"Well, well, well. If it isn't Gloria Rhymer, history teacher extraordinaire." Alan walked up to Glory as she was reading a book while at a table in the town's public library. He took her by surprise with his happy but hushed words.

Glory looked up with mild alarm to find out who was talking her. When she saw it was a grinning Alan, she relaxed and grinned too. "My, my, my. If it isn't Alan Evan Plummer, well, I won't say what you're extraordinary at. At least, not here in a public place." Her voice dropped as she spoke while her grin widened.

Alan sat down at the table, directly across from her. He had a book with him and he put it on the table in front of him. "Isn't this a nice coincidence, finding you here?"

Glory smiled but said sharply, "Coincidence, my rear end." She was going to say "ass," but she looked around and saw several people sitting close enough to possibly overhear and ended up using the less vulgar expression. Then, recovering from that minor embarrassment, she added, "You know darn well I sometimes come to this library to do my history research on the weekends. But what are YOU doing here, young man?"

Alan pointed to his book. "Homework. I've got a lot of reading to catch up on and this is a nice place to do it. Though admittedly, the possibility that you might be here was a big draw. It would have been an even bigger draw to find you surfing at the beach, though."

Glory was all smiles. "Oh really? And why is that?" She made sure to whisper in very low tones so even the couple sitting at the table closest to hers couldn't overhear.

"It could have something to do with choice of what to wear. I mean, you look great right now, and a lot sexier than in your usual teacher garb. But nothing beats Glory Rhymer in a bikini."

"Nothing, eh? What about Suzanne in a bikini? That is, when she bothers to wear even that much? I imagine she's a wanton sexual dynamo running around naked all the time. Am I wrong? Or Heather. You could go down to that beach she rules like her personal fiefdom and see her strutting around in one right now."

"Now, now, Glory, why do you have to be like that? Things have been so good ever since we got back together again, don't you think? I thought we put the whole jealousy thing behind us."

"We have, for the most part, but sometimes I can't help but feel a little bit inadequate. I mean, I don't have gazoombahs the size of small planets, like some people you know."

Alan laughed at her made-up word "gazoombah." He whispered back, "Well, that's true, but more and more I'm beginning to think that big gazoombahs are overrated. I think yours are nearly perfect, not too big, not too small, delightfully shapely and deliciously firm ."

Glory couldn't believe she was having this conversation in a library with one of her students. But she couldn't stop herself from fishing for compliments. She whispered, "You're just saying that. Everyone knows you're a tit man."

"I am, but I love yours; they're just right the right size for your very athletic body. You want me to prove how much I love 'em right now?"

She chided him by stroking one finger over another in a "tsk tsk" gesture. "Hold your horses, young man. I'm not sure what you have in mind, but I highly doubt it's appropriate for a public library."

"Hrm. You're probably right about that. Anyways, what are you reading?" He was eager to steer the discussion away from body part comparisons, which could veer into dangerous jealousy territory.

She looked down eagerly at her book and her notes. "You know my fascination for the Roman and Byzantine Empires? Well, I just found this amazing obscure book about Heraclius, a Byzantine Emperor in the early 600's. He really should be ranked as one of the most important- hey! What are you doing?"

Alan looked all innocent. "Who? Me? Nothing. This is a fascinating topic. Please continue."

Glory leaned forward and whispered to him even more quietly, "Nothing? Then why is your shoe off and your foot rubbing on my knee?"

"Oh, that? I'm just scratching an itch. But never mind about that. Tell me more about this Hercules guy. Why is he so important?"

"It's Heraclius, you doof, and he pretty much single-handedly saved much of Europe from being overrun by the Persians. But never mind about that. Why are you scratching MY itch? Stick to your own itches! And anyway, my knee isn't itching in the first place."

"It's not? I know there's an itch there somewhere. Maybe it's over... here." He slipped his right foot up from her right knee to her thigh. She wore stockings and he liked rubbing his bare foot back and forth over the slippery material.

She chided him, "You're getting into dangerous waters, young man." However, she didn't close her legs to stop his advance. His footsy game was already starting to increase her pulse rate and moisten her pussy.

"Just like Heraclius," he said.

"What?" She didn't understand.

"Well, you said he saved his empire from the Persians, so he must have gotten into some dangerous waters." He slumped down in his chair so his foot could probe to her inner thighs.

"He did!" Glory was enthusiastic to explain. "He went from having his capital of Constantinople literally besieged on all sides to conquering the Persian capital deep in Mesopotamia in a few years. It was one of the greatest military turnarounds in history." Her eyes narrowed. "But you're just stalling for time, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Alan grinned as he still tried to play the fool.

Glory complained, "You distract me with my love for history and meanwhile your foot" - she dropped her voice so low that Alan could only understand her by watching her lips move - "has slid to very sensitive places. Places it should not be."

He whispered back, extremely quietly, "Oh really? What kind of places?" His roaming foot had slowly made its way to her crotch. His big toe started rubbing up and down her panty-covered slit.

Glory looked around furtively. "You know."

"No, I don't know. How did this Heraclius have such success?"

"It was a combination of reorganizing the military and economy and incredible personal bravery. He even challenged an important Persian general to hand to hand combat, and won!" She realized that she was getting carried away with her love of history and even raising her voice a bit as she got into it.

She paused, then continued with an annoyed voice and narrowed eyes, "There you go, trying to distract me again. Doesn't your libido EVER calm down? How many women did you have in your bed last night?"

He deliberately ignored her second question and just answered the first one. "No, it doesn't. But it's amazing what a person can do with a toe, isn't it?" He had managed to push her panties aside with his toe and now was poking at her exposed pussy lips. "But if this guy was so great, why haven't I heard of him when I know of emperors like Justinian the Great? Wasn't he from around the same time?"

"Yes, he was, but Justinian is highly overrated. ... Dammit, you're not going to distract me again! You know what, you think you're so clever with your so-called itch scratching and diversionary talking, but two can play that game."

Alan felt a shoeless foot on his knee, and then it slid all the way to his crotch in a matter of seconds. It was quickly joined by a second shoeless foot. Meanwhile, he kept his one active foot probing up and down Glory's increasingly moist pussy lips.

Glory flashed a naughty smile. "You think your toes are talented? Beat this!" She trapped the zipper to Alan's pants between her big toe and second toe and then pulled the zipper down. Then she used both of her feet to fish his erection out of his fly.

Alan was impressed. In fact, he was so surprised that he was momentarily rendered speechless. It was one thing for him to tease her in such a public place; he wasn't that concerned as he felt the odds of getting caught were low. All he'd have to do was remove his foot. But sitting in the middle of a library with his entire erection and balls hanging out, and with two feet around it, was a completely different matter.

Glory whispered triumphantly, "A-ha! I'll bet even Suzanne can't do that so quickly." She had Alan's erection firmly trapped between the soles of her feet and was giving it a most pleasurable rub.

Alan loved it, even though his heart began pounding in fear. He looked around to see if they were getting away with their footsy games without being discovered, but he couldn't see anyone in a position to see what was happening under the big oak table. The two of them were doing their best to look calm and normal above the table, but just to be on the safe side he scooted his chair up to the table until the table edge was pressing into his chest. It didn't help that they happened to be sitting at the end of the table instead of in the middle of it.

However, even as he got off on the thrill and the rub, he was a bit miffed about Glory's jealousy issues and complained, "Glory, what's with you and Suzanne? You're always going on about her, her and Heather."

"Sorry. Scratch that comment. It's just that she's so sexy and curvy that she makes me feel inadequate." She dropped her voice down to nearly inaudible again and scanned the room as Alan had just done. "In any case, I can't BELIEVE we're doing this! I'm your teacher, for God's sake! There could be students and other people in here who recognize me!"

Alan asked, while pressing his big toe into her slit, "See anyone you know?"

Glory briefly closed her eyes as a surge of pleasure washed over her. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. Recovering, she eyed all the people she saw more closely. She didn't know any of the ten or so people in view. "No," she conceded. "But that's not the point. We shouldn't be doing this. Look at that guy over there. He's sitting in such a way that if he really gives me a look over, he's going to know something is up. The fact I'm getting all flushed and pressing right up to the table is a huge clue."

Alan teased, "I don't remember putting a gun to your head. Uh! God!" He had a hard time keeping his voice to a whisper because Glory had somehow managed to capture his erection just below his penis head in the space between her big toe and the rest of her toes. With one foot holding it in a vice-like grip, the other foot was able to stroke it without it flopping around.

However, this took a lot of coordination and dexterity for Glory to accomplish. She was forced to slouch further down in her chair to gain better access to his crotch, leaving the two of them slouched in very suspicious positions. Further, it was a strain on both of them to keep their legs stretched out for so long. It was as if they were having an intense arm wrestling contest under the table while trying to pretend nothing was out of the ordinary above the table.

Alan was still pretending interest in her research. "There's nothing strange happening here." His voice was slightly strained and his attention was elsewhere. "I thought we were just having a nice conversation about this, uh, Byzantine emperor guy. You never did explain why he isn't, um, as famous as, say, uh, what's-his-name... Justinian."

"Heraclius," Glory corrected him, immediately switching into teacher mode again despite all the exertions and distractions. "Unfortunately, later in his reign the Muslims swept out of Arabia in the wake of the death of the prophet Mohammed and conquered much of the Byzantine Empire, wiping out most of his accomplishments. But they were such an unstoppable force that you can't blame- Hey! You got me again!"

Alan laughed good-naturedly (and quietly). "Suuucker! It's so easy to distract you with history. Gets you every time." He joked, "But then again, talking about seventh century Middle Eastern politics is bound to get anyone hot and bothered."

