CHAPTER 1 (Monday, Nov. 25)

Around the time the Plummer family started enjoying themselves, Suzanne was in her kitchen making dinner when she got a phone call from Brenda.

The overly busty submissive sounded very urgent. "Suzanne! I'm so glad I could reach you. I know it's not my place for someone as lowly as me to ask a favor from someone as mighty as you, but I could really use your help. Right away."

Suzanne looked around the kitchen. Her hands were messy as she and Amy were in the middle of cutting vegetables. "I'd love to help, but I'm kind of in the middle of something. Preparing dinner, actually. There's a lot of very important things happening this evening so your timing isn't very good. What is it?"

"It's about Adrian. I'm having all kinds of trouble, you know, with the program of events you wanted me to start. I need your advice!" She paused, then whispered into the phone, "My Mistress." Adrian was taking a nap last she'd checked, and she assumed he still was, but now that the video monitors had been installed all over the house she couldn't be completely sure if she was being overheard or not.

Brenda's mansion was only a mile or so away from the street where the Plummers and Pestridges lived, in an even more exclusive part of that neighborhood, so Suzanne decided to speak to Brenda in person. She left Amy to finish preparing dinner and made arrangements to eat at Brenda's house instead. She ruefully thought that she'd missed dinner at her own house so often lately that her son Brad would hardly notice her being gone one more time. (She only cared for her son and how absent she'd been from his life, and gave little thought to missing or disappointing her husband Eric. In her mind, she was as good as divorced already even though she hadn't lowered the boom on him yet.)

Suzanne showed up at Brenda's door a few minutes later. She wore a turquoise green bathing suit underneath her outfit, since Brenda had asked her to dress that way. Brenda wore a more revealing blue bikini. The reason for the bathing gear soon became clear. Brenda led her right through the house to her vast back yard. The two of them stripped down to their bathing suits and sunglasses, then dipped into the hot Jacuzzi. In keeping with the Hunter estate's opulence, it was no ordinary Jacuzzi but rather a surprisingly large body of water surrounded by rocks, which was in turn framed by a Japanese garden complete with gazebo. It seemed more like a Japanese natural hot springs than a mere Jacuzzi.

Suzanne said as she settled into the water, "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Not that I'm complaining, but is there any special reason why we couldn't just talk in your living room?"

"Yes, my Mistress. That new video surveillance system of yours. It's both a blessing and a curse. I think Adrian is still napping and my maid Anika is keeping an eye on him just to be sure, but I thought this would be the safest bet. As you know from today's installation, practically the whole house is covered with video monitors, but the outside isn't at all. He may be able to see us from his balcony, but there's no way he can hear us above the churning water unless we shout." She made a significant look at a second story balcony about one hundred feet away.

Suzanne saw that the drapes on the balcony were closed, and felt reassured. Not only did she not want to be heard by Adrian, but she didn't want to be ogled by him either. As far as she was concerned, Alan was the only one who had ogling rights. "Ah. Good thinking. So, what's up?"

"It's this seduction plan, Mistress. I'm screwing it all up. I can't do anything right!" Brenda agonized, "The problem is that I get so excited! I just want to up and get fucked by him already! This whole mucking about with teasing... Why do I have to wait another minute to feel his hot pole sliding in and out of me? It's so aggravating! In fact, with the way I behaved today, it's a near thing my son still has his virginity. You wouldn't believe what I did..."

She started telling Suzanne everything that had happened since Adrian came home. She explained the rectal thermometer story, but that wasn't all. After it was over, Anika strongly recommended that Brenda stay away from Adrian, because Brenda's climax in the bathtub had seemingly only whetted the buxom woman's already voracious sexual appetite. Now that Brenda had gotten over her initial nervousness about seducing her son and adjusted to her new role, she was like a cat in heat. She was so aroused that she could hardly stand in a hallway without rubbing her crotch against a doorframe.

So Brenda followed Anika's stern advice and stayed away from her second favorite male. But thanks to the newly installed video system, she didn't have to be anywhere near Adrian to have her fun. She spent the rest of the afternoon cavorting around in her bedroom, wearing little to nothing, bending and preening and jiggling. Her thin excuse was that she was going through her old clothes, trying them on one by one and then throwing them into "keep" and "throw away" piles.

She knew Adrian was in the monitoring room next to his room, jacking off the entire time. She knew this quite well because she alternated her teasing with trips to her walk-in closet (out of view of Adrian's cameras), where she could monitor a camera of her own pointed right at where he sat in the monitoring room. She'd frig herself until she came watching her son cum, then she'd go back out to her bedroom and cavort around some more, starting the process all over again. This happened three times, and would have kept going indefinitely except that finally Adrian was too exhausted to masturbate any more. He went back to his room and collapsed.

Brenda explained all of this to her mistress, except in the kind of detail that got both of them quite aroused. For instance, when she described the first time she watched him cum on video, she said, "So there he was. I knew he was going to blow any second, thinking of me! His mother! But when he came I think he was even more surprised than I was. He let out a little yelp - great sound system, by the way - and his cum flew straight up - up, up, up and up, aaaalmost hitting the ceiling, then came down and hit him in the face and chest! Some of it almost landed in his mouth, which was hanging wide open in surprise. It was so beautiful! I only wish it could have splattered all over me instead. What I wouldn't give to feel that hot jism course through his penis, and feel the pressure as it rocketed past my tiny grip and covered me in a pearl necklace. Oh, and then when he was done he moaned out loud, 'Momma, Momma, what have I done?' That's my favorite part! He tries so hard to be a good boy, but he just can't help his incestuous urges to drill his helpless, big-breasted momma and fill her every hole to overflowing with tasty spunk! So naughty!"

She could have continued like that indefinitely. Suzanne was enjoying it and getting quite flushed, but time was pressing and she eventually had to cut her off and tell her to skip to what kind of help she needed.

Her chest still heaving in her tiny dark blue bikini, Brenda tried to calm her panting and focus on what she had to say. "So you can see why I called you over. I have no self-control! I'm especially having a hard time understanding why I should have any. I want you to explain that to me again. Obviously Adrian wants me and I want him in the most profound way. The most deep, penetrating, fundamental way! My Master Alan gave his permission for me to be with my son, so everything's good, isn't it? Why can't I just get fucked by my son and then sort out the fallout later? If he's going to be my latest master and superior, then my body belongs to him, and it would be wrong for me to hold back from him even one more hour!"

Suzanne chuckled at Brenda's eagerness while her eyes bobbed up and down with the heaving of Brenda's breasts. "Yes, that's all true. However, never forget who your supreme master is. If Alan and Adrian are standing naked side by side and both have erections, what are you going to do?"

"That's obvious! I'll eagerly spread my legs for my Master. My Supreme Master, Alan. Ooh! I love the sound of that. But what does that have to do with-"

"Brenda, think! This is a very delicate situation. I'm sorry that I didn't have more time to explain things, but these past few days have been so busy. Your goal is not just to seduce Adrian in any old way. You have to seduce him in a manner that will get him to accept Alan's role in your life. That's not easy. Not easy at all. Now, luckily, from the little I've seen of Adrian, he seems, well, to be blunt, a bit of a pushover. But any male is going to be very resentful of Alan's role in your new life. Just think about it from your son's point of view. A matter of weeks ago, you were like any other mother, with the exception of the extra endowments God gave you. But now you're turning into a complete slut right before his eyes, and soon he'll find out that you're just another nymph in a big harem. Even worse, your master is seemingly just another average student in the same high school he's going to! I don't care how mellow or wimpy he is, he's going to be shocked and appalled, if not outright completely disbelieving!"

"Oh. God. Mistress! I never thought of all that. What am I going to do? He HAS to understand that my body belongs first and foremost to Master Alan!" She seemed quite disturbed that anyone wouldn't naturally understand that because it seemed so patently obvious to her.

"That's why I was trying to tell you to go slow with your son's seduction. Consider yourself very lucky that you have such an understanding master who will let you sleep with your son in the first place. He sees, like all of us Plummers do, that it's very important for you psychologically to be with Adrian. You have a deep need. But your son has to understand that there's a price to having his fantasies fulfilled. For one, you only belong to him during the hours that you're at home. Your duties at the Plummer house come first and foremost. For another, he can never sleep with any other girl but you, because we don't want to be getting sexual diseases through him."

"Of course. I understand that. It's only right. Big-titted women like me must have a natural master, just as Susan's brilliant theory predicts, and Alan is obviously the man for me, my one and only, My Superior Master. One whiff of his cum and I knew I was hooked for life. But how do I get Adrian to understand all that?"

Suzanne slid down in the water, relaxing a little more. She thought, It's completely bizarre Brenda would call Alan "My Superior Master." With those Matrix-styled glasses on, she seems so together, so cocky, even. But I guess there's no understanding the human heart. ... Shit! She's not really THAT different from me when it comes to her status with Alan. That's kind of scary!

She pushed this disturbing thought away, and finally came around to Brenda's question. "That's where the slow seduction comes in. You have to build up his desire to simply unbearable levels. I know how much he wants you; I've seen it written on his face in the couple of times I've met him. But you have to turn him into a complete wreck so that he wants you so bad he doesn't know if he's coming or going. While seducing him, slowly reveal details of your new life and your role as one of Alan's personal fuck toys. After each new bit of information, wait until he fully understands it and acknowledges it. Only then reward him with more of your body. For instance, first let him know that you belong to another man who has many other beautiful women at his beck and call. Tell him you can only pleasure him with the permission of this new man. Once he sincerely understands all this, only then can you reward him with a handjob."

"But that could take ages! I want to jack him off now!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Then make him understand these things sooner rather than later. But slowly! Don't just take his word for it. It'll take time for these ideas to sink in. You were telling me earlier today that your maid Anika knows everything already. She seems very trustworthy. Don't go to the next stage until she gives me the okay sign that he's passed his latest test. All right?"

Brenda slumped down, defeated. "Yeah. I guess. What a drag! This could take weeks or months. Years, even! What if my Aidy NEVER accepts the details of my new life?!"

