CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 26)

Alan gradually woke up from an intensely erotic dream. As he slowly drifted into consciousness, it took him some moments to realize what was real and what had been the dream, because it dawned on him that the girl in his dream, Katherine, really was laying next to him. But as he opened his eyes, he discovered that the real Katherine was still asleep, though spooned up and sprawled all over him. In the dream, she'd been lazily rubbing herself all over his body, and it took some time for Alan to fully convince himself that she wasn't consciously moving.

That fact established, he pulled back a bit so he could admire her sleeping body and especially her face. He was happy to see that although she was still deeply asleep, she was smiling with a deep contentment.

He thought, Boy, she seems as happy as I've ever seen her. I suppose I can understand why. How many weeks now has she been dreaming of spending the night with me, all night, cuddling together with her brother? And me, while I've definitely been looking forward to this a lot, it can't nearly be as big a deal to me as it is to her. After all, I have Susan, Suzanne, and the rest, too. <Sigh> What a drag. I wish I could give her as much attention as she deserves to be given, instead of spreading myself thin. ... Well, at least I can do what I can, and I should start right now. After all the times I've been woken up with a "Good morning" blowjob or fucking, it's time for some payback.

Alan could sense that his penis, though somewhat deflated, was in fact still partially lodged inside his sister's pussy. He wondered how it had gotten there, and how long it had been there. He looked down, and despite the darkness he could see glimmers of his cum and her pussy juice splattered all around their genitals.

He thought some more, then remembered, Ah, yes! The 'midnight snatch'! We did have sex last night, after I woke up in the wee hours, and damn it was good! Dang! I swear, she tries to please my penis like her life depends on it. She keeps saying it's a sister's number one duty. That was such an intense fuck that I must have passed out, and now here I am, hours later. All my dreams since then were filled with her and her only, and they seemed so real! So totally real! It's like I've been fucking her nonstop for hours!

He looked down and realized that his flaccid penis was flaccid no more, thanks to the memories of his late night sex session and all his wet dreams (including the latest one that had woken him). The rapid rise of his erection surprised him a bit, though he shouldn't have been surprised at the ability of his penis to respond and recover by now. But what surprised him more was the fact that as soon as his penis hardened, it pushed deeper into his sister all by itself.

Katherine's pussy walls began to get wet and rhythmically squeeze his intruding organ in autonomic response.

Holy crap! She IS still sleeping, I can tell! But it's like her desire to fuck me into oblivion even transcends consciousness! Wow. God, I really have to give her some payback, right now!

Alan took some time to revel in the sensations of being unconsciously fucked so deliciously by his sleeping sister. But then, moving carefully so as not to wake her, he began systematically teasing all of her erogenous zones within reach, in hopes of waking her up with a great orgasm. He figured it was a near miracle his erect penis in her pussy hadn't woken her up already, so he didn't do much with it except some very slow and shallow thrusts. His hands roamed over her rib cage and up to her armpits. With her arms draped over him, her armpits were exposed, and he knew it was one of her most sensitive regions. But he didn't tickle them, he caressed them. Between the work of his hands and his penis, he soon had her moaning while she slept.

His hands wandered further, all over her upper body. Meanwhile, he nibbled on one of her earlobes and increased the depth of his fucking. Her moans turned into pants. He knew it wouldn't be long until she woke up, yet still he tried to make no overly jerky motion that would snap her into sudden consciousness.

Alan wasn't sure which came first, her awakening or her climax, but either way, they arrived very close together. He watched gleefully as her eyes opened in great shock and then fluttered as she was overwhelmed by her waking orgasm. Her mouth opened as if to say something, perhaps to ask what was happening, but before she could do that, a great scream erupted from her mouth. Her eyes and mouth opened wider and wider as she realized the extent of pleasure flowing through her.

But Alan didn't give his sister any chance to recover. Even while her climax was still washing over her, he rolled her from lying on her side to lying flat on her back, turning with her so he could lie on top without ever pulling out. Then he used his knees to spread her legs widely, enabling himself to thrust deeply and grind his hips into her from above. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, pinning her spread-eagled on the bed. Then he really began fucking in earnest, plowing much deeper now that he had a better angle of attack. He plunged into her so deeply it almost seemed as if her pussy would swallow up his balls as well. He made sure to set off her clit with every inward thrust.

Katherine was so surprised by this aggressive assault, much less the tremendous orgasm upon waking, that she didn't fully understand what was happening. Worse, she was nearly blinded because her eyes needed time to adjust to the morning light. She reacted reflexively and instinctively. She screamed bloody murder and writhed and fought as if she were being attacked and overpowered by an unknown rapist.

However, Katherine's resistance only turned Alan on even more. He responded by thrusting harder and faster into her, pounding and ramming hard as if he meant to hurt her through the sheer force of his fucking. He grunted for a minute or two, but then somehow managed to gasp, "My uppity fucktoy needs a lesson I see!"

All the while, Katherine had never stopped screaming and trying to dislodge her unidentified assailant. Of course, after a few seconds she could tell it was Alan, but she tried her best to maintain the fiction in her own mind that it wasn't. She was so good at tricking herself that upon hearing her brother's voice above her, real fear actually drained out of her. Her cries transformed into the sound of pure pleasure as she stopped fighting against the hard fucking she was getting. Her volume also increased even more. When Alan heard her moans change from terror to lust, he flipped his sister over and sank back into her and just kept slamming his hips into her.

The cries were so loud that they penetrated the supposedly sound-proof walls of Katherine's room, and made their way into Susan's room just down the hall. Susan was typically the first one to wake in the Plummer house. She'd already showered and was lubing up her asshole in the hopes that Alan would make use of that hole (if not when he came down to breakfast, then later in the day).

She threw on a robe and walked down the hall until she stood outside her daughter's door. She listened for some minutes to the rhythmically bouncing bedsprings with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was jealous she wasn't the one getting so thoroughly nailed and screaming her head off. But on the other hand, she was content to know that the sexual needs of her children were being so resoundingly fulfilled. She pushed her jealous thoughts away by reminding herself that she would be the one screaming and drooling when Alan pounded her into the bedsprings tomorrow morning, not to mention all the joys the Tuesday tradition would give her. Whistling the "Alan Song," she smiled a maternal smile and walked back to her bathroom to pretty herself up.

Alan continued to fuck his sister into a joy beyond all describable joys until he reached his own satisfaction. He filled her pussy to the brim with his cum. She was utterly in thrall to his sexual powers, and merely hung on for dear life, as if she was lashed to a ship's mast while a great storm raged all around her. She was too overwhelmed even to fuck back with thrusting hips, which was saying quite a lot as that had become nearly second nature to her. But it didn't matter, since he fucked with more than enough energy for two.

Finally, their deed was done. Katherine lay underneath her brother, devastated by the erotic assault. But she was nonetheless surprisingly energized. She quickly rebounded, thanks to her enthusiasm. She exclaimed as she panted, "Wow! That's what I call waking up with a bang! Or should I say, bang, bang, bang! BANG! Fuck!  ... God! Brother? Master? It makes me cream so good when you don't ask but just TAKE what belongs to you. I simply am not worthy to be your fucktoy!" As if trying to make up for her unworthiness, she somehow managed to revive herself enough to slide down the bed until her mouth was level with his penis. She began ostentatiously cleaning his penis up with her tongue.

"Sis, don't even say that. You'll ruin the mood. If anything, I'm the one who's so unworthy. I feel guilty for not, you know, being with you more. And I was thinking about how great you made me feel last night..."

"You noticed?" Katherine paused in her licking of his now flaccid member. "I didn't know if you'd notice. I was so excited that I couldn't get much sleep last night, so I ended up doing all kinds of naughty things to you. Your penis doesn't feel sore, does it?"

"No. Not especially. Why?"

Katherine giggled. "Oh, no reason. Let's just say it got quite a workout last night. We need to keep it in shape for the day time, Big Walking Stick Brother." She giggled some more, then snuggled up against him, suggestively drawing a piece of the sheet over them both with a sigh. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the contentment of breathing into his manly chest and inhaling his unique smell.

"Hmm. That explains a few things. Like why I had all those especially intense erotic dreams last night. And so many of them were about blowjobs and titfucks. I wonder why, Big Bazookas Sis."

"Hmm," she giggled some more. "I wonder why, too. You slept like a log. Like a thick, long, sister's cunt-stuffing log. Except for that one time you woke up, and that was the best. But what's this about you feeling guilty?"

She tossed the sheet aside and went back to tonguing his penis. There wasn't much cum there to lick up, since most of it had flooded so deeply into her pussy or wound up dripping down her thighs in tiny rivulets, but she loved having even his flaccid penis in her mouth, and kept "cleaning" anyway.

His voice became glummer. "Well, it's just that you're so awesome. I want to be with you every night like this, and every day, too, because you deserve nothing less. But then there are all these other people, and, well..."

She stopped licking and laughed. "Brother! Big Tall Stack of CD's Brother, you don't have to explain anything to me. As if! I'm just a lowly fucktoy, a creature built purely for your pleasure who-"

"Hey! Don't talk like that! You're my sister. I love you."

Katherine made a big production out of kissing the head of his penis lovingly. "I know you do. And that's why I can revel in my submissive fantasies, because I know that at heart you'll always treat me as your sister. I can have the best of both worlds. I can go totally off the deep end and yet still know you'll always respect me in the morning. Like, right now. I'm thinking about this great fantasy I had last night while you unknowingly titfucked me for an hour or more. In my dream, I was in a small dungeon with all the rest of your sex slaves, chains around my ankles and wrists. The dungeon was so small that we were all forced to lie all over each other. It was one solid fleshy mass of dozens of writhing bodies. Nothing but top grade asses, cunts, tits, and beautiful faces, all tied to the wall with long chains." She swirled her tongue around his penis head, over and over.

"Dozens?"

"Naturally! A stud like you needs dozens of the hottest, sexiest slave sluts to keep you satisfied. And just as naturally, we're all forced to constantly get lesbian on each other, given our nakedness and the tiny space, not to mention the perpetual shortage of Alan cock."

"Naturally," Alan replied, amused. "And is that all to your fantasies? Nothing about being, say, a cat?"

Katherine froze and her eyes went wide. To her great embarrassment, she only belatedly remembered the fact that Alan had called her "Kat" the night before. She bolted up, accidentally crashing into him as she was suddenly everywhere at once with excitement. "Oh my God! Oh my GOD! Kat! Kat! KAT! Yes! Alan? Brother? Please, call me that again?"

"Whatever are you talking about, Kat?"

"Oh. My. God. ... I love it! You might just give me an orgasm from saying that enough times. Say it again! Ooooh! I have so many catty things to do today!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Kat. But I do think we have to get up... Kat. Isn't it time to go downstairs... Kat?"

"Yes! Or, should I say: meow! In fact, from now on, 'meow' from me will mean 'yes', and 'rrrr' will mean 'no'. Now, let's get up and go downstairs."

"Meow," Alan replied.

Katherine laughed, but she was also slightly miffed. "Hey! That's my line!"

CHAPTER 2

As Katherine and Alan walked down the stairs hand in hand, both naked and un-showered, Katherine pointed out, "Now, of course, in the future, you'll be leading me downstairs on a leash. But unfortunately we don't have a single leash in the entire house! I am SO going to have to fix that, first thing after school!"

"Now, wait a minute, Sis. Who said anything about leashes? No way am I going to lead you around on a leash."

Katherine paused at the bottom of the stairs and gave him a withering glare. "Shut the fuck up. You will, and that's final!"

Alan was taken aback by her firm defiance, but then he laughed, and the laughter was infectious. "My, my! That's pretty impetuous for a supposed house pet and fucktoy!"

She laughed too. "Hey, I warned you when you bought me at the pet store that I could get uppity! Do you want to take me back?"

He grinned and quickly pinched her nipples, which surprised her into arching her back and thrusting her breasts into his hands. "Of course not. I'll just have to put up with my crazy cat-sister. In fact, the more uppity you are, the better. That's the Katherine I know and love."

She cooed, and rubbed herself against him. "You know, there is one good way humans can show their cat pets their appreciation without involving bestiality..." She turned a bit and presented her long mane of brown hair to him.

Alan grumbled as he started to stroke her hair. "I have a feeling I'm never going to hear the end of cat metaphors. But that's the first and last time you mention bestiality, okay? That's just gross."

"Yes, Master." She brightened. "Actually, you already were my master when I was human, but now that I'm a cat, too, you're like double my master! Is that too cool, or what?!"

"Or what," Alan replied, both amused and chagrined. But then he stopped walking, just outside the kitchen, and became more serious. Still caressing Katherine's hair, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Sis, Kat, you know, this whole thing about calling me 'Master' and treating me that way, I don't-"

She cut him off. "Hey, bro. Hold on. Maybe I've never made myself clear on this. I just told you to 'shut the fuck up.' I'm not like some complete slave, like say, Brenda. I'm proudly uppity. But this is my fantasy, so let me run with it, and play along with me. Just like having a harem is one of your fantasies, and we're all happy to feed it and play along with it 'cos we all get off on it so much. I am NOT going to change into someone else, so quit worrying about me! Okay?"

Alan smiled widely. "Okay. I like that. ... Kat." He kissed her on the ear. He felt a whole lot better. He whispered because his mouth was still next to her ear, "So you don't REALLY think I'm your master, do you? This is all just a game for you. A role play, just like pretending to be a cat. I was starting to believe all the hype!"

"Rrrr! Now, I didn't say that, either." She winked, smiled, and grabbed his ass with one hand for a quick squeeze before resuming her walk towards the breakfast table. "Let's go see what Mom has cooked up."

"Okay." He was confused again about his sister's attitude, but nonetheless still felt better about things than he did before. He walked into view of the kitchen, still stroking his sister's hair as he strode along.

Alan's heart leapt into his throat as he took a good look at Susan standing in front of the kitchen sink. Rather unexpectedly, she was wearing a yellow long sleeved shirt that completely covered up her upper torso. But that was all she wore (except for high heels, naturally). The unusually thorough concealment of her top caused Alan's eyes to focus on her stark naked butt even more so than usual. Alan felt his penis suddenly surge with unexpectedly strong excitement at seeing his mother dressed like a typical housewife, but only from the waist up. He felt a powerful urge to simply walk over and fondle his mother's flawless, firm, and deliciously sexy buns before spreading them wide with his hands and taking her doggy style.

Susan turned around, exposing her luxuriously thick bush to Alan, which made him gasp a second time. No matter how many times he saw her naked, the thrill never wore off. She picked up a bowl of oatmeal she'd just made and walked to the dining room table, asking, "Now, what's all this talk about cats I just overheard?"

Katherine struck a catty pose, with a "paw" out in front of her. "Mom, Alan's given me a new nickname: Kat. I'm a cat, now!"

"Good grief," Susan said in a motherly chiding voice, though it was mostly an act. She walked into the dining room, carrying a tray of food. "As if I don't already have trouble getting my son's cock inside of me often enough as it is. Now it's just going to be that much tougher!" She mock-sighed.

"Yep!" Katherine responded. "Or I should say: meow! And just wait until tonight, when I'll be wearing my collar and leash!" She turned to Alan as she sat down, and said with a firm stare, "Brother, you WILL use the leash and that's final. It means a lot to me."

Alan found himself pleased that again she was issuing an ultimatum. It helped reinforce his belief that whatever Katherine's personal concept of subservience was, it was nothing like Brenda's. He considered that a good thing.

Katherine excitedly added, "Hey Mom, guess what else? Big Trombone Brother not only gave me the coolest name ever, but he raped me!"

Alan nearly choked upon hearing that. But then, again with chagrin, he realized she was merely eager to tell Susan about her morning fucking and didn't mean anything negative by the word "rape." In fact, just the opposite.

Susan beamed happily at her two children. "Tiger, you didn't! That's so sweet. Why, just yesterday Angel was telling me how much she was looking forward to a good raping."

Alan reeled. He looked up at Susan, now towering over him with her breasts sloshing around and crashing into each other inside her sweater, and he reeled even more. In an attempt to bring things down to reality, he pointed out, "Mom, you can't be raped unless it's against your will."

She stood even closer until her pussy was nearly in his face and said saucily, "Is that a threat or a promise?"

"What?! Neither." His mind boggled but his penis lurched with excitement.

Susan and Katherine had a good laugh at his reaction.

Alan felt a bit foolish and overwhelmed. He decided to try to get back into control, and steered the conversation in a different direction. He looked Susan over from top to bottom and pretended a greatly exaggerated shock. "Mother! You're forgotten to wear your pants or skirt. Again!"

Susan played along. "I did?" She looked down. "Oh, I did! Goodness me! And I forgot my panties, too!"

Alan liked that response. He chided in a fatherly voice, "Mom, there you go again. It looks like us kids are going to have to punish you. Again!" He said this in a tired and irritated voice, as if he was all put out by her failure to wear anything below her waist.

Susan put her pinky in the corner of her mouth and looked shy and pouty. "Mommy's been bad. What is her well-hung son going to do with her now?" Then, dropping the pretense, she blurted out, "God, I just love these role reversals!" Mocking her former prudish self, she said with exaggerated distress, "It's so improper! Maybe it's time to show me all about what you mean about raping your own mother!"

But Katherine resented Susan getting all the attention. Everyone laughed at Susan's antics, but before Alan could respond to them, his sexy sister stood up and said, "Oh, by the way, Mom, I almost forgot. Kat's got your cream!"

Alan and Susan both tried to figure out what she meant by that. Then their eyes were drawn to Katherine's hand movements around her groin.

