Christine's joy to find herself seemingly safe in the theater room with Alan was short lived. In fact, it turned to outright horror. The person who pulled her in wasn't Alan at all, it was her enemy Heather.

Heather stood just as naked as Christine, with her hands on her hips and a great big shit eating grin on her face as she examined who she'd dragged in. Joy and Janice, equally naked, stood behind her. The three of them had obviously been in the middle of some lesbian sexual romp when Christine interrupted them.

"Oh my goodness." Heather crowed. "What are the odds of finding Christine the Ice Queen streaking naked down the halls of school? I've never seen anything so hilarious in all my life! Ha! This is so rich! The school bitch has some kind of exhibitionist fetish!" Heather cackled some more, not at all unlike the typical evil mastermind "Bwa-ha-ha-ha" laugh in a bad B-movie.

Christine tried to cover up her rack and groin with both hands as she blushed and protested, "It's not like that!" She was so winded that she found it took her some time before she could continue. "I... was... being... chased..." She was forced to stop speaking and bend over to catch her breath.

Heather said mockingly, "Being chased, eh? You were just happily walking down the street, minding your own business, completely BUCK NAKED of course, when some people started chasing you? What a riot! You expect me to believe THAT? Hell, you look so delicious I'd chase you too if I saw you strutting your stuff in the buff. So what really happened? This I gotta hear."

Christine walked into the room a bit, still doubled over. With her chest wildly heaving, she looked up at Heather. This is bad. I don't know why, but I've never been so horny in all my life! Was it all those bouncing cocks? I mean, penises? The probing hands? The sheer joy of running for my life in the nude? I don't know what exactly, but it's bad because Heather's actually looking pretty good right now. Of course, I mean that strictly as one female sizing up the other, not in any lesbian kind of way. I can definitely see what Alan sees in her now. She's like some kind of mature Playboy bunny centerfold, no mere high school student. And Janice and Joy are looking pretty good too.

Finally, she collapsed on a nearby couch and managed to gasp out, "Can I... have some... clothes?"

Heather laughed some more. "Yeah sure. You can put on whatever you brought with you. Ha ha ha!" She gave Joy and Janice a sharp look to make sure they understood they'd better not loan Christine any of their clothes.

Christine looked up and saw the way Heather was looking at her, and knew fear. Oh no. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. She's sizing me up too, but in a blatantly sexual way. Which is worse, getting raped by the football team or by Heather and her flunkies? I am NOT a lesbian!

She knew that it wouldn't be easy to get past Heather, however. She could use her martial arts skills to physically overpower them all with ease and leave, but with Heather that would mean severe consequences later. Since Heather basically ruled the school socially, even Christine logically knew that pissing Heather off that badly was not an option. I'll have to play along for a moment and think up some kind of way out.

Heather sneered, "Come on, I don't have all day, virgin queen. Oops, I mean ice queen."

If there was one thing Christine hated, it was being reminded of her virginal status. It was far and away the touchiest issue in her life at the moment. Breathing a bit easier finally, she looked up at Heather again and said with determination, "First of all, I believe you called me the school bitch. Sorry, but someone else here holds that title. Someone else right around here, in fact." As soon as she said this she regretted it, but it was too late to take it back.

Heather's smile turned to a murderous scowl. "You're not exactly in a position to throw insults, prude! Somebody, or more likely, some people, are out to get you. They're hot on your trail. I can see the fear in your eyes. I'm your only hope. In fact, I think you'd better get down on your knees right now and beg for forgiveness."

"But-"

"Beg! Now! Then we'll talk."

She's mad! Certifiably insane! Christine thought, If I escape from here, I'll just run into the football players again and that IS worse. She really has me over a barrel.

As if someone heard her and wanted to confirm her thoughts, right then there was a loud knocking on the door. But it was only a couple of knocks, and then silence. The room in fact was so soundproofed that little more than knocking could be heard from the outside, unless one put one's ear to the door.

It was nearly impossible for anyone on the outside to hear them, but everyone in the room stayed quiet as a mouse for some long moments, just to be on the safe side.

Then Heather said to Christine in a near whisper, "A-ha! I was right. You're in trouble and I'm your only hope. So, are you going to beg or do you want us to yell for them and bring 'em over here?"

With a heavy heart, Christine fell to her knees. "I'm sorry, Heather. I'm sorry for admitting that you're the biggest bitch in school."

If Heather was upset before, she was beyond livid now. "WHAT?! Did I hear you right?"

Joy said a bit morosely, "Christine, that was dumb. Please stop before you dig yourself in any deeper. Believe me when I say you don't want Heather as an enemy."

Christine defiantly replied, "I know that was dumb, but Heather, you piss me off so much. You don't even know what kind of trouble I'm in yet, but all you can think of is humiliating me. Where's the 'Hey, let me help you in your moment of need?'"

Heather replied sarcastically, "That's probably in Disneyland, right next to the 'It's a small world after all' ride. Fucking get real. You need my help and that makes you my bitch, end of story. Don't think I don't know how you and your little goody-goody goon squad has been doing nothing but saying nasty things about me behind my back all year. And now you want me to play the Good Samaritan? Yeah. Right. I'm dying to know what kind of trouble you're in. But first I want you to lick my pussy. No, make that a sincere apology first, then lick my pussy."

In Christine's sexually overheated state, a part of her didn't seem to mind that idea too much. She found herself staring hungrily at Heather's moist blonde pussy, but then turned away. She thought to herself, I can turn away now all I want, but I can just tell that before I leave here I'm gonna be worshipping that hot little box. ... Oops! Did I really just say that? This is Heather we're talking about. Heather! I'm still so aroused from before that even Heather looks good! I need to buy some time so my body can calm down.

Christine barked with anger, "What? Heather, you're completely mental."

Heather smiled like she was holding all the cards and she knew it. "Am I? I'll tell you what. There's only one group that I can think of that would be chasing you naked. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I know you've been snooping around Ryan and his gang, trying to figure out their plans."

Heather walked towards her backpack and her clothes. She picked up her cell phone as she talked. "You know what? I've actually slept with Ryan in the past. He's not a bad fuck, as football players go. In fact, I have his number programmed in my phone. I think I'll just give him a call and ask him if he's looking for any streaking buxom blondes."

"No! Don't!" Christine said reflexively, even reaching in vain for the phone. It was far out of reach.

"Ha! God, you're pathetic. So I was right about that. I'm right about everything, which is why I rule this school. I think you should reconsider my offer. Apology. Then pussy. Or there's the door. Your choice."

Christine considered her options. Maybe I should just take out these three. Knock them all out and hole up in here for a while. I'll take Heather's phone and call for help. No. I couldn't do that, especially since Janice and Joy don't look too happy to be here but are obviously being blackmailed or coerced by Heather in some way. However, the phone. There's an idea. If I could call Alan, he'd be able to do something about Heather. The word is that he has ways to control her, and I'll bet those ways have something to do with filling her tight little pussy with steaming hot cock!

Christine knew or could guess a lot about Heather's sex life, but she was still unaware of Heather's growing lust for anal sex, so her dream reflected that.

She concluded, I just have to stall for time until I can get that phone! Alan will save me. It'll be so romantic.

She fell down on her knees. "Sorry, Heather. Really. My bad."

Heather just raised an expectant eyebrow.

Christine looked up plaintively and said in a desperate voice, "Please, Heather, please! Please forgive me. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything!"

Heather towered above her, reveling in her judgmental role. "Acceptable. Barely. Of course I know you don't mean it, but it's a good acting job. You have no idea how accurate your words are, though. You will do anything for me, now that I have you. In fact, let's see you start with some licking."

"Heather, why? You have Janice and Joy here to command. I'm not a lesbian in the slightest. I won't enjoy it at all."

Heather cupped Christine's chin with her fingertips."But why should I care? The fact that you won't enjoy it will make me enjoy it that much more. You've been kind of a loose cannon around the school. You're a force to be reckoned with, what with all those loser goody goody prudes who follow you around. It's time I bring you in line."

Seeing no way out, Christine scooted forward and began hesitantly licking Heather's pussy. She tried to close her eyes and imagine it wasn't happening, but it was. I have to imagine I'm doing something else to make this more bearable. I could be licking Alan's armpit. ... Yes. That's better. "Alan, how am I doing? You like this? I love you so very much I'll even lick your armpit."

Heather gave an evil smile to Janice and Joy, who were watching Christine closely. After less than a minute though, Heather said, "Good. You seemed to be actually getting into that. Am I wrong?"

"Of course you're wrong!" Christine replied with hot anger. But on the inside she thought, It's not fair. I'm not supposed to like it but I do! ... No, I didn't like it, I really didn't! Heather's beyond cruel taking advantage of me like this when I'm weak and winded and all sexed up. All this nakedness. Just knowing that I'm naked in the middle of school right now is such a turn on alone. It's a downright injustice that her pussy juices don't taste half bad. They ought to be as rancid and bitter as her heart, but they're not. But I will get my revenge!

Heather commanded, "Now lie down on the ground and prepare to get fucked. Janice, see if you can scare up a strap-on in my backpack. Joy, start to warm up Christine's pussy while she tells me about her recent travails. As for me, I'm gonna check out Christine's knockers for myself. I've heard that they're all real, but that can't be true."

Again seeing no choice, Christine lay down. Once again, she tried to imagine it was Alan who was ravaging her. Only now she had to imagine two Alans. She pictured one licking her pussy while another one groped at her breasts. She found it didn't feel half bad. In fact, she could almost enjoy it, but only so long as she imagined it was Alan. Every now and then she was reminded some of the touching was coming from Heather, and that nearly made her ill. It was especially hard to forget that fact because Heather kept talking.

Both of Heather's hands tried to cup Christine's breasts but there was more mammary flesh there than her hands could hold. "Damn. Well I'll be. They do feel real. And they feel good. Janice, you've gotta heft these puppies, I think they're even bigger than mine. I could play with them all day."

