between her ankles, more chains between her wrists, high heels, and a dog collar around her neck. More disturbingly, there were many other females decked out exactly the same as she was, and Alan paced back and forth in front of them all, trying to choose who he'd fuck next. Her main emotion was pride: pride at the large size and high quality of his harem, and pride at being worthy of inclusion in it.

She immediately pushed the disturbing vision out of her mind, and thought, I am NEVER going to let that happen to me, so help me God! This talking with Susan is warping my mind, like talking to a bunch of cult members. The only problem is I started the cult, and now, ironically, it's coming back to bite me in the ass. Talk about a scheme being far too wildly successful.

After a very long pause, Suzanne asked, "Back to the question?"

"All right, I'll tell you what. I'll let him fuck you just as soon as you fuck Amy. We can even make it a double header, one after the other." Even though she tried to hide it, Susan had a certain amount of competitive jealousy towards Suzanne, not to mention possessiveness towards Alan. So she created conditions.

"But she's my flesh and blood!"

"So what! If Alan wants you to do it, are you going to ignore his wishes? Will you deny him anything? The man who lets you suck his cock so often?"

Suzanne knew the answer to those questions was no, and that annoyed her too. She vaguely remembered how cocksucking was supposed to be more pleasurable for the man on the receiving end than the woman doing all the work, but in her current horny state she had a hard time imagining how that could be possible. It seemed to her that sucking Alan's cock was just about the highest honor and privilege she could be given. She found herself losing control like she did the night before, but this time she was frightened by the sensation. She fought back by recalling their mundane, suburban existence, and focusing on the details of the ordinary street on the other side of the house.

That helped. Suzanne also focused on the conversation, suggesting, "Anyway, it shouldn't be up to me. Amy is Alan's official girlfriend, so the two of them need to agree to it first."

Both women were mashing each other's boobs by this point, pressing them together, sliding them around on the suntan lotion coating, and rubbing nipples against other nipples. They were intensely excited by all the talk about the possibility of getting fucked by Alan. Suzanne practically forgot that she was already fucking him and was merely looking to be able to do it openly.

Susan replied, "Two can play that game. In that case, you need to get Amy's permission before Alan fucks you. Since she is his girlfriend."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Suzanne thought out loud. Somehow, the urge to lose all control passed, though she remained remarkably aroused.

Susan remained oblivious to Suzanne's inner battle. She privately wondered if Amy might not try to get something in return. However, she kept this thought to herself and said, "Well then, soon you'll be fucking him. Alan needs to fuck anyone he wants. It was so wrong for me to let my own worries and prudishness prevent him and you from fucking, or even him and Katherine from fucking. Alan cannot be denied."

Suzanne found herself nodding, and replied, "Well, soon he'll be deep inside of you, too. Like I said, once he puts it in there, he'll never take it out again. He'll have to go to school dragging your naked ass in front of him every day. His pole will be permanently stuck in you. I can just see him saying to his tennis coach, 'Um, coach, can I get an exemption from playing tennis today? As you can see, I still can't get my hard penis from out of my naked mother's cunt here.'"

Susan cried out, "That's so sexy! Ooooh, it makes me so squishy. Show me how Alan would fuck me! Get the strap-on and fuck my pussy, Alan! I can't wait another second! Then I'll be Amy and lick your cunt dry!" Suzanne had the strap-on in hand already and Susan assisted attaching it around Suzanne.

Suzanne answered, "You'll have to work at that a long time, Mommy, 'cos I don't think my cunt ever gets truly dry anymore." In a deeper voice that imitated Alan's, she added, "But a guy like me doesn't have a cunt, you silly. Let's talk about yours, Mommy. Your son wants to fuck it so badly. You've been so mean to me, teasing me with it every day! I think it's time I rape you."

"Finish putting the damn strap-on on, Alan!" Susan yelled desperately. "I don't care how sore my cunt or ass is: rape me, already!"

If Susan's next door neighbors had been home and out in their back yard to overhear, they might have been extremely shocked and confused as to who was who.

Needless to say, Susan and Suzanne had another very fun morning. Alan would have been glad to know that they fucked each other to complete exhaustion.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne was back at her house, for a rare change. She was doing laundry while waiting for Alan to return from school, when she got a call on her cell phone. She answered it, and to her surprise discovered it was Xania calling. Even though she was home alone, she was intent upon complete security when it came to any sexual matters so she had Xania call back a few minutes later. She quickly made her way to Susan's house so she could take the call there.

Suzanne didn't necessarily want Susan listening to a Xania phone call either (though the result if she did would be far less disastrous than if Brad or Eric somehow overheard), so she sat down on a lawn chair by the pool in the Plummer backyard and got very comfortable in a black bikini and cocktail. She spoke in subdued tones.

The line secured and pleasantries exchanged, Suzanne asked, "So, Xania, what's up?"

"Oh, not much. I just wanted to see how my patients were getting on. Or getting it on, to be more precise. I wanted to know if mother and son had done the deed yet."

Suzanne laughed. "Xania, you're not a psychologist. You only played one for a few hours. Did you forget that?"

"No, but it was some of the funnest hours of my life. And since you've known me so long, you can imagine the kind of stiff competition it was up against. It wasn't just the sex with Alan, though that was pretty good. I really loved the whole deception part. Here I am, an actress, though admittedly a pretty unknown one, and you gave me my greatest role yet, because it was reality. Can't I kind of bask in that, and see how they're doing?"