As Katherine pulled her hand away from her pussy lips, a great quantity of cum began dripping out of them and rolled down her thighs. Her thighs were already a bit wet with her brother's cum as well as her own, but now the fresh flow created quite the copious creampie.

Alan belatedly realized that Katherine must have been pinching her pussy lips closed more or less ever since they'd finished fucking, all in an attempt to present this spectacle to Susan. He guessed that more than a little bit of her motivation was so she could use the "Kat's got your cream" line. He chuckled at her sense of humor, not to mention her dedication.

Susan, though, exhibited a profoundly different reaction. She acted as if some kind of post-hypnotic suggestion had been triggered and she'd lost all free will. With a glazed look in her eyes, she dropped the tray of food down onto the dining room table, shucked off her sweater, and fell to her knees in front of her daughter. She lurched forward, hungry to get at the creampie treat, causing Katherine to fall back into her chair. Then Susan simply attacked her own daughter, ravenously sucking, searching and probing with her tongue for any and every bit of Alan's cum trapped on and between her daughter's thighs.

Katherine sat back and enjoyed the tongue lashing, gasping and wiggling with joy.

For once, Alan wasn't the center of attention. In fact, aside from several excited lurching jolts, his weary penis still had yet to fully revive from the wake up fucking earlier. So he ate his bowl of cereal relatively undisturbed and simply enjoyed the show. At one point he commented out loud, though he wasn't sure if anyone else heard him, "You know, we're not exactly like normal families, are we? Can you imagine ever having a normal, non-sexual morning again?"

The question was mostly rhetorical, but to his surprise, Susan blurted out a defiant, "No!" and then dove her tongue back between her daughter's pussy lips.

Still mostly talking to himself, Alan said, "I'm constantly amazed at what we do every day. Constantly amazed. I suppose I shouldn't be so amazed though, given the way you two look. I mean, you two were born porn stars. You have porn star bodies. It makes sense you both have an insatiable desire for sex."

Susan hurriedly blurted again, "Big Tits Theory!" She then resumed her hungry licking. She made her usual "mmmm!" sounds, like a kidnap victim urgent trying to talk through a gag.

Katherine had both of her hands on her mother's head and was seemingly trying to shove Susan's entire head up into her pussy.

Alan laughed. "Yep. The infamous 'Big Tits Theory.' But I don't know. I think there's more to it than that." After he said this, he thought, Wait, don't tell me I'm starting to believe that crazy theory too! No, I guess I don't, but I sure do love the idea behind it.

Now it was Katherine's turn to give a gasping response. "Sex cow mommy! She can really lick!" Seeing that Alan's penis was starting to rise, thanks to the terrific show right in front of him (Katherine had thoughtfully pushed her chair away from the table to give Susan better access), she reached out and began stroking her brother's turgid member.

"Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'Lickety split!' now doesn't it, Kat?" Alan asked.

"Meow!" Katherine gave her brother an appreciative squeeze and continued fondling his privates while Susan kept busy in hers.

The fact that Alan was starting to be jacked off hardly even registered in his brain. To him it was becoming a given that if his penis grew hard, some nearby sexy vixen would take care of it. He didn't give it much thought, though naturally he did revel in the fantastic feelings her fingers gave him.

Instead, he mused, Between my cat sister and my cow mother, this house is turning into a friggin' zoo! ... Dang, look at Mom's swaying ass there. Those two holes DO need some filling. But I should save myself. I have that whole Inner Bitch Training thing with Heather to take care of before school even begins. Ah, the typical travails of your average high school harem owner.

Seriously, if I'd ever thought back in August that someday I'd turn down the chance to fuck my mom doggy-style or in the ass while she was licking my cum out of my sister's pussy, because I had the responsibility of filling Heather's ass at school... Well, obviously the whole idea is so outrageous that it never would have even entered my wildest fantasies. But here we are! Oh, and of course I forgot that Sis would be pumping my cock while I considered my options. And I didn't even mention Simone! I'll probably be depositing my cum in her, of all people, before the school bell rings.

I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop though. Isn't something cosmically out of balance for one guy to get so much pussy? I should knock on wood, because I have a bad feeling about today. He knocked on the wooden dining table.

Alan finished eating his breakfast while Katherine described to him in breathless detail, blow by blow, just how good it felt to get eaten out by their mother, who showed no desire to stop what she was doing. Or at least, Katherine did her best to explain when she wasn't lost in the throes of orgasm.

Alan had noticed that some rock and roll music was playing rather loudly when he came downstairs, which was unusual since Susan wasn't much of a rocker. As one song changed into another and Britney Spears' "I'm a Slave 4 U" started to play, he realized Susan was playing the submissive song mix CD Katherine had given her. He didn't make any comment about it, preferring to hear the sounds of sexy female moaning to talking.

But then the song changed again, and the familiar xylophone riff of the Rolling Stones' "Under My Thumb" came on. Katherine took note. She got quite excited when she heard the lines:

Under my thumb, it's a Siamese cat of a girl.
Under my thumb, she's the sweetest pet in the world.

Katherine exclaimed, "Did you hear that, Mom? Big Diving Board Brother? Did you hear that?! That's so perfect! 'A Siamese cat of a girl.' That's me! Me! Mom, I'm Alan's fucktoy pet!"

Alan was going to say something about how he was offended by the words of the song and the way it demeaned women, but then he thought better of it. Mick Jagger is obviously not in love with the woman in the song; he's just pushing her around and using her. But Sis and I are very much in love, so it's a totally different thing. She's trying to show the depth of her love with this submissiveness thing, and show how much she trusts me, like some kind of "trust fall" exercise. It's a fantasy fulfillment for her, too. But if some Mick Jagger-like guy ever tried to dominate her, she'd probably rip his arms off. I just have to understand her mindset better and not let these kinds of role plays go to my head. This whole submissiveness thing she and Mom share is finally starting to make sense. Now, if I could only understand Brenda, then I'd really be getting somewhere!

CHAPTER 3

Finally, mother and daughter ran out of energy. Susan stopped her licking and remained seated on the floor. Katherine began eating her breakfast after her hands stopped shaking too much to hold a spoon.

As Alan sat there, watching his mother's breasts heaving while she regained her composure, he marveled at their fullness and beauty, not to mention her stunning beauty overall. Her delightfully swaying globes reminded him about her breastfeeding. He was going to ask her something like, "Hey, Mom, how's the breastfeeding coming? Is the flow starting to pick up?" But then he thought, Hey, that's the timid Alan talking. In a house of such female bounty, why should I ask? I should just take!

So he said, "Mom, even though I'm done with my eggs here, I could use another glass of milk."

"Sure, Son." Susan stood up on wobbly knees and looked to the kitchen.

But Alan said, "I'm not talking about that kind of milk." His intent gaze right at her exposed boobs, bouncing from her standing up, made his meaning clear.

"Oh!" She said, surprised.

To his delight, she actually blushed in embarrassment. Alan was tickled pink that even after so much sexual activity, such a minor thing could still make her blush. Despite her newly discovered nymphomaniacal tendencies, she kept a core of innocence and purity, which made all her depraved sex that much more arousing for everyone involved.

But while Susan might still get embarrassed, she certainly never lacked sexual enthusiasm. She spun around on her high heels and sat down on her son's lap. She would have impaled herself on his penis as she sat, but he'd tucked his penis between his legs to prevent that from happening, since he wanted to save his erection for Heather and Simone when he got to school.

"Tiger!" Susan cooed. "What a great idea! I'm so horny, I could honk!" She sat down with her back to her son, pull his hands up to her breasts for him to fondle and squeeze.

"Son, nothing makes me happier than giving my milk to you. Nothing!" She frowned. "Actually, that's not true. I would be in heaven squirting milk into your mouth as your rock-hard cock squirted hot cum into my pulsing and squeezy cunt, but where did that big mommy-splitter go? Today IS Tuesday, you know!"

"Sorry, Mom. It's gone into hiding. It needs a little rest." That was true enough. Katherine had apparently pleasured it for hours while Alan slept, and it did feel rubbed a bit raw, now that he thought about it.

"Oh, poo," Susan pouted, but her disappointment quickly faded as she got a new idea: she got up and turned around so she was face to face with Alan. She screamed with delight when he did as expected and dropped his face down into her abundant chest.

She concentrated on the joys of having her son suckle on one nipple and fondle the other one. Again, her face turned to one of pure contentment as her son took possession of her breasts. Life for her was very simple now. If her children were happy, she was happy. If Alan's penis was being taken care of, she was even happier. And if she was being sexually pleasured, she was even happier still. Since, more often than not, all of those things were happening, she was in a near constant state of bliss. It usually showed on her face.

Alan, though, felt a bit strange and uneasy. He thought, It's times like this when I find myself spinning out of control. That's the bad Alan! Like my thought a minute ago: "I should just take." I have to fight that urge and not be selfish. This perfect world is too good to ruin, but it's sooo easy to let myself go and be an ass. I can literally feel the surges of power flowing through me, the urge to dominate and humiliate. I have to fight that, even though Mom and Sis get turned on by it. Bad Alan can't be allowed to take total control. My mother is not Heather. Mom needs to be treated like the divine goddess she is! I don't deserve her, or my sister's, trust and love if I abuse it.

Alan sucked and suckled, and was soon rewarded with some dribbles of mother's milk. He was surprised just how much was coming out - it seemed that her flow doubled daily. But it was almost too exciting for him. He could easily envision getting lost in the joys of sucking and fucking, with milk and cum splashing everywhere. But he had things to do. So, after only a few minutes, he abruptly pulled away, and had Susan get off of his lap so he could stand up.

"What is it, baby?" She asked, unhappy. "You were just getting started. Mommy's tits need your attention." She cupped her hefty boobs in her hands and lifted them in offering to him.

"I know. Sorry. But I have to go to school extra early. I have some things that absolutely HAVE to be taken care of. It's all part of my plan to defeat the football players."

"Oh. Are they still bothering you?"

"Well, nothing happened yesterday, but I still get a bad vibe. A lot of people are shooting evil looks at me. My growing reputation as some kind of sex stud is causing a lot of jealousy and resentment." That was all true, but he purposely failed to mention Heather, since he didn't want Susan to think that he was leaving her to be with the head cheerleader instead (on a Tuesday no less!).

He turned and added, "Kat, can you take over and give Mom the rest of the suckling that she so richly needs and deserves? She needs to be drained regularly if we're ever going to have mommy's milk flowing out of her like geysers."

"Meow," Katherine replied happily, licking her lips.

But Susan interrupted. "Tiger, hold on. It's practically hours and hours until school starts. I got up extra early so we could have more sexy fun time before you all had to go. Ten more minutes. We need a little more sex stud around here, too. Play with my body for just ten more minutes, okay?"

Alan looked into his mom's pleading eyes and felt himself waver slightly, but then hardened his resolve. "Sorry. School starts in forty-five minutes from now, Mom, not in 'hours and hours'. I've got something that'll take a good half an hour to do, so I really have to run. You don't want me to get beaten up again, and have another black eye, do you?"

"Of course not..." She replied, but very reluctantly. Her sexual desire was strong, but she could hardly hold him up from departing early when he put it that way.

So Alan took one of the shortest showers he'd ever had, grabbed a big selection of dildos from the underwear cabinet, and put them in his backpack. Susan met him as he headed to the garage to get his bicycle. Seeing her saunter up to him wearing nothing but a "come hither" look, he was sorely tempted to let Heather and Simone wait for another day. But his willpower held.

He said, "I promise we'll have lots of fun when I get back home from school."

"Show me what you mean, baby," Susan's lips were on his even before she finished saying the word "baby." Their electrifying tongue duel seemed to go on forever. She had become an excellent kisser since her sexual awakening, and her ardent and loving efforts literally made her son weak in the knees.

He had to clutch her all over to stop from falling, and that just caused her to respond in kind. One of her hands snuck down into his shorts and her index finger rapidly found his anus.

Alan was so surprised he staggered backwards into a wall, Susan clinging to him for dear life.

"Let's fuck!" she gasped. "I love you so much! Show me your love!"

Alan somehow managed to disengage. He lightly bit and kissed her ear as he pulled away, which helped mollify her a bit.

"School, Mom! I've got to go! Really!" He pulled his shorts back up as she'd managed to pull them down a bit.

She folded her arms under her wobbly orbs, an act she loved to perform because it caused them to push out and appear even bigger than they already were. "School? Tiger, from the way things are going your way lately, I'll bet you're off to screw some teenaged pussy before class starts."

He grinned with a mixture of guilt and pride while moving further away from her. "You got me. But it's a strategic fuck that'll help me in my battle against the football team in the long run. Honest!"

Susan grasped her breasts with both hands. "God, that makes me so jealous yet so fucking insanely horny! My son is an insatiable sex stud! Hurry back home! Hurry! Be a good motherfucker and fuck your mother good when you get back!"

"I will!" He looked at Susan frantically mauling her own breasts and felt his resolve to leave nearly fail. My mother is so smoking hot, such a creature of pure lust, that it's insane! Damn, how I love her! He ran the rest of the way to his bicycle and made his getaway before his willpower faltered any further.

As Susan watched her son pedal away, an unusually firm determination began to take hold of her. Today. Tuesday. My son WILL fulfill my fantasy. Not only that, but I expect to hear some good news about my impending divorce. If all goes well, we're going to have a lot to celebrate when he gets home! I can hardly wait!

CHAPTER 4

Alan found Heather and Simone waiting by the door to the theater room. Once again, Heather had the key to the room on her, but frustratingly she couldn't use it as she didn't want Alan to know she had the key.

"Took you long enough," Heather complained as Alan came up. "We've been waiting ten minutes."

"Good morning to you too, Heather." He noted that she was wearing a light blue top that showed off most of her stomach but was otherwise conservatively cut. But she made up for it with incredibly short tight black leather shorts. He wondered if the school administration would allow her to dress like that.

He turned and said, "And to you, Simone." He smiled at Simone and regarded her. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a white top that also exposed most of her stomach, but overall her outfit was restrained compared to Heather's shorts. He turned again and frowned at Heather. "And by the way, where's my 'sir'?"

"But we're outside!" Heather replied, surprised. Very belatedly and reluctantly, she added, "Sir."

Alan didn't point out that there was no one anywhere near, but rather, said,  "I told you you'll call me 'sir' anywhere, anytime. That wasn't just pretend." He unlocked and opened the door as he said this. "Now, let's get started. I can see we're a bit short of half an hour so I'll dive right in. Why don't you two get a little comfortable... meaning, take your clothes off. You don't mind, do you, Simone?"

"Why should I mind? You and I have already fucked," Simone pointed out, giving Alan a sexy wink and licking her lips as she started to undress.

"Good. Then hopefully you won't mind sucking me off while I talk to Heather."

Simone merely smiled and licked her lips even more suggestively.

So Alan continued, "Now. Heather. I'm going to give you a choice. I'm going to lay out what this Inner Bitch Training of yours is all about and you can either agree to the full program or say no. If you say yes, then I expect no defiance and Simone and I will punish any failure on your part. If you say no, then I'm going to simply walk away and wish you well in life. Maybe I'll fuck you from time to time if I feel like it, maybe not, but I'll certainly wash my hands of any effort to reform your character. Do you understand?"

"Of course. I'm not some clueless dipshit. And I'm listening." Heather was struggling to get out of her outrageously tighter-than-tight short shorts as she said this, but she still somehow managed to look haughty and defiant as she did so.

"All right. I've been giving this some thought. Believe it or not, Heather, I actually do care about you in some weird way, and I honestly want to see you change for the better. This is not just some elaborate ruse to have a lot of anal sex with you. You know full well that you'll already give me your ass, and gladly, any time I want it. Won't you?"

Heather didn't verbally answer, but she blushed a bit and averted her eyes.

Alan couldn't recall ever seeing Heather blush before. Normally she would have gone on the offensive and sneered or made some cutting insult to cover up her feelings. He considered it a hard won victory that she would permit herself to appear even that vulnerable in front of him. Plus, he was pleased to see just how beautiful Heather looked with a demure blush deepening her all-over tan.

He continued, "Okay. The basics. We've discovered that you're practically a different person when your ass is filled, so here's what's going to happen. You'll come to school every single school day with your ass cleaned out, lubed up, and ready for stuffing. You'll be stuffed with a large dildo, though for you we're going to call it a Bitch Trainer. Imagine that with capital letters. Simone will usually be the one to load and unload your Bitch Trainers since I'm simply far too busy to do it myself, although I may check in on things from time to time. Simone will be given a copy of the key to this room because I'm not going to get here early every day just to let the two of you in. Simone, I can trust you with the key, can't I?"

Simone, now completely nude, straightened up and exuded composed confidence. "Yes. Absolutely."

Alan openly admired Simone for a few moments. He thought, Dang, she's one sexy babe. Excellent! I had no idea she was so friggin' muscular. But then again I hear she's a star player on all the women's sports teams she plays on, so it figures. Since Heather's pretty buff herself, I wonder who would win in a cat fight. I wouldn't mind watching that, heh-heh! I think I've been underestimating my ebony vixen. I wouldn't mind fucking her more often. I could praise her body to the high heavens, but now's not the time, since Heather won't take it too well.

Simone, however, could see the way Alan was eyeing her as if truly seeing her for the first time, and she felt flush with unexpected feelings. She was far more impressed by the little she'd seen of Alan than she'd been by any of her boyfriends. But she'd seen how Heather had fallen in love with Alan, and all the problems that had resulted from that, and she vowed not to make the same mistake.