Christine could feel a third and then a fourth hand on her chest as Janice obviously took Heather's advice. Stupid breasts, again! Everyone's taking turns feeling me up, like my boobs are some kind of community resource or something. Imagine that: what if I had to go to school topless every day and all the other students could play with my chest all day long? Not to mention teachers! Or better yet, what if I had to go to school completely naked like I have today?

Christine could scarcely believe how aroused these thoughts, and all the hands vying to play with her nipples, were getting her. She hoped Joy would get up and join in so thirty fingers could wander over her chest at once.

After happy groans and moans from everyone involved, Heather said, "As fun as this is, I want to finally hear your tale of woe, too. What did you do to piss Ryan off?"

So Christine told her story. She was so smart that she could talk about one topic while thinking about a completely different one if she willed herself to do it. Even more impressively, she continued to talk and think coherently while Heather suckled, licked, teased, and tormented her outrageously erect nipples.

As she talked, she was thinking, I wonder how long I'm going to I have to put up with this horny bitch. Why won't she just leave my breasts alone? If I can't get to a phone, how long are those thugs going to search the school for me before they give up? One hour? Two? I don't see them as the patient types, but Ryan is pretty conniving. I don't think he'll give up easily.

Let's say I have to put up with being Heather's plaything for one hour. The key is, I have to turn into such a raging lesbian slut that Heather will pass out from all the huge orgasms I give her. Then I can easily steal some of her clothes and make my getaway. Oh, that'll be fun, leaving her here naked, heh-heh. Maybe a few of those guys will still be scouting the school and they'll find Heather in the buff! That'd be poetic justice, if they give her the punishment they'd intended for me.

She paused, and considered, That wouldn't be so bad, wouldn't it? One hour in the arms of Heather? Two, maybe, on the outside?

While she was thinking, Heather lowered one of her hands to Christine's groin and began playing with the blonde virgin's clit.

With new waves of pleasure surging through Christine's whole body, she thought, Heather's not ALL bad. It could have been a lot worse sucking and stroking all those big hard cocks and then getting fucked in every hole, over and over, climaxing and screaming so many times, just taking so many long, hard fucks until I couldn't walk. ... Actually, that doesn't sound so horrible either! Maybe I could even learn something with her, like how to be a good kisser, or how to be sexy. Then Alan might want me...

Or is this just another pathetic justification? I can't deny the way my pussy is throbbing and my heart is pounding even though I've recovered my breath. She's all over me like an octopus, and the way she's making me feel as she fingers my clitoris and keeps up that damn nibbling of my left nipple.... Oh God! I have to be strong. ...

She tried to recall just what a bitch Heather was, but her mind focused more on what Heather's hands and mouth was doing to her, and everything else seemed increasingly hazy and irrelevant. Maybe I should just resign myself to doing whatever Heather tells me to do, because everyone knows there's no way to best her. She's too ruthless. In a way, I'm actually more scared of her than the whole football team. I'll just let her get me off with her fingers... The fingers of another woman sliding in and out of my pussy lips feels so much better than my own! This isn't really anything lesbian; it's just like masturbating except with someone else's hands, right?

However, no sooner did Christine finish thinking that than she caught Janice waving at her.

Janice was sitting on a couch behind Heather, fishing through Heather's backpack. But not only had she pulled out the strap-on, she'd pulled out Heather's phone. Janice picked up the phone and started scrolling through Heather's address book. Then, apparently finding the number she was looking for, she dialed it.

Christine then heard Janice whisper a word almost imperceptibly into the phone. Her heart leapt as she surmised from Janice's lips that the word was "Alan."

Then, giving the thumbs up, Janice left the phone on and pointing towards the rest of them. Finally, Janice flipped the bird at Heather's back, picked up the dildo, looked with sympathy and understanding at Christine, and rejoined the group.

Christine was overjoyed at Janice's actions, It strengthened her resolve to resist Heather. That's almost exactly what my plan was! But I couldn't get to the phone without Heather suspecting since she won't give me a minute alone. Now, knock on wood, I'll only have to put up with ten minutes or fifteen minutes of Heather's orgasmic fondling and kissing before Alan comes to rescue me! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Janice!

Even as Christine was thinking this, she was explaining to Heather what had happened to her. She didn't want to go into too much detail for fear that the more Heather knew, the more Heather could use against her. Plus, she told herself she didn't want to relive her recent trauma. However, she found herself more aroused than anything thinking about those nine dicks constantly brushing up against her naked body.

After she finished explaining her escape, she found herself describing her "sexual torment" in more detail in response to some questions from Heather. Before long, she was breathlessly describing all of the "big cocks" that brushed over her. Her descriptions quickly turned purely pornographic.

Heather joined in, describing from personal experience how good it felt to be fucked by some of the dicks Christine was describing. She began pistoning her fingers in and out of Christine's slit in a manner that more obviously mimicked the fucking she was describing. (Christine by contrast wasn't doing much with Heather's body except running her hands all over it, but Heather knew that would change the hotter she was able to get Christine.)

As everyone began to pant louder from all the arousing talk and touching, Heather suddenly stopped everything. She said, "Enough talk! Christine, we don't have to just talk about how good you'd feel getting seriously fucked, we can show you. Have you ever heard of a strap-on? Lucky me. I've always wanted to do you but I never thought I'd get the chance. I'm gonna relish this! Janice, where's that strap-on?"

"Right here." Janice muttered. She had no choice but to hand the strap-on over. She grimaced apologetically in Christine's direction when Heather's back was turned.

CHAPTER 2

Christine was right on the edge of a climax and her brain was foggy with lust, but she fought it like a drowning swimmer struggling to reach the surface of the ocean. If I know one thing, it's that I'm not going to lose my precious virginity to Heather, of all people! I don't care that I'm actually starting to enjoy touching her body; she's crossing the line and going way too far! My hymen can only be broken once and only Alan should be allowed to be a part of that experience. I need a distraction! I'm just gonna have to grin and bear it and be such a good nympho cunt slut for her that she'll forget all about the strap-on.

Suddenly, Christine bolted upright. "Heather, you know what? I'm actually really getting off on this lesbian stuff. And I gotta say it's so inspiring and SEXY the way you're completely comfortable with your amazing centerfold body. Make love to me!" She threw herself at Heather, kissing her fully on the lips.

Heather was taken aback at first, but quickly recovered. She looked into Christine's eyes and saw genuine and undisguised lust there. Heh-heh. My plan is working. She's a ripe fruit ready to be picked. Heather soon began kissing back with equal intensity.

Although Christine had never kissed on the lips in real life, in her dream she kissed as well as any woman ever could.

The two of them ended up rolling around on the ground, leaving Janice and Joy behind.

Christine kept thinking about Alan. Before long, she was half convinced she really was with Alan. She kept her eyes closed to help keep that distracting fantasy alive. Oh Alan, you kiss so well! It's everything I dreamed about and more! And your hands all over me - I love it!

But there was a bitter undercurrent because all the while some part of her was very aware that it was Heather she was necking and fondling with, not Alan. She struggled to stay aware of her real surroundings enough to make sure that Heather's strap-on remained unused on her.

Though it was hard to tell how much of it was the fantasy of Alan or the real touches and feeling of Heather, she found herself getting hotter and hornier with each passing minute. She'd been trying to avoid touching Heather's most private parts, but she at some point during the kiss she discovered her fingers pushing in and out of Heather's pussy. She imitated what Heather had been doing to her pussy for several minutes already, and soon the two of them were pleasuring each other in perfect rhythm.

She tried to tell herself she was doing this only to avoid the strap-on, but it was getting harder to deny the extreme pleasure coursing through her entire body. Alan doesn't have a pussy! I can't pretend about that. But I'm getting Heather off and that feels good. She's gonna cum, because of me! That's such a thrilling power. And the way she's making me feel! She may be a bitch, but dammit, she's a sexy bitch! And the way our breasts rub together, the way my nipples are nearly burning, pushing into hers, I love it! Am I a lesbian? Maybe. I don't know. I don't care! Just kiss me more, Heather!

It didn't hurt that once they'd stopped rolling around, Janice and Joy had joined in. Christine wound up on top of Heather. She felt hands on her back, in her hair, and especially on her butt.

Oh no! someone's finger is going up my butt, and it feels GOOD! Who's doing that? Janice? Joy? Whoever you are, don't stop! Deeper! Push your finger in all the way! God, I'm such a slut! I knew this would happen if I ever gave in to temptation. Alan, where are you?!

Christine moaned out loud, "More! More clit! Heather, you feel so good but you're ignoring my clit. That's how I get off at home and I need to get off so bad. Won't you just play with it a little?"

Heather tormented and teased her helpless prey as she kissed her way down Christine's firm stomach. "Maybe I don't want you to get off just yet."

"Please? Pretty please?! If I don't cum soon, I'm going to die!"

Heather flashed an evil smile. "Well, okay, since you asked so nicely." She continued kissing her way down to Christine's clitoris, then stopped there and began tugging on it with her teeth. At the same time, Heather pumped away into Christine's slit with two fingers.

It didn't take much of that to get a reaction. Inwardly, Christine screamed with a powerful mixture of joy and regret, Oh no, not again! I'm gonna cum! No! I want my first cum with another person to be with Alan! Alan my love, save me! Save me! Please! Save meeeee!!

Christine came hard. Her hips pumped furiously into Heather's head and hand. Rather miraculously, despite all the wild movement, Heather was aware that Christine's hymen hadn't been broken and she took care not to break it now with her pumping fingers. But Christine was so beside herself with sexual excitement that she hardly noticed or cared.

All she knew was how good she felt. As she lay on the floor gasping for air and trying to recover, she thought, I had Heather all wrong. Her touch is like magic - everywhere! I'm on fire. Tingling! And her kiss. I wanna kiss her forever! Hate the bitch and her evil brain, love the body.