"Don't worry, he will. I guarantee it. If nothing else, my scheme will work on a purely Pavlovian level. You remember Pavlov, the doctor with the salivating dogs and the bells? If you're a good temptress you can get a man to do ANYTHING and even have him love doing it. Believe me, I know. I've done it over and over. I've had many lovers before Alan and you should see how I had every single one of them wrapped around my finger."

"Forgive me, Mistress, but if that's true, then why is it you don't control Alan in the same way?"

Suzanne didn't like that question at all, and shot Brenda a mean look. But she quickly recovered her normal smile, masking just what a touchy subject that question brought up. How do I explain that Alan stole his way into my heart and I can't be as calculating with him as I was to everyone else? It just wouldn't feel right. "My Sweetie is different, okay? He's not like other men, as you fully know first hand. Can we leave it at that?"

Brenda nodded, very sorry she'd been so uppity as to ask a question that so obviously upset her mistress. She hoped Suzanne would punish her with a solid spanking for it the next time she was back at the Plummer house. She made a mental note to remind her about it, forgetting that spankings were now rewards given to her when she was good.

"Look, Brenda. Adrian wants you so bad that properly seducing him will be a piece of cake. By the time you're done with him he'll literally worship the ground Alan walks on because Alan will have been the one who has given you permission each step of the way and has made everything possible, thanks to his great generosity. You'll also benefit from the fact that the more he masturbates the greater his endurance, and the larger his cum loads will be, just like happened with Alan."

Brenda looked off dreamily towards her son's balcony and said, "Then Aidy will be just like me."

It took some seconds for Suzanne to figure out what Brenda meant. Ah. Yes, he'll worship the ground Alan walks on just like she does. This woman is too much. She gives us harem nymphos a bad name. But then again I'm not exactly turning her down as my sex slave, either. I'm as much to blame as anyone is for her being this submissive, and yet I'm just digging her in deeper even as I sit here. Am I turning into "bad Suzanne"? Heh-heh!

Far from bothering Suzanne, these ideas aroused her and made her want to take advantage of her sex slave. She said, "Brenda, you're making your mistress all horny. I want you to finger my pussy."

Brenda looked around nervously. "But I can't. He's watching us right now!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. The curtains to his room were completely closed a few minutes ago but now they're open a couple of inches. It's always like that when he spies on me in the Jacuzzi. If you look closely sometimes you can catch the glint of sunlight reflecting off his binoculars."

"Binoculars? Ah. Now I see why we're still wearing sunglasses even though it's getting dark. You see what I mean, Brenda? He's so far gone that he won't stand a chance. How long has he been spying on your swimming?"

"Oh, since puberty hit him at about thirteen."

"Holy mackerel! But why should his spying stop us? Take your top off and scoot up next to me. He won't be able to see what your hands are doing underneath all the bubbly water, if you're careful. Sit low in the water but not so low that he can't see all of your tits, and don't move your upper arms."

Brenda had been sitting on the opposite side of the Jacuzzi, but moved around to where Suzanne wanted her. As she undid her bikini top, she asked, "Mistress, aren't you going to take your top off, too? I love to see you naked. You know that when I'm not masturbating to thoughts of Alan or Adrian, it's usually to thoughts of you or Susan."

Suzanne put her arm around Brenda and pulled her closer. "I know, but my body belongs completely to Alan now, and only to him. No other man, not even your young son looking from a great distance, has the right to see any of my privates exposed. Why do you think I came here wearing my most conservative bathing suit?"

As Suzanne said these words, she marveled at the sincere pride with which she said them. She thought back to Brenda's earlier painful question and thought, What IS it about my Sweetie that makes me say such things? A strange love, indeed, but I do love him so much.

Brenda nodded knowingly. Despite her strong feelings for her son, she felt a little jealous that she couldn't have such a singular devotion to just one man. But then she thought, My body belongs to all my superiors, including my Mistress Suzanne. It's not for me to question my role; my only duty is to serve. I'm so naughty that it takes all these superiors to control me. With another nervous glance up towards Adrian's balcony, she began frigging Suzanne's pussy as discretely as possible.

Suzanne alternated between discretely looking up towards Adrian's balcony and looking over at Brenda's tits. As she did the latter, she thought, Talk about "floatation devices"! I never thought that I, of all people, would have boob envy. It's not so much the sheer size as those long nipples I love. How could a woman with boobs that big and that all around beautiful be so submissive and so willing to do anything for Alan? ... Argh. I don't like thinking about Brenda's situation. It reminds me too much of my own.

The sun went behind some hills, and seconds later some tasteful night lighting automatically turned on, illuminating their Jacuzzi. Suzanne noted, "Ah. Lifestyles of the rich and wicked. I don't know why neither I nor Susan have Jacuzzis of our own. We certainly could afford it. Would you mind if, some night Adrian isn't here, we bring the Plummer gang over? We could fit the whole harem in this giant Jacuzzi, plus some of Alan's latest conquests to boot. Think of all the fun we could have!"

"Would I mind? Mistress Suzanne, everything you see here now belongs to the Plummers, just as I belong utterly and completely to the Plummers. It goes without saying that you can do anything with my fortune and my possessions just like you can do anything with my body." Brenda really meant it, too, but she did feel some sadness in the fact that Suzanne's words implied Adrian would always be on the outside from the Plummer family.

Suzanne replied, "I'm glad you're so understanding. You really are a great slave." She had a hard time not bursting out into laughter at the absurdity of it all. A slave! Brenda's completely serious about her new life, and she IS going to share her fortune with us, after all! Life is fucking ridiculously good ever since I kicked the six times a day scheme into motion. Brenda's so into the slave idea that she makes Katherine's fuck toy concept seem completely normal and rational in comparison. But who am I to judge her choices, if this is what makes her happy? Just like the question of her money: she knows we're good people who aren't going to rip her off. It goes without saying that we'll love and care for her as long as she wants to be with us. In fact, I'm almost positive she'll become a member of the Plummer family in time. She knows she'll never want for any material things, which is a good thing since she's just about the most spoiled and pampered slave or maid in history!

But the ivory beauty redirected her thoughts and tried to get down to business. She finally took her sunglasses off, and said, "Now, let's get talking about seduction techniques. My time here is very limited and I hope Anika is cooking up a quick dinner. To be honest, I'm going to get fucked by Alan tonight and I have a lot of preparation to do first."

"Oh, I'm so jealous! But I know so little about seduction. I'm not like you. Everything you do is completely seductive! With the way you swish your hips and shake your rack, I don't understand how you manage to walk a block down the street without getting gang raped every time."

"Good God, woman! You're just as beautiful as I am. You must know SOMETHING about seduction."

"Surprisingly little, actually. I've spent all my life keeping my head down and wearing baggy clothes, trying to deflect attention from myself. Aside from a little gold digging, I've kept as low a profile as humanly possible."

Suzanne sighed and spoke her mind. "Then we've got a lot of work to do."

Suzanne filled Brenda with advice until dinner was ready, and all the while Brenda worked Suzanne's pussy and clit. The main problem Suzanne noticed was Brenda's lack of self-control. For instance, Brenda would really get into fingering Suzanne's pussy and forget everything else, forcing Suzanne to repeatedly remind her not to be so obvious with her upper arm movements. Suzanne didn't have an easy answer to Brenda's enthusiasm except to suggest that Anika stay close and effectively serve as the restraint Brenda almost entirely lacked.

Suzanne felt a bit bad, because she knew the problem was partly her making. Brenda, Susan, Katherine. I've let all these women around me go too far. Brenda and Susan especially are so into sex with Alan that they're almost kind of loony. I really should try to pull them back to reality a bit, but how do I put the genie back in the bottle? Maybe in Brenda's case I should manipulate both Brenda AND Adrian, and get both of them to work on changing each other. He can help bring her down to Earth, if anyone can. ... But on the other hand it's so much fun to have her as our completely submissive family sex slave! I can really see where Alan's coming from when he gets off on all this "master" business.

The two buxom beauties quickly dried off and met Adrian and Anika inside. Suzanne gobbled down Anika's excellent cooking. She mostly chatted with Adrian, asking him subtly probing questions to learn more about what made him tick. The one thing that really struck her was that even though she ate while still dressed in a bathing suit (as Brenda did), Adrian hardly even gave her a second glance. In a very literal sense, he only had eyes for his mother.

Suzanne was very glad to see that, but still, she wondered if Adrian could truly come to accept Alan's place in Brenda's life without seething resentment and major problems. She made a resolution to herself to better guide Brenda's seduction of Adrian. She enjoyed the prospect as she always relished an opportunity for some fun scheming. She also noted the strange contrast of Brenda's life at the Plummers, where she spent each day doing menial chores, and her life in her mansion, where Brenda dropped her fork and gave it no further thought because she correctly assumed Anika would pick it up.

Suzanne thought, Strange. Is the appeal of the slave life a kind of The Prince and the Pauper story, where the novelty will wear off after a while? No, I think that's just a small part of it. I wouldn't be surprised if another part of it is, after having everything taken care of for her, she also likes not having to make any decisions on her own. In any case, she sure is something else!

CHAPTER 2

Dinner came to an end at the Plummer house as well. Enough time had passed for Suzanne to return home and get herself ready. She and Amy didn't just want to go over to Alan's house and get fucked, they wanted everything to be just right and spent a long time preparing themselves. Amy normally didn't wear make up, but Suzanne helped her this time with some very subtle touches here and there.

Suzanne and Amy arrived at the Plummer house together and let themselves in, just as they usually did. But they didn't simply walk on into the dining room where the others were relaxing after dinner. They'd arranged a special plan with Susan and Katherine to make the evening memorable, and a dramatic entrance was a big part of it.

Suzanne came into view of the dining room first while Amy hung back. She was so stunning that she took everyone's breath away. Because of her pale skin she usually avoided wearing white, but tonight she flaunted her ivory tone and wore a pure white gown with long white gloves and even completely white high heels. She truly looked like an elegant, blindingly bright angel except for her dark red hair, which stood out like a shimmering halo of fire around her face. She wore especially dark and glossy lipstick, and for some moments Alan was transfixed by the sight of those luscious lips, and her sparkling emerald eyes.