Alan took one of Simone's hands, laced his fingers through hers, and brought the back of her hand up. Then he brushed his lips across her skin in a feather-light kiss that made Simone's entire body shiver and tingle. It was exactly the sort of unconsciously casual tenderness that she'd so rarely gotten from any other boy she'd been with that made the gesture so moving for her. "Good. We'll talk about that in private some more, later. By the way, feel free to start sucking at any time." Alan winked at her before releasing her hand and talking over her shoulder. "And Heather, I want your mouth free to talk, but I'm sure you can find some way to put your hot body to use."

He looked over at Heather to see if she was ready to go yet. She'd fully undressed, but she was squatting with her back to him, knees splayed out widely and pulling her ass cheeks open, as if in anticipation of receiving Alan's stiff erection in her favorite hole. Alan grinned and thought, That's my Heather, teasing with her hot body at every opportunity. Looks like she's working extra hard to take my attention from Simone, too. This is gonna be fun. I love seeing two vixens compete for my attention.

Alan led both Simone and Heather to an old couch in the back of the theater stage. Once he was seated and comfortable, Simone and Heather had to get on their knees to please him.

Simone began cocksucking immediately, taking Alan so deep with each pass that Heather didn't have any penis to work with. So she focused on fondling his balls instead.

Alan smiled as familiar pleasurable sensations flowed out of his groin. "Anyways, Heather, you will wear your Bitch Trainer the entire school day, except for cheerleading class. I assume you can't really do your cheerleading exercises and jump all over the place while wearing a great big Bitch Trainer up your butt, so Simone will have to quickly take it out between fifth and sixth periods. Simone, do you think you could find the time to do that before your own P.E. class?"

Simone stopped cocksucking long enough to say, "Yes. Plus you know we have time to change into our gym clothes at the start of P.E., so we could use that time, too." Once she was done talking, Simone went back to cocksucking with a will. She was very nearly deep throating him as she stuffed nearly his entire erection in her mouth, but she didn't know how to get past the gag reflex.

"Good. Heather, YOU are not to take your Bitch Trainers out for any reason. But if some emergency forces you to take it out, go to Simone and have her do the unloading. Is that clear?"

"Yes. Sir." Heather replied in a resigned voice, as if responding to a teacher who'd just given her a long homework assignment.

Alan grabbed Heather's chin in a demanding grip and jerked her face around to look at him. "I hope you mean that, because I'm quite serious. Simone has to change you even in emergencies because you are not allowed to see or touch your Bitch Trainers. You may be allowed to, one day, eventually, but that's a privilege you'll have to earn. I know you're going to get curious to see what goes in you, but consider it a test." Alan disdainfully let go of Heather's chin and leaned back. "It's a test I know you will fail, because your willpower is weak. But keep in mind, we'll always know what you've done, and punish you accordingly."

"I will not fail!" Heather protested. "You're so wrong. You think you know me, but you don't. Sir." She then dove in and started licking his balls, as if to prove her sincerity.

Alan chuckled inwardly. This reverse psychology stuff works like a charm on her. She's so smart in most ways, but she falls for that one every time. "We'll see. If you screw up on this, or any other matter, you will be punished. I guarantee you that. The punishment may not happen immediately, but it WILL happen. Punishment can take any form. If you refuse punishment even once, that's it. My attempt to help you will come to a complete and very final halt. This may seem like a power game to you at times, but I assure you that's not what it's about at all. This is about making you a better person, so if you cheat, you only cheat yourself. I know I sound like some kind of parent or teacher speaking a tired cliché when I say that, but it's completely true just the same."

Alan unexpectedly reached forward and caressed Heather's cheek and jaw line. Heather was so surprised that she let his balls fall from her mouth and looked up into Alan's eyes as his fingertips tenderly brushed over her lips. "But on the other hand," he continued softly, "if you behave well, you may be rewarded. It's the classic carrot and stick method. Simple but effective."

Simone couldn't resist making the comment, "Or classic big dick and giant dildo, as the case may be." She smirked, and then went back to enthusiastic but gentle cocksucking. She'd given up on making deep passes for the moment and was focusing on licking around and under the penis head. She liked looking into Alan's eyes as she sucked, something he enjoyed since she was nearly the only one of his lovers to do that.

"Indeed," Alan replied, still serious. "Rewards can take various forms, and will be solely up to me. But if you make a request, I might choose to reward you by granting that request." He paused, and grimaced with pleasure at the double assault on his privates. "For instance, maybe you don't like calling me 'sir'. You could earn the right not to use that word if you do well. Is that all understood?"

"Yes, sir," Heather replied, then stuffed one of Alan's balls back into her mouth, and pulled on it a bit.

Simone smirked and might have said something else, but she was content to keep her mouth full of Alan's penis for the moment. She forced herself to go slow on sliding her lips up and down so Alan could keep talking.

"Good," Alan replied to Heather. "Now, here's a key point. We've said that I own your ass, and that's certainly true in some respects, and I'm going to keep on acting like I own it. But it would be more accurate to say that you're only loaning it to me. Ugh! ... Not so much teeth, please. ... Ultimately, someday, we're going to go our separate ways and I'm going to find new asses to plow while you'll still be stuck with the one you've been born with. So YOU are ultimately responsible for your ass and what gets done to it. Don't go blaming your ass for what happens as if it has a mind of its ... oh! ... own, and don't you dare say you're a hostage to your slutty libido, no matter how true that might be. ... Good. More tongue. ... You have to take responsibility for your actions, not to mention learn some self-control. These are some of the things I'm trying to show you."

Heather expressed her understanding by looking up into his eyes and nodding, while gently and delightfully tugging on one of his balls with her teeth.

Alan groaned with delight, but quickly controlled himself and kept talking. "Now, it is true, that as at least the temporary owner of your ass, not to mention the rest of your body, I'm going to want to take advantage of you from time to time."

Heather interrupted and asked him in a voice half mocking and half lusty, "I suppose you think that's your due for doing this? You're going to fuck me without asking like I'm some kind of 'spoils of war'? Sir?" Again, she spoke the "sir" with particular contempt, though her air of superiority was greatly undercut by the fact that she was sharing the task of sucking him off.

"Yes," Alan replied confidently. "I do, and I will. But I'd fuck you whenever the mood strikes me even if I wasn't doing this."

Heather found that answer so arousing that she couldn't help but moan. But at the same time she genuinely looked and felt irate at his swaggering attitude.

Alan saw her conflict and goaded her, "Look at you now. Are you not my personal whore? Or I should say, merely one of my personal whores."

Heather would have said something nasty in response except that his cutting words turned her on even more, and she expressed herself by throwing herself into sucking his scrotum even more than before.

Simone snickered again. She couldn't help but pile on, and said, "Gee, Heather, you're not going to take that lying down, are you? ... Oh wait! You are. Lying face down with your legs spread. Heh-heh!" Then she moaned and took Alan's penis deep in her mouth.

Heather looked from her position at the base of Alan's penis, up to Simone completely engulfing Alan's penis head and then some, and gave her best friend a murderous glare. Both of them were too busy licking and sucking to verbally argue with each other, though. They were women in heat.

Alan just smiled at Simone's growing bravery and continued his speech to Heather. "You know about the S-Club by now, and I may have anyone who takes part in that fuck you, or have anyone else fuck you, for that matter, if it pleases me. If you agree to this program, your body becomes mine to use, abuse, or share in any way I wish, any time I wish, 24/7. I'll grudgingly admit your body is pretty damn hot, and if I want to enjoy it, I will." He reached out to stroke her hair and fondle her shivering breasts to help make his point.

She turned and drew away a bit to show her resentment, but she didn't withdraw enough to actually remove her breasts from his reach, when she easily could have.

Alan added a bit more defensively, "Just remember that Simone and I are actually doing you a favor here, and we deserve to get rewarded from time to time. Simone especially, since she'll be doing most of the grunt work. She'll be amply rewarded for her trouble."

Simone raised her eyebrow with interest as she heard this. She would have helped out in every way possible merely in the hopes that her best friend Heather could really change for the better and become easier to get along with. Any rewards on top of that would be gravy.

Alan went on, "But you know... Hey, slow down on the sucking for a sec, both of you. But you know the two of us and you know we're not cruel or greedy. Everything that I will or will not allow to happen to you and your body will be in line with the goals of training your inner bitch. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." She tried to sound resentful, but instead her words came out full of lust, as if she'd breathily said, "Fuck me now!" One of her hands wedged in between Alan's ass and the couch. A finger fought its way up to his asshole and she began enthusiastically finger fucking him there.

Alan noticed an obvious change in attitude as soon as he started talking about using her body at will and sharing it with others. She clearly found those ideas quite arousing, even while she just as clearly tried to deny it. He mused, not for the first time, that she actually had the potential to make quite an exceptional whore, given the right conditions, as the idea of being pimped out seemed to be a huge turn on for her. And the more turned on she was, the more she did all she could to get Alan to cum.

Alan took some heavy breaths to calm down and stave off orgasm. He was intently grimacing and squeezing his PC muscle to delay climax. "Final point, Heather. This is not about 'breaking' you. As I said already, this is not a power game between you and me, no matter how much you might think it is. This is about ... ugh! Slow down for a sec, slow down! ... You too, Simone. ... Ahhh. That's better. ... Yeah."

He sighed in pleasure as an ejaculation-free orgasm passed through him. He hadn't planned that, but he spontaneously took advantage of what Suzanne had taught him recently.

In less than thirty seconds, he resumed talking and the girls resumed sucking, neither of them the wiser as to what happened. "This is about breaking the inner bitch in you, Heather, the bad parts of you, and leaving the good parts."

Alan cupped Heather's cheek in his palm and was surprised when she leaned into his caress and sighed in response. "It's just my gut feeling, but I seriously believe that there's a loving and wonderful Heather in there, somewhere, trying to get out. I don't think the bitchy Heather will ever fully go away, but in time, and with training and willpower ... and whole lot of ass stuffing ... I think we can keep her mostly in check. So what's it going to be? Do you agree to everything I've said or not?"

As she gently scraped a fingernail over Alan's scrotum, Heather asked, hopefully, "If I agree and this part of me you like comes to the fore, does that mean you'll agree to be my boyfriend? If you want to keep Amy and all the rest, that's okay with me. I can live with that. But I'd want-"

"Hold on! We're talking far in the future, and an extremely hypothetical situation when it comes to any boyfriend promises. Taming your inner bitch down to even moderate levels will take months at the very least. I know you. You're stubborn. You're probably already thinking of ways you can rebel and skirt the rules and that kind of thing even as I speak. Aren't you? ... Don't answer. I know you are. And that kind of determination to win is one of the things I like about you. It's just that it's so misguided most of the time. You rebel against anything and everything, like a bull charging blindly at any red cloth waved in the air. If you win by tricking me, you'll actually lose and defeat yourself. Think about it. But my point is, you have such a long way to go that there's no point in even talking about boyfriend and girlfriend for now."

Heather longingly fondled the base of Alan's penis, not minding the mixture of saliva and pre-cum there. "But is it possible? Would I have any chance at all, if it was something I wanted? Not that I care. ... Sir." Her attempt to sound disinterested was pathetic; she simply wasn't used to being in this position and didn't know how to act. If she wanted something, she'd always gone right out and gotten it, especially when it came to men. Furthermore, she was confused and distracted by how much she was enjoying stimulating his balls and anus.

Alan humored her and resisted a chance to mock her. "Yes. I'll admit it's possible. But I'm not even going to think about just how wildly unlikely it is, until you show at least some desire to change yourself. Just tell me, yes, you'll obediently follow my training in every way, or no, you're a stubborn assed wench and an incurable bitch who wants to go her own way."

She looked up into his face and smiled. "Well, if you put it that way... then yes." She tried to appear reluctant, as if she'd had to think it over, but in fact she considered the decision a no-brainer (and had since he'd broached the idea last week). In reference to the very first thing Alan said that morning, she thought, You had me at "Good morning to you too, Heather." She would have liked to say that out loud as a half-joke of sorts, except that she was too proud to reveal the part of the sentiment that obviously wasn't a joke. The truth was, she was practically panting at the idea of being filled all day and every day by a big anal dildo. Her sexual arousal had been slowly growing, more by anticipation of what was to come than the fact she was naked and fondling Alan's balls and ass. By now though, she was so hungry to experience the first day of her new life that she was ready to explode.

CHAPTER 5

Alan felt a bit weary at always having to be "on" and domineering around Heather. Though it always led to a lot of sensual pleasure, it was also mentally trying to put on a persona that wasn't really his. He longed to be back home in his mother's safe and warm arms, sucking on her pendulous breasts like a baby.

He decided to focus on enjoying himself and let Simone do most of the work. One plus about the relationship he'd established with Heather was that he could act a bit selfish and still be in character. So he said, "Simone, are you ready? It's time for us to begin, and I want you to take charge from the very start. After all, this will be your 'duty' from now on."

"All right," Simone said. She'd been feeling a bit like a third wheel, even though she'd had the cocksucking to occupy her, and she was glad to take a more active role. She also not-so-secretly longed to lord over Heather for a change, since Heather had pushed her around for so many years.

Alan directed, "Heather, I want you to put your face in my crotch but don't start sucking my cock yet."

"Aww," Heather pouted, and then she blushed as she realized she was supposed to hate blowjobs. She had a reputation to maintain.

Alan grinned and continued, "I need a bit of a pause in the action, so unfortunately you'll have to take your finger out of my asshole. Simone, get behind Heather's butt and stay there. Heather will NOT be turning around to see you or what you're doing for any reason. Check out the stuff I have in the bottom of my backpack in the smaller bag in there. You'll also find a blindfold in there too. I want Heather blindfolded whenever you're handling her Bitch Trainers, at least until she earns the right to not have to wear one."

Simone quickly found the blindfold and tied it over Heather's eyes. Then she assumed her position behind her friend's ass, staring right into her pussy.

Heather normally would have complained about the blindfold, but she realized complaining would only delay the magical moment when her ass was stuffed, so she kept quiet. As the moments passed, however, she realized the blindfold could actually help her enjoy the upcoming anal sensations to their fullest by allowing her to focus more of her attention there.

The "stuff" in the bag was the collection of dildos Alan had brought from home. In recent days, the dildo collection had somehow grown by leaps and bounds. It seemed as if all the family four had been developing private collections of their own in recent weeks (except for Suzanne, who'd had a sizable collection dating back many years already), but they had now all reached a point of comfortable familiarity where they'd started to share all their sex toys freely. So most of them were kept in the underwear cabinet by the front door. Alan tried to grab the biggest dildos he could find, but there were surprisingly few big ones (Mr. Excitement tended to stay in Susan's room). Apparently, none of his women at home were "size queens" and they preferred dildos the size of Alan's penis, or just a little bit bigger. Alan hoped that the selection would prove suitable for Heather's needs, at least until he had a chance to buy some more.

Alan watched as Simone pulled out one dildo and then another, and carefully examined each one. He suddenly leaned over and sprawled himself forward, resting his entire body on top of Heather's back as if she was a table. With his head directly over Heather's ass, and his hands grabbing a hold of her ass cheeks to steady himself, he leaned forward still further, indicating he wanted to whisper something in Simone's ear.

So Simone leaned forward too, and Alan whispered, "Simone, I'm thinking, we can't let on just how big the dildos are, or it'll ruin all the mystery for her. So never say 'What do you think about this ten-inch one?' or anything like that. But it's good to hype them in a general way to get her excited and imagining that they're bigger than they really are so as to keep her guessing."

"Gotcha," Simone whispered back, deviously smiling at Alan's cleverness.

Alan remained sprawled over Heather, and Heather was surprisingly quiet about it (all of her attention was focused on what would soon be entering her, and she didn't want to spoil or delay the moment by complaining). Alan continued to lean out over Heather's ass so he could have a view of all the action from mere inches away. With deliberate slowness, he pulled her muscular buttocks open to reveal her cleanly shaven, lubricated asshole. Alan could see just how excited Heather was by the way her anus puckered and pulsed in anticipation of what was coming.

Simone finally picked out a dildo, the very smallest one that Alan had brought. In fact, it looked to be an anal dildo that Alan had grabbed by accident in his haste. Simone winked at Alan, and said for Heather's benefit, "Okay, I've got a big one for you. Are you ready, girlfriend?"

Heather steeled herself as if she was about to experience something as intense as giving birth. She grunted, "Yes!"

Simone slipped the small anal dildo into Heather's asshole. Like most anal dildos, it was wide on one end and tapered down to a point on the other. It wasn't meant to go in all the way, but instead it could be poked in and out like a penis. But Simone pushed it in as far as it could go, and then left it there.

Heather grunted like Simone had shoved something truly massive up her ass. But then there was a pause.

Alan wished he could have seen her face at that moment, because he knew her expression would be a priceless "Kodak Moment."

Then Heather exploded. "What the FUCK?! You call THAT a dildo?! Toothpicks are bigger than that sorry ass thing! Is this some kind of cruel joke?!"

Alan and Simone cackled gleefully. Then Alan said, "Sorry. We're just kidding around. Simone, please give her a real dildo."

Simone pulled that one out and quickly replaced it with something much more sizable.

Alan wasn't a good guesser at sizes, but he figured the dildo was a tad longer and thicker than his eight-inch penis.