Where's that strap-on? I'm ready for it now. I don't care who fucks me as long as someone fucks me. Hard! Now! Maybe I am bisexual, but there's nothing wrong with that. Is there? Would it be so bad to be Heather's lover? She obviously has access to this room. Every day after school we can meet here and fuck each other silly. The four of us, even. Or more! I don't care who! I just need it!

Christine came up for breath and said, "Ropes! Does anyone here have some rope?"

Heather asked, "Rope? You mean like string? That kind of rope?"

"Exactly. I need to be tied up. I've been bad. I'm such a nasty girl. I want you to tie me up and then fuck my brains out with that strap-on!" She rolled on top of Heather, ready for more.

"Okaaay..." Heather said hesitantly at first. But then, seeing Christine was sincere, she barked to Joy, "Rope! Now! Hurry it up."

Christine added, "Oh, and I want you to bind my breasts too, with ropes above and below them. They've been the cause of all my troubles today and they need to be punished. I want you to really get rough with them. Pull and bite my nipples; I love to do that to myself."

As Joy scurried off, Heather leaned in, pressing her nose almost up to the tip of Christine's. "Damn. You're sexy, you know that? Rope? Kinky. I like. I have no idea where you got the 'ice queen' name, because you're anything but. This isn't at all what I expected to happen, but I guess, like everyone else, you just can't resist the Heather charm." She grinned then kissed Christine square on the mouth.

Soon the two of them were thrashing around on the floor again.

Christine decided that she positively loved pussy licking in general and the taste of Heather's musky nectar in particular. She no longer had to think about Alan to stay aroused, not in the slightest.

Once again, Janice and Joy had to do Heather's dirty work. They were assigned the task of tying Christine up. Janice in particular took her sweet time about it, repeatedly making mistakes.

Oh, how sweet, Christine thought. Janice is still trying to save me. If only there was some way I could convey to her without embarrassment that I don't need to be saved any more. I need to be FUCKED! The beast within me has been unleashed and there's no going back.

Just as the ropes binding Christine's hands behind her back were done (her legs were left free), there was a knock on the door. It followed a particular pattern, obviously signifying some kind of secret code.

Christine realized, That's Alan! I forgot all about him! How sweet. He's trying to save my slut ass too. Well, that's much the better. What started out as a horrible day is really coming around. Alan can be the one to take my virginity after all, and then Heather can have her turn with me. That's much better than the strap-on idea, though we can do that later, heh-heh. My first orgy! God, why didn't anyone tell me that sex is so much fucking FUN?!

CHAPTER 3

Alan let himself in before anyone could answer the door.

He barged in, looking angry. He frantically looked around the room for Christine, but could scarcely believe his eyes when he found her. Not only were her wrists loosely tied together behind her back, but she was on her knees in front of Heather, licking at Heather's pussy.

For her part, Heather just looked at Alan and smiled a big cheshire cat grin at him as her hands languidly guided Christine's head between her thighs.

He rushed straight to her in a panic and stood above where she lay. "Christine! What happened?! What did Heather do to you?!"

Christine paused in her lapping to say, "Relax. It's nothing to worry about. I'm loving life! I kind of tricked you to come here." She only briefly turned to look him in the eye and smile. Then she redirected her attention back to Heather's bare pussy.

Alan briefly shot an angry look at Heather, who just stared back with a shit-eating grin. "So you're not in trouble?" he asked, stunned. "I don't believe that." Very gallantly, he was trying to look anywhere but at Christine's bound and naked body.

"Believe it," Christine said blissfully as she stared at Heather's labia with great hunger.

Alan was completely aghast. He'd actually balled his hands into fists, expecting to have to fight Heather and the others to win Christine's freedom. "This is insanity!" he shouted. "Christine, you must be brainwashed or something! Mind control!"

Christine craned her neck around to look at him again. "Alan, that's so cute. I'm so happy you're ready to fight for me, but lower your fists. Trust me, I'm having a great time. I can't wait for you to join in."

"Prove it!" He still stood in a fighting posture but was feeling less sure of himself.

"How can I prove it? I know, kiss me."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Well okay, but just a kiss." Alan finally dropped his fists.

Heather, smirking triumphantly, stepped back.

Since Christine was bound and kneeling, Alan was forced to sit on a chair and put her in his lap to comfortably meet her lips. It was more than a little distracting, especially the way her breasts and pretty much all the rest of her was heaving up and down.

Alan looked deeply in her eyes and saw a great hunger. There's something very odd going on here, he thought. But he couldn't even begin to conceive of Christine willingly doing anything sexual with Heather being there, let alone WITH Heather, so his guard was down. He didn't even consider taking any of his clothes off because he planned on giving her nothing but a chaste kiss to prove his point.

However, as soon as Alan's lips touched Christine's it was like they'd both been jolted with an electric shock. Alan was puzzled, but it was much too enjoyable to seriously consider stopping.

Christine's arms were bound, something she was regretting intensely at that moment since she wanted to wrap them around him with all her might. However, her legs were not, so she wrapped them around him instead. She even began bucking her hips at his lap just as if they were having sex already.

Alan didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't exactly complaining.

His erection was urgently straining inside his shorts, so he slid them off his legs. He redoubled his efforts with his kissing, and since she wore no clothes, soon his hands were exploring her most wonderful places. Like everyone else, his hands first went to her enormous E-cups, the breasts that he'd been dreaming about and masturbating over for more than a year. Since he wore no shorts either, he found himself all but dry humping her.

Christine thought, Yes! This is what I've been waiting for! No matter that Alan has so many voluptuous lovers. The feel of his big thing sliding in my ass crack, it's better than all those football players and their hot dicks sliding all over my body combined! And the way he gropes my breasts like he owns them - of all the dozen or so people who have played with my breasts today, his touch is the best!

She laughed out loud at the absurdity of that thought. I don't care any more; I love that everyone wants to fondle me! Gaaawd, I'm gonna cum already! My Alan! Do me more!

Christine started wiggling her hips even more in an effort to slide up so Alan's dick could better rest against her pussy lips. But in so doing she found herself falling out of his lap.

The two of them wound up on the floor, but they were so into each other that the fall hardly bothered them. In fact, they barely even broke their kiss. They continued to French kiss for a minute or so.

Then Alan felt a stray hand on his ass.

Soon there were two hands there, cupping his ass cheeks. "Mmmm. What a cute ass. How do you like her, Alan? She's hot to trot, isn't she?" It was Heather.

Alan wanted to ask her, "What have you done to Christine?" but he wanted to keep kissing Christine even more. So that's what he did.

Encouraged by his silence, Heather continued to fondle his butt as she said, "I know what you're thinking: 'Christine and Heather? What?!' I was thinking the same thing. But isn't it great? She's MY titty slut now, but I'll let you play with her all you want, Alan, as long as you're nice to me. Aren't you my titty slut, Christine?"

Christine was also far too busy necking to say anything. She let out a great big "MMMM!" that could have meant almost anything, if it meant anything at all. In fact, it was much more a response to Alan's fevered kissing and the sheer naughty idea of being a "titty slut" than any attempt to actually respond to Heather.

Heather knew she wasn't likely to bring Christine to heel, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to try. She was getting off on the idea in any case. She slid her hand up along the inside of Alan's thighs and made a beeline straight to his penis. She grasped it and jacked it off for about a minute until she was sure that his resistance to stop the proceedings was gone.

Finally, Christine stopped kissing to catch her breath then said, "I may be a titty slut, but I'm Alan's titty slut first. Alan, I know how you've stared ravenously at my chest for so long. I pretended not to notice, but secretly I was flattered and delighted. Now you can have my breasts - and the rest of me - any time you like!" She leaned forward and pushed her tongue deep into Alan's throat.

While Christine couldn't do anything with her hands, after a couple of minutes of the most fervent necking imaginable, she was athletic enough to manage to roll on top of him. She had help from Heather to make the move because Heather wanted access to Alan's privates.

After Christine rolled on top, Heather let out a jubilant "Goody!" and wedged her head in between all four legs of the necking couple. She squirmed her whole body in between them until they widened their legs and accepted her there. Then she started sucking Alan's dick while one of her hands occasionally reached out to Christine and worked on her clit or teased her increasingly sensitive labia.

Even as Heather was busy doing that, Alan finally calmed down enough to break the kissing off and gasp, "Christine! What's going on?!"

"An orgy, that's what! Alan, don't even THINK about that 'not wanting to fuck me' stuff. I need to be nailed TODAY and I need to be nailed GOOD! If you don't take my virginity then Heather's strap on will and I so very much want you to be my first. Please? Pretty please? Turn me into one of your Alan sluts. I wanna join your harem. I wanna join the SA Club. I even know what it means and I love it: the Service Alan Club!"

"How do you know that?"

"Never you mind. I know a lot more than you realize; I've been secretly watching you for a while now. Just hurry up and fuck my brains out already!"

"Actually, I think someone beat me to it," Alan said with a touch of regret. "You're totally out there mentally. What happened to, you know..."

"The frigid Christine?"

"I wasn't going to put it exactly that way, but there's an element of-"

"Screw her! You know the stereotype of the repressed bespectacled librarian who finally lets her hair down and turns out to be an insatiable nympho? Well that's me! And Heather? I was all wrong about her. I wanna be your slut and Heather's too! Let's have orgies! Lots and lots of orgies. Just the three of us! Don't you want to have two blonde titty sluts at your beck and call every day at school? I know what goes on in the theater room. This is where you're going to plow both Heather and me before, during, and after school as much as you want! I need to feel your monster manhood completely filling me! Please!"

Alan tried to look at Heather, but her face was buried deep in his groin and all he could see from underneath a frenzied Christine was a bit of Heather's ponytail. She was jacking off the lower half of Alan's erection while licking the top half, and as her hand went up and down her knuckles roughly brushed Christine's slit. "Heather? Did you do this? Did you give her a drug or something?"