But then his eyes dropped lower. Her gown was made of carefully arranged folds of cloth and it covered most of her except for her breasts, which only had one strip running up the middle of each, pulling tight over her extremely prominent and aroused nipples. It looked like almost any movement could cause her breasts to swing free, and of course that was how she had intended it to be.

She really hammed it up as she walked ever so slowly across the room to the dining room table. She vamped with exaggerated moves, as if she was a movie star walking down a red carpet with dozens of paparazzi snapping her pictures. She'd stop every step or two and throw up her arms to strike another cheesecake pose. Such behavior came naturally to her, as if she was born to be a star. Not for the first time, Alan was struck by how much she was like the cartoon character Jessica Rabbit come to life.

There was a slit on one side of the dress that ran far up her thigh. As she got nearer to the table she strategically stepped in such a way as to bring her dark bush into view every so often. Alan knew at that moment that it was a very good idea indeed to not have Suzanne shave her pussy - the dark pubic hair looked incredibly tempting.

Then it was Amy's turn.

She waited until her mother gave a little cough, then she knew it was her time to shine. She stepped forward into the room. However, she didn't try to follow her mother's swishy style, and just walked along like she always did, though she was more bashful and nervous than usual. She felt slightly silly being so dressed up. She desperately wanted Alan to find her in the same league as her shockingly gorgeous mother.

As soon as she came into sight, Alan exclaimed, "WOW! Amy! You look fantastic!"

An uncertain smile crossed her face. "Really?"

"Of course, really! I'm speechless!"

She smiled widely, making her appear twice as attractive as she already was. She looked so lovable beaming with joy that Alan wanted to simply hug and kiss her until the end of time. She walked the rest of the way to the dinner table with a bounce in her step.

As she got closer, Alan took a better look. She was dressed in a bright red dress (an easy choice, since everyone knew red was his favorite color). The knee-length dress had slits up to the tops of her hips, plus it was open down the front nearly to the top of where her bush would have been. It was somehow daringly revealing, yet also very formal and regal. Further, she was fully decked out with earrings, perfume, ruby red lipstick, rouge, and so forth. Suzanne wore nice, fancy clothes and make up all the time. But since Amy dressed so casually (when she was wearing clothes at all, an increasingly rare event at the Plummer house), Alan couldn't remember seeing her look anything like this. He was impressed.

Once the two arrived at the table, Alan said, "Suzanne, I've honestly never seen you look so ravishing. And Amy, you look just as good. I hardly recognize you! I'm speechless! You two look like the kind of Bond girls that Agent 007 would meet in a Monte Carlo casino. But what's the occasion?"

Suzanne struck another pose, holding up her mane of dark red hair with a hand, and said in a Zsa Zsa Gabor-styled voice while she held a devastating "come hither and fuck me" gaze, "Daalink, you just had dinner. We're your dessert."

Alan was casually dressed in a short robe and nothing else. His penis was already erect just from watching mother and daughter walk into the dining room, but it literally lurched its way out of the robe and stuck straight up after Suzanne said that.

Even though Katherine wasn't the center of attention, she was happily 'in' on the Pestridges' game. She stood up, and like a Vanna White-styled presenter cum maitre'd, she slowly swept her arms around Amy and Suzanne, and said to Alan in a snobby French accent, "Le Chateau Plummer" - she made it sound like "plume-mare" - "has two dessert items on the menu for monsieur this evening." With a great bow, and then a sweep of her arm from Suzanne's head to her legs, she said, "May I present, Pussy à la Suzanne." She stepped back with another great bow.

Suzanne walked forward and dramatically rested one of her feet on the dining table, causing her gown to ride up and exposing her pussy just a foot or two from Alan's face. Her boobs were so precariously covered by her gown that they naturally swung free, just as she'd planned.

Alan jokingly leaned forward and sniffed at her crotch. "Mmmm. Fine vintage. Lovely aroma. A bit bold and fruity... Full bodied, definitely. ... Robust. Ripe. ... Tart! She's definitely a tart. A most succulent red."

Suzanne playfully slapped him on the head, but she loved the attention.

Alan turned to Katherine and said while idly groping Suzanne's dangling tits, "Very tempting. Very tempting indeed. But you said there were two options?"

"Oui." Katherine stepped back into the light and in fact walked right up to Alan until she stood just behind his shoulder. "May I present the other selection for sir? Anus à l'Amy." Her French accent made it sound like "A-noose." Her hands swept dramatically all over and around Amy as Amy stepped forward, slightly nervous.

Amy didn't have the natural elegance that Suzanne did, and didn't know what to do with herself in such a situation. So she just walked up to the other side of Alan and got down on all fours, making sure to let her gown slide down her back and off of her ass. Then she backed up towards Alan and worked her way between his legs until her ass was practically up against his penis. Now Amy was directly underneath Suzanne, but a couple of feet below her.

Alan laughed at the differing styles, but it was a kind and delighted laugh. He said to Katherine, but to encourage Amy, "Mmmm! Would you look at this? What is this? The world's finest, sweetest peach?" He lightly stroked the globes presented to him.

Katherine leaned forward over him, dangling her own ample tits in his face. "Non, monsieur. That is Anus à l'Amy. I have eaten it many times myself and I can vouch it is a most exquisite delicacy." She couldn't resist the sight of Alan's penis sticking up like a flag pole out of his robe. She reached out and grabbed it, and began lightly stroking it.

Alan didn't mind that extra attention at all, but his focus was still on Amy. He leaned forward and ostentatiously sniffed right into his girlfriend's ass crack.

Amy could tell what Alan was doing, and said, "Aaaallan! That's gross!"

He replied, "It would be, except that you've obviously cleaned it and bathed it in oils. I swear, it DOES smell exquisite!" He turned back to Susan, who was sitting across the table from him. He said, "Boy, what should I choose, Mommy? Both selections seem so tempting." He fingered Amy's ass crack with his right hand and fingered Suzanne's pussy with his left.

Susan just smiled widely, glad that he was happy and that his penis was being stroked. "It's your choice, Son. Both of these dishes are yours now and forever, yours to do whatever you like with, day or night." But then she joked, "You know, there are some other house specialties not on the menu, such as Cunt à la Susan."

That got a frustrated groan from the other three women. "I'm just kidding," Susan protested. But she said more seriously, "So what'll you eat? I think we have a lot of anxious people here."

Amy and Suzanne both redoubled their efforts to pose for him. Amy crawled a little bit away from him (knowing that he had a thing for seeing females crawl), then wiggled her naked ass as dramatically as she could. Suzanne meanwhile also pulled back and stood up so he could admire her as a complete package. She ran her hands all over herself, causing her gown to fall down even more.

Alan looked back and forth between Amy's ass and Suzanne's pussy, and thought, How did it come to this, that all these women, these perfect ten women, will go to such great lengths to arouse me? I don't know the answer, but I love it! And the way Sis is focusing her rubbing right on Alan Junior's most sensitive spot - priceless! God, if an amoeba came near either of my "desserts," it would absolutely have to morph into a phallic shape. Nothing can resist these sexy vixens!

He pondered with a hand on his chin, and then said, "Boy. Both desserts look so tempting. They're definitely dishes, that's for sure. You know what? I'm trying to watch my weight, but I think I'm just going to have to have both. I think I'll start with the Anus à la Amy, since I've never had that one before."

Amy suddenly stood up and clapped. "Woo-hoo! Goody!" She turned around and gave Alan a big hug and kiss. Katherine had to step back and let go of Alan's penis to make way for the hug. The hug was so intimate that Amy ended up with her legs wrapped around his torso and his penis situated so that it pointed directly at her cunt while she half-stood over his lap to hug him.

Suzanne looked chagrined, but she grabbed Alan's suddenly available penis and gave it a playful, tight, squeeze while she gracefully rubbed its tip against her daughter's exposed pussy lips. "That's okay. I knew you were going to say that. But save a piece of Alan Junior for me, okay?"

Alan leaned forward and kissed her on the stomach. "Definitely. I'll let him baste in cum sauce for a while." It went without saying that Alan would choose both women, as everyone knew it was essentially his duty to hammer them both with his penis to make up for the fact they'd gone the weekend without him.

Suzanne remained standing over Alan for some long moments, smiling lovingly at him.

Finally, Amy said, "Mother? Your hand?"

"What? Oh. Right." Suzanne's playful squeeze had turned into a full on jacking off without her even consciously intending it. But even after Amy's reminder she couldn't bear to let go, and only did so after Alan stood up and walked to Amy for a kiss.

He and Amy walked hand in hand out of the dining room through the living room to the stairs. They turned back a couple of times and waved. Amy said to him, "Gosh! This is so exciting! I feel like we're leaving a wedding reception! Oooh! My ass is all tingly!"

CHAPTER 3

Alan and Amy walked up to his room still holding hands. Amy used her other hand to hold her dress up above her ass, and Alan used his other hand to cup one of her ass cheeks while they walked. He loved the sensation of Amy's big firm butt flexing under his fingers as they walked.

Amy continued to exclaim how excited she was the whole way there. As soon as they got in his room and he closed the door, she pulled her dress over her head. "Finally! Nakedness! They made me wear that 'cos they said you'd like it."

"They're smart, 'cos I did like it. I think it's a lot sexier to get undressed than start buck naked. You know, maybe because you're so full of life and youthful enthusiasm, I tend to see you as a girl. A teenager. But tonight that dress made you look like a mature woman."

Amy positively glowed at the compliment. "Cool!"

"But the important thing is that you do what you like. If you never want to wear any clothes in this house, that's fine by me."

Amy rushed up to him and kissed him on the lips. "You're so cool! Super duper double way cool boyfriend brother!" She obviously loved that idea.

Alan laughed. He decided to keep his short robe on for the moment. It made him feel like Hugh Hefner.

Suddenly, Amy turned more contemplative. "Brother? Before we start, I have a question. What's with all this submissiveness stuff that's going around? I kinda thought that was just a sexy game, like your 'bump check' games you used to play with me. But I've talked to Katherine about it and she's so SERIOUS! Same with Brenda. She's way into it. What do you think? Do you get off on being the 'master'? Is that what I should call you? Do you want us to be all slave-y?"