Heather's bitchy grumblings dissolved into sexy moans as this new dildo was pushed into her. Although Heather's ass had been filled by Alan's penis rather frequently lately, she had a strong and tight sphincter and her entrance hadn't loosened. So it was a struggle to get it in, even with lots of lubrication. But they persevered and finally all but the flanged base of the dildo disappeared inside her. Alan made a mental note that he would need to buy special anal dildos with strings so they could be inserted all the way and still be easily pulled out.

But once they got it in, Heather complained to the both of them, "You call that big, sir? I've had bigger. I thought you were going to put in something BIG! Fill me up with something serious, sir!" By speaking so impetuously, her use of "sir" turned into a mockery, and a challenge to Alan's authority.

She went on, "And what's with that base that won't let me take it ALL?! I can't have that sticking out of me and ruining the curves of my perfect ass when I flaunt it while wearing my tightest shorts and my butt floss! Here! Take this reject back, sir!"

Heather then grunted oddly, and right before Alan's astonished eyes she pushed the offending dildo out of her asshole, hands free, with a speed he hardly thought possible. Alan knew from firsthand experience that Heather had some pretty powerful internal muscles, but he hadn't realized just how strong she was inside. It had taken actual work on Simone's part to get that big dildo into her, and now Heather was pushing it out as though it were no more than a roll of quarters, using only her rectal strength.

Alan and Simone watched the dildo clatter onto the floor following its hasty exit from Heather's rear. The two of them then looked at each other with wonder, as if both were saying, "I didn't know a person could do that!" They were more than a little impressed with Heather's ass strength, but neither said anything out loud for fear of further inflating Heather's already massive ego. Alan was especially wowed, as he recalled how those same anal muscles had tightly squeezed his penis in the past and contemplated his penis discovering more of her anal talents in the future.

Alan and Simone returned their attention to the rest of the dildo collection with a sense of dismay. They both realized that it was doubtful they had anything bigger. But Alan nodded his head in such a way as to non-verbally say to Simone, "What the heck, let's try another one and see if she likes that any better."

After just a brief silence, Heather complained, "Any day now. Sir." She wiggled her hips petulantly.

Alan spoke to the still fuming Heather. "We're working on it. Geez! In the meantime, make yourself useful and suck my penis back to full size and keep your lips around it. At the very least, that'll shut your bitchy mouth for a while."

"I don't know why I put up with you jokers," Heather mumbled. "And I highly resent all this cocksucking." But then she wrapped her tongue around his penis and went at it with surprising enthusiasm. Even though she was complaining, the dildo sizing was great fun for her, not to mention exciting too. She tried to convince herself that she hated blowjobs, which was generally true since they weren't all about her pleasure, but with Alan it was different. Just thinking about his hot seed spurting into the back of her mouth nearly made her climax.

Rather than rebuke Heather's complaints and surly attitude directly, Alan decided to take a more subtle but satisfying approach. He watched while Simone held up the dripping dildo that had just been so unceremoniously ejected from Heather's ass, and watched as she held other dildos up to it and compared sizes until she found one that was slightly bigger but double ended.

Alan winked at Simone, and then said, "Oh my God! Not that one! Simone, that's a gag gift. A dildo like that can't actually fit inside a person for real, can it?"

Simone looked at the dildo, perhaps ten inches long, if that, and wondered what the heck Alan was going on about. But then she realized his intentions. Playing along, she said, "I don't know, but I think it's time we found out. After all, our favorite bitch queen says she simply can't get one big enough to satisfy her." She said with a naughty smile, "She must be as wide and deep as a cavern in there."

Heather ignored the jibe and kept cocksucking. She was intent on getting a big hot load on her tonsils.

Alan gleefully continued with his protests. "But Simone. Be reasonable! That thing is HUGE! It's like a yuletide log. You could seriously cause some permanent internal injury with that thing!"

"Hmm. You're right. But if we gently push in just the first fifteen or so inches of it-"

Heather instantly popped Alan's penis out of her mouth. She practically screamed, "Fifteen inches?! I can't take that much! No way! Please!"

Simone winked at Alan. "Hmm, she may be right. Why don't we get her used to it by stretching her out with a Coke can first?"

"Arrgh!" Heather appeared on the verge of tears. "Please no! Have mercy! Please, I'll do anything; just don't put that monster in me! Please! Sir!" Heather was practically vibrating with fright now.

Alan laughed. "Ah. So now you remember to call me 'sir.' I think in this kind of situation you should call Simone 'ma'am' as well."

"Yes, sir! Yes, ma'am! I'll be good!" Despite her protestations of faithfulness, Heather was wriggling her hips, trying to dislodge Alan's hands from holding her ass crack open.

Simone burst into laughter, she couldn't help it. She was greatly amused by Heather's change of attitude, and the new title of "ma'am".

"What?" Heather asked, suspicious about all the laughter. Heather's hips stopped moving and Alan very deliberately pried her taut butt cheeks open again.

Instead of answering, Simone pushed the slightly bigger dildo into Heather's unsuspecting asshole. Alan took advantage of this and maneuvered his penis back into Heather's suddenly wide open mouth. That served to shut her up again, at least for a while.

Heather thought, I really shouldn't be putting up with this shit. They're mocking me. ME! I OWN this school! I'm going to tell them off in no uncertain terms, just as soon as I can get Alan to fill my mouth with his sweet cum. Why is his penis so God damned yummy? Why does the fucker have to take so fucking long to cum? She closed her eyes and tried to devote all her attention to licking and sucking her favorite penis, but it became more and more difficult to think or act as her hungry ass was slowly filled.

CHAPTER 6

Once the procedure of inserting the dildo completely past Heather's spastically clenching anus came to an end, Alan asked in a rather neutral voice, "How does that feel?"

Heather tested her ass. She certainly felt quite full when she flexed "down there." She somehow knew that she could take something even bigger, since she didn't feel "filled to the gills" like she'd expected to, and Heather being Heather, she wanted to go to the maximum right away. But after the talk about the "yuletide log dildo," she felt a bit chastened and didn't dare ask for something else for fear they'd go back to that one again. As her rectal muscles rippled up and down and all around the dildo in her ass, Heather found herself reflexively sucking on Alan's penis for reassurance, as if it was some kind of baby pacifier, while her butt got acquainted with the new sensations it was experiencing. She was positively grateful for the blindfold now, as she could revel in her anal sensations more than ever before.

Simone stashed the dildo collection out of sight back in Alan's backpack and then came around to look into Heather's blindfolded face. "How's that?" she asked. When Heather again failed to respond, Simone took off the blindfold to see if Heather was alright. She promptly burst out into hearty laughter again.

"What?" asked Alan.

Simone replied, "It's just that you should see her face. Tears are actually leaking from her eyes. Her eyes are so wide open that they seem stuck that way. It's like she's imitating that kid from the 'Home Alone' movies. I'll bet if she wasn't sucking on your dick, her mouth would make a perfect 'O' shape. I'm just amused by the thought of her going around all day with that stunned look on her face."

Alan chuckled. "I'd like to see that, too. But I have to admit that being draped over her like this has advantages of its own." As if proving his point, he fondled Heather's flexing ass as he said this, and luxuriated in the sensations Heather's lips were giving his penis. He manhandled and kneaded her strong buttocks for a little bit before gripping her ass like a handle and pulling her entire body back into his crotch.

Heather gagged, coughed and spluttered when Alan's penis went too deep and attempted to penetrate her throat, but then his penis just as quickly pulled back and Heather reestablished her earlier cocksucking rhythm. This is so humiliating. He's using my mouth as a cum dump and playing with my ass like a toy, and I'm loving it! I should fight back. I should at least bite down a bit to show him who the boss is around here. I'M the boss, dammit! I'm the boss!

She repeated "I'm the boss" several more times while Alan roughly fucked her mouth. She continued to resentfully contemplate biting his penis, but she didn't so much as put her teeth to it. His penis was remarkably sticky with pre-cum by now, which only doubled her resolve to swallow a full load.

Simone was also idly stroking Alan's back, but for the moment she was much more interested in observing Heather's reaction to the large intruder her ass had swallowed up whole.

Alan had been slowly reaching a climax, thanks to Heather's unusually enthusiastic cocksucking, so he asked Simone, glancing significantly down at his own groin, "Can you take it out?"

Simone tried to pull Alan's penis away from Heather's nursing lips, but she was quite horny too, and began pumping his sticky thickness with both hands instead.

Alan laughed with glee. He thought, Now, this is the life! Two of the foxiest girls in school will do whatever I want. Maybe taking a hands-on role in Heather's Bitch Trainer insertions wouldn't be such a bad thing. ... Nah. I can't forget Mom and Sis and our morning fun.

Thoughts of Susan and Katherine made his penis lurch, and thanks to Simone's double pumping around the base and Heather's nibbling on the penis head, he very nearly lost control. Snapping from his daydream, he chided Simone in a friendly way, "Hey, stop it already! I'm trying to calm down for a minute. Let's hear what Heather has to say."

Simone reluctantly let go of Alan's member, but she was unable to pull it away from Heather's sucking ruby red lips.

Heather was silent for a while, but after an impatient Simone prodded her with another "Well?" the blonde bombshell finally pulled her mouth away from Alan's erection and replied in a rather awed voice, "I feel ... full. To be honest, I kind of lied. I've never had anything like this in me before. Just Alan's thick and tasty penis and... some rather small anal dildos like the very first one you jokingly put in me. This, on the other hand, feels, well... full! It's like, well, I can't explain it. I know it sounds stupid, but it almost feels like my ass is like... I dunno... pregnant, or something... like I'm about to give birth... as weird as that sounds. I can't really describe it. There's this THING in there. This tremendously large thing inside me... that feels, really good! But I feel like I need to go to the bathroom. I mean, I can take this for a while, but I can't possibly imagine having this thing in me for hours and hours! There's no way!"

Alan stood up, then pulled Heather to her feet. She wobbled dangerously, but Alan steadied her until she was standing on her own. He was relieved to have his penis untended for a while, as he'd been extremely close to losing a big load and it would undercut his authority to shoot it into the bitchy cheerleader's mouth.

Alan let everyone have a much needed rest for a bit. But in no nonsense tones, he firmly told Heather, "Well, imagine it. You will have your Bitch Trainer in you all day, unless you cry uncle and give up. Then Simone will help you, but that will be the end of it." Alan tweaked both of Heather's nipples to renewed hardness, nearly making her knees collapse out from under her, before continuing on in a softer, more condescending, yet confident voice. "But I don't take you to be a loser and a quitter."

He was once again using the simple psychological trick of playing to her competitive nature. Looking deeply into her wide open "deer in the headlights" eyes and flushed face, he continued, "We've seen that keeping you filled with my penis changes your attitude, and I can already see this dildo is doing the same. Your voice has already changed, becoming softer, mellower and much more pleasant sounding. Your angry and arrogant tone is gone, just like that."

He snapped his fingers to make his point, making Heather blink in surprise. "Needless to say, I'm pleased so far, but the big test is, will the change last all day, or will you grow immune to it and go back to your bitchy old self? That's the key test. If the latter happens, then I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much, after all."

Heather didn't reply. Her eyes had narrowed with determination when Alan hinted at her being a loser and a quitter, but her facial expression quickly returned to one of wide-eyed wonder.

Alan chuckled again at Simone's vision of Heather looking like that all day long. But Simone was still chuckling too, and seemed even more amused. So he asked the dark skinned beauty, "What?"

Simone answered, "Well, for starters, you can see that she's STILL doing the 'Home Alone' look." She made a mocking impersonation of Heather's face, and referencing an old Saturday Night Live act, cried out in a high-pitched voice, "Oh no! Mr. Bill!" She laughed at her own joke. She was having a grand old time.

Ignoring Heather's evil eye, Simone went on, "And for another, Heather, honey, you do know we were just yanking your chain with that whole 'yuletide log dildo' thing, don't you? Oh, that was so much fun! You were about to pee in your pants you were so scared shitless! That is, if Alan ever allows you to wear pants or any other clothes! Ha!" She laughed even more uproariously.

Heather burned with anger and embarrassment. She didn't take being the butt of a joke well at all. "Bastards! I'll get you back!" She muttered this just loud enough for Alan and Simone to hear.

She longed to have Alan's penis back in her mouth, both to bite down on it and to suck it till he filled her mouth to overflowing with cum.

"Now, now," Simone corrected. "'Bastards, ma'am' and 'Bastards, sir.' You have to learn how to address your superiors!" Simone thought that hilarious, and laughed even more at Heather's expense.

Alan could see there were ways one could push Heather and ways one should not, and this fell into the latter category. He said diplomatically, "Heather, please forgive Simone, she's not used to this role reversal. As for the dildo trickery, sure we were having a bit of fun, but it also served a purpose. I'm worried that you have 'size queen' tendencies and I want to warn you off from putting in the really big stuff."

Rather than reply, Heather kept looking away and mumbled something under her breath. While her words couldn't be heard, her bitter tone made their meaning clear enough.

The lack of time was very much on Alan's mind, so he decided not to make an issue out of Heather's surliness. He looked at the clock on the wall again, as he'd been doing periodically all along. He nodded at Simone, and then at her bag.

Simone took over. "Heather, Alan was thinking that you're going to be walking funny today and people are going to wonder why. We talked about some of this stuff on the phone yesterday. So I've taken the liberty of sneaking these out of your house when I stopped by to pick you up this morning."

She held up a pair of five-inched heels. Heather wore two and three inched heels all the time, but Heather had been annoyed at how difficult it was to walk in five-inched heels and avoided them. Though Heather had bought the pair Simone was now holding up, she only still owned them because she'd never gotten around to getting rid of them.

Simone casually said, "Your 'cruel shoes.' I know you're not keen on them, but Alan has a point that they'll provide an obvious excuse for why you're walking so funny."

"Okay. Fine," Heather grumbled, grabbing the shoes from Simone's hands. She was still pissed off at both of them.

"'Okay. Fine, ma'am,'" Simone corrected firmly.

"Ma'am." Heather grumbled some more, but Alan was right: her voice no longer had its usual taunting, surly edge. Now she just sounded resigned; defeated by her own lust.

Alan spoke. "Heather, like I was saying earlier, it's all about rewards and punishments. Sadly, you're not yet worthy of taking my cum. But Simone is. Simone, would you be up for a quick fuck? I've been having a load build up in me all morning and I could really use some release before school starts."

"Why certainly, since you asked so nicely." Simone knew that she was unlikely to get off with her own climax in the few minutes they had left to fuck, but she was glad to do it, if for no other reason than the fact it would be a fucking denied to Heather. She had a lot of resentment towards Heather built up that she needed to work off.

So Alan sat back down on the couch he'd been sitting on at the first part of their session, and rolled a condom onto his erection. Then Simone sat down on him, impaling her hot and wet pussy. She let out a contented sigh as she lowered herself all the way down. Alan was a bit sexed out from all the morning's events and in no mood for a big, energetic performance, but Simone understood that, so she did most of the bouncing while he just sat there and enjoyed the sensations while letting his hands wander all over her.

Heather, meanwhile, was experimenting with walking around. Between the dildo up her ass and the high heels, it was quite an effort for her to simply walk from one spot to another. For one thing, her new posture tightened up her calves and buttocks, even more so than usual, which put unexpectedly sexy pressures on the Bitch Trainer she held inside her tightly clenched anus as her legs moved and flexed. As a result, she inadvertently put on a very sexy show right in front of Alan. Watching Heather in the buff strut her stuff was an excellent bonus arousal on top of the very pleasurable fucking he was getting.

And Heather, who specialized in cockteasing men with "accidental" displays, was, for once, truly acting inadvertently and without artifice. She was so mentally occupied, especially by the incredible feeling of fullness in her ass, that she was pretty much completely oblivious to anything else. She hardly even noticed Alan and Simone fucking. Instead, she was practically re-learning how to walk. Her facial expressions were amusingly child-like as she experimentally took dainty, small steps instead of her usual swaggering stride.

But time was running out. After a mere five minutes or so, Alan quit his PC muscle clenching and let his semen squirt out. He felt a bit abashed by how "ordinary" the sex was, and the fact that he hadn't given his partner a single orgasm. He apologized to Simone, pointing out the lack of time, but she seemed happy enough.

Clearly, the whole dildo sizing session had been a great delight to Simone, and the brief intercourse at the end was just the icing on the cake. She seemed almost giddy about the way she was allowed to treat Heather. With Heather still intent on simply walking around, Simone whispered into Alan's ear, "Guess what? I razzed her majesty big time today, and no lightning bolts struck me! Heh-heh! The harder they cum, they harder they fall, so to speak. Heh! This is simply too cool for school!"

Alan whispered back, "Don't be so sure. We did go over the line with unnecessary teasing, and I get the impression that Heather never forgets a slight. I'd watch your back if I were you, just like I'll be watching mine."

That seemed to sober Simone up.

As usual, things were a bit rushed at the end. They were left with just enough time to change back into their clothes and clean themselves up a bit. Heather was still so out of it that Simone had to dress her.

Even having practiced a little, Heather's walk was quite decidedly wobbly as she slowly made her exit to head off to class. With her "butt floss" riding deeply between her cheeks and her tighter than tight shorts massaging her bare butt constantly with every step, she was so powerfully aroused that she had to keep all her concentration on simply staying upright and moving.

As Alan walked out of the theater room, the last to leave, he thought, That went pretty well, over all. Heather's IQ drops big time whenever she has something up her butt, so I wonder how she'll manage in her classes. But the bigger question is, will the dildo effect wear off, or will she be transformed all day, and then day after day after that? Wouldn't it be amazing if this crazy scheme actually worked? I can half imagine this becoming a professionally used psychological cure. "Sorry, Mrs. Johnson. Your beautiful daughter has been diagnosed with a case of acutely terminal bitchiness. The only known cure is, well, a bit controversial, but I have the equipment she needs..." Heh-heh! I mean, it would just be so amazing to actually change Heather for the better. What a major accomplishment that would be!