Heather pulled away from her happy cocksucking. She laughed. "Well, I'll admit I did kind of force her into getting started. But then it's like she said, her inner slut was unleashed. I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm not complaining. I'll tell you what. I'm so happy that I'm feeling generous. Fuck her first, and then do me." She dove back into Alan's groin, sucking and licking all the way.

Alan looked over at Joy and Janice - they were busy loving each other - then back up at Christine, who was engrossed with tenderly kissing his nose and forehead. "I don't know. Christine, this is happening all too fast." But he did know and there was no doubt what they were going to do. In fact, even as he professed to be hesitant, he was holding Christine's breasts with both hands and kneading them with gusto.

Christine was like a tornado on top of him, she was so into it. She blurted out, "Alan, you're the drug!"

Before she could achieve lip lock again, he managed to ask, "Christine, okay, I can't say no. But what's with the ropes? I thought Heather had done something awful to you."

"No. She's done something incredible! I asked for the ropes. I'm just such a wild and nasty nympho I need to be chained and bound! Then you can fuck my helpless nubile teenaged body in every hole and I can't do a thing to stop you! Not that I would. Heh! Stick it in me, Alan!"

Alan laughed with joy. "Twist my arm! Dang, this is gonna be good. I'll bet you're gonna have the tightest, most fuckable cunt yet. How do you wanna do it the first time?"

"Let's see. What about doggy style? I hear you can really go deep with that one. I want to feel you so deep your cock will come out my throat! ... Oh God! That reminds me. We DEFINITELY have to stick that thing in my mouth and blow a load in there! Oh! And then my tits. You need to fuck them AND my ASS and everything!"

Heather had stopped sucking Alan's dick in anticipation of a repositioning. But she leaned down and gave it a few loving licks. "Christine, you're going to love cocksucking. Just wait until you find out how sweet and delicious his cum is. You'll never want to stop." She began swallowing his whole penis head in her mouth, and then some.

"Oh God!" Christine said with increasing excitement. "So the rumors are true?"

Heather was so busy bobbing her head up and down that she just nodded emphatically without losing her liplock as Alan's dick pushed towards her tonsils.

"Oh God!" Christine said again. She was barely coherent.

Alan could feel a climax coming on and forcibly pushed Heather's mouth away so he could fuck Christine before he blew.

Heather lifted Christine up and brought her to a table. She bent her rival over so her ass was sticking over the table edge at a ninety degree angle.

But at the same time Heather did this, she said in a territorial voice, "Now you'll know how I feel. He's about to completely rock your world. But remember, I get him next. Is that clear? We'll take turns. Janice and Joy, sorry, maybe you can assist, like if he wants a quadruple blowjob and then feels like spraying all four of our faces, but that's it. Today, Alan gets the cream of the crop. And we get the cream of his cock, heh-heh!"

Alan was lining his erection up with Christine's eager slit. At the same time, he was trying to mentally calm himself down enough so he didn't lose control with his first stroke.

Christine didn't seem to mind sharing, partly because all her thoughts were now on what was about to happen next. "I can already tell I'm gonna love doggy style. It's the perfect position to be naked, bound, and royally nailed!"

Heather kissed her on the top of her head, then said in her ear, "You will. You're gonna love it all. Welcome to the club. At school you'll be able to hold your head up high and share a secret knowing look with the rest of us, knowing you're one of Alan's sluts. It's the best feeling in the world!" She stepped back to allow Alan to go at it.

Alan started rubbing his hard-on all around, even pressing it against her asshole. He was getting her even more worked up, if such a thing was possible, while trying to rest up a bit first so he could give the fucking his all.

That's where he's gonna put it next, in my ass! It's so wrong, but oh-so-right! Christine thought, nearly delirious with excitement. Well, maybe not next, but later, and then often! Screw having a boyfriend, I'm gonna save my body and all of my holes for Alan - and Heather!

Reminded of her former nemesis, she asked, "Heather, can you guide it in? That would mean so much to me. I feel like you're my new best friend."

"With pleasure, Christie." Heather scrambled into a new position to help.

"No one calls me Christie, but you can call me anything you like." Christine's voice was both breathless and dreamy.

Then Heather grabbed Alan's trembling shaft and lined it up with Christine's ready hole. She pushed it in about an inch or so. Then she paused and said, "Alan, have you ever deflowered a virgin before? She still has her maidenhead; I know 'cos my fingers ran into it."

"Really? No, I've never dealt with a hymen. Christine, are you sure you want this? It's gonna hurt."

"Alan, I want it so bad. I want you! I'm so ready. The only thing is, before we do it I'm getting the urge to pee first."

"Pee?" Alan asked with alarm. "I'm not into that kind of kinky thing."

"No, you cute lummox, I don't mean that, I mean I literally have to go to the bathroom. Since my hands are tied, can someone help me get there? There is one in this theater somewhere, right?"

Alan bewailed, "Not now! Do you really have to go right now?!" He was beside himself with frustration.

Heather took Alan's dick out of the little penetration it had made. Then she stood up and began pulling Christine up and off of the table she'd been lying on. "It would be my pleasure. I'm feeling, I dunno, all kind of sisterly towards you. We can be bosom buddies, can't we?"

"Definitely! Emphasis on the bosom!" Christine giggled, bent forwards, and kissed Heather on the lips. They mashed their prominent chests together briefly. As they broke away, she said, "Heather, every time you touch me, it's beyond magical. You set me on fire! Since Alan's so busy with his harem I imagine you and I are going to get to know each other REALLY well."

Heather said dramatically, as if making a toast, "Definitely! To you, Christine! My new best friend!" She leaned in for another kiss.

Just then, Christine bolted up awake in her bed. She had to pee very badly. Her eyes bugged out as details from the dream she'd just had started to flood into her conscious brain. She screamed, "NooooOOOOOooooOOOOoooo!"

CHAPTER 4

Christine looked around her darkened room with panic-stricken eyes. Her heart was pounding but she was at least relieved a bit as she realized she'd only had a dream.

Just a dream, just a dream. No, make that a nightmare! Heather?! Lesbian lovemaking with Heather?! What the hey?!

She got up, wrapped a sheet around her, and burst out into the hallway. She really had to pee something awful.

After she'd relieved herself, she remained sitting on the toilet with her head in her hands. God dammit. Stupid nightmare! I can't even begin to believe my body just betrayed me like that. I'm not a lesbian or bisexual, not in the slightest! And Heather?! It makes me want to puke just to look at her. Where'd all this "magical touch" crap come from?

The big question is, WHEN did I nod off and my idle fantasizing turn into real dreaming? I hope it was right off the bat because I can't imagine I'd fantasize about any of that! Even the football player part was completely wrong and perverted. Sheesh! They're not even half that good looking a group in real life. Yet my pussy, it's all hot and wet. I must have been touching myself at some point. I'm positive though I fell asleep early on. I remember thinking maybe it was time to wake up when those assholes were getting out of control. So that means I was definitely asleep before the dream got all lesbian, thank the Lord.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. It was Christine's mother Olga. "Christine? You in there? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm fine. I just had a bad nightmare."

"Oh dear. I think you woke up half the town with that scream. You sure you're okay? Can I get you anything? Maybe some sleeping pills?"

"No Mom. Really, I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"Okay. If you say so. Nighty night and don't let the bedbugs bite."

"Night, Mom."

Wrapping the sheet around her again, Christine made her way back to her bedroom. She figured her mother would notice if she sat in the bathroom for too long. Back in bed with the lights off, she continued to ponder her dream.

What did that mean? My dream me is the exact opposite of the real me. Maybe that dream was reflecting all my worst sexual fears. Isn't that what dreams are all about, sorting out psychological issues through symbolism and the like? No, that's not even true, 'cos it's not like I ever worried that I'm the least bit attracted to Heather. I don't even give two thoughts about having any lesbian tendencies. At least, not before I had THAT nightmare!

I mean, once I was really mad at my parents about some petty thing and that night I dreamed I killed them. But I would never even remotely think about or desire to do that in real life. Just because I had a torrid sex session with Heather in a dream, that means NOTHING in the real world. So there! It's just that at that point in the dream I was already so aroused that I would literally have been attracted to anyone.

You know what the problem is? It's that stupid Wonder Woman-type fantasizing I always do. There's been this strange pattern lately. I start off kicking ass and saving the day, but lately I always seem to get caught. And then tied up. And then sexually tortured. And then utterly ravaged! Ugh. I mean, I've heard most women have nonconsensual fantasies at some point, but this is ridiculous! It's getting to the point where I'm afraid to go to sleep.

She sighed heavily. At least I got away from the football players this time. I've had worse dreams about them starting to do all kinds of things to me, and then I wake up. But most of the time it's somehow Alan who ends up catching and sexually tormenting me. I can't even count all the times in the last month I've dreamed I'm Wonder Woman but Alan defangs my powers and fucks me into oblivion. The only problem is, just like with this dream or any of my other sexual dreams, I always wake up just before the penetration. Still, I don't mind those kinds of Alan dreams at all, but after this one I think I'm gonna have to go see a shrink.

At one point I actually said to Alan, "I wanna be your slut and Heather's too." Sheesh! I could just crawl in a hole and die! I'm NOT a slut. And I'm DEFINITELY NOT a lesbian in any way, shape, or form. Period! Despite this nightmare I know for a fact I'm just not wired that way. I'm just so horny that I AM becoming completely unglued. Is it that I know he's having sex with Heather, is that disturbing fact warping my dreams? That's probably part of it. But she's not the person REALLY bothering me the most.

Alan. Is he the problem or is he the solution?

I didn't start having all these strange bondage dreams until I started to get seriously attracted to him. I need an experienced yet very sensitive guy like him to awaken my sexual side. If I'm really some kind of bomb ready to go off, I need someone who can diffuse that bomb slowly, bit by bit, instead of having one huge explosion. I'd like nothing more than to have Alan date me for several weeks, slowly initiating me into the ways of love. Even though he's sleeping with so many others, I could put that aside and just pretend we're a couple until he makes me a woman. Then I'd be ready to face the world without this huge "virgin" hang-up that's making my life absolutely miserable.

