Part 62: The Devil Inside
(MF, FF, inc, slow, reluc, voy)
Written by Spacer X and IBT (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Alan and Xania were lying naked and resting next to each other on a pair of lawn chairs by the Plummer house backyard pool. They'd been talking about the women in Alan's life while they both recovered from an intense sexual session.
Xania suggested, "You know, I'm not wearing a watch, but it is getting hotter as the sun rises and the shadows around us shrink. I'd say it's definitely after nine. I know you've got a nice, dark, all-over tan there kiddo, but even you need some sunscreen. And I DEFINITELY need sunscreen, with my fair skin. Not only that, but when Amy came out here a couple minute ago she very thoughtfully left some lotion." She wiggled suggestively. "Care to put some on me?"
Alan sighed. "I guess."
"You guess? What kind of attitude is that? You've got a buck naked woman wanting you to slather her E-cups with lotion, and you sigh like you've just been told to mow the lawn?"
"Sorry. It's just that I'm so weary. It's this six times a day schedule. Even though I don't keep close track anymore, I'm still easily keeping my average and even exceeding it. Heck, with all the women in my life, what else can I do? I do love it, and I mean I really, really love it. But the pace is so fucking relentless! Every single day! It's not like I can just say, 'nah, today I don't feel like sex'. Too many people have expectations. My mom would probably commit seppuku if I went all day without cumming once. At the very least, she'd have a heart attack worrying about my sperm build up. Not only that, but my body won't let me stop even if I wanted to. I'm like a nicotine addict smoking two packs a day - I can't just go cold turkey or my body rebels. I found that out during the unfortunate camping trip last week. And I love it, don't get me wrong, but sometimes, like right now, I just want to rest."
Xania smirked. "Alan, I sympathize. I really do. But you need to keep things in perspective. I'm not just talking about comparing yourself to starving kids in Africa, although there is that. Never forget what an unbelievably charmed life you live. But what I'm talking about is closer to home, easier to compare to. Think of the business executive, for instance, who has dozens, if not hundreds, of employees depending on him or her. A lot of executives like that never rest, never take vacations, and are miserable from the weight of the world on their shoulders. Or think of a poor kid your age, already stuck with a wife and kids, who had to drop out of school to get a job and is probably doing drugs as the only means of escape from too many worries and responsibilities. Compared to millions of people here in this country, the pressures on you really aren't that great."
"I know, I know," Alan complained. "But the thing is, good sex is sooo draining. Emotionally, mentally, physically. Like this little casting couch role play we just did. God, it was a ton of fun, but the sexual highs were so intense that I feel like my soul was sucked right out of me. I can barely lift my arm, it feels like. The harried executive or poor teen or whomever doesn't have soul shattering experiences every single day like I do. You know?"
Xania began covering her skin with the lotion since it was clear Alan was too exhausted. "You know what your problem is? You're too conscientious. You worry too much about your loved ones. It's an admirable trait, don't get me wrong, but sometimes you just have to let go and not try to please everyone all the time. Don't always be worried if they're getting enough sexual satisfaction, because you know what? The bar is set so low. Think about it. Your family four and Brenda are so hot for you that all you have to do is touch them on their elbows and they're cumming already. So don't stress during sex, all right? Just enjoy it!"
Despite being in a non-erotic mood, Alan's eyes closely watched Xania applying the lotion on her nude body. "I know what you're saying. And I think that's why I liked the submissive sex thing last night, because I wasn't in control and had no responsibilities, so I didn't have to worry. But I feel guilty. I mean, I'm getting blown and stroked all the time, but when was the last time I went down on a woman? I'm too selfish with my sexual habits as it is. Like, have you heard of the stealth stroking we do here sometimes? It doesn't get any more one sided than that."
"Nonsense. The women here fall all over each other to get to be your stealth stroker, and why? Because they love it just as much as you do. I know just what you need," Xania said confidently, changing gears a bit. "You need to fuck me again right now, and this time it should be up the ass."
Alan laughed. "You're joking, right?"
"No. I'm deadly serious. You need to realize you can let go and have stress-free, responsibility-free sex while still being in charge. You can feel what you felt last night without having to be tied up and blindfolded. It's the logical next step for you."
Alan still chortled. "And it's just a total coincidence that you were hinting about anal sex five minutes ago? Xania, isn't there a rule against psychologists sleeping with their patients 'cos it warps their judgment?"
"True, but as you may have noticed, I'm not exactly your ordinary counselor. I use sex as a learning tool. True, it doesn't have to be anal sex, but not only am I feeling up for a little butt fun, but I think it would actually be particularly apt to prove a point." She paused to give him a peculiarly piercing look with her intelligent and intense eyes. "Tell me, what do you think of when you think of anal sex?"
"Well, it's tough. Tight. Lots of resistance. I think of really tight tunnels, my cock slowly pushing deeper, but it's slow going. Needs a lot of prep work. In the end, though, it's definitely worth it."
Xania grinned. "Yes it is. In the end." She quickly glanced into his lap and noticed that merely having him describe his feelings on anal sex was starting to get him hard. The fact that she was spending nearly all of her time applying the suntan lotion to her breasts wasn't hurting the revival of his erection at all.
Alan laughed as he realized his accidental double meaning. He punned, "That's the bottom line, huh?"
She laughed and punned back, "You bet your ass it is!"
He looked down and also saw his penis starting to rise.
Xania enthused, "Damn, kiddo! All I have to do is ask you to think about anal sex and POW! Alan Junior has entered the building. Talk about the youthful powers of rejuvenation. For all your protests, it seems like ninety percent of the time when I see you, you've got a raging hard-on. The other ten percent, you've just cum in somebody and you're recovering."
Alan chuckled. "Yeah, that's not too far off, actually. But it only seems like that to you, because when you're looking at me I'm also looking at you, and you're a walking orgasm." He let his fingers slide up from her knee to her hip. "How could I not get hard around you?"
He looked over to his house, where he could see Susan, Brenda, and Katherine milling about in the kitchen. "Hell, everyone here is a walking orgasm. How can I keep up? You know, sometimes my penis hurts just from being hard so much. Or maybe it's just from all the cocksucking. But it can be a problem. It probably could use a break."
Xania shook her head. "Trust me, you need this. Besides, how else am I supposed to show you what little tricks and techniques I've been teaching Sean? He practically spent all of yesterday afternoon in my ass, and you haven't done my backdoor even once yet. That's just not right."
Grinning, Alan raised an eyebrow. "Those breasts of yours covered with lotion yet? Seems that's the only spot you've covered with any lotion so far."
She grinned back, "True, but I believe you can never be too careful when it comes to applying lotion on breasts."
"I can't disagree with those wise words." His smile grew even wider.
It took a little more cajoling, and a lot more mutual sunscreen application (which turned into fondling and kissing), but eventually Xania talked Alan into having a go at anal sex with her, if only for "educational purposes." It took yet more minutes to get her ass lubed-up to her satisfaction and Alan's thick erection firmly implanted within her back door, but eventually they managed to do it.
Finally, Alan stood with his legs spread and his hands on Xania's lower back, thoroughly aroused against his will and still weary from too much sex. "Okay Xania, I'm literally balls deep in your ass, just like you wanted me to be. Now, can you please tell me how this is going to help relieve my sense of being sexually overwhelmed, and not just make it worse?" There was a strain in his voice as his erection adjusted to being in her buttery yet tight hole.
"Sure, Sweetie. I like that name, 'Sweetie.' It fits you so well. Anyway, do you remember last night when you were really getting into that Beatles song you kept playing, and do you remember the line you liked so much?"
He had to take a couple of deep breaths before answering, "Yep. 'Tomorrow Never Knows' was the song, and the line was 'Turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream'."
"Exactly. Now, tell me why-"
Alan interrupted with a surprised cry. "Wait! What's that you're doing?" He'd noticed that Xania's ass didn't appear to be moving in the slightest on the outside, but inside suddenly there was a party going on.
"Oh you mean my cock milking?" she asked nonchalantly while grinning mischievously. "Bet you didn't think Xania had it in her, eh? Kid, my ass is a non-stop butter churner. Actually, it's a technique I learned from Suzanne in college, but I like to think that I've made my own unique improvements to it since then. Doesn't she do this to you?"
Alan panted and worked his PC muscle. "Not enough! Ugh! You're so fucking good at that!"
"Thanks." She started milking his erection with even stronger squeezes, just to show what she could do. Then she did something that Alan had only ever experienced with Susan. Starting at the root of his penis, her internal muscles somehow rolled a massaging grip along his length in a wavelike motion, before reversing and then smoothly rolling back from the head to the root.
Alan couldn't quite manage to stifle a small cry of pleasure. He grabbed Xania's hips and strained his PC muscle, trying desperately not to cum. Oh no! Not "The Wave" too! Too fucking... GOOD!
"Oh, you like that one, do you?" Xania asked, way too calmly. She did it again, just to feel and hear Alan's struggle against an untimely ejaculation. "This is something that I understand even the mighty Suzanne can't do, by the way. Of course, that's probably 'cos she's so cunt focused. I tried teaching this to Susan the other day, but I haven't had a chance to check on her progress yet."
Alan groaned as Xania did it again. "Mom can do i-it t-too, but not as good as yo-ou can!"
Good for Susan. She must be practicing those exercises I taught her religiously. But I should ease up on him a bit. I don't want him to have TOO much fun too soon, heh-heh. She said, "I'm going to ease up on you for a while, okay?"
"Thank fucking God! You've got me sweating like a pig already, and I haven't even started thrusting yet."
They waited a minute or two. Finally, Alan was calm enough to ask, "So. Sean really spent all of yesterday in your ass, eh? I'm glad to hear that."
"Oh yeah. He was great. He didn't want to fuck my ass at first, spouting all kinds of nonsense about stupid reasons he had to stay 'pure' for his angel, da da da. Well I wasn't going to have any of that idiocy, so I threw him on the bed and practically raped the poor boy with my hungry ass. I was so fucking horny by then, there was no way he WASN'T going to do me back there. Then I gave him a little bit of this." She did her milking motion again.
