CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 27)

Just down the hall from Katherine's room, Alan was awake again and making surprisingly good progress with his homework. He was driven to work largely because he didn't want to think about the upcoming party.

During one rare mental break, he thought, It's weird. Almost any kid in my shoes would be slobbering with anticipation. But right now, I'm actually apprehensive about what's going to happen tonight. Why? This is going to be the pinnacle of my sexual "career" so far, so why am I more interested in math all of a sudden? Well, I guess I'd better roll with it while I can, anyway. I could have made more progress if all that banging going on down below wasn't so loud and annoying. Dang. Now THAT noise really gets me curious.

There had indeed been a loud banging coming from the downstairs for several hours before it finally ended just before eight o'clock, but for once it was clear the banging was not of a sexual nature. Instead, it sounded like people moving heavy objects and occasionally hammering things.

Alan thought, I'll bet they did something really special, just for tonight. Heck, there's no need to worry about money any more, if we ever did, so they can really go all out. But with what, exactly? Maybe they put that huge bed in the living room, just like we'd planned? Or maybe it's some kind of special table just for poker games? I really want to go downstairs and check it out, but I shouldn't. Instead he stifled his curiosity and continued plugging away on his homework.

He looked at the clock from time to time and saw that it was getting later and later in the evening. It passed eight thirty and he still wasn't done, but he redoubled his efforts. While he was still feeling strangely nervous and unaroused about the party, he was also a very polite person and didn't want the others to have to wait for him. He heard the doorbell ring, and that caused him to increase the pace of his work even more. He started studying like he was possessed. That helped keep all of his mixed feelings about the party in the back of his mind.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was just a few minutes to nine o'clock. He knew the guests must have arrived by now and that the party was starting without him. He scanned the math homework in front of him and saw that he'd done over 30 problems but still had three to go. He thought, Fuck it. Close enough for horseshoes, and filled in three wild guesses just to be finished.

Then, aware that someone was likely monitoring him on video, he looked up and said triumphantly, "That's it! I'm done!" Despite his best efforts, the curiosity of what might be happening downstairs was really killing him now. He bounded up and rushed to the door.

But even before he could get to it, Katherine opened it and rushed in. "YES!" she exclaimed just as triumphantly over his homework success. She fell into his arms and gave him a big kiss. "Thank God!" she said after eventually coming up for air. "Big Diving Board Brother, some people were saying we should just give in and come up here and get you, but I knew you could finish everything on time. You rock!" She kissed him again and hugged him even more.

Alan was the one to break the kiss this time. He ruffled his sister's hair joyously and said modestly, "Aww, it's just a little homework. Geez. You make it sound like I just invented the light bulb or something."

"I suppose you're right, we get carried away. But we're all just so proud of you." Suddenly she pulled back and held out her arms. "How do I look?"

He noticed that she was dolled up in a fancy pumpkin colored dress like she was going to a very high society function. It reminded him of the Renaissance era bodice that Suzanne wore on Halloween. It revealed her breasts right down to the very tops of her areolae, and it pushed everything forward, making her look as ample in the chest as Amy was now. Everything else on her looked exquisite as well. She even wore jewelry and light traces of make-up (make-up was a rarity for any of the female family members except Suzanne, who used subtle amounts every day).

After giving her an appreciative look over, he teased, "You look fantastic. If you weren't my sister, I would grab you and totally do you." He grinned and winked at her. "But that would be wrong."

Katherine giggled at his joke, but she was also pulling him towards the door even before he finished talking.

But he was so appreciative of her look that he whistled and said, "Dang, Sis, you really look like a lady. A beautiful lady."

Suddenly she became all bashful. "Really? You're just saying that."

"No. It's so true. I'm the luckiest guy alive."

She started tugging him along. "Well, at least that's true! Come on, Mr. Flatterer. I'm dying to at least blow you right now so I can gobble down another great big load, but that would be rude to all the people waiting downstairs, wouldn't it? Come on down and meet the guests! Or should I say, cum up and down all over the guests?" She giggled.

"Maybe I should just go down on the guests?"

"That'll work!" she giggled.

Alan rushed down the stairs hand and hand with Katherine. He felt a bit like when he was a little kid rushing down these very same stairs on Christmas morning. In fact, there were even some years when he'd gone down holding his sister's hand because the two of them were so close. But things had changed a lot since those days; in fact, when he got to the bottom of the stairs he hardly recognized the living room. There were big white cloth tarps thrown over everything. He couldn't even see the fireplace on the other side of the room. He noticed in particular a large conical tarp in the middle of the room going all the way to the ceiling, making it look a bit like the room had a teepee in it.

His attention was quickly diverted, however, when he looked to the front doorway and saw Susan standing there with Akami.

"Akami!" Alan said in genuine surprise. He thought he knew all the people who were coming, and when he heard three doorbells, he assumed they were Kim, Xania, and Brenda arriving at different times. So he was thrown for quite a loop to see a different guest. He had mentioned to her on the phone recently that he wanted to get together with her soon, but he completely overlooked the idea of personally inviting her to this party. Furthermore, Akami was dressed in a very sexy pink outfit which made it difficult for him to even recognize her. In his mind, her nurse outfit was practically a part of her body because he'd rarely seen her wearing anything else (except of course, when she was wearing nothing at all).

Akami and Susan had been silent, watching him and his sister coming down the stairs. As they got closer, Akami smiled benignly, like a favorite aunt delighted to see her nephew after a long time.

Alan stepped forward and gave her a hug and then a kiss while Susan and Katherine stood to the side. He briefly noted that Susan, too, was dressed in the most expensive and fancy dress she owned.

Akami laughed genially, then said, "Alan! Is that it? Just a little peck on the lips?" She playfully swatted him. "I'm insulted."

She appeared happy enough to see him, but at the same time Alan knew that his greeting was tame by Plummer family standards, so he dipped her whole body down and French kissed her in a very dramatic fashion. It was such a great kiss that she completely forgot about the need to breathe for a little while.

That got some ooh's and aah's from Susan and Katherine, and led to good natured laughing all around.

"Ah, now that's much better!" Akami said after he'd released her and she'd recovered her breath and her composure. But then she frowned. Still in his close embrace, she managed to get a hand over his groin and discovered to her surprise that he didn't have an erection. She immediately protested, "Alan. Now THIS is insulting! Don't tell me that with all these beach ball boobs surrounding you, I'm not arousing to you any more?" Suddenly, she seemed a lot less jovial and more honestly put out.

Alan replied very defensively, "No! It's not like that at all. In fact, you're looking great. Fantastic, even. You're sooo sexy that I hardly recognized you."

"Now I'm REALLY insulted." She was starting to get downright peeved.

"No, I don't mean it like that. Dang, I'm really putting my foot in my mouth. You have excellent perky boobs that I love to play with. Size isn't important." He didn't completely mean that last statement, but figured it was the right thing to say. He reached forward and pulled her breasts out of her cups and started playing with them as he continued to talk. "No, what I mean is that you're incredibly sexy in your nurse role. I absolutely love that whole nurse act you do."

Akami chuckled. "Yeah, I'm good at the nurse thing, maybe because I work as a nurse for a living."

"True," Alan grinned. "But now you're dressed like you're going to a fancy ball, and you're going to take the place by storm and be the center of attention. So you're just as sexy as ever, but in a different way."

Akami was flushed and happy, both from the compliments and the way his hands roamed over her boobs and nipples like he owned them. She wasn't used to being openly pawed in front of others like this and she was getting embarrassed. At the same time, she was surprised to find how much it excited her too. After Akami's "beach ball boobs" comment, he made sure to pay extra attention to her smaller rack. While not big by Alan's standards, they nonetheless were shapely and fun to play with.

Katherine giggled and then smirked, "Nice save, Bro."

Akami grinned at the compliment, but she brought a hand back to his groin and said, "Yeah, nice save, big boy, we all know you have a talented tongue in more ways than one. But what about this?" She squeezed his flaccid penis a bit to make it absolutely clear what she was referring to.

CHAPTER 2

Just then, Suzanne called out from the dining room, "Hey! Don't forget about us over here!"

Alan assumed correctly that Suzanne and the others were sitting around the dining room table waiting for the poker game to begin. He yelled back, "Just a sec! I need to properly welcome Akami. We have a few family traditions to uphold, you know!" That got a good laugh from everyone in both rooms.

Alan was rolling one of Akami's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making her very pleasurably distracted. But he still had to explain his lack of erection. He let go and stepped back from Akami so he could see and speak to Susan and Katherine too, as they stood only a couple of feet away in the narrow entrance hallway. He said to Akami, "It's not you. And that's not a cliché. What I mean is, I think it's this game."

Susan immediately rushed up to him and grabbed his shoulder with great concern. "Oh, Tiger! The Poke-Her game? Tiger, what's wrong?! We've spent so much time putting everything together. After all that happened this week, we thought we should make it a very special celebration of our new life. Look at how we all dressed up, for instance."

She ran a hand over her silk blue gown like a model highlighting herself. "Don't tell me you don't like the effort?" She looked out briefly over all the tarps in the living room.

Alan looked that way momentarily as well, and said, "No, that's not it. How can I dislike all you've done when I don't even know exactly what you've done yet? No, it's the... Well, I don't know what it is. But I'm kind of, I dunno, afraid of the party, somehow. I guess part of it is the tiredness."

He continued to lightly pull on Akami's nipples, but his gaze lingered on his first mother. He noticed that the ocean blue gown she wore was semi-transparent, allowing him vague glimpses of her bush and nipples. She looked so fantastic that he was more than a little bit tempted to bend her over a nearby sofa and plow her hard until he vigorously pumped another creamy load into her. He might have done just that if his penis were as able to get excited as his mind was at the moment, but his penis remained as flaccid as ever.

Susan interrupted his thinking as she asked, "Tiger? I hope you're not mad at us inviting Akami without telling you first? We were thinking that it's going to be a big challenge keeping your sex life as exciting as before, so surprises are good. And of course we figured that you always like a variety of pussies to fuck."

Alan looked at Akami. She was blushing, apparently in response to the blunt way Susan described her as fresh pussy variety, not to mention the way Katherine and Susan were watching Alan play with her breasts.

Alan wasn't really sure how to handle the situation diplomatically. First he said to mollify Susan, "Of course I don't mind, Mom. Surprises like this are great."

Susan asked, "Can I watch later when you stuff Akami full of your hot meat?" She smiled naughtily and added, "Because you know you will."

"Um, sure. Uh, assuming Akami doesn't mind." His mind boggled that an incredibly gorgeous woman like Susan would actually be finding other women for him to fuck and then, to top it all off, wanting to watch the action. While she'd expressed that sentiment before, he figured that some things were so amazing that one could never really get used to them.

He quickly turned his attention to Akami before she got any more embarrassed. Susan's latest blunt comment had only increased her level of embarrassment. He decided the best approach would be to change the subject. "Akami, you have no idea how much has happened since I saw you last. When was that, anyway?"

"Monday. Just two days ago," Akami replied while staring anywhere but at Alan. She was putting her dress back on. She felt very awkward standing topless when Susan and Katherine were so formally and fully dressed. Susan's frank comments made her more self-conscious and she didn't know what to say. But she couldn't really complain since she wanted to be "stuffed full of hot meat" before the night was over and everyone knew it.

"Jesus! Really?" Alan said with genuine surprise. "It feels so long ago. I thought it was more like a week, at least. It's not just all the sex I've been having, but things have been so emotionally intense for me lately. I mean, these are probably some of the most pivotal days of my life. I feel like everything's coming to a head. But it's all so draining. Do you have any idea what it's like to be in love with a whole bunch of women and have them all counting on you? I thought it would be fun and games, but the RESPONSIBILITY! It's just so intense."

He looked from Akami to Susan and Katherine and realized that he wasn't just answering Akami, he was speaking his deepest worries aloud to everyone. He collected his thoughts, and continued, "I guess that's what the main problem is, more than the tiredness. I feel a lot of pressure, you know? Like, here I am, the supposed big harem master, with seven, no make that eight, incredibly sexy women to take care of at one time tonight. But it's all a facade! I'm like the Wizard of Oz. Remember him? He's supposedly this huge scary face, but then it turns out he's really just an ordinary guy hiding behind a curtain. That's me."

He paused, momentarily lost in thought. "I mean, how am I supposed to keep eight sexually insatiable women satisfied in one evening? It just isn't possible! Then you add in the fact that I'm tired and sexually worn out to begin with, and I'm sure tonight's going to be a big disaster. I mean, Susan's comments about putting you and me together show just how high the expectations are. I'm not the sexual stud everyone seems to think I am and tonight everyone's going to discover I'm just an ordinary teenaged kid. But maybe that's for the best, I guess, before expectations get even more out of hand. Sorry, Akami, I'm rambling."

Susan still had her hand on her son's shoulder all this time, and as he spoke she drew in closer, until she was wrapped around him in a tight and supportive hug. Katherine was inspired to do the same, so now he stood with two beauties draped all over him while he continued to stand a couple feet in front of Akami. Both mother and daughter instinctively brought their hands to Alan's groin, only to pull away after discovering he was still flaccid.

Akami smiled at him sympathetically. "At least now I know your flaccidness isn't because of me, thank goodness. Alan, I'm no sex therapist, but it sounds to me you have the kind of feelings that lead many men to have premature ejaculation and the like. Performance anxiety is what they call it, I think. It's perfectly natural and nothing to worry about. You'll get over it soon enough, once you warm up to your new role as the studly 'man of the house.'" She winked sexily and then melodramatically fanned herself.

"Great," Alan groaned. "I really wish you hadn't mentioned premature ejaculation. Now I have that to worry about, too."

But Susan wiggled around while still hugging her son so she was chest to chest and looking him right in the face. "Tiger, listen. We all love you. Everyone here loves you. Even the people you don't know so well, like Kim and Akami here, and they love you in their own way too. Isn't that right, Akami?"

"Of course," Akami replied honestly. "Alan's always going to have a special place in my heart, even though I don't see him nearly as much as I'd like. I knew from the very beginning he was no ordinary boy, or should I say, man. And Alan, it's not just your sexual prowess." She shot an embarrassed look at Susan as she added, "After all, I didn't come here JUST to get royally plowed. You have a natural kindness and goodness, and you inspire the same goodness to come out in everyone you meet."

"Do I really do that?" Alan asked with real surprise.

Susan hugged him tighter and said, "Of course you do, Sweetie!" She deliberately used Suzanne's name for him then, because she was thinking how sweet and modest he was. "The point is that you can't fail here tonight because we're all happy just to be with you, and of course to be with each other. Naturally, we all enjoy sex, but if you just want to sit around, talk, and really just play cards, that would be a fun evening, too."

"Really?" Alan asked while Susan seemed intent on squeezing him to death with an emotional hug. The sensation of her big milky breasts smushing into his chest felt great. He noticed that she was wearing a lot of perfume, something she rarely did, and it smelled great. He looked to his sister for confirmation.

Katherine giggled happily as she hugged him from the side. "Brother, you're such a silly boy sometimes! It's not how much you cum that counts, or even how well. Speaking for myself, it's knowing that you love me, and that I love you, and that we're together. Do you think that you're expected to make love to each and every single one of us tonight? We all know that's not possible, not even for you."

She conceded, "Okay, if you abstained for a day or so I'm sure you could take and tame us all, but you've already had such an extremely busy and sexual day. Don't worry about that. It's like Mom said: the party is going to be a success no matter what you do. In fact, us girls would have a hell of a time together even if you weren't here at all."

Akami winked at Katherine knowingly and then said, "Maybe we should just tie up Alan for being a silly boy, then, and have the party without him." She mirthfully winked again; her earlier embarrassment was now forgotten.

Katherine replied with a knowing wink also, "What an excellent idea!"

Alan looked back over his shoulder towards the dining room and saw Suzanne standing a short distance behind him. She was holding a glass of wine and turned in a different direction. At first glance it looked like she was just passing through the living room to head to the dining room, but Alan knew better. He figured she'd been listening in for a while.

But he ignored her and said, "Don't you dare! I feel a lot better now. God, it feels so good to be loved! That takes so much of the pressure off." He squeezed both Katherine and Susan as their three-way hug turned into an even tighter fusion of bodies.

As he continued to squeeze and fondle, he directed his gaze at Suzanne. Not surprisingly, she looked amazing in her tight and shiny gown. It was scarlet red, which made the red in her dark hair stand out even more than usual. Like Susan's gown, it also appeared to be semi-transparent. Just from looking at the four dresses he'd seen so far - those worn by Akami, Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne - he thought, We need to have dress up nights more often. God, this is so arousing! EVERYTHING with these women is so arousing, and I can "take and tame" any of them at any time! It makes me so giddy that I can't stand it!

Suzanne caught on that Alan was staring at her and dropped the pretense of just happening to be standing nearby. She seemed surprisingly bashful about being caught eavesdropping, but she walked closer to the huggers and said, "Okay, everybody. I'm glad we got that all straightened out, but there are other guests and they're getting pretty antsy. Come on." She tugged on Katherine and Suzanne, trying to pry them away.

Both of them disengaged from Alan and made to go to the dining room.

But before Susan left, she whispered in Alan's ear, "Remember, Son, you've always been the special love of my life. Sure, you make me cry for joy every time we fuck, so we can definitely keep doing that!" She chuckled. "But I loved you more than life itself long before we even thought of doing that kind of thing. You're always going to be my Tiger, my rock, my strength. I live for you and Angel, and now for the rest of our family too, not for myself. I'm sure I'm not the first mother to say this, but I would truly give my life to save the life of one of my children. Whatever you do is great. There is no failure."

She kissed him hard on the mouth and then pulled away, leaving him standing there with just Akami.

Alan thought back to his youth. Unlike Amy, he was a terrible artist. Even now, if he drew a tree, it was likely to look more like a lollipop. His attempts at art were downright embarrassing. Yet, he recalled, whenever he brought any of his pictures home from school, Susan treated each one like they were newly discovered masterpieces by the likes of Michelangelo or Picasso.