CHAPTER 7

Alan hurried to his first period class and made it through the door right as the bell rang. As he sat down, he complimented himself that he'd gotten away with yet more outrageous behavior on the school grounds, and no one was the wiser.

But the instant he sat in his seat, a sense of horror ran through him that something was dreadfully wrong. He could feel wetness on the backs of his upper thighs where they touched the seat, and his forearms on the desk were soaking in something both wet and sticky.

Oh shit! Wet paint! He looked around. Everyone else was settling down and seemed to be doing fine. Whatever had happened had happened just to him.

He froze in place for a few moments. The combination seat and desk he sat in was painted a dull brown. He realized that if he stood up, he would be a laughingstock. But if he remained sitting and perfectly still, perhaps he could get through this hour of classes and then somehow get mercy from the teacher before students came in for the next class. Luckily, the teacher of this class, Mr. Tompkins, was a pretty cool guy. Alan felt confident that he would help.

But then Alan realized with horror that he couldn't even so much as raise either arm painted to his desk to ask a question or scratch his nose. He experimentally tried to pull one of his arms up an inch or so. It took some effort to free the arm from the paint, and then he saw that the entire underside of his arm was coated in brown.

He dropped his arm back down and frantically looked around the room to see if anyone else had noticed. Luckily, everyone was focused on what Mr. Tompkins was saying, except some burly guys in the back of the room who were pointing and snickering. He instantly knew they must have had something to do with it. Certainly they would spread word of his predicament and the whole class would know within minutes.

Then he saw Christine get up and walk to the front of the class. This was very strange because she hadn't been called on. She handed Mr. Tompkins a note and walked back to her seat.

Mr. Tompkins read the note and put it aside. Then, he said, "By the way, class, I have good news.  You all did so well with your surprise exam on Friday, and it's such a nice day, that we're going to have today's class out on the lawn! How do you like that?"

The class was very surprised and excited, and there was a lot of clapping and cheering.

Mr. Tompkins continued, "Meet me outside on the grassy knoll in a few minutes. Alan, can you stay behind for a second? I have something I need you to do."

Alan had been freaking out, but he let out a huge sigh of relief. Suddenly it all became clear. Christine, sitting kitty corner and behind him, had seen his predicament. She'd quickly written a note to get help from the teacher. Either she or the teacher thought to immediately evacuate the room before Alan was exposed.

Thank God for good friends! Alan thought to himself, even as he remained in his chair, as still as a statue.

The students all filed out. Christine lingered with a concerned look on her face, but the teacher had said nothing about her staying behind as well, so she continued out the door.

Alan gave her the most grateful expression he could conjure, and mouthed a silent "Thank you." He saw a smile appear on her face right as she passed out of view.

Mr. Tompkins closed the door behind Christine and immediately rushed to Alan. "My God, kid, what happened to you?"

Alan lifted his arm up all the way, exposing the underside of brown to his teacher. "A prank, Mr. Tompkins. A bunch of the football players are out to get me. I could see a couple of guys in the back snickering, so I'll bet at least one of them had something to do with it."

"Well you certainly are calm about it."

"I may look calm on the outside, but I'm actually freaking out. I thought I was screwed for sure!"

"You still may be, unfortunately. I can't just leave you like this, but I can't leave my class lingering around outside for more than a minute or two, either. And don't even move, or you're going to make a huge mess. I thought about leaving Christine to help you, but I didn't want her role in this to be known. What should I do? Call your parents? Call the principal? In all my years of teaching, I've never seen anything like this."

A solution popped into Alan's brain and he spoke his mind immediately. "Get Ms. Rhymer! She has study hall first period, and she's a good friend! I'll bet she can get me out of this!"

"Good idea. I'm out of here. Good luck!"

Mr. Tompkins literally ran out the door and down the hall.

Alan remained frozen in place. The desk had obviously been freshly painted right before school. Now some of the paint was starting to drip and run in places. He realized with chagrin that he must have been set up at the same time he was having fun with Heather and Simone.

Well, at least that pretty much rules out Heather as a suspect, he mused while he waited. Anyways, I saw the looks on those guys' faces. I just wish I could have looked more than a second or two so I could have figured out exactly which ones  were mocking me. Thank God I have the reputation for being a good guy and a teacher's pet, or I don't think Mr. Tompkins would have been so nice.

Suddenly, Glory burst in. She looked deeply concerned. "Young man! What happened to you?" Alan quickly explained, and as she listened her concern mixed with amusement. Glory looked all over and concluded, "Hmm. It appears that just the desktop, backrest, and seat were painted. I'd better go get some supplies. That backrest is dripping something awful. Don't move!" She ran off.

As Alan sat and waited yet again, he thought, Fuck. Someone or more likely some guys really have it in for me. Whatever Heather did over the weekend to try to appease them clearly wasn't enough. I might have gotten away from complete shame and embarrassment, thanks to the sharp eyes of one of my few remaining friends, but it's not like they're going to stop. They're going to keep coming at me again and again. And they're bigger and stronger, and I'm badly outnumbered. I need help!

Glory came back with her arms full of janitorial supplies. She locked the door behind her, and then set about cleaning up the mess. First she wiped up the paint that had dripped to the floor. Then she lifted up the legs of the desk one at a time and put a big plastic tarp underneath the entire area.

"You're damned lucky I happen to have this period free, young man," she said as she laid the tarp out.

"I'm damned lucky period! I mean, what if this classroom was on the first floor and not the second? I'd bet my tormentors would find a way to peek in and take a photograph or something." Then he briefly told the story about what happened and how Christine and Mr. Tompkins rescued him.

"Quick," Glory said, cutting off the end of his story. "Stand up and strip! We have to get you out of those clothes."

Alan stood, making sure to remain over the tarp-covered area. "Oh, fuck! Look at me. Look at this! This sucks! Shit. These clothes are ruined. Oh, FUCK! Where the hell am I going to get some other clothes to wear before this period is over? And of course I didn't wear any underwear today. That's probably a bad habit. I'm screwed!"

He rapidly shucked off his T-shirt and shorts as he said this. His hands had been on his desk, so they were covered with paint, too, and he covered his clothes with more brown as he took them off. They were clearly ruined. The only items saved were his shoes and socks, which he still wore.

Glory looked at Alan standing naked in the middle of a strange classroom, and cursed him. "Damn you, Alan Plummer! Why do you have to get a fucking hard-on, at a time like this?! Young man, you're simply insatiable, and incorrigible!" She pretended anger, but really she was both frustrated and amused.

"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly. "I wasn't aroused in the slightest a few minutes ago. But you're far too sexy in that fancy outfit. You always dress so nice. And then seeing you bend over all around me, wiping the floor… I mean, I'm only human! It's your fault for being too dang sexy all the time!" He didn't add what had brought his penis to full mast: as she'd been down on all fours putting the tarp into place, he had a good angle to notice that she wasn't wearing any panties whatsoever.

Glory laughed. "All right, all right. But we've resolved to have a purely platonic relationship from now on. This sure is some kind of awkward start to that! Jesus H. Christ! Make it stop bouncing around like that, dammit!"

"I can't!"

She sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up as fast as possible, then. I brought some gloves and a scrub brush and all kinds of things. But if you see one drop get on my clothes, tell me."

"A drop of what?" he asked in an innocent voice.

Glory knew what he was hinting at: a drop of paint, or a drop of cum? Her pussy throbbed as she thought about deep throating him so thoroughly that not a drop escaped her lips. But she gained control of her lusts and said, "You know what I mean. I don't want these ruined."

Alan was feeling a lot better by now. He had a good feeling he'd at least get out of this jam. He further teased, "You could just take them all off, you know."

"Wouldn't you like that? I'm sure you'd insist on taking off my bra and panties too, just to be on the safe side."

"Of course. One can't be too careful, especially with the expensive and pure white undies that you like to wear." He found it interesting that she was pretending she was still wearing panties. He strongly suspected that in fact she wasn't wearing a bra, either.

"Young man! What am I going to do with you?" She scrubbed his hands and forearms as she spoke.

"I could think of some fun things."

She laughed, but said, "Arrgh! Platonic, remember?" She ignored the great itching need coming from her crotch.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm all freaked out and worked up, and some humor is helping calm me down. I'll stop."

"Thanks. I know what you mean because I feel the same. Larry, that's Mr. Tompkins to you, was in such a rush that he didn't have time to explain and merely told me that you were alone in this classroom and needed my help right away. I nearly died of worry before I got here! Just exactly who did this to you anyway, and what's it all about?"

Alan explained all about his feud with the football team while Glory finished cleaning him off. There wasn't much paint on him. It was mostly just his forearms and hands where he'd touched the desk and a thin stripe of paint on the backs of his thighs where his flesh had made contact with the seat. The rest had been covered by his now carefully disposed of clothes.

Glory, however, seemed to take her time and do an extremely thorough job of getting the paint off. In fact, she worked on the back of his thighs long after all the paint had gone, though Alan didn't know that. She was intoxicated by being so near his naked ass, and it was a constant struggle to keep enough focus on his words to understand his predicament. She reminded herself that this was probably the last time she'd be able to see and touch a naked Alan, though deep down she strongly doubted that.

She also had a nearly irresistible urge to grab his penis, which continued to stick straight out and lightly bob up and down. She thought, I know every single vein and bump on that penis, and my tongue and lips know it even better than my eyes do. I just can't believe I'm never going to even hold it again. ... Just one little pet and stroke, for old time's sake. Can't I do that? It's not like Alan would mind...

But Alan's story about the football players gave Glory something else to try to focus on. As the story came to an end, she blurted out, "I blame Heather."

"Heather? Why her?"

"First off, if she hadn't been such a slut and slept with half the team, or more, then they wouldn't be all bent out of shape by the fact that you were sleeping with her. Then, once that happened, she should have cleaned up her own mess and taken care of them, and she's clearly failed to do that. You're just an innocent victim of Heather's twisted personality and her wanton, immoral behavior."

"Hey. Just a minute. I'll admit Heather's no saint."

"Ha! Understatement of the year!"

"True. But she's just a part of this whole mess. The main thing is, they consider themselves the top dogs in the school. They always get the best girls, especially the star players. But then I come out of nowhere, a nerd, no less, and suddenly I've got Amy for my girlfriend, and rumors swirl that I'm fucking the rest of the cheerleading squad and then some, minus my sister, of course."

"Oh, of course," Glory said sarcastically, knowing full well that wasn't the case.

"So naturally they're jealous. I've upset the social order, and as you know since you study the gossip, the social order in a high school is everything. And can I really blame them for being jealous? Talking about wanton, immoral behavior, if they only knew the half of what I'm actually doing, they and the whole rest of the school would probably lynch me on the spot. Take you, for starters. Do you know how many guys in this school have crushes on you? If someone were to snap a picture right now of you cleaning my thighs yet again - aren't they clean already? If they were to take a picture right now, with your hands and long tongue wrapped around my penis, alternately jacking it off and deep throating it, I'd be lucky to make it off the campus alive and in one piece!"

"Hey, I'm not deep throating you yet. What are you talking about?" She came around from behind him and stared at his penis from mere inches away, as if confirming that she wasn't already there. She backed up in surprise as it very nearly bounced off her nose. Then she groaned with frustration when she realized he was playing a verbal trick on her.

He laughed. "Just kidding. A guy can dream, can't he? It's only been ten minutes since class started, but it feels like hours have passed, and I'm getting a little bit freaked thinking about someone finding us here."

As Alan talked, Glory mentally calculated the number of inches between the tip of Alan's penis and her lips. The number seemed to be rapidly shrinking and would soon need to be measured in fractions of inches. Even as she promised herself restraint, she licked her lips in anticipation.

But then Alan said, "I don't feel nearly as safe right now as when I'm in your room. For one thing, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Mr. Tompkins gets away from his class for a little while to see how we're doing."

"OH FUCK!" Glory jumped up in panic and backed away, as if Mr. Tompkins had just walked into the room. Then she calmed herself a bit. "Phew! Good point. You see, Alan? This is why our affair has to stop. I can't take the constant fear that we'll be discovered. Never let me forget that! Let's find you some clothes. Now that I think about it, I have some shorts and a T-shirt that should fit you back in my classroom."

"You do? What luck!"

"It's not luck. I've thought a lot about all the different things that could go wrong with our affair. In addition to packing spare clothes for me in my closet, I have some meant for you, in case you got in an embarrassingly cummy mess during one of our lunchtime escapades."

"Glory. You're too good for me. You're so clever."

Clever, maybe, but unwise, Glory thought to herself. If he hadn't reminded me about the almost certain chance of Larry coming back to his own classroom at any time, I'd probably have given in and I'd be deep throating him right now! He knew it and I knew it. I was soooo close. I even said "yet." Damn! I have to resist! I'm so stupid! True, I thought of the clothes, which helped speed things up, but if he hadn't been the one to remember about the teacher, my goose would be cooked for sure! We're hanging on by the skin of our teeth! And I thought I'd put all this behind me yesterday, but I can't get free.

Glory returned with the clothes minutes later, and soon Alan was dressed. The two of them finished cleaning up, including wiping all the wet paint from Alan's desk until it was useable for the next period's class.

By the time Mr. Tompkins came back in to check on them, everything had been taken care of. They sat next to each other, making idle chatter, looking as innocent as two angels.

But deep down, both Alan and Glory were very distraught, though for different reasons. Alan knew he'd dodged a bullet. A public humiliation would be worse than actually getting beaten up, because one got a lot of sympathy with the latter, but practically none with the former. He considered this painting incident to be a declaration of war, though he didn't even know exactly who his enemies were. He was already plotting his own moves, and the first step was to solidify the status of his own friends and allies. With an S-Club meeting planned for the afternoon and a dinner date already scheduled with Christine this evening, the timing seemed just right. Again, he marveled at his great luck.

Glory, on the other hand, was deeply disturbed by just how aroused she'd been. She cursed her rotten luck and wondered at the odds that a bizarre series of events would result in Alan standing before her completely naked and fully erect just minutes after school began. She both loved it and hated it. She could hardly understand herself anymore. For instance, she had no good explanation why she consciously chose not to wear any underwear as she dressed for school that morning. Some tiny, naughty voice in the back of her head told her that Alan had commanded her to do that the week before, and since he hadn't said anything contrary since, she continued to obey. She knew that was the most pathetic excuse imaginable. What she couldn't deny however was that being naked under her clothes was inescapably arousing to her. Deep down inside, she secretly knew that she just wanted to be naughty for her young lover.

CHAPTER 8

Alan thought he was out of the woods by the time first period came to an end, but he was wrong. The football players who had played the chair painting trick on him didn't just fade away. Naturally, they were curious about what had happened to him and how he'd managed to avoid embarrassment. They were even madder at him than before for having escaped their trap, and were hardly about to let things go at that.

So when he came out of Mr. Tompkins' class, they were waiting for him. At first they kept their distance, lost behind him in the hallway crowd, waiting to see who Alan might be with. But when it appeared Alan was alone and heading to his next class, they made their plans and followed him.

Alan's first period class was on the second floor while his second period class was on the first floor. The route from one class to another was filled with other students, so the football players knew they couldn't do anything too overt to him, especially given the suspensions that had been given out the week before. As a result, they struck in the most logical place along Alan's limited route: the stairs. Alan was unaware that a small group of burly guys were following him, so he was taken by surprise when one of them caught up to him at the top of the stairs and stuck a foot out in front of him just as Alan began to step down the first stair.

The result was predictable: Alan went tumbling down the stairs, completely out of control. He most likely would have been severely hurt except for the fact that the stairway was filled with other students. So, rather than falling all the way down unimpeded, he crashed into some other students. More than one of them fell too, but none of them had the momentum he did, so only he kept going all the way to the flat area halfway down where the stairs turned.

The football players eagerly followed him down, and one of the biggest of them was right there to lend a helping hand when Alan tried to stand up. Or, at least, Alan initially thought it was a helping hand, as he didn't stop to look up at the face first. But as he stood up, he realized the hand wasn't letting go. In fact, the strong grip was practically crushing his hand.

Alan looked into the face of the boy who'd helped him up and realized he didn't know the person's name. But from the boy's appearance (a young Marine look complete with blond buzz cut), his grip, and his crowing and malicious smile, Alan could tell he wasn't amongst friends. That feeling grew stronger as the other football players came down the stairs as well and surrounded him.

"Nasty fall," the football player squeezing Alan's hand said to him. "You should be more careful. Good thing you weren't hurt, but then again, you do seem to be quite lucky today, don't you?" Alan could guess from this comment that this guy had been somehow involved in the first period chair-painting prank, although he wasn't in that class or any of Alan's other classes. Needless to say, this bully was only pretending friendliness, like a cat playing with its prey before killing it.

Alan looked around frantically. Other students were crowding around, wondering what was happening, peering into the tight circle of athletes. He felt a bit safer because of all of the attention from the other people, but at the same time he didn't recognize any friends in the crowd, much less any authority figures. Worse, people were already starting to drift away as the sight of two guys shaking hands was hardly interesting. They didn't realize Alan's hand was being crushed by a much stronger vise-grip hand.