Glory sighed. She thought, He always gets me in these kinds of situations, reducing me to a quivering mass of post-orgasmic goo. But not this time! I'm gonna make him squirt and cry out first if I have to get naked and dance on the table to do it! He's getting close, though. Look at him huffing and puffing and straining. Heh-heh-heh!

She appeared calm above the table even while she was engaged in frantic footsy games under the table. "Young man, you're incorrigible. Whatever will I do with you? You have such a way with the ladies that it drives me batty."

CHAPTER 2

Another person's voice a short distance away whispered, "I concur."

A number of things happened at once. Glory's body suddenly seized up and she withdrew her feet from Alan's crotch as if she'd just discovered she was stepping on hot coals. She hoped Alan would similarly withdraw his foot from her crotch, but he made no move to do so. In fact, most of his big toe was still inside her slit. She clamped her knees shut, hoping to send a signal to him to pull away and also cover up their shenanigans a little bit better. Finally, she whirled her head around since the voice had come from just behind her. She strained her neck to see who was talking.

It was Xania, but Glory didn't know her by sight, only vaguely by name as the Plummer family psychologist.

Xania smiled calmly at the two of them and whispered, "Hi Alan. Hi Ms. Rhymer." She sat down next to Glory as if she was expected to be there.

Glory's heart had leapt to her throat. She was in such a panic that she was practically ready to bolt from the library altogether. But she realized from the strange woman's few words that she might not be in big trouble after all. She tried to calm herself and lower her suddenly greatly elevated heart beat.

Alan, by contrast, was completely calm. Xania had slowly and deliberately come to the table from behind Glory so he'd recognize her from a ways off. Both he and Xania had angelic, innocent smiles, but there was mischief in their eyes.

Glory's eyes went from Xania to Alan and then back again. She exclaimed in a loud whisper, "Alan! You set me up again! I'll bet you think this is really funny. Who is this, anyway?"

Alan replied, "Actually, her appearance is as much a surprise to me as it is to you. I only saw her shortly before you did. But I have no reason to be frightened because this is just my friend Xania."

Glory turned to Xania and held out a hand. "Hi. Xania. Why is that name familiar? Ah yes. Alan's counselor of sorts. And doubtless one of his... well, whatever you call them." Calming down, she gave Xania the once over. "Jesus! Look at this woman! And this is your psychologist?! Who's your janitor? Cindy Crawford? And I imagine your dentist is Claudia Schiffer?"

Alan hushed her. "Glory, keep it down. People are staring. And yes, Xania is one of my lovers. Is there anything wrong with that? You're one of them too."

Glory rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me. I must be insane. I really should know better than to do these crazy things with you. It's just that you're so..."

Glory seemed to be at a loss for words, so Xania finished her sentence. "Irresistible. I think that's the word you're looking for. Though cute, manly, and lovable work for me, too." She winked at Alan. "And like I was saying, I concur. I live in L.A., so I don't get to see Alan as much as I'd like. Susan told me he went to the library, so I thought I'd drop by."

She grinned knowingly as she stared at the way Alan and Glory were both slouching and pressed up against the table. "It looks like you two have been very... busy."

Glory blushed a little bit. She was too flustered to catch Xania's look or insinuation. She looked down at her book and realized she hadn't read a single line since Alan had arrived, and he hadn't even opened his book up. "Well, not so much," she admitted.

"Au contraire," Xania whispered. "Of course, I refer to the goings-on UNDER the table, not above it."

Glory's slight blush suddenly turned deep red, because there was no way she could miss that innuendo. She dropped her hands down to her crotch in a new and more blatant effort to get Alan's wiggling toe out of her pussy. "You knew?!"

Glory hissed at Alan and his continued toe probing, "Stop it, young man! Please!"

However, she wasn't really trying that hard to dislodge him because his foot game felt so good and she was aroused. Her fear that she'd been almost publicly exposed only heightened her desire. Her hands grabbed at Alan's probing foot, but she held it more than pushed it away.

Alan just remained silent with a shit-eating grin.

Xania explained to Glory in hushed tones, "Of course I knew. Not that these other people around us know what's going on though, so don't worry. You actually can't see much from above the table, but I made an educated guess just going by the smirk on Alan's face, the worry on your face, and the fact that he's sitting across the table from you in such a slouched position. What exactly IS happening under there, anyway?"

Before anyone could answer, Xania's eyes went wide and she quietly exclaimed, "Oops! I dropped my pencil!" She didn't even have a pencil, but she pretended that she had to go under the table to retrieve one.

Glory was completely flummoxed and speechless. Things had been happening too fast for her ever since Xania had arrived. As it became clear with the passing seconds that Xania wasn't coming out from under the table, she thought, Unbelievable! Some woman who's just about a complete stranger to me is crawling around between my legs in a wide open public place! No doubt, she's staring at Alan as he toe-fucks my open and wet pussy. I wish I could crawl in a hole and die. I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life, but I'm too excited to stop!

As the seconds went by, she sighed and thought, That's the story of my life. Alan's always making me do things I really shouldn't do, but it's all just so damnably exciting that I can't say no to him. I never should have gotten back together with him, but at least so far I've been having too much fun to regret it. Just so long as we don't get caught!

Right then, one of the librarians, an older man, walked nearby.

Glory felt as if her heart stopped completely. She was half-convinced that she was having either a heart attack or a nervous breakdown. She stood as still as a statue and prayed.

However, the librarian continued right past her and went off to some bookshelves just past her, holding some books. Had he looked down as he passed he would have seen Xania's high heels sticking a little bit out from under the table, clearly showing someone hiding down there. But he remained completely oblivious.

Glory's heart continued pounding so loudly that she felt as if everyone in the library had to be able to hear the drumbeat like thumping. She thought, I can't take these kinds of high stakes games! For Xania, it's no skin off her nose if she gets caught; she doesn't even live here. No one knows who Alan is either since I at least have never seen him here before. But all the librarians know me and have helped me find things on occasion. It's not fair!

Time continued to pass. It had been a good minute or more since Xania had gone under the table.

Glory had slowly calmed down to a manageable level, though the things that Alan was doing with his foot and the fear that the librarian was likely to pass by again soon on his way back to the help desk still had her tense and wildly aroused. But she was most agitated by the realization of just how long Xania had been on all fours beneath the table already. She leaned forward and urgently whispered to Alan, "Just what is she doing under there?!"

Alan whispered back, "She discovered the progress you made, what with unzipping my fly and letting Alan Junior fly free and all. Now her tongue and lips are pretty busy. You should see her tongue, by the way. It's incredible, like the size of two tongues combined."

Glory's eyes bugged out, Roger Rabbit-style. She shouted in urgency, but whispered in volume, "What?! You mean she's giving you a blowjob? Right here? Right now?"

Alan looked puzzled and waited a long time to reply, as if he was trying to figure it out. "Mmmm. I'd have to say yes. Definitely yes." His frown turned back to a big smile as he luxuriated in Xania's tongue bath. Seeing Glory get so freaked out and aroused by the danger of exposure made the pleasure of the blowjob that much better.

"I don't believe it!"

Alan was momentarily lost because Xania had almost his entire dick in her mouth and her lips were sliding up and down his slick pole at a remarkable speed. He wanted to cry out, "YES! GOD YES!" but somehow he managed to keep cool. However, between the excitement and muscle exhaustion, he was losing control of his outstretched leg. He was more or less continuing to keep his toe on or in her pussy, but his knee was starting to tap on the underside of the table.

If there was one thing they could do to draw attention in the quiet library, it was to make noises like that. But so far their luck was holding out.

Alan had forgotten completely about Glory's comment, but she finally prodded, "Well?!"

He managed to respond, "Take a look for yourself."

"As if I'm going to go under the table as well? No thanks! Are you crazy? I'll have to believe you, if only because of the ecstatic expressions that keep crossing your face. But dammit, young man-"

Just then, Xania pulled her mouth off of Alan's throbbing shaft and said in a voice just loud enough for both Alan and Glory to hear, "I'm sucking him, all right. It's great! Glory, you should come down here and join me, I don't mind sharing. There's more than enough inches of big, fat, long cock to go around."

"Shush it!" Glory complained, even as her arousal level rose still higher from Xania's scandalous suggestion.

After a few tantalizing, long licks up and down Alan's erection, Xania added, "Is it just all this hot cock in my face, or is it really actually hot in here? Either way, I'm glad I took my blouse and bra off."

Glory's mouth practically dropped to the floor. She stammered a bit, then managed to whisper, "YOU DIDN'T! Alan, tell me she didn't!"

Alan also was getting concerned now that Xania was going too far. He had visions of the three of them getting arrested and being escorted in handcuffs to a police van.

But he replied honestly, "I have no idea. Not unless I crawl under there." He was too busy trying to hold back from cumming to realize that he could probe around with his foot to see if her top was off or not.

However, Xania had been listening to them whispering. She reached out from down below, grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down to her breasts.

Now it was his turn for his mouth to gape open wide and his heart to pound like a big bass drum with worry. "Um, she did," he finally muttered. His fingertips were just able to reach one of her nipples and by practice or instinct he began gently tugging on it.

Glory was ready to have a hissy fit. "But, but, but! But what if someone sees her legs and calls the librarian by, or he happens to wander by again?"

Alan was finding it increasingly hard to think, given the expert blowjob Xania was busy with again. He wasn't thinking prudently whatsoever anymore. He pushed his chair back from the table some just so he could better see Xania licking and sucking with her extraordinarily long tongue. He found it hard to believe she'd really gone topless, but he loved it.