"Aims, it's like I was saying. Do whatever you like. I know that however I interact with you it's gonna be great and we're going to have lots of loving fun." He kissed her and softly caressed her hair before continuing. "So don't feel any pressure to call me anything or act any particular way. What turns me on the most is when you're acting like you. I want to know the real Amy."

"Well, that's cool, and I'll definitely do that, but what do you really like? If you like something, then I'll like it more, because it makes me happy to make you happy."

Alan sat on his bed and pondered. "Hmm. Tough question. Obviously, it makes me happy to make you happy, too, but that's not what you're asking. I don't know about this dominance stuff. I guess I'm straddling the fence. On the one hand, yes, it's a big turn on to have women act like my complete sex slaves. I mean, I'm so lucky to have that kind of devotion. It's incredible. But on the other hand, I really love a strong, independent woman. Like Xania, for instance."

"Xania: The Warrior Princess!" Amy joked.

"Yeah. That's a big turn on, too. I mean, do I want to see you drop everything and do nothing but serve me? No." He laced his fingers through Amy's. It felt good and reassuring simply to hold hands with her. "I want to see you develop your artistic talent and become a great artist. And I feel kind of guilty sometimes. It's not right. We go too far, like the way Mom is losing touch with reality. Yet it's such a turn-on to dominate and bark out a command like, 'You two suck my cock together, and you rim my ass.'" He dropped his head in frustration. "It's confusing!"

Amy pondered that. "Hmm. Sounds like you're still figuring it out. But if it helps, I'm totally open to doing whatever, whenever. If you want me to play being a slave sometime, I'd be into it. I could even try to be all dominating, if you want."

Alan smiled and kissed her again. "Aims, you're the greatest. Please don't remake yourself to please me or imitate some of the others when that's not really you; I love you just the way you are. You're just such a joy to be with and so understanding about everything."

Amy laid down on the bed next to him. "Thanks! However, that doesn't mean I don't have my own demands."

He raised an eyebrow curiously. "No? And what might they be?"

"Well, I've been kinda hoping that I could sleep with you overnight sometimes. I mean, we're official boyfriend and girlfriend and all, even if we're siblings now, too. And we've been going out for a while. So it's not like my father can complain if I don't come home at night. Heck, I doubt he'd even notice. And it's not like Mother is going to care! Either one of my mothers, in fact. I was kind of hoping you'd ask me, now that you're starting to spend the night with Susan and Katherine, but if you're not going to say something, I will!" Amy tossed her head defiantly, sending her hair billowing around her shoulders, but then she giggled.

Alan thought, I've never even thought about that. This just shows how oversexed I am that the idea of sleeping overnight with my official girlfriend never occurred to me. But the problem is, and she's too naïve to realize it, that Susan and Suzanne WILL mind. So will Katherine. I can see jealousies starting to brew. I think the only way to fight that is to do things equitably.

Although it was slightly deceptive, he said, "You know Aims, that's a good idea, and I'm glad you bring it up. It's good to stand up for what you want. The reason I've been hesitating with that is that I think it's best to work out a system with everyone that everybody thinks is fair. I'll think about it some more. Please tell me if there's anything else you want."

"M'kay! There is. Two things, actually. Both related. One, I want to do something with your cock right now! I hate to see it so tragically untended. And two, well... I'll wait on telling you number two."

"What? Come on, tell me."

"Nope! Later! Let's work on number one first!" Amy had been lying next to Alan on the bed with his penis sticking straight up in the air. But she quickly sat up over him and impaled herself down on it with a hearty sigh of satisfaction.

"Hey!"

"What?" she giggled. "As you can see, I'm already quite wet, but we have to get Alan Junior warmed up before we can try the other hole."

Alan laughed. "He's plenty 'warmed up.' Still, I suppose it doesn't hurt to warm him up a bit more..." Oh man, I'd almost forgotten how small and tight a fit her pussy was! The woman of the tight holes..

"That's the spirit! ... Geez, this feels so good! Doesn't it feel, like, just the absolute amazingest? You know, sometimes I think about doing all kinds of crazy things to get you to fuck me more, but then I think about how overwhelmed you are already."

Amy stopped talking and just bounced up and down on his rod for a while, doing all the work. But then she asked, "Tell me. Do you think if I acted all super-slave-y that you might want to fuck me more?"

Alan thought, God, I'm not drilling her enough! She's really missing it. Why do they ALL have to be so insatiable? "Probably not, Sister. You know I've got two moms, two sisters, and other women who want me and even need me."

"Well, can you at least fuck me once a day as your official girlfriend, and then fuck me a second time as your new sister? Ha-ha!"

He thought, Boy, they're all so needy, even in their joking. But if my "curse" in life is to always be exhausted from fucking these four kind and lovely beauties too much, then let me be cursed!

He was so aroused by everything (the choice of desserts even more than the fucking) that he didn't want to get too into his thrusting and miss out on the "main event" - the anal sex. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, as Amy's asshole was easily the tightest he'd ever encountered.

He waited until she climaxed, then he suddenly pulled out. He was ready to tackle the challenge and made a small wish that his penis wouldn't be too big to fit into her hole.

CHAPTER 4

Amy complained, "Aww. Bummer. I feel so empty. You don't want- OH!" She had to cry out because seconds after Alan pulled his penis out of her pussy he pushed a finger into her asshole. It slid in surprisingly easily, because that hole was heavily lubricated.

Alan noticed that someone had thoughtfully left a bottle of lubricant by his bedside as well. It made him feel good, as if silent, secretive elves were taking care of all his needs behind his back.

"Oh, ALAN!" she cooed lovingly. He got off on her obvious excitement and roughly grasped and fondled her big ass cheeks. He only had one free hand at the moment, which was frustrating because he wanted to touch every part of her wide yet firm ass at once.

He went deeper and deeper into her rectum with his middle finger with each pass. After some minutes he had it in as far as it could go. Still, even with all the lubrication, the fit was tight.

Her asshole was also quite active, spastically clutching and clenching around his finger as he probed her.

Eventually he wanted to switch to putting two fingers in, but he encountered difficulty even though her hole was looser than usual. He noted, "I see you've prepared yourself."

"Yep! I've been wearing butt plugs, like, ALL the time! School is such a drag 'cos Mother said I couldn't wear one there, but I wore one even during the whole Dr. Fredrickson thing. I drank some wine earlier to help me relax. And I just had an enema and even-"

"Whoa! Too much information. Boy, you're tight. UGH!" He wondered why her asshole wasn't more open if she'd been wearing butt plugs so much, but unfortunately a good deal of time had passed since she'd taken the latest one out, so it wouldn't mar her display as one of his "desserts." Since then, her hole had tightened up again.

"Aims, can you pull your ass open with both hands for me? You're so tight I need to use my other hand to help get a second finger into you."

"M'kay," Amy dreamily sighed. Reaching around with both hands, she cupped her buttocks and slowly spread them open for Alan. She shivered in excitement as her big ass cheeks parted.

Alan felt the ripples of Amy's excitement as her asshole fluttered around his buried finger. While slowly pistoning the finger he already had inside her, Alan tickled and teased the outside of her anus with gentle strokes and feather light touches from his other hand. Gradually, his technique started to pay off as Amy's anus relaxed and reveled in the attention rather than tensing up and clutching at the finger already imprisoned in her exquisite tightness.

Alan kissed up and down the cleft between Amy's spread buttocks as he slowly fingerfucked her asshole. That made her sigh and moan and pull her ass cheeks wider and wider. He finally felt she was ready for more and managed to push a second finger into her.

Amy responded with loud and very excited groans as she arched her back and thrust her hips back onto his fingers. In fact, she kept pushing back until they were as deep as they could go. Her whole body shuddered as her asshole throbbed and pulsed around his fingers.

Alan was able to piston his fingers in and out, with some effort, but the resistance he encountered made him wonder, How on Earth will I be able to get the width of my penis inside this tiny hole if my two fingers can barely make it? But for the time being he just enjoyed himself and pistoned with his fingers while kissing Amy all over her back. He could tell she was thrilled too from her increasingly sexy moaning.

Even though Amy was normally very relaxed, she seemed both excited and nervous. He figured her excitement was as bad as her nervousness was for making her ass tense up. He ran the tip of his tongue up through her ass crack in a single tickling swipe, which made her squeal with glee, but also tighten up a bit more in surprise.

Alan hoped that fingering Amy's asshole with two fingers would help her get used to being penetrated enough for the main event yet to come. Meanwhile, he tried to do everything else he could think of to get her to relax. He had her lie face down with a pillow under her hips to raise them up. While he kept working his fingers in her ass, he massaged her back with his other hand and nuzzled his face in her neck. He cooed, "Aims, I want you to know something. I love you so much. Whatever happens, it's cool. Even if we don't get it in-"

"We're going to get it in!" she hotly interrupted. She sounded extremely determined and shoved her ass back onto his fingers as if to underscore her resolve.

He felt her whole body tense up at the same time, and thought, Well, that backfired. What now, genius Romeo? If only Heather knew just how clueless I really am when it comes to anal sex, she'd probably laugh in my face. I read a little bit in those sex books I bought, true, but none of them had anything to say about an asshole like this one. If I try my penis now there's no way it's going to work. Dang!

While he pondered that problem, he kept at what he was doing, pistoning, and massaging, all the while cooing happy things almost directly into her ear. He said, "Aims, you're the super bestest girlfriend ever."

She laughed. "Hey! You sound just like me! YOU'RE the superest!"

"No, you are! You're the super duperest!"

"No, YOU are! You're super double duper!"

Before long, they were laughing and teasing and tickling, and generally having a really great time. Alan felt it almost seemed a shame to interrupt their playing around with the anal sex. However, while he wasn't rushing things, he was also aware that Suzanne was waiting for him. So, once he had Amy as relaxed and soft as mush, he plotted his next move.

He called out, "SIS! HEY KATHERINE! CAN YOU COME HERE?"

It took a while, but Katherine did come. He thought she was just across the hallway in her room, but in fact she'd been downstairs, jealously watching and masturbating to the action in his room. So she was a bit flushed and disheveled. She popped her head in. "Yes, Brother?"