Suzanne laughed again. "Sure you can. I'm glad the 'appointment' worked out so well. By the way, this morning I dressed up in that suit I let you borrow and Susan and I had a sexual role play where I pretended I was you."

Xania laughed. "You didn't! No fair! I own the rights to the whole psychologist thing. If you do that again, I demand at least a video of it in compensation! Better yet, it's only fair if I get to dress in your clothes and pretend to be you with her."

Suzanne laughed some more. "A-ha. Now I see what your real motivation is. You're just angling to get your hands on Susan's breasts after she flashed them for you all day long."

Xania laughed too. "Okay, you got me. But you're only half right. The top item on my phone call agenda is our victory fuck. Remember how you promised me that we'd get it on together once we completed the ruse? But then you come up here, return the furniture, and close up the office, without so much as even a friendly strap-on pussy bang. And you don't call. What kind of friendship is that?" she asked, somewhat miffed.

Suzanne laughed yet again. "Sorry. My bad. I had some urgent things down here. This intrigue with Alan is taking all my time and energy. But I still owe you, and I promise we'll get to that really soon. It's just that you live so far away." She basked in the sun and enjoyed the banter. She knew she was cool and looked fabulous.

"Hey. I don't mind going down there, anytime. With any luck, you might let me bump into some of my newly favorite people. Speaking of which, you didn't answer my question yet: did they do the deed already or what?"

"Unfortunately for them, it's still in the 'or what' stage."

Xania sighed. "Not surprising, since you told me how you changed your mind on that. I think you're being pretty mean, keeping them apart."

"I know. I'm bad. But you know what? I don't think it's just me. Just this morning, Alan had a perfect chance to fuck her. He had her oinking like a squealing pig, ready for anything. He lined his penis up behind her ass, and she braced for it, and you know what he did? He stuck it up her asshole instead! He claims he wasn't thinking and just let things happen, but I don't buy it."

"What do you think happened, then? No! Wait. Don't tell me. I'm the psychologist, so let me figure this one out. ... Hmm. Could it be that on some level, they're afraid to fuck? Perhaps they've been having such a good time that they're afraid a major change could only mess things up. So it makes good sense to try anal sex first, to sort of test the waters."

"Wow, Xania, I'm impressed. How did you know that? That's exactly what I was thinking. They've been teasing each other at this level for weeks and have come to love it, and once they fuck they can never go back to this pre-fuck anticipation. Think of TV shows that rely on romantic tension, like 'Moonlighting', and once the main characters get together the show goes downhill. So they're drawing it out, but I don't think either of them realize what they're doing, at least on a conscious level. But I know them and their situation a million times better than your one day contact with them, so how did you figure that out?"

"You forget my vast sexual experience. Normally I'm not at all shy about letting a guy fuck me, but sometimes there are barriers and the tension builds. I remember this one guy in particular who was going to divinity school. The anticipation was so great that when we finally did it, the real fuck was a big let down."

"Yes. You bring up another good point: the let down of the act itself. I think they're both worried the reality can't possibly live up to the hype, so they keep pushing it off, waiting for just the right moment to make sure it'll pass muster. That in turn just builds up the pressure even more."

"Hmm. Problem. I hope they work it out. Are you going to help them?"

"Yeah, I feel bad. The guilt has been gnawing at me. Plus, my status with Alan isn't really changing so it's just cruel to keep them apart even longer. My scheming hasn't really been up to snuff lately, for some reason." She didn't add the fact that she wasn't thinking of scheming much because her mind was filled with fantasies of fucking Alan. "Susan's on her period, but as soon as that's over I'm going to do everything I can to make their first time special."

"Good. How did Alan do with the anal sex, by the way?"

"Apparently quite well. He certainly passed the expectations test on that one. He's gotten Susan seriously hot to trot for more rounds of rump riding. I tell you, the kid's a natural."

"Well, that's good. But still, I worry about those two. I want them to be happy. I hope you're sincerely doing your best to help them now and you're not just thinking about your own needs."

"Hey, don't start analyzing me."

"Why not? I think I could be pretty good at this whole analysis thing. Okay, maybe not psychology per se, but sex therapy, definitely! I challenge you to find someone who has more practical sexual experience than I do. I 'do the do' in the triple digits every year. I don't think even you could hold a candle to that."

"You've got me there. Okay, fine. If you're so good, analyze this. I've been mentally holding back when having sex. You know how it is with me - I've got my schemes and analysis working in the back of my mind at all times. But last night, I just totally lost it with Alan, and found myself completely in the moment. It was fantastic! But it was also scary. It almost happened today again with Susan, and that was REALLY scary, because I had all these visions about complete submission to Alan at the same time and the two feelings were tied together. I want to experience that total freedom and the greater joy that comes with it, but I don't want to become some kind of sex slave in the process!"

"And did you have submissive visions or feelings last night? With Alan?"

"Yeah. I did. I actually crawled across the floor in naked desperation to get him to fuck me. How pathetic is that?"

"Oooh. Sounds sexy!" Xania purred. "I hope you'll give me a visual demonstration of that later so I can better diagnose your problem."

"Very cute. But to top it off, he actually turned me down. ME! Can you say 'frustration'?"

"Yikes! That is pretty hard to believe," Xania said sympathetically. "Sorry. Anyway, I've got a therapeutic edge on diagnosing you, because I know you from your college days and I'm sure you're not the submissive type. In fact, you're very domineering."

"I know, but it's Susan! She's corrupting me. You should see the way she carries on. Katherine, too. They go on and on about submitting to Alan, talking about it like it's the greatest thing since sliced bread. It's positively infectious, even though I know he's really just a kid and not the sex god we all make him out to be. Buttering him up is fun, but after awhile even I start to believe the hype. Yet the whole submission thing doesn't feel right for me." Suzanne sighed.