Xania responded by positioning herself more directly underneath him so he'd have more to see. But that also put her in a more blatantly obvious position for any wandering eyes.

Alan was so into it and the pleasure was so good that it seemed to him like the room was spinning. He was no longer able to remember to wiggle his toe in Glory's pussy as his leg started to flail around and his knee banged against the table's underside even more.

Yet, ever considerate, he didn't want Glory to think he was ignoring her in favor of Xania and he somehow managed to keep the sole of his foot stroking over her bush and pussy lips. The fact that she was holding onto his foot with both hands prevented him from accidentally kicking her.

He tried with all his might to think about Glory's question about what would happen if someone saw what Xania was doing, but it only made him think even more about how Xania was topless and cocksucking him under the table. Giving up on coming up with a clever answer, he replied with dramatic understatement as he gasped for breath, "That would be a problem."

"Damn right, it would!" Glory replied passionately and louder than expected. She dropped her voice and said with steely determination, "But I'm not going to be outdone. I'm especially not going to have my sweet young man stolen from me right under my nose by yet another one of his big gazoombah babes."

Her hands had somehow gone from holding Alan's probing foot to gently fondling it, but now she removed her hands, raised her ass up a bit, and began pulling her panties completely off her body.

Alan had to remove his foot from her slit so she could take her panties all the way off her legs. But he was pretty much forced to give up playing footsie in any case because Xania was cocksucking too intently and his leg muscles were ready to give up on him from remaining outstretched that long. He found himself clutching at the edge of the desk with both hands as the urge to cum welled up within him.

Glory looked around the room and was amazed that no one was paying them any attention. She reached to her groin and put her fingers in her newly unoccupied pussy lips. She scooped up as much cum there and on her inner thighs as she could, then brought her hand up above the table. "Look!" She stuck her wet hand out at Alan. "Look how wet you make me. I've never been so wet and horny in my entire life. What am I going to do with you, young man?"

Alan spoke confidently. "That's not the question. The question is, what am I going to do to you?"

A shiver ran up and down Glory's spine. She nearly creamed just thinking of all the talented things Alan knew how to do to her. Trying to shake off her stunned feeling, she said huskily, "Promises, promises. Let's see action."

"Um, action is coming. But first, I'm cumming. Cumming! Jesus! Almost - so close! Urgh!" His voice trembled and he sounded like he was suffering although he was really near the peak of ecstasy.

Glory suddenly was reminded where she was and put her wet hand down. She spoke her thoughts out loud. "I'm not gonna be outdone by this woman or anyone else!"

After another quick scan around the room, she defiantly took her panties and laid them down on the desk between her book and Alan's. "What do you think of that?"

Alan was so close to cumming that all he could do was let out a kind of ululating whimper.

Glory seemed to be oblivious to his predicament and was taking it personally that he was too preoccupied with Xania's cocksucking to steal away with her. "Not daring enough? Okay, I'll show you daring. Take me back to the bookshelves back there and fuck me within an inch of my life! People may wander back there from time to time, but I don't care! Between your foot and knowing what Xania's doing, I need a serious Alan plowing. Now! And that's an order!" She looked defiant and determined.

Alan, though, was just hanging on, using all his energy and PC muscle control tricks to stave off a climax. But he knew he wouldn't be able to last for long because once Xania got going with her exceptional tongue, there was no way to stop her until she got the load of cum she desired. As he furrowed his brow and held on to the table edge with a death grip, he gasped out, "Um, I can't get up! Not yet. ... Blowjob... so good!"

Glory was getting increasingly peeved. She straightened out her skirt and stood up. "I will not let this woman show me up! Alan, you're going to fuck me now and that's all there is to it!" She was still whispering but her voice was getting increasingly loud.

Between that and the fact that she'd stood up, a few heads were turning in her direction. Or they could have been drawn in by the way Xania was making louder and louder slurping and moaning sounds.

Glory began walking around the table towards Alan.

Alan was still hanging on, fighting the urge to climax with all his might. But his control was slipping away because everything was so much more arousing that he could resist. Oh no! Gotta hold out for Glory. But Xania... Tongue swirling... Lips sucking... What am I gonna do? Glory... Xania... Blowjob... Too much!

He reached the point of no return and nearly broke the table, he was squeezing it so hard.

Suddenly, he woke up.

CHAPTER 3

Alan was completely shocked to find that his entire encounter with Glory and Xania was just a dream. He was very disoriented as he opened his eyes and realized he was in his bedroom and the daylight was shining in between the curtains on his windows.

He'd thought the blowjob was part of the dream, but intense orgasmic pleasure coming from his penis showed that wasn't so. He took a whiff and detected an overwhelming smell of pussy. Then he raised his head a bit and looked down his body and saw a big lump under the covers. It was making a bobbing motion right over his crotch.

Oh God! Someone's giving me a wake up blowjob! And I don't even know who it is!

Just as in the end of his dream, Alan was on the cusp of cumming. If he wasn't there already, the realization that he didn't even know who was giving him a wake up blowjob but it was undoubtedly someone extremely hot and sexy pushed him over the edge.

"Arrrggh! Cuuuuummiiiiing!" Even as he was still coming to and getting his bearings, he felt his penis pulsing and shooting into an unknown mouth.

He continued shouting, both in surprise and exultation. But as he awakened further, he tried to figure out who was giving him such joy.

He realized that someone was straddled over him, which was why the smell of pussy was so overwhelming. There were legs on either side of his head but the only place where any contact was being made was at his crotch. He could see a mouth bobbing up and down but from this angle he couldn't see eyes or enough of a face to identify who. Further, the curtains were still drawn, leaving the room quite dark.

However, he could see a mass of long dark hair over a shapely body, and tried to make a determination from that. Suzanne? No, hair's too straight. Sis? No, not tan enough. Mom? Maybe... No, hair's not long enough. God, it's somehow exciting that I have so many lovers that I still don't know who it is!

Wait, I know! It's Xania! She was at the party and went to bed with me last night. That means more Xania today. Excellent! Hey, and it was her in the dream, too!

By this time, he'd stopped cumming. His body relaxed and he let out some big breaths to further calm himself down.

Xania turned herself around and lay down on his chest. She was totally nude, as was he, and scraped her erect nipples up his chest as she scooted up for a kiss. "Morning, sleepy head," she said in a friendly tone, with a big smile. "How'd you like that?"

Feeling her large breasts press into him and practically envelop his chest, he said, "Nice gazoombahs." He giggled as he recalled the word from the dream.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Wow, Xania, thanks. What a nice way to wake up. But may I ask what brought that on?"

Xania kissed her way up his collar bone and neck as she said, "Do you really think that as a semi-regular, semi-official Alan nympho, I'd miss out on my wake up blowjob duty?" She briefly lifted her head up to make eye contact, and winked at him. Then she went back to small kisses on his neck. "As for why I woke you up out of a deep sleep, I'm an early riser. I've been lying here for a while, just relaxing, when I noticed a stiff pole protruding in the bed sheets. You were mumbling, too. You kept saying 'Glory, Glory, Glory.' I figured you were having a pretty intense erotic dream about your favorite teacher. I thought I'd help make it an even better dream, but I guess I got a little carried away."

"No worries. It WAS an intense dream. And so real. But you know what's funny? The dream was about Glory. I dreamed she and I were back together again. But then you came in and kind of took over from her, giving my dream-self a blowjob as well."

"Weird," Xania replied. "But I hear dreams can pick up on real life stuff like that. In any case, let's get up out of bed and get cleaned up. Before I kiss you on the mouth we have to get rid of the morning breath. That is, unless you want to sleep in a bit longer."

"Nah. I'm up now. I feel decently rested, considering. What time is it?"

"Good. It's about eight. I'm glad you've had enough sleep 'cos I want some more Alan time before I go, but I can only stay a few more hours at the most."

So they got out of bed and did their morning routines. They took showers separately, only because Alan knew that taking a shower with Xania would be extremely arousing and his penis wasn't up for it yet.

When he finished his shower, he walked back to his room with the vague notion that he might actually bother putting some clothes on.

But Xania had some other ideas. She lay across his bed in a seductive nude pose. "So. Got any ideas on how we might pass the time?" She comically pointed a finger right at her pussy in case Alan didn't get the picture.

"I'd love to, Xania, but my penis..." His voice trailed off, because even as he was complaining about his penis not being ready, an erection was starting to pop up. Apparently his penis had decided that Xania was just too arousing a sight to resist.

Xania laughed. "You were saying?" She laughed some more. "Come over here, kiddo." She patted the bed.

"Well, I was kind of hoping we'd have a chance to talk, before things got hot and heavy."

"Kid, it's too late for that. Your entire home is some kind of sex hothouse. Why, this room alone smells so strongly of sex that just lying here is terribly arousing for me. I like this room the best 'cos it smells more of cock and less of pussy than the other rooms. Hey! I've got an idea. Why don't you lie on top of me, put your dick inside me, and then we can just rest like that while we talk?"

"Twist my arm, why don't you? I gotta admit that sounds pretty good." Alan climbed up on his bed and got into the position Xania suggested. He let out a happy sigh as his erection slowly pierced her, at long last coming to rest in the warm liquid world of her welcoming vagina.

It felt so fantastic to Alan that he was sorely tempted to follow up with some serious thrusting, but he really did want to talk first so he held back for the moment.

"Mmmm, that's much better. Much MUCH better." Xania traced a fingertip along the line of his jaw, watching his expression carefully. "One of Freud's great ideas was having the patient relax by lying on a couch. But the good Dr. Xania Goodleigh does that one better by having the patient AND therapist lie on the couch, heh-heh. As your psychologist, and a very sexy one at that, I think that you should be in me whenever we're alone and you need to talk just one-on-one. Agreed?" Xania gave Alan a good strong vaginal squeeze then, to underscore her point.