He thought to himself, The funny thing is, she wasn't acting. She actually loved those atrocious things and hung them proudly all over the house because I drew them. Heck, she still has some of them hanging up, despite my protests. She's right. With her, there is no failure. I know she would throw herself in front of a speeding bus to save me. She loves me completely and unconditionally. I've seen and experienced so many amazing things lately, but there's nothing more amazing than that! He suddenly found tears running down his cheeks, not because he was sad, but because he was emotionally overwhelmed by all the love in his family.

Akami, though, was puzzled by Alan's wet cheeks. She stepped forward tentatively to give him her emotional support.

Suddenly, Alan grabbed her and kissed her like a man possessed. He wanted to express his joy over all the love around him, and Akami was the only target within reach since the others had just left. His earlier dip and kiss of Akami were impressive on a purely technical level, but this kiss packed such an emotional wallop that Akami practically saw stars.

She didn't know what was going on exactly, but midway through the kiss she recovered enough to give back nearly as much as she'd been given. The two of them were practically burning up the room. The kiss only ended because the two of them finally needed to come up for air.

As Akami rested in his arms, panting, she said, "Now, that's more like it! That's what I call a proper greeting!"

Alan laughed with pure joy. He said, "Akami, it's so good to see you. Seeing your lovely face has been far too rare. Let's not be such strangers." On a whim, he reached underneath her tight pink dress and groped up to her crotch. He was slightly bothered that she was wearing panties, but he easily pushed the fabric aside and inserted a finger into her pussy lips. He knew she wasn't a copious leaker like many of the women in his life, but he could tell that by her standards she was very wet.

Akami gasped. She joked, "God, Alan, when you say you don't want to be strangers, you really mean it!"

He probed around her pussy for a minute or so.

She whispered, "Is this how you'd greet me if we met on a busy street?"

"Akami!" He answered in a normal voice, "You know it. Except I'd pull your top down so I could play with your great tits too. I'd want everyone to know that you're mine." As he said this, he acted out his words and pulled her gown down then began mauling her breasts with a passion.

"Oh!" Akami moaned loudly. She wasn't in Alan's thrall as much as the others, but for that moment at least, she belonged completely to him. If a stranger would have walked up to the two of them in the street and asked her, "Are you a slut for this teenaged boy?" she would have answered proudly, "Damn straight I am!"

Alan began working both her pussy and her breasts. When he found her G-spot Akami's knees buckled and she had to hold onto him tightly to remain standing. He finally pulled away from her privates and straightened out her dress. "Keep that hole warm and wet for me for later on, okay?"

Akami thought, What is it about this boy? He gets me so hot! I melt at his touch and let him do anything to me. If he wanted to strip me and do me in front of the rest of the group, I'd actually let him. Hell, I'd prefer it that way! I hope he takes me and fills me right in front of everybody and makes me do all kinds of nasty things!

But mindful of his concerns about being overtaxed, she said, "You know, you really don't have to make any promises. I meant what I said that I'm just happy to be here for the company. I don't have any sexual expectations, despite what Susan may think. Really. And as your official medical practitioner of sorts, I don't want to be the one to push you over your limits."

"Thanks, Akami. We'll see what happens. I do miss you as a friend and a lover. If we don't get some alone time tonight, I promise it'll happen in the next day or two. But we need to get to the other room before they start lighting torches and grabbing pitchforks. It must be after nine o'clock already."

CHAPTER 3

Arms entwined, Alan and Akami walked the short distance to the dining room. Akami felt closely bonded with Alan after his electric kissing, fondling, and emotional honesty. She clung to him closely.

When they entered the room Katherine grudgingly mumbled, "Finally!" But other than that, everyone remained rooted in their chairs, all conspicuously silent. They appeared to be absorbed by an on-going card game; presumably they were warming up with some rounds of non-strip poker while they waited for Alan.

Alan remained standing and looked over the scene while Akami went to her chair on the other side of the table. The first thing that struck him was that all of the women seated around the table were wearing fancy dresses.

Everyone looked unbelievably good dressed to the nines. Remarkably by Plummer house standards, there wasn't an exposed breast to be seen, even though there were acres of cleavage, exposed shoulders, bare backs, and the like on prominent and elegant display. It almost looked like a dinner party at one of the area's most expensive restaurants.

Alan was momentarily distracted from admiring the most awesome sight of collective female beauty he'd ever seen when Akami let out a very loud "Ahhh!" as she sat down in her chair. She had a smirk on her face as if she was in on some secret.

That led to uproarious laughter from everyone else, but Alan didn't even grin because he didn't see what was so funny. Instead, he said with a semi-serious, semi-exaggerated pout, "So, this is the greeting I get?"

Amy wiggled her body ostentatiously in her chair, then said to him, "I'd like to get up, Brother, but actually I think I'd rather not."

This led to yet more laughter from all the women, causing Alan to become even more confused. He figured there was some kind of inside joke going on that he wasn't privy to, which wouldn't be surprising since most of them had been sitting around talking while he was up in his room.

Instead of worrying about that, he did a quick head count. Going around the table from the right side of the empty chair saved for him at the head of the table, he saw Akami, Suzanne, Xania, Katherine, Kim, Susan, and finally Amy on the other side of his empty chair. He made a gentlemanly nod at Xania and then at Kim, since he hadn't welcomed them yet. But noticing that someone he'd expected to see was missing, he asked, "Where's Brenda?"

Xania ostentatiously rolled her eyes and exclaimed in mock disgust, "Is that all you think about, big boobs? Well, come over here and give these puppies some attention, unless you're unhappy to see me." Her green dress managed to keep her tits thrust up firm and high. She ran a hand down into her deep cleavage, visually inviting Alan to explore the same depths.

Alan walked over to Xania's chair. He'd expected her to stand so they could kiss and maybe neck a little bit, but she seemed determined to remain seated in her chair. He thought, Strange. And I noticed Xania neatly avoided the question about Brenda. Everyone seems rather untalkative, too. I was expecting a big gab-fest. There's definitely a strange vibe going on here. Maybe they're just trying to downplay my arrival so as to lower expectations? In any case, I've learned that when in doubt, playing along is usually the safest way to go. He bent down and kissed her.

Immediately, Xania's tongue worked its way into his mouth. While her tongue wasn't that much longer than normal if measured in inches, and was hardly longer than Suzanne's similarly remarkable tongue, every extra millimeter of tongue made a big difference in practical terms. A longer tongue could just do so much more, and Xania had honed her oral skills to an art form. Alan felt as if a cobra snake had been let loose in his mouth, the way her tongue went exploring into depths of his mouth that other women couldn't reach. It was very arousing. He idly wondered, Who knows, maybe Xania could actually deep throat ME just with her remarkable tongue!

As the kiss progressed, Alan heard Susan say with serious concern in her voice, "Tiger, you're ignoring her chest. They need you."

Alan felt like laughing because he knew that as far as Susan was concerned, his ignoring of Xania's cleavage invitation was a seriously troubling event. She got such pleasure when her ultra-sensitive boobs were fondled that she assumed other women did too, when that wasn't always necessarily the case. Alan reached down and pulled the top of Xania's strapless gown down until her breasts burst into the open. Then he played with her fulsome orbs, spending most of his time fondling and pulling on Xania's hard nipples. As he did this, he kept his eyes on Susan and watched with amusement as the worry lines disappeared from her face.

Soon Xania's chest was heaving up and down. That only seemed to further arouse them both, not to mention the other women sitting around the table.

Xania was so sexually experienced that unfortunately there wasn't much that shocked her anymore. But being blatantly fondled by a boy while being watched intently by this group of outstanding women felt like a completely new experience. She loved exhibitionism and public sex, so just a little bit of Alan's fondling had gotten her hot as a firecracker.

However, Alan was still worried about the high expectations being put on him. All those hungry eyes on him seemed to raise the stakes even more and actually chilled his ardor. He ended their kiss and pulled his hands away.

Xania, though, felt like she was just getting warmed up, and the rest of the group be damned. She grabbed his crotch as his body moved away and felt that he was only half-erect. She appeared surprised that, after all that action, he still wasn't fully aroused. Since she'd just come into town, she wasn't fully aware of his exhaustion or self-confidence issues.

She turned to Suzanne sitting next to her and whispered something into her ear. Then she said to Alan towering over her, "I love the proper greeting tradition in this house. But don't forget Kim. And while you're over there, make sure to push her eyeballs back into her head."

Xania was just joking, but all eyes suddenly went to Kim.

Kim was still staring at Xania's chest, because Alan's fondling had caused the top of Xania's strapless gown to droop far down and Xania had been deliberately slow to pull it back up.

Xania did at least pull her gown up enough to cover her nipples, but this was just so she could be a bigger tease. She immediately sat forward in her chair and subtly used her arms on either side of her breasts to push them further forward. Her dark green gown managed to cling precariously to the bottom of her chest only because her nipples were so erect. Xania casually looked away as if nothing was amiss, secretly delighting in giving the others such a great view of her bosomy charms. She was acutely aware that Kim was gazing at her intently, and was doing all she could to keep the girl's attention.

But Kim didn't realize that Xania was just being playful. Instead, the young cheerleader felt as if she'd been caught in the act of shameless gawking by everyone in the room. This made her very self-conscious. In fact, she dropped her eyes and blushed. She knew what Xania was joking about with the "push her eyeballs back into her head" comment, because she'd been doing her best Roger Rabbit bulging eyeballs impression ever since she'd arrived.

As the only self-proclaimed lesbian at the table, Kim was in seventh heaven just being in the room. Admittedly, she loved cocksucking far too much for a supposed lesbian, but since the party started the beauty of the female body was all she could think about. She knew Amy and Katherine very well from school, of course, but ever since she met Susan, Suzanne, and Xania earlier in the evening, she couldn't get over how massive and perfectly formed their breasts were. Big breasts were one of Kim's biggest sexual fetishes and a major reason why she still considered herself more lesbian than straight. She'd been as quiet as a mouse ever since the party started because she was so totally overwhelmed.

So when Alan got around the table to kiss her, she was like putty in his hands just because she was so "out of it" already. Like the others, she also didn't get up from her chair. Alan didn't find this too surprising, however. He doubted she was even capable of standing up right now, given the state of awe that she was in. So he got down on one knee and kissed her on the lips.

Her mouth suddenly sprang to life even while the rest of her body remained as limp as a rag doll. She kissed back with a great intensity, causing Alan to enjoy her kiss even more than Xania's despite all of Xania's greater experience and long-tongued acrobatics. Kim was on fire and Alan was the recipient of all her energy just as if she was targeting him with a torrent of napalm pouring through a flame thrower. Alan could easily relate because only a few minutes before he had been in a similar situation where Akami was the lucky recipient of the surge in his energy and emotion brought on by a renewed appreciation for Susan's unconditional love and acceptance of him.

As Alan continued to kiss Kim (and fondle her a bit), he could feel her whole body wiggling about. Then he felt her stiffen up and suddenly go even limper than she had been before.

He pulled away and joked, "Come on. I'm not that good a kisser!"

The others laughed because it was obvious to everyone that Kim had just experienced a great orgasm which didn't have much to do with the kiss; that was just the icing on the cake for the highly aroused girl. She gazed off into the distance with a happy but glassy-eyed stare. However, her eyes slowly drifted back to where they'd been most of the evening, alternating between Susan's incredible face and her heavy rack.

Alan realized that Kim had hardly said a single word since he'd arrived. Seeing that she was hardly in the mood for conversation, he made his way over to the only open chair left available. His greeting duties were done.

As he sat down, several women laughed out loud. That finally created more curiosity than he could stand. He couldn't help but ask, "What's so funny?"

Suzanne replied with a knowing smirk, "Let's just say that you don't want to make the mistake of sitting in any of the other chairs."

This got more laughs from the others, including the very distracted Kim, but it completely failed to answer Alan's question, leaving him mystified. However, everyone seemed so jovial about it all that Alan decided not to push it.

Suzanne was clearly moving into her take charge mode. She was the natural leader of events like this, and even Alan deferred to her in such situations. Somehow, as if by force of her strong will and charisma, she got everyone to quiet down and direct all eyes to her. Then she said, "Okay. Finally! We're all here, except of course for Brenda, who will be joining us later, as almost everyone here already knows. I swear, the greeting rituals at this house are so prolonged that it's a wonder if we'll ever be able to start the poke-her game at all. But before we do start, I'm obliged to make the final introductions." She quickly introduced the guests to those who didn't know them already and gave brief descriptions of what they did.

Kim, however, hardly even looked at Akami. Even though the nurse had an arrestingly pretty face and a very intense stare, Kim had determined that Akami had the second smallest rack in the room, after only her own. Hypocritically, even though Kim didn't want to be ignored despite her relatively small breasts, tonight she only had eyes for women with bigger bust lines. Her vision lingered on Xania and then slowly drifted back to Susan's chest once the introductions were over. It was as if there was a magnetic pull there that she was incapable of resisting.

The others could sympathize with Kim's overwhelmed senses. They pretended not to notice her blatant stares and often preened a bit when they were the object of Kim's attention.

Suzanne, still sitting, said, "Now that that's out of the way, let me formally introduce everyone to the sixth weekly Plummer house poke-her party. Before I get started, I should point out that reliable reports from various unnamed sources indicate that our big Sweetie is only half-erect right now." She winked at Alan.

Amy was sitting on one side of Alan and Akami was on the other. Amy reached into Alan's lap and felt for his erection. Then she said, "Three-quarters mast, ma'am!" and gave her mother a mock salute.

Suzanne said, "That's better, but still. Alan's not really in the mood, and he's certainly not chomping at the bit like we all thought he would be, so there's going to be a small change of plans. We're going to go slower than what we'd planned before. And, perhaps, some of the things we had planned for later might have to wait for another day."

The last comment led to great groans of protest from almost everyone, again making Alan feel like he was the only one left out of the loop.

"But Sweetie," Suzanne continued, raising a hand to call for silence once more, "I just want to emphasize what the others said in the front entrance. Sure, there's going to be some sex tonight. We're not going to let you off completely!" She gave him a saucy wink. "However, there's no pressure. Every woman here is bisexual to some degree and we're all going to have wonderful climaxes with each other even if you don't touch anyone. We understand you're tired. Whatever you do is just a bonus, so there's no pressure. We all love you. Capiche?"

Amy eagerly raised her hand as if she was in class, and waited until Suzanne called on her until she spoke. She said emphatically, "I just want to emphasize that last thing."

"Capiche?" Katherine joked.

Amy giggled, but said, "No, silly, right before that. That we all love you. Alan, you're just the bestest boyfriend ever! I know from what my mom was telling me just before you came in that you're feeling a little intimidated. Seven or eight women all at once is a super big number for any guy, I'm sure, especially after all the scary stuff that happened to you at school today. But I predict you're going to amaze us all again. I'm getting all wet just thinking about how well you're going to fuck us tonight. Not everyone, m'kay, I know that, but whoever you choose to fuck is going to be sooo lucky! Super duper amazingly lucky..."

Her words drifted off as her eyes went glassy even while she continued to stare right in his direction. Her hands dropped down into her lap and she seemed to be wriggling around in her chair in every direction.

Susan suddenly exclaimed, "I second that! GOD, is that woman going to be lucky! Damn! Just think: Alan's spear, diving deep, deep down her throat. My throat, if I'm one of the lucky ones. Or deep in my box. Son cock! Plunging! So deep! Sweet cum! Mommy needs that son cock! Fuck me hard! Fuck your mommy good!" She too had her hands in her lap and seemed to be trying to win a wiggle contest between her and Amy. It looked like she was about to fall off her chair at any moment.

Alan looked around, and to his astonishment, saw every woman bouncing around and seemingly playing with themselves (except for Kim who was still recovering from her recent great climax and was merely staring back and forth at all the most busty women in the room as they squirmed around in their seats). Susan's incestuous "son cock" talk obviously got a big response out of the others too.

It got to Alan too, causing his penis to finally get fully erect. He said out loud, a bit chagrined, "It seems like you all like the idea of having sex with me so much that I don't actually need to be here in person." He noticed that even Akami was writhing around with the rest and looked to be on the verge of a climax.

But what was most odd was that all the women remained fully dressed. There wasn't a single exposed nipple anywhere to be seen since Xania put her top (mostly) back on, assuming one didn't count the nipples fairly visible through semi-transparent gowns. He figured that there was a secret arrangement between the women that the only exposure tonight would be that allowed by the wins and losses of the card game.

CHAPTER 4

Suzanne clapped her hands together, and the group started to calm down a bit. "Okay, everyone, be still!" That helped calm the group down some more. Susan and Kim took the longest, but Suzanne waited until even those two were "with it."

Then she said, "See what I mean, Sweetie? Really, the bar is set extremely low. All you have to do is whip out your penis and half of us are likely to pass out from the mere sight and smell of it! We're all low maintenance. So, no worries. Now, let's get to the rules."

Everyone knew the rules of the game already, but Suzanne quickly repeated the basics and the most recent modifications. The best hand always won. But other than that, there was one set of rules for Alan and another set for everyone else. If any woman won the hand, she was allowed to take an item of clothing off (all the women officially had five items of clothing, though in many cases adornments such as necklaces were counted to help add up to five and long gowns or dresses were counted as two). If Alan won, on the other hand, he could give sexual commands to any combination of women, including all the women in the room if he so wanted. Once any woman was fully naked, winning a hand meant she could order anyone in the room to do anything to anyone else. There were some minor additions and complications, most of which dealt with exceptions for Alan's sake, but that was the gist of it.

While Suzanne was explaining this, Amy had casually unzipped Alan's shorts and fished out his erection. She looked at the others and gave a thumbs up.

As with past games, the woman sitting next to Alan was the official "penis tender," and Amy had taken on that task. But Akami was also sitting next to Alan, on his other side. She looked at Amy stroking Alan's hard shaft with hungry eyes and muttered, "GOD, that looks so good." Through everything, she'd kept the vision in her head of Alan fondling her pussy and tits in the middle of a busy street and that still made her as hot as a firecracker. Continuing to stare, she coughed, then said in a tentative voice, "Uh, Amy, would you mind if I uh, touch it a little?"

Amy being Amy, she didn't mind at all. "M'kay! Go for it! Let's play together!"

So Akami joined Amy with the "penis tending." Since Akami was new to this kind of situation, Amy earnestly explained the responsibilities and duties that went with penis tending and the related practice of stealth stroking.