"And some of this one." She repeated "The Wave" move. "That sure changed his tune in a hurry."
Alan groaned loudly, his eyes bulging out. "I c-can't imagine w-why!"
Xania chuckled. "Neither can I," she said with mock cluelessness. "But once he got over his hang-ups, he really cut loose on me. I think you did a bang up job picking an apprentice. He's a natural at sex, just like you. Of course he was completely out of his league with an experienced lady like me, and his technique lacks finesse, but that will come in time. He's certainly not ready for Heather yet, but he's making quick progress. What I liked best is that he seems to have a 'bad Sean' streak just like your 'bad Alan' one. You can see it in his eyes when the nasty takes over."
"Oh good," Alan sighed with relief. That'll help big time with Heather. I'm glad that devilish streak he shows sometimes when we play games comes out in sex, too.
He was going to think about Sean's situation some more, but just then Xania's talented asshole seized him in a strong grip. He was struck nearly catatonic with pleasure.
As intense as the experience was for Alan, such anal squeezes were almost effortlessly easy for someone as well practiced as Xania. She continued talking casually, "But as I was saying before, tell me why you have to be tied up before you can follow my advice about letting go? Just start fucking me, but with a devil-may-care attitude. Don't think about my pleasure or if I've cum yet. There's no need for elaborate role plays, either. I'm not saying I didn't love the Dirk Dudley role play, 'cos I did, but you don't have to do that every single time. Sometimes you just need to shut up and fuck the hell out of a hot, tight ass to get your stress release."
"All right. Okay! I think I can see what you mean, now." He snorted with laughter as he said, "You're saying I should take a load off."
She laughed too. "Exactly. That should be easy for you by now, Mr. Six Times a Day Man."
His attitude brightened as he warmed to her idea. "I should just let go of everything, like I did last night. It's like... Last year, I went on this ski trip. And when I got to the top of the mountain and I was hanging there at the top of a ski run, I just blanked my mind and just did it, I dropped over the edge and flew down the mountain. Completely on instinct. And it felt so good!"
Alan started slowly thrusting in and out of her, partly to stop her milking motions before they made him cum too soon. Ironically, thrusting was actually less arousing for him, since it limited her internal undulating massaging of his shaft, but not for her, because it increased the exquisitely sexy friction she'd been longing for as he pumped her rear.
"By jove, I think he's got it!" Xania enthused. "And there's no need to feel guilty about not paying enough attention to the woman's needs or worry you're not living up to your reputation, because if you really let go, you're gonna pound my ass into the ground so good I'm gonna lose all count of my orgasms anyway."
Hearing that, Alan began thrusting in and out with even more gusto. Ironically, his very weariness at so much sex made him better at it, because he was too tired to overanalyze and worry. His mind was happy to shut off and just get lost in the moment, like Xania wanted him to do.
"There now," Xania cooed, trying to look over her shoulder back at him but not quite making it. "Doesn't that make you feel soooo much better?" She grunted with pleasure as her hips started rocking back to meet his thrusts. "You're such a good fucker, kid. How many women have you tamed so far with that big beautiful prick of yours? Oh boy! Ugh! Doesn't that just feel- ugh! Right? You belong- hnnnggg! Fucking, oh! Fucking machine! Yes!"
Fuck me! He IS a natural! Sean's good, and their erections are close to the same size, but there's just something extra with Alan. This idea Alan has to hand Heather off to Sean is going to be a really tough sell.
Alan was pushing faster and deeper, really into it now. And just like Xania predicted, he not only loved the experience, but he felt a great weight of stress lift from his shoulders.
He thought, This is great! What's really great is that if I can do this once, I can do it again and again. I need to learn how to master different kinds of sex. There's tender making love, attentive sex, pile-driving freak outs, imaginative role plays, this kind of mindless stress reducing sex-
Just then, Alan heard a woman scream.
"Oh God! Eric, you have to come and see this!"
Alan froze in mid-thrust, and he felt Xania tense up and freeze too. Alan didn't recognize the voice, but he did get a sense of where it was coming from, and the mention of the name Eric further clued him in.
Alan and Xania had been facing directly away from the Pestridge house, but all he had to do to find the source of the voice was to turn his torso and crane his head around. Unfortunately for Xania, she had no chance of looking that way as long as she was getting plowed doggy style.
With great fear, Alan's eyes focused on Amy's window on the second floor. He saw two silhouettes, which just caused his heartbeat to pound harder. He remembered seeing Amy standing there about a half an hour or more earlier, but the sun had risen higher by now and there was a bright glare on the side of the Pestridge house. So while he was able to see Amy before, now he couldn't tell who it was.
Alan was ready to completely panic as he looked and saw silhouettes of a man and woman standing together. He felt his erection start to rapidly deflate. However, despite the mention of the name Eric, the male silhouette was of an athletic man. That seemed odd, since Eric had let himself go and gained a lot of weight in recent years.
He was still puzzling over this, but after what was really only seconds since the scream, the hand of the woman started waving at him in a friendly manner. Then she somehow picked up the man and started waving him around too.
Alan was completely freaked out by that, until he realized the only explanation was that there was no man there at all, but some kind of cardboard cutout of one.
Then the woman turned so Alan could see a side view of her profile. Two things leaped out at him. One, whoever it was had an extremely hefty rack. Two, the mystery woman was sticking out her tongue, and even from so far away Alan could tell it was an abnormally long one. It looked like she was either periodically touching the tip of her nose with it, or coming quite close.
The pieces suddenly fell into place and he thought, Suzanne! Duh! Of course! I didn't recognize her at first because the profile of her hair is all wrong, but she must have just piled it up on her head. What the fuck is she DOING, though, standing there with a cardboard cutout?
Duh! She's trying to trick Xania! That's so hilarious! It's exactly what Amy was doing just a little while before. Talk about like mother, like daughter! I love it!
He heard Xania's voice break through. "Alan?! Alan! Alan, can't you hear me? Talk to me! Who is that and why are you laughing?"
He realized she must have been urgently whispering to him for some long moments while he was off on another planet, intensely worrying and thinking. He said in a low voice, "Sorry, I think I've lost my mind. But that's Eric, Suzanne's husband, and his mistress. Her name's uh, Maria, I think." Knowing that Xania wasn't in position to see, he held his arm high up and made an OK signal to Suzanne.
Suzanne made an OK back, and then put her arm around the cardboard cutout. She was ready for Xania to look her way and see nothing but the silhouette of an affectionate couple.
His distress had actually only lasted a couple of seconds, so his penis started to grow again before it had a chance to deflate down to even half-hard. Within moments, his shaft was stiff as a board and he resumed using it in Xania's clenching butt.
Xania noticed his rebounding hardness with alarm. "Alan!" she hissed, futilely attempting to look back at him over her shoulder. She exhaled in surprise when he resumed his earlier rhythm. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"I'm fucking you some more. I mean, as long as we're gonna do the time we might as well do the crime, right?"
"What? That's crazy! Stop right now!" Xania tried to wiggle Alan's erection out of her ass, but he was far too deeply embedded. All her wiggling only made fucking her that much more enjoyable for him.
Alan said in a serene and carefree tone, "Why stop though? I was just laughing because I freaked when I saw them, but then I remembered your advice not to freak, not to stress. Just relax and float downstream, and fuck to your heart's content. Forget everything else." He had resumed a good rhythm and was happily plowing away by the time he finished saying that.
Xania imagined what she must look like to the strangers watching her. She wondered if they were in position to see her large and heavy breasts sway back and forth with every thrust Alan made in her. She desperately wanted to at least cover her chest with an arm to give herself some dignity, but Alan was thrusting into her so hard that she needed both hands on the ground just to brace herself.
She hissed, "I didn't mean you should do it when people are watching! Get a grip, kid! We've got to go inside NOW! ... Unless... Oh no. This isn't another trick, is it? SHIT! It better not be!"
Alan laughed some more. "No. And that's what made me laugh too. It's so ironic after what Amy just did that we really got spotted, and from the same window no less. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."
He slowed down his rhythm to a near stop so that Xania's whole body wasn't shaking in time to his thrusts.
Xania replanted her hands on the ground a bit, positioning herself at an angle to where she could crane her head around and see Amy's window.
She panicked as she saw the two silhouettes.
Alan could feel the tension course through her ass as her sphincter muscles clenched even more tightly around his dick.
"Oh SHIT!" she muttered, on the verge of panic. "There're TWO of them! I know you enough to know you wouldn't bring another man in on your tricks, especially not a guy like Eric. Fuck! We ARE fucked! What are we going to do?!"
Although she was protesting, her body was on fire like a raging inferno. She didn't consciously realize it, but she'd resumed her exquisite milking and churning motions again, and with much more frantic urgency.
Alan was about to resume his thrusting once more, but he decided instead to hold as still as he could and see what Xania would end up doing by herself. Plus, he had gotten somewhat used to her milking tricks by now and wanted to see how long he could ride that pleasure train.
"What can we do?" he asked in a resigned tone. "They've seen us. Now I can see them whispering to each other. We're basically screwed. Eric thought I was just some nerdy virgin, so he didn't mind me dating his daughter that much. Now our cover is blown. He's probably gonna look out of Amy's window from time to time and snoop around from now on."
"Oh no! That's dreadful!" Her ass muscles kept squeezing his dick like she was trying to completely crush it. But it felt fantastic.
He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Yeah, but it could have been worse. A lot worse. Lucky I'm with you! Imagine if it had been Suzanne instead! Can you just picture Eric, watching his wife being royally fucked ... up the ass ... by the neighbor boy?"
"Oh God!" Xania loved the thrill of public sex, and Alan's words just drove her to a higher level of excitement, just as he knew they would. She started unconsciously rotating her hips as well, doubling Alan's pleasure.
"But it gets better!" he whispered while bracing himself more securely so as to better handle her athletic milking and hip swerving. "Remember, he's with his mistress. Imagine how Suzanne would have reacted to THAT! Can you just imagine the words that would have flown back and forth?"