Alan started to explain many of his current problems to Xania. Naturally, most of his problems related to sex, since sex was such a big part of his life now. He discussed his difficulties with each woman he was intimate with. For instance, he expressed his concern that Susan was getting a little overly sexually enthusiastic and that Katherine occasional fits of jealousy bothered him. There seemed to be at least one problem with everyone, with the noticeable exception of Amy, where the only problem he could think of was that he felt bad for not spending enough time with her.

But he spent the most time talking about Glory and Heather. With Glory, he wanted to know if it would be wise to get back with her, and if so, how he should do it. Heather though was a whole other can of worms that also connected to the football player problem. Simone came up a few times in connection to Heather, but the only real problem Alan had with her was her wicked sense of humor.

Xania listened carefully and offered advice at the right times, but at the same time she was incredibly horny. It didn't help that as Alan talked about each of his lovers in turn, his erection would tantalizingly flex and stiffen deep inside her. The wake up blowjob was a great orgasm for Alan, but it only whetted Xania's appetite. Since Alan's erection was deep inside her, she frequently used her pussy muscles to squeeze it in an effort to get him to start thrusting.

Alan greatly enjoyed her squeezing, but he wasn't taking the bait. He was getting increasingly aroused as well, but he figured that this was the only chance he'd get to talk to her completely alone as she said she was leaving in a few hours.

But her pussy squeezing felt so good that he wasn't very insistent in telling her to stop it, either. Between that, lots of wandering hands, and the topic of their conversations always involving sex, it took a lot of willpower to keep the words flowing.

Xania was getting irritated. Despite her desire to be a good advisor, she felt that Alan was just repeating himself after a while. Finally, she said, "Let's cut to the chase. Why don't you look at the bigger picture, instead of each relationship? Maybe we can come to some conclusions that apply to everything."

Alan replied, "Well, if I summarize your advice, you seem to keep saying that with lots and lots of love, care, and sex, I can overcome all my problems."

Xania kissed him on the nose and flexed her pussy muscles with extra vigor. "Very good. You get an 'A.'"

But Alan turned his head in irritation so she couldn't kiss him again. "I'm serious! Really, it's not that easy."

"Why not? Look. All the women you're talking about are head over heels in love with you. Even Glory and Heather. Yes, even Heather. Whatever solution you choose for her, you should do it with love and compassion, not hate and contempt. Don't let her drag you down to her level, but raise her up to yours. I'm a firm believer that love conquers all."

"That may be," Alan conceded. "I'm also a romantic. But there's only one me and there's so many of them. I can't keep them all satisfied."

"Look, admittedly you can't give all of them as much love and attention as everyone would like, but in time everyone will learn to adjust. Think about the wife of a sailor who has to deal with her husband being away at sea, sometimes for years at a time. People adjust to all kinds of situations."

"Hmm. Good point. I keep asking myself, 'What's the alternative?' To say goodbye to all but one of them? Obviously there's no way I could do that now. It would be like having a bunch of children and having to choose to keep just one. But I'm just too spread out and it's killing me, both physically and mentally. Not to mention the impact on my homework and everything else." Alan's hands slowed down their wandering.

"Well, there is another alternative," Xania suggested as she squeezed his erection harder.

"What?"

"When it comes to sex, let them have a little bit of strange cock from time to time. Between that and all their lesbian lovemaking, the pressure will be a lot less for you."

"Argh! You think I haven't thought of that? I have. Call me a hypocritical bastard, but I just can't do it. I mean, the very thought of Susan having sex with another guy - it just tears my heart out! I mean literally, I want to fall to the ground and cry. Just thinking about the possibility is painful!"

"Hypocritical bastard," Xania said half-jokingly.

"Thanks," Alan replied glumly. "As if I don't feel bad enough! I am horribly hypocritical, but I can't help it." His hands stopped wandering.

Xania ruefully admitted, "The other snag is that I don't think most of them would go for it. Amy, for instance, seems game for most anything if you suggest it, but Susan would probably throw herself in front of a train first. Even Suzanne has been acting strangely loyal. You should have seen her tear a wide path through the male population back in college. I saw her when she fell in love with Eric Pestridge way back when and she gave up her wild ways, but I have to say I think her feelings for you are even more intense than the feelings she had for him back then when they were head over heels in love. Whatever it is you've got that gets even Suzanne to feel like that, you should bottle it and sell it."

She paused and considered. "Hmm. ... Well, there's another thing you could do, stud boy. You could cut down on all your strange pussy and just remain with the five or six you love the best. That should be more than enough variety for anyone, and then some. I think that inner circle should include Brenda and Glory, but not Heather."

Alan nodded, but noted, "If I do that, that means no more sex with you."

"Ooooh. Good point. On second thought, scratch that idea too." She thought, then said, "Did I say five or six? I meant six or seven. You can't forget that sexy Xania chick. She's smart AND a totally hot fuck."

Xania's pussy rippled so much that Alan gasped, choked, and started laughing. Then he said, "Seriously Xania, I know I'm a hypocrite, but is it really that bad if I go after a bit of 'strange' from time to time? The difference is that it bothers me if they were to do it, but they actually seem to love it when I do it. I mean, look at the way they pushed you to sleep with me last night. They practically stapled us together to make sure it happened."

Xania warily nodded. "True. All I can say is you're one lucky bastard! But at least think about the idea of letting them have some other lovers though, okay? You might find you like it. Does the idea of Sean and you double penetrating me excite you?" Her pussy rippled and then squeezed in excitement, emphasizing her words.

Alan wanted to deny it, but the sudden leap of his erection inside her made it clear what his answer was before he could speak. "Um, okay, yeah."

"Well then, why should it be different with, say, Suzanne?"

"No offense Xania, but it's because I love her with all my heart and soul. It would kill me to see her with someone else."

"What if it were Brenda?"

"Hmm. Brenda's different. If she's with Adrian, no problem. That feels right to have mother and son together, and I, of all people, should know about that. But seeing her with anyone else? It would be kind of tough but I wouldn't throw myself off a bridge over it."

"What about if it were Heather?"

"I'd be all over that idea. Not only that, but honestly she needs a lot more cock than I can give her."

"And if it were Glory?"

Alan had to think about that one. "Hmm. Difficult. On one hand it would be extremely painful for me, but on the other hand, she could never handle being in a harem situation, so I'm no good for her in the long run. Maybe she should date other guys while she and I eventually try to move into a more platonic mode? I think I could deal with her dating as long as I didn't have to see it or even know the details."

Xania thought, Interesting. This question is like a love-o-meter test for him. Obviously he loves Glory, and it's touching that he even loves her enough to set her free. Brenda he's still warming to, but this confirms my opinion that he should stay far away from Heather. And as for me, for better or worse, the love just isn't there. Maybe because he knows I'm holding back emotionally, but it's not there just the same. Her pussy squeezes slowed as she pondered.

But out loud, she merely asked him, "And would that work with any of the others? Kind of a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy that would allow them to sleep with other guys once in a while?"

"I don't know. Why is it so important for them to sleep with other guys, anyways? Shouldn't lesbian lovemaking with strap-ons and all that be enough? This whole discussion is so painful. Can we talk about something else? I'm even going flaccid."

"Believe me, I noticed. As for why it's important, that's because then there would be at least some fairness and balance in the situation, if only symbolically." Xania realized that it was a losing battle trying to keep Alan's penis erect. She stopped her pussy squeezing entirely.

Alan turned downright petulant. "Maybe I don't want fairness." He added more thoughtfully, "I hate to sound arrogant here, but a ship can't have two captains. Putting aside my jealousy issues, if you start to involve other guys, it just won't work. The dynamic would be thrown all off. There have been a lot of harems in history, but have you ever heard of one with two or more guys involved? Ain't gonna happen. All those hippy communes with free love failed miserably before long. There's something stable and tried and true about the harem situation, even if it's inherently unfair."

"You may have a point there, but there's a big difference between allowing a woman to get a little 'strange' of her own and having two captains. In any case, let's take a break since this discussion got so serious. Why don't we go downstairs and get something to eat? I think we're the only ones awake because Susan stuck her head in while you were still sleeping and said that she and Suzanne were going to do some last minute Thanksgiving shopping."

"Okay."

As Xania got up she thought to herself, I suppose I should cut Alan some slack when it comes to his hypocrisy. After all, it's easy to forget given the way he handles himself, but he is still only eighteen. Most guys his age presented with his situation would have completely mucked things up by now. It's like giving a seven year old the keys to a Ferrari - you just wince and wait for the crash to happen.

Meanwhile, Alan was thinking, No way, Jose. No way could I ever share my family four with any other guy, not even the likes of Brad or Adrian. Personally, I feel a bit sad for Xania. She's so keen on having as many partners as she wants all the time that she's unwilling to commit and settle with any one person. She's coming up on forty and from what I understand she's never had a partner for any length of time. She gives good advice on a lot of things, but on this issue I'm gonna take what she says with a big grain of salt.

CHAPTER 4

Susan was extremely nervous. "Suzanne, I don't know about this." She stood next to Suzanne and Brenda at the door of a supermarket right as it was opening, at eight o'clock sharp. Because it was Thanksgiving, the store was only open a few hours in the morning to cater to people who needed to pick up a few last minute items for their Thanksgiving feasts.

Suzanne grabbed Susan's upper sleeve and gently pulled her forward into the store. "Come on. It'll be fine."