She emphasized, "The main goal is to give my brother here maximum pleasure for hours at a time if need be, and it usually is! But here's the tricky part: you have to keep him from cumming while also preventing his penis from getting sore or chafing. So this is what I do. I get him all hot and bothered and super stiff, and then I keep him on the edge with gentle and slow stroking. That's key, to go slow! But that's not all. Depending on what he's doing, you might want to also massage and caress him elsewhere on his body. Continually teasing him with visual and verbal delights is also good."

Both of them scooted their chairs up close and used their free hands to caress his chest and arms.

Akami played a bit dumb. "I think I get it, thanks. But what if there's two penis tenders, like right now?"

"Hmm. That's a toughie. We're going to have to be, like, super duper careful! With hands from different hotties stroking him all the time, he could get overheated too fast! Couldn't you, you lucky dog?" She nudged Alan in the shoulder. "We'll just have to go even slower, Akami. And shoot! I guess that means stealth blow jobs are out of the question. But I think we can still do the other teasing stuff too, if we take turns."

"Oh, good. Can I go first with the 'verbal delights'?"

"M'kay!"

Akami leaned in and whispered in Alan's ears as she stroked up and down the top of his thickness. "God how I've missed this! ... You know, Alan, your penis is not like other penises. Maybe it's just psychological. Maybe it's knowing that you're the master of such a large and incredible harem. A woman fucking you also joins a really fun and loving exclusive club."

At the same time Akami was saying this, Amy French kissed him and tugged at his balls.

The card game, meanwhile, continued all around them.

Akami paused, then cooed, "I have the feeling that you're the most virile and potent man I'll ever be lucky enough to be with. Just look around. These are easily some of the most gorgeous women in the entire country. It's such an ego boost for me to even sit at the same table with them."

Her voice was growing increasingly sexy and it was positively dripping with desire when she added, "But they live for you. They live to pleasure your cock. Doesn't that make you feel proud? The more I see them want you, the more I want you for myself. GOD, I need your beautiful cock again! Please promise me you'll 'stuff me full of your hot meat' just like Susan said you would! Fuck me as good as you'd fuck one of your own mothers!"

Her tongue darted out of her mouth and began licking the ear she'd been whispering in. The fact that Alan had not one but two hot mothers and was fucking them both raised her arousal another notch. She knew that if any stray fingers touched her clit, she'd be screaming to the rafters.

Amy saw what Akami was doing and whispered in his other ear, "Whatever she said, me too!" Then, as soon as she got over her giggling, she began licking his ear on her side.

Alan had never realized what a pleasure center his ears were. He was pleasantly surprised at how good the licking felt.

The two women continued to lick, first exclusively on his ears but then moving sometimes to his neck and other nearby spots. Often, one of them kissed him full on the mouth while giving the other one a chance to whisper naughty wishes into his ear. At the same time, they continued to gently stroke his penis and chest. Before long, they worked together to slide his shorts down some so they had full access to his balls as well. Akami wasn't used to bumping into another hand when giving a handjob, so initially she spent much of her time playing with his balls and even poking a finger into his anus sometimes. Amy had to periodically grab Akami's hand to prevent her from doing too much too soon.

Somehow, on top of this, Alan was expected to continue playing cards. It was all he could do to just hold his cards when they were handed to him. He was in no shape to figure out which ones to discard each hand, so he generally just stayed with the cards he'd been drawn. Not surprisingly, he didn't win any hands.

Akami and Amy were a little bit more involved in the game because they were both eager to win and take off some of their clothing, so usually they'd hold cards with one of their hands and jack Alan off with their other. But the game sometimes ground to a halt when any of the three or some combination of them got too distracted to take their turns in the game. Eventually, a cough or nudge or word to the most distracted person would get the game back on track.

Akami had been getting increasingly hot and found herself fondling Alan's stiff rod with increasing urgency.

After about another ten minutes or so, Amy found that Akami was ignoring her verbal warnings that she was going to fast. Amy finally had to slap the excited nurse's hand. "No, Akami, no! Do you want him to spew his hot sperm all over you already?"

"God yes!" She tried to fight Amy off and get back to Alan's sticky and slippery hardness.

"I know your problem. Come here." Amy leaned across Alan towards Akami and kissed her right on the lips. As they continued to French kiss, Amy tweaked Akami's clit. It only took a couple of seconds of Amy's talented touch before Akami was cumming. She tried to scream with joy, but Amy didn't let up with the kiss, which only drove Akami's passions higher.

Finally, Akami was sated and calmed down as her body recovered from her great orgasmic peak.

It had been a close call for Alan with the way Akami and Amy were kissing right at the tip of his nose while Akami fought to regain control of Alan's dick, but he managed to stave off his climax. As he rested, both Amy and Akami continued with their "tending" but on a lower level. They seemed to be really getting into licking Alan's ears and neck while they let his penis be for a while.

CHAPTER 5

That gave Alan enough presence of mind for him to carefully look around the room. He noticed something interesting. While all of the women were fully dressed, at least for now, it seemed as if each of them could somehow sense when he was looking directly at them, even if they were looking in other directions. He got this feeling because whoever he was looking at seemed to be doing something quite sexual.

For instance, he stared at Suzanne for a while. She was fanning herself with a hand as if the room was boiling hot (though in act it was not). She pulled her top away from her chest with an idle finger, continuing the charade that she needed air. That enabled Alan to just barely see her nipples at times, if he was lucky. Somehow, that sight was sexier than if she had been completely nude.

Then he looked over at Katherine. There was a choice of snacks in the middle of the table, including Susan's justly famous homemade chocolate chip cookies, and she had a selection of sliced carrots and celery in her hand. The vegetables were sliced length-wise and she had a cluster of them in one hand and was licking the peanut butter out of the grooves in the celery. It looked exactly as if the bunch of vegetables was a hard penis and she was licking it clean. She was going at it so passionately that it seemed certain to make a big spectacle the others would want to comment on and joke about. But no one else appeared to be noticing at all.

Xania meanwhile was taking advantage of her tongue's impressive talents. She was eating a piece of lemon cake, but she seemed to spend most of her time cleaning her fingertips of the white frosting. She kept her fingers fairly far from her mouth and let her long tongue slither out like a serpent to clean them. It was even more arousing and suggestive of a blowjob than Katherine's sensual vegetable display. Xania seemed oblivious of Alan's attention, except at one point when she suddenly turned his way and winked, then went back to pretending like he wasn't there. Somehow, that aroused him even more.

Next, he looked at Susan. She had both of her hands underneath her semi-transparent top. She seemed very busy fondling her own breasts while rocking back and forth on her seat as if she was riding a see-saw. But unlike the others, she stared directly at Alan nonstop and with a laser-like intensity. She was so into her own breasts that she was on the verge of cumming at any moment. As a result, she didn't notice how Kim, sitting next to her, was staring her way just as intently and was continually reaching out towards Susan's rack, but in a very tentative fashion. Kim would always pull back before getting very close. Alan noticed her situation and was greatly amused by it.

And so it went around the room. Even though not an item of clothing had come off yet (except, technically, for his shorts), there was something highly arousing to see anywhere he looked. Even Kim, though she wasn't doing anything sensual, was staring at everyone else with such obvious admiration and lust that her mood was infectious.

With so much teasing and arousal going on, it was a wonder that the card game was moving forward at all. But it was, despite many interruptions, mostly due to Suzanne's prodding. She was very competitive and when she started a game she wanted to finish it as the victor. She was determined to be the first to lose all of her clothes.

Alan found himself so aroused, particularly from the constant low-level ministrations of Amy and Akami, that he wondered if he might shoot a load before the first pair of breasts was even officially bared in the game. It didn't help that Amy and Akami resumed stroking his hard-on after only a short break. It got particularly crazy when both of his "penis tenders" stopped taking turns and began whispering sweet nothings in each of his ears at the same time.

On one side, Amy was saying things like, "Brother, big sexy official boyfriend brother, just look at your harem. I get so hot just looking at everyone here, and I'm not even the harem master! I'm just one of your many tightly-cunted, busty nymphos. Gosh, it must be so tough for you to decide who to fuck. Who do you think you're going to fuck first tonight? Look at our moms. Isn't it especially tasty, to fuck your own mother? Both of them at once, even? I've gotten to know my mother's pussy with my tongue a little bit, so I think I can guess how ready she is. It must be so hot and tight and wet right now, just waiting for her Sweetie. It almost makes me want to have a cock, so I could explore and fuck every last needy inch of it!"

As she whispered, her wet tongue was making love to his ear. "Don't you just want to fuck everyone here? You're such a super stud brother that I know you can. You know what would be cool? You should have a cocksucking contest. I want to see every woman here tonight gag as you fill their throats with your thick, hard, meaty cock..."

Amy was learning from her mother how to talk in a sexy bedroom voice. The way she said "thick, hard, meaty cock" was so drawn out and intense that Alan felt like he'd had a good fucking just from her words alone.

Then she enthusiastically added, "Including me! Especially me, in fact!" She giggled uncontrollably. She had possession of the top part of his penis now and was making full use of it. His erection was so slick from pre-cum and sweat that her fingers freely glided up and down in a most maddening fashion. She seemed to have forgotten all about the need to take it easy and slow.

On the other side, Akami was saying things like, "Alan, I miss you so much! Do you know I call here nearly every day? Usually it's just to talk to Susan during my lunch break at the office. We talk about getting fucked by you, of course. That's how I know a little bit about some things already, like your nickname 'man of the house' or this game's penis tender tradition. The talks help to ease my need a little, but at the same time it keeps me so hot for you! Susan's lust and love for you is so intense, just hearing her talk is like standing in front of an open blast furnace. I used to just be your nurse and I was content with that, but lately I always find myself masturbating while thinking about you. It's embarrassing because I know you hardly ever think of me. But I do it to myself with you on my mind almost every day, I'll have you know! I have to lock the door when I make those calls to Susan because I always end up jilling myself! She's your number one fan, you know. God, if you get her started talking about your cock there's no way to get her to stop."

She went on, "But tonight you can do me for real, can't you? Are you going to lay your thick pipe down my throat? Make me shut up already by filling my mouth with cock! Or maybe, maybe you need to take my ass? Take it! Maybe you need to show me who's the boss by stuffing my ass completely full of your manly meat! I bet you'd love to FUCK my ASS, wouldn't you..." Between each sentence she would stop for a while and seemingly attempt to fuck his ear with repeated jabs of her little tongue. All of her talk about ass fucking inspired her to probe his anus, too, digging in deep to stimulate his prostate gland.

Alan was too blown away to say anything in return. It was all he could do just to use his PC muscle control to keep his surging erection from blowing. He was determined to set some kind of endurance record so he wouldn't let anyone down or lose his inflated image. When both women talked to him at once he couldn't always understand all the words, but their strong lusts and desires came through loud and clear in any case.

After a while he had to ask both of them to stop with the whispering, kissing, and tonguing. It was simply too arousing and ego-boosting for one man to take. He slowly returned to Earth as the stimulation was "merely" reduced to their hands stroking his shaft and balls at a slow pace. As if coming out of a fog, he looked around the room again and was surprised to see that all the other women had gone quiet. Each of them were staring right at him, and all had the same smugly satisfied "cat that ate the canary" look. It seemed that they were all waiting for him, for some reason.

Suzanne seemed the most satisfied of all. She said to Alan teasingly, "So, still having trouble getting an erection, lover boy? Are your two tenders not taking good enough care of you? We can make this a non-erotic evening if you just want to sit around and talk. Or we could just really play regular poker, if you'd prefer that."

"NO!" Alan replied a bit too forcefully. He was loving life, now, and riding a very excellent erotic buzz.

"I thought not," Suzanne smirked. It was her turn to shuffle, so she began shuffling the cards, leering, "I'd rather play Strip Stud so we could see you take off that stupid U2 concert T-shirt and show us your manly chest." She licked her lips as she dealt out the cards.

However, now that Alan was slightly more aware, the mention of his concert shirt reminded him that something was missing. "Doesn't anyone want to put some music on?" He picked up his cards and actually examined them for a change.

A long quiet followed his question. Then Amy giggled, "Not really."

That broke everyone up into fits of laughter except Alan. He grumbled at being left out of another inside joke.

As the laughter died down, Alan turned to Amy and said, "Okay, that's enough. Something strange is going on, and I want to know what it is. Amy, I'm going to tickle you to death until you tell me. Rggrrr!" He began tickling her, though he wasn't that effective since his hands seemed more interested in playing with her tits. Her white gown had just one jewel-encrusted clasp holding the fabric over her chest. He simply undid it and the top of the gown burst open from its tight confines, completely baring her chest.

He continued to tickle and fondle her mercilessly, but Amy was putting up a brave front. In a voice like the Cookie Monster on 'Sesame Street' he growled, "I'm the tickle monster!" That made Amy laugh so hard that she had to withdraw her hand from Alan's crotch completely. But she still wouldn't talk and she didn't budge from her seat.

Akami took full advantage of Amy's distraction. While he tickled his sister, she was playing a little game on his sweet spot just below his penis head. She would rub it really slow for maybe twenty seconds or so, and then give it a hard and frantic rub for about five seconds that would very nearly make him cum. But, after a great surge of pleasure, she'd return to the slow rub. It was delightfully frustrating and he'd never know when the next hard rub would strike.

She also bent over and began flicking the tip of her tongue around the tip of his penis. Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about! What is it about sucking this boy's cock that's so great? Is it just the sweet cum? Am I hyped up just because I hear Susan rave about cocksucking this piece of meat so often? Whatever it is, I'm hooked!

Finally, just as Alan leaned over to suck on one of Amy's nipples, Suzanne said, "Okay, we give. I don't want you to 'tickle' my poor daughter to death." She made quote marks in the air as she said the word "tickle" because Alan seemed more determined now to make Amy cum than he was tickling her to get her to talk. "Akami, ease up on the 'tickle monster' or he's going to blow like Mount St. Helens. I can tell from experience, just by the look on his face, that he's truly on the verge this time. And definitely take your tongue off his cock already or he'll lose it for sure."

There was a long pause as both Alan and Akami reluctantly complied with Suzanne's orders. Finally, some semblance of order returned to the table.

Suzanne said, "Katherine, reach behind you and show Alan the chair Brenda will be sitting in when she joins us."

With a big grin, Katherine raised up a bit and spun around so she was sitting backwards on her chair. She carefully bunched her dress between her legs so her ass was completely exposed (luckily, she'd recently lost her panties in the card game). Then she reached back and slid a chair along the floor until it came into Alan's view. She did all of this without ever completely leaving her seat.

Alan looked at the empty chair, and suddenly the reluctance of anyone to get up was made clear. There, in the middle of the seat, was a plastic dildo. It appeared to be glued down.

Katherine squirmed around in her chair delightfully. She rose up enough for Alan to see the dark blue dildo she was impaled on, then slowly settled back down on it. She sat backwards on the chair to give Alan the best unobstructed view of the dildo.

Alan noticed it looked thinner than his own penis, but he couldn't tell the length because much of it was still trapped inside of her. He did notice that it appeared to be quite bendable and flexible, which helped explain how the women were writhing around all over their chairs so much.

She said, "Big Golf Club Brother, now you see why we warned you not to sit in any other chair?" Everyone laughed and giggled.

Even Alan laughed a bit. He stopped his tickle and tit fondling attack on Amy and slapped himself in the forehead. "Duh! How did I miss that? So every blessed one of you is sitting on one of those?"

There was more laughter and giggling as all the women nodded. This was followed by Cheshire Cat grins all around the table.

Alan had made note earlier that the usual dining room chairs had been replaced by a high-backed set the family had long worn out and put in the attic. He assumed it was because Susan wanted a matching set for all the guests, but now he realized it was so the dildos could be glued to the less valuable chairs.

He continued to look around the room. If Alan wasn't horny enough already, knowing that every single woman in the room had not only been impaled on, but was actively riding and writhing on dildos that had been attached to their chairs during the whole party turned him on in a big way. At the same time, he was very glad that everyone was having a lot of sexual fun without him, or even needing anyone to touch them. It reduced the pressure on him to deliver orgasms.

Suzanne spoke up. "Sweetie, you remember this afternoon when you told us your fantasy about the Duke clan sitting down to dinner on special chairs with wooden dildos built right into the middle of them? Well, voila!" She squirmed particularly vigorously as she finished, and opened her eyes wide as if she was cumming hard.

Alan couldn't tell if she was actually cumming, or just hamming it up. He suspected the latter. "That's amazing, Aunt Suzy, I mean, Mother. How did you get that done in just a few hours? You realize you just ruined like eight chairs with Superglue or something, don't you?"

But no one seemed to care or want to respond. They were having a lot of fun hamming it up by writhing around even more than before, though. Even Kim was getting in on the act.

Sighing with theatrical exaggeration, he said, "Well then, since I seem to be the only one capable of standing, I guess it's up to me to put on some tunes." Temporarily extricating himself from Amy and Akami, he went to the stereo and put in a selection of CDs on the random setting. The choices were all hit compilations, including the "slave mix" Katherine had made recently.

CHAPTER 6

As soon as Alan sat back down, the group finally finished the round of cards. Suzanne won and was allowed to pull her gown down off of her breasts, which delighted her to no end.

Alan was almost disappointed about that, since her gown looked so alluring. He kept Amy and Akami's hands off him for a little while so he could try to concentrate on the game.

He was immediately rewarded by winning the next round, his first victory. He noticed that most of the women were close to climaxes from the dildo chairs, if they weren't there already and ready for another. By the terms of the new rules he was allowed to order all of the women to do something, so he said, "I want every woman to find the clit of the woman to the left of them and rub it to orgasm. Meanwhile, keep bouncing on the dildos."

This order was very well received. Most of the women were so close that it took less than a minute for everyone to climax. A few of them came at once.

Kim was beside herself. She dutifully reached over and frigged Katherine to completion, but this was no big deal since she had been with Katherine several times before. What put her into orbit was the fact that Susan reached under her dress, pulled her panties aside, and actually touched her clit and pussy lips. Kim came almost instantly, and came hard. Her only regret was that it ended so fast.