Nobody else in school even comes close to having the right sensitivity to do that. All the other guys are like, "Big tits, heh-heh-heh. Blonde hair, heh-heh-heh. Nice squeezy ass, heh-heh-heh." It's like being surrounded by hundreds of Beavis and Buttheads. Bleah!

On the other hand, Alan seems to be the cause of all these strange dreams, so actually doing anything physical with him might be like trying to put out a fire with gasoline. And I want him so badly but he seems so dead serious about keeping his hands off of me. Maybe I'm not sexy enough. Maybe, even though I have a nice body, all he sees is my "egghead" side, my grouchy perfectionist side, and my "Ice Queen" side? I need to change.

Most of all, I NEED TO GET LAID. I get this feeling that if I actually have sex, all these weird dreams and desires will fade away. I'm getting some kind of complex because everyone I know has had sex except me. Even most of the goody-goodies have. I'm the only one of them who's never even been kissed. I don't wanna be some bound up super heroine, I just wanna be normal! I wanna have a normal boyfriend who loves me. I wanna have ALAN as a normal boyfriend!

Sigh. Woe is me. And Alan's living some kind of weird hyper-sexual life now that's probably even stranger than tonight's nightmare. In the dream I said he had a harem. For all I know, that might be literally true. I know he does have that SA Club thing, which is wild almost to the point of absurdity. How can I compete with that? And he doesn't even like me. AND, I turned him down when I could have had him all for myself! Duh! Arrgh!

Christine hit her pillow several times in extreme frustration. Then she tried to turn off her brain and go to sleep, but all in vain.

She finally got so frustrated that she finally opened her mouth and let out a great silent scream. Even though no sound came out, it felt good to release her emotions in that way.

Hitting her pillow again, she said to herself, Brain, what do you want from me?! My own brain is trying to make me go insane! If it weren't for my years of practicing self-control I think I'd have flipped out already.

I know Amy tells all us girls how incredibly pleasurable "sucking his cock" is, but I have my pride, dammit. I have to be strong. I need to use my iron will. I have to continue simply willing myself not to consciously think these kinds of thoughts. But that's part of the problem too. I'm so good at repressing sexual feelings most of the day - except when I'm actually around Alan - that it all comes out at night. My dreams are getting more and more sexual and more and more crazy. But still NO PENETRATION! Arrgh!

Maybe I can't dream of penetration because I don't know what it's like in real life? But then again it's not like I know what lesbian lovemaking is like in real life and this latest nightmare was disturbingly anatomically correct about that. At least I guess it was. It seemed so real. I mean, I experienced things with Heather that I never even saw in movies, so where did that come from? Okay, there was only that one time I spied her getting it on with Simone in the stinky bathroom, but I didn't really see much.

I think my brain is having fun mentally torturing me with all these "sex but no penetration" dreams. To what end, I don't know. All I know is that I can't go on like this. What I really need is a friend, one good friend who I could share all my dreams and thoughts with. They'd be more sexually experienced than I am since I'm probably the only virgin left on Earth! URGH! It seems like it, anyway. They'd tell me what to do and how to get out of this vicious circle. The only problem is, my "Ice Queen" demeanor has kept everyone at a distance. I'm all alone! Which makes sense, because who'd want to associate with the twisted, disgusting, deviant sex-obsessed freak I'm becoming?

At least Katherine says she has weird submissive dreams too. I should talk to her some more. But I'll bet that if she hears the actual details of what I dream about, she'll think I'm a total freak too. Ugh.

Christine tossed and turned for a long time before sleep mercifully overtook her.

CHAPTER 5

Back at the Plummer house, Alan and Suzanne walked down the stairs together while Xania and Susan followed some ways behind.

Suzanne grumbled, "I'm so upset at Susan right now. By forcing us to come upstairs, she ruined the whole effect of our outfits. We were going to have a big 'Ta-da!' moment."

Alan grabbed Suzanne's hand with one hand while covering his eyes with the other. "Help me down the stairs, Mother, I can't see where I'm going."

"Okay, but why?" She helped him down the last few stairs.

With his eyes closed and his hand still over them for good measure, he said, "I can't see a thing. Why, it's so dark that I can't even remember what any sexy ladies have been wearing in this house for the last few minutes."

An understanding of his intentions hit Suzanne. She hugged him all over then kissed his lips. "Aren't you just the sweetest? You're trying to give me my 'Ta-da!' moment back. No wonder some people around here call you Sweetie."

"I know one smart, beautiful, kind, and loving mother in particular who calls me that."

Suzanne was so overwhelmed by his gesture and kind words that she didn't know what to do. "Good Lord! Sweetie, you are going to get sooo lucky tonight! I can't even put into words..." She suddenly went from nearly teary-eye to laughing. "Of course, you get lucky every night." Then she turned business-like. "Okay, here's the plan. You stay here since you can't move around with your eyes closed like that, and when you hear me say 'Ta-da!' you open them up."

"Okay."

Less than a minute later, Alan heard the words and opened his eyes. There was Suzanne, strolling into the living room from the dining room, with Xania and Susan following right behind, one on each side. Actually, it would be more accurate to say they were all strutting, not strolling. While Suzanne was mostly naked, with just black leather gloves and thigh-high boots, Xania and Susan were mostly covered in shiny black. However, the amount of covering didn't matter: each one looked sexier than the next.

Alan whistled appreciatively and said, "Dang, I'm speechless. Have there ever been three more beautiful women? You're like the Amazon triplets. But what I want to know is, who's the lucky guy?"

All three had stopped in front of him and began striking poses as if they were models in front of a dozen cameras. But Susan said excitedly, "You are! You're going to fuck all three of us, over and over! Why, I'll bet in the next twenty-four hours you'll have your sperm sloshing around inside each of us, multiple times!"

Alan laughed and continued to admire their posing. He thought, You know, in a way it's not that shocking to see Xania or Suzanne like this. I mean, you spend five minutes with them and it's obvious that they're both man-eating seductive vixens. But my Mom dressed in black latex and flashing her pussy at me? I don't care how much of a nympho she becomes, it's still shocking because she's still fundamentally a soccer mom at heart. The way she tells me to fill them up with sperm until they're sloshing is exactly the same earnest and encouraging voice she uses to tell me to go do well on a test at school.

But then he said, "I've got to hit the can and then get a drink. Then we can get started, okay?"

After going to the bathroom, Alan found himself in the kitchen.

Suzanne was there too, sitting on a counter stool while the other two waited in the living room. She said, "Thanks for that, Sweetie. You know how to make a woman happy. It may sound cliché, but it really is the little things that count. Heck, you know how to make three women very happy all at once. You should have heard Susan go on about you while you were in the toilet. She would give her right arm to you if you just said the word, you know."

Alan replied, "I can imagine. Hey, speaking of Mom, why did you send her up to bring me downstairs, by the way?"

"Ah. Good question. We had a kind of a situation downstairs. Amy and Kim passed through on the way out."

Alan was briefly stunned about that. "What? Oh yeah. I totally forgot they've been down in the basement with Brenda this whole time! Wasn't Brenda with them?"

"No. Apparently she completely passed out cold after what I can only imagine was yet another particularly powerful orgasm of richter scale magnitude. They couldn't wake her up for anything after that, so they just put a blanket on her and a pillow under her head. We'll deal with it tomorrow. I literally just got off the phone with her maid Anika to tell her and Adrian not to worry, so everything's all right."

"So... But that doesn't explain why you sent Susan upstairs. I mean, you know how excitable she is." Alan had gotten a glass for himself and was rummaging around for something to put in it.

Suzanne leaned across the counter and said quietly, "Just between you and me, Kim has a huge crush on Susan. I'll bet she's got a crush on Brenda by now too, 'cos she loves big breasts nearly as much as you do. But still, it's the mention of Susan that really lights up Kim's eyes. I had to send Susan away to stop anything from happening. My mistake was trying to kill two birds with one stone and get her to bring you downstairs."

Alan said in a low voice as he searched the refrigerator, "But why all the secrecy and hush hush voice?"

"Because Susan, the naïve woman she still is, has no clue about Kim's feelings towards her. And I want it to stay that way. Before you ask why, think about it. Kim blasted into hyperdrive today. The poke-her party plus getting to play with Brenda was a lot for her. Probably too much, in fact. I hate to toot my own horn, but while Kim's a very pretty girl, Brenda, Susan, Xania, and I are in a completely different league. Even if Kim's been with the likes of Heather, Amy, or Katherine, that didn't prepare her for the experience of a fully mature and fully busty woman. You should have seen her when she came up from the basement. She looked like she was stoned out of her gourd, she was that high on life. I fear Brenda may have just about broken the poor girl."

Alan replied, "So you need to space her encounters out for her and Susan wouldn't necessarily understand that. I see."

"Exactly."

Just then, Xania walked in the kitchen. "Hey, what gives? Are we gonna get this show on the road or what?" She stuck her chest out, laced her fingers together behind her, and gave the best pleading look she could give. She swayed slightly like a child wheedling a treat out of a stingy parent.

Suzanne turned and said to her, "Just a minute. I finished my call to Brenda's place and now we're getting a drink. Alan, Sweetie, why don't you have some of that chilled white wine? For what we're gonna do next, the looser you are, the better."

Then she said to Xania in a tone that indicated she wanted Xania to go, "We'll be there. I'm just giving my Sweetie a little liquid courage first. You want some?"

Xania shook her head no while continuing to stand there in the most wanton pose she could think of, with her chest thrust out and her arms behind her back.

Alan hardly seemed to notice her, though. He picked up the wine and asked Suzanne, "Okay, but should I? What about tomorrow? Thanksgiving's a big day and I've got a lot of things planned." He was mindful that he'd already had a couple of drinks.