"It isn't. But here's the thing. I know what you mean about completely letting go. And as you know, I'm a dom too. Not that I'm into S and M, but insofar as that kind of issue comes up, I'm a total dominatrix. Just like you. But I let myself go all the time. You don't have to be submissive to Alan to completely submit to your desires. Your mind is just confusing things because you're new to it. Trust me, I know, because I've experienced it all myself. Submit to your desires, but not to Alan."

"Wow. Really? Xania! You ARE great at analyzing! That's the best advice I think anybody's ever given me. You really do have a talent for this. But how do I do it? I don't know how to let myself go emotionally in the first place, much less do it and stay in a certain frame of mind."

"Practice, my dear, practice. You need to have sex with someone outside your little social circle and practice letting go emotionally until you get it right. Do you know anyone from out of town sexy enough and skilled enough to make you lose your mind, who, oh, I don't know, has a name that begins with the letter X?"

Suzanne laughed. "You devious devil! As a matter of fact I do. It just so happens that I've got this other girlfriend named Xylophone-ica. She's hot."

Now Xania laughed hard. "You could at least make up a more believable name than that. ... How about ... Xavier-ella?"

They both laughed even more. When they stopped, Suzanne said, "Okay, you got me. Susan was telling me earlier that Alan wants to keep things cool for a few days because he's got all kinds of big tests coming up. But my hormones are still raging and a visit from you might just fit the bill. When can you come down?"

"Now it's me coming there? What happened to you coming here?"

"You're a tough one. I like that. Xania, I've forgotten just how much I like you, and how similar we are. Why did we ever fall out of contact in the first place?"

"Suzanne! You have a lot of gall to ask that! Don't you remember a certain wonderful man named Jeffrey? And how I thought he was 'the one,' until I found out you were sleeping with him? My own roommate stabbing me in the back? And then we had that big fight and I swore that the next time I'd see you it would be in hell?!" Xania got increasingly heated and angry as her bad memories came flooding back.

"Oh. THAT Jeffrey. Oopsie. Are you still mad?" Suzanne wasn't thinking too well because the talk of Alan fucking had sent most of her mind into fantasy mode.

Xania was peeved but controlled. "'Oopsie?' Suzanne, I could strangle you. Yes, I'm still mad, but only because you brought it up. Truth is, I'd completely blocked it out of my mind. But now that you're reminded me, you owe me, big time."

"God, I feel so horrible."

"Enh, don't get that worked up about it. With hindsight, he clearly wasn't 'the one.' We were too young and green to last. It seems I'm too changeable and unfaithful to ever keep a relationship longer than a year or two, anyway. And time heals all wounds, yada yada. But that doesn't let you off the hook. You seriously owe me. We can start with that promised victory fuck."

"You're right. I'm game, and the sooner the better. When's good for you?"

"How about tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow? No. We've got this weird sexual card game thingy going on at the Plummer house. I can't miss that. What about Thursday?"

"Wait a sec. 'Sexual card game thingy?' With Susan, Katherine, and Alan? And you didn't invite me?"

"Xania, how can you maintain your role as family psychologist if you attend a card game orgy?"

"Orgy? Even better! I'm definitely going to that. Excellent! I get to don my nerdy glasses and play a psychologist again. I love it! You've just invited me, like it or not, after what you did with Jeffrey. Not to mention all my great advice. You and I can warm up with a victory celebration of our own that afternoon or the morning after. And as for my cred, I dunno. I'll go as a case study observer or something. Who cares? That's your job, to think up good cover stories. Wouldn't you agree the sex scam credibility bar is extremely low when it comes to the Plummer family?"

"You've got a point there," Suzanne reluctantly agreed. "They're all so naïve and trusting when it comes to what I tell them, even Alan, who normally knows better. Doubtless, he doesn't think too critically if he's getting so much pussy out of the deal. It feels cruel to lie to them, though admittedly I rarely let that stop me. I figure I do ultimately have their best interests at heart."

"Okay, so tell me all about this card game and what I need to bring, and who's going to be there and everything! This is going to be fun."

Suzanne sighed, disappointed to have yet more tough competition with Alan, given that Xania's body was a near clone of her own and Xania's tongue was even longer and more dexterous than her own already very long one. But her mind was too distracted with Alan fantasies to come up with excuses to keep Xania away and a part of her wanted Xania there as another sex partner. She began, "Well, it all started when I was at a party a few weeks back and I met this woman named Brenda..."

"Oh, wait. Before you get started, I've got one more thing I should remember to mention. You know your worry about submissiveness and letting go?"

"Yeah?"

"You're going to have to overcome those kinds of worries if you want to easily let go and fully enjoy sex, in the way Susan obviously now does. She practically lost her mind in my office when I merely asked her to fantasize about fucking her son. Embrace your role as a natural dominant and feel secure in that. Then, from that safe position, you'll be able to have the occasional submissive fantasy or experience and let go in that way, and then return to your natural personality."

"Really? I can do that?"

"Suzanne, for someone so sexually experienced, you can be awfully naïve too. Sure you can. You know, it's funny how little people change. You still are always getting the scoop on everyone else but don't really know yourself. Most doms have a little bit of sub in them, and vice versa. It's healthy to let the other side come out and play every now and then. People like Alan will understand and won't think the less of you. That's just some more good Xania advice that doesn't cost you a dime. Though I do take strap-on fucks as tips." She chuckled.