As she basked in the afterglow, she turned to Susan and looked at her with adoration bordering on outright worship. She wondered again if her strong lust for Susan might be turning into love and what complications that might possibly mean. She'd never really been deeply in love with anyone before and found the depth and strength of her feelings more than a little frightening.

Susan noticed Kim's horny stare and replied with a wicked smile and a provocatively arched eyebrow.

That seemed to make Kim melt from the erotic heat. God DAMN, I've GOT to suck on that woman's pussy and tits, like, YESTERDAY already! But she treated the idea as a fantasy; despite everything that was happening at the party it seemed too fantastical that Susan would ever bother with her in real life.

The one downside from Alan's command was that it led to yet another large pause in the game because the women needed some time to recover. A few got up and brought more snacks and drinks to the table. There were a number of easily audible slurping "pop" noises as pussies went from filled to empty. It was both amusing and arousing for everyone.

When Xania stood up, it caused a surprising reaction from Akami. The pretty nurse hadn't seen all of Xania's gown because she had yet to stand in her presence due to the dildo chairs. Akami squealed, "My God, Xania, that's such an amazing slit!"

Xania replied wryly, "Akami, I knew you had bisexual tendencies, but I didn't know you were that forward about it."

Akami blushed and was struck mute for several moments. But then she clarified, "No, I meant the slit on the side of your gown. It goes all the way up to your breasts, almost! That's such a turn-on!" She stared at Xania with the same intense and blatant stare Kim had been using on Susan all evening.

Xania was very pleased. She stood up and proudly modeled her gown. "Actually, look, I've got two slits. One on each side. I'm glad you like it, because this gown cost me a fortune." She let the loose hanging gown fall in such a way that Akami could see her bush.

Now it was Akami's turn to kid as she deliberately misunderstood what kind of slit Xania was talking about. "Two slits?! My, my. I've heard so much about your extraordinary tongue but no one mentioned THAT about you! Maybe I will be forward after all!"

Xania laughed. Then she said as she winked, "Don't make an offer like that unless you plan to follow through." She headed to the kitchen, walking with a provocative swish to her hips.

After about five minutes the game started again. At the same time, Amy and Akami resumed their stroking of Alan's rod. To both his frustration and delight, they also resumed their licking of his ears and neck, as well as whispering suggestive sweet nothings to him. But they took turns whispering this time, allowing Alan to maintain at least a tenuous involvement in the poker game.

At one point, Akami said something he found particularly interesting. "You know, Alan, while I wouldn't want to do it permanently, it's lots of fun to be a woman in a harem for the evening. There's such a feeling of camaraderie and belonging here. Like working with Amy to get you to cum. In another situation we might be jealous and fighting and bumping into each other, but somehow she and I work together in harmony. Our hands stroke and fondle your slick stick together like there's one mind controlling our four hands and our only goal is to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm ever. There must be a magic spell cast over this house. I love it! And I feel like a such a wanton slut knowing that I have to get in line for my turn to get fucked by you, but you know what? I love that too!"

She continued in a more thoughtful tone, "Everywhere else, that slutty sensation would feel shameful, but here it feels normal and accepted... expected, even. In this house, 'slut' doesn't mean something bad, it means sexual liberation and joy. You're the only man who might judge harshly but even when you call one of us a sex slave or something like that one can see your love and respect shining through, too. I can completely let myself go. If only I didn't have to stroke so slowly and just use my hands! I want your manly thickness all the way down my throat, inside my pussy, up my ass - anywhere else other than just in my hands!"

The card hands flew by fairly quickly now, but many of the items coming off were still insubstantial things. For instance, Kim lost a push up bra beneath her dress and Alan lost a sock. (While both of Alan's socks counted to help bring him up to five items, the high heels all the women were wearing didn't count. Even the guests implicitly understood that their heels were to remain on at all times.)

Suzanne remained in the lead, no doubt because she was paying the most attention to her cards. She left her gown on under the table and instead triumphantly took her satin panties off and tossed them in Alan's direction.

Amy, thinking quickly, caught the panties in the air. She brought them to her nose and ostentatiously inhaled deeply of her mother's wetness. Then she slumped in her chair with a loud, blissed out sigh while smiling in Suzanne's direction.

Surprisingly, that made Suzanne blush. Suzanne still had issues over the fact that she was committing real incest with her daughter, the only real genetic incest in the group since Alan and Katherine were adopted. She didn't like public reminders of it in front of people she barely knew.

Amy winked, then brought her mother's panties down to Alan's penis. She covered his penis head with the fine fabric and began jacking him off through it.

If Alan was wondering how a dual hand job could possibly feel any better, he soon discovered the answer. The smooth satin fabric, soaked through with Suzanne's pungent cum, felt so fantastic rubbing up against his slicked up skin that he hardly even noticed Akami had gone back to probing his anus with her index finger.

Since that didn't seem to faze Alan, Akami resorted to more serious measures so she wouldn't be outdone by Amy. She bent down and began licking Alan's penis right through the satin panties. The wantonness of licking Alan's cock while simultaneously sucking up Suzanne's intimate taste nearly made her delirious with lust.

Alan was amazed that he hadn't cum yet, and part of that was due to his great PC muscle control. But in fact it was mostly due to expert "penis tending" on Amy and Akami's part. They always knew when to reduce the stimulation just enough to keep him excruciatingly close to a great cum explosion. Their secret was that they could always feel his penis tighten up whenever he squeezed his PC muscles really hard. At a moment like that, even a feathery touch or light blow of air on his penis was likely to push him over the edge. Amy and Akami would share a knowing look with each other and back off. After just a minute or two of rest, however, he was usually good to go for a while again.

It was one such PC muscle squeeze that caused Akami to reluctantly pull away. She felt great though, and could hardly wait for Alan to recover so she could dive back in. As she straightened back up, Amy held a hand up and they high-fived each other.

The card game continued. Katherine won two hands in a row, leaving her with nothing but a push up bra. However, Suzanne also won a hand, making her the first to get completely naked (except for her high heels). If she won again, she could give the others sexual commands.

After a couple more hands, Amy asked out of the blue, "Is it time?"

Suzanne shook her head no. A lot of secretive whispering ensued all around the table.

Naturally, this piqued Alan's curiosity, but no one would explain what was going on.

After two more hands, and more breasts coming into view, Amy asked the exact same question again. Suzanne again shook her head no. But perhaps reminded from talking to Amy, she said, "You know, I don't think we've been fair to our two great penis tenders tonight. They've been awfully distracted. I say they get two free wins in the card game. Alan, what do you think?"

Alan was so close to cumming that he could barely think straight, but he managed to nod.

Amy and Akami immediately got up to strip down. Akami, who had barely won at all, stripped down to her underwear while Amy was able to get out of her clothes altogether.

That made Amy even more antsy for whatever was next, so as soon as she undressed she asked Suzanne impatiently, "How about now?" She further added in a conspiratorial whisper that Alan just barely overheard, "You know, it's kinda cruel to wait. Think about the waiting. Not only that, but even Alan's penis can only last so long."

Suzanne seemed to waver for quite a long time, staring at her cards while all the women in the room seemed to wait with bated breath for her decision. Finally, she put her cards down and nodded in the affirmative. "Okay."

Suddenly, most of the women stood up, creating yet more loud slurpy pops as they vacated their dildo-chairs. Everyone but Alan seemed to know what was going on and were busy arranging things for the next surprise.

Alan wanted to lean over to examine Amy's newly revealed cum-slicked dildo and the puddle of cum surrounding it, since it was the closest one. But he found himself being led away to the "loveseat" sofa just a few feet away from the dining table. He was frustrated because he couldn't get a good look at any of the puddles on the chairs. The odor of sex and freely flowing pussy juice, however, filled the room even more than before.

Suzanne kissed him on the ear and lustily whispered, "Sit back and relax, Son. You're going to enjoy this."

CHAPTER 7

Then the light was turned off and the room was plunged into near total darkness. The music also came to an abrupt halt. Alan could see, or sense, shapes moving around the room, but he had no idea what was going on. He assumed that no one would tell him what was happening if he tried to ask, so he didn't bother. He realized that whatever secretiveness there might be was for his benefit so he could have another pleasant surprise.

It had only been a minute or so since Amy and Akami had been stroking him, but his penis didn't get much of a chance to rest. In the darkness, he felt the presence of Susan and Suzanne on either side of him. They worked together to pull his shirt off, then greedily attacked his crotch. He'd been jacked off by his two mothers together or separately so often that he could tell from the way their hands roamed over his penis that they were the ones who had replaced Amy and Akami. What he didn't know was why those two, or why now.

Then the music came on again. It was 'Good Vibrations' by the Beach Boys: "I, I love the colorful clothes she wears / And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair..."

Other sounds and movements slowly came to a halt. Then Amy's voice was heard in the dark, sounding surprisingly loud and authoritative. "Ladies and gentleman. Or should I say, Master and my fellow harem nymphos, tonight is a very special night for one very lucky lady. Yes, I'm speaking about Brenda Hunter. Alan, tonight is the night that Brenda is to give herself to you. Now, I know that you've already fucked her, and fucked her good. She wants to give herself in that way to you again, but also give so much more. It's not just that you've tamed her with your cock. What we're talking about is a deeper giving of body and soul. She wants to be your slave, and the Plummer family slave, in EVERY sense of the word."

Alan felt a tingle of excitement shoot up his spine.

Amy continued, "She wants to pledge herself to serve you, your thick and always hard cock, and the rest of your family, for the rest of her life. She's ready to make a very serious commitment, much like a marriage, but in its own way maybe an even stronger and deeper commitment than that. I know this is a surprise, but the rest of us in the family have discussed it and decided there's no way you'd turn down an offer like that from such a cute, bouncy, juicy, lusty, busty, and all around sexy and fun woman. Did we guess correctly? Do you want Brenda as your slave?"

Alan suddenly had an epiphany. Reminded by the song playing in the background, his mind flashed back to a period some months before when he'd been discovering the Beach Boys and getting into their music. He remembered night after night of sitting at home, working on his homework. His sex and love life was nearly non-existent back then, consisting only of occasionally masturbating to fantasies about Glory or Christine.

He thought, And now, the undeniable fact is I'm master of my own loving harem and the most busty woman I've ever seen in my life is being offered to me as a slave! Life is an amazing thing! There's absolutely no telling what may lie just around the corner! He was so stunned by how much his life had changed for the better, despite his exhaustion, that he felt overwhelmed to the point of nearly passing out.

But at the same time, he realized that the words Amy was speaking were carefully thought out in advance, probably with the input of Brenda and others, and that this was the start of a ceremony of sorts. So gathered his wits together and did his best to treat the occasion with a great seriousness. He sat up straight and formally replied in a deep and commanding voice, "Yes. Yes, I do."

As soon as he said that, he heard a great gasp come from where he guessed the kitchen was. He also thought he heard a bit of sobbing. He nearly laughed, assuming correctly that those were the sounds of Brenda being overwhelmed by emotion upon hearing his reply. But he remembered the importance of this event for her and kept quiet.

Amy continued, as the Beach Boys played on in the background, "And so it shall be. Understand that Brenda is talking about a major commitment. She wants to serve us every day, and she would, except for her son. We have made an agreement to ensure she can spend many hours a day serving the Plummer family as a maid and sex slave, and still have plenty of time to be with Adrian when he's not in school. Is this acceptable to you, Master?"

Alan wondered why Amy was given the task of announcer, since she had a rather high and light voice. But he merely answered, "Yes. It is." A part of him also wondered what exactly it was that he was getting into, but he figured that if the rest of the family had discussed it and agreed to it, it must be the right thing to do. Suzanne, especially, wouldn't do anything rash or stupid. The fact that Suzanne and Susan were also currently jacking him off greatly limited his ability to think deeply about the ramifications.

Amy continued with deep portent, "So it shall be. Master, fellow nymphos, I give you the newest member of the Plummer family harem, Brenda Hunter!"

Everyone clapped enthusiastically (except for Susan and Suzanne, who were keeping their hands busy in Alan's crotch). The lights came on while the Beach Boys sang, "Good, good, good, good vibrations..."

Brenda stepped forward from the kitchen into the dining room. She was crying tears of joy.

Naturally, Alan had seen Brenda in various states of undress many times before, but he was nonetheless stunned by her appearance and her beauty. She wore a provocative French maid outfit, black with white frills and lace. As with all the other such outfits she'd left in her closet back home, it left her breasts and shaved pussy exposed. But the reason why she'd picked this one out from all of her outfits was because it lifted her monstrously large breasts farther up and out than any of the others. She looked like the epitome of a human sex toy, but at the same time, her deep passions and emotions shone through.

She stood for a moment, blushing and crying, totally overwhelmed. She was trembling badly. She was so nervous that she was cupping her pussy without realizing it, but still anyone could see the rivulets of cum were flowing so copiously from her nether lips that some lines of cum had already made their way down past her knees.

She seemed uncertain at first, then dramatically rushed headlong at where Alan was sitting on the couch, crying, "Master!"

Since Alan was sitting and Brenda was standing, her big, bare tits ended up enveloping his face as she clung to him for dear life. Somehow, Alan found that very appropriate.

With Brenda's giant pillows doing their best to nearly suffocate him, she gushed, "Master? Master Alan? Do you really mean it? Do you want me to be your slave for ever and ever? Your complete and utter slave? Your property? Heart and mind, body and soul?"

"You know I do," he replied seriously, even though his voice was somewhat comically muffled.

"You know what my vision of the future is, Master? Your pussy tamer in my slit, pounding me and controlling me forever and ever. Taming me. Ruling me! That's my vision of pure bliss."

Alan at first didn't think anything special about those words, but then he sat up with a start. "Wait a minute. Is that a reference to George Orwell's book 1984? You know the end with the image of a boot kicking a face forever and ever?"

She giggled through her tears of happiness. "Yep. Just because I'm stacked doesn't mean I can't read. Since I don't have a job, I read a lot. I'm a big Orwell fan, and a science fiction fan, too. In fact, Dune is my favorite book of all time."

"Wow. Dune? You? That's pretty random. I love that book." He thought, She's into classic rock AND sci-fi. I like her taste! "That Orwell thing is kind of an odd metaphor at a time like this, but I guess it works. You know, we need to get to know each other a lot better out of bed, not just in it."

Alan heard muffled chuckles coming from the darkness around him. He realized that in the middle of being offered a sex slave, and with his face enveloped by her heaving boobs, he was having a full-on nerd moment. So he tried to get back on track to stop the snickers. "But the question is, why do you offer yourself like this to me?"

Still crying, she answered, "Master, I love you so much! The way I express my love is through submission and devotion. I know some people would find that strange, but that's who I am. Because I love you totally, I give myself to you totally! Do you want me? Do you want my love? My body? My heart?"

"I do." His head was still encased in her fluffy mountains. Inwardly, he was wondering why a woman who was obviously smart and wealthy would want nothing more in life that to be a maid and sex slave. He figured there was more to that mystery that he didn't yet understand, but now was not the time to spoil the mood by asking lots of probing questions about it.

Brenda suddenly dropped to her knees. Her attention inexorably focused on Alan's penis and Susan and Suzanne's hands still sloshing frantically all over it. Suzanne had been naked already from her poker victories, and Susan had likewise shucked whatever clothes she still had on.

Brenda watched the rhythm of four hands pistoning up and down in Alan's crotch for a few moments. Then she looked at each of the mothers in the eye in turn and said, "Mistress Susan? Mistress Suzanne? Thank you for tending my Master's cock tonight. Will you allow me, your humble slave and loving servant, to share in the joy of pleasuring it?"

They said, in unison, "We do."

Then Brenda stood up and walked to the dining room table where most of the others were standing or sitting. "And Mistress Katherine? Mistress Amy? Will you also allow me to share in the bounty of our Master's cock and all of his glorious cum?"

"We do," they both replied.

Suzanne then got up and stood back, turning Alan's penis completely to Susan for the moment. Susan put her lips on her son's penis and sucked on it for a minute or so. She seemed determined to make him cum before Brenda could get a chance to touch it.

It took all of Alan's self-control not to lose a big load right there. He knew that would be a big disaster from Brenda's point of view. He'd experienced so much incredible stimulation already, especially from Amy and Akami, that normally he would have cum long ago. But he was worried that if he came he might not get hard again or his penis would be too sore, so he was prolonging this erection with every self-control trick he knew.

Still, it felt great. He was so happy that it seemed he was floating on clouds, and all the ego boosting "Master" talk was making him even more giddy.

While Susan was on her knees happily licking and sucking away, Suzanne had been running her hands all over him and encouraging him to play with her ass. The others, except Amy and Brenda standing nearby, remained in their seats and appeared to be making good use of the chair dildos while they watched the cocksucking. Susan had never quite mastered deep throating, and her control over her gag reflex was imperfect, but she was getting quite close as her head repeatedly made deep bobs on Alan's erection.

But after just a minute or two of this, Susan and Suzanne switched places. Suzanne did the exact same thing, except that she knew even more tricks with her tongue and lips. Now it was Susan's turn to languidly run her hands over Alan's muscular chest and legs while Alan fondled and teased her ass.

Alan could no longer hold out - it was all too much. Nobody could withstand such pleasure. He heard Kim scream out, "Oh good Gaaawwddd! YES!" as she obviously reached an orgasm of her own. That didn't help his self-control in the slightest. He groaned and felt his balls tightening up.

But Suzanne sensed this. She quickly grabbed the base of his penis and squeezed tight.

Alan thought, It hurts, but it hurts soooo good! His urge to cum went from overwhelming back to barely tolerable.

Then Suzanne, smirking and very pleased with herself, let go of him.

Brenda looked like she would do anything in the world to touch his erection. Her eyes sparkled with desire. She'd drawn closer and closer, like a moth to a flame, until she was standing as close to Alan as she could get. But instead of reaching out to his hardness, she placed both hands behind her back. Sitting up on her heels, she thrust her chest out and dropped her eyes down. "Master, your slave is at your command. Is there any way I can please you? Would you, perhaps, want to fill one of my holes with your sweet and precious cum?" Her tone was suddenly shy.