Xania giggled. "Oh no! That's too funny! Hey! Don't!"
Xania was protesting because as she started to talk, he bent over her back, reached down, and started groping her tits with both hands.
"Please!" she begged. "Not now, not with them watching. This is too embarrassing!"
Bending forward as Alan was, with no support from his hands, was a bit precarious for him since he wasn't resting on her back.
Xania sensed this and started slamming her ass on his cock in an attempt to shake him free from grasping her boobs. Or at least that was her justification at first. Within seconds, she was thoroughly fucking his pole with her ass just for the sheer joy of it. While he stayed as still as he could (not counting his squeezing hands), her whole body swayed back and forth, repeatedly slamming the full length of his dick in and out of her ass.
Seeing her protests were futile, she asked between pants, "I don't know- Uh! Eric at all or- Ooof! Uh! Or that he had a- Ugh! Had a, had a mistress. Huh! What's she like?"
Alan had a much easier time talking than Xania did since she was doing all the work now. "I have no idea. I've only heard rumors that he had one. It's not like I hang out with her. I'm assuming that's his mistress 'cos who else could it be? Oh! And she's got her hand on his crotch now!"
"Really? Let me see!" Xania tried to turn towards the window again, but she was so into fucking that she didn't want to stop (if she even realized that she could stop). She was doing too much thrusting and hip grinding to readjust her hands. Down on all fours as she was, she felt like she was just hanging on for dear life.
But Alan ignored that and said with an even quieter voice, "But that's not even the worst. Just imagine if it was Susan! Or Katherine! Man, all hell would have broken loose. Turns out this backyard sex thing is not such a good idea. No way!"
He could literally feel the excitement grow in Xania through his erection as he said those words.
She protested, "Well then, uh! We'd better- Oh! Stop. Better stop!" Even as she said this, she was slamming her ass back and forth harder.
Alan was loving it, though he had to be careful now his erection didn't accidentally pop out at the end of her long strokes. "Stop? Are you nuts? I'm having too much fun. Besides, this is a great chance for me to learn how to not think or stress during sex. 'Just let go' you said, right? Who cares how many people are seeing us out here? For all we know, Eric and his mistress probably think you're some kind of slutty whore, getting your big white ass fucked on all fours in the great outdoors. But you don't care what my neighbors think, do you?"
"God!" Xania was hot as a firecracker. "Shut up and- Uh! Fuck me harder! Ugh! Hard!" The ironies piled up because now she completely gave in and got swept up in the moment, just as she'd advised Alan to do. She was so aroused there simply was no way for her to think.
Alan had built himself up to a point where talking was getting too difficult for him too. He was on a wild ride and hanging on for dear life. He'd tried to stay still, but with all of Xania's forward and backward motion, eventually his hips took over and started giving back as good as he was getting.
With all their wild flailing about, eventually Xania's glasses fell off her head. Alan was glad for that because it made it virtually impossible now for her to be able to recognize Suzanne, if she even somehow managed to look up in that direction again.
Before long, he was huffing and puffing as much as Xania was. At one point he managed to gasp out, "Look! Now she's on her knees and blowing him!" but that was the last sentence he managed before it became a struggle just to keep getting enough air to breathe.
The urge for him to cum was becoming overwhelming. Suddenly he shouted out, "So tight!" Actually, as far asses went she wasn't that tight, certainly nowhere in the Amy league, but he'd discovered that all the asses he'd tried so far were pretty damn tight. In any case, it felt beyond fantastic.
Puffing like a steam train rolling down the tracks, Xania managed to eke out, "Don't- Don't say- Ugh! Don't say that!"
Alan found it amusing that words like "so tight" made her even more embarrassed, since they were nothing compared to the visual spectacle the two of them were putting on. So, whenever he got some breath and inspiration, he'd puff out short bursts like, "Big tits! So big!" as he squeezed her dangling breasts extra hard. Or "Hot cunt!" even though he wasn't touching her pussy. He knew shouting those things would make her even more delirious with lust.
The ride grew bumpier, literally, as Xania started to hit some powerful orgasms. Alan could feel her anal walls convulsing and clenching around his penis, and of course there was no way for him to miss her screaming.
Xania knew that she shouldn't scream. She was petrified of drawing even more attention to her lewd, public fucking. But she was too far gone to control her voice. The more she screamed and the louder her shrieks, the more she was convinced that the whole neighborhood was coming to investigate. That created a positive feedback loop, making her still more excited, which in turn convinced her that more people were watching, and so on.
She had to close her eyes because she couldn't bear to see what she now imagined were dozens of strangers staring at her naked body while she kept getting royally fucked up the ass. Their bodies pistoned back and forth, over and over.
Both Alan and Xania lost all track of time as they fucked and fucked. In fact, eventually they pretty much lost track of where - or even who - they were. They were just two perfectly fitting cogs in a churning and grinding machine, fucking to sexual oblivion. By now, Alan was unable to make much noise aside from some labored grunts and groans, but Xania kept on screaming and shrieking, giving even Amy a run for her money as the loudest "fuckee" Alan ever had the pleasure to impale.
But all good things must eventually come to an end. Alan finally felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and let his cum fly deep into Xania's orgasmically ravening ass.
Then, just like that, they collapsed onto the tiled ground like they'd both been struck dead.
They were still impersonating dead bodies when the sound of clapping hands began nearby, and steadily drew closer.
Both raised their heads enough to look around and saw Suzanne, wearing nothing but a dark green Indonesian sarong, walking alongside the pool and coming their way. She was smiling and slowly clapping as she drew near. As usual when she knew she was being watched, she was less walking and more doing a moving bump and grind show, with her hips sashaying widely from side to side.
Xania panicked again. She said in a quiet but urgent voice, "No, Suzanne! Run! Don't ask why; just go back into the house!"
Suzanne, with a knowing smirk, just chuckled. She stopped in front of them, standing dramatically with her hands on her hips, limbs akimbo. "Are you worried about what my husband could see? Are you talking about that guy up there?" She pointed towards Amy's window.
Xania and Alan followed where Suzanne was pointing, and looked back up in that direction.
"Yes!" Xania said with breathless urgency. But then as she looked, she began to realize something was wrong. Before, she was being fucked all over the patio and didn't get a clear long look. That man. He's not moving. Completely frozen...
Suzanne laughed some more, then said, "I take it you're talking about my 'husband' Brett Favre. Don't worry, of course I know he's there." She waved. "Hi, Brett."
Even Alan was puzzled at that.
Xania could have been photographed just then to be the dictionary definition of "dumbstruck."
Suzanne explained, "Xania, that was me up at the window. Me and Brett Favre, the famous baseball player."
"Football player," Alan corrected.
Sports weren't Suzanne's thing. "Whatever. You see, Brad has this life-sized cardboard cutout of his favorite sports star up in his room, so when I saw Alan laying his pipe into your tail, I thought-"
Xania screamed, "NoooOOOOooo! It was a trick?! Fuck! I was tricked AGAIN! That's just not possible. I'm no idiot! I'm fucking smart!" She suddenly grew furious and shook her fists at Alan. "Kid, I'm going to get you for this!" Her asshole clenched crushingly tight again, but Alan had softened up enough that when she did, she inadvertently pushed his dick out of her.
But Suzanne said, "Hey, don't blame him. It was all my idea. He just saw what I was doing as it was happening and then he ran with it, as I knew he would. He's not only my cute studly motherfucker, he's a smart learner." She winked at him endearingly and patted him on the butt.
Alan and Xania fell apart from each other and lay down on the ground. Alan's dick was flaccid now, but very wet and slimy, mostly from his cummy climax. Xania was soaked with sweat and had a stunned "just fucked" glow about her. Her glasses which had been fucked off her head still lay out of reach.
Suzanne sat down next to Alan and molded her body into his as she gave him a very affectionate hug and kiss. Her loosely tied sarong fell apart at first contact.
Xania, though, was still steamed. "Then I should get my revenge on you, Suzanne!" She was too tired to sit up, but she shook a fist at her old friend. "I will be avenged! That was so cruel. You nearly gave me a heart attack. And after what Amy did..."
"What did Amy do?" Suzanne asked.
Xania was incredulous. "You mean you don't know?"
"Why should I know?" Suzanne said honestly. "I just got home from shopping with Susan and Brenda, and after changing I stopped into Amy's room to see if she wanted to come with me to visit my favorite neighbors, as usual. She wasn't there, but I heard all the tell-tale sounds of another Plummer poolside plowing, so I went to her window to see which of his nymphos my Sweetie was sticking it to. I know how much you get off on being watched, so I put two and two together. I did stop by and see her in the kitchen on my way over here just now, but she didn't mention anything special."
Alan and Xania took several minutes to explain to Suzanne exactly what Amy had done from the very same window earlier.
Suzanne had a good laugh at that, because she really hadn't known.
Xania slowly cooled down, but she was still irked, mostly at herself for being fooled twice. After she finally sat up and put her glasses back on, she vowed, "I'm still going to get back at both of you someday. And Amy too. I'm going to do it in some kind of fiendishly devious way when you're least expecting it, so there." She stuck out her freakishly long tongue like a petulant grade-schooler.
Suzanne didn't seem concerned. "Ah, lighten up already, Xan. Don't you remember the crazy kind of things we used to do back in college?"
Alan raised an eyebrow. "Xan?" It was said like the "san" in "San Diego" but with a Z instead of an S. It didn't have the longer "aaah" as in the "bah humbug" sound that the first syllable of "Xania" did.
Suzanne explained, "That's what I called her in college. And I was Suz." She struck a classic sexy pinup girl look of shocked surprise before rolling her eyes and settling down again.
Alan's eyebrow arched higher. He knew Suzanne hated to be called anything but Suzanne. It was a sign of how much she loved him that she'd allowed him to call her "Aunt Suzy," though now she much preferred it when Alan called her "Mother" instead.