"Xania, in all seriousness, from now on you really ARE my advisor. There's no one else I could even begin to talk to like this. Thanks so much. I'm so glad that we're friends again."

"Me too. Now tell me all about this Brenda character?"

So Suzanne went into a great explanation about the history of their card games and all she knew about Brenda, plus more on the other participants.

Xania probed to learn more about Amy and Suzanne's relationship with Brenda, but that was the one topic Suzanne gingerly avoided.

CHAPTER 7

Alan was very excited to tell Amy that he'd fucked Susan in the ass before school that morning. In fact, the incestuous assfuck and telling Amy about it was more on his mind than the looming third period test he was bound to fail.

As soon as his first period was over, he caught Amy in the hallway and rushed her to a safe place to talk. There was a ladies' bathroom not far away, the so-called "stinky bathroom." It was notoriously little-used thanks to a strange smell it always had. He hustled her into there.

"Amy! Guess what I did this morning?" he whispered in excited, conspiratorial tones. He kept an eye on the door and also tabs on the time since the breaks between classes were only five minutes long.

"What?" Amy replied just as excitedly.

"I fucked Susan in the ass!" He said Susan instead of "my mom" on the off chance that someone could somehow hear.

"You did?" Amy was more surprised than anything. Then pangs of jealousy hit her. But she quickly rebounded and attempted to be happy for him. She smiled, though it was a bit forced, and said, "That's super! How was it?"

But before Alan could answer, he looked up and saw that someone else was coming in. Since he was in a woman's restroom, he didn't want to be seen. He rushed into an open stall and closed the stall's door before the door to the ladies' room fully opened.

But to his surprise, his stall door opened before he thought to lock it. Heather stood there, looking at him with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He'd been trying to avoid Heather, but he was at least glad it was her instead of someone like a teacher wondering why he'd gone into a ladies' room.

"Heather? What are you doing here?"

She laughed and replied, "I think I should be the one asking you that." She turned. "Amy, I've got to talk to Alan about some private things. You mind?"

"No. That's cool," Amy answered without moving.

Heather spoke more forcefully. "Amy. Please leave now. I want to speak to him alone."

Amy stood behind Heather so she could look Alan in the eyes. Seeing him nod that it was okay for her to go, she said, "Oh. ... M'kay." She left, though very slowly and reluctantly.

Heather watched until she saw Amy close the door. Then she turned back to Alan. Talking more to herself than to him, she said, "Two minutes gone by already. Not good. I'm going to have to speed things up." Standing right in front of the stall Alan was in, and blocking his only way out, she rapidly began taking her clothes off.

"What are you doing?" Alan asked frantically. Despite himself, he found his penis stiffening and throbbing even more than it already was.

"Just getting more comfortable." While a striptease would have been more arousing, she knew time was of the essence, and took off her bra, panties, and everything else within seconds. "You've been ignoring me. This way you can't ignore me."

Alan was stunned into silence. He staggered back and sat down on the toilet seat (luckily, the lid was down). His heart pounded as he wondered what might happen if someone walked in. More alarmingly, he imagined someone walking in but keeping the door to the hallway wide open behind them. Although the bathroom was almost never used, the hallway was certainly busy enough. Hundreds of students might be able to look in and see Heather stark naked if she continued to stand there.

But Heather seemed completely unperturbed by the situation or by Alan's obvious alarm. She posed seductively with her arms up around her head, and said, "Now tell me again that you don't have time to fuck me. Aren't I attractive enough?"

"Jesus Christ! You are. But what if someone comes in here? I'll be in so much trouble! Stop this insanity!"

"You'll be in trouble? What about me? You'd better answer me quickly, or do you want me to ask you again out in the hallway looking like this? I don't take no for an answer."

"All right, all right. What do you want from me?"

"Tell me that you can't resist this body, this incredible hard body. Tell me how you long to pull my knees open wide and spear me. Tell me how you'd pry open my tight ass cheeks with both hands and-"

"Christ! Yes, already! Yes to all of that. Is that all you want me to say? Cos I've got a class to go to."

"Hold on, big boy." She brought her arms down and ran one of her hands through his hair. "I want more. You and me. Some good time together. Alone. In private."

Alan looked around frantically. He could scarcely believe he was talking to a buck naked Heather right in the middle of the school, but then he thought, Hell, we both fucked buck naked in the school parking lot once, so I guess this is small potatoes in a way. Dang, though, she sure doesn't seem to mind being an exhibitionist!

Alan was already erect just from being near Amy and talking to her. Then when Heather showed up and took off all her clothes, his penis got much harder. Thinking about the parking lot sex and fucking Heather into the hood of her Mustang had his erection so painfully hard that he was half-convinced it would burst through his shorts at any moment. He looked down to his groin just to make sure it wasn't going to do that.

Heather also had her eyes fixed there. She stepped closer, pushing her breasts practically into his face. She cocked an expectant eyebrow.

Alan knew what she was non-verbally asking with that curious expression. As his heart pounded, he thought, She's saying, "Hey, you want to just screw class and screw me instead? Let's do it right here and who cares who finds us? Take me on the dirty bathroom floor, take me over the sink, take me anywhere. The key is that you fucking take me! NOW!"

Alan might as well have been psychic, because those were very nearly the exact thoughts going through Heather's mind. However, he didn't fathom just how aroused she was by the prospect off him following through. She'd come in with the intention of scaring promises out of him, but she already wanted more. She tried to step even closer, but she was blocked by the way he was sitting on the toilet seat.