Alan could feel his "bad" side growing in strength. He felt very happy and aroused, but also intensely possessive. He wanted to fuck each and every one of his women so good and so hard that they'd never forget it for as long as they lived. But most of all, he wanted to make Brenda scream like a banshee. 'Good Vibrations' was getting near the end and the Beach Boys were happily singing, "Na na na na na, na na na..." which seemed completely incongruous to his evil mood. But he didn't care.

He stood up, walked to the table, and swiped it clear. Cards, glasses, snacks, cake - everything went flying. He at least was careful to make sure no one was in the way. Luckily, too, there was no wine bottle on the table and the glasses were made of plastic. Then he dramatically yanked at the table cloth and sent the rest crashing to the floor.

CHAPTER 8

Alan turned back to Brenda. Looking at her voluptuous body, he thought, Here's a woman I haven't fucked nearly enough. Hell, I practically haven't fucked her at all. That needs to change in a big way. She's definitely worthy of joining the inner harem. He chuckled inwardly as he thought, If Sean knew there was a woman who looked like this and knew she loved Dune and Orwell, he might even forget all about Heather. Then he imperiously pointed at the table and loudly yelled in his most authoritative voice, "SLAVE! ASSUME THE POSITION!"

"Y--y-yes, M--m-m-ma-master!" Brenda stuttered, almost fainting in delight. She had frequently fantasized hearing Alan say those exact words. She was deliriously giddy to have her fantasy occur in real life. She pressed her massive mammaries onto the table top, getting in position for a royal fucking, doggy style.

That position suited Alan just fine. He lined his penis up and slid all the way into her steaming depths in a single stroke. "How do you like that, my sex slave?" he asked in a nasty voice.

"Ooo-ooh! Wo- ond- der- ful!" Brenda began to cum as soon as he entered her. After somehow eking out an answer to Alan's question, she lost control of her voice and the rest of her body. She let out a high pitched wail, like a police car siren. At the same time, her body shook so hard that even the heavy mahogany table she was gripping onto for dear life shook a little bit. She was as excited to hear Alan call her a "sex slave" in a domineering tone of voice as she was to feel the incredible fullness of his powerful penis penetrating deep inside her.

Alan's evil mood was broken a bit because he found himself laughing. He found it funny the way that she came so much, so hard, and so vocally. It was like a histrionic over-exaggeration of a climax. And the amount of cum flowing out of her seemed to defy belief. He'd barely put her on the table and already there was a sizable puddle under her pussy.

Alan noticed Brenda was so excited from her climax that she could barely breathe, so he decided to just rest with his penis inside her for a while. It would give him a chance to recover some too. Actually, it was a very near thing that he didn't shoot off when she came, especially given the way her pussy walls convulsed and squeezed his penis so delightfully.

As he calmed down a bit, a thought occurred to him. This is a special occasion, and I need to mark it with a special gift. What did Amy say? This is like a marriage but even more intense, but I don't have anything. Wait, that's not true, I have some gifts I was going to give tomorrow, but I can give one of them early. Talk about a lucky break!

He called Katherine over and whispered in her ear. She immediately ran off.

Alan had to stall for time with Brenda at least until Katherine came back. The first question to pop into his head was, "Why the Beach Boys?"

"Oh, that?" Brenda asked as she panted into the table. "That's my absolute favorite song of all time, Master, and they're my favorite group, too. Well, them and the Eagles. There's so much more to both groups than just the greatest hits everybody knows. I picked all the songs on this mix with such care and each song has a special meaning to me. Does it displease you by setting the wrong mood? Do I deserve a spanking?" She churned her hips around his impaling penis invitingly as she said the word "spanking."

Alan laughed again, as he was reminded of her great love of being spanked. He suspected she'd figured out a way to drop that mention in to make sure he wouldn't forget to do it to her. He also found it funny to be discussing music in such an outrageously sexual circumstance. He was well aware that he was on display with a crowd of horny women watching his every move. He spanked her hard and then said, suggestively, "You deserve a spanking for being such a GOOD slave." He slapped her hard on the other butt cheek and then pushed his dick a couple of inches deeper into her.

"OH GOD! That's good! MASTER!" Brenda squealed. Her small feet instinctively hooked around Alan's calves both to hold him in place and force him forward, deeper into her drenched and throbbing pussy.

Realizing it was premature to get started again, he paused and said, "I'm sorry, but one more question. Why Amy? I can see why you wanted Susan and Suzanne to 'give me away' so to speak, but why did you make her the announcer?"

"Oh, that's easy! She's my Anal Pal!" Brenda replied as she wiggled her ass to invite him to get more active with his dick. She'd hardly recovered from her last orgasm, but she was more than eager for more.

Alan laughed heartily again. He roared with unconstrained glee, "'Anal Pal'. What the FUCK does that mean?! Someone's going to have to explain that to me one of these days."

Amy replied brightly from across the room, "It's like pen pals, but with asses."

Alan looked over at her to see if she was joking and discovered from her boisterous giggling that she was. He chided, "I'm going to get you for that." He wanted to tickle her, but he was too involved with Brenda at the moment, so he made tickling gestures in the air with his hands. "My life is so friggin' bizarre!"

Amy rushed behind Xania. "Oh no! Save me from the tickle monster!"

Still stalling for time, he prodded, "But seriously Amy, what do Anal Pals do for each other?"

Amy was clearly trying to think up an answer on the spot. "Well... When times are tough, we come through for each other. Anally. Like right now. Maybe you're tired and need some inspiration to really give it to Brenda. So... voila!" She turned around and spread her legs wide. Her ass seemed incredibly inviting.

Remarkably, Alan did find within himself a new resolve to keep going, in part because of Amy's sexy display. He muttered, "Hmm. Not bad. Not bad at all." Then he said louder, "I get it now. It's kind of like that show about superheroes on the cartoon channel, 'Superfriends'. You're like Superfriends helping each other out-"

"Except with asses!" Amy gleefully interrupted. Then she burst into laughter.

Alan grinned and rolled his eyes at all the incongruous silliness.

Brenda, meanwhile, had about four inches of leeway between Alan and the table edge. She started increasing her pushing back on his penis until she was essentially fucking him with her hips while he stood still. She was raring to go. Each small thrust of her hips made her massive breasts, which kept her both cushioned and elevated on the table, roll and wobble with the effort.

Just then, Katherine came rushing back with the gift Alan had already picked out for Brenda - a black choker. There had been no time to wrap it, but that didn't matter.

Alan took the collar from Katherine and said, "Brenda, my lovely tit slut, I have something here to symbolize your new status." He briefly held the choker in her field of view, then placed it around her neck and, with a loud click, clasped it into place.

If Brenda was happy before, she was positively delirious now. "Oh! Master! You're the best master ever! Good God! I LOVE IT! OH! Oh my gosh, I'm going to wear it forever! I'm never going to take it off!" Since she was lying on the table with a hard erection deep inside her, there was no way for her to kiss or hug Alan in appreciation. Instead, she began squeezing her pussy walls around him with all her might while rhythmically writhing her hips.

Despite the relative pause in the action, Brenda had been leaking like a faucet the whole time. Incredibly, one rivulet of pussy juice made it all the way to the tip of her left high heel before dripping onto the floor. Yet, no matter how wet she got, her pussy seemed to remain as tight as ever. She truly was a physical marvel.

Alan was a bit surprised to find himself fully fucking her again so soon. But in fact he really had no say in the matter since she was the one fucking him so vigorously with everything she had. Her whole body was sliding back and forth over the table while Alan remained relatively stationary.

At the same time that she began gasping with intense pleasure, she was still thinking about the collar enough to ask, "But Master! How did you know to get me a gift? I thought this was a total surprise."

"It was. But you don't think I didn't already have plans to make you my complete and utter slave now, did you, my tit slut?" It was bullshit, but inspired bullshit.

Brenda let out a great orgasmic cry of joy, celebrating that her master was thinking of her and planning to further tame her.

"Tit slut" - I really like that, Alan thought. He was thrusting in earnest now while Brenda was simply taking it as best she could and holding onto the table for support. He wished that he'd also been able to bind her hands behind her back, but to his surprise, right as he thought that she was putting both of her hands there, just as if she'd been handcuffed. It's like she can read my mind. She's imagining being bound, and I guess that's nearly as good as the real thing for her.

Brenda, being Brenda, was soon writhing and moaning as if in her final death throes. His vigorous thrusts soon propelled her forward down the table until her toes could no longer touch the floor. She loved the feeling of helplessness that created, knowing that her whole body was, in a very literal sense, under the direction of her master's penis now. Between desperate gasps, she cried, "'Tit slut'? Dear god, I love it! ... And my collar! And... Oh, Master Alan! I love you! ... Oh, but can you, can you, call me your ... tit slave? ... That would be ... so fan- fan- fanfuckingtastic!"

He answered in his best authoritative "master" voice, "Of course, my tit slave." He thought, I like the sound of that even better! "Tit slave." How many kids in my high school have an outrageously curvy "tit slave'" to round out their harem? Ha! The very idea is so preposterous none of my friends would ever believe it! Heh! Dang, life is good!

Brenda felt so slutty, so aroused, and so totally dominated that her mind was having a mental orgasm of pure joy at the same time her body was beginning a physical climax. The only thing that would have made her any happier was if her own son, Adrian, could have been there to approvingly watch her be dominated by her Master while he waited to have his turn with her. "Aaaarrggh! Uh! YES!" Brenda came hard. She was inspired as much from what he was saying as what his penis was doing to her.

However, Alan still had a ways to go to achieve his complete satisfaction. He continued to drive hard into her. Occasionally he would remember to spank her hard on the ass, just as if he was riding a horse and spurring it to go faster.

After a short while she managed to grab a hold of the table edge with both hands. That at least helped to keep her in position. She was beyond the ability to speak by this point, but she did manage some very sexy loud moans.

As Alan fucked, he thought, This is so much fun! Brenda's pussy is greatly underrated, literally overshadowed by her rack. I tend to think of her as all tits, or at least all tits and ass, but she's got the full package. Her hole is so buttery hot and easy to enter, but still she tightens up real nice. She's got some good moves too, especially when she's at least semi-coherent. Damn! She's surprisingly shallow, though. I'm ramming all the way in with every stroke. ... Damn! She really makes it easy to bust a nut. I'm not going to last long but I have to try to hold out just a little more! She needs this to be her best fuck ever!

Knowing that her ass was easily arousable, he plunged a finger into her anus. He knew that would elicit another piercing scream for joy, and he was right.

Brenda's whole body lit up like a firecracker. She was practically vibrating the entire table now.

Using his well-honed self control techniques, he managed to slow his stroking until he came to an almost complete stop. He was reduced to slow strokes of only an inch or two at a time. He needed another strategic pause if he wanted to last more than a minute or two of serious thrusting. But happily, his finger in Brenda's ass allowed him to keep her peaking sexually as he worked his digit within her even while his penis more or less rested.

While he let his body calm down a bit, he took the time to look around. The lights had been turned back on, but not all the way. Nonetheless, he could look around and see what everyone was doing. He noticed all the other women were back on their dildo-chairs and were all grinding away. That got him to wondering. The whole set of eight has been altered, with only one still normal. I assume we're going to go back to our regular chairs after tonight, but what if we don't? Is everyone going to be writhing and cumming through every meal at this table from now on? Somehow, I wouldn't be terribly surprised, what with the way things are going around here!

The image of that turned him on quite a lot. But more arousing still were the looks on the faces of all the women around him. To call each of them transfixed was a gross understatement. Kim, in particular, was absolutely transformed from her usual appearance. She couldn't have been any more obviously aroused if she was glowing in the dark. It gave her a luminous presence and increased her beauty.

Alan reached under Brenda and began fondling the tremendous tits she was pressing hard against the table. He continued to watch Kim bounce up on down on her dildo like it was a pogo stick as he fondled away. Kim looked so wildly aroused that he thought for a while she would pass out altogether. He thought, I'll bet there's nothing in the world she'd rather do than fondle the boobs I'm mauling right now. Except, probably, to do it while grinding down onto her dildo chair!

There was just too much sexual stimulation everywhere he looked for him to hold out much longer. His discovered that his body had resumed stroking into Brenda and his conscious mind didn't have much say in the matter. His middle finger poked into her ass in time with the thrusts of his penis. She obviously loved it, judging from the way she pushed her hips back at him with renewed vigor. But he still wanted to take things even farther to give Brenda a fucking worthy of the occasion. He leaned forward and said quietly, "Brenda, what are you?"

"A slave!"

He could feel her whole body shudder as she said this. Based on the way her pussy was clenching without any rhythm all over his penis, he had no doubt she was cumming again. He thought, Damn, it's just too easy for her. I guess five orgasms for her is about the same as one orgasm for a normal woman. He prodded, "And who owns you?"

"You do! Master!" she trembled as his hardness continued to plow her depths. She spontaneously blurted out, "And I love it!"

He idly noticed that Don Henley's 'Boys of Summer' was playing on the stereo at the moment. He found it odd "fuck your slave" music, but then again he couldn't think of any music that would particularly fit that occasion. He regained his focus and asked, "And why? Why me?"

This question was a bit harder for Brenda to answer. She had to think about it, at least a little. "Because you're the natural! The superior master! The supreme Fuck Lord! Look around. The harem! The harem!" It was hard for Brenda to even say this much, because she was already huffing and puffing like a steam locomotive. But she said it with tremendous pride in her voice. She made Alan's ego swell as much as she made his penis hard.

Alan realized again that he was going to cum at any second. To prolong the experience at least a little bit longer, he suddenly stopped and flipped Brenda over. He figured that in the traditional doggy style, it was too easy for him to penetrate her deeply. He figured that by fucking her lying on her back while he continued to stand, he might be able to last a little bit longer.

However, the plan didn't really work. Brenda was just too pleasurably fuckable, no matter what the position. After only another minute or so, he found himself starting to cum. This time, there was nothing like the way Suzanne knew how to squeeze him in the right spot to stop from gushing a tremendous cum load.

But still, he wasn't done. As his cum started to spurt out, he sped up, thrusting in even harder than before. That caused Brenda to start cumming again too (if indeed she ever completely stopped), which meant her pussy suddenly clamped down on his penis. He could tell she was having a particularly prolonged multiple orgasm because he faced yet more delightful resistance for what seemed like minutes, even as he continued to slam into her for every precious moment his hard-on remained. Somehow, on top of everything else happening, he managed to partially pull her hips off the table and resume spanking her ass while his cumming slowly came to an end. He wanted to give her the maximum pleasure possible. Even though he was having the time of his life, this fuck was for her.

At the same time, it occurred to him that he really was marking her as one of his own. He normally liked to spray his cum on a woman's face or chest to get that feeling of marking, but it seemed that this was taking possession of her in a much more fundamental and intimate way. They were bonding deeply. From now on, she would belong to him even more than she did before. That meant that he would belong to her even more as well, but he welcomed that with open arms.

While he wasn't sure yet if he could love her in the same way that he loved his family four, and he was glad that he had a different formal arrangement with her than "The Pact" he'd established with the others, he had yet to find anything about her not to love. He knew now that in life he'd come across many exceptionally beautiful and sexual women. But Brenda was all that and a good and kind person as well. He would never have committed to a formal and presumably permanent relationship with her if that wasn't true, no matter how good she looked. While he couldn't really say he fully loved her, mostly because he was still getting to know her, he felt confident that he would come to love her in time.

Alan felt his penis hit something almost spongy and resisting and, suddenly, the head of his spurting penis surged beside it and slid on past the obstruction. At that moment, some part of his mind told him that his penis was spewing the last of its contents directly into her cervix, the place where babies were made. Despite the fact that he knew Brenda was on birth control, the very knowledge that he was dumping his cum into her most sacred place seemed to inspire a new powerful spurt of cum to shoot out of him.

As his balls continued to churn and his fiery hot cum continued to pump its way out of him and into her body, he felt as if he were slowly falling. It seemed to him like he somehow was falling into Brenda and discovering the soft and welcoming depths at the intimate core of her innermost being, where she passionately received him into herself and gratefully received the liquid offering that sealed their fates together as Master and Slave.

CHAPTER 9

Alan slowly came to his senses. He wondered if he might have momentarily passed out from such an intense fuck. He realized again that music was playing. James Brown's 'Sex Machine' was on, causing him to think, Now, THIS is more like "fuck your slave" music. This should be my theme song, the way I keep fucking non-stop until I drop. He'd been on such a lustful high for so long that he wondered if he'd completely missed a song or two.

He looked around and at first naturally focused on Brenda. She seemed very content with her eyes closed, obviously passed out. She was soaked all over. In addition to several cum puddles between her legs, she was covered in sweat. His cum was slowly pouring out of her pussy, turning her crotch into even more of a lake of cum than it already was.

Not for the first time, Alan wondered how she could possibly drink enough fluids each day to keep up with how much she lost during sex. He'd also detected something squirting at the height of passion and worried that she'd lost control of her bladder and peed. But as he inspected her, he remembered that she had been known to ejaculate her cum on rare occasions. He'd heard that women generally only did that when they were extremely aroused, so he felt confident that he'd risen to the occasion.

He looked around and saw most of the others were up and taking care of things. The lights were turned back on to full, and all the stuff he'd sent crashing to the floor was being cleaned up or at least pushed out of the way. Still others were putting new cards, glasses, and snacks on the table. They simply worked around Brenda's nude form, treating her like a living table centerpiece. He wondered who else had climaxed, and how much they'd enjoyed it.

Amy came by and leaned over Alan. "Hey, Tickle Monster" - she'd decided that that would be her new, at least temporary nickname for him - "that was something, wasn't it? Lots of fun, I hope! You're not mad at us, are you?"

"Mad? Why should I be mad? Brenda is so much fun that she probably should be illegal." He looked over at saw Susan staring intently at Brenda's new collar instead of at him. He found that interesting, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Amy for long, given that she was bent over naked in a very alluring pose. She looked quite different without her usual hair band, with a wilder and sexier look since her auburn hair was more untamed. He liked it a lot and made a mental note to ask her to ditch the hair band more often.

Amy giggled at his joke, but then looked at him with a surprisingly serious expression. "I mean, silly, are you mad because we didn't tell you what we were going to do? We kind of made some big assumptions, but we all agreed it would be super great to spring the Brenda ceremony on you as a complete surprise. Tell me you were surprised!"