The reason Susan was nervous was because Suzanne had insisted they do their shopping while wearing Televibe dildos. There was no good reason for this except that Suzanne was feeling mischievous and frisky and she figured Alan would be occupied with Xania for most of the morning. She thought she could combine business with pleasure, getting their jollies while making some necessary Thanksgiving purchases. She also wanted to continue to weaken Susan's aversion to public exhibitionism.

Susan remained very apprehensive about doing anything sexual while in the presence of any male other than Alan, and there was no telling who else might be shopping when they were there. She agreed to wear a Televibe controlled by Suzanne only if Suzanne wore one that she could control as well.

Suzanne was intrigued by Susan's surprisingly aggressive response, but decided that going along with it could be fun. However, Susan firmly insisted that the two of them remain very conservatively dressed, and Suzanne acquiesced to that too. Susan was braless as usual, but wore a sweater over a blouse and a long dress while Suzanne wore a turtleneck top and blue jeans. Susan did look fairly innocuous, but Suzanne was incapable of turning her sexiness off and the tightness of her turtleneck didn't help with that.

Brenda was with them mostly by luck. She happened to wake up from where she'd been sleeping in the basement and wander upstairs at the same time Susan and Suzanne were in Susan's kitchen double-checking what they needed to purchase. Brenda was fully coherent, though a little bleary eyed, and asked how she could be of help.

Suzanne, mindful of Susan's protests and fears about doing anything sexual while near other men, decided to use Brenda as a diversion. The idea was that Susan and Suzanne would dress conservatively and go to one section of the store while Brenda would dress like a slut and go to another section. What horny guys there might be in the store at that early hour would be drawn to Brenda like flies to honey, leaving Susan and Suzanne to their Televibe games with little male presence to worry about.

Brenda immediately split from the other two as soon as the three of them entered the store. She'd had time for a quick shower before they left, and felt very eager to play her decoy role.

As Susan walked down one of the store aisles, she gripped Suzanne tightly. She had a slightly lost look in her eyes. "This is so strange!"

"What?" Suzanne asked as she pushed the shopping cart and actually tried to do some shopping.

"Well, all these clothes, for one," Susan said in a conspiratorial and low voice. "I haven't worn a sweater in who knows how long. And I'm not even showing any cleavage whatsoever! It feels wrong."

Suzanne pointed out as she examined the store merchandise, "But wearing a sweater was your idea."

"I know. It sounded good when I worried about lots of strange eyes on me and I get so uneasy thinking about other men looking at my mommaries - that's just a cute name I've been calling them lately. And of course they belong to you-know-who, just like yours do."

Suzanne rolled her eyes. "Yes, dear."

"So I don't really regret the sweater. But now that it actually comes down to it, I feel horribly constrained. My tits need to be bouncing free! Better yet, I should be pushing them together while my Tiger slides his big thing between them. Oh! And he could be suckling on one nipple while playing with the other and my milk would gush-"

"Susan, focus. We're in a pubic place. And there are a lot more people than I expected here at this hour."

"Oh. Right. But don't get me started on this dress that goes all the way down to my ankles. It's like I'm in a bad 'old Susan' flashback. This body needs to be naked! And walking around in sneakers feels downright odd. I feel so domesticated."

I think she means domestic, Suzanne thought.

Suddenly, Susan's eyes went wide. "Oh my gosh! That makes me feel SO HOT!"

Suzanne was amused, trying to figure out what had aroused Susan this time. "What?"

"That word: domesticated. It reminds me that you-know-who has thoroughly domesticated and tamed me with his you-know-what. My pussy, my ass, my mouth - they all exist to be filled to the brim with his sperm. I'm helpless to resist, but I don't wanna resist! I love it! Can't we just go back home and help Xania keep him hard and squirting? Maybe my Tiger will feel like a double blowjob or fuck sandwich."

Suzanne just rolled her eyes again. She was happy that at least Susan was keeping her voice down so others couldn't hear.

Susan's eyes started to glaze over as her imagination got busy. "Or even a triple blowjob. Or, with Brenda helping, a QUADRUPLE blowjob! Just think of the tit power in that one as the four of us all rub into each other, jostling for position! Or he could take turns titfucking us all! All that dick taming all that tit. So hot! And then, once the two others wake up, the possibilities are endless! Imagine a SEXtuple blowjob. Wow. Why, the very word shows how right it is. Maybe we could have a titfucking contest. God, just thinking about all the different ways to make him cum is making me so HOT!"

Suzanne looked around to make sure no one overheard that since Susan's voice was starting to rise a bit. She was well aware that Susan got so quickly and easily aroused that she could be recklessly careless about who might be listening. As usual, Suzanne was forced to be the more responsible one.

She said as she picked up a packet of pre-made salad and put it in her cart, "Hold your horses and keep your voice down, Susan. This shopping trip isn't all fun and games, you know. We do have some actual shopping to do. I mean, it's Thanksgiving day and you haven't even bought the turkey yet."

"Oh, poo," Susan pouted. She seemed to focus a bit and even shopped for a minute or two long enough to put a couple of items in the shopping cart. In a happier tone, she added, "At least you didn't make me wear a bra, even though you put one on. That would just be more than I can take. I I might as well throw all my bras out, except for the support ones to keep my tits firm and high for my oh-so-lovable lover."

Suzanne looked around and was relieved to confirm that there was no one near to overhear Susan's ravings. She worried that Susan might say things to reveal her incestuous relationships. Susan had at least promised to be careful in using real names and so far was keeping to that. Suzanne figured that "Tiger" sounded innocuous enough, but it was good to be watchful and careful.

Suzanne asked, "So, how's the Televibe feel?" She had bought Televibes for all the women in the Plummer house after Alan had explained what a hit it had been when he'd used one with Glory, and on the way to the store she'd taken the time to demonstrate the different settings to Susan.

"Disappointing," Susan replied. "I mean, sure, there's a buzz, but I miss my widdle Tiger. I'd rather be cuddling with him, or better yet, feeling his hot thing in my hands. Mmmm! God, I just love to stroke it and feel that pre-cum soaking everything up. Oh, and then the squish, squish, squish as you just KNOW there's all that cum in there and it needs to come out!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes yet again. She exaggerated her chagrined look, knowing that Susan was completely oblivious to such expressions once she got started in on one of her Alan fantasies. But she thought, Well, I suppose it's as good a time as any to give the Televibe a try. She changed the setting on Susan's Televibe from the lowest to one of the medium settings. Then she quickly changed it back.

"Oooh!" Susan exclaimed, just as if she'd been goosed. Her ass bucked back dramatically. "That was... interesting."

Trying to make sure Susan would get into the Televibe play, Suzanne said, "Imagine that's your Tiger, standing right behind you here in the store. He finds you so sexy that he can't help but pinch your ass a little bit."

Susan liked that idea a lot. She breathed, "More! Hit me with another one, Suzanne!"

Suzanne walked right up to Susan and leaned into her ear. "Tiger thinks you look sooooo edible. He wants to crawl underneath that big dress of yours and lick your pussy right here in the store. Maybe no one will notice that someone is under there. Oops, he's getting down on his knees right now. Here he goes, bringing his face up to your hot box." She changed the setting to "rhythmic pulse" and kept it there, hoping that would crudely imitate the sensation of cunnilingus.

"Mmmm. MMMM!" Susan moaned as she strained not to have an orgasm right there. She looked around furtively to see if anyone else was noticing what an erotic experience she was having. Suddenly, she stood up ramrod straight. "Uh-oh! Turn it off! Turn it off!"

Suzanne changed the setting on her remote control back to low. "What is it?"

With a slight head nod, Susan said, "Male alert at three o'clock. I thought Brenda was going to take care of all of those beasts? Oh wait. The guy took off already. But bad Suzanne. You need to get punished for that." She took her Televibe remote control out of her pocket and pointed it at Suzanne like pointing a garage door opener. "Take that!"

Now Suzanne's eyes went big. "Whoa! What setting is that one? I like."

"I dunno. I just picked it at random. Uh-oh! Another male at the end of the aisle AND that woman over there is coming right at us! What are all these people doing shopping before nine o'clock in the morning? And what happened to our decoy, Brenda? I thought she was going to take care of all the guys."

Brenda meanwhile was positioned at the opposite end of the store, in the fruit and vegetables section. She looked a bit like an extremely buxom and slutty Jackie Onassis because she wore big dark sunglasses to help protect her identity in case someone might know her.

She wore a loose shirt and a very short and low slung miniskirt, plus very high heels. The cut down the middle of her top was so deep that all of her cleavage showing. There were deep cuts under the arms as well. Given the tremendous size of her breasts, her top alone was enough to cause a commotion. But short miniskirt with nothing but the barest thong underneath had the potential to cause havoc as well.

As soon as she walked in the store, all eyes were upon her. It was like in the movies when a gunslinger steps into a saloon and all music comes to a halt. Her outfit, by itself, would not have been that outrageous given that the store was near the beach and people came in wearing all kinds of things. Both men and women were known to come in wearing bathing suits and the store usually didn't bother to enforce its "no shoes, no shirts, no service" policy as long as at least flip flops were worn and all the private parts were covered.

What made Brenda stand out wasn't so much what she wore as the sheer shock of her stunning looks and unique Brenda dimensions. She had the body of a porn star and the big dark glasses made it seem probable that she was a famous porn star trying to hide her identity. With every step she took, her hips swayed and her breasts bounced and sloshed around inside her top like she was carrying two enormous water balloons. It was impossible not to gawk at her.

Two male employees quickly appeared at her side, asking if she needed help.

When she looked at them hungrily and said, "Oh God, yes!," both of them practically came in their pants. Her eyes lingered on their crotches.