"Good. You're here. Big Pleasure Pillows Sis, can you do me a favor? Can you get me a variety of anal dildos from the underwear cabinet or wherever they may be? I'm thinking of using those as a kind of stepping stone."

"Ah. Okay. Just a sec." As she walked off, she thought, Grrr! Martyr sister has to go do the dildo fetching errand while brand new double-D's sister gets to have all the fun. Why did I have to volunteer to give him a break this morning? Everyone else gets a big welcome back fuck full-on production, and I just get a quickie under the table. No fair. No fair! Still, I shouldn't blame this on Amy. She can't help it if he's making her feel so great. Grrr! ... "You're the super duperest." When is he going to say things like that to me?

She came back and rather testily handed Alan several dildos. He could see she was moody, but he quite literally had his hands full with Amy. Katherine spun on her heels and left the room. She couldn't help herself and went downstairs to watch them on video some more.

He said to Amy, "Okay, I've heard this is easiest if we do it doggy-style. So get up on all fours on the bed."

"M'kay!"

Wordlessly, Alan pulled his fingers out and replaced them with a rather small and soft jelly anal toy. It went in all right, so he started sliding it in and out. He was amazed at Amy's reaction. She'd been loving his fingers, but now she seemed practically beside herself with ecstasy. Soon she was gasping, panting, and moaning as if she was in the middle of a wild fuck romp. Alan joked, "Aims, save some of that excitement for when I actually get a real penis in there."

"I'm sorry Brother, but it feels SOOOOO GOOOOOD! I think I have kind of a ... a thing for ... anal... Brenda- OH! YES! ... Mmmm! That's so good!" She was too carried away to be able to tell him what she and Brenda had discussed the night before, which was just as well since that was supposed to be a surprise and Alan had no clue that Brenda had been in the Plummer house recently.

Experimentally, Alan reached forward and touched her clit.

Amy let out one of her ear-splitting screams and came in a massive climax. She was so overwhelmed that she fell forward into the bed, completely limp and spent.

Again, Alan was bit chagrined by the intensity of her reaction. If she's enjoying a tiny little dildo this much, then my penis is liable to kill her. This is nothing like the way I anally deflowered, say, Heather or Mom. This is an intense struggle! A battle!

Luckily, the climax seemed to have greatly relaxed her. In fact, now she was so limp she could hardly even sit up on her own. So he pulled her down to the bottom of the bed and had her lie up against it on her belly. Her ass hung out over the edge and her knees rested on the floor.

"Aims? I'm going to give it a shot now. I think it'll go fine. Okay?"

"M'kaaaaaayyy." She was so relaxed that she even slurred her speech.

Alan put more lubrication on his penis and around her sphincter. Then he pulled her ass cheeks wide open, put his penis head up against her asshole, and paused.

He prayed, Please, God, make this fit! I'm going to be so bummed if I can't fuck her. She'd obviously love it so much. But if it doesn't fit now, with her as limp as a puddle of goo, it never will.

He said, "Aims? My penis is up against your hole. I'll hold still and let you push back, okay? That way you can go as fast or slow as you want. Do you think you can do that?"

"Mmmm hmm." Her voice was so relaxed that he feared she was falling asleep. But she was far from sleepy. Slowly but steadily, she lazily rocked her hips back and forth while Alan kept a firm grip on her plush buttocks, holding them apart.

She pushed back again and again, but the progress could only be measured in millimeters. Finally, she said, "My love, I think we're going to have to do this together. You push forward, I'll push back, and then maybe we can find the right rhythm. Don't hold back. I can take it! Push!"

So Alan pushed, in time with Amy's efforts. But she suddenly began to yelp at each syncopated thrust, "Ouch. Ouch! Ouch! OUCH!"

Alan stopped pushing, but he didn't pull back and lose any of the hard-won progress his penis had made. They rested while the tip of his penis kept her twitching asshole slightly dilated.

When Amy had mostly recovered, she said in a cute voice, "That was far too ouch-y." But then, after some more deep breaths, she said with great determination, "I am not going to give up. Don't even THINK about stopping now, my favorite boyfriend!"

All the while they rested, her ass had been slowly relaxing and adjusting to accommodate the large intruder. So when they started pushing again, it was a bit easier, and they made a little more progress, slowly but surely.

But his penis head still hadn't gone in yet. That was the widest and most difficult part; although both knew it would be relatively smooth sailing after that.

They gathered their energies for one big effort. They wiggled and pushed and screamed for what seemed like ages. Just when Alan was about to give up and concede that his penis simply didn't fit and could never fit, there was an unexpected "whoosh" sensation. His penis slid into Amy a good inch or more before it stopped again when her asshole clamped down hard with a vice-like grip on his intruding meaty shaft.

Amy's head came up off the bed, her back arched, her eyes grew as big as milk saucers, and her mouth hung wide open. She gasped for air in great gulping lungfuls as though she couldn't breathe. Her whole body reflexively recoiled away from Alan to try and escape the painful penetration of her asshole, but her position with her ass hanging off the bed didn't allow her enough room to pull away.

Alan hooted, hollered, and pumped his fists even as he continued to press his penis deeper in. "It's in, Aims! It's in!"

"You- OW! You don't have to- ah! ... tell me!" Amy panted between heaving breaths. "I can- huh! ... feel it, unngh, so big! Oh!" Amy buried her face in the bed, clenched her hands into fists and pounded them into the bedsprings like a drum major, making the entire bed vibrate. Her whole body kept jerking as waves of pain lashed outwards from her powerfully pulsing asshole, which kept trying to expel the enormous penis that had stretched her decidedly small anal sphincter to its limit.

CHAPTER 5

Suddenly Alan's sense of victory was overwhelmed by concern for Amy. He could feel her anus trying to "bite off" the head of his penis, which he already had inside her, which was an exciting mixture of pleasure and pain. "Aims, does it hurt?"

"Ye-hes..." came the muffled response. Her body twitched in time to the pulses of her anal spasms.

"Aims, do you ... do you want me to, you know ... take it out?"

Amy turned her head until she could look at the concerned face of her lover. Alan could see that her eyes were watering as she bravely tried to hold off tears. "No, don't take it out. I want it. I want it more than anything. Just- just hold still while I ... while I get used to it." Amy's asshole throbbed and pulsed, powerfully. Her whole body shivered. "Good God, when did you get so gianormously humongerous? How much have you got in me? Half? More?"

Alan felt a little sheepish, answering truthfully, "You've um, only got the head so far, so there's uh ... plenty more where that came from."

Amy wriggled her hips ever so slightly, which made her gasp and arch her back again, lifting her head up off the bed. She then settled back down with one of the sexiest groans Alan had ever heard in his entire life.

Alan cautiously waited a little bit before he filled his hands with Amy's big buttcheeks and started squeezing and kneading them with his fingers while gently rolling them around in his palms.

As if his putting his hands on her ass was flip-switch, Alan felt Amy suddenly relax.

The tension drained out of her legs, and her breathing changed as her head lolled comfortably to the side and she sighed. Most importantly, her anus began to finally relax its "death grip" on him and seemed to decide that being stretched so extremely widely and penetrated by his penis wasn't really such a bad idea after all. Amy's asshole continued to pulse and throb just as it had done up until now, but did so more in welcome acceptance of his invading penis than in defensive and hostile rejection of it.

"Does it still hurt, Aims?" Alan asked, the loving concern obvious in his voice. He didn't stop playing with her asscheeks however.

It took Amy a few moments to answer. "Some, but not like it did at first ... and it's starting to feel really good now. Really really good!" She paused, and then said in a slightly doubtful voice, "I'm ready for more."

To Alan's astonishment, her ass slowly started to swallow up his penis, bit by bit, although there was still a fair amount of resistance to overcome. Like her anus, Amy's rectum was just naturally smaller in size to begin with, and therefore naturally tighter than any Alan had ever experienced. As more of his erection entered her, the head of Alan's penis had to stretch the elastic walls of her rectum open wider than they had ever needed to be before.

Amy tried to keep her asshole relaxed, so as to make Alan's penetration of her ass easier for the both of them, but the virginal tightness of her interior was something she had no control over, especially since Alan was almost (but, fortunately, not quite) too big for her to accommodate without injury in the first place. Although the area around the head of Alan's penis felt painfully violated as he fucked deeper and deeper into her virgin asshole, the feeling of the shaft behind the head massaging her tightly clasping rectal walls was unbearably exciting for her, to judge by the way her insides so actively responded to being fucked for the first time. Amy was very aware of every nuanced detail of Alan's penis, from the shape of the veins within it to the heat and throbbing pulse of blood surging through it with his heartbeat, as she accepted more and more of his fuckmeat into her asshole.

She felt the delicate tickling brush of Alan's pubic hairs against her butt and let out a great moan as Alan's penis sank into her yet further still. "YES! Almost there! .... YES! ... OH GOD! I'M SO FULL!"

Alan paused a few moments then resumed pressing forward. But as he did so he began to feel a new sensation. It felt as if Amy was tightening up inside, if that was possible, but lengthwise along his penis instead of around him as he would have expected. His penis had reached the end of her small rectum, and the last fraction of an inch he pressed into Amy stretched her tight and deep around his erection. To Alan it felt like pulling a tight fitting glove even tighter.

But then all movement stopped, and the yelling stopped too. Amy was overcome by the pain and struggled just to breathe. It was all she could do to remain there and take what felt like a gargantuan log shoved up a very tight channel.

Alan decided she needed another break to adjust, so with his penis still deep inside her, he cooed, "Great job, Amy. Great. I love you so much. ... Hey, you want me to tell you a story?"

She grunted her approval.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. Her name was Amy and she lived in a magical kingdom. She was such a wonderful woman that I can't even begin to count the ways that she was special, but for instance, she had a great ever-present smile, awesome artistic skills, and a wonderfully creative way of abusing English grammar."

Amy was rapidly recovering, the pain slowly fading as her asshole adjusted to accommodate her lover. She giggled and mock-protested, "Hey!"

"What?" Alan said with false cluelessness. "I thought you'd find my story super-iffic."

That earned a happy snort and a laugh.

"Anyways, one day she met a nice prince, who shoved an Inter-Continental Ballistic Missile up her ass. Then they lived happily ever after, although it was a bit difficult for her to sit. The end."