She finally stood up straight and jiggled around excitedly as she talked about the surprise part.

"Sure, I was surprised."

"Yeay!" Amy was so excited that she jumped up and down, causing her boobs to fly around in circles. Her nipples went round and round in circles hypnotically until her boobs started to crash into each other.

"Hmm. Well, it was kind of a surprise, but also kind of not. I mean, who didn't see this kind of thing coming? Brenda's so naturally submissive and her feelings for everyone in this family are so obvious. I was kind of assuming she would want to be a slave of some sort and that she'd join the harem sooner or later. That's why I had the collar already. But I must say it was a lot of fun. And the way you did it was a neat surprise, so thank you. I like all the surprises."

He remained kneeling on the floor and leaning against the table, right where he'd finished fucking Brenda. He was exhausted but spoke casually in an effort not to show it.

"Oh, goody!" Amy leaned over and playfully kissed him on the nose. She made sure to brush her sizable mammaries across the top of his head and then went back to laying out napkins and such.

Susan was overhearing the whole exchange and was very pleased as well. "Tiger, I'm glad to hear that. I was worried we'd overstepped our bounds. After all, you are the man of the house now by virtue of that big pussy taming cock of yours, and we don't want to force anything on you."

"No worries, Mom."

Susan smiled, but she said with more foreboding while looking away, "I just hope you'll like some of the stuff we have planned for later."

Xania spoke up. She, Kim, and Akami weren't helping to clean up since they were the guests. "I've gotta say, that was hot. Bravo! Every time I come down here I end up thinking, 'Why don't I come down here more often?' You all have so much sexy fun every day that it's not even funny. The fun is infectious, too. I'm almost reaching for the harem application form myself just for the good humor value alone. 'Brenda probably should be illegal.' Heh-heh. Alan, you're a regular comedian! And to think that you would doubt yourself for even one second. Mr. Supposedly Can't Even Get An Erection, you absolutely pounded her big tits into the table! That was a sight to behold!"

"Yeah, well..." Alan replied uncertainly and modestly. Then, concentrating a bit more, he said, "If you only knew half the stuff I've been through in the last day alone, you'd be amazed I could even walk. I have no idea where that came from. I guess I just get so inspired by all the love and all the beauty. I mean, look around. Look at everyone. And the jokes come easy 'cos we're having so much fun. But that's probably it for me tonight. I'm seriously going to crash. I'm sooo happy there's no school tomorrow. I'm going to sleep all day. Hell, I'm not going to get out of bed for the whole four day weekend."

Katherine, who happened to be walking by to bring a wine bottle to the table, stopped by Alan and leaned in. "Mmmm. Sounds like fun." She slowly dragged a hand across his back seductively as she added in a husky voice, "Big Louisville Slugger Brother." Then she giggled and continued on with her task.

Alan rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean it like that! You see what I have to contend with around here, Xania? I swear, I'm just going to collapse at any moment!" He joked, "Can you be a witness for my last will and testament?"

"Nah," Xania replied. "You're all talk. You're just getting warmed up. How much you want to bet that you'll cum at least twice more tonight?"

"Hah! You're on!" Alan reached out to shake Xania's hand and seal the deal. "What are the stakes?"

"Hmm." Xania said playfully, "Well, it's such a sucker bet that I feel bad in ripping you off, but I'll do it for selfish reasons 'cos I'd really like to cuddle up with you. If I'm right, then I get to sleep with you tonight. Just you and me."

"Is that all? And if I'm right?"

"Well, that's not going to happen. A mere two climaxes? With this crowd to inspire you? Ha! I laugh. But if you insist, I came down from L.A. in a pretty sweet red 'vette, if I do say so myself. If you're right, then you get to drive it for a week."

"Sweet! A Corvette? We have a car shortage in this family since Kat and I aren't allowed to get our own wheels." Alan had recently been given his father's BMW, but he still wasn't able to use it as it was tied up in the divorce settlement. He finally stood up and walked over to Xania. "Okay, deal. Let's shake."

Xania and Alan shook hands while Alan whistled the Prince song "Little Red Corvette" despite the music coming from the stereo ('Sweet Home Alabama' was just starting up). Then Alan sat down in the only non-dildo chair and pulled it next to Xania.

Xania thought, If I lose and he gets to borrow the car, that just might "force" me to stay down here a little bit longer, so really I win either way, heh-heh. Heck, just imagine staying in this oversexed house for a whole week. I wish I could take the time off. Damn!

As they finished shaking hands, Xania nodded towards Brenda's head lying on the center of the table and mumbled to him in a low voice so the others couldn't hear, "You know that collar? Nice thought, but you do realize now that everyone's going to want one, don't you?"

"Really?" he whispered back. "But I have some other gifts planned for tomorrow for everyone else. Like, I got this nice blouse for Susan, some sexy underwear for Suzanne, a big-"

"A blouse? That's nice, but it's not the same thing at all. Whenever you buy a ring or bracelet or something like that, a visible symbol of your love that can be worn all the time, plan to buy five. Five of the same general type of thing, but each one unique and special. It's just a feeling I get, if you want to avoid jealousies. Hell, maybe more than five, with the way your harem's expanding, you stud, you."

"But would Suzanne even wear a collar like that? It's such a submissive kind of thing."

"She might not wear it, but she'll be happy that you bought one for her, just for the thought. And if you buy something for everyone else but her, woo! Watch out! I don't see any rings or necklaces or any such things on your other lover. Bad move. Do you see how none of your women ever wear any jewelry? That's cos they're waiting for you to get them something instead of carrying around reminders of their earlier lives."

He nodded in agreement, though he thought, Now that I think about it, Sis was wearing a necklace with an 'A' prominently in the design earlier, though I guess she had to give it up as part of the poke-her game. I wonder what the story with that is. Where'd she get it, for one thing? What's the 'A' stand for? It seems like she couldn't wait for me to get her something. Now I feel like a complete heel.

Xania continued, "You gotta be more alert, kid! If Brenda's the only one with something like that, it'll be trouble. Mark my words. You'd better hope there's a store open tomorrow morning."

"Oh shit. I'm always thoughtless about gifts for some weird reason, but I'll definitely fix that fast. Thanks for the good advice."

He thanked his lucky stars that he'd recently called a nearby sex shop to arrange the purchase of a variety of extra large anal dildos. He needed them ASAP to use on Heather tomorrow and on into the future. The store had arranged a time for him to pick them up tomorrow morning even though they were closed for regular business on Thanksgiving. However, he wasn't sure when really big crossed the line into too big, especially in this area. Heather needed to be punished, there was no doubt about that, but he didn't want to hurt or permanently injure her.

He hoped that Xania would stick around long enough in the morning so she could inspect the dildos and advise him on which ones to use and what to do. He knew that Xania had far more sexual experience than any other woman he knew, even Suzanne, so he figured that if anyone would know about these kinds of things it would be her. Besides, she was a licensed sex therapist (or so he thought).

Additionally, he thought that he might be able to kill two birds with one stone to solve this new gift problem. Since he needed to buy gifts immediately and needed to go to the sex shop before Thanksgiving dinner, it seemed natural to pick up some gifts from the sex shop. He wondered if he might talk them into letting him do some extra shopping, especially for sexually themed collars and rings.

Akami interrupted Alan's thoughts. She didn't seem all that interested in Xania's bet, but was intensely staring at Brenda instead. "Sorry to butt in, but this is a very fascinating woman you've got here. Is she always like this?"

"Like what?" Kim, of all people, replied in a very defensive tone. Though she didn't know Brenda from a hole in the ground, she'd taken an immediate liking to her. Or perhaps an immediate lust would be more accurate, but either way, she was very territorial. She strongly resented Akami's implication that something was wrong with Brenda and let it show on her face.

Akami was quick to clarify, "Oh, I'm not accusing her of anything! I'm just saying... she's... interesting."

That calmed Kim enough to stop giving Akami a murderous look.

Akami explained, "I mean, medically speaking, I've never seen anyone cum so much. This is off the scale. I mean, doesn't she ever get too sore or sensitive? And such a powerful emotional response. She looks like Alan actually fucked her to death. I'd practically want to check her pulse, if not for the way her chest keeps heaving up and down in such a distracting way. And her bodily proportions! Is she all, well, natural? I can only assume she's got a good plastic surgeon, from her cute button nose down to her-"

Alan interrupted, "Nope, she's all natural. You can definitely feel it when you heft those puppies around." Alan watched Kim almost swoon as he said that. It appeared the mere thought of hefting Brenda's orbs was just about all Kim could take. "Pretty amazing, huh? I mean, she should be in the movies, though I guess they'd probably only want her in porn flicks. But if you see a picture of her mother, you can definitely see where she gets her curvy shape from. Oh, by the way, Xania, I almost forgot to ask: how did things go with Sean?"

Xania smiled, licking her lips with fond memory. "Funny you should mention it. I had such a great time. He's really-"

Just then, Suzanne walked back in the dining room and clapped her hands to quiet everyone. "Pardon me. Attention, everyone! Even though there's no school tomorrow, it is getting late, and some of us are wearing far too many clothes. I, for one, say enough with the cleaning. We're not trying to win a Good Housekeeping award here. Let's get back to the fun!"

CHAPTER 10

However, Alan quickly squelched some of Suzanne's enthusiasm. He said, "Why don't the rest of you play a few hands without me? The thing is, the poke-her game is so sexual and my penis is feeling painfully sensitive right now. Not that I'm complaining about the attention, mind you, but the way it gets rubbed so much, I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often. To be honest, I'm actually kind of worried about getting erect again any time soon. So maybe I'll just chill out in the other room for a while."

There were a lot of disappointed faces.

Suzanne, however, recovered quickly. She said, "Okay, that's too bad... but we'll carry on. We did say earlier that we could have a great time even if you weren't here, so that's what we'll do. We'll keep playing and when you're ready, of course you can join us at any time and we'll just deal you in again. Does that sound good to everyone?"

There were nods all around, including from Alan. He got up to go, feeling glum.

Suzanne saw his mood and quickly added, "Wait. Sweetie, I heard you earlier talking about your worries in being able to handle everyone. Don't consider this some kind of strike against your prowess. The fact is, you've absolutely slain Brenda. Look at her, lying there in the middle of the table in her cute little maid uniform. She's soaking in a puddle of her own cum. You've done great. But guys need time to recover between orgasms, even you. That's just a fact. It's especially true after particularly strong gushers like the one you just had. So relax and be proud of yourself. Oh, and if you go to the living room, please don't look under any of those tarps, okay? Those are some more surprises under them for you later. Oh, and there's some food waiting for you in the kitchen. I'm sure you must be hungry by now."

Alan thought, IF there's a later, which is a big if, the way my dick is feeling, I might be up for a few more surprises. I gotta at least hang in there long enough for them to unveil whatever's under that tarp.

But he nodded and walked into the kitchen. He hadn't eaten any dinner and discovered he was starving, now that he thought about it. He heated up the macaroni and noodles that had been set out for him, chuckling at the irony of the meal's simplicity compared to the elegant outfits the others had chosen to wear.

He quickly gobbled down the food he'd been left and made his way to the living room. Since the kitchen and dining room were basically one open area separated only by a counter, there was no way to ignore the poker game. Everything about it was too sexy and arousing for him to contemplate. At least in the living room he could turn on the television to drown out the sound of laughter and joviality.

But as soon as he sat down, he was surprised to see Akami come into the room and sit down next to him. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

He gestured to the open spot on the sofa beside him. "Please do."

Akami said, "Don't worry, I don't plan to arouse you or anything. I've been around men like Dr. Fredrickson - who, by the way, has been a good lover despite his other faults - long enough to know the sexual limits of men and the folly of trying to speed things up too much."

"So how is the jerk, anyway?" Alan asked. "Are you going to keep working with him?"

With that, Akami launched into an explanation of the fallout since Dr. Fredrickson's recent fall from grace. In short, Akami's plan was to essentially take over the clinic while keeping Dr. Fredrickson on for his credentials in a figurehead role only, and things were proceeding quite successfully. But it had only been two days so far, so the long term outcome was still very much uncertain. However, the doctor seemed to be resigned to his fate and was letting Akami make all the decisions.

Then Akami veered into other topics. She spoke about her hopes and dreams while Alan mostly listened.

As Alan listened to her he thought to himself, You know, Akami and I have been through a lot together, sexually speaking. She was my first in a lot of things. But the funny thing is, I've never really gotten to know her very well. This is the first time I've really seen her as a full human being and not just some kind of "sex nurse." And she's pretty cool, although I guess we don't have much in common. I wonder though if we'll get a chance to really become friends, or if she'll just kind of drift away out of my life. I can only handle so many relationships at once and it seems she's sort of getting the short end of the stick...

As they continued talking, Alan could still hear some of the sounds coming from the adjacent dining room. He was too far away to make out what people were saying, but he could tell the general mood over there and clearly the party was going great without him. That was a blow to the notion growing in his head that all the women's lives basically revolved around him.

But he thought, After what just happened with Brenda, my ego ballooned to the size of a small blimp. So I guess this is a healthy come down from all that "Supreme Fuck Lord" stuff, even if it's a bit of a bummer. I mean, it's like they don't need me, like, AT ALL. What a drag. You know, I wouldn't be surprised if Suzanne engineered this somehow. I'll bet she was the one who had Akami come in here with me too, and probably told her what topics to avoid and whatnot. It's kind of nice to have someone who's like a secret guiding hand behind the scenes, even if it can rankle at times, too.

About half an hour after Akami and Alan started talking, the telephone rang. Alan didn't think much of it; he assumed that no one would answer and it would go to the message machine. However, a couple of minutes later, he heard Katherine call out, "Hey brother! It's for you."

Alan was puzzled, but figured it must be an important call. He took his leave from Akami and walked into the dining room, because the nearest receiver was next to the counter separating the kitchen from the dining room. As soon as he walked into the room, he was hit by the aroma of hot and bothered pussy. It hung in the air like a fog and made him tingle with desire, but he did his best to ignore it. He took the phone from Katherine while making a "what's going on?" question with his eyebrows.

But she just gave him a mischievous look and lingered a few feet away. However, everyone was being quiet so he could handle the phone call.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi Alan. I hope I'm not calling too late?"

To Alan's great surprise, it was Christine's voice. He shot a puzzled look at Katherine, amazed that she'd taken the call. But she was playing coy and looking away with a big grin while reaching for the zipper to his shorts.

However, he could see where she was going with that idea and he swatted his free hand in the air repeatedly. He didn't quite touch her, but he prevented her from reaching her target.

Frustrated, she returned to her seat at the dining room table where she silently impaled herself down onto her dildo chair. She made exaggeratedly comic and lusty facial expressions as she did so while all the other women watched. She hammed it up so much that more than one hand had to be clamped over a mouth to stifle an explosion of laughter.

Alan was amused, but he tried not to give her the satisfaction of showing it since he was peeved at her for making him take the call. He looked up at a clock above the kitchen oven. It was half past ten. He finally answered Christine's question about calling too late with a simple, "Um, no." As soon as he said that, he mentally kicked himself for missing a golden opportunity to cut the call short.

"Oh good. I normally don't call anyone after ten, but I figured that since there's no school tomorrow, and, well, I'm just so busy thinking. I've been running this football player problem over in my head. I've been making some calls too, trying to get information."

Christine "just happened" to have come out of the shower and finished drying her hair when she called. As a result, she sat on her bed completely naked under her loose terry cloth robe with a towel wrapped around her head. She wouldn't admit to herself that she'd timed the call so she could be undressed this way, but that was obviously the case. Just the thought of talking to Alan with her robe hanging open made her feel tingly all over. She wasn't the kind of person to play with herself though when there was business to discuss. However, she did allow herself to luxuriate in the tingly sensations and the deliciously naughty feeling of nakedness.

She waited for Alan to say something about the football players, but he merely grunted in acknowledgement of her words. That was good enough for her. Full of eagerness, she launched into a description of the variety of people she'd called and what they had learned. She hardly let Alan get a word in edgewise.

While Alan was busy trying to listen to Christine's theories on the football players and related security issues, he turned his visual attention to the dining room table only about ten feet from him. The seven voluptuous beauties there were continuing their game (except for the still unconscious Brenda), but they were careful because of the phone call to do it without any talking or loud sexual noises.

He watched as a new hand began and cards were dealt. He tried his best to pay attention to what Christine was saying, but a lot of his attention was focused on the card game instead (and the partially or totally naked women playing it). The overwhelming smell of leaky pussy emanating from so many horny women and their dildo chairs wasn't helping his concentration either.

It somehow seemed, much like it did earlier in the evening, that the women were aware of him when he was watching them and were all showing themselves off for his benefit. Even though he stood a fair distance away, he still had a great view of most of them. Most were topless.

In fact, as he watched, Xania, nearly the last one with her breasts still covered up, appeared to win the hand. He saw her clap without making any noise, then stand up and pull the top of her dark green gown down. She was making a great production of it, a professional mini-striptease. She wasn't left with much covering due to the high slits on both sides of the gown that rendered her semi-naked even when she was supposedly fully dressed. When she finished, she began French kissing Suzanne who was sitting next to her.

Alan knew that Suzanne and Xania easily had the two longest tongues he'd ever seen, and he really wanted to watch them trade spit. The phone extension had a long cord and he found himself wandering closer to the table for a good view on the side opposite Xania and Suzanne, even as Christine continued to talk to him almost non-stop. He was only paying enough attention to say "uh-huh" at the right moments.

Both of the long-tongued beauties were big show offs, and it was obvious they weren't really kissing for maximum pleasure but instead were doing it to create a spectacle of themselves. By some mutual wordless agreement, they kept their faces a couple of inches apart from each other so the tongue duel between them could be clearly seen. At the same time, their hands were all over each other. Suzanne was totally naked and Xania was taking full advantage of that fact.

Alan thought, They're lizards! I swear to God, they're friggin' lizards! Jesus! Tongues like that are simply inhuman. I wonder how they met in college - did they hook up at some kind of Humans Born with Lizard Tongues Anonymous meeting or something?!

But showing off their tongues wasn't the only thing they were doing. Alan leaned over the table so he could watch Xania's fingers exploring Suzanne's clit and pussy lips.