Suzanne made eye contact with him. "Anyway, this is small potatoes. We were the terrors of that place; we fucking owned the whole school with all our wild fun and sexy games. That's why I knew you'd love it, Xania, because I know what you like. And don't deny it, that was the best ass fuck of your life, thanks to me and my clever son." She ruffled his messy hair proudly, to Alan's embarrassment.
Xania couldn't stay angry after that reminder. "Okay, I'll admit we were pretty wild. And that was a pretty good fuck. But I'm getting too old for this shit. That was scary!"
"'Pretty good?'" Suzanne prodded. "Just pretty good? I saw you. Alan was pounding you clear across the patio. If he hadn't been so deep in your ass, you would've been flung clear into the pool. And I have never, EVER, heard you scream like that. Thank God houses other than my own can't look into this yard, or you would have drawn a crowd for sure."
Xania shivered with excitement as she remembered being drunk on lust while thinking crowds were gathering to stare and point at her. "Okay, I'll admit that was probably one of my best ass fucks ever. Shit. To tell you the truth, Suzanne, it was in the top ten even before you showed up." She looked Alan up and down as if sizing him up for a meal. "Kiddo, you were a virgin, what? Two months ago? I've just gotta know. Where did you learn to fuck like that?"
He grinned and put his arms around the two of them. "Well, I'm sitting right here with two of my favorite teachers."
Xania muttered, "Damn silver tongued devil, too. How can I stay mad at him, Suzanne? Fuuucck... I'm so fucked out. I don't think I'll be able to walk. I'm halfway seriously reconsidering this whole not joining the harem idea. Shit. Especially if you fuck like that every time."
Alan knew she didn't really mean it, and she knew it too. But he said, "Even if you don't mean it, you should tell Susan that. Make sure to tell her how much I tamed you. It'll make her day. But seriously, what's this about the two of you being wild in college?"
Suzanne pointed a playfully accusing finger at Xania. "That's the one right there, the original 'Wild Thing' herself. The legendary 'Tongue.' She fucked and sucked her way in and out of more adventures... I can't even begin to tell you!"
Xania pointed accusingly back at Suzanne, but she too was playful and happy about it as she recalled good times. "Me? Ha! YOU were the crazy one! I just went along for the ride with you and your crazy schemes."
Suzanne turned to Alan, acting the picture of innocence. "Don't believe a word, Sweetie. You know me, I would never do anything like that. I stayed back in the dorm room and knitted sweaters while 'The Tongue' here was out gallivanting all over town."
"HA! Right! Knitting sweaters!"
The two women laughed uproariously.
Seeing how the two buxom beauties were buck naked and sitting on either side of him, Alan spent a long time enjoying their heaving chests. But then he decided, Why just look? Even if I'm not hard, boobs are fun. Especially boobs like these ones.
He reached out and cupped one of Suzanne's tits with his right hand and one of Xania's with his left.
Suzanne teased him, "My, someone here is feeling mighty possessive about his nymphos. Sweetie, I hope you don't reassert your ownership over all this tit flesh unless you plan to follow up with action."
Xania laughed some more, then said, "Suzanne, I'll have you know, not long before you pulled your little stunt, Alan was positively flaccid and uninterested. Now, we can't get him to stop!"
Suzanne was all grins as Alan tweaked her nipples to hardness. "Watch out, Xan. Once he gets started he won't stop until you're flat on your back with your legs kicking in the air and yet another potent load of baby batter is drooling out of you."
Xania sat up a bit and pulled her ass cheeks apart, allowing a small dollop of his cum to drip to the ground. Then she sat back down. "Too late for that! He got me already. There's millions of Alan sperm wiggling in both my holes already, and I'm sure he's got plans to pump another load down my throat before I go."
Alan joked as he twisted her left nipple, "Hey, I'm just trying to be neighborly."
Xania smiled as she looked at Alan's fingers "walk" down to her belly button, but then grew nostalgic. "Suzanne, those were good days, weren't they? Whatever happened to our friendship? Can't we be best friends again? Or at least very good friends?"
Alan looked at the loving eyes of Suzanne staring at Xania, and the similarly moony eyes of Xania staring back at Suzanne, and he unobtrusively scooted back and slipped free from them.
As soon as he was out of the way, Xania and Suzanne's lips drew together like two magnets.
He stood up and watched the two buxom Amazons necking with a fiery passion. Then the same thought crossed his mind again: Why just look? They're both my nymphos now, as hard as that is to believe. He didn't interfere with their electric kiss, but instead augmented it by cupping their ass cheeks and helping to grind their crotches together by gently pushing on their butts.
Slowly, though, his hands rose up their backsides and reached around until he was kneading their breasts again. At the same time, he was able to lean forward and lick their faces. Sometimes all three of their tongues would touch at once.
Xania broke from the kiss just long enough to tease Alan, "What is it with this kid and tits? Sheesh!" But she loved his attentions.
Alan thought to himself with amusement, Just another typical day at the Plummer house. We can't go five minutes without somebody fucking somebody. Literally.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Before we got interrupted, and even after, to be honest, Xania really did teach me something. Complete devil-may-care, "lose yourself in the moment" fucking can be very, very good. It was glorious. For once, even though I thought I'd fucked myself to death there for a while, I actually feel more energetic after the fucking than before. A mental burden has been lifted. I don't always have to stress about being at the peak of my sexual abilities. She's right. I should just fuck her brains out and not stress about it. Everything's good and fun that way.
He disengaged and stood back. He simply stared at the two sultry vixens French kissing for a couple more minutes. There's really nothing on Earth more beautiful than a female body, he decided. Lesbian lovemaking is not just totally hot, it's downright artistic.
He felt he could watch them forever, but he decided to give them their privacy and started to wander back into the house. They were so into each other, he thought he'd been completely forgotten. But to his surprise, as soon as he started to go they broke free from their deeply entwined embrace and followed him inside.
As Alan got closer to the house he was better able to see what was going on inside. To his surprise, the women were all busy working even though they could see him coming. Katherine was cleaning the windows in the dining room while Brenda and Susan were busy cooking in the kitchen. What's more, they were all conservatively dressed, relatively speaking by Plummer house standards that is. Brenda was the most arousing given that she wore a French maid outfit, but even her long nipples were covered up (although just barely, depending on how deeply she breathed).
Still, Alan was feeling playful and frisky, so as he opened the sliding door into the dining room he said in a pouty and childish voice, "Mommy! Mommy! There are a couple of naked ladies following me home from school. I think they're Jehovah's Witnesses or something."
Susan strolled around the kitchen counter, shedding clothes as she went. Within seconds, her loose sweater and dress were gone, revealing a transparent gown underneath.
Alan looked down and noticed that she'd been wearing high heels the whole time too. He was impressed, and more than a little aroused, by her transformation. "Wow, Mom!"
She grinned from ear to ear, but carried on with his little role play. She gave Alan a big hug, just like she did when he was seven or eight and bullies followed Alan all the way home from school. "Let Mommy protect you from the baddy-waddies. Where are they?"
At that moment, Xania and Suzanne came in through the door with their arms around each other, grinning insolently.
"That's them!" Alan pointed at them accusingly. "I'm scared. They keep following me, saying they're going to drain my balls dry."
Susan laughed some more. She said jovially, "Well, Mommy can hardly blame them about that. That's what your Mommy loves to do, too."
Suddenly, both of them reached out with their free hand and pinched one of Alan's butt cheeks.
Alan jumped with a squeak of surprise.
Suzanne and Xania giggled like schoolgirls and then looked at each other with big shit eating grins on their faces. Ignoring everyone else in the room, they both proudly proclaimed "Dibs!" in unison, then started laughing so hard they had to hold onto each other to remain standing.
When the two of them were college roommates, one of the little games they'd played was to pinch a guy's butt and say "Dibs" to each other, playfully laying claim to the guy. If they really wanted to mess with a guy's head, they'd do it at the same time (which often resulted in a threesome in bed). So their simultaneous pinching of Alan's butt brought back a lot of good memories for them.
While the others didn't quite understand the history behind this in-joke, the good mood was infectious and everyone laughed along, while Alan rubbed away the hurt on his bare bottom.
But then something caught Susan's eye. She froze in horror and pointed at Xania's crotch accusingly. "Xania! Is that what I think it is?! Are you letting my son's seed spill upon the ground?"
Xania put a finger over her asshole. A few drops of her juices combined with Alan's seed had dropped onto the carpet and that's what she figured Susan was upset about. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize," she began.
But Suzanne could see what really was going on and explained, "No, Xania, the dripping's not the problem, there isn't a room in this house that doesn't have cum stains and a general tantalizingly cummy smell to it by now. No, what Susan's distressed about is your waste of good Alan sperm."
"Yes!" Susan emphatically nodded. "Do you know nothing of the sin of Onan? I suspect that's why God made Alan's cum so yummy, so none of it would be wasted."
To be honest, most of Alan's cum had dribbled out of Xania's ass already. But he'd fucked her pussy earlier, and Amy had brought out a tampon before she left to help preserve Alan's cum in there. So, to make Susan happy, Xania said, "What, Alan's cum? You mean like this cum?" as she pulled the tampon out. Using her tremendous pussy control, she squeezed a new flow out of her pussy lips while she stood still.
By this time, Katherine and Brenda had gathered next to Susan as well. There was a collective intake of breath from all three as they saw a goodly amount of cum roll down the inside of one of Xania's thighs.
Unable to restrain herself, Susan fell to her knees and looked up at Xania like an expectant little kid. "May I?"
Xania chuckled. "Knock yourself out."
Susan's gown, hanging precariously on her shoulders in the first place, fell off altogether as she scooted forward.
Xania wasn't surprised when Susan began lapping up the cum on her thighs. But what did surprise her greatly was when Katherine also got down on her knees behind her and began licking up the cum dribbling out of her freshly fucked ass.
"Sweet Jesus!" Xania gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise as the mother and daughter team sent her pulse racing with their lips and tongues.
In truth, there really wasn't that much of Alan's cum left from either hole, partly because he was cumming so often that his loads weren't that big these days. But neither Susan nor Katherine minded. Susan rapidly worked her way back up to the source and got so busy on Xania's pussy lips that soon there was a constant fresh stream of Xania's cum to lick up. And Katherine more generally made love to Xania's entire backside, alternately fingering and tonguing her asshole.