Amy got a really good laugh out of that, then commented, "That's just about what it feels like! ... But it feels good now. I'm starting to get used to it and even enjoying it. Why don't you start wiggling your ICBM around? Let's do it!"

Alan lovingly brushed her cheek and lips with his fingers. "Are you sure? We can wait longer so you'll adjust better."

Amy sighed, touched by Alan's caring tenderness. She kissed his fingertips lightly, and then turned her head to look him in the eye as her asshole pulsed powerfully around his penis in anticipation of a good and thorough fucking. Her eyes suddenly looked a little wild. "Just do it! I want it! I want you! I want you to fuck me. Fuck MY ASS!"

Alan laughed. But after waiting only a little while longer, he started to slowly piston in and out. It seemed incredible how tightly his penis was being squeezed, but somehow it moved forward and back. He felt indescribably joyous and triumphant. He thought, This is the ultimate tight hole. If it were any tighter it wouldn't work, but this is just ... exquisite! It's like I'm drilling a hole in her with my penis. Wild!

Before long, Amy was vocally responding to her first ass fuck, but in a totally unexpected way. Alan had expected Amy to scream the rafters off the house like she usually did when he fucked her pussy, but instead she was panting and gasping, moaning and groaning with the rhythm of their fucking. While Alan was glad that his ears weren't being pierced by Amy's usual rattling shrieks, he was surprised by just how much quieter she was when he pumped her ass instead of her pussy.

"Aims, are you holding back on me? You're usually a lot louder."

"Nnnnoooo..." she groaned, as she pushed her hips back until her pussy kissed his balls. "I'm not hooooolding back on .... Mmmm. God that feels soooo gooood!" She wriggled her hips with Alan's penis buried completely inside her. "It's just different. Feels different. Mmmm.... This is how gooood you make me feel .... when you fuck my ah, ah, aaaahhh-hasssss! Yeeeessssss!"

Alan liked the way she sounded; her breathy moans somehow seemed even sexier than her loud shrieking. It reminded him that she was very much the daughter of the breathy, sultry Suzanne.

In and out he pistoned, in and out, over and over. At first he made a real effort to go slowly, but slowly and inexorably the pace sped up. Before long, he was cruising along at a very happy speed. He thought, Not that long ago I could barely get my pinky in there. Now I'm sliding along, tight, but slick. So tight! So excellent! How is it possible? I LOVE this ass! He shoved himself in deep and whispered loudly to her, "Amy! I absolutely love your ass!"

Amy was beyond responding, except to grunt and groan even more emphatically. Her asshole pulsed and clutched at his deeply imbedded penis.

After a while Alan remembered what a great response he got when he touched her clit, so he tried it again. This time, he didn't really notice a change, but then he realized she was probably climaxing as much as humanly possible even before he did that. Still, he kept playing with her pussy and clit while he continued to ride her rump.

Then, just when he thought she couldn't get any more excited, she did. Her whole body began vibrating, gently at first, but soon it was an intense shake. Her body shivered so convulsively that it felt like he had a human vibrator wrapped around his penis. She threw her head around like an overly excited go-go dancer in the middle of a dancing frenzy.

Alan, afraid that Amy might hurt herself, grabbed Amy's wrists and pulled her arms behind her back to help restrain her thrashing.

The sight of Amy so obviously at the absolute peak of orgasmic joy made Alan extremely excited too. The sight of her thrashing her head around like the most reckless body slammer at the wildest punk rock concert was a sight to behold. It aroused him even more than the extremely pleasurable and tight tunnel he was vigorously plowing. He tried his hardest to stave off his climax, but he just couldn't do it, not with that image in front of him.

He bent forward and actually fell onto her back. He grabbed her body and held onto her like a drowning man clinging to a log in a raging sea. His balls tightened and churned, and then started pumping a veritable flood of cum into his sister's ass.

Then, to his surprise, as Amy started to cum too he lost the ability to move his penis at all. His penis happened to be all the way inside when she squeezed him so tight that there was nothing he could do but freeze in that position. Each time another rope shot off deep into her ass, it was like an explosion of tight clenching and contractions that threatened to squeeze his penis clean off. That just made him feel even better, and shoot even more cum into her. In fact, the feeling of pain and pleasure mixed together from the tightness of her internal grip on him was absolutely fantastic.

When he was finally done, he just remained where he was, lying on top of her, still tightly clinging onto her. They remained like that for quite some time, simply recovering, while her active asshole kept throbbing and pulsing around his slowly deflating penis. Even these final throbs felt wonderful for them both.

Alan was in no hurry to talk, but after some minutes he heard the sound of Amy sobbing, and he had to ask, "Aims? Aims? What's wrong? Are you crying?"

"Yeah. But don't worry. It's tears of joy. I love you so much! Brother!"

Alan felt a surge of pride but also chagrin. He thought, Uh-oh. This is what Mom or Brenda would call me taming a woman with my cock. Looks like Amy just got that much more tamed. She's going to be that much more sexually insatiable from now on. But fucking her in the ass is like double the feeling of anyone else's ass. Triple! Again, how can I take this much pleasure? It just feels too good! I could get seriously addicted to this ass.

"Aims, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Brother. Anything for you." She still made tiny sobs, but they were lessening.

"I'm real curious. What's the second point you wanted to discuss?"

"Oh. That." She rolled over so she could look him right in the eyes, causing his deflating penis to slip from her aching hole. Her eyes were red, and there were tears, but there was a big smile, too. She remained in his tight embrace all the while. "I don't want to be all demand-y, but I do have another demand. The thing is, I wanted to see if I enjoyed anal sex first."

"And the verdict is?"

She giggled. "Duuuuuh! Alan! How can you ask me that? It was incredi-fantabu-wonder-tastic!"

Alan stifled a laugh, and then deadpanned, "Okay, just checking. I was worried you might think it was merely marvelo-stounding-tabulous."

She laughed really hard at that, and he did too. "Alan! I love you! You're so funny. You're too great!" She kissed him hard on the lips. This led to some very prolonged and passionate tongue dueling. As much as Alan loved Amy before, he found his feelings for her surging to an all time high.

He broke the kiss after a while because he wanted to praise her to the heavens. But then he remembered the others might be watching and listening. He correctly suspected that Katherine had been watching before she'd gotten the dildo for him. He worried how she'd take this great anal sex experience with Amy that made her anal encounter sex with him seem pale in comparison. That put a big damper on his enthusiasm and he thought, I don't know about this camera system. Everything gets recorded? That's like living in a fishbowl. I think I'm going to keep it turned off in my room most of the time. I need my space! I have to be so careful about what I say and do, and that kills my spontaneity.

He refocused his attention on Amy and looked deeply into her hazel eyes. "Amy, I just want you to know that I love you."

"I know! You just said that, you big silly! But I love you too, so very much! You know what some of the others say about how we need to keep your penis hard and pleasured at all times? It's SOOO true! God, that's all I want to do, is just give back the pleasure. But it would take a thousand blowjobs to equal how good you made me feel with that one assfuck. Maybe I'd better get started." She reached around for his penis, but she found it flaccid.

Alan stopped her, and moved her hand away from his groin. "No fair. Your mother is waiting. We really shouldn't do any more right now, but we'll be at it again soon enough. So what was this second demand of yours?"

"Oh yeah. Only that you fuck me up the ass, like, A WHOLE LOT! I had a feeling I was going to love it, because Brenda and I were talking about it and we were really getting into it, and now that I've had it, it's even better than all the anticipation! I think my ass is really sensitive."

"No kidding," he joshed.

"I think Brenda's is too."

Alan's goggled at that thought. Brenda? She leaks gallons of pussy juice and yells loud enough to wake whole towns all the way to Arizona if I so much as tweak her nipple. It's frightening to think what would happen if I fucked her ass like that and her ass is as sensitive as Amy's! I would need to fuck her outside, and on the roof, to make sure I didn't drown in her torrential flood of pussy juice!

Another thought popped into his head while he nuzzled Amy cheek to cheek. "Aims? We'll be doing this a lot more, I'm sure." He thought, That's true, but that isn't going to make Katherine happy one bit. But at least this may get me out of the two Katherine fucks for every one Amy fuck promise I've made. If I limit that to just vaginal sex, I'll still keep my promise and fuck both of them roughly about the same number of times per week. That's only fair, since they're both my sisters now.

He said, "But I have one favor to ask. Could you put off your sex with Suzanne? I know that was planned for tonight, and I was looking forward to a good show as you two went at it all the way for the first time. But what we did was so draining. Plus, I have a feeling that after Suzanne is done with me, there won't be any of me left. And I do want to enjoy watching that to the fullest."

"Oh, sure," Amy answered brightly. "We'd figured that out already, and pushed it off again to whenever you're ready. Suzanne said something about she was going to drain your balls completely dry and turn your knees to Jell-O so you'd be unable to stand. So yeah, she thought you wouldn't be up for watching it, and neither did I. This mother-daughter tag team is gonna fuck you silly!" Amy grinned like the Cheshire Cat, beaming with pride and happiness.

"Oh, she said all that, did she? We'll just have to see about that. I think she's gonna be the one who won't be able to walk out of here."

"I could believe that for sure," Amy agreed. "In fact, I'm just gonna have to stay here and cuddle with you some more though, because I'm Jell-O all over. I feel like boneless chicken!"

Alan smiled. He was proud that he'd overcome the challenge of her tight hole and made her so happy.

CHAPTER 6

After Amy left Alan's room, Alan just lay in his bed for a while and relaxed. He needed to give his penis some time to recover, but he was also in a contemplative and nostalgic mood. How things have changed. It seems like years ago when Suzanne first came into my room and we looked at porn together. She was the first to give me a blow job. I remember when she said to me, naked and on all fours, "How do you like to see your Aunt Suzy crawl like an animal so she can eat your fuck meat?" That sends shivers down my spine, the fact that one of the most beautiful women on this entire planet would say that to me. And then there's Amy. The way Sis and I used to have so much fun tricking her with "bump checks" and that kind of thing. Even though it seems like ages ago, those memories are permanently burned into my brain. Has any guy ever had a luckier situation than to have those two for neighbors? Jesus!