"Sweetie, with everything else that's happened and is gonna happen tonight, I think you having a few drinks will be the last thing on your mind tomorrow."

Xania got tired of waiting. She said huffily, "I know just what you're doing, Alan. This is all some kind of fiendish plot, isn't it? You say you're just getting a drink when what you're really doing is just building up the anticipation even more until I'm ready to cream in my pants just thinking about what we're going to do. You're ignoring me to impress me and make me want you that much more. Damn you and your self-control!" She returned to the living room with frustration clearly written all over her face.

Suzanne wiggled her eyebrows leeringly. "Kinda nice to have a woman like that so horny for you, isn't it? I'll bet it gives you a sense of power."

"Yeah," Alan nodded. "Having so many women want me definitely makes my 'bad Alan' side flare up. But the funny thing is, my reputation grows by leaps and bounds without me actually doing anything or even deserving it. I mean, I'm really just thirsty and getting a drink and somehow that drives Xania mad with lust. It's so draining, living up to all these expectations without a let up. I just know that tomorrow I'll sleep past noon and this alcohol won't help matters."

Suzanne chuckled. "If you're tired, it'll be because of all the bombshell babes you nailed today, not to mention all the gallons of cum you shot into their tight slits. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Remember that sex is largely in the mind. One of the plusses of having such a reputation is that if you just do a good job, the hype will make it seem great. Xania right now was a great case in point."

Alan poured himself a glass and one for Suzanne too. A part of him wished there would be school tomorrow because he briefly imagined how much fun it could be if he could really tell all his classmates about his unbelievable poke-her party exploits. Sadly, he wouldn't even be able to tell Sean, because of the incest factor.

He knew Suzanne was trying to get an erotic rise out of him with her "bombshell babes" and "gallons of cum" comments, and it was working (not that it was necessary though, with so much other erotic stimulation all around him). But he switched gears and asked, "So why did Kim and Amy leave already, though? I didn't even get to say good-bye."

"They were utterly destroyed, even after taking clean up showers down there. Sure, they wanted to say good-bye too, but I purposely kept them away from you because I figured that lately around here a two minute good-bye kiss has a habit of turning into a ten minute good-bye blowjob, which turns into a twenty minute good-bye fuck. Look what happened to your goodnight kiss with Kat, for instance, and I REALLY want to turn the tables on you already! Xania's not the only antsy one around here."

Suzanne started bouncing up and down impatiently like a child that had to pee.

"Okay, okay," Alan laughed, trying not to stare too much at Suzanne's crazily bouncing breasts. Taking his wine, he headed towards the living room, but then stopped. "Wait. One more question. Why, after they left, did you AND Xania come upstairs? You said you didn't want to ruin the costume surprise, so why not just send one?"

Suzanne smiled. She acted as if she was speaking into a hidden camera. "He's not just a hunky teen with a cute butt and jackhammer dick. The boy asks some smart questions." Then she said to Alan, "That's because I was afraid that if either of us went alone, we'd get sucked into your sex games too, like Susan did."

Alan laughed, especially because he could see she was serious about it.

Finally, all four of them were gathered in the living room. Alan wore his usual generic T-shirt and shorts while the other three were still decked out pornographically in black leather. Xania found the latex body suit too stiff and uncomfortable, so she'd stripped down to stockings, long leather gloves, and nothing else.

Alan let out a low whistle as he admired the dominatrix-themed outfits on the three of them. He said, "I'm still not sure about this whole submission thing, but I do know I love the apparel for it."

Susan chuckled and said, "My thoughts exactly."

As Alan sat down on a sofa with his wine glass in hand, he said, "You know though, I still don't feel worthy. I mean, why me? Why do I get to play with three of the most beautiful women in the whole friggin' universe? Just look at you. What did I ever do to deserve all this?"

Xania looked at Suzanne. "That's good. Maybe we should exploit that."

Alan was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Suzanne explained, "We're going to try a role play. Xania and I were thinking that might be the best way to bring you into exploring your submissive side. We're going to punish you and we need things to punish you about." She laughed as she said, "The problem is, you're such a good kid that I'm having a hard time thinking of some way to get righteously angry at you."

She continued more seriously, "But I also want to say that it's when you feel worthy of us all that I'm going to worry. That's when 'bad Alan' is on the prowl. Your continuing modesty and goodness in the face of such fortune is SUCH a huge turn on for me, personally."

"Me too!" Susan said enthusiastically. "He's such a good kid! My heart just wants to burst with pride whenever I think about it."

Alan joked, "Is that why you always have such trouble keeping a top on, because your chest keeps swelling with pride and ripping all the seams?" Alan further joked to himself that she must have had some pride swelling recently, because she'd already taken her top off.

Xania said dryly, "We've got us a regular comedian. I still say we get this show on the road. In fact, I'm going to start right now. Alan, here's the plan. Suzanne and I are going to pretend to be teachers in your school. You will call us Mrs. Pestridge and Ms. Goodleigh. Susan, since she's not the domineering type, has promised to just sit quietly and watch."

Susan spoke up. "Tiger, I worry. I'm a kind of referee to make sure they don't go too far. To be honest, I'm against this whole thing as a matter of principle though I put up with it since you seem to want it. After all, you're the master of the harem."

"You mean master of the house," Alan corrected.

"Okay, that too." Susan giggled briefly. "But you should be dominating them, not the other way around. You should be taming them with your cock more thoroughly. You should fuck Xania in the face and mark her with your sperm. You need to claim her just like a dog marks out its territory. Do you realize that she's still not willing to give up having sex with other men? I mean, Suzanne's bad enough thinking she's too good to call you 'Master,' but Xania really needs some serious pussy taming."

Alan laughed. "Mom, thanks, but variety's the spice of life and I want to try something different tonight. I like that Suzanne doesn't call me 'Master' because I want Suzanne to be true to her Suzanne-ness, if you know what I mean. As for Xania, that's her choice. If she wanted to be part of the core group that would be another matter, but she's happy with her life in L.A. So as long as she is extremely careful about using protection, I don't have a problem with who she sleeps with up there. It's none of my business."

Susan shook her head slowly. "Alan, you're far too tolerant of your big-titted nymphos. The Big Tits Theory says she'll break if you just tame her a little more. Physically, she's SO Alan-worthy that it absolutely breaks my heart she's not worshipping your cock as much as she should. When have you ever REALLY pounded her pussy into oblivion? Has she had enough of your cum to get hooked on it like a junkie gets hooked to crack? Is she-"

Suzanne coughed to draw attention. "Enough of that. Susan, what did I say about mentioning that silly theory of yours? Alan, let's get going. I want you to imagine this is a school office. Walk out of the room and then walk back in as if you've been sent for punishment after school. Then we'll just wing it. Remember that a little bit of pain can heighten the pleasure. Oh, and as you've practiced with me and others, having someone delay your orgasm can heighten your pleasure in the end. So just keep those things in mind and you'll do fine."

Alan nodded. But before he left the room, he walked to the stereo. Suzanne's classical music was still playing, but he turned that off. He said, "If nobody minds, I really enjoyed the Beatles song on endless loop earlier. I'd like to do that again."

He pulled out a Led Zeppelin CD and put the song "When the Levee Breaks" on endless loop. He wasn't really sure why he picked that song, he mostly just thought it would be hypnotic to hear it over and over. Then he walked back towards the kitchen.

CHAPTER 6

He immediately turned around. There was no door between the dining room/kitchen area and the living room, so he knocked on the doorframe. "Um, Mrs. Pestridge? You wanted to see me?"

"Yes I did, Alan," Suzanne answered. "Come on in."

Alan walked in and looked around as if for the first time. He tried to pretend Suzanne and Xania were normal teachers even though they were basically naked except for some black leather on their arms and/or legs.

Suzanne said, "You know Ms. Goodleigh. She's here to help me administer your punishment today."

"What did I do?" Alan asked. "No one's told me why I was being sent here."

Xania spoke. "Alan, it has come to the school's attention about your sexual exploits. It seems that you've been spreading your seed far and wide."

"And without using protection most of the time, I might add," Suzanne butted in. "Half of the beautiful female students and teachers in this school are liable to give birth in nine months to a new generation of Plummers."

"Is that the problem, that I've been having unprotected sex too recklessly?" Alan asked.

"Hardly," Xania snorted, getting into her role. "That's just the tip of the iceberg. You see, we know EVERYthing. We know you've been fornicating and fraternizing with Heather Morgan and the rest of her cheerleading squad. We also know that you've tamed the pussies of every single one of them."

"And how is that a problem?" Alan asked. "Is it a crime to have sex with Heather just because she's such a bitch? Everyone knows what a bitch she is but I'll have you know that I'm doing the school a favor keeping her dazed by keeping her ass thoroughly stuffed."

"Mind your language with me, young man," Xania growled menacingly, not knowing the term "young man" was never used in the house out of respect for Glory's use of it. "I said every single one of them. Every. Single. One. Do you recall a certain cheerleader by the name of Katherine PLUMMER?"

"Ah. Oh shit. Um... "

"Again, watch your language," Suzanne said this time. She picked up a ruler and held it menacingly. "Although in this case, the use of the word 'shit' is apt because you're in a shitload of trouble, if I may be so vulgar. But it gets worse. We also know about your mother. That's right. Alan Plummer, star student, has been having incestuous relations of the vilest nature with both his mother AND his sister. Disgusting!"

Alan was starting to believe the role play now. He'd always held a deep fear that something like this would happen, that he would be publicly found out for the forbidden and possibly even illegal sexual relationships he had. Because the fear was so real, he didn't have to pretend to be frightened.

Xania continued ominously, "But there's more. Ms. Gloria Rhymer. Poor Ms. Rhymer. You've beguiled and tamed her with your big cock and have led her astray from her role as teacher. Thanks to your notoriously sweet seed, you've brought shame upon the whole school by the way you make her guzzle down your cum nearly every day for lunch. I have half a mind to fire her today."