But then he heard Christine say, "Alan? Hello? You're not spacing out again, are you? You were doing that all the time today at school."

"Um, yeah, I guess I'm guilty as charged. Sorry. I guess it's 'cos I've got a headache. It's really throbbing."

However, he put his hand on his crotch over his shorts and thought, I do have a throbbing head, but it's not the one on my shoulders. Geez, so much for my flaccidness problem! Xania and Suzanne are too hot together! I can't even imagine how steamy they must have been when they were college roommates! ... You know, it's like watching two cobras intertwined in some mating ritual, instead of just two tongues. I can't even imagine both of those on my cock at the same time. They'd wrap all the way around Alan Junior just like two dainty hands!

"...better to talk tomorrow then. Don't you think?"

Alan had missed most of what Christine had said, but thankfully he caught the tail end and made a guess at a safe reply. "Yeah. Tomorrow would be good."

Christine then said, "But we should find a good time, since it's Thanksgiving and all, and we've got a lot to talk about. Maybe we should even meet with some others, you know, get a posse together. What do you think?"

"Uh, maybe. Let me think about it." Alan saw someone turn a small hourglass timer upside down and then watched as Xania's head disappeared below the table edge into Suzanne's lap. Meanwhile, Amy was dealing out a new round of cards.

He thought, I can't believe it. Here I am, talking on the phone with my old crush while my sister, mom, official girlfriend, and more sit around topless and play with each other's scorchingly hot and sexy bodies. And there's a busty woman in a scandalously revealing maid outfit who says she's my slave lying passed out in the middle of the table after I pounded her full of my cum! What would Christine think if she only knew?!

No wonder I have to keep her purity from this sordid lifestyle. She needs to find some kind of virginal Mr. Right, and not dip into this cauldron of incest and harem slaves and God knows what else that I'm living in. I have no idea who that guy could be, but it sure as hell isn't me.

He said into the phone, "Um, you know what? Let's talk about it tomorrow and plan a time then, okay? I'm really tired on top of everything else right now and I can hardly stand on my feet. Today's been such an intense day." He didn't actually feel particularly tired at the moment, other than a general weariness that had been dogging him all day, but he felt it couldn't hurt to throw that in to help explain his long pauses.

"Oh. Okay. Shucks, I knew I was calling too late. Sorry about that."

"No, it's not you, it's me. Tomorrow will be better. Let's figure things out then. And thanks for being so concerned about my problems. You're a great friend." He pushed off everything till tomorrow because he was in no mood to even begin thinking about the football player problem at the moment, or his relationship with Christine, for that matter. And of course the poke-her party going on in the background ruined any chance for serious decisions to be made.

As he hung up, he thought, "It's not you, it's me." I can't believe I just said that stupid line. Ugh. I'm afraid though that she and I are going to have an "It's not you, it's me" kind of relationship all the way around. That's a real downer.

He looked at Katherine and flipped her the bird.

She teasingly replied, "'Fuck you'? Is that an offer I can take you up on right now? Or if you want me to fuck myself, that can definitely be arranged." She started bouncing happily on her dildo chair to playfully emphasize the point.

The silence imposed for the phone call was broken and several others began to speak up as well.

But Alan didn't stick around to answer any of them. He hurried back to where Akami was waiting in the living room before he got sucked into watching the results of the next hand.

He was relieved to leave the heady pussy aroma in the dining room area to the more low key smell of sex that pervaded the living room and the rest of the house. He was quite curious to see how the poke-her game would progress, but he figured that it was being recorded and that he could watch the parts he was missing out on now on video later. His overtaxed penis was grateful though that Akami at least was still wearing her bra and panties.

CHAPTER 11

As soon as Alan sat down next to Akami, she asked him, "Alan, how do you do it?" Seeing from his blank look that he didn't catch her meaning, she clarified, "I mean, before you came downstairs for the party Susan and Suzanne were entertaining us with stories of your sexual exploits from earlier in the day. I just don't see how you can handle it. Sex wears the body out like playing a sport. By the time you're done tonight you'll have burned so many calories that you must feel like you ran a marathon. As a nurse, I'm fascinated, not to mention puzzled."

Alan contemplated that for a minute, and explained, "Well, it's not all that bad, nothing like a marathon. But sometimes I do wonder myself how I keep going. I think it's a combination of things. For one, you may notice that I don't engage usually in much athletic or acrobatic sex anymore. The sex with Brenda was kind of an exception 'cos I really wanted that to be special. But generally speaking, the others seem to realize I can only do so much in a day, so usually they do most of the work while I just sit there. For instance, woman on top has become my favorite position, just because it's easiest for me. And, of course, this house is blow job central, which hardly takes anything out of me."

"Except for cum," Akami quipped, "which in your case is a very big exception."

"Touché. But it's unbalanced, even though each woman I love seems to love blowjobs, maybe because they usually have a great cum themselves while they're giving me one too. Still, at first, I felt bad about it. I guess I still do. I mean, it seems like I haven't gone down on a woman in ages. But there's just no chance in hell I could keep going at this pace doing it any other way. I'm looking forward to this Thanksgiving vacation so I can establish a new slower pace and give back a little bit more, you know? Less quantity and more quality."

As his eyes roamed over Akami's body, he continued, "But another thing is that my body has been slowly building up an endurance for this kind of thing. It's like... if you're out of shape you can't suddenly go jogging ten miles a day. But you can build up to it in a couple of months. Like, back in the early days, my penis was sore a lot. Sometimes I felt like I might even have to schedule an appointment with you about it. But I've slowly built up my stamina for that, too."

"Well, that may be," Akami conceded, "but what about the emotional toll? The stress of that wears the body out also. Even just feeling great pleasure can be extremely draining after a while."

Alan agreed emphatically. "I know, I know! You're telling me! I have so many joyous highs every single day. I should put my foot down and say 'no' more often, but how can I resist feeling so good? It's like a drug. And how can I resist the likes of you all? I guess I'm just a big softy, even if it feels like I'm slowly heading towards some kind of complete collapse."

"Wait a minute," Akami said with more playfulness in her voice. She put her hand on his crotch and playfully squeezed him. "You're big, I'll give you that. But a softy? No sir!"

He chuckled. "The trouble is, I AM a softy. I love my family so much, I want to make everyone feel good. I keep thinking that we're in a frantic phase right now and that things'll mellow out after a while, but it has yet to happen. Every day gets more and more crazy and I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever turn the corner."

Akami took pity on him and withdrew her hand from his erection while they continued to chat. She reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll have a talk with a few of the 'ringleaders' of this nefarious plot to constantly drain your balls dry. After all, I'm your primary medical caretaker for all practical purposes and I think a little bit of rest and relaxation is exactly what the doctor is going to order here. From what I understand, you're regularly overshooting your six times a day target so often that you don't even keep track any more. You don't need to keep up that pace. It's not healthy or sustainable in the long run."

"Thanks. I'm glad to hear that."

She winked, "Of course, I'm not going to fill out that prescription until you treat me to a little bit of nookie myself. I do remember a promise that a certain someone was going to 'get stuffed with hot meat,' no?"

She remembered how shocked she was when Susan had said nearly those exact words earlier in the evening, but now she was having to force herself not to be even more forward and blatant, mindful of Alan's need to rest.

He groaned, "Oh man! Have mercy!" But in fact, he was looking forward to plowing into her as soon as his penis was feeling a little bit better. It was definitely hard enough at the moment, but still feeling a little tender.

There was a long pause. Alan sat thinking while Akami sat next to him, waiting for him to speak. He finally said, "Akami? You know, about this whole six times a day diagnosis. Is that really on the up and up? After all this time, the more I think about it ... Well, it just seems so strange."

Akami very consciously remained still on the outside, but was freaking out on the inside. She thought, I can't tell Alan the truth! For one thing, Suzanne would KILL me. And I mean that very nearly literally! Plus, oh God! Susan would hate me, too! And Alan would think I'm completely unethical and never want to see me again. I might even destroy this wonderful sexual world they've created. I'll just have to brave it out.

She replied, "You're kidding, right? Do you think that I and Dr. Fredrickson would betray our medical ethics? For what? Why on Earth would we do that?"

Alan sighed. "No, of course I don't mean that. I'm just blowing off steam. I mean, why six times a day? SIX fucking times! True, I'm averaging more than that now, but when the crash comes, and I know it will, I probably won't even get close to six anymore. That's why I get so frustrated about this treatment, because it's just not sustainable in the long run."

Akami thought, Why did Suzanne have to pick SIX times, anyway? She really got greedy with that. Maybe she assumes everyone else has as a sex drive as high powered as she does.

She lied, "Look, no one ever said you'd have to do that for the rest of your life. The goal was to get your hormone levels back to normal. Once that happens, of course, you could cut back, if that's what you want."

"Really? Why didn't anyone tell me that?! I feel so much better just knowing that. Except nothing's changing, my thyroid levels must still be the same. I'm just as tired as ever. If I didn't take a nap today, I swear I would have dropped dead."

Akami thought, Heck, given the amount of sex this kid is having, anyone would drop dead without a lot of sleep. She said, "Alan, remember that in the greater scheme of things, being tired and taking naps is hardly the end of the world. Almost every single other patient who comes into our office would be happy to trade symptoms with you. You don't have to keep to the schedule if you don't want to."

Alan sighed again, more dramatically this time. "No, I'll keep going. It's like I was saying, I just can't say no. Look at these women here at the party. I mean, Akami, seriously, look at these women! Forget the tiredness, forget the treatment. That hardly matters now. The thing is, I just can't stop getting incredibly aroused by all these women! And I don't want to! I just wish there were 48 hours in a day or I had an identical twin or something. You're right, it's the emotional strain that's the toughest. I have no idea how those sultans of old did it. Keep a happy and satisfied harem going is hard work!"

Akami theorized, "I think those kings and such with large harems had very little contact with their concubines. They'd be off in one part of the palace and one or two might get called in to sleep with the ruler on any given night. I imagine very little emotional attachment, unless the guy had a favorite concubine or something. What you're doing is something entirely different. It's as if you've married four, and now with Brenda, five women simultaneously. Really intense emotional marriages. And then on top of it, I heard through my phone calls with Susan about your exploits with the rest of the cheerleading squad, your history teacher, and who knows how many other lucky ladies. That's why you need rest and relaxation, kiddo. Maybe for a while you should consider six times a day to be a maximum, not a minimum."

"Hmm..." Alan was very thoughtful and stared off into space for quite a while. But after more than a minute, all he said was "hmm" again.

Akami was dying of curiosity and asked, "What are you thinking so deeply about?"

"To be honest, not much. I'm just kind of letting my thoughts run off on random tangents. But you made a good point about having intense marriages. I'm going to have to think about that some more. A lot more. What can I do, or should I do, about that? I want all of them to be so happy. Looking into the future is hard. Things have been moving so fast that I can't even say what things'll be like in a week, much less a year." He drifted off into thought again.

Trying to distract him from thinking about the six times a day scheme any further, Akami commented, "You know Alan, when I think about it, your ability to love at least four women with all of your heart and soul is probably even more remarkable that your sexual endurance or stamina. We live in such a monogamous society today, but not you. It's like you've forged your own alternate reality. How do you do it?"

Alan asked rhetorically, "If you love your mother a lot, does that make you love your sister any less? Not in my book. Plus, my family four are all such great people that how can I not love each one of them so much?"

"Yeah, but there's the sex," Akami pointed out. "When people have sex, things change. For one, people get possessive."

Alan laughed. "I do get possessive, but it only seems to work one way. I can't bear to think of any of them having sex with another man, while I'm free to spread my seed anywhere. Hypocritical, huh? But that's how I am and I can't help it. Isn't that how most males are? We're a hypocritical lot when it comes to sex."

Akami and Alan then launched into a lively discussion about the differences between males and females and their relative hypocrisies and idiosyncrasies. They continued to talk for a few minutes until the party in the dining room began to break up.

In another minute or two, some of the women started to drift into the living room.

Alan looked up and turned his head around as Katherine walked in. "Hey, Evil Sister. What's happening? Is that it? Is the party over already?" He noticed that she was wearing nothing but her high heels.

"Nope, Big Lighthouse Brother. We're just taking a page from the Alan Plummer playbook and having a strategic pause. Phew! Things are getting pretty steamed up in there! You shouldn't miss it."

"Yeah, I saw enough, thanks to your uppity evilness," Alan replied with chagrin.

"Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" Katherine laughed manically, as if she were a mad scientist in a B-grade movie. "Come on, how could I turn down that opportunity? Miss Virginal Ice Queen meets the Poke-her Party orgy? I just had to see how you'd respond to that."

As Katherine teased and Alan complained, most of the other women were straggling into the room. Just about all of them held glasses of wine or champagne and were tipsy at the very least.

Katherine, Susan, Amy, and Suzanne were totally naked, but all the others were generally down to their last item or two of clothing.

Kim was the only one still wearing all of her dress because she'd merely won a hand or two in the game and didn't get any special compensations like Akami and Amy did.

Alan stood to greet them and to mingle.

Susan appeared to be quite inebriated. She came up to Alan and steadied herself against him.

"Son! Tiger! What a party, huh? You have no idea how much FUN I'm having! Look! I'm totally STARKERS! Heh! I'm in my bathing suit, er, I mean, my birthday suit! But you know, what's great is when, you know, everyone else isn't naked but you're BUCK NAKED and you're wearing high heels to BOOT! Ha! 'High heels to boot'? Did I make a funny? Heh-heh! I feel so nakedly naughty! Anyway, not only that, but EVERYBODY's wearing high heels 'cos that shows they're ready to get FUCKED by my big strapping son 'cos he's got a big tasty COCK! Oh God, yes he does! And he's just so BIG and HANDSOME all OVER that I want to bend over this couch and take it HARD up the ass 'cos it's so naughty and there are all these big boobs hanging out EVERYWHERE, great big boobs, and pretty women I want to eat ALL UP and oh my gosh we have to do this MORE OFTEN! Every night, even! Hey, why not?! What a GREAT idea!"

She swayed back and forth while she said all this, as if she was trying to get Alan to come into focus.

Xania, who had been guiding Susan through the room, took her hand again and said into her ear, "Come on, Susan. Why don't you sit down and rest. Let the overtaxed guy chill out a bit. Okay? Come on."

Susan got up on her own but then stumbled back into Alan. "Oh, hello there, sailor! Guess what? When I have a few drinks, I'm easy! Total fuck bait! You just might get lucky with your own mother tonight, you naughty boy!" She hiccupped and laughed some more.

She finally allowed herself to be pulled away by Xania and promptly plopped down onto one of the sofas to rest off her drunkenness. She reluctantly handed Xania her unopened bottle of champagne as well. However, she was sober enough to remain awake and aware of what everyone else was doing.

Alan was floored by the fact that Susan was drunk since he'd never seen her that way before. But there was something about it that was quite endearing. She was a traditional Midwestern soccer mom at heart (even though she was contained in an endlessly arousable perfect body). She actually hadn't drunk that much tonight, but she drank so little in her life that she had next to no tolerance for alcohol. Alan found it fittingly cute and innocent for her to have no clue whatsoever about drinking too much.

As soon as they were out of Alan's hair, Kim walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Alan! Hey. Wow. What a party! Damn!" She'd obviously loosened up quite a bit in the last half hour. She'd gotten over her stunned silence, no doubt with the help of a lot of wine. Her hand was on Alan's shoulder in large part to help her remain standing and if anything she was even drunker than Susan. She leaned in closer. "Alan. I cannot thank you ENOUGH for inviting me here. I mean it! This is like... well, no one would ever believe it! And to see my dream woman in the flesh! Holy cow!"

CHAPTER 12

Alan had no idea who Kim's dream woman was or about the picture of Susan that Kim treasured so much, but he smiled to pretend understanding anyway.

Kim hiccupped like some kind of stereotyped drunk, then continued, "And everybody else! I mean, no way! And they're all such fun! And Brenda! Jesus H. Christ!" She flailed her arms around for emphasis. "Can you believe Brenda?!"

"Believe what?" Brenda asked as she dragged herself into the room. She had ditched all of her maid outfit, because it had gotten too sticky and wet from her own juices while she was lying down and passed out. She walked right up to Alan and stood beside him. She was weary and obviously not yet fully awake. She ran her hands through her hair, trying to make it look more presentable. She appeared to have wiped her thighs and the rest of her body off with a towel or something similar because she wasn't soaked in cum and sweat any more.

"You're awake!" Kim exclaimed. Brenda was already standing near her, also right in front of where Alan sat, but she moved even closer to the busty woman. She brazenly gaped with total amazement as if she'd just discovered a corpse risen from the dead.

Alan felt a power rising through him with all these naked or half-naked women standing around. He didn't like the way Brenda was standing in a slouched position, so to flex his authority he barked at her, "Tit slave! Assume the position!"

The change that came over Brenda was dramatic. Her eyes went as wide as Kim's were and she immediately dropped to her knees. She sat back on her heels with her hands behind her back and her chest proudly thrust out. This was the same position she'd taken earlier while wearing the maid outfit. Just like that, she was fully awake and panting with lust. Her nipples grew stiffly erect just as quickly.

Kim had been briefed a little bit before the party began, during the last few minutes before Alan came downstairs to join in. She'd been told Brenda was a busty woman who was hiding in the basement, watching the video feed of the party. It was explained that Brenda was a submissive who was having a special ceremony and that Kim shouldn't say anything about her until that happened. But Kim had no idea just how remarkably submissive Brenda was.

She stared some more at Brenda kneeling and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Why is she like this?"

Alan explained, "That's Brenda for you. She's just likes to be this way."

"She does?! You mean you're not forcing her or something? What gives?!"

Alan said more patiently, "I know it seems remarkable, but it's true. I don't completely understand why she wants to be a sex slave, to be honest. But think about it. People have all kinds of strange tastes that are hard to explain. Think about people who are into sexual asphyxiation. Or get off on bodily mutilation, even. There's even a weird Japanese art film about that. So, compared to some, Brenda's not all that strange. Maybe some people are just hard-wired or imprinted differently to like different things."

"But still!" Kim just couldn't get over this, on top of everything else she'd seen this evening. The posture and bearing the stacked woman was taking just blew Kim's mind even more. Kim didn't feel any particular desire to be in such a position herself, but it made her feel yet more of an uncontrollable desire to ravish Brenda until they both dropped of exhaustion.