The more Alan recalled such memories, the more aroused he got. Even though he was tired from the anal sex and everything else in the last twenty-four hours, he suddenly felt a surge of energy, powered mostly by images of when Suzanne came into his room and exposed herself, way back at the start of his sexual awakening.

He took a quick shower, dried off, then walked naked down the hall. He heard the sound of music coming from Katherine's room. He was glad that she apparently wasn't interested in watching him with Suzanne. He continued down the hall and found Susan and Suzanne both on Susan's big bed. But for once, they were reading books instead of doing anything sexual. Suzanne was still dressed in her gorgeous white gown.

Alan cleared his voice and said, "Aunt Suzy" - that was a tip of the hat to his nostalgic feelings - "I'm ready for my second dessert." He stood there naked, his penis sticking out in front of him like a flag pole. There was no need to get dressed when he was going to get naked again in a minute anyway.

Suzanne sat up on the edge of the bed and replied in a very matter-of-fact manner, "Your second dessert is ready for you." Even though Alan knew she must have been terribly excited to get fucked again after doing without for so many days, she hid her excitement well. She wanted to remain dignified and not seem overly hasty. The only thing that gave away her true feelings was a slight smile, as if she was privy to a great secret.

Alan noticed that Suzanne had been reading a book on the ancient Mayan culture while Susan was reading a beauty tips book. Susan put her book down and sighed. "Tiger, whatever am I going to do with you? Look at you, walking around, waving that tasty treat between your legs all over the place, torturing your poor mother. Curses! Now I'm going to have to frig my already very sore cunt." However, despite her words, she clearly relished the thought.

Alan smiled. "Sorry, Mom. Why don't you bring Katherine in here, instead? She can milk you and get you off that way."

Susan was pleased. "Ooh! What a good idea. Okay, you're forgiven - for now. But don't expect me to go easy on you with your goodnight kiss, buster!" She winked. "I think I might just have to jack and suck and fuck your penis right off, at least if it's after midnight and my daughter lets me." She frowned, because she knew those were very big ifs.

Alan smiled back, and then took Suzanne's hand in his. "Have fun, Mommy. Now, if you'll excuse us, I'm afraid my dessert here is going to start to melt or something."

Suzanne winked at him as she started to stand up. "How true. You can see I'm already starting to drip between my legs."

But unexpectedly, Alan pushed her back down on the bed. He got down on his knees and said, "Well, in that case I'd better lick a little now to stop it melting. Just like I do with ice cream cones." Then he pushed her dress to the side and dove into her crotch.

"Oooh!" Suzanne exclaimed in pleasant surprise. "Susan! What a randy one we have here! Oh GOD! ... The only problem is, that's not going to stop the dripping, it's just gonna make it worse!"

Susan sat up and bit her lip. Her nipples sprung up and her pussy began leaking like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell. "Sweet Jesus! Suzanne! Did you hear that? He just pushed you down and TOOK CHARGE! My son!" She moaned and whimpered, crawling around Suzanne, uncertain of what to do. "Oh, I so want to join in, but I can't! I promised Angel. Oh... Tiger, why do you have to be so virile and sexy? Oh..." She whimpered even more and began frigging herself.

Suddenly Alan stood up. "Oops. We don't want to get Mom too excited. Let's go to my room." He pulled Suzanne up.

She was slightly dazed, but was determined not to have him get the best of her. She adjusted her dress, brushed her hair back in place with her hand, and held out her hand. "Let's go, Sweetie."

He took her hand and they walked out of the room as if heading for a formal ball. Suzanne certainly looked the part dressed in her elegant gown, but they made a funny pair since Alan was buck naked. His penis bounced and bobbed lewdly with every step. Suzanne felt a great urge to grab it, but she feared that if she did that, they'd never make it to his room. So she looked away and maintained a dignified pose.

Susan on the other hand, was anything but dignified. So was so turned on that she was bouncing off the walls. As soon as the hallway was clear she rushed to Katherine's room to play with her.

As Alan and Suzanne entered Alan's room, he said, "I'm glad you're so calm, because I wanted to talk a little bit before we really get into it."

Suzanne groaned. "Hold on! I'm not THAT calm! Sweetie, it's been FOUR DAYS! Specifically, about four days, two hours and fifteen minutes. I thought you were going to fuck me every single day until the end of time, and already you make me suffer so badly. Not only that, but you just got me going there by, uh, licking up all my drippy ice cream." She giggled. "Please! Fuck first, talk later!"

He sat on the edge of his bed. "Sorry, it needs to be first, because it'll affect and hopefully improve our fucking."

She gave a heavy sigh as she sat on the bed next to him. "All right. But can I at least suck you off while we talk?"

"No. You know you can't really carry on a deep conversation that way - you get too into the sucking techniques. But how 'bout a titfuck? That could be fun."

"Damn straight! Now we're talking!" She leaped up off the bed to get herself into position. She quickly removed her gown and dramatically threw it across the room. She always loved the dramatic touch.

Alan lay down on the bed. He positioned his crotch right at the edge of the bed and kept his legs spread wide. Suzanne quickly positioned herself in between the opened legs. Within seconds, his constantly hard penis was sliding between her pale mountains.

"So what's so important to discuss that it beats fucking?" she asked impatiently.

"Well, I've been putting into practice some of the things you taught me last time-"

"On everyone but me," Suzanne complained with surprising bitterness in her voice. Her boobs were so big that it seemed his penis got completely lost deep inside her cleavage.

Alan chuckled, trying to laugh it off. "True. But now I want to do it to you. What's worked really great is your idea to delay the woman's orgasm. That's fun. I want to do it with you."

"Great! That's it? Let's get started then!" Still, she was so into the titfucking that she made no move just yet to stop. Beads of sweat began to form on her round peaks because she was giving it her all. Her whole upper body flew up and down as quickly as if it was a pumping hand.

"Wait. It's not that simple. It ties into issues you've had about letting go. You know, your frustration that you can't completely lose yourself in the moment. Also, your issues of pride and dignity. I don't want to just fuck you; I want to help you get past all that. Let's just get totally wild and get you so into it that you'll completely forget all those concerns. That's what I want to do tonight. Who cares if you do something someone might think isn't dignified? What happens in this room stays in this room."

"But you forget..." She already was starting to pant heavily. "Susan and Katherine... What if they go downstairs... watching this on the... video monitor... while they do the nursing."

"Oh shit. Right. The surveillance system. I keep forgetting about that. I'm beginning to wonder if having that installed was such a great idea. Well, at least we can turn it off if we want, right? Isn't there supposed to be a switch near the door for that?"

"Yeah, didn't you notice it next to your light switch? But I don't care who sees. Let them have their fun." But then suddenly she remembered something and stood up. "On second thought, maybe that would help. Sorry, gals. I'm sure you can have plenty of fun with each other and watching other stuff that's already been recorded. Nighty-night!" She flicked the switch near the door.

Then she hurried back to Alan's bed. She got back in titfucking position, but this time Alan did more of the thrusting into her tits, while she mostly sat still. He didn't want her too winded to talk.

"Let's do it, Sweetie! But I have to confess something. The main reason I turned that off is because I have a secret to tell you: I didn't tell you or Susan all my secrets. I saved a couple of the best ones for myself!"

"Jesus, how many sexual secrets do you know?"

"Unfortunately, not enough. I'm almost tapped out. But I have one great secret, a technique that you'll love. And I know I'm being rather selfish, but I want you to promise to keep it a secret too, and only practice it with me."

"Sure, that's only fair considering how much you've freely shared already. But with all these video cameras everywhere, I don't see how it'll stay a secret for long."

"But it will. That's why I've saved this one in particular. You see, it's all in your mind. It's called a non-ejaculatory orgasm. Most people don't know this, but men can do it. You can get off nearly as wonderfully as if you're shooting your spunk all over our faces and chests, but no one will know except you."

"Wow! Why didn't the sex books I bought a few weeks ago talk about that?"

"I'll bet they didn't talk about whole body orgasms, either. This culture is so lame. It's a joke that things like the female orgasm and G-spot are recent 'discoveries' by our scientists when other societies have known about them for ages. But never mind that; let's cut to the chase. The key is that people always think the climax and the ejaculation are the same, but they're two separate things. You can just barely reach the climax BEFORE you hit the ejaculation, and then pull back. Then you can repeat it again and again until you can't take any more and you finally want to blow."

"Holy cow! Really? Fuck! That sounds awesome! Why didn't you tell me weeks ago?"

"My rather stupid plan was to string out sharing new techniques with you over many months, but unfortunately the competition blew my schedule completely. But another reason is that this can only work if you have REALLY strong PC muscle control. You weren't ready before, but now you definitely are. In fact, I think you can skip all the training one normally needs to do. It's just like what you've been doing in catching your second winds with little pauses, but if you and your partner - i.e., me - can do it just right, you can have a mind blowing climax AND still get your rest and keep going without ever losing your hard-on."

"Mother! Brilliant! That is too cool! You know, if this works, I think I'm going to want to have sex every day."

They both laughed, since he already seemingly did little else. Even while they joked, he plowed into Suzanne's deep cleavage at a slow but steady and very enjoyable pace.

"Okay, let's try it. But how does one get it right? I've been doing the second wind thing for ages now and never felt the kind of thing you're talking about."

"The key is practice. Lots and lots of practice." She suddenly reached out with her outrageously long tongue and flicked the tip of his penis with it as he fucked her tits. "I'm afraid you're going to have to fuck your second mother constantly to get it just right."

They both laughed some more. "Okay, Mother, let's do it. But at the same time, we're going to practice climax delay for you. Get yourself right on the edge of a great orgasm-"

"Done!" She laughed, but added, "Seriously. Even though no hand has gotten near my box yet, I'm so excited! I'm already there!"

"Okay. So stay there. Let's work on non-verbal communication so we can maximize our mutual pleasure."

They switched over to proper fucking. They both sat up on his bed and fucked face to face, so they could easily see each other's expressions and quickly get non-verbal feedback. However, almost as soon as the fucking began Suzanne couldn't stop herself in time, and she exploded in a tremendous multiple orgasm. But that was only a minor setback as Alan knew that before long she'd be on the edge again.