Alan thought, Shit! She seems so tempting. Fuck it. Fuck it all. Just fuck Heather like an animal and screw the consequences! ... But no. I can't do that. I'm a good kid. An honors student. I'm not going to fuck away my future with some kind of siren or Medusa or whatever the hell kind of mythical creature she's like. A succubus. Yeah, definitely a succubus. I can't give in to a succubus, even if she is spreading her legs wider and wider. I gotta be strong and resist!

Trying to disguise how labored his breathing was becoming, he said in careful tones, "Okay, fine. We can meet again at some point. But this week is really bad. I've got homework coming out of my eyeballs and you know that's the truth. I've got a 20 page essay due Friday in Mr. Randall's class, and that's just one thing."

Heather looked crushed at first, but her expression quickly morphed and she ended up appearing more impressed by his willpower than anything. "That's too bad, but not my problem. I want you today. After school. You can't sit there looking at the most beautiful girl in the school and tell me you don't want to fuck me. I dare you to." She took one hand off his head and slowly stroked it down her breasts, the taut abs of her belly, and on down towards her pussy.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the break was over.

Alan made to get up, but Heather was looming over him with one hand still running through his hair. "Listen to that, Heather! You've made me late! Can you get out of the way?"

"Not until I get a yes out of you. Just give me one chance. Maybe I've been too selfish with my lovemaking in the past. I promise you I'll be better. I can suck cock with the best of them. Let me show you. Right now, even. Let's make this all about you and your pleasure." Heather was somehow both pleading and proudly defiant at the same time.

Then she gulped, as if literally swallowing her pride, and dropped to her knees. She was obviously appalled at making more contact with the dirty floor, but her lustful desires were overriding her objections.

She reached for the zipper of Alan's shorts as she said, "Don't you think you'd enjoy your next class more if you empty your balls into my mouth first?" A large part of her found the idea of cocksucking distasteful even as her body compelled her to do it, but then her face lit up as she got another idea. "Or better, pound my tits. Fuck my tits! You're late anyway already, what are a few more minutes?"

Alan looked around frantically. He hated being late to class, and he was getting later with every second. "Okay. Fine. I'll meet you, but just for a short while. And after school, not now! So put your clothes on. Someone could walk through that door right now, at any second!" He stood up.

Heather gleefully clapped her hands, but before Alan could squeeze past her and out of the stall, she lay both of her hands on the large bulge in his shorts. "Excellent! I knew I could talk some sense into you." She was beaming, triumphant with victory.

Alan groaned at how good her hands felt as she started to stroke his shaft through his shorts with one hand while struggling for his zipper with the other. "What are you doing?!"

"Look, it's not every day that a boy gets the school's future Homecoming Queen naked on the floor of a filthy and stinky bathroom and begging for cock. You're really late by now. Don't make me look desperate here." Unable to get at his zipper because his hand was firmly covering it, she tried a different tack and slipped a hand up his thigh and under his shorts from below.

Alan gasped as he felt fingers closing around his dick. He looked down and saw one of her hands stroking his erection through his shorts while another hand was doing more stroking from the inside.

Even though Heather's hands were separated by the cloth, they stroked rhythmically with a single purpose. She had never wanted to make a man cum as much as she wanted Alan to cum now. Not only was it fun, but she felt it would be a big victory in gaining control over him.

He looked up at her face and saw an expression of complete and desperate lust. He was incredibly tempted to give in, but was also frustrated at how she'd gotten him to cave in on meeting her after school. He didn't want to cave in any more.

He thought, That feels incredible, but it would feel even better with Amy's hands. Somehow, this feels evil and wrong. "Heather, you can't just force people to do what you want."

Undeterred, she seemed determined to prove him wrong with her stroking.

He suddenly stepped all the way to the back of the stall, forcing Heather's hand that had snaked up into his shorts to let go.

Heather pouted, but withdrew her other hand as well and stood up. "Last I checked, my methods seem to be working," she smirked. Though she'd given up on stroking his penis for the moment, she knew that he had to get past her to get out of the stall, and she wasn't going to let that happen without a sexy fight.

But Alan said, "Look, you won, okay? You got your meet up later. So please let me go. Call me a nerd, but I have a thing about going to class. I have a test to take, you know."

Seeing that her moment had passed, she decided to take his advice, declare victory in her own mind, and let him pass. She walked out of the bathroom stall to the sink just in front of it where she'd left her clothes. "It's hardly torture to force you to make love to someone like me. Don't you think I'm beautiful?" She preened for him again, even as she quickly put her panties back on.

"Yes, yes, yes. Just get dressed!"

She smiled a naughty smile, and continued to put her clothes on. "Fine. Though I don't understand how you can turn me down like that. I didn't think it was even possible for a male to resist me while I practically pleaded for you to shoot a big load down my throat." She winked saucily at him. "It actually makes me want you even more."

Alan rolled his eyes. "Heather, you could stand to be a little more modest, not to mention less psycho. It's not cool to refer to yourself as the most beautiful woman in the whole school."

"Point taken. I know better than to say that to most people, but I figure I can be straight with you and throw the false modesty aside. After all, I work damn hard to keep fit and keep this all over tan, and I think I deserve to be a little proud." She fanned a hand over her taut stomach as she said this, then pulled her top down over her breasts. "Or do you think there's someone more beautiful? Your girlfriend Amy, perhaps? Or would you rather sleep with someone even closer to home?"

That last comment was a not so subtle reference to Katherine. She didn't have any proof, but wanted to test his reaction.