Xania wobbled dangerously and grabbed desperately onto Suzanne to keep from falling, the pleasure radiating out from her nether regions nearly overwhelming her. "Help!" she cried as her hips jerked uncontrollably.
Suzanne deadpanned, "What? You need another tongue to help clean you out? I can do that."
"NO! Too much pleasure!"
Suzanne chuckled. Seeing that Xania was being well taken care of, she disengaged herself from Xania's strong grip. She wanted to check on Alan instead.
Brenda though was already ahead of her. She actually had been performing real maid duties up until this point. But seeing the sexual mood that erupted, she pulled down her maid outfit to let her breasts bounce free, and then dropped to her knees in front of Alan. She began licking up and down on his shaft without even saying a word.
Xania warned Brenda between heavy pants, "Do you know- wooh! Where that's, uh! been? That was just in my a-a-aaaAAASSS!"
But Brenda just let out a happy hum and licked with more vigor. She'd been holding a feather duster in her free hand (more for show than any actual dusting), and began using it to tickle Alan's erection and scrotum.
Xania looked over at Alan with astonishment. She couldn't believe he was hard again after just cumming in her pussy and ass. She exclaimed, "I thought you said you were sexually weary!"
He replied a bit sheepishly, "Well, yeah, but... Just look at Mom and Sis going to town all over your naked crotch. And then there's Brenda here in her maid outfit... I'm only human, you know!"
Suzanne had been content just to watch the cum feeding frenzy, but now she said, "And what about me? Have you completely forgotten about your second mother already?" She looked at his erection expectantly, while Brenda ran her tongue from its base up to its tip.
"Absolutely not, Mother. Brenda, you don't mind sharing, do you?"
"No, Master! I love it!" Brenda gushed, honestly.
Suzanne got down on her knees, flicking her tongue at Alan's rod like a hungry lizard. Then she got busy with some serious cocksucking.
So, in less than two minutes, the household went from being hard-working and productive to an all out sexual assault on Xania and Alan's crotches. The clothes started flying fast, too. Within another minute or two, the only clothing on anyone were Brenda's maid outfit, plus some high heels and stockings.
Suzanne, unconsciously showing her superior position as Brenda's mistress, took the favored position at the end of Alan's shaft and repeatedly took his entire penis head in and out of her mouth.
However, Brenda still had plenty of dick to work with. She stroked him with one hand while licking and sucking the many pulsing inches Suzanne left for her.
Xania was being bathed by greedy tongues from front and back and loving it, but she tried to play it cool. As she stood there, she looked over to Alan and said, "So. How 'bout th-them Chargers? How are they d-doing this year?"
Alan laughed and said back, "You can't say the Plummer household doesn't show a lot of hospitality to its guests." He winced as Brenda tugged hard on his ball sack.
"That's true," Xania admitted, groaning loudly. "I think this is all a fiendish conspiracy to make sure I visit here a whole lot more often! Heck, at this rate, I'm gonna be here every weekend!"
"I'd love to have you," Alan winked.
Xania joked, "I know you would. After all, you just had me... twice!" With Susan in mind, she added, "You tamed my pussy AND my ass!" She closed her eyes as she was overwhelmed by pleasure.
Susan predictably squealed with delight upon hearing about the supposed taming.
After a couple more minutes, the lapping from Katherine and Susan was too much for Xania to keep standing while casually chatting. She had a tremendous orgasm, after which she had to sidle over to a chair on very weak and wobbly legs and sit on it before they completely gave out from under her.
Katherine though followed her every step of the way and kept right on licking.
But once Xania had her orgasm, Susan got up and hurried back to the kitchen. Apparently there were some dishes being cooked that needed tending.
With Xania sitting and Susan gone, Katherine naturally repositioned herself and directed all her attentions to Xania's extremely wet pussy and erect clit.
Alan though, remained standing, spreading his legs to brace himself better and also reaching out to grasp the edge of the kitchen counter. Somehow, by standing, it made the sight of Suzanne and Brenda on their knees and sharing his dick that much more deliciously naughty.
After a couple of minutes, Susan walked back around the counter from the kitchen into the dining room and came up to Alan with a half full glass of milk in her hands. "Tiger, I'll bet you've worked up a big thirst after all that strenuous pussy taming under the hot sun. Would you like a glass of milk?"
"Sure, Mom, thanks." He took the milk she offered and started to drink it.
He noticed her staring at him expectantly.
In fact, she was quite excited, and finally she couldn't contain herself any more. "How does it taste?"
Alan realized that this was no ordinary glass of milk. Susan's behavior alone was a big tip off, but also, it tasted unusually sweet. And he noticed how the glass was both small and only half full.
Putting two and two together, he replied with extra enthusiasm, "Mom, it tastes fantastic! It's so sweet! In fact, it's almost as sweet as you."
Susan was so happy she was ready to burst. Her whole body was lightly bouncing and she was tapping her feet. "It IS as sweet as me! That's fresh sex cow mommy's milk, delivered straight from your favorite F-cups!"
"Wow, Mom, that's awesome!" He pretended to be surprised, to make her happier. He loved when she got so excited with innocent and pure joy. He took his time savoring the milk and finishing off every last drop, because it really was quite delicious.
Susan boasted, "Every day, I'm making more and more milk! I already gave Angel her glass earlier. Before long, everyone will be getting full glasses! Tiger, I'd much prefer it if you drink it straight from the tap, if you know what I mean, but we can't have that today because today is a day for serious work."
She spoke to Katherine as she took the empty glass and headed back to the kitchen. "Angel, speaking of work, I think you've had enough fun now. This is no time for lollygagging. This house isn't going to clean itself. Sorry, Xania, but Katherine needs to finish cleaning the windows and then I have a whole list of things she has to do."
Katherine couldn't see Susan due to the counter being in the way, but had she been able, she would have seen that Susan was all business now. Though she was now dressed in nothing but an apron, Susan was on a tight schedule to get everything ready for the Thanksgiving meal, so she meant what she said about needing Katherine's help.
Katherine could sense Susan's seriousness, but still complained, "Why me? Why not Brenda, for instance? She is supposed to be the maid, after all. And now you're leaving two on Alan but none on Xania."
Susan said while puttering around the kitchen, "Brenda's a maid, but remember she's a sex slave maid. Don't you remember the Oath we all took? Our primary duty first and foremost is to keep Alan constantly hard, and constantly erupting with scrumptious spermy goodness. Can YOU think of a more important job for Brenda to be doing right now than helping with that?"
"Well, admittedly, no... But what about Xania?"
"If Xania is feeling left out, she can help Brenda and Suzanne. I'm sure Tiger would agree that three tongues are better than two."
Katherine looked over at Suzanne and Brenda. Both had their eyes closed and blissful smiles on their faces as they contentedly licked their way up and down the sides of Alan's erection. She huffed, and complained, "What a gyp! Everyone else always gets to have all the fun around here but me."
"Now that's not true," Susan pointed out. "I'm busy working, Amy is over at her house busy working, and I imagine Suzanne will be joining her over there before too long, just as soon as Alan paints her and Brenda's face and chest with his spermy goodness. And Xania's our guest. We can't ask her to help. That would be improper."
Katherine picked up some paper towels and the bottle of Windex she'd been using before, and trudged on over to the sliding glass door and started cleaning it. At least she'd be close to the action and get to work in the nude now. But she pointed out, "What about Alan? Doesn't he have to do any work at all?"
Before Susan could answer, Alan said, "Actually, I've got some errands to run before the big meal."
"Oh yeah? What kind of errands?" Katherine asked, immediately suspicious. "Just about everything's closed on Thanksgiving Day, you know."
The truth was, the most important errand he had to do was to get over to "Stephanie's," the sex shop, and buy some gifts for everyone. He'd called the afternoon before to see about getting an extra big dildo for Heather right away. To his surprise, he was able to arrange a pick up time at ten o'clock despite the holiday. Now he had a lot more he hoped to buy there too, after Xania had lectured him last night on not buying enough gifts for his loved ones. But he couldn't say any of that to anyone or he'd ruin the surprise.
He took advantage of the way Suzanne and Brenda were worshipping his erection with their lips and tongues to pant, "Can't talk. Double cocksucking... too good!"
Katherine snorted doubtfully. "Brenda, Suzanne, can you two tone it down a notch or two? I want Alan coherent so he can tell us where he's going. He NEVER shops, ever. Mom buys him everything. And shopping on a big holiday is more than a little curious. Spill the beans, Big Brother."
Xania, sitting on one of the kitchen counter high stools now, had finally calmed down and was content to simply observe the busy action at Alan's crotch. She joked, "I think Alan is going to spill something soon, but I don't think beans are going to be involved."
A few more minutes went by. Slowly but surely, Alan calmed down as Brenda and Suzanne's licking grew slower and lazier in response to Katherine wanting him capable of speech. Eventually, he had no reasonable excuse not to talk since his breath wasn't even labored any more.
So he decided to talk about his other intended destination. "I'm thinking about going over to Heather's house, actually."
"Oh, rrrrrrrreeeeaaallly?" Katherine rolled her "R's" in a very derisive tone. She was still peeved at having to work while Alan, Brenda, and Suzanne got to play. "That sounds like a really HARD errand you've got to do, Big Pine Tree Brother. Does that so-called errand involve separating Heather from her clothes? Will your 'chore' somehow involve you sticking your dick up her butt?"
"Probably," Alan admitted. He turned and said, "Xania, I'm glad you're still here so you can give me some advice. The reason I'm thinking of going to Heather's is not 'cos of fun and games. I mean, just look around the room. God knows there's more than enough fun to be had right here, with my very favorite foxy ladies, instead of going out to deal with pain in the ass bitches. But I've got to do something about the football players right away, and Heather could be the key. After all, tomorrow's the big football game and since Sis and Amy are official cheerleaders, they have to go. That puts them in close proximity of those football thugs, which really worries me. We've got to act now, to prevent another kidnapping."