Alan lurched forward in shock. This was getting increasingly real for him, despite a certain level of sexual innuendo and absurdity the other two were carefully maintaining. "You can't! You wouldn't! Please don't!"

Suzanne took over. "Well... That all depends on you and how obedient you are, starting right now. But there's more. We know all about your use of the theater room. We've been collecting evidence there for weeks. We've watched hours and hours of disturbingly arousing video of you taking your slutty cheerleader bitches in there. We've seen you pound their sweet pussies, not to mention other holes, for hours on end until they're too tired to beg for more. Sometimes we've been forced to watch some of your more intense sex sessions repeatedly, late into the night, just to fully understand all of the horrible things you're capable of."

She straightened up and angrily jabbed a finger at him. "Using school property for your sordid ends, and half the time it's been during school hours, I might add. But truancy is the least of your worries."

Alan cowered with increasing nervousness. "There's more?"

"There is," Xania said ominously. "I can't even begin to count your crimes. For instance, while it's technically not a school violation, Mrs. Pestridge and I are appalled at the way you've flouted the institution of marriage, porking virtually every sexy, big-titted woman you meet, whether she's married or not."

Alan started to say, "I haven't really done that many married-"

"SILENCE!" Suzanne slammed her ruler down, causing everyone in the room to jump. "You will only speak when you are told to. But what bothers Ms. Goodleigh and I is the way you have mocked the two of us personally."

Now Alan was confused. "Whatever do you mean, Mrs. Pestridge?"

"I mean, you're probably single-handedly responsible for a new Orange County baby boom, and yet you've passed Ms. Goodleigh and I right on by. Why do I never hear the orgasmic screams of my esteemed colleague here echoing down the school halls? Why do I never see HER naked body lying sprawled out, spread eagled, and dripping with cum on the table in the middle of the teacher's lounge? Even though you have both of us as teachers, why for instance, did you never come to MY class after school, rip every button off of my blouse, bend me over my desk, and ride my sweet ass with that thick cock of yours for hours on end? Why have you not made me scream for more until I'm too hoarse to speak? Answer me that!" She groused, "Starting today, things around here are going to change, I know that much. Oh yes."

Alan couldn't help but smile. Things had been getting too serious with the other accusations, so he was happy for some more tongue in cheek sexual playfulness. Still, he said seriously, "Mrs. Pestridge, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize."

She replied in exasperation, "Didn't realize? When did that ever stop you before? If you see a woman you want, it's usually a matter of hours before she's screaming your name at the top of her lungs and your cum is drooling out of her battered pussy. Why not the two of us? Did we do something to offend you? Perhaps, we're not quote, Alan-worthy, unquote?" She made mocking quote marks with her fingers in the air as she said that. "I can't see why that would be, though. Look at Ms. Goodleigh, for instance. Really look at her! That's an order."

Xania stepped forward. She already was wearing nothing more than black leather gloves up her arms and dark stockings on her legs. As she ran her hands all over her body, she said in a seductively self-assured tone, "Alan, you have to admit that I'm hot. It's just a fact. A body like mine deserves to be fucked by the best. Which means you."

She then suggestively spread her legs a little bit and started fingering herself from in front and behind, making her hips gently rock and her breathing quicken ever so slightly. "From now on, whenever you get a note from me excusing you from one of your classes, you WILL go to the theater room and you WILL pound my hungry holes until I'm dizzy from cumming so many times that I lose count. Is that CLEAR?!" Her voice grew suddenly menacing.

"Yes, ma'am," Alan cowered, though in fact he was loving her "threat."

Then Suzanne stepped forward and showed herself off in much the same manner. In fact, she looked remarkably similar to Xania, in part because she was wearing leather in nearly the exact same places. Part of their strategy to arouse Alan was to appear almost like twins. Still holding the ruler, she began stroking it all over her ivory skin.

"Alan, what Ms. Goodleigh says goes double for me. You've already done what it takes to get into a good college. Now I think we can find more enjoyable ways for you to pass the rest of your senior year, don't you think?"

Alan decided not to answer, but just watch.

Suzanne slowly brought the ruler to her moist red lips and began sucking on it, acting as if she was about to give it a blowjob. Then she pushed her breasts together with her upper arms and slid the ruler down into her tight cleavage.

Alan was having so much fun watching her that he nearly forgot about Xania, who continued to stand next to Suzanne and put on her own equally sexy show.

Suzanne continued, while running the ruler over her firm belly, "We're going to make a deal with Ms. Rhymer. Together, the three of us will put you in a special education program. A very hands on practical sex education class. Your grade will be based entirely on how well-fucked you can keep the three of us, together and separately. Is that clear? We'll hold class all day in the theater room wearing nothing but high heels, since everyone knows you love them so much. We'll allow Heather, Amy, and Katherine to come in for occasional 'extra credit' projects, just to show that we can share. Does that sound good to you, assuming we're worthy?"

Alan found himself thinking, Just imagine if Xania and Suzanne were teachers along with Glory. I imagine it's technically possible, but if it were to really happen everyone would be too busy staring and no one would ever get any work done. It would be like Porn Star High School. The sight of these two shameless flirts strutting up and down the school halls in their tight skirts, dark stockings, and low cut tops, licking their lips with those long lizard tongues that are perfectly designed for cocksucking... Damn, that sounds good, not that the reality of what I do at school is all that shabby!

Alan said, "Wow. You're definitely very worthy. I don't know, I guess I was just busy. It's hard to explain. I mean, fucking my sister and mother is pretty much a full time job. But I'd, uh, be happy to make it up to you right now. Let me fuck you both." Though Alan was still freaked out from being "exposed," he was also very much enjoying himself.

Xania looked at Suzanne with disgust. "Now, he says he'll make it up to us." She turned her ire back on Alan. "Where have you been these last months when I've been wearing out dildo after dildo screaming your name? Your promise to hammer both of our talented pussies with your big battering ram, while tempting, hardly gets you off the hook, young man. You still have to make up for your rude and inattentive behavior. Wouldn't you agree, Mrs. Pestridge?"

"Absolutely, Ms. Goodleigh. Alan Evan Plummer, it's time to take your punishment. Bend over and bare yourself to the waist. Better yet, bare yourself completely." Suzanne's eyes glittered with lust. "Prepare to receive one hundred spankings for your many and varied crimes."

CHAPTER 7

Alan was so shocked by what Suzanne just said that he could scarcely believe it. He was expecting some spanking to happen, but nothing like that many. He shrieked, "One hundred spankings?! Did you say 100?!"

"I did. If you find that too much, we may be able to make, how shall I put this... other arrangements as we go. Perhaps we can come up with some alternatives to those which you can earn with ... other behavior. Given the magnitude of your crimes, wouldn't you say we're actually being quite generous? Why, the way you're banging your mother more often than the banging of a cheap screen door at a busy restaurant, I'd think that's worth more like ten years in prison, wouldn't you? Would that be more to your liking?"

Alan was silent, hanging his head down like a guilty criminal.

"I thought not," Suzanne said triumphantly. "Alan, you will disrobe and bend over Ms. Goodleigh's lap this very minute. Is that clear?"

Alan nodded forlornly and took his place, butt up, across Xania's legs. So far he hadn't been forced to do anything that submissive, but he did find his new position on top of Xania's legs to be somewhat humiliating, not to mention humbling. Yet it was also arousing, and not just because of all the contact with Xania's heavenly body. Being spanked by a sexy and nearly nude teacher, much less a pair of them, was hardly an unpleasant fantasy for him.

But then Suzanne came down on his ass with the ruler.

<WHACK>

Alan was taken by complete surprise as the small piece of wood loudly crashed into his skin. He'd expected that Suzanne would have more to say, probably still more intensely arousing things, before she started actually spanking him. As a result, he hadn't even tensed up his muscles. Further, he was shocked that she'd used the ruler instead of her hand. He thought he'd be getting more sexy taps than full-on painful whacks.

And the spanking was quite painful. One could tell that from the yell he involuntarily let out.

He heard a slightly delayed gasp from across the room. He looked to see who'd made it. It was Susan. Alan had forgotten she was even there, since she'd been so silent. Looking at her, he noticed that she was busy fingering herself.

Or at least she was, up until that moment when she reacted to the spanking. She stood up and said, "Xania! Suzanne! Stop that this instant! I will not stand to see you hurt my son!"

Suzanne had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "Susan, what did I tell you? Did I not say we'd be spanking him with a ruler? What did you expect?"

Susan was caught on that one. "Well, I know, but... I didn't expect it to be like THAT."

Alan butted in, "Mom, I appreciate your concern, but really, this is what I was expecting. Sure it hurts some, but doesn't it hurt when you get spanked? And don't you love it just the same?"

Susan blushed. "That's different. I'm your big-titted submissive milky mommy. Spanking is one of the many ways you tame me and own me. I love it. But you're the master! That's what masters do to take total control of their many horny nymphos. They need to be kept in line." She shook her head and waved a dismissive hand through the air. "But this! This is all highly disturbing."

Xania pointedly suggested, "Susan, perhaps you just want to go to bed then? You've had a long day filled with lots of long and tiring cocksucking. We'll be fine here. Really."

Susan stared defiantly, with her hands on her hips. "Ha! Like I should trust you, of all people. You're not even fully tamed. You still sleep with other men! I think I'll just sit here and watch, thank you very much." She returned to her chair and sat back down, still visibly fuming.

Xania thought, Geez, this thing about my sleeping with other men is really becoming a sore point with her. I guess she gave me a grace period and expects that I should have been "broken" by now. I'm sorry, Alan's an excellent lover, but he's not THAT good that I'd give up all other men for him. Get a grip, Susan.

Suzanne said in an authoritative voice, "Susan, you can stay, but I won't stand these kinds of interruptions. You've completely ruined the mood we were carefully building here. So I expect complete silence from you from now on. But since you're so traumatized, I'll make one concession. I'll spank him with my hand instead of the ruler. Is that agreeable to you?"