Brenda had never done this kind of thing before. She knew how to selectively tease certain males by flaunting her big rack, but she'd never been so blatant in such a public place for fear of drawing the kind of crowd she was now hoping to attract. But she loved it. And she was just getting started.

When she reached the fruits and vegetables section, with the two employees eagerly trailing behind her, she stopped and said, "I need some help. Which of you want to help me?"

Both of the teenaged employees rushed forward, saying things like, "Me! Oh, pick me!"

Brenda just smiled like a seductress and said, "Okay, I'll pick both of you. We can make a threesome. Would you like that?"

Both the kids were too stunned to speak. Their minds were filled with dirty images of sexual threesomes.

So Brenda pressed on. "I want to buy some fruit, but I can never tell the good from the bad." She looked forward and saw a display of bananas. "For instance, bananas. How green is too green?"

She leaned forward to pick up a bunch of semi-ripe bananas and all hell broke loose. A crowd of about six males had been forming behind her (in fact, these were all the male customers who had happened to notice her since she'd entered the store).

Meanwhile, the two employees stood in front of her right next to the banana display. When she bent forward dramatically, her shirt billowed out, exposing nearly all of her dangling breasts to the two employees. In back, her miniskirt rode up, exposing all of her ass to the crowd behind her and giving them a good look at her pussy between her legs as well.

One of the employees, a typical gangly and pimple-faced teen, brought his hands to his loins and make a strange "Urp" sound. Then his eyes went wide and he shuffled off, still clutching his groin with both hands.

Brenda had a hard time not laughing. Oopsie! Looks like someone here has a quick trigger. He came already! Ooh, that was fun! Wouldn't it be great to get all of these guys to cum in their pants? But I suppose I'd better tone it down some. I'm going much too fast.

However, she was like a train out of control; she was having too much fun to stop or even slow down. She sauntered to another fruit display, swaying her hips ostentatiously. It seemed like her body was moving more side to side that it was going forward.

Her crowd of admirers followed behind, tongues hanging out. She spent the next few minutes wandering from here to there, pretending to buy fruit. However, it was all just a ruse for her to continually bend, stretch, and preen, and everyone knew it. She didn't even have a basket to put anything in she might buy into.

Time and time again, she pretended to drop something (even though she had nothing to drop). She would make a great show of this, verbally as well as visually. She'd say things like, "Oh no! Not AGAIN! Clumsy me. Oh no, and look! All these naughty boys are looking at my bum. I'd better try to cover up my most private spot before anyone gets the wrong idea."

She had a feeling she was going too far, far beyond what Suzanne had told her to do. But she was having so much fun that she found herself getting swept away in the moment. She loved hearing the cheers whenever she did the next outrageous thing.

Then she came to the watermelon bin. "Ooh! Watermelons! My favorite. But they're so hard to pick out. Does anyone here know how to pick out a good watermelon? I hear you have to feel them to know the good ones." She held up a watermelon in front of her chest. "Is there anyone who wants to feel my melons?"

The men responded with lots of hoots and hollers (though they were a bit muted as most of them realized it wouldn't be wise to draw attention and have security break up their fun).

Several eyes went to the remaining gangly employee, since he presumably really did know something about picking watermelons.

He stepped forward, but he was visibly shaking with nervousness. Obviously he had little experience with women and the crowd was further rattling him. But he put on a brave face and said, "Uh, you've got to, uh, knock on them." He walked forward and gently tapped on the watermelon she held.

But one man in the crowd, a bit larger and older than the teen, grew impatient with his timid assistance. He stepped forward. "Here. Let me help. Lady, I'll feel your melons." He reached out and put a hand on the watermelon she was holding. But instead of tapping on it, he caressed it lovingly. "Now that's how you treat a lady's melon!"

The crowd, which had meanwhile picked up a couple more men (in fact, nearly all the men in the store not working cash registers or with their wives), again hooted heartily, with lots of high-fives.

Encouraged, he added, "But don't pick this melon. It's not good." He took the melon out of her hands and put it back with the others while the employee stood by, gaping in amazement.

Then, smiling with disarming charm, he said, "The best melons are soft. Like, oh, these two big ones right here." He reached out as if to grab hold of her breasts. However, he chickened out at the last moment.

Again, the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, even louder this time.

Brenda found herself blushing. She thought, Uh-oh! This guy is really aggressive. I can't let things get out of control. I have to save myself for my son and my Master!

CHAPTER 5

Back on the other side of the store, Susan and Suzanne were in the bread section, actually doing some shopping while they waited for some of the other customers near them to clear out. There were many more customers than they had expected at such an early hour.

Susan got panicky whenever a male got close. She often would cling to Suzanne as if for protection. She'd hardly been out of the house for something like a shopping trip in the last week, and had changed so much in that short time she could scarcely remember how to act in public.

Finally, she decided the coast was clear and said, "Where were we? Oh yes. I believe you were telling me how my Tiger was under my dress."

Suzanne was amazed at her changeable emotions but took her remote control out and upped the settings on the Televibe. "No, actually. He decided that was too risky. He's standing behind you now. Can you feel a hand slowly drawing down your back? That's his hand. Even under all those clothes, you look so good that he can't help but touch you and caress you."

Susan closed her eyes. She visibly shivered all over and a thrill of electricity ran up and down her spine. "And then?" she asked breathlessly.

"Then his hand moves down to your ass. Tiger wants to get your attention and you know how he does that, don't you?"

Susan's whole body trembled as she imagined Alan "getting her attention" by kneading her buttocks and then invading her always lubed and ready asshole with one powerful, penetrating thrust. The Televibe aside, just thinking of that practically made her cum.

Suzanne upped Susan's Televibe speed a bit more. "His hand closes around the luscious round globe of- I don't know. Don't you think wheat bread is better? Something organic?"

Susan opened her eyes in confusion. She saw Suzanne holding a loaf of French bread and trying to act and sound like a shopper because another woman was standing just a few feet away.

But Susan was so aroused she wasn't deterred, especially since the intruder was a woman. She leaned forward and asked Suzanne in a sensuous voice, "What are you holding there? It seems very phallic, don't you think? Bring it down below your waist and imagine that's Sweetie's you-know-what. Now he's all hot for you. His big... loaf can sense how needy you are. You have a very needy, uh, muffin, don't you? Heh-heh, what a good word for the bread section. He's homing in on your muffin like a heat seeking missile 'cos it's so HOT!"

Throwing caution to the wind, Susan upped Suzanne's Televibe to its highest setting and closed in so she could whisper right into Suzanne's ear. "You know how BOLD and commanding Alan can be. If he wants a pussy, he gets it. He's relentless and unstoppable! And right now, he wants YOU! Right here, right over, well, how about over that display table full of cheeses? He's going to bend you over doggy-style and take you right here in the store! What do you think of that?"

Suzanne was suddenly so aroused that she didn't know what to do. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the woman shopper, who had an oversized figure and was probably in her fifties, was clearly eavesdropping and even drifting a bit closer. There were several other people elsewhere in the bread section who were liable to notice them at any time.

She tried to fight back. She thought, With Susan so out of control lately, I've got to stay in control. But dammit, her words are so exciting! Why can't I have a little fun too?

She replied in hushed tones, "No! You're wrong! He's after YOU! His cock, uh, it's sliding up and down your ass crack. And, uh... He's going to, uh..." She was trying to redirect the fantasy back onto Susan, but her pussy didn't want her to. She was conflicted and thoroughly aroused, so her thoughts were scattered.

"No he isn't," Susan said with surprising determination, walking into Suzanne's space and backing her into the table of breads behind her. "At least not until he's done with you. He IS a tiger and you're his prey. It doesn't matter where you go, you can't escape his demanding, big, thick COCK!" She suddenly put her hand on one of Suzanne's breasts.

Suzanne was so shocked by the unexpected touching that she dropped the loaf of French bread she'd been carrying. She quickly turned to the older woman nearby and caught the woman blatantly staring at her. Their eyes briefly locked and then the other woman looked down away, embarrassed. But the woman still lingered near to see what these two strange buxom beauties would do next.

Suzanne tried to push Susan away some because their faces were practically touching and she felt trapped between Susan and the table. "Calm down, woman! Don't make a scene!"

Susan looked around and saw several people staring at them. They happened to be all females, but still she had enough sense to realize she was going too far. She took her hand off of Suzanne's breast and tried to cool herself down.

However, she wasn't successful for very long. She said, "Sorry, but I'm so HOT! This Televibe has me so wet and I'm just getting all excited with this sexy talk! I mean, wouldn't it be great if our Tiger really WAS here and he just decided to plow you right here, in middle of everything and everyone? He'd pull those tight jeans down and ram his big log into your helpless cunt over and over and over! Imagine him taking you all the way, filling your tight little gash with one deep, powerful stroke!" Remembering the Televibe, she frantically fumbled at the controls until she managed to change settings.

She continued, "And what could people do about it? NOTHING!" She waved a hand through the air dismissively. "All these women here, they'd get so hot that they'd all be frigging themselves too. And then he'd do me next, with everyone watching! He'd shove his-"

Suzanne was panting and loving it, but at the same time more in tune with reality. She interrupted, "Whoa! Nelly! Hold on! You're not exactly calming down. And you're not calming me down in the slightest. Let's get our Televibes and set them back to the lowest setting, okay?"

"Okay," Susan pouted. "Oh, poo. You're no fun." She looked around, forcing the women who had been furtively eyeing her to pretend to do something else. "And this sweater. Argh! It's choking me. And my nipples are so hard they hurt. I like these special clamps you gave me that can be worn under clothes without much notice and it's nice not to be leaking everywhere. But the clamps pinch so much - they feel so good even as they feel so bad! I need to be naked and running wild! I need to be milked!"