Alan caught the meaning right as he finally walked out the stall and past Heather. Luckily, he wasn't facing her so she couldn't see the shock on his face. He tried to dodge her implication. "That kind of comment is the problem with you. It's so rude. Not to mention that you don't know what you're talking about. You're really beautiful, okay? Yes, it's true. But your personality doesn't mesh with mine. As they say, the sexiest part of the body is the brain. I'd be a lot more attracted to you if you acted differently." He kept walking past her and towards the door.

Heather didn't know how to answer that, and didn't gain any further clues as to whether Alan's relationship with Katherine was physical or not. After a pause, she replied, "Hey, sometimes opposites attract."

Alan was already at the door to the hallway. "Look how late we are already. Don't you worry about getting caught?"

"I'm never caught. I live a charmed life." She walked right up to him, fully dressed now. She leaned up into him, breathing her perfumed breath right into his ear. She again placed a hand on the bulge in his shorts, which still refused to deflate. "To think that I used to think of you as just some nerd. At least I get dibs on all this cum. Mmmm." She nibbled on his ear and brought her other hand to his balls. "I can't wait. After school, I'm going to fuck these balls dry. Or during lunch would be better. Or why not now, for that matter?"

"Heather, you're too much. You never give up, I'll give you that." Alan was amused at her brazenness, despite himself. He extricated himself from her grasp and hurried out into the hallway.

As soon as he walked into the hall he practically had a heart attack, because someone was standing there.

His heart leapt to his throat, but then he was able to breathe again because he saw the person standing right by the door was Amy.

"Good God, Amy! What the hell are you doing here?! You nearly scared me to death."

Amy had her arms crossed and seemed a bit peeved. "Just looking out for you. I didn't want to see you get caught with that-"

Amy suddenly stopped before she had a chance to describe Heather because Heather burst through the door of the bathroom and strode past them.

"Oh look who we have here. How touching. The loyal girlfriend standing by her man." Heather looked around to make sure there was no one else in sight, then said, "I'll have to remember that for next time. Alan, you can bend me over and empty all that boiling hot white goo into the depths of my ass while your girlfriend stands guard outside. How amusing. Or are you not THAT big on sharing, Amy?"

Instead of waiting for an answer, Heather dismissed Amy with a careless and airy, "Whatever." She laughed haughtily and strolled quickly down the hallway like she owned the whole school, which actually wasn't that far from the truth.

Amy was normally as easy going as a girl could be, but she looked like steam was about to pour out of her ears. She muttered darkly, "That... that... meanie!"

Alan couldn't help laugh at Amy's feeble idea of a curse. "God, Amy, I love you." He hugged her. "You're just too cute and lovable. Looking out for me like that, too. You know I didn't do anything with her just now, don't you?"

"I know," Amy sighed. Her anger was draining away the longer Alan hugged her. "And I'm glad. But still, she's going to be completely insufferable at cheerleading practice today after squeezing that promise out of you. Grrr."

Alan was surprised that Amy had overheard that and that she didn't have any apparent objections. "Come on, Aims. We're probably five minutes late already. Any later than that and it gets real hard to find excuses. Oh, and my test. Shit!"

With quick pecks on each other's cheeks, they headed off in different directions. Alan still had a painful erection, but it finally subsided by the time he reached the classroom.

CHAPTER 8

Christine was distraught. Her feelings for Alan were a jumble and last night things had only gotten worse.

She'd had a very intense erotic dream about him. In the dream, Alan had taken her on a date, just as he had in real life three times already. Only this date was very romantic and sensual from the very beginning. They had a candlelight dinner in a dark and expensive restaurant. They were constantly touching, joking, and generally acting with giddy happiness like they were already lovers.

But they were not. So in the dream, Christine said to Alan, "Alan, my dear, I feel guilty being here like this, with you. What about Amy? It feels like we're cheating on her even though we're only holding hands."

Alan replied, "To tell you the truth, I just broke up with her."

"You did? Why?"

Alan leaned across the table towards Christine. "Because I can only think about you. If it wasn't for your research, I would ask you to be mine. But I can't distract you like that, not when you're so close to a cure that will save all those children. And the most important thing is that you get that Nobel Prize..."

(Christine's dream had some unrealistic elements as dreams often do. In this dream Christine and Alan looked much the same, although she wore her hair a different way, showing that the time was not the present either. Yet Christine was apparently a famous scientist.)

Christine protested, "Forget all that. I would throw away all the fame and prizes for true love. But for all your helpers, your many lovers, who knows what could be."

"Forget them too!" Alan said with theatrical emotion. "I've left them all. The only woman I want in my life is you. They were just a desperate attempt to help me forget about you when you turned me down, but it didn't work. I only have eyes for you. Will you have me?"

"Oh Alan! Yes!"

The rest of the dream continued in this melodramatic and clichéd manner. Naturally, a big kiss followed which curled their toes. They ended up in Christine's bed, necking and fondling. But just as Alan was about to make love to her, in fact, just as he was lining up his penis with her pussy, she woke up.

She was very frustrated by that. She was even more frustrated in knowing just how unrealistic the dream was. Alan still had Amy as his girlfriend, not to mention all his "helpers," as Amy had put it the week before, and he'd made clear in their last "non-romantic date" that he wasn't going to give any of that up if he could help it.

Further, Christine had kept an eye on Amy at school when she could in recent days, and it was clear that Amy was even happier than usual. Certainly things were going well in their relationship. If Amy allowed Alan to sleep with other women, why would he want to rock that boat?