Actually, Suzanne was planning on making that switch soon anyway, partly because she preferred the feel of skin on skin. She just wanted to give Alan a big initial surprise.

"Well, all right." Susan pointed at Suzanne threateningly. "But watch it! No funny stuff. And if you cross any lines, you're gonna hear about it from me."

Suzanne chuckled. Susan's so cute when she gets angry. "Okay. Fine."

She turned her attention back to Alan. "Where were we before we were so RUUUDELY interrupted? Ah yes. Let's pretend like that never happened. Sweetie, I was just gloating at your surprise about being spanked and I was going to say that you have to count out after each spanking or that spanking doesn't count. Got it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Pestridge," Alan said dutifully, still across Xania's lap.

"Let's hear you say 'one,' then."

"One."

<SPANK>

To Alan's great surprise, another powerful spanking slammed into his ass cheeks practically as soon as he finished saying that word. He cried out in surprise again, but not as loudly this time.

That was because Suzanne was using her hand this time. Although she put a lot of force into it, her hand just didn't have the same impact as a ruler.

As Alan recovered, he said, "Two."

After a brief pause, Suzanne swiftly brought her hand down again from a great height.

<SPANK>

Alan wasn't taken by surprise this time, and so he managed not to yell out. But it was difficult to stay silent because the spankings were in fact still quite painful. "Three," he croaked.

He heard Susan say, "I can't stand to look." He looked over in her direction and saw her face buried in her hands, like she was trying to hide from the scariest part of a terrifying horror movie.

<SPANK>

"Four." Alan thought, Okay, so this is what a spanking's like. I can't say I'm enjoying it at all though, aside from the fact that I'm in the same room with three incredible beauties. It just hurts!

No one was paying any attention to Susan, but if they had they would have seen a battle between lust and worry playing out on her face. On the one hand, she was extremely aroused by the spanking and had resumed rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. Watching a spanking brought back powerful erotic memories of when she'd been spanked recently, making her squirm in her seat. But at the same time, she was appalled that Alan was on the receiving end. Her whole body recoiled and twitched each time he was hit, as if she'd been struck by a whip.

Then Xania said, "Mrs. Pestridge, can we hold on for a minute? Every time you rain your hand down, Alan ends up shifting all over my lap. I'm worried he'll fly off my lap altogether."

With a wry smile, Suzanne suggested, "Well then, Ms. Goodleigh, I suggest you get a better grip on him. Do you see anything you can get a good grip on? Some kind of hard protrusion you can squeeze firmly, perhaps?"

Xania returned the smile as one of her hands reached under Alan and found his erection. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I've found just the thing." She squeezed it hard once, and then began stroking it. "It's all slippery with some kind of lubrication so my hand keeps moving up and down on it, but I'll manage."

<SPANK>

Another blow came down, and again Alan had to fight not to cry out. But now he was enjoying the experience a lot more. The way Xania's hand slid up and down his pre-cum slickened dick made all the difference. "Five," he groaned.

More spankings came down on his butt. Each one came at fairly regular intervals. He was careful to always call out the number.

Susan briefly peeked between her fingers just after another spanking. This is wrong. All wrong. It's a living nightmare to see the world turned upside down like this. Look at Tiger with his legs flailing up in the air. That should be one of his harem slaves writhing and kicking as he shows them their place. That should be ME! I should be lying across his lap being slapped and fingered. There's nothing better than a good spanking to feel thoroughly tamed. She found herself growing upset and aroused in equal measure. She decided to keep her eyes closed.

Alan had thought that he would find it more and more difficult to go on as the pain in his ass grew worse, but found that in fact the opposite was true. By about the tenth spanking, he thought, Hey, this isn't half bad. There might be something to this.

By the twentieth spanking, Alan was positively enjoying the experience. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that he started to seriously consider why. One thing that helped a lot was that he wasn't just getting spanked. After each spanking, Suzanne's hand would linger on his butt and sometimes do a little bit of rubbing, sometimes a little bit of exploring. Sometimes her hand would end up sharing Alan's penis or balls with Xania's hand for a few long moments of fondling and stroking before she pulled away for the next spanking.

But at the end of the twentieth spanking, Suzanne stepped out of character and said, "That's enough for now. Let's take a short break and then Xania and I can switch positions. Alan, what do you think of all this?"

Before Alan could say anything, Susan said from across the room in a near sobbing voice, "I think it's horrible." One of her hands was covering her eyes while the other one worked her crotch. She asked into her hand, "Is it safe to look yet?"

"Yes, Mom," Alan replied.

Susan immediately stood up and rushed over to Alan. She pretty much threw herself at him. Even though he was still lying across Xania's lap, she managed to hug him, with one of her facial cheeks pressing against one of Alan's ass cheeks. As she rocked him gently, she complained, "The beasts! What have these horrible beasts done to you? What have they done to my little baby?!"

Alan chuckled. "Come on, Mom. It's no big deal. In fact, I was kind of enjoying it. I was just trying to figure out what the appeal of it is. But it's... interesting."

Susan interrupted, "Your ass. It's hot! It's practically burning up. Oh dear! Tiger! Let Mommy help make it better." She began kissing and stroking his ass in an overtly motherly yet very sexual manner. Before long she found herself tonguing his asshole and stroking his balls.

Suzanne said, a bit irked that Susan was already getting carried away by what she was doing, "Well, at least Susan is helping with one thing. Sweetie, part of this kind of sex play, as you know from the other side, is the 'making it better' stage. Even if you're not crazy about the pain, the making it better part is pretty nice, isn't it? Doesn't it feel good to have a hot ass get cooled off by a sexy friend?"

"I have to admit it does," Alan said. "Of course, Xania is still jacking me off and Mom's tongue is feeling great, so things are pretty good just from that."

Xania asked him, "Should I stop for a bit? Do you need one of your strategic pauses? I can sense you're getting pretty close."

"Yeah, but I'm not quite there yet. Thanks, you're doing great. Anyways, as for the spanking, I'm thinking, okay, Xania's been jacking me off the whole time, and naturally that feels great. But it feels a lot better than a typical handjob. Why? I think it must be the contrast. The pleasure next to the pain. It's kind of like how much better a sunny day is after many days of rain instead of after many days of sun. Or earlier, when you all brought out the ice cube and used it on me, that was great, but then when you did the coffee trick and you had the hot and cold contrasting on my skin, that made everything so much better. And not only that, but all my senses in that whole area down there just feel more alive, more tingly somehow. So yeah, I liked it."

Xania asked, "But what about, did you feel any kind of sense of humiliation? Did you get off on being shamed and put in an embarrassing pose? Did you get off on people like your mom looking at you when you're like that?"

Alan considered the question and then answered, "A little bit on the first two, but nah, not really. Partly that's because you two didn't really do much to humiliate me in the first place. Your talk at the beginning kind of got me crowing about my sexual conquests more than feeling bad about them. But I don't think that kind of humiliation thing does much for me at all in any case. I do like the 'sexpot teacher spanking me' fantasy concept, though."

Suzanne said, "Interesting. We'll talk about this some more later, but right now we need to keep going. We're only one fifth of the way through your punishment. Susan, can you scoot and let the rest of us resume our roles?"

Susan had been busy licking up and down Alan's ass crack. She got up with a glum look. She sighed, then said, "I suppose. But still, this is like fingernails on a chalkboard for me. It's just not right."

Suzanne waved her away dismissively. "Susan, it's not for you to understand. In fact, it would be better for everyone if you'd just go to bed."

"No thanks! I'm not going to abandon my Tiger!" She returned to her far seat, but this time she was more determined to actually watch. She stared at them with a mixture of lust and horror.

CHAPTER 8

During all this talking, Alan had stood up and stretched briefly while Suzanne took Xania's spot. He got back down, this time onto Suzanne's lap.

However, Suzanne had gotten some Vaseline from a bag near her feet and lathered up Alan's penis and balls with it. Now as she took control of the handjob, her extra slick hands slipped and slid all over him in an incredibly diverting and exciting manner. She thought, Xania thinks she's so hot. Just 'cos her tongue's a couple of millimeters longer than mine and she's had sex with some more guys, she thinks she's the bee's knees. Well Alan, we'll find out from you who gives a better handjob, heh-heh-heh!

Suzanne was letting her longstanding rivalry with Xania get the better of her. It was this sense of rivalry that had led to Suzanne stealing Xania's serious boyfriend and the ending of their college friendship. Their friendly competition had gotten out of hand. But in Suzanne's defense, Xania could be just as competitive. Had Suzanne been the one with the serious boyfriend then, the tables would likely have been turned.

The spankings resumed, this time with Xania doing the spanking. But after about ten spanks, Suzanne was getting increasingly frustrated with her failure to get Alan to cum. She knew he'd been close to cumming when she started and she wanted to get him to blow before the next break so she could "prove" that she was the more sexually talented. She thought the Vaseline would tip the balance, but it had mostly been rubbed away by now and he still hadn't cum. Her tugging at his balls between spanks didn't do it either.

So she decided to use another prop to push him that last little bit over the orgasmic edge. She reached back into her bag and pulled out a very small vibrating egg and turned it on. With Led Zeppelin still pounding in the background, she didn't have to worry about anyone hearing its quiet humming. When the next spank was done, she brought the egg to the sensitive space between Alan's balls and his asshole, and let it buzz against him there.

She fully expected Xania to find her out before long. But that was okay, because presumably then Xania would rise to the challenge and go to greater and greater lengths to get Alan to his next climax. Everyone would win from playful one-upmanship, especially Alan. However, she didn't consider Susan.

In fact, the spanking had been so fun and diverting, and Susan was so silent, that she'd been completely forgotten by Xania and Suzanne by this time. But she was still there, still forcing herself to watch, and growing increasingly agitated.