"Sssh! Keep your voice down. People are staring again."

"Sorry. I'll try to control myself."

"You do that. Remember, we have to actually do some shopping before we go."

About four women in their aisle were still occasionally checking them out, but sensing the show was over they started going back to their business and move on to other aisles.

Suzanne thought, Why is it that Susan gets so turned on by thoughts of Alan, but practically nothing else? I mean, I didn't even need to bring the Televibe. It would be nice if just once she could get that excited thinking about ME. I'm not exactly chopped liver, you know. She sighed, but she was so aroused that she didn't get upset.

Susan was slowly counting to ten to calm herself when all of a sudden she heard a noise coming from the opposite end of the large supermarket. "Suzanne, did you hear that? I think that's Brenda, calling our names. She must need help."

"Uh-oh! Come on!" Suzanne left her cart and began running to the fruits and vegetables section, with Susan trailing a short distance behind. (Suzanne could run fast since she was wearing a bra, whereas Susan was forced to hold her breasts with both hands).

As they got closer, there was no mistaking Brenda's cries of "Suzanne! Susan!" They ran faster.

They cleared the tall frozen foods section, giving them an open display of the fruits and vegetables area. Brenda was surrounded by about a dozen guys. There were even more people standing further back, many of them female.

One man, the one who had been the most aggressive with Brenda's "watermelons" earlier, had his hand on her breasts and was saying lewd things to her. Everyone else was cheering him on. Brenda's sunglasses were gone and she was staring helplessly at his hand while her whole body wriggled in a mixture of resistance and arousal.

Suzanne thought on her feet. Those guys around her look so rabid that if we go in there we might just be throwing more wood on the fire. It looks like an orgy's about to break out! Suddenly, she yelled, "Everybody freeze! It's the police!"

That brought an instant reaction. Even though no one could see any police uniforms or even knew who was yelling, the group around Brenda broke up immediately. Some guys even ran away.

"Okay, everybody, show's over!" she shouted. She barked, "Nothing to see here, move along!"

Her words were clichéd but effective. Somewhat to her surprise, everyone scattered, including two teenaged boys in employees' uniforms.

Though Susan didn't say anything, she stood behind Suzanne with her arms folded, looking convincingly tough.

Brenda rushed over to Suzanne and Susan and embraced both of them at once. "Boy am I glad to see you!"

"Are you okay?" Susan asked with motherly concern.

Brenda was panting heavily, but smiled and said, "I'm fine. That was fun! But it was starting to go from fun to ugly. I guess I was a little too successful with the flirting and there were just more many guys than I could handle. This one guy who was kind of the ringleader actually started fondling my breasts in front of everyone and that's when I freaked and started yelling your names."

Even though Suzanne had just seen that with her own eyes, she was surprised enough to ask, "He did?!" Thinking a bit more, she added, "What got into him?"

Brenda blushed. "Well, I may have kind of goaded him to do it a little bit. But I never actually expected he'd go through with it!" She blushed a darker shade of red. "Okay, maybe I wasn't that surprised, but he didn't take his hands off. ... And I mean, admittedly, I liked that too, but I didn't want my Master or Mistresses to get mad at me. Things were getting out of control. You came just in time or who knows what might have happened. I'm so wet!"

Susan, realizing that Brenda was going to remain the center of attention as long as she was dressed like that, quickly pulled her sweater off and offered it to Brenda. She was glad to be free of the sweater (her shirt underneath kept her well covered).

As Brenda put it on and tugged her miniskirt down, Suzanne said, "Let's get out of here! I don't think we did anything illegal, but still it would be best to go before the store's security people come."

Brenda started walking out, with the other two on each side of her like bodyguards. Her high heels click-clicked on the hard tiles in contrast to their quiet sneakers. She giggled, "Actually, one of the guys hollering and clapping was the security guard who had come to investigate. He was REALLY investigating up close." She giggled some more.

They made it out of the store and back to the car without any trouble, though the employees stuck behind the cash registers all stared at them in confusion.

When they got there, they just stood silent for a minute or two, recovering from the excitement.

Finally, Susan said, "Hey Suzanne, what about our shopping? We left our cart in the middle of one of the aisles."

"No big loss. I'm not going back in there. Who knows where the manager is, but I don't want to find out. We'll just shop in a different store before going home. THIS time, without Televibes or decoys. What did we learn here, girls?"

Brenda suggested, "Cry for help when strange guys start groping you in public?"

"Well, that is one thing, but not what I was going to suggest. I was going to say that we're not exactly ready for prime time in the real world. We're all too horny and excitable. Brenda, it wasn't just you going overboard, Susan and I were a little out of control too. I thought we were going to be so low key and undetectable. I've never shopped at this hour on Thanksgiving and I thought the place would be deserted. We're lucky nothing bad happened."

The other two hung their heads guiltily.

Brenda said, "I feel so bad. I deserve a big spanking."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "You certainly went all out in being a decoy, didn't you? I'm kind of regretful that I missed your little show. Nice try, but remember that you get spankings when you do something good, not bad."

"Oops," Brenda giggled. "Never mind. But the thing is, I do feel bad. I can't control myself. It's like a horny switch got turned on inside of me a few weeks back and I can't turn it off."

Suzanne said ruefully, "I know exactly what you mean. Unfortunately, the exact same thing has happened to all of us, myself included. We'd better be careful not to put ourselves in vulnerable positions with other men, at least until that horny switch gets turned down some. But let's worry about that later. Come on, gals, we've got a lot to do to prepare for the big Thanksgiving meal and now we're going to be running behind schedule. No more hanky panky, is that clear?"

The other two nodded like scolded children.

Suzanne sighed and thought, It's a shame that I badly misjudged things. Now I probably will be too embarrassed to shop here again and ditto for Susan. Brenda definitely won't want to come back. I wish we had some kind of place where we could play sexy games in public without consequences...

CHAPTER 6

Xania had a problem: she wanted to have a lot of great sex with Alan before she left, but he'd cum recently and furthermore he wasn't "in the mood" at all. She also didn't know how much time she'd have him all to herself but she figured it couldn't be that long.

She considered how best she could get him going again. She dressed in a see-through gown in the hopes that would inspire him. (He wore a long T-shirt but nothing else.)

However, when they went downstairs he seemed a lot more interested in eating breakfast than fooling around. Worse from Xania's perspective, he remained deep in thought, ruminating over the many things they'd just discussed.

Xania decided that a change in scene might be helpful. Remembering the great sex she'd had with Alan by the pool the last time she was here, she waited until he finished a bowl of cereal and orange juice then suggested, "Hey, why don't we go out back? Maybe take a swim?"

"Okay," he replied, but without much enthusiasm.

Xania went outside first, removed her gown, and sat up in a lawn chair in a very provocative pose. She rested her hands on her breasts, visually all but shouting "Come fuck me now!"

However, in Alan's hyper-sexual world, her pose wasn't that unusual. He followed her to the lawn chair, but he just stood near her and stared into the distance.

Trying to engage him, Xania asked, "What are you thinking about so heavily?"

Alan considered her question for some moments then said, "Well, I hate to say this, but I will since I feel like I don't have to play games with you. I hope you're not insulted, but I'm thinking about my vivid dream. And particularly, Glory in it. I really miss her."

But Xania didn't mind that much if he was thinking about another woman as long as she could find a way to use that to get him aroused again. So she began applying suntan lotion to her fair skin and asked, "What is it you like about her?"

Alan smiled for the first time in a while. "What's not to like? She's great. In the dream she was getting all carried away about some arcane history stuff, and that's just like her in real life sometimes. She's passionate AND smart. Both book smart and wise. Kind of like you, actually."

Xania saw no need to disabuse Alan of the idea that she was book smart; in fact she'd struggled in college and hadn't done much that could be called an intellectual pursuit since.

But Alan was on a roll. "And as if that isn't enough, she surfs and is so all around athletic and fit. Of course, that makes for some great sex. You should see her blowjobs and deep throats. Wow. And she's FUN. Whenever we used to get together it seemed we were always playing some kind of game, usually a sexual role play. I sure do miss her, but she's probably better off without me." His face started to turn sad and wistful.

Trying to keep Alan in a happy mood, Xania said, "Role plays are great, aren't they? What if we try one right now?"

Alan finally turned to Xania and fully focused on her. "Okay. Maybe later though, 'cos I'm not really feeling creative at the moment. But you know, before I forget, I've been meaning to ask you something for a long time now: what's it like to be a porn star? Is it all it's cracked up to be?"

Xania smiled. Finally he's starting to come around. "Well, kiddo, first off, you have to remember that I'm not actually a porn star. I'm just an actress who happens to get a lot of roles in sexy B-movies. My breasts are just too big for anyone to take me seriously in the more popular stuff." She sat up and pressed her arms underneath her rack to make her point, causing her boobs to push up and out.

"I know, I know, you keep saying that, but come on, humor me here. You do full on nude sex scenes, don't you? That kind of makes you a porn star."

"Well, in the movies I'm in, things sometimes do get pretty hot and heavy, but there's no penetration. ... Except for this one film I made when I was just starting out. I guess you could call that one a full on porn flick."

Alan's face lit up. "A-ha! I knew it! I DO have a famous porn star lying naked in my backyard. Sweet. What's that one called and how do I get a copy?"

"Famous? Hardly. I'll bet you've never heard of my screen name, Dawn Starr. Did you hear of 'Southbound'? That's the best known film I have a big role in."