Christine wanted Alan badly, but she didn't know what to do about it. She wasn't the type to steal Alan away from Amy, especially since she had explicitly promised Amy that she wouldn't interfere in their relationship. She had given the matter a lot of thought, so much so that her studies were suffering.

On one hand, she'd only become romantically interested in Alan after his change from a scared "nerd" to a self-confident young man, and then found herself sexually interested in him after hearing of his great sexual prowess, and finally had fallen in total lust with him after her emotionally shattering experience with him on their third date. Christine had to admit that her body had its own agenda and it was perfectly clear that her body wanted Alan. She even thought about completely swallowing her pride and joining in as one of his "helpers," if only to give herself some relief. The trouble was, the thought of swallowing her pride like that made her gag.

But on the other hand she had very strong emotional and romantic feelings for him. She had known him for over two years now and even though they had started to do things outside of school only recently, she was surprised at just how much he meant to her, once she'd been honest enough with herself to really confront her own feelings. To merely sleep with him without all the deep emotional connection of a real romantic relationship would be a very bitter pill to swallow.

She decided the best thing to do was confront Amy about it and speak mostly honestly with her. She found Amy at lunch and talked her into sitting with her alone, far from everyone else.

As soon as they were seated at a remote table in the cafeteria, Amy huffed, "Boy! That Heather. She sure is a meanie, don't you think?" Amy wasn't that clued in about school politics, but Heather's behavior in the stinky bathroom was still on her mind and she knew there was no love lost between Heather and Christine.

After they'd bitched about Heather for a while, Christine steered the conversation around to what she really wanted to talk about. "Amy, I have something to say to you. This is painful to admit, but upon reflection I think your arrangement with Alan isn't so bad after all."

Amy was quite pleasantly surprised. "Really? Cool! Actually, sometimes it does bum me out a little bit but then I have to remember it's the only way. I feel better though if you're all okay with it. Everyone kind of looks up to you as, I dunno, kind of the voice of moral authority or something."

"Thanks." Christine was chagrined though, because being seen as the "voice of moral authority" only made what she was about to propose even more difficult to say. She was eating crow after criticizing Amy for allowing Alan to have other lovers only the week before. "Um, the thing is... Before I say anything, can you promise to keep what I'm about to say a secret from absolutely everybody?"

"M'kay. Sure."

"Good. You see, when it comes to sex, I'm still a virgin."

"Nooooooo." Amy said that in a very sarcastic and mocking voice, and then giggled.

Christine was mortified. Her virginity was a very sensitive and painful subject.

But Amy saw Christine's reaction and said sincerely, "Oops, please forgive me. That was very rude. I should know better than to joke because I was a virgin too until just a few days ago. I know how it's a real embarrassing thing to be a virgin when everyone else isn't. But I couldn't help saying that because you come across like you hate even the idea of sex. I mean, when a guy tries to flirt with you, you look at him like he's trying to throw poop in your face. Oops! I'm sorry again. I must be acting way too forward."

Christine sighed. "No, it's okay. To be honest, I really appreciate it. No one ever tells me these kinds of things. I guess I kind of scare everyone off. I'm glad I don't scare you. ... Um, God, I can't believe I'm asking this... Talk about being forward, but since you just had sex for the first time, was it everything you hoped it would be? Is it really all that great? I know it's none of my business but I want to know what it's like so badly and I don't have anyone to talk to about these kinds of things."

Christine suddenly felt very despondent, like she was on the brink of tears. Most of the time she put on a brave face and told herself that the only thing that mattered in high school was getting good grades and the fact that she had lots of acquaintances but didn't have any truly close friends was of no consequence. But every now and then, the loneliness of her "Ice Queen" position would hit her and she'd feel like a bottomless chasm was opening up in front of her. This was one of those times.

Amy was a very empathetic person and she could tell right away that Christine was having trouble keeping it together. She reached out and put her hands over Christine's in a supportive gesture. "Are you okay? Can I help?"

Christine was touched, but suddenly pulled herself together and faked a smile. "Thanks, but I'm good."

"Oh. M'kay. Anyways, to answer your question, yes! It's great! You know, I've been talking with some other girls lately, especially since I've been de-virginated, and I gather that usually first times aren't that great. But Alan made mine super special. You should have seen all the flowers and candles everywhere. He was so romantic and gentle."

Inwardly, Christine melted with satisfaction. She smiled as she imagined herself in Amy's place, and recalled her dream of Alan being the ideal Don Juan lover. "That's nice," she cooed.

But then Amy continued, "You don't know the half of it! He started off all gentle to make sure he didn't cause any pain when he went in for the first time. But then after a while I got used to it and he started going faster and deeper. Before long, it was like WHAM! WHAM WHAM!" Amy smacked her hands together with each "wham."

Christine was shocked out of her reverie with Amy's completely unexpected loud voice and smacking. "What? What happened?"

"Oh, I'm just trying to describe for you what it's like. That's what it was like. It was like, WHAM! Over and over. Alan was like some kind of human jackhammer. He just kept fucking me, over and over and over. So hard. So deep. So good. So big. God, he's so hung! It felt like I was getting impaled on a baseball bat but I mean that only in the best, most pleasurable way. You know what I mean?"

Christine was shocked, not to mention suddenly aroused. "Amy, please!" She looked around and confirmed that no one was listening. "You don't have to be so graphic."