Alan was strong and muscular, though lanky, but he was no match for this monstrously oversized high schooler opposing him and he knew there was no way he could free his hand on his own. So he said in a very loud voice, "Oww! Let go of my hand. You're hurting me!" He hoped to keep bystanders watching, and he was partly successful with that.

"Oooh, poor baby," the tall and very muscular athlete still squeezing Alan's hand replied sarcastically, applying even more pressure as he said this. From his huge build, he was likely a lineman. He taunted, "What are you going to do now that you don't have any of your teachers to help you? What did you do to Mr. Tompkins to get him to protect you like that, anyways? How many times did you kiss his ass? Or suck his cock?"

Alan was recovering his wits, and went on a verbal offensive, though it didn't seem that way at first. He said in a proud and loud voice, "Yes. I am gay. I'm a flaming homosexual. Here, let me suck your cock, too. Why don't you whip it out?" He reached for the boy's groin with his free hand.

Alan guessed correctly that his attacker was as sexually immature, insecure, and homophobic as the typical dumb jock stereotype, and luckily he was right. The football player immediately let go of Alan's hand as if Alan had contagious homosexual "cooties" and backed away a few steps, pushing a couple of his flunkies aside in his hasty retreat.

Alan laughed with derision, pretending much more confidence than he actually felt. He knew from previous experience with bullies that the key thing was to not show any weakness, as most bullies only preyed on the weak. He considered making some kind of homosexual taunt, but decided he shouldn't push his luck. Instead, he said in a seemingly sincere voice, "Thanks for the help getting up," and then hurried down the stairs.

He heard one cry of "Fag!" but otherwise the football players didn't say anything or pursue him. While strong, none of them were particularly bright, and Alan's unexpected approach had left them confused. They were only slowly figuring out that Alan's "I'm a flaming homosexual" comment was a form of subtle sarcasm that would more or less render him immune to further homosexual taunts, their preferred insult of choice.

One hour later, Alan entered Glory's classroom with a scraped knee, scraped elbow, and a very sore hand. Needless to say, he was very much preoccupied by his setbacks and hardly paid any attention to Glory or what was happening in her class. He knew that while in one sense he may have foiled his attackers, in another sense his "victory" was actually a defeat because he'd only succeeded in making his enemies madder at him. The only good news was that no one had followed him between second and third periods. He figured they were probably regrouping and trying to figure out how to best get back at him.

Glory however, was confused. She'd spent most of the two previous class periods anticipating the moment when she'd be able to see Alan in the flesh again, only to find him quite disinterested in her. It wasn't that he was consciously trying to avoid her; he simply didn't seem to have her on his mind in any special way.

She thought, That's odd. And it's doubly odd given that Heather was acting in a very similar way the period before. Instead of glaring at me, as usual, Heather didn't seem to hear a word I was saying, as if she was simply spaced out and in her own world. Just like how Alan's acting right now. I wonder if he's going to be like this the whole class.

But Glory couldn't think about it for long, as she had a class to teach. However, her thoughts kept returning to thinking about Alan and Heather with every free moment she had, especially since Alan seemed to continue to ignore her, though he eventually did appear to focus on the class material a bit.

After some time, she noticed Alan's knee. Oh my God! That looks like a bad scrape. If I'm not mistaken, that looks like it's been bleeding pretty badly. And he hasn't even put a bandage on it or anything. Should I send him to the nurse? No. I have to try to stay low profile and not let everyone know how much I'm noticing him. I can't fawn all over him. But what's the deal? First Heather's limping around and now Alan is all scraped up with fresh bruises, and obviously neither of them have had P.E. yet. Did they get in a fight with each other? That would make a lot of sense. Oh no! What if they were having passionate, balls-to-the-wall sex with each other instead? Sex so wild, passionate, and violent that the two of them could barely stand up and walk away. After all, Alan's much more of a lover than a fighter. That thought sent a surge of warmth through Glory that she immediately fought to stifle.

Knowing Alan, if he were really angry with Heather, he'd fight her with his weapon of choice: sex. I'm not sure how he'd do it, but I bet he'd find some way to triumph over her sexually, defeating her much more soundly than if he actually pummeled her with his fists. God, imagine that! What if he was angry with me and he wanted to teach me a lesson? Even with all my muscles from surfing, he's so much bigger than me. I'd never stand a chance! He'd attack me, lord over me, tear my clothes off, push me around, and fuck me within an inch of my life! He'd fuck me until I cried mercy. In fact, he'd fuck me until I was screaming, moaning, and begging for mercy, and then he'd keep fucking me anyway! Just like what he did with Heather, he'd fuck me so good and hard that I'd have as much trouble walking as she does! Why, I'll bet that he took her, and threw-

"Ms. Rhymer? Um, hello? Ms. Rhymer?"

It was the voice of one of Glory's students, trying to ask a question. Glory snapped out of her sexual thoughts and tried to answer the question, but she had trouble concentrating. As the class went on, it seemed that every line of thought she had led back to Alan, or sex, or even more often, Alan and sex. She still valiantly tried to give a lecture instead of just assigning in-class busy work, but she kept stumbling and spacing out, acting as nervously as if it was her first day teaching.

Some minutes later, she looked at Alan and began spacing out again. Damn that young man! He's still not looking at me. What do I have to do to get his attention? Maybe it's these God-damned clothes. Societal rules demand that I have to dress all prissy and conservative as a teacher, but why can't I express myself like everyone else? Why can't I look like a slutty tramp like Heather does?

I wanna teach dressed like a HOT TRAMP, God dammit! That would get Alan's attention and tear his mind away from that evil skank. Hell, it would get everyone's attention, and isn't that part of my job as a teacher, keeping their attention? A tight, hot, shiny, black leather short skirt kind of like what Heather is wearing today, an even tighter fire engine red top with my cleavage exposed all the way down-

She stopped herself as she realized she was running her hand over her chest and the student who had been speaking had stopped. Damn again! she cursed. I must be losing my mind! The sooner I get Alan out of my system, the better off I'll be. I just have to get through these next few days and then it'll get easier. It's like going cold turkey from a heroin addiction.

She looked down and sadly realized she was still wearing the same old "prissy" clothes she'd put on that morning. With an internal sigh, she resumed her teaching lesson.

Since she was such a good teacher, a number of students noticed her odd behavior, but they generally assumed that even Ms. Rhymer had an off day every now and then. Alan, though, was still so absorbed in his own problems that he remained oblivious.

When class ended, Glory could hardly wait until the last student besides Alan left, so she could find out what was going on. When she finally had her chance, she acted quite pouty and jealous. As Alan closed the door, she petulantly said from her chair behind her desk, "So, you really can turn it on and off, can't you? One day you seemed to care for me and desire me so much, but now you don't even know I exist! I know we've made a new platonic agreement, but you could show at least a little bit of longing and regret. The way you act, it's just plain, well... insulting!"

Alan walked over and sat on her desk. "Glory, what on Earth are you talking about?"

She looked up at him, a bit frightened to have him so near, but still angry from her jealousy. "Don't play dumb with me, young man! Whatever happened to your pledge to be totally honest with me?! I'm no fool! I know exactly what you and Heather have been up to."

"'Up to'? What do you mean?" He thought, Glory is smart as a whip and knows all the school gossip, but how could she possibly know what Heather, Simone, and I were doing this morning? Unless one of them talked...

"I mean, look at your scraped knee. And your elbow. And the way you've been holding your hand for half the class! And the way Heather's walking so funny! You must have given her the buggering of a lifetime! I mean, the other women you're with, I could forgive... no, that's not true. Let's not go there. But Heather! HEATHER! That's a direct slap in my face!"

Alan laughed inwardly, but was careful not to show any outward signs of his amusement so as to not hurt Glory's feelings. But as he recovered from that, his amusement at her interpretation turned to concern that she would feel hurt if he didn't straighten things out.

"Glory, wait a minute. You've got it all wrong. It's true I played around with Heather a bit before school, but to be blunt, I didn't put myself into her pussy or ass, thank you very much. My scratches aren't from that, they're from tumbling down the stairs after being pushed by some football players! The same ones, I should point out, who were behind the whole painted chair thing!"

"Oh," she said, slowly reassessing. She felt her righteous indignation start to ebb, even though she knew that if he hadn't fucked Heather it was only because he'd fucked someone else. She also correctly guessed that there was a good reason he only mentioned not putting his penis in Heather's ass or pussy, and failed to mention her mouth.

He continued, "Not only that, but remember that I wasn't scraped up like this when you were cleaning paint off me this morning."

"Oh. That's right." I suppose I'm just jumping to conclusions and making groundless accusations. Something did make Heather walk funny though, and I have a strong suspicion Alan is somehow behind it... although she was wearing those ridiculously high heels today, so that could be the reason, or at least part of the reason. I have a feeling that his newfound policy of total honesty doesn't involve him volunteering information about the other women he's involved with, though he'll probably answer if I know to ask the right question. But I don't really want to know more about Heather and her twisted sexual games and how she's ensnared poor Alan in them. At least not right now.

The conversation naturally turned after Alan straightened out Glory's misconceptions. Her feelings of jealousy quickly faded even though she was still miffed that he'd been with Heather at all. He explained all the latest developments in his troubles with the football players, and got a lot of genuine sympathy from Glory about it. She fell into the role of nurse, taking out a first-aid kit and cleaning up Alan's scrapes. He didn't just have scrapes on his knee and elbow but in fact had scratches all over, though luckily the others were all minor or superficial. Band-aids took care of the cuts on the knees and elbows where he'd actually bled.

But in the course of examining, cleaning, and tending his wounds, Glory once again came into very close contact with Alan's body. It was almost more than she could take, especially given the earlier contact. She might have lost control and reverted to all out fondling except for the fact that Alan kept talking about his assault and the football players, leaving Glory more angry than aroused. She was very proud that she'd resisted temptation when at long last she successfully disengaged and declared him all cleaned up.

However, she still wasn't in the clear, because Alan was still in front of her and her hormones were still raging for him. All the close contact with his body had worked her up, even if it was just little things like smelling his body odor and subtly caressing his skin here and there (usually under the guise of patting an area she'd cleaned and declaring it "all better").

After they'd discussed the football player problem and possible courses of action, the conversation turned to Alan's homework. The plan was that Alan would use lunch with Glory to actually do some homework, but they ended up talking about homework and Alan's lack of motivation in doing it instead. This was bad news for Glory, because now that the conversation had moved on and she wasn't so indignant, her mind was free to wander.

She seemed to take everything he said the wrong way. For instance, he mentioned, "I've fallen really far behind in my English class. I'm going to have to do some serious cramming to catch up."

He intended no double meaning, but Glory heard the words "serious cramming," and went all dreamy. Serious cramming, eh? Well, young man, I have some news for you: you're going to have to do some serious cramming for my class as well! In fact, there's no time like the present. Take that hot, fleshy fuck-hammer and cram it into my tight, slippery hole right now! Pound me with your fuck-hammer, my love! Alan! Please! Don't just sit there, looking at me like that. Do it! Do me! Now!

"Glory?"

"Huh?" Glory snapped back to reality again. "What? Did I miss something?"

"I was just saying that I might even have to pull an all-nighter, if the teacher makes us do that assignment like he's been threatening to do."

Glory immediately fell back into her sexual fugue. An all-nighter, eh? You are going to have to pull an all-nighter, all right, with your favorite teacher! More like a push and pull, in and out, over and over, do it to her all-nighter, heh-heh! And it IS as hard as they say. It's so hard! So hot! So thick! So tasty and juicy and wonderful! Alan, take me! Right now! Throw me on my desk and do me right here! She began to visualize such a scene so clearly that her pussy juices began to flow. Make love to your hot tramp of a teacher! No, none of this "make love" bullshit; FUCK ME! Can't you see a woman who needs your expert-

"Glory?"

"Yes? What is it?" She reflexively clamped her legs together.

"Well, it's just that you seem to be staring at me so intently. Is there something on my face or something?" He was genuinely confused since he wasn't in a sexual mood at all, and too flummoxed from his rather stressful morning to notice the usual signs of arousal.

"Um, no. I guess I'm just still thinking about the football players and how that one brute tripped you at the top of the stairs. How horrible! We may no longer be intimate with each other, but I still care about you deeply. I'm so worried!"

"Don't worry. I'm going to tackle this, and your help is vital and very much appreciated. Frankly, in the long term, I'm more worried about my homework problem. I feel like I'm in a deep hole. I thought that I was bound for a good college for sure, but lately..."

Alan's words faded away as Glory grabbed a hold of the phrase "I'm in a deep hole" and ran with it. You are in a deep hole, my young sex stud! My hole! My needy hole is going to be filled so deep by your throbbing, probing manliness! ... Ah, what's wrong with me? I need to focus. He's going to ask me a question about some serious problems any minute now, and I need to focus. On his words. Not on the hole. The deep, needy hole. The desperate, wet, and eager hole. No. On his words! The words! Focus! Focus, Glory! What's wrong with me? It's over! Over between us. Think about all those other women he has. Think about him making love to his own mother or sister! Let that cool you down. Incest! Disgusting!

Huh, why isn't that working very well? Somehow I get to thinking about Suzanne and her impossibly curvy body. I saw her stick out her tongue once at that one parents' night - it was positively unreal. I'll bet a tongue like that could jack off Alan's penis like a dainty hand, sliding all around it like a huge snake. Good Lord! ... Quick, think of something else! ... I know! I'll think of him with that super-bitch. Imagine the good and kind Alan filling that evil bitch whore Heather with his tasty seed! She doesn't deserve him. It's so WRONG! Think of him pounding that magnificent cock into her slutty, skanky, diseased, and gaping hole. Yuck! How can he be fucking her before school today when, at the same time, I've been reduced to fighting the urge to fondle myself under my skirt driving to school when I stop at every stoplight? It's not right! Alan should be mine! Alan, I love you! I need you! But it's wrong! Wrong! You'll only hurt me. I can't! Can't! Must resist!

"Glory, what's wrong now?" Alan asked. "Look at the way you're clenching your hands. Did you space out?"

"Oh. Sorry. I just can't get those damned football players out of my head. Let's go back to that topic, because I'm kind of obsessing about it..."

And so it went. Glory was a wreck. Returning the conversation to the football players engaged a bit more of her attention, but not much. Everything he said seemed to be a sexy innuendo to her, when in fact nothing he said was meant that way.

She was extremely relieved when Alan left about ten minutes before the lunch period was over. As he left, she thought, That was close! It was all I could do not to up and rape the poor guy. But these feelings will pass. They will. Won't they? As time goes on the urge has to fade, or else I'm in deep trouble. I'm going to have to do something soon to take the edge off until I can find a new boyfriend or something. Maybe I should go shopping tonight for some new sex toys and simply pleasure myself so much while at home that my pussy is too sore for me to even BEGIN to think about sex. Yes! That not only sounds like a good idea, it sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. Of course, I'll be dreaming and thinking about Alan the whole time, but maybe if I do that with abandon for the next couple of days, I'll actually get sick of him. Kind of like drinking until you can't even stand the sight of alcohol. Something like that has to work, or else...

I hate to picture it, but just imagine, me, Gloria Rhymer, crawling on my hands and knees, begging him to take me back. That would be so horribly embarrassing... not to mention unbearably arousing! Oh God! Crawling naked to his toned, muscled and extremely erect body! That penis, GOD I love that penis! My own student. Submitting myself, prostrating myself, giving my body and my SOUL to one of my own students! Begging to be filled in each and every hole! Crawling to touch- ... Argh! Stop it Glory! Stop it! You're obsessed!

CHAPTER 9

Alan left Glory early because he wanted to check on Heather and see if his "treatment" was working on her or not. His desire to find this out was so strong and his opportunities to make contact with her before school ended were so limited that he decided to do something he'd never done at school before: visit Heather while she resided at her "throne."

Back in the days when Alan ate lunch in the school cafeteria, he knew the "rules" of cafeteria seating reasonably well, and he was sure they hadn't changed in the two months since he'd stopped going there. All the different social cliques had their different zones in the cafeteria, and few ever sat down in or even lingered within the territory of a clique one did not belong to. Heather, naturally, sat at the most prestigious table in the school elite zone.

Alan, thanks to all of his romantic and sexual successes, didn't belong in the nerd zone any more, but he also didn't belong in the elite zone, as he hadn't put in the time and kissed enough asses to become one of the elites, and he didn't know anyone in the large group of "unaffiliated" students to feel comfortable there either, or with any other group, for that matter. One of the reasons why he no longer ate at the school cafeteria or even visited there much was that he didn't know where he belonged any more. If he did eat lunch away from Glory, he preferred to be one of the few who sat outside in the sun, especially since Katherine and Amy always sat there these days (they didn't like the clique battles, either).

So it was a bold move when he simply walked right up to Heather's table and sat down next to her. She was surrounded by her usual flunkies, all gorgeous babes that Alan had admired from afar at one time or another. But aside from Simone, who was sitting right next to Heather, Alan knew very few of them by name (other cheerleaders like Kim and Joy sat at a table near Heather's table - not even any of them were "worthy" of sitting at Heather's table, mostly because they hadn't sucked up to Heather enough lately). In recent weeks, a couple of the girls had chatted him up, fishing for a date invitation, but he'd turned them all down, since he already had more women that he could handle.

Aside from Simone, and Donna, a raven-haired Italian beauty who was both one of Heather's closest friends and main rivals, and nearly as notoriously stuck up, the table was a uniform sea of tanned skins, daringly exposed cleavage, and blonde heads (usually bottle-enhanced). Simone felt awkward and unwanted at times as the only black girl in the entire female school elite, and often sensed derision from her other black friends, but her love-hate friendship with Heather was so important to her that it overrode all other concerns.