"Sorry, no. Dawn Starr? With two R's? How cheesy." He groaned.

"I know, but my agent said you have to have a name that's distinctive and easy to remember. And now I'm stuck with it, for better or worse."

"I like you as Xania much better. But now I'm seriously going to be checking out your work at the local video store. What's your porn flick called?"

She sat back in the chair, bummed he didn't know her work (even as she knew the odds of that were extremely low). "Oh gaaawwdd. Let's not talk about that. It's so embarrassing."

"Oh, come on. Pretty please?"

"Well, if you must know, it's called 'Lesbian Spank Inferno.'"

Alan was growing increasingly engaged. His penis was starting to revive now that he was looking at her rub the suntan lotion on herself as they conversed. "Really? How cool!" His face broke into a wide grin. "We could use some more spank inferno action around here. What's the plot?"

"Plot? Ha! Please. Well, if you insist, the 'plot' is that the head nurse at a hospital, that's me by the way, is upset that the nurses under her keep drinking all the male patients dry of all their cum. She 'punishes' them with a lot of spankings and lesbian sex, using a lot of strap-ons in the process. Everyone ends up well and truly fucked. The end."

Alan laughed. He was tickled pink by the over the top plot and actually started clapping. Her description helped him finish regaining his erection too. "Bravo! Woo-hoo! That sounds great! I'm so gonna get a copy of that. Ooh, and I should give a copy to Akami since it's about nurses. Did it win any Oscars?"

Xania laughed at his good-natured joke of a question. "Cute." She decided to play along. "Actually, it was nominated in the Best Lesbian Spanking Film category, but lost out to 'Thelma and Louise.'"

Alan laughed. "Nepotism and intrigue, no doubt. Especially since 'Thelma and Louise' didn't even HAVE a lesbian spanking scene. Those bastards!" He playfully shook a fist in the air as she laughed. "By the way, how did you get your role in that? Is it true what they say about the casting couch? I have so many questions now that I have my own porn star to interview."

"Interview? Kid, what are you thinking? Us porn stars are good for a lot more than just talking. Get your ass over here so Alan Junior can 'interview' my pussy!"

Alan was still standing a few feet from her, but he quickly rectified that situation. As he came close he saw a tempting and exposed ass cheek, and gave it a good slap.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I'm just trying to start my own spank inferno." He began running his hand up and down her magnificent body, paying particular attention to her tummy and hips. "So tell me about the casting couch."

"Sorry, I don't kiss and tell." Sensing the time was right to resume intimate contact, she poured heaping helpings of suntan lotion on her hands and stood up. Then she seized his protruding erection and began stroking. Ah! Now this is more like it.

Alan made no move to stop her; he loved the way the coconut scented oil was assisting her fingers to slide around. But he complained about her secrecy. "Oh, come ON! I confess to fucking my mother and sister and you're still keeping secrets? I thought we were becoming close friends."

"All right. Fine. Let's just say that I wasn't immune to using sex to get ahead. But on the other hand, I could have gone a lot farther if I didn't keep some scruples. For one, I didn't go the full porn route when I could have gotten a lot of big roles there, given my curvy and all natural figure. I wouldn't have to act a lick, I could just stand there and wiggle my tits and ass. Needless to say, that wouldn't be very artistically challenging and I get plenty of sex at home in much more enjoyable conditions. But since you're so curious, why don't we role play a casting couch situation?"

She sat back down on the lawn chair and then went straight back to jacking him off with both hands. "This can be our casting couch, right here. You can be the evil director and I can be the innocent, wide-eyed kid just off the bus from, say, Kansas."

"Excellent! But aren't you a little, uh, underdressed for the role?" He eyed her naked body from head to toe like a dirty old man.

"Never mind that. Both Susan and Suzanne's clothes fit me perfectly. I'll be back in a jiff." She let go of his erection and made to go.

"Awww," he complained as she left Alan Junior alone. He was really getting worked up now and didn't want her to leave, even though she would only be gone a couple minutes. He put on a sad puppy dog face.

She laughed gaily, and then sat back down on the lawn chair right before him. "Don't worry, you're such an evil director that I'm sure there will be a lot of happy stroking and more. But here's something to make sure you don't miss me while I'm gone."

She grabbed his erection with both hands, leaned forward, and slowly fed it into her mouth. Inch after inch went in. But she didn't stop when it hit the back of her throat; she kept feeding his entire big dick down her throat.

Alan was amazed. He grunted in surprise and arousal when she got the very last of it in and pressed her nose into his pubic hair. "Dang, you're deep throating me!" He put his hands on her head and began face-fucking her with vigor.

Xania wasn't gentle or timid about it - she allowed him to slide in and out of her throat to a surprising degree. He could plow so many inches back and forth that it was just like fucking a vagina with slow and deep strokes. But she wasn't finished yet. As his penis went slowly in and out, she used her tongue to tickle and tantalize it as it went back and forth. Her hands, no longer having room to hold his erection, focused on fondling his balls instead.

Alan exclaimed, "Oh! Yeah! Like that! God, that's just like how Glory does it, except your tongue is way longer. Oh man! Man oh man oh man! You really know what to do there!"

They went on like that for another minute or two. Both of them were having such a good time that all thoughts of Xania putting on some clothes for the role play were at least temporarily forgotten.

Alan kept shouting things to encourage her. He'd been shouting fairly loudly since he figured that the backyard was completely immune from the neighbors, due to all the high greenery.

So he was completely taken aback when he heard a strange voice say, "Frank, come here, you have to see this!"

He looked around frantically to find out where the voice was coming from.

Xania heard the voice as well and froze in mid-suck. She wanted to pull back and find out who was speaking to begin with, and then get clothed and decent as fast as possible. However, Alan's hands kept her head firmly in place. She disengaged her hands from his balls and began frantically but lightly punching his thighs with her fists to get his attention.

But Alan had no intention of letting her go. His eyes quickly focused on the one part of a neighbor's house where one could look in to the backyard, namely, Amy's second floor room in the Pestridge house next door. He could see Amy standing at her window, wildly waving at him. He'd tensed up upon hearing the voice but his whole body relaxed when he realized it was just Amy playing games.

However, Xania couldn't see what he was seeing and remained freaked out. In fact, the only thing she could see at all was a very close up view of Alan's rather sparse pubic hair (he didn't have much hair anywhere on his body).

Alan took one hand off of her head.

She breathed a sigh of relief (through her nose), thinking that he was going to let go of her completely.

However, he was only doing that so he could briefly wave at Amy and let her know that he was approving of what she was doing. First he made the okay sign, and then he waved his hand in the air like a third base baseball coach waving a runner in to score. Then he rapidly dropped his hand back to Xania's head to prevent her from pulling herself free.

Amy understood his intent. She was playing the part of a disapproving yet secretly aroused neighbor to better get into a convincing mood.

Trying to disguise her voice as she had before, she said in a loud voice, "Frank, come on! Look at this! It's that Plummer kid. He has some kind of busty centerfold in his back yard and she's deep throating him. I've never seen anything like it!"

At that, Xania resumed punching Alan's thighs, only harder this time. She was also trying to speak but her mouth was so stuffed full of cock that she could do little more than make muffled moans.

Alan bent down and whispered, "Xania, relax. That's just the Ritters. They're cool, a nice older couple. That must be Martha talking; she gets pretty loud. I don't think they're the types to call the police. They seem to live such boring lives; can't we give them a little show? Come on. Please?"

Xania tried to shake her head no but Alan was using his hands now to push her head back and forth, causing her to repeatedly take his dick in as deep as it could go. She sighed and resigned herself to her embarrassing fate of deep throating him before strangers, since she had no good way to communicate.

Once Alan felt Xania's resignation by the way she resumed wrapping her tongue around his erection and sucking with her lips, he let up a bit on the way he was forcing her head back and forth.

Xania, though not into bondage per se, did love the excitement of public exposure, and she loved being "forced" to be so exposed. So her resistance was brief and now her enthusiasm was doubled.

Alan, seeing how much Xania was getting into it, madly nodded his head up and down at Amy to encourage her to say more. He could see her scratch her head as she thought of what to say. He also noticed that she was wearing a very revealing nightgown (Amy naturally slept in the nude but had thrown the gown on in case another neighbor actually was looking). Alan found himself even more aroused watching Amy while Xania continue to deep throat him.

Then Amy's disguised voice shouted, "Frank, I KNOW! Look at that; she's buck naked! God, what a total slut!" After a pause, she said, "I know, I know! She took all eight fat inches down her throat. How did she DO that?! I mean, his dick is so big and so thick! That has to be impossible!"

Xania, listening closely, happily straightened a bit, proud that she was doing the "impossible."

Amy knew she wasn't good at male voices but she paused as if "Frank" was inaudibly answering. Then she said, "Never mind how I know that, everyone around here knows that. It's common knowledge. The scuttlebutt is the Plummer boy has his own harem of jaw-droppingly gorgeous women, if you can believe that! ... I know, I KNOW! I'm starting to believe it now too!"

Amy had recently watched an episode of the British comedy "Fawlty Towers" and was trying to imitate the voice of the character Sybil (the role of John Cleese's wife).

Xania was getting increasingly aroused with each passing moment and was really going to town on Alan now. One of her hands was tugging on Alan's balls while the other had snaked between his thighs and was toying with his asshole.

She didn't know where the "Ritters" were, but hoped to give them a show on Alan's front and back sides to make sure they could at least see something from any direction. She thought, If a show is what they want, that's what they're going to get! I'm gonna completely rock their world!

Alan felt sure enough she wasn't going to pull off from her deep throating that he removed one h