"Sorry, I'm just trying to explain what it's like since you asked. And gosh! You wouldn't believe how long he can last! He's like the Energizer bunny guy. God, he just fucked, um, sorry, he uh, penetrated me, for hours! At least it seemed that way. And then we woke up in the middle of the night and did it even more! I was so overwhelmed that I yelled out 'Take me!' I know that sounds cheesy, but that's how I felt. It was like he tamed me with his big, uh, thingy. Sorry for being so graphic but I don't know how to talk about it otherwise."

"That's okay." Christine was wistful now. "It sounds so good. Amy, you know, I've been the biggest fool. I've been completely ignoring my body's sexual needs. Maybe that's one reason why I'm so cranky with everyone. I want what you have."

Amy replied enthusiastically, "Totally! You should totally do it! Sex is great. It's better than great, it's super duper amazowonderifically fantastic! With your looks, you should be able to get just about any boy in school. The only thing I'd recommend though is that you should ask the guy you want out yourself 'cos of your reputation as the Ice Queen and all."

"Thanks." Christine sighed. "The only problem is, the guy I want is already going out with someone. I'm speaking about Alan."

"Oh! Uh-oh. He's going out with me. I'm his official girlfriend, you know."

"I do know." Christine couldn't help but roll her eyes a bit at this stating of the obvious. "However, you were telling me about how he has an open relationship. You know, all his 'helpers.' So I was thinking: would it be totally impossible for him to have two girlfriends? If he needs that much help? I'm just kind of brainstorming here. I don't want to go around your back so I thought I'd ask your permission before I talked to Alan about that."

Amy was very disturbed by that, especially since she was aware of the way Alan had pined away for Christine for most of the past two years while he'd mostly ignored Amy's attempts to get him interested. Like Katherine, she was very open minded about Alan's other lovers in general but felt threatened by Christine both because of Alan and Christine's history and also because Christine was so amazing at everything she did. It was very tough to compete against her.

There was a long pause as Amy thought.

Christine's heart began to sink.

Finally, Amy said, "Um, that could be a problem. There can only be one official girlfriend, and that's me. I'm sorry."

Christine suddenly blurted out, "I don't want to remain a virgin forever! Amy, you sound so happy. I'm so miserable. I never even realized it until lately, but I am!" She was never so nakedly emotional with people like this, but she was so despondent that she didn't care what she said or did. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of that lonely chasm.

Amy could see that Christine was about to lose it and start crying. Her heart went out to her. She put her hands on Christine's hands again. "Christine, I can imagine how you feel. Alan's a pretty special guy. Once you have him, you don't want the run of the mill guys anymore. The problem is, there are a lot of girls who want him and there's only one of him to go around."

"I know." Christine's strong willpower was reasserting itself and she was pulling herself back from the brink of crying.

Amy continued, "But since you're so bummed and all, and you and Alan are friends, well, it would be okay with me if you wanted to fool around with him a bit. But just every once in a while, okay? He's already pretty busy with that kind of stuff as it is. Really busy. But I should warn you before you do it, it's like I just said. Once you have him, you won't want anyone else. All of us, Alan's girls, we're hooked."

Amy's voice suddenly turned very serious, but also curiously gentle and understanding. "Are you sure you want to be hooked? 'Cause once you are, there's no turning back."

Christine was touched. "Oh Amy. That's so nice of you. I imagine that's not an easy thing for you to say 'cos you're probably scared of me. Hell, everyone's scared of me. I'm really not that scary. I just... need to learn how to open up and deal with people a little better. ... The thing is... Thanks for your offer, but I don't think I could just be one of his 'helpers.' He means too much to me. Once I opened my heart up to him like that, I think it would be more painful than anything to only be able to see him and be with him every once and a while. Maybe it's better for everyone if we just remain friends and I just keep seeing him on these non-romantic dates we're having. ... God, Amy, I was such a fool! If only I'd said yes when he asked me out!"

Amy tried her best to commiserate, but didn't know what to say. She agreed for her own selfish reasons that it would be better if Christine didn't get physically involved with Alan, but she figured it wouldn't be smart to say that out loud. Instead, she just squeezed Christine's hands to show her support.

Christine wanted to be alone to feel sorry for herself. So she said, "Thanks. Thanks a lot. Amy, you're such a giving person. I can see why you would turn down my two girlfriends idea; it's probably completely unworkable. For one thing, I'd never live it down at school. I don't know what I was thinking. It's just that I want to be with him so bad. You make it sound so wonderful, not to mention pleasurable. I wish there was some way I could turn back the clock before he had all these helpers but now it's too late for me. Please don't tell him we had this talk, okay? I still need to think this through and figure out what I want. I don't want to ruin the platonic fun I'm having with him right now either."

"M'kay. Don't worry. It'll get better, I'm sure. You're such an amazing girl; wow, I couldn't even imagine being all smart and hard working and talented and everything like you. Not to mention so beautiful. I'm sure you're totally gonna find some super wonderful guy of your own real soon."

"I hope so. Thanks again for listening to my crazy ramblings. I don't want to fight you about Alan, I'm not that kind of person. I've got to go." She stood and hurried out of the cafeteria.

A few people, including some of Heather's spies, had witnessed the encounter from a distance and wondered what the obviously emotionally intense conversation between two girls who were only remote acquaintances was all about. But no one was close enough to hear and neither Christine nor Amy was willing to give a hint to anyone else about what they'd discussed.

Christine wandered the school grounds alone for the rest of lunch, not bothering to eat. She really wanted to break down and cry but her strong willpower, not to mention pride, prevented her from having that emotional release. Deep down she felt that she'd lost any chance with Alan for good now, and Amy's obvious romantic happiness and great sexual satisfaction only made her sorrow that much more painful.

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