Alan regarded Brenda for a while and finally said, "Brenda, at ease. You can stand."

Brenda interpreted that as an order and stood up. She loved being ordered about. She still kept her hands together behind her back as if her wrists had been bound together. She just liked it that way. "Master, is there any way I can serve you? Any way I can please you?" There was such a spark of desire in her eyes that it looked like she might just up and jump him.

"Nah." Alan was still trying to take it easy. Seeing a woman as sexy and buxom as Brenda proudly kneel in eagerness to serve got Alan's motor running and caused feelings of power to surge within him even more. But he knew there were other women he needed to get to with the remainder of his dwindling sexual energies, especially Xania and Akami, so he figured he shouldn't fuck Brenda again this evening.

Susan was greatly enjoying Kim's enthusiasm as she watched while sprawled on a sofa. She said to the young teen, "Go ahead, touch them. You know you want to."

"Oh! Mrs. Plummer, can I?" she asked with awe.

"Sure you can. And like I said before, call us by our first names already." Susan was very pro-breast, so she was particularly happy to watch Kim's infatuation with Brenda.

Kim walked forward and put her hand on one of Brenda's prominently jutting boobs. "Oh. My. God. Brenda, I'm sorry, I should have asked. You don't mind?"

Brenda laughed. "Do I mind? I'm flattered. Fondle away. Frankly, I'd love it if you'd feel me up. My body exists now for the Plummer family and their friends. These breasts are here to be fondled, that's what they are for. That is, if it's alright with you, Master Alan?"

With her other hand, Kim reached up and fondled Brenda's new collar appreciatively.

Brenda was amazed at how much that turned her on. It was like her collar was a brand new erogenous zone for her. She cooed with happiness.

Alan had been staring at Katherine looking at Brenda, instead of staring directly at Brenda. He was very cognizant of the way Katherine was idly rubbing the front side of her own neck. It was a very unusual gesture for her to make, and Alan could only conclude that she was looking at Brenda's new collar and acutely feeling the lack of any collar of her own. She didn't look outright jealous, but on the other hand she was the only one frowning in the room. Alan redoubled his resolve to get more gifts in time for the big Thanksgiving meal.

He looked at Brenda and gave his permission with a dismissive hand wave. "Kim, Brenda is your slave for the evening too. She must obey your every command."

This got both Brenda and Kim extremely excited. Brenda exclaimed, "Oh Master! You're the best!" Kim began kneading Brenda's gargantuan globes with both hands. Her tiny fingers seemed lost amidst all of Brenda's sensitive tit-flesh.

Alan actually saw both Brenda and Kim's eyes light up as he finished saying that. He could still feel the sense of power surging through him and this kind of thing was only making that feeling stronger. It was so exciting that he actually felt the need to calm himself down. He knew that if he didn't, he would soon be acting like a cruel asshole.

So he said to Brenda, "Please, just call me Alan for now. While I've been sitting here, I've been thinking that I need to take steps to keep my ego in check. Hearing 'Master' all the time can't be good for my mental health right now. Did anyone tell you yet about the speech Suzanne gave earlier today where she lectured us on how we can't let the 'bad Alan' win?"

"Yes," Brenda admitted as she turned and stared at him hungrily, "I heard a bit about that from talking to Mistress Susan earlier." She slumped visibly from her busty up thrust stance and said dejectedly, "Okay, I'll try not to say that, but I'll probably mess up more often than not. I'm sorry if I'm an unworthy slave." She suddenly gasped with great distress. "Does that mean you won't call me 'tit slave', either?!"

Alan chuckled. "I guess I can call you that from time to time, if it floats your boat so much. Kim, what are you waiting for? Your tit slave awaits to serve your every desire."

Kim had let go of Brenda while she waited to find out what Alan would say, but she latched back onto Brenda's exposed breasts with both hands. "YES!" she screamed with a feral intensity. "These are the most perfect tits in the universe!" Funnily enough, she felt more than a little disloyal to Susan and her breasts, but she was too caught up in the excitement of the moment to think much about it.

Suzanne laughed at the excited teen and noted wryly, "Looks like you've got a new number one fan, Brenda. Hey Alan, how's Alan Junior doing?"

Alan had been sporting an erection since the Christine phone call. He was also happy for the break in the action, but things all around him were far too arousing for him to stay out of it much longer. He grumbled, "I don't know. I think he's on the verge of needing life support."

"Oh dear," Suzanne said with mock seriousness. She could see from the lump in Alan's shorts that he was just joshing, so she said, "With a serious medical problem like that, it sounds like we could use a nurse." She put a hand on her chin. "Hmm... What should we do? What SHOULD we DO? If only we had a nurse with us..."

Akami laughed at Suzanne's over the top melodrama. "Okay, I surrender. What do you need me to do?"

Susan, joining in the fun, said, "Why, you'll have to check on the health of Alan Junior. I think he may need CPR. That stands for Cum Pumping Resuscitation, as I'm sure you're aware. But you look overdressed for the occasion, especially since the rest of us have had a chance to shed more of our clothes while you've been sitting out the game." She giggled uproariously. Getting drunk apparently made her giddy.

"Very well," Akami said with a mock sigh. "Has anyone ever told you lot that you have far too much fun? If you keep this up, I may have to pick up one of those harem application forms Xania was talking about." While she talked, she was slithering out of her underwear.

Kim blurted out, "Ohmigod! I totally want one of those forms! And unlike you two, I'm completely serious!"

She was, too, though she also knew the odds of being allowed to join the harem were between slim and none. Kim was a very attractive girl, but as Susan had pointed out earlier in the evening, the women in Alan's harem were in a completely different league of perfect ten beauty. In fact, Kim had purposely done poorly in the poke-her game because she felt too shy to show her body off in front of all the others. However, Kim was filled with a new resolve to do anything necessary to improve her body and herself if it could help her stay close to this elite group.

Akami got on her knees in front of a standing Alan. She wore nothing but her high heels and a fine necklace. "Okay, what do we have here? I'm used to mouth to mouth CPR so I'm not sure what to do with Alan Junior. Hmm. I guess I'll just have to swallow the whole thing..." She promptly began a very vigorous cocksucking session.

The other seven women stood or sat around and watched Akami's head bob up and down.

Suzanne realized that it wasn't really fair to put Akami in such a high pressure situation where all of her other guests were doing nothing but watching her cocksucking and comparing Akami's efforts with their own usually very practiced and talented efforts.

So she said to Akami, "What's the diagnosis, Nurse Fubuki? You think he's in good enough shape for us to reveal what's behind curtain number one?" She pointed to the one tarp that reached all the way to the ceiling.

Alan could guess that the other tarps in the room covered up an extremely large bed that was going to fit in one of the corners of the room. But he couldn't imagine what this other tarp would be covering. And its prominent location nearly in the middle of the room only increased his curiosity further.

Since Akami showed no inclination to remove her lips from around Alan's dick long enough to answer, Alan joked, "Well, I'm thinking that the good nurse will probably take about twenty minutes to reach her verdict. But in the meantime, sure, let's see what you're hiding."

"Oh goody," Suzanne replied. "Katherine, why don't you go first? I don't think Alan has a clue just how talented his first sister is at... Well, I can't spoil the surprise, so let's just say I've seen you do your thing and I think you're perfect to go first."

Katherine clapped her hands, but then looked down at her lack of clothes. "The only thing is, you gotta be wearing at least some clothes to get out of for a strip tease. Aims, please put on some music while I just pop over to the underwear cabinet for a moment. I won't be but a minute. I promise!" She ran out of the living room as fast as she could go.

While Katherine was changing, Amy came into the room holding a lab coat and a stethoscope. She tapped Akami on the shoulder. "Um, I hate to bug you, but could I get you to try this on? I know it's a bit silly, but I've heard so many stories about the amazing adventures of nurse Akami, and I've never seen you in action in the whole nursey garb thing. Not really. Could you please?"

Akami pulled away and laughed. "Sure. Just for you, Amy, since you're such a cutie. 'Amazing adventures?' I wish! Where'd you get the outfit, though?"

Amy whispered something right in Akami's ear while the nurse stood up to put on the lab coat.

Akami laughed some more, then turned back to Alan, eager to have more sexy fun with him. She said, "I've just been told that I'm going to need a good seat with a view in a minute, so I'm going to claim the best seat in the house." She gently pushed Alan down into a chair a few feet behind him, because her plan was to sit down on his lap.

However, Amy prodded, "Wait! You've got to put him in the mood first! Do something sexy and nursey. I've never seen that before."

Akami was puzzled as to what she could do, but Amy was so earnest and fun-loving that she couldn't be denied. So Akami stood tall in front of Alan while wearing just the wide open lab coat. She didn't have an ultra-curvy body like Brenda's but she was deservedly proud of her firm and feminine shape. She wasn't too shy or in awe of the others like Kim was. Stalling for time while she thought of something, she mumbled, "As if he has to be put in the mood now." But then, fingering the stethoscope, she said gravely to help keep a straight face, "Alan, I'm afraid I have bad news for you. You've been diagnosed with an acute case of hyperstudlicockus."

Alan, happily playing along, deadpanned, "Sounds serious. Is that related to streptococcus?"

"Distantly." Akami replied gravely, even as she was finding it increasingly hard not to burst into laughter. She added in a clinical voice, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to perform a few tests. I may even have to take quite a few semen samples in the process. And we may have to use your penis to measure the tumescence of your penis with a very special procedure involving your nurse practitioner. If I'm getting too technical for you, I'm afraid we're going to have to repeatedly test how well your penis fits in my mouth."

"How will that help my illness?"

"It probably won't, but it sure sounds like fun." She winked. Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation of playing out these silly ideas.

Alan, still playing the straight man, asked, "What are the symptoms?"

Akami looked around the room, looking for inspiration until she thought of something. She joked, "Well, as you can see, it causes insanely gorgeous women to flock to you and take their tops off. The only cure is to have your penis sheathed in a tight and warm pussy. Preferably one of a trained nursing professional, so she can uh, gauge reactions very professionally." She was grinning from ear to ear.

"Quick," Alan joked, "you'd better sit down on me before the bra makers go out of business."

Akami shucked off her stethoscope and coat and sat down on his lap. She let out a long groan as she impaled herself down on his erection. She laughed yet again, but this was from the pure joy of starting a great fuck. She joked, "Warning: do not try this at home. Leave this treatment to the medical professionals!" She began to slide herself up and down. She realized with great pleasure that she was living out the fantasy she'd had earlier in the evening of Alan "taking and taming" her in full view of all the other women.

The remaining women took seats as well, all facing the mysterious central tarp. They all stared at Akami, making her increasingly aroused the more she looked around and saw people staring.

However, one woman was extremely uneasy: Suzanne. The joking about a fake medical diagnosis just to have lots of sex struck a little too close to home with her actual six times a day scheme. She silently cursed Akami for the careless joking. She at least consoled herself that everyone was so busy looking at Alan and Akami that no one was looking in her direction. Had she known about what Alan had asked about the six times a day treatment when he was talking to Akami earlier, she might have had a complete freak out or break down.

CHAPTER 13

Luckily for Suzanne, just a few moments later the lights went out and more music came on. This time it was 'Foxy Lady' by Jimi Hendrix.

There was just enough light for Alan to see the tarp being pulled down, but he couldn't see what was revealed underneath. Then someone flipped another switch and a spotlight shone in the middle of the room.

The bright light revealed a gleaming, polished brass dancer's pole stretching from floor to ceiling. An eight foot circle of carpet around the pole had been ripped out, revealing the hardwood flooring underneath.

Alan couldn't help but laugh. It was a laugh of both surprise and pleasure. But even more than that, he was incredulous. This is just craziness! Between the giant bed and this freakin' pole, my very own living room is turning into a den of iniquity! This is where we open up Christmas presents every year, for crying out loud! What if some stranger comes into the house? How are we going to hide this pole?!

But his thoughts were interrupted by Suzanne using her "take charge" voice just as Jimi Hendrix finished a verse of his song with the words, "You've got to be all mine, all mine, ooh, foxy lady." Her heart was still pounding with fear that her most important scheme could be discovered, but she calmly said, "Speaking of foxy ladies, the Plummer family is proud to present our very own foxy lady, the minx lynx, the feline Fraulein of feral fellatio, Katherine the Kat!"

Katherine stepped into the spotlight around the pole. She was dressed in a frilled tube top and red skirt, which seemed strangely ordinary at first, especially compared to the fancy dress she'd been wearing earlier. Remarkably, she still wore her high heels.

But then she started to dance.

This was no ordinary dance, it was a bump and grind so sexy that even the most experienced professional striptease would have been impressed. She was so physical that it quickly became obvious she chose these clothes to strip out of mainly so it wouldn't interfere with her athletic acrobatics.

Alan had no idea what a good dancer his sister was, and he was just beginning to learn. Up till now, he'd only seen her do cheerleading routines, and while she was very lithe and agile at it, those routines had no room for creativity since they were all about being in unison with others.

Her pole dancing was in a completely different league from her sexy but formulaic cheerleader routines. She repeatedly humped her hips and ground her crotch into the pole with an unmistakable lust in her eyes.

Occasionally, she would pause her gyrations long enough to lovingly titfuck, lick, and kiss her way up and down the gleaming brass pole, as if it were a floor-to-ceiling dildo substitute for the brotherly penis that was getting a very good workout of its own just a few feet away. But seeing him laying his pipe deep into Akami turned Katherine on even more and inspired her to dance with a true passion. To be honest, she was just as surprised as everyone else at how well her body was moving because she'd rarely ever let herself dance freely before, and when she had, she hadn't been nearly as inspired as she was now. But she knew she was good now, and the more her self-confidence surged within her, the more risks she took and the better she danced.

Everyone just stared in awe as she humped the pole like she was experiencing the greatest fuck of her life. In her mind, the pole WAS Alan's cock, and she was loving it accordingly. She felt like she had to get her naked crotch on it, and fast, or she would die. So she didn't take her clothes off in the traditional stripteasing manner, but more furiously yanked them off so her exposed pussy lips could rub against the cold pole right away. Her impatient passion showed through and made her stripping actually much more arousing than if she'd gone the usual slow route.

Alan, naturally, channeled his inspiration into plowing Akami harder and deeper. All the while, he didn't take his eyes off of his dancing sister for a second.

Katherine had worn underwear under her T-shirt and shorts in hopes of prolonging the striptease. She did grind a little while with just her bra and panties on, but her desire to get totally naked was overwhelming. Many professional stripteases end around the time the dancer loses the last of her clothes, but as Katherine threw her panties over her shoulder she knew she was just getting warmed up. She started to grind her clit against the pole in sync with Alan's prick sliding in and out of Akami's hot box.

Katherine climaxed hard against the increasingly wet and slippery pole, and for a minute or so she could do little more than grip the pole tightly and rhythmically slide a few inches up and down it. But Alan was still fucking with a steady pace and that inspired Katherine into a new burst of energy.

Then she removed her hair band. It was as if the sensuality of her entire body multiplied as her liberated hair floated and flowed around her like a dark and sensuous cloud, caressing her face and shoulders as she moved, both revealing and concealing her as she danced.

Alan's mouth hung open as he watched his sister swing, sway, and writhe around the pole. It was like she was making love to it in perfect time to the music. He could hardly believe how erotic his sister's movements were. He was equally shocked that she could be so athletic and agile while still wearing her heels. His PC muscle was getting a serious workout as he struggled to keep watching while somehow managing to hold off cumming into Akami.

It occurred to him, It's so right that my beautiful sis is nicknamed Kat because she moves with a feline and subtle grace. Yet it's like she's the wildest of wild animals, too! She seems so hungry; sexually hungry! It's almost like she's in heat or something. That's it, she's in heat! How perfect! My uppity number one fucktoy of a sister is a Kat and she's in heat!

Katherine finally kicked her high heels off. She'd been mostly standing in place while the rest of her body moved in every direction, but with her feet bare she began to get even more physical and outrageous. Soon she was flying and spinning around the pole in a celebration of her raw and unbridled sexuality.

Alan hardly even noticed that Akami was busy riding the pole in his lap, even though she was expertly grinding her hips in all directions while going up and down. He knew he was plunging in and out of a wonderfully tight hole, but his thoughts didn't go much beyond that. Still, while his conscious mind was elsewhere, the pleasure Akami was bringing him was definitely being felt all throughout his body.

Meanwhile, Alan kept thinking how much fun it would be when he'd get a chance to honestly tell Kat what a great dancer she was and see her eyes light up with joy. He thought, She's always knocking herself for being too "vanilla," but damn if this isn't something where she blows everyone else out of the water! At least, I hope she's the best. If anyone else here dances better than this, I don't think my heart will be able to take it! I can't believe we've been such a physical family yet somehow we managed to never do any dirty dancing at all. That's going to change in a big way from now on, that's for sure!

He was so transfixed by his sister's dancing that he completely missed it when Suzanne walked up to Kim, who was still fondling Brenda's breasts and seemed content to do so for hours while completely ignoring Katherine's dancing. He failed to notice a lot of whispering between Suzanne and Kim, Brenda, and Amy, which was followed by Amy leading Kim and Brenda out of the room and down to the basement.

Further, he was oblivious a couple of minutes later when Suzanne and Xania snuck up behind him in the darkness. He didn't pay any particular attention when the two of them grabbed both of his wrists and locked them in a pair of plastic handcuffs behind his back. True, he was aware of their hands touching him and moving his arms around, but he'd grown accustomed to stray hands on him in recent days and he just assumed someone else was getting frisky on him.

But only a few moments later, he wanted to put his hands on Akami to guide her thrusting hips and found out that he couldn't due to the handcuffs now restraining him. He paused, disbelieving his own senses, then complained, "Okay. Funny joke. What's the big idea?"

Suzanne laughed merrily in the darkness beside him. She was one of the few close enough to him to hear his complaint over the music. She cooed in his ear triumphantly, "Remember when you promised to me that you'd allow me to turn the tables on you? You know, where I get to be dominant for a little while and you get to play the submissive? Well, that time is now."

Alan gulped. "Uh-oh."

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