Alan's move was so unexpected that a hush fell over the dozen or so girls at Heather's table (though he was pleased to see people at the other tables were too busy with their own boisterous activities to pay any notice).

Heather, though, seemed oblivious to the possibility that he might be doing something unusual. She merely gave Alan a friendly smile and cheerfully said, "Hiya! What's up, sir?"

Alan looked at her more closely. She had a very unusual facial expression. On one hand, she had the glazed over look of a happy drunk. But on the other hand, she wore a grimace, as if she had a bad case of hemorrhoids. Alan knew that the Bitch Trainer was the cause of both facial expressions, but to see the two looks coexist on one face was odd, to say the least.

Further, she was obviously sexually aroused because her nipples were poking through her light blue top even more than usual. Alan knew she wasn't wearing a bra, since he'd commanded her not to the day before. He made a mental note to finally look into how she so flagrantly violated the school's dress code, day after day.

The other girls were all staring intently at Alan and Heather and obviously trying to puzzle out this unwanted intrusion. The mere fact that Heather didn't reflexively freeze him out of the area and send him packing with her usual haughty sneer helped confirm for the other girls that Alan and Heather had some kind of special relationship. Few had any doubts something sexual was going on. But the exact nature of their relationship still remained mysterious, and the fact that Heather had just called him "sir" without any apparent sarcasm or irony greatly deepened the mystery. So they all erred on the side of caution and didn't say anything.

Alan didn't want Heather's flunkies to overhear, so with a few discreet comments, he got Heather and Simone to stand up and walk far enough away from the table for them to have some privacy. He said to Heather in a low voice, "How's it going?"

"Good!" She said brightly, gazing at him intently. "You're the best! ... Uh, sir!" She giggled at that. "But it's so sad..." Her appearance completely changed as she said this last bit, and her face turned forlorn as if she recalled her puppy being run over.

Alan realized he'd never seen her quite like this before. It was as if he was talking to a child. He asked, "What's sad?"

Still with an exaggerated mournfulness, Heather explained, "I heard about what those guys tried to do to you this morning. That's just wrong! I'll tell you, they're going to regret it. Just you wait and see."

Alan was pleased that Heather seemed a bit more coherent as she said that, but then she spaced out entirely and gazed off across the room. He wanted answers and fast, so he turned to Simone and asked her in a low voice, "Simone, what's happening here?"

Simone murmured back, quiet enough that not even Heather could hear, "As you can see, Heather's kind of spacing out at the moment. It's the Bitch Trainer. It's the only thing she'll talk to me about, practically, when she's actually talking. Most of the time she's happy just to smile and enjoy whatever it's doing to her."

"Wow. I didn't think she'd be affected THAT strongly. I mean, we didn't even put that big of a thing in there."

"Me either," Simone admitted. "I can only hope that she'll get used to it soon enough, or else she's going to turn into some kind of living Barbie bimbo airhead."

"Dang. That's not what I want.  I'm going to have to work on this and, I guess, try to fine tune things. As usual, she's so frigging high maintenance. But is she with it enough to do something about the football players?"

"Kind of. We've been talking about it a bit, but we haven't had much time and she's just not concentrating that much. Or rather, she is, but not on that topic, if you catch my drift. But we sent the word through the grapevine to find out more, and we've already learned that the problem seems to be with just the defensive linemen. Apparently they're a really tight group. They're all such big motherfuckers they think they can do anything and get away with it."

Simone didn't bother to mask her distaste of them in the slightest. "The rest of the football team seems to be in complete disarray after the suspensions last week and everything. And remember how Heather sowed all kinds of dissent over the weekend? Well that seems to be working, especially since our team got creamed so badly Friday night on the field."

Alan just looked blankly at Simone. "They did? I thought they won just about all their games."

"You mean you haven't heard about Friday's game?!" Simone incredulously rolled her eyes at Alan. "Your sister's a cheerleader, your 'official' girlfriend's a cheerleader, you've got the head cheerleader's ASS wrapped around your dick half the time, and you STILL haven't heard about the most humiliating loss by our football team since, like, ever?!"

Alan, for once, didn't have anything to say.

Simone imperiously held up a hand to forestall any protests of cluelessness on Alan's part. "Never mind. Look, all you need to know is that except for this one group of about eight players, Heather's got them all pretty much pussy whipped into submission. They can't play as a team to save their lives because she's got them at each other's throats, after all the mind games she's played on them lately."

"Ah. Wow."

"Yeah. A pretty neat trick, eh?" Simone flashed her beautiful ivory teeth in a predatory grin before turning serious again.

Alan checked out her busty chest and noted that she at least continued to wear a bra. He noted that she seemed to have a lot more sexual self-control than Heather. He forced his eyes back up to her face as she continued to speak.

Simone noticed where his eyes wandered and felt a flicker of pride that he preferred to look at her charms instead of Heather, standing very close by. "But there's still those eight at least, taking advantage of the fact that about half the male student body either envies or hates you, what with all these rumors going around about you. You should especially watch out for a couple of unusually big guys, Ryan and Jerry, who seem to be the ringleaders. You know them?"

Alan let his eyes drift back down to her inspirational rack, but said seriously, "I unfortunately met, uh, Ryan, I think, today on the stairs, and Jerry is in my first period class. He's a total ass; he always sits in the back and keeps his head down so he won't get called on. But both of them are like walking refrigerators. They make the guy who clocked me last week look small, so, needless to say, I'm hoping things won't get violent. What's Heather doing about them?"

Simone glanced over at Heather, who was still zoned out. "Not much. Except that she's already put the word out that they should be treated like social pariahs. We didn't even explain why, we just told everyone to treat them like shit, and at least Heather's extended circle will. By now I'm sure those guys are already beginning to feel the blowback. In a matter of days, if Heather keeps sending out the vibes and steps up the pressure, not even their own parents will want to talk to them. And I'm only just exaggerating a teensy little bit on that. Seriously."

"Wow. Double wow. I had no idea Heather was THAT powerful in this school. That's kind of scary." He thought of the problems Heather had caused the football team and nearly shuddered in fear. But he looked at her standing only a few feet away, and saw she was still happily staring off into space as if she'd had a frontal lobotomy. That fact made him feel a bit better, as it reminded him that she had some very sizeable vulnerabilities. He consoled himself that at least as long as she needed him for his anal skills, he wasn't in too much danger from her vengeance.

Simone leaned in even closer, and conspiratorially whispered, "Why do you think I've stayed such good friends with her? A big part of it is self protection. I'm beginning to gather you didn't have ANY idea who you were messing with when you started fucking around with Heather, did you? Hell, I think that she could turn even you into a complete outcast if she wanted to."

"Hmm. Okay, I'll admit I am a bit clueless about some of this social stuff. I never paid any attention back when I was a nerd, because what did it matter to me? I guess when it came to Heather, ignorance was bliss. But how-"

Heather who'd been standing just a couple of feet away the whole time, finally got impatient and interrupted, "Hey, you guys, what are you talking about there?"

"Oh, nothing," Alan replied, now speaking loud enough for both Simone and Heather to hear, but quiet enough so the girls at Heather's table couldn't. He said in slightly coded language, "I was just checking with my assistant to see how your training is coming along. I think we might need a spot check."

Heather's eyes went wide and she licked her lips. "Mmmm. Delicious idea. I know just the place. Come on!"

So the three of them left the cafeteria. The remains of Heather and Simone's lunches were left behind, unfinished and abandoned, at the table where Heather held court. Speculation ran rampant among Heather's friends as to just exactly what they'd seen (but not overheard) might mean for the social hierarchy, as soon as it became apparent that Heather wasn't returning to her "throne." The talk focused on Heather's use of the word "sir."

CHAPTER 10

The three of them headed to the "stinky bathroom" that was almost never used, since they didn't have time to go all the way to the theater room in the five or so minutes left in the lunch period. Heather kept wanting to run, but her five inch heels and her Bitch Trainer effectively limited her speed to something that wouldn't get them noticed by a teacher. In fact, the way Heather swished and swayed in her shiny black short shorts as she attempted to merely walk fast was like a porno film in motion.

Alan hadn't been in a sexual mood at all ever since falling down the stairs, though Simone's ebony orbs had nearly put his penis at attention. He didn't want to get revved up in the last minutes of lunch only to be stuck with a hard-on he could do nothing to relieve for the last two periods of school. So he volunteered to stand guard outside, pointing out that spot checks and all other dildo loading and unloading duties were Simone's full responsibility now. He loitered in front of the "stinky" ladies room while Heather and Simone went in, heading into one of the toilet stalls.

Simone had been mostly quiet during the morning Inner Bitch Training session and during most of her previous encounters with Alan, in part because she felt a bit intimidated by him, and because she hadn't really developed a close rapport with him yet. But left alone with only the strangely subdued Heather, she took full advantage of her opportunity to reverse roles.

"Okay, bitch," she imperiously demanded, "drop those shorts, and then put them over your head so you can't see. Then grab onto something so you can stick your slutty ass up as high as you can. I want to see your ass way up here by my face! Now!"

"But Simone..."

"That's 'ma'am' to you now," Simone murmured menacingly. "Didn't you hear Alan this morning?" She smiled a sweetly dangerous smile at her best friend.

Heather immediately began unzipping her black leather shorts. "Okay, ma'am. But aren't you being mean? I know that I've been slutty, and a bitch, but... I mean, we're still best friends, right?"

Simone looked at Heather, who was now trying to wiggle and shimmy out of her extremely tight shorts. It took some effort, but she got them down and pulled down her "butt floss" undies with them. Heather then gave her a sad puppy dog look that Simone hadn't even realized her friend was capable of.

Simone rolled her eyes and thought with chagrin, Great. Now that the shoe is finally on the other foot, Heather gets all weird on me so I can't even have any fun with it. Why do I like her so much when she's such a pain all the time? I just don't have the heart... especially when she's looking at me like that. Grrr!

So Simone changed her approach. Taking a page from Alan's playbook, she got more aggressive. "Just a minute. You'd better take your top off too. It's in my way."

"In your way? In your WAY?! Are you fucking loony?! How will this tight little powder blue top that doesn't even go down to my belly button stop you from reaching my ass? And what if someone comes in here?! You're going to leave me completely buck naked in a public place!"

"Heather, have you forgotten to say 'ma'am' again?"

Heather stared at Simone incredulously for a few moments, and then smiled. "I think I like the new Simone. Ma'am. She's pure evil." She shimmied out of her tight top and got back on the toilet. "How's that, ma'am?"

Simone gave a naughty smile back. "Now you're starting to get it." She became all business. "Heather, let's hurry. Alan says you can't see your Bitch Trainers yet until you earn that privilege, so put something over your eyes. Meanwhile, can you please concentrate? What are we going to do about these football caveman types?"

Heather considered putting her shorts over her eyes as Simone demanded, but the leather was too stiff for it to easily work as a blindfold. To her great embarrassment, she had to use her "butt floss" panties instead. The only part of them with any fabric at all was the part that fit right over her pussy, and that was soaked through with pussy juice. But lacking time and alternatives and not wanting to upset her well-hung superior waiting just outside the bathroom, she closed the eyes and wrapped the panties around her head.

She even managed to tie them behind her head. She couldn't help but inhale the pussy juice that soaked her nose and cheeks. The smell and the humiliation somehow endeared Alan to her even more, while at the same time inflaming her desire to get him back for his impudence.

Then she stuck her ass up as high as she could while gripping as little of the toilet as she could manage. She sighed. "Simone, ma'am, I just can't get fired up with anger like usual, even after what they did to Alan. All I can think about is my Bitch Trainer. It's like I'm being fucked in the ass non-stop, all day! It almost feels that good! Do you realize how GOOD it feels? Do you have any idea?!"

"You've only told me about a million times in the last couple of hours," Simone pointed out, while rolling her eyes.

"Sorry. But it's true! Alan is so awesome. So manly. And to think that I was going to actually-" She abruptly cut herself off, then gasped as she felt Simone's fingers penetrate her asshole.

"What?" Simone asked as she found the Bitch Trainer with her fingertips. "All right slut, push that Bitch Trainer out of your ass right now and show it to me. Like you did this morning. C'mon, push! Now, what were you going to do?"

Heather bore down with her powerful internal muscles, and with a sexy groan her tight asshole slowly opened up, until eventually a couple inches of dildo suddenly slid out. She then stopped pushing long enough to pant, "I... Well, it's mostly Ms. Rhymer that needs to be taught a lesson, but that's neither here nor there. I just don't feel like striking back at... Wait. Let me try to think about the football problem instead. ... Uh! Shit, I cannot believe you have me buck naked in a public restroom. OH!" She let out a little shriek as Simone suddenly took a firm grasp of the dildo protruding from her ass and pulled it all the way out in one long drawn out stroke. Heather's asshole even made a popping sound as her Bitch Trainer left her butt.

"How does that feel?" Simone asked, playfully spanking a trembling butt cheek, but clearly referring to Heather's newly vacated ass.

Heather waited a long time before answering. "Strange. Good, in a way. I've been kind of longing to get it out. I've been feeling bloated like I'm having an enema aaaalll day. Can you imagine what that feels like?" Heather suddenly sighed, took a big whiff of the cum-drenched panties covering her eyes and nose, and then spread her legs open a little wider. "But it's funny: now that it's out, I want it back in!"

Simone smiled. "I think that can be arranged." She slowly forced the big dildo all the way back inside Heather's shivering backside. Heather instinctively curved her back so as to present the best possible angle for the penetration of her powerfully throbbing asshole.

"Ugh! Oh! God yes! FUCK! Fuck, that's good. Thank you, ma'am! Oh Jesus Christ, do I love that! But now that it's in, there's a part of me that wants it out. I don't know if I can make it to the end of the day, feeling that full."

"Well, we'll work on that in a minute. But first, what are you going to do about the football players?"

"God, I don't know. Ask me again after school, after I've recovered from this ... thing! This invasion! Oh, fuck, it feels so good. But, uh, I'm thinking, simply putting those guys on the shit list isn't going to do it. In fact, that'll probably just make them angrier and more desperate, like cornered rats."

Simone teased Heather's anus with delicate brushes of her fingertips, which made her asshole flutter and throb as her entire body shuddered. She noted, "Good point." She found herself fascinated by the way Heather's tanned muscular buttocks were clenching and jumping, making them wobble slightly out of sync with each other.

Heather continued, "We should try to use the rest of the football team to- oh! ungh... put peer pressure on them. Divide and conquer. We've already neutralized or- ah!... co-opted most of the other players; now we can use those guys like weapons. Peel off the timid or half-hearted out of this lineman group and then go for the jugular with the core troublemakers."

"I like it." Simone was glad to see Heather could still plot with the Bitch Trainer in, if she put her mind to it and didn't just space out. "A typical Heather move. But what kind of fatal blow were you planning on giving them?" Simone pulled her hand away, wondering what Heather would do.

Heather paused. "I- I don't know. Something like expelling them, but that just seems too mean somehow."

Simone raised her eyebrow. She'd never heard Heather ever describe any tactic as "too mean" before. She decided to postpone the rest of this conversation until after school, when Heather would presumably have more of her bitchiness (not to mention her brains) back after an hour with her ass empty during cheerleader practice. "Hmm. Well, let's finish up here first. Everything seems in order with your Bitch Trainer, but we can't be too thorough. Let me check again..."

Heather bore down a second time, putting pressure on her dildo (and obviously enjoying doing so) until it breached her anus once more.

Simone then pulled the dildo all the way back out, ever so tantalizingly slowly with one hand, while reaching forward and running her fingers over Heather's pussy lips with the other.

"FUCKING GOOD!" Heather arched her back again and lifted her blindfolded head up high, gasping as she fought the urge to rock her hips back and forth.

"Sssh! They'll hear you in the hallway," Simone chided as she tweaked Heather's clit.

"God, don't remind me!" Heather yelled far too loudly as she very nearly had a great climax.

Simone rolled her eyes because she knew that what Heather meant was that the prospect of other people overhearing was so deliciously intoxicating that she couldn't stand to think about it at the moment, as she was too aroused already. But Simone could hardly chide Heather about this, because she found the idea of getting caught to be a huge turn on as well. She pulled on Heather's clit yet again, but she knew Heather's sexual responses well enough to keep her just short of her much needed orgasmic relief.

"Yeah! Oh, Simone! Just like that! Ma'am! Yes, ma'am!" Heather giggled with pure joy as her asshole throbbed powerfully, clenching and relaxing around her slowly departing dildo.

There was a knock on the door, and Alan poked his head in. He couldn't see Simone or Heather as they were inside one of the toilet stalls, but he said in a low voice that carried across the room, "Hey, you two, the hallways have emptied out. I can't wait any longer! The school bell is going to ring any second. I've got to go!"

"You go then," Heather answered, her heavy breathing betraying the rising tide of her lust. "Simone, ma'am, I think this spot check is just getting started, don't you?"

Simone laughed. "Yep! Alan, don't worry. Heather and I have the same class for fifth period, and she has the teacher wrapped around her little finger. We can be as late as we want. Everything seems fine over here, but we're just going to do a thorough in and out check to be sure, oh... another couple dozen times!" Simone and Heather both laughed heartily at that. "You sure you don't want to stay?"

"Can't. My next teacher isn't so spellbound by my nipples," he joked. "I'm out of here. Be careful!" He closed the door and ran down the hallway to his next class.

The bell rang just a few seconds later.