"Amy wasn't kidnapped, you know," Katherine pointed out.
"I know. But she could have been and I would have been clueless and helpless to do anything. I love you and Aims too much to put either of you into that kind of danger. Since Heather's the school's de facto social queen, she's sitting on top of a bunch of gossip goldmines. But she totally stabbed me in the back yesterday with her attempted blackmail, trying to record me and Glory together. So I've got to do something about her before the game, and the sooner the better. When can I do it if not this morning? Everyone has their big meals later in the day."
Katherine's surly mood vanished after Alan expressed concern for her welfare. Plus, she had to admit he had good reasons to try to deal with Heather, even though it would almost certainly involve more sex, knowing the both of them. She pointed out in a kinder tone, "You know, Amy and I could just not go to the game. We could call in sick."
Alan nixed that idea immediately. "Nah. For one thing, you have such a small cheerleading squad, and no real backups. If one of you didn't show that wouldn't be a problem, but two? That's a third of the squad. Besides, we can't run and hide from the problem. If you don't go to the game, you're only safe one or two more days at best. And the fact is we don't know what those guys are planning at all. It could be something totally different. Xania, what do you think?"
Xania paused dramatically, her hand on her chin in a contemplative pose. Finally, she said, "I think you're making a smart move here. You need to be proactive. I like your plan. Deal with Heather. Pump her for information."
Alan looked at Katherine and said, "Don't say it!"
Sister and brother grinned at each other.
Susan was listening in from the kitchen and asked, "Don't say what?"
Alan said, "I don't know exactly, but I know Sis was going to make a smart comment about Heather and... pumping."
Katherine gave him a "you got me on that" grin, and giggled. Then she stuck her tongue out at him.
Alan continued, "Now, more seriously, how do I deal with Heather? Every time I turn around she stabs me in the back. But she could help out more in the next twenty-four hours than probably anyone. Christine has her gossip network, but they're on the outside of the football team looking in. Heather, with all her contacts, would be inside the football team looking out."
Katherine couldn't help but joke nastily, "Actually, I think it's more the football team being inside of her."
Meanwhile, now it was Suzanne's turn to be miffed. My Sweetie is interested in what everyone else has to say but me. I'll bet he wouldn't even care about my plan to find out about the ringleaders by talking to their parents. It's kind of galling to be down here on my knees, naked and licking his cock, while he holds a serious conversation with everyone else.
Well, okay everyone except Brenda. Just look at her. She doesn't have a care in the world. She's happily slurping away on her Master's cock and nothing else matters. I'll bet she doesn't care a rat's ass about the football player problems as long as she's got a couple inches of hot cockmeat in her mouth.
Suzanne was right - Brenda was in heaven, completely blissed out. For her, just about the only thing better than sucking on her Master's cock was sharing the experience with her sternest Mistress.
Suzanne sighed. The problem is, I'm not much different from her right now. I COULD pull away and join the conversation, but then, goddammit, I wouldn't get to lick up all this juicy pre-cum. I DO have the prime spot at the top, after all. Mmmm. I think I'll take the whole head in my mouth for a while. Mmmm! Oh God, that's soooo good!
Xania spoke up. "Let me tell you, Alan, how to deal with Heather. I have a little secret of my own, which is that, although I've never met her, I'm pretty sure I know how she thinks. I say that because I used to be very much like her."
"You?" Alan asked after a stunned pause. "No way! You're totally different from her."
"Okay, maybe I wasn't exactly like her," Xania conceded, "since she seems more than a little extreme from what I gather, but I had a pretty similar personality type. Remember what I was saying to you just a little while ago, Alan, about how wild I was back in college? Wouldn't you say I was Heather-like back then, Suzanne?"
Oh shit, Suzanne grumbled to herself. Stupid talking. Too much damn talking around here. She was having a great time lightly sucking on Alan's penis head, pressing her tongue into his most sensitive spot just below it. But she obligingly pulled away and responded, "Um, yeah. Well, Xania, maybe you weren't exactly Heather-like by then, but you did say you were even crazier back in high school."
Xania chuckled in fond remembrance. "Yeah. I suppose I'd 'matured' some by the time I got to college, but I stress that's 'mature' in the relative sense. In fact, I'm still not exactly one of the upstanding pillars of the community, if you know what I mean."
Suzanne wanted to talk and play at the same time, so she whispered to Brenda, "Speaking of upstanding pillars, I've got an idea. Let's trap Alan Junior here in a double titfuck."
"Oh, yes Mistress!" She looked down at her chest. "But what do we do for lubrication? I don't like spitting."
Katherine huffed, "Here, let me help." She went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of virgin olive oil from in there, and brought it to the dining room. Silently, she poured some onto Brenda's cleavage before rubbing it in. She then did the same to Suzanne. She acted put out about this, but in fact she was enjoying all the breast play.
While the two buxom brunettes were repositioning and getting oiled up, Xania continued, "My point is, back then, I was selfish, prideful, obsessed with being popular, and completely hedonistic. To be honest, looking back, I think Suzanne helped me wise up a bit, although she did it in that subtle scheme-y way of hers where I didn't even realize what she was doing at the time. But anyway, I understand Heather's general mindset and the kind of logic she uses. And with a person like that, the LAST thing you want to do is ask for help. That puts you in a position of weakness, and from Heather's point of view, the weak are to be exploited."
There was a long silence as Alan contemplated that. The only sounds to be heard were obscene slurping sounds coming from Alan's crotch and Katherine squeaking a paper towel over the sliding glass door (since she'd gone back to work).
"Well, I realize that much," Alan finally said. "If I didn't, I'd probably be dressed in a pink tutu right now and licking her toes. And that's not much of an exaggeration." He briefly looked down at Brenda in her maid outfit and imagined Heather making him wear the same get up. "My dilemma is, if I can't ask for help, then how do I get her to do something out of the ordinary to help me?"
"Good cop, bad cop," Xania replied confidently. "I was going to say take the carrot and stick approach, but that probably has too many tempting joke possibilities for certain people around here." She shot a mock-stern look at Katherine, who grinned back unrepentantly.
Xania paused, and then said, "Actually, kid, with you it's more a case of good cock, bad cock."
That got some good laughs from everyone. Meanwhile, Brenda and Suzanne had begun sliding Alan's erection between their olive-scented, slicked up racks.
Xania continued, more seriously, "You need to arrange it so that she's in your debt. For one thing, you should punish her for what she did to you yesterday, so you've got a good opportunity to take advantage of there. But that's not enough. You don't want to her to be resentful or she won't give the effort her all. That's where the good cop, or should I say good cock, part comes in. Give her a taste of heaven, a promise of good things to come if she behaves, even as you punish her."
She asked, "Are you getting this all in, or are your horny nymphos getting a little carried away with all that titty fun?"
"I'm listening," he said. Though he was both relieved and disappointed when Brenda and Suzanne got Xania's hint and slowed their mutual titfuck down. They French kissed for a little while to distract themselves.
Xania grinned madly as she got to the kicker. "So here's my advice, kiddo. Go over to her house and fuck her, but fuck her GOOD. You have to do something extraordinary, something you've never done to her before, something NO one has ever done to her before. Then, later on, casually set her up to do something about the football players if she wants to get back in your good graces. I don't know all the details of what you need to know, but I'm sure you can fill in the blanks. Make it an order if you have to, but it's a whole lot better if you don't. If it's an order, she can resent it and rebel against you. Don't push her, just let her think of a way to 'make it up to you' and let her do the rest."
"Dang!" Alan said with enthusiasm. "I really like your advice! Do the solutions to all my problems involving fucking beautiful women?"
Xania grinned from ear to ear. "Not usually, but in your case, I think, pretty much, yeah."
Katherine rolled her eyes in mock disdain. "Why am I not surprised, Big Carrot-Sticky Brother?"
"Hey," Xania said, "If you're good at something, you go with your strength when you can." She winked lasciviously.
Suzanne made the wry observation, "You know that saying, 'When all you have is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail'? Well, Alan definitely has a hammer and every busty and beautiful 'problem' he meets he certainly nails!" She punctuated her point by leaning forward and licking the tip of Alan's "hammer" where it poked up between Brenda's and her heaving breasts.
Alan liked that a lot. He basked in the fun and joking, and felt a lot better about the Heather situation and football player problem generally. "I think I finally get it, Xania. If you treat Heather like a dominant, she'll act like a dominant. If you treat her like a submissive, she'll act like the submissive she really is deep down inside."
Xania grew suddenly agitated and walked right up to him. "No! No, no, no, no, NO! Heather's not a natural submissive at all!" She looked at the surprised faces around the room. "Now, someone like Brenda here, she's a real submissive. But any surface similarity between Brenda and Heather's behavior during sex is purely coincidental. With the people in this room, having sex is as much about love as it is about lust. But with Heather, the most important thing by far is POWER."
Xania stared intently into Alan's eyes as she continued. "Heather is naturally dominant with everyone except the very few who are higher in the sexual pecking order than she is. She treats those rare individuals with the sort of submissiveness she expects from everyone else below her. But I think so far you're the first person she's ever met who clearly bests her sexually, especially since you have a harem and everything. Your prowess just can't be denied."
She pondered with a hand on her chin until she came up with an analogy. "It's like, when lions fight, the loser lets the alpha male winner lightly bite down on his neck. It's a position of absolute surrender. True, Heather gets off on having the tables turned on her. But since Heather is all about domination and getting to be number one, she's not going to ever give up. As soon as you slip up, she'll be the one with her jaws on YOUR throat. Watch out!"
Alan frowned and said bitterly, "Lovely. Just lovely."
"Hey, if you think that's bad, there's only one thing that could make it any worse for you."
"Oh really? What could that possibly be?" he asked with real worry.
"She could fall in love with you. Every other woman you're involved with has so far at some point, so why not her too? If that happens, the Sean handoff plan is toast, and she'll never let go of you. Imagine being stalked by a moony and desperate Heather. Not pretty."