Over the course of the next twenty minutes or so, Alan began to understand the different sensations between the arrival of a climax and the arrival of ejaculation. Suzanne taught him breathing techniques and muscle control techniques that helped. He had several close calls, which felt like mini-climaxes, but it took twenty minutes before he finally had his first real non-ejaculatory climax. Suzanne explained that the closer one could get to ejaculating without actually doing it, the better the non-ejaculatory climax would feel. It was a real art and a skill to get just right.

The skills of the partner were key, too. The partner had to stop or change activity at just the right point. Luckily, the fact that Suzanne had a great climax of her own made it easier for her to start and stop on a dime. They tried a whole variety of different positions, partly to find the ones that would make it easier on Suzanne to control the process, but mostly because it was fun. They came to the conclusion that having Suzanne on top helped them achieve their goals the best.

Alan rested a bit after this success, but kept his erect penis unmoving in her vagina. He asked, "That was great, but now what?"

"Well, Sweetie, you can do it again and again. I've only had a couple of lovers who were able to do this, but they tell me that it's like a constant building up. You hit a non-ejaculatory peak, then come down a bit but keep going, hit another, and so on, until finally you're ready to ejaculate. And when you do, it feels ten times as good as if you'd done it without all those non-ejaculatory climaxes along the way up to the final peak."

"That is so cool! Suzanne, you are extremely clever, because I'm going to keep my promise and do this only with you. Which means I think we're going to be fucking each other even more than before."

Suzanne smiled. She thought, Girl, you've still got it! I thought it was such a disaster to give away all those secrets to Susan, even though I knew I had to do it to help her. She is my best and almost only friend, after all, and I just can't say no when she makes that sad puppy dog look. But it's all working out, because somehow I had the smarts to hold this one back and since I've shared so much he doesn't mind me keeping this most precious secret. I may even go to the very top of his fuck list! Take that, Susan! I love you sister, and I love to see you happy, but I have to take care of my great cunt needs too. Now I have the best of all possible worlds. Alan's happy with me, Susan's happy with me, and my cunt is gonna see a lot of action. Yes! She suppressed the urge to pump a fist in the air.

Alan had paused, but now he added, "I don't know if I'll be able to keep it a secret forever, though. I mean, I want to get away from this keeping of secrets stuff, especially from Susan."

Suzanne frowned as she was painfully reminded of her greatest secret: the entire six times a day scheme. Just hours earlier she'd dodged a bullet with Dr. Fredrickson and now that secret seemed safer than ever, but it still weighed heavily on her mind and kept her from completely opening up. She well understood the desirability of not having to hide secrets. So she replied, "That's fine. I agree with you about the importance of not keeping secrets from our new open family. But share this one just with me, for as long as you can, okay? It's a totally harmless secret, after all. I hope to get at least some months of special loving from you with this. Hopefully by then, I'll be ready to take you to the next level."

"Next level?"

"As your whole body orgasm showed you, there are almost no limits to what one can do with sex, and how good it can make you feel. I'm starting to max out on what I know and what I've experienced, but I've bought some books that show there's much more. A lot of it is pretty cutting edge, recently discovered stuff that even I'd never heard about. For instance, did you know that you can have quite pleasurable orgasms through your penis while it's still flaccid? Or that the G-spot isn't the only special spot in a woman's vagina? There's the U-spot, the X-spot-"

Alan briefly halted his thrusting and cast a skeptical look at her. "Come on! You're making this shit up."

"Nope. At least not if some of the books I've been buying lately are accurate. You just bought the wrong books. And what's great is that you and I are going to learn how to do all of these things together." She thought to herself, And I don't care that much if the others learn this stuff eventually, because none of them have the sexual skill I do. Even if they learn, not even my cheerleader daughters have as much innate natural gymnastic skill as I do, and only Xania has a tongue like mine. No one else can squeeze their vaginal muscles as well as I do, thanks to my years of practice. That thought caused her to start subtly squeezing her vagina around his penis.

But still she continued with her thoughts while she flexed, True, Glory is a better deep throater, but I have the tongue length to be able to match her skills if I keep at it. The fact is, if Alan wants the best of the best, he's going to come to me! Not only that, but as the others get more skilled, I'll reap the benefits with lesbian sex and orgies, too.

Alan was overcome by the pleasurable possibilities she hinted at. "Suzanne, Mother, I love you so much. I can't wait until we share a whole body orgasm. I want to have something like a Vulcan mind-meld with you. In fact, if I'm going to reach this great peak today thanks to the non-ejaculatory climax build up, I want you to have something just as good or better. Let's get back on track with taking care of your needs. I'm ready, and in fact, it seems you've started without me already."

"What?" she asked with a gleeful and naughty smile. She appeared to be perfectly still, but in fact her vagina was now squeezing him intently, giving him as much pleasure as if he was deeply thrusting.

"You know what!" he said accusingly, but also happily. He reached down and began rubbing her clit while his other hand began exploring her stomach.

CHAPTER 7

As Alan played with Suzanne's body, he thought back to Amy's earlier question about submission and said, "Suzanne, I want to ask you something. Does me treating you submissively turn you on or not? I don't want to treat you like that if you don't like it, but I don't really know where you stand."

"Hmm. Tough one. Well, the truth is, I DO get into it, thanks I guess to Susan and Katherine putting all kinds of silly things in my head lately. I never did, before you. But I only like it as a fantasy; a role play. Think of the stuff you've done with Glory, things like a rape fantasy. I don't know if I'd go that far and want you to rape me someday, but who knows? However, when the fantasy is over, I expect to be treated with respect. So I'm really different than, say, Katherine, who doesn't know when to turn her 'fuck toy' fantasy off. But I also demand equal rights. If you get to treat me submissively sometimes, then I reserve the right to do the same to you. I want to tie you up, blindfold you, and torture you just like you did to Susan last night with the ice cubes and everything. That was hot!"

"Fair enough. And thanks for the answer. That really clears things up for me."

"Well, I've only been figuring it out myself. I don't think I could have said that two days ago."

"Interesting. I've kind of been coming to some conclusions about my own feelings, but I'm not quite there yet." He thought back to Amy's questions about dominance and submission and his failure to clearly answer her. "I want tonight to be all about you and your pleasure, especially since it's mostly been about me with this newest non-ejaculation lesson. Do you want to tie me up right now? Is that going to give you the highest high?"

"No. For one, I want to try out the climax delay too. So few of my lovers have ever done that well, but I have great confidence in your abilities. I want you to take me and tease and torture me mercilessly until I die of sheer pleasure! Not only that, but I want to make sure the others are watching when I tie you up. It might give them some ideas. Plus, maybe we can all torture you together."

"Oh, great," he said sarcastically. "So now you're going to have everyone tying me up?"

"You know you like it. I heard about the 'Michelle' incident with Glory and her blindfolding you and everything."

"How-"

"Katherine told me, after you told her, I assume."

"Well, I have kind of conflicted feelings about that whole incident. I consider it another part of the vast female conspiracy to get me to have a heart attack before I turn nineteen, and I'm only partly jesting about that. But in any case, if you want me to do much more tonight, you're going to have to stop that cunt squeezing. I'm practically out of cum and low on energy. Even though we look like a couple of naked people just hanging out, you're sending me to the edge! You're totally incredible!"

She joked, "I know, but try to keep it under your hat, okay?"

Alan laughed, and suddenly pulled out. He got up off of her, and walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled something out and held it up so Suzanne could see: it was a can of whipped cream. He explained, "Susan and I never did get around to using Amy's second gift last night. I'm thinking that I'm going to use it on you right now."

She rolled over so she was face up. "Please do! Actually, it fits with me being your second dessert." She stretched and preened, presenting her body to him as if it was a canvas that she wanted to see him paint with the cream.

He sat above Suzanne's crotch and started squirting the cream all over her bush. Meanwhile, he'd also grabbed a towel and began wiping all the sweat off her as best as he could. He didn't want to lick the cream off of sweaty skin. "I was thinking that, too. You know, I-"

He paused, interrupting himself, and then yelled, "Hey!" His new position had left his butt hanging up near Suzanne's face, and on a whim she reached up and stuck a finger up his asshole. She began pumping her finger in and out.

She giggled. "What? You want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that. It just surprised me, is all. You're so sexual! Even merely standing near you when your hands or mouth AREN'T on my penis, rare as those times are, is practically orgasm-inducing. Yet you're twice my age. Don't you ever get tired?"

"Nope. Not when it comes to fucking you. But thanks to your undiplomatic reminder of my age, you're going to have to be punished. Take that!" With one hand still working his asshole, she used her other to push at a point just below the asshole, on the way to his penis.

It felt fantastic. Alan went rigid while his body momentarily tried to suss out exactly what was being done to which part of his body. After catching his breath, he gasped out, "What's that? Wow!"

"Just another thing I've been reading about. That's a special part of your perineum, the area between your balls and your asshole. The whole area is a very sensitive zone according to these new books I've been reading. It seems that I've been ignoring it too much all these years."

"Suzanne! You're just too good." He turned around on all fours on the bed so he was facing her and hovering over her chest. "I'm almost afraid to find out what you'll do to me if I'm pointing this way." He shook the whipped cream and sprayed it on a tit until the nipple was covered with a high cone of white. Then he did the same with the other. Then he sprayed some directly into her mouth, and then more into his. "We're totally naughty, aren't we?"

"No. You're naughty. Just think of me as a sexy dessert. And you know what men do to desserts?"

He bent his neck down and began licking the whipped cream from her nipple. "Mmmm. Yep. First we mark them with white cream. Then we eat them." He spent some time snacking on her chest, and at the same time he fingered her pussy, to make sure she was enjoying this at least as much as he was.

She was. She especially loved his implication that the whipped cream represented his cum, and he was eagerly licking it off of her. She also enjoyed the way his tongue worked on her nipples. After some minutes of his frigging and licking, she signaled that she was getting too close to climax, so he pulled his head up and cut back to just some slow frigging. He'd been careful to not knock down the tower of whipped cream over her bush.

He said as he casually sprayed the cream here and there on her body and then wiped or licked it up into his mouth, "Yo