Simone slowly pushed the dildo back into Heather's hungry ass, while her fingers worked their way up into the haughty blonde's pussy. Everything Simone did caused Heather to moan and groan louder and lustier than before. "Sssh!" she whispered. "Let's not get caught the first day."

Heather reflexively lifted her head up and turned to look over her shoulder at Simone, but blindfolded as she was with her own wet "butt floss," she couldn't see a thing. She gasped out, "The first day? Oh yes. The first day of spot checks! I think we're going to need a lot of these spot checks, don't you? And then I'm going to have to check you out pretty thoroughly too. It might even take the whole lunch period sometimes!" Heather's entire body shivered with anticipation.

"Agreed, girl! This whole Bitch Trainer program is quite complicated. I'm going to have to fill you in on a few points, if you know what I mean." Simone ground the dildo in even deeper to illustrate exactly what kind of filling she was talking about.

"I do!" Heather laughed and groaned, as the dildo slowly came out. She was so excited that her pussy was flowing like a raging river. Further, her nostrils were so filled with the smell of her own juices that she thought she would pass out.

Simone impulsively leaned forward and kissed Heather as high up her body as she could easily reach, which was her upper back. She wanted to kiss her on the lips, because she felt so happy and intimate with her. She'd made love with Heather seemingly countless times before, but there was a different vibe in the air this time.

She thought, If the old Heather saw herself like this, bent over in the "stinky bathroom" and begging to take a big fat dildo up the ass while wearing her undies on her head for a blindfold, making an already ridiculous scene seem even more messed up than even I could imagine, she'd have blown her top and gone thermonuclear on anyone who saw her! And yet here she is, loving every second of it. And somehow it makes me love her even more. I love her when she shows her strength, but also when she shows her weakness, too. So who's the more fucked up and crazy, her or me?

Simone didn't yet fully understand how Heather was temporarily transformed by the dildo, but she liked what she'd seen so far. And, she realized, if she ever wanted or needed the bitchy Heather, for instance to scheme against the football players, she could simply keep her ass empty for a while.

CHAPTER 11

Alan managed to get through the rest of the day without incident. He was careful to walk from class to class with a friend at all times, just to be on the safe side. He did get some nasty looks and muttered insults from the football players or their friends, but that was all.

He started asking around and confirmed that the bully who had tormented him in the stairway was indeed a defensive lineman named Ryan. But Alan found out little more than what Simone had told him, since Ryan and his friends were in the remedial educational track, just squeaking through to graduation, and no one Alan knew was in that track. But he resolved to learn more, and quickly.

He considered going to the vice principal or some other school official to get help, but he knew they could only do so much. He suspected that he or his allies might use some underhanded and not exactly legal tactics of their own to fight back, so it would be prudent to keep the authorities out of the squabble at least for the time being. He specifically thought about possible help from Heather, which could be both the most helpful and the most morally dubious. He also knew that Heather would have to be rewarded for her help, which could cause all kinds of conflicting troubles if she continued to otherwise act rebellious, as he strongly suspected she would.

On the plus side, with the school day now over, Alan had a lot to look forward to for the rest of the day. He decided to put his worries aside and just enjoy himself for a while. For starters, there was an S-Club meeting planned and about ready to begin, and Alan had arranged some special events for it in advance.

As he headed to the bicycle rack for a prearranged meeting with Sean, Simone hurried up to his side and got his attention. She muttered quietly, so none of the other students walking by could hear as the two of them kept walking. "Alan, your assistant reporting for duty. Got a moment?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"The, uh, 'spot check' went well. Heather passed with flying colors." Both of them giggled. "She managed to make it to the end of fifth period before I unloaded her. All in all she was pretty much a model patient, especially by Heather standards. She did mumble something about trying to get revenge on Glory, though. I'll try to stay on top of that."

"Good. Good work. And really good work all around. I'm very proud of you."

"Thanks." She beamed with pleasure. She was getting to like Alan more and more. If nothing else, he was polite and appreciative. She also liked the way he discretely checked out her body: he wasn't too obvious or forward, but he let her know that he liked what he saw. She proudly arched her back and thrust her chest forward to encourage him. She knew some people they walked past might see and wonder at her behavior, but she didn't care. Certainly it was just a little thing compared to all the things Heather had done that day.

But she wouldn't have been pleased if she'd been able to read Alan's mind at that moment. He thought, Dang, Simone looks fine. I dare say she's even more muscular than Heather, and just as curvy. I wonder if those tits are mine yet. What would she say if I told her right now to go with me to a quiet place so I could play with her tits? I wonder if she's going to try to find another boyfriend. That would bum me out. I don't mind if Janice, Joy, or Kim have boyfriends; they don't mean that much to me. But I don't want to share Simone. I wonder if I fuck her some more, if she'll come around to saving herself just for me, heh-heh.

But he kept these thoughts well hidden and merely said to her, "Anything else?" They were getting near the bicycle racks and he wanted to keep the conversation short. He made this obvious with his voice and mannerisms.

"Nothing that can't wait."

"Okay. There is one thing to mention now, though. Here's your assignment for tonight. Since we don't really have a 'yuletide log dildo' we need to get some bigger toys than what we've got. You know how Heather's never satisfied."

Simone smirked. "Yes, I did know that... but how did you know that Heather humbly asked for something 'a little bigger' tomorrow when I unloaded her for the day?"

Alan chuckled mysteriously. "A Bitch Tamer must know his bitch, inside and out, if he's to tame her."

"Sounds like a hard road to enlightenment..." Simone teased.

"Oh it is. Very, very hard. It's bound to leave a weary trail of hard dicks, hard nipples, hard clits, and all kinds of hard things." He grinned. "To be honest, I was just wanting bigger ones on hand to use as punishments should she screw up. Do you have time to go and buy a wide selection of anal sex toys after school?"

"Sure, my whole afternoon is free. But who's going to pay?"

Alan was stymied by this question for a few moments, but then the answer became clear. "Heather will, naturally. After all, they're for her. But don't let her see what you buy, okay? We'll give her the bill later, so she'll be pleasantly surprised with something new tomorrow. Oh and buy yourself a new strap-on that can 'compete' with her new Bitch Trainers. It's one thing to simply be stuffed all day at school, but it's quite another thing to come home and get reamed out all afternoon by your best friend until she gets tired of fucking the arss of my bitch because her hard-on just won't go down. We can add that to our list of rewards and punishments, if you like."

Alan suspected from the sound of Simone's hissing indrawn breath that this idea appealed to her very much.

"Hooo yeah! As much as she loves to take it in the ass now, she'd never let ME do her like that. I guess she didn't want me to have any leverage over her. I'm telling you, I absolutely love this assistant job. You'll be pleased with what I get her tomorrow." Simone grinned wickedly.

Looking at that grin, Alan cautioned, "Just remember that while discomfort for Heather is okay and maybe even necessary for her training, outright pain is not. I know you've got some big resentments built up, but don't be getting all sadistic on us, okay?"

"No worries, Alan. Listen. Heather's my best friend and sex partner. I know she's the biggest royal pain in the ass that you're ever likely to meet, but I do love her for some completely unfathomable reason. I'm not into inflicting physical pain on her." She smiled wickedly again. "Mental, yes, but physical, no."

"Sounds good... I guess." He pretended doubt and gave her a considering look, but then said, "Seriously, I trust you. I instinctively feel you have her best interests at heart."

"I do. By the way and on a completely unrelated note, where do you think I could buy one of those ten-foot long, massively thick bull-whips? ... Kidding! Just kidding. I'll see you later." Simone laughed and walked off.

Alan had plans to go to the S-Club meeting/orgy directly from school, but since Sean was coming, he'd confirmed with Katherine and Amy just before the start of P.E. that they couldn't attend this time. In addition to letting them know that, he also gave them a very truncated account of what had happened between him and the football players.

CHAPTER 12

After school let out, Katherine went clothes shopping, looking in particular for 'catty' items like those with leopard skins or tiger stripes. She hoped she could talk some of the others in the family four into going to a sex shop later on so she could pick up even more outrageous items. This left Amy by herself as she bicycled home.

Amy was very distraught by what she'd learned of Alan's near disasters. She hurried back to the Pestridge home, dumped her bicycle in the garage in haste, and rushed inside. "Mother! Mother! Mother!" she yelled as she burst into the house from the garage. She made a point to call Suzanne 'mother' and not 'mom' any more, since that term was now reserved for Susan.

Suzanne was upstairs in the family den, typing away on the computer. As Amy bounded up the stairs taking two at a time, Suzanne idly replied in a loud voice, "Yes, Honey Pie? I'm in the den." More often than not, Amy's great excitements turned out to be minor matters, so she wasn't terribly concerned about Amy's latest crisis.

But Amy ran right up to her, practically breathless, and gave her a very worried look. "Mother! It's Alan! It's serious. He's hurt!"

All the air rushed out of Suzanne's lungs and she nearly fell out of her office chair in a faint. "My sweetie?! No! Where?! Is it bad?"

"In the knee! AND the elbow! It was so bad he bled for a while and everything! We're talking a serious scrape!"

Suzanne felt a great relief, followed by a desire to soundly box her daughter's ears. "Amy! Is that all? You nearly gave me a heart attack. Well, at least you have my full attention, that's for sure. Start from the beginning and tell me everything."

So Amy told Suzanne all she knew about the painted chair incident and the stairway "accident." She told the whole thing breathlessly, as if she never recovered from running up the stairs.

When she was done, Suzanne said in a calm voice, "Now, Amy, my Honey Pie. Really, it's not that bad. We know Alan, don't we, and he knows how to handle these kinds of things. I'm sure he's going to teach these bullies a lesson or two."

"But Mother! You should see how big these thugs are. They're gigantomonstrously huge! Don't you remember his black eye from last week? Think what these guys could do to him. They could break even a strong guy like him, just like a twig! And there's all these rumors everywhere about Alan, and they're not good, and they're all my fault! I talked too much about how he fucks all the girls so good, and now everyone is so jealous. It's like the whole school wants to take him down a notch. We have to fix it. You have to use your special powers!"

Suzanne laughed. "My special powers? Don't you remember? It was Susan who wore the Wonder Woman outfit at the last costume party."

"No, silly, I mean your scheme-y powers. Do your scheme-y thing and make it all better."

Suzanne chuckled some more, pleased at how much faith Amy had in her mother's abilities, and how much she cared for her boyfriend. "Sorry, my darling, but I don't know the first thing about all the high school dynamics and intrigues. Proper scheming requires a lot of information and preparation, and without that I'd probably only make things worse. But don't worry. You can help him all you can, if you get the chance, but you should trust that he's going to come out on top." Suzanne smiled dreamily. "He always does, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah..." Amy said, suddenly a bit dreamy eyed herself. The "on top" comment caused both of them to start thinking about Alan's sexual prowess. They were both so easily turned on by Alan by now that it didn't take much to get their nipples hard. Even a little comment like that could do it.

But then Amy got excited and breathless all over again. "Oooh! That reminds me! Guess what Alan told me after he told Sis and I about all that bad stuff, right as he was walking away?"

"What?"

"He said tonight is the night for you and me, together! Can you believe it?! Last night he took my ass, and tonight he's going to watch while you and I are going to go all the way for the first time! Does life get any better than that, or what?"

Suzanne smiled, calm serenity personified. "Nope. It doesn't."

Amy looked at her mother curiously. "Mother, what's wrong with you? How come you're not all excited?"

"Well, for one thing, you've forgotten the Golden Rule: no one talks about anything sexual in this house, no one does anything sexual in this house, and in fact, no one even thinks anything sexual in this house. I don't care if Brad and Eric are both gone for the whole afternoon, we have to be consistent about that, because you just never know."

"M'kay, Mother," Amy said, dropping her head. "Except that I'm thinking something sexual this very moment. I'm thinking about you, and what we're going to do to each other tonight." She looked up into Suzanne's green eyes, a bit more excited. "And since I just told you that, that means I'm talking about something sexual, too. And I'm even doing something sexual. I'm so bad!"

"You are? Doing what? Where?"

Amy was standing right in front of Suzanne, who had swiveled her computer chair to face her. Now Amy lifted up a leg, moved her foot underneath Suzanne's skirt, and then placed her foot on top of Suzanne's pussy. She began rubbing her foot up and down the silky panties covering Suzanne's crotch. She did all this in a matter of seconds, then once she started the rubbing, she said in a deadpan voice, "I'm doing this."

Suzanne laughed again. "Very cute. But please stop. This is our house. The Pestridge house! Sex here is totally taboo!"

Amy continued to rub her mother's crotch with her foot. "Even sex with your own husband?"

Suzanne laughed yet again, although scornfully this time. "Especially sex with Eric! You know that. I don't even let him kiss me any more. I'm only a slut for Alan now, just like you and everyone else, I might add. But even talking about these things here is completely forbidden. What if Eric has gotten suspicious and has been bugging the house, for instance? Amy, what's gotten into you?"

"You've gotten into me, Mother, or at least you will be getting into me tonight. I'm so excited that I'm gonna burst! And as for doing it here, aren't forbidden things the funnest? Like fucking Alan, your own son? Or even your own real flesh and blood daughter, little ol' Amy?"

As Amy said this, she pressed hard with her big toe into Suzanne's pussy lips, causing the panty fabric to give. Her big toe entered her mother's vagina, which brought a shocked expression to Suzanne's face. Amy began making little strokes and wiggles with her toe, a move that was surprisingly effective, given the inherent limitations of what toes can do.

Suzanne cried out, suddenly distressed, "No! Amy, no! Not the cunt! Please, anywhere but the cunt!" But Amy didn't stop her toe-fucking or say anything, so Suzanne added, "You know the problem with my cunt."

Amy giggled mischievously. "No, I don't. Uh-oh. Don't tell me you have one of those nasty yeast infection thingies. Here, let me make it better with my toe." She giggled some more as she kept wiggling her toes.

Suzanne groaned with frustration and lust. "No! Amy, you... meanie! I was almost going to call you a worse name, because I've never seen you like this. I'm trying to do some important things here. What's gotten into you? You've always been so obedient."

"Actually, I think the question is: what's gotten into you? Uh-oh. Looks like I've put my foot in my mouth... or somewhere. I think I've gotten off on the wrong foot, heh-heh. Or maybe you're getting off on my right foot!" She giggled hard with this last comment, especially since her right foot was indeed pressing ever deeper into Suzanne's pussy. Amy's entire big toe was now swallowed up in Suzanne's nether hole.

Suzanne, too, couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Okay, very cute... but stop! You know the problem with my cunt: it rules my brain. Once my cunt gets excited, I abdicate all responsibility, and who knows what will happen after that? Do you want to save all the best stuff for when Alan is watching tonight, or are we going to do it all with each other right here and now?"

Amy suddenly frowned, and made a tiny, "Oh." She quickly removed her foot.

"Phew! That's a relief!" Suzanne collapsed with a sigh. She readjusted her skirt, covering up her crotch in the process. "Amy, believe you me, I'm just as excited about the promise of tonight as you are. God, it's been a long time coming. But long ago I learned about something called patience. Tonight will arrive soon enough. In the meantime, savor the anticipation. Dreaming about what will come is half the fun. Okay?"

"M'kay," Amy replied forlornly. She rubbed her toe into the carpet bashfully. "But I'm not good with the whole waiting thing. When I get all nervous and 'fraidy, I just wanna suck on Alan's cock to relax. But he's not around! He went off to another stupid SA-Club orgy without me."

"You know that's his right and privilege," Suzanne pointed out. "He's been very up front about it. That's the price we all pay for being in love with a man who's earned himself a harem of the finest women. We have to wait our turns."

"I know. I know! But I thought that if you and I played around a little bit, I'd feel better. Can't we at least make out? Just a teeny weeny French kiss and tit grope?"

Suzanne's chuckled. "Sorry, Honey Pie. Once we get started with something like that, we won't be able to stop. Things have been building up between us for a long time, and now it's all about to explode. If you would have tried that toe stunt of yours at the Plummer house, I would have completely lost it, for sure. Let's not blow it when we're so close. Just let a few hours go by. Do some homework for once. Maybe think up ways to get back at those football players. I can help you with that later this afternoon, if you promise no touching."

"Cool! Mother, if I could help him beat those thugs, he'd be so proud of me! Proud of us! Even though we're all family now, you and I will always be a special team, right?"

"Right. That reminds me. I have some interesting news on the divorce front. Good news."

Amy's eyes went wide. "Oooh! Super awesomeness! Who's divorce, yours or Susan's?"

Suzanne smiled like the Mona Lisa. "You'll just have to wait until tonight to find that out, too."

"Grrr! Mother, you're so mean! How am I going to make it? That's hours and hours and hours away!"

"Well, we may not be allowed to touch until tonight, but I'll bet Susan or Katherine wouldn't mind a friendly hello. Maybe the both of them together, even. I'll bet Susan's breasts are swelling up to an obscene size, waiting for someone to suck all the milk out of them."

Amy's eyes went even wider.

Suzanne added, "Too bad she doesn't have any considerate daughters to help out..."

"I'm outta here!" Amy yelled back at Suzanne, because she was already out of the den and leaping down the stairs in a flash. "I'll be back for the football scheming. Can't wait till tonight! Later!" By the time she got to "later," she was already out the front door, which she then slammed behind her.

Suzanne just chuckled and shook her head like the amused and chagrined parent she was. She strongly considered masturbating herself to thoughts of her daughter, but she remembered that she had some urgent and important things to do. She went back to her computer screen, which was filled with legalese about divorce law.

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