Her point made, Xania sat back in her chair. The room was silent for a bit while everyone contemplated her perceptive words.
Then Alan said, "Well then, I guess there's no choice but to follow through on your plan and really give it to her without any slip ups. I'm not too worried about her falling in love with me; I don't even know how capable of love she is in the first place. The snag is, what am I going to do to her that has never been done before? I've taken her in every hole, I've called her every name in the book, threesomes and moresomes are no big deal to her... I can't think of anything that would really blow her socks off, off hand. If I did, I would have done it to her already."
Now it was Suzanne's turn to smile. She and Brenda still had Alan's erection trapped between their breasts, and slowly they'd been getting more active with it. By now, they were acting like their boobs were towels and his penis needed an endlessly thorough rub down.
But in spite of all that, Suzanne had been paying close attention and said, "I know just the thing you need. The perfect thing for her, actually. Don't worry, you just sit back and enjoy your double titfuck. Your second mother has everything under control."
So that's what Alan did (metaphorically speaking, since he was still standing.)
The conversation died out and Brenda and Suzanne picked up their lazy pace so Alan could cum sooner rather than later.
Feeling the familiar urge to cum building up, Alan exclaimed, "Man, I can't believe it, I'm gonna come for the third time in an hour, and I barely even finished eating breakfast!"
Suzanne spoke her concerns out loud. "Hmm, that is bad. Sweetie, I'm sure we're going to want more fun from you later, so why don't we satisfy you with one of those non-ejaculatory orgasms I taught you how to do?"
"Well, I can try. I'm not that skilled at that yet though, so who knows. But okay, let's try."
Brenda was forced to step back so Suzanne could take full control of his erection. She needed to monitor it very closely and also she wanted to be in position to apply pressure in the right spots to stave off a real ejaculatory orgasm, if need be.
A couple of minutes passed, and sure enough, Alan got that great orgasmic rush without any cum shooting out.
When it was over, Alan looked down at his still very ready dick in Suzanne's hands and said, "Wow, that was great. Though was that non-ejaculatory or did you all finally completely drain my balls dry?"
Suzanne looked up into his eyes and winked. "Probably a bit of both."
"But the thing is, Mother, I could probably do that again, except I feel all worn out and sore. How many times can I have a non-ejaculatory orgasm in a row, anyway?"
"Well, Sweetie, I wish you could do it again and again, so we'd have you cumming hard all day long. But as a practical matter, I'd guess twice or three times and then your cock gets too sore and sensitive, so you might as well shoot your load and end the session. Feel like another go round?"
"Nah. Thanks. I was looking forward to spraying all over you and Brenda, but I do need to pace myself. I gotta say though, this whole non-ejaculatory thing is pretty cool. Maybe that can help me stretch the envelope of just how much I can do in a day."
Brenda spoke, "Maybe, Master. But on this side of things, it's just not the same without that spermy explosion."
Suzanne nodded in agreement.
Still, it was a very good morning for Alan so far, all in all. The only sad thing was he had to kiss Xania good-bye, because she expected to be gone by the time he got back from his errands.
Alan parked his car and walked into "Stephanie's," the sex shop that had somehow become the only one the Plummer family used even though there were a couple that were closer. He had to make this his first errand because of the previous arrangement to pick up his purchase at exactly ten o'clock.
The door was locked and the store was dark. Alan knocked several times, and finally a very attractive college aged woman wearing a white beret came to the door.
"Hi, may I help you?" she asked.
He gave her the once over. Cute. Now, there's a nail I wouldn't mind hammering, heh-heh. But he kept a poker face and said, "Yeah. Are you Ginger? We spoke on the phone yesterday?"
"Right. I assumed that was you. Let's see... Your name is Alan, right?"
"Okay. Wait here. I'll go and get your purchase." She made to lock the door.
But before she could, Alan said, "Wait! Before you do that, can I ask you a favor? There are just a couple other things I need to buy, if I could. Real quick. I know it's weird, but I wanna give some Thanksgiving Day presents, so I need to buy some stuff today."
Ginger eyed him closely. She wasn't supposed to let customers in the store when it was officially closed - it would be an ideal situation for a robbery. Ah, what the hell. This Alan looks like the epitome of the All American nice guy. He's probably the teacher's pet and a straight A student to boot. I can just tell; I know people. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
She warned him, "Okay, but there will be a ten percent premium on anything you purchase, just like with your special order."
"No problem." Alan knew he was woefully behind when it came to giving gifts and showing his appreciation. He thought back to the double titfuck Suzanne and Brenda had just given him and decided that there was no way he could ever spend too much money on gifts. "I'll be like five minutes. Ten minutes max. Is that okay?"
Alan rushed inside and zoomed straight to some cat-themed clothes he'd seen through the front window. Knowing Katherine's sizes (from having taken a peek at her's and Susan's wardrobes just before leaving), he grabbed up a couple of things and was off to the cow-themed clothes before a minute was up.
All the while he was rushing around he kept asking Ginger questions which started to tickle her curiosity. For instance, he asked, "If I'm shopping for a woman who's like five foot five, fit, and maybe just ten pounds overweight, but has double-F sized breasts, does that require any kind of special fitting or can she wear regular outfits?"
After a few more questions like that, Ginger got the impression that he was buying things for a number of women, all of them extremely well-endowed in the chest. In fact, she grew so intrigued by the mystery his purchases presented that she told him, "I can see you're buying a lot of things for a few different people. Since I'm going to make a nice commission off this, feel free to take your time."
Alan let out a big sigh of relief - he'd been running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Slowing down, he directed his attention to one of his must-have purchases. "Um, where would your, uh, necklaces be?"
Ginger pointed him to a range of ordinary necklaces in the front of the store, where the less risque items were on display.
Alan frowned. "Not like those. I'm thinking more like, well, kind of like... collars." He blushed. "You know, kind of like an S and M kind of thing?" He felt awkward talking about such things, not to mention he loathed shopping in the first place.
"Ah. I know exactly what you mean. Here, you haven't been to the back of our store yet, have you?" She led him through a door to the X-rated part of the store and took him to a whole collar section, including ones with metal studs, locks, and more.
Alan picked out some very simple, basic black ones. They didn't scream out 'S and M' and were about as unobtrusive as can be while still being collars. He figured that would be safer if any of his women wore them in the outside world. After some questions about neck sizes, he picked up eight collars, all of the same exact design. He figured he needed one each for Katherine, Susan, Suzanne, Amy, and Brenda (even if Suzanne probably wasn't ever going to wear hers), and he bought a few more just to be on the safe side. He couldn't ever imagine the likes of Christine or Glory wearing one, assuming he ever had special relationships with them in the first place, but he certainly could imagine Heather wearing one, and he figured it was better to be safe than sorry. If he were to come back a couple of years later, he might not find the exact same type.
Ginger raised a questioning eyebrow after seeing him pick out so many, so he lamely explained, "Um, ah, I'm buying stuff for a, uh, dance troop."
"Dance troop. I see..." she said, but she didn't buy his explanation for a second. However, she couldn't figure out what he was really buying all these purchases for. This is like the most stereotypical Joe Average nice guy imaginable. It's not like HE is gonna have two girlfriends, much less eight. Maybe he's like a gofer for a porn shoot or something, although that doesn't really make sense because he seems like he could even still be in high school. The mystery deepens. This guy is really intriguing me!
Alan ended up buying two more collars of a different design, along with seven of the original design. He figured that somehow it wouldn't be right to have Heather wear the same type of collar as the rest of his harem. Then, if Simone wanted one, she'd need to have the same type of collar Heather did, or Heather might get all pissy about hers being the nicer kind, or something like that.
As he was finishing up with the collars, he happened to spy a necklace that held a little metal plate with the word "BITCH" engraved on it instead of the usual jewels. He pumped his fist and exclaimed, "YES!"
Looking around the more risque section, he noticed other things with words on them and asked, "Um, you wouldn't happen to have anything at all in the store that says 'bitchslut' on it, would you?"
"No, I'm afraid not. However, we do have some items that say 'bitch' and other ones that say 'slut.' For instance, that 'bitch' necklace you're holding. We've got another one just like it that says 'slut.'"
"Sweet! I'll take that too. Can you arrange it so the 'slut' chain is a little longer than the 'bitch' chain so the one can hang below the other?"
"Yeah, sure." Ginger eyed him with even more curiosity. Okay, this is really starting to bug me. What is the DEAL with this guy?
Alan was like a kid in a candy store. Normally he did hate shopping, but he found himself enjoying the experience this time, mostly because he knew almost every gift he bought would end up benefiting him too. He could barely contain his excitement as he thought about the sheer visual bonanza he'd get back home, if nothing else.
He'd picked out nice costume pieces for Suzanne, Susan, and Katherine, but he knew Amy wasn't big on wearing clothes in the first place, so he wanted to get her something else. Feeling increasingly awkward, he asked, "Um, what would you recommend as a gift for someone who is, uh, anally minded?"
Ginger took him to a different section and showed him a few things.
Alan eyed the anal beads on display there. He was trying to act cool, like he knew exactly what everything in the store was all about, but his cluelessness showed on his face. He guessed the string that looked like a cheap plastic necklace was meant to go inside the ass, but he couldn't understand why that would be so special.
Seeing his confusion, Ginger said, "I know, they don't look like much. But each time one of those beads passes through the anal sphincter, it causes a great surge of pleasure. And you see the types where the beads get progressively bigger? Let's just say a lot of ladies will pass out before they can make it through the string."
"Okay. Let me buy one of both kinds." Thinking of Brenda and her anal desires, he added, "Actually, better make it two of each."
Ginger thought, I really want to know what goes on with this guy behind closed doors! He's coming across all experienced on some things and a complete babe in the woods on others. And just what is he going to do with a rush-ordered specially sized giant dildo, anyway?
After a while, Alan remembered the ten percent extra holiday fee and started putting things back. He figured he'd come back another day to get everything except for the things he planned to give later in the day.
Ginger asked him about that and when he explained, she waived her fee. She was going to make a great commission anyway since he was buying so much, and she wanted him to make his purchases when she was manning the register.
Finally, he went to the counter and paid for everything using a credit card Susan had given him recently. He'd ended up spending over fifteen hundred dollars, nearly cleaning out his entire savings.
But after he paid, he didn't leave. There was an entire jewelry section near the check out counter and he found himself glued to the display of rings there.
Ginger slipped behind the rings counter. She was really happy about this development because rings could mean really big purchases. "See anything you like?"
"Yeah. Each one is better than the next. But the problem is, I only have about five hundred dollars left, and that's if I clean out my bank account, too. If I want to get different rings for four, no make that five, special ladies, what are the nicest ones you think I can get for about a hundred dollars apiece?"
Ginger's curiosity was about at the bursting point. She asked, her voice dripping with disbelief, "And this is for your... dance troop?"
"Yes." He wasn't very convincing when it came to blatantly false lies. "They're putting on a kind of a sexually-themed play."
"Uh-huh. You're what, eighteen or nineteen years old, and you're in charge of a dance troop."
"Of a group of women, some of them nearly six feet tall, with their breast sizes ranging from D cups all the way up to double F cups. ... Dancers." Her words oozed with disbelief even as she struggled to remain polite.
"And this play of theirs is so sexual that even anal beads are used. In public. On stage."
Her usual rule to be nice to the customer was losing out to her great skepticism. "That must be some dance troop. Please let me know where they perform so I can check them out. I'm sure they'd be very popular, especially with the guys."
"Look. Okay, so I'm not buying this stuff for a dance troop. What difference does it make?"
"Well, the more I know, the better I can advise you on your purchases. When you say special ladies, just how special and romantic do you mean? Are you thinking of something along the lines of an engagement ring? Some kind of commitment ring? Am I close?"
Alan tried to act cool. "Let's pretend and say you are."
"Five of those kinds of rings? All different?"
He nodded, growing increasingly embarrassed as her guesses hit too close to home.
"Well then, anything you buy for just a hundred dollars apiece is just going to be an insult. I'll tell you what. Why don't I void some of your other purchases and you can buy those another time? If you spend a thousand five hundred on rings instead of just five hundred, now there, that's starting to get a little better."
"But it still wouldn't cut it, would it?" he said gloomily.
"No. To be honest, I don't know just how special these ladies are, but judging from the rest of your purchases, they're very special indeed."
Alan, hoping to buy everything in one fell swoop, had bought all manner of sex toys and accessories, not to mention the giant dildo he'd ordered over the phone yesterday for Heather. He knew she was alluding to that, but he remained poker faced.
She took his silence for confirmation and continued, "I'm guessing you'd want to start at a thousand dollars a ring, bare minimum, not a mere hundred. Rings are very special gifts to women - very, very special. A hundred dollar ring to signify a special relationship? You might as well get one out of a box of Crackerjacks, to be brutally honest."
"Urgh. I was afraid you would say something like that. Truth be told, this is the first time I've bought any of this kind of stuff."
"You don't say." Inside, Ginger was screaming to herself, That much is fucking obvious! So what the fuck is going on?! Am I supposed to believe you've gone from zero girlfriends to having at least five busty Amazons all at once?! And what the hell is with him saying, "four, no five?" Does he not even know how many girlfriends he's got?! But on the outside she just smiled politely.
He asked, "Are you going to be open tomorrow? Because I'd like to keep my purchases but scrounge around and see how much more money I can come up with, then come back here to take another look at the rings."
"Unfortunately, no. We're closed for the whole Thanksgiving break, actually. But I'll tell you what. Since five rings would be a very sizable sale, not to mention you've piqued my curiosity more than just a little, what if we make the same kind of arrangement for tomorrow as we did today? Could you come around, say, six? I promise you that for all your purchases, discretion is our middle name."
"Thanks. Yeah. I've heard good things about your store before, actually. If I went to a more conventional jewelry store and bought five, uh, 'commitment rings' all at once, that would probably get some tongues wagging. But I know you can be trusted."
Ginger smiled. "Hey. I live pretty close to the store, so it's not a big bother for me."
He thought intensely, trying to figure out where he could get the money for some decent rings. Then he concluded, "Okay, it's a deal. I'll see you tomorrow at exactly six in the evening then. Thanks again for everything, especially for putting up with all my weird questions."
"No worries. Thanks for shopping at 'Stephanie's.'"
After he'd left, Ginger ruminated intensely about him. That has be the most curious customer I've ever had, and I've had quite a few oddballs in here with the strangest sexual fetishes. Hmmm... He said I could be trusted with something secret too. How would he know that? What was his name again? Alan? Weren't there some tall, busty Amazonian types in here the other day, and weren't they talking about an... ALAN! Oh my GOD! Could this be the guy they were talking about?! It has to be! But it can't be! He's just a fucking kid, for Christ's sake.
Holy shit! Those were like the most smoking hot women I've ever seen collected in one place! And Suzanne! She's one of them. I KNOW her! She's been in here fairly often, though sadly she never fell for any of my come-ons. God, she's so smoking hot! She's like a real live Jessica Rabbit, with reddish brown hair and impossible curves. Not to mention that friend that was playing around with her at the day care center with the unusual name, something with a Z, I think. I don't remember her talking about a master, but the other ones were all going on and on about how great their master was, especially that busty one that I had running around the store all tied up and naked. What was her name? Susan! Damn! She's just as smoking hot and busty as Suzanne! Hell, they were all busty. Now those absurdly huge breast sizes he was giving finally make sense!
Are you telling me that this kid, this ordinary teenager who doesn't even have a clue how to buy a collar, is the Master of THOSE women? Jesus H. Christ! It can't be. But it HAS to be! It all fits.
She calmed down as everything slowly sank in. Then with a start, she rushed out of the store without even locking the door behind her to see if Alan was still in the parking lot. But he had gone.
Damn! Just missed him. If only I'd put it together sooner, he could be fucking me already. "Alan." Duh! I was on the lookout for masters named Alan, but he didn't even remotely fit the master profile, so I didn't think. Whatever the hell he has going for him, I wanna get a taste of that for myself! Oh yeah, baby! I'm all over that idea. AND, hopefully he's gonna come back tomorrow at six for those rings. Excellent! What an ideal trap, just him and me in the store all alone.
I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get inside his pants. I noticed he had a nice package in those shorts of his, but FIVE women the likes Susan and Suzanne in his harem? Oh man! He must be the greatest fucker since Don Juan or SOMEthing. Who knows, maybe he's got a twelve inch dick. But whatever it is, this is definitely going to require some special preparation so I can snare him for myself.
Alan parked his car and shut off the engine. Looking across the street, he wondered if what he was planning was such a good idea.
He'd driven over to the Morgan house, intending to surprise Heather with an unexpected entrance, but now that he was here he was having second thoughts about it. For one thing, he could tell that her parents were home, which would make any hanky-panky that the two of them might get up to in her room a risky proposition indeed. Of course, taking those kinds of risks had never stopped Heather before, and in fact she seemed to relish and crave that kind of risk taking.
His life had been so crazy and busy lately that he hadn't had much time to strategize and plan ahead. In fact, most of his thinking about how to handle Heather had taken place in the car ride over, so he was still very unsure of himself.
The question is, will what I'm planning to do to her throw her for enough of a loop so as to give me some more breathing space? I've got to punish her for yesterday's defiance, but it can't all just be bitter, bitter, bitter or else she'll rebel and that'll be the end of everything. No, Xania's right. I have to do bitter, bitter, sweet in order to keep stringing her along and keep her right where I want her. The thing is, will she recognize the sweet for the punishment it is and yet still want it so as to take the bitter as well and reach for the final prize of her own free will? That's the real question.
As usual, trying to figure out Heather only led Alan around in circles. So far he'd done well with her working mostly on instinct, but he knew he'd been damn lucky too.
Ah, what the hell. Might as well give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen, right?
Somehow, the bravado didn't help as much as he'd hoped. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.
Trying to act casual and bored, even though the street was completely deserted, he gathered up the dildo for Heather he'd just picked up at the sex shop and wandered over onto the Morgan property. Before his nerve could weaken, he started climbing the tree that led to Lover's Window, the not-so-secret entrance to Heather's room.
You know, it's ironic. Back when Heather muscled her way into my life, she told me in no uncertain terms to come back and sneak into her room to fuck her again, anytime I wanted. Of course when she made her request that was really a demand, so she never dreamed that I, a "mere nerd," wouldn't start coming up here to her room every time she snapped her fingers. Man, was she ever pissed off when I didn't. And now, here I am, sneaking into her room like she wanted me to, and while her parents are home no less. But if she knew what I'm planning for her I don't think she'd be so keen on my visit this time. If nothing else, I've got to at least knock her socks off again and keep her off balance. If I don't keep the upper hand with her, especially after her recent stunts, I'm gonna be toast.
When Alan reached the second story window, he tried to peer in through the glass to see if Heather was anywhere in sight. She wasn't, but her bedroom door was closed. Considering this a good sign, Alan tried to lift the window and found it unlocked. It was a little stiff as he slid it up.
Hopefully it's just stiff from disuse, he thought. On the other hand this is Heather we're talking about. If the window isn't being used that means her pussy isn't being used and that just ain't happening.
As soon as he'd opened the window a crack and could hear the sounds from inside better, he heard a running shower. Trying to make as little noise as possible, he slid the window up high enough to climb in through the opening. The shower running in the adjacent bathroom was loud enough to cover his entry. Once inside, he quietly closed the window again and took stock of the situation.
So far so good. This is kind of exciting - it's like I'm James Bond on a secret mission or something, sent to seduce the femme fatale. I hadn't expected to find her in the shower, so how can I make use of that? Hmm. If this were a Bond film, I could either join her in the shower, or get naked, climb into her bed, and surprise her with a come hither look when she walks out all disheveled and still drying off. Hmm. Decisions, decisions...
Looking around while trying to make up his mind, Alan started undressing and stacking his clothes (and the "gift" he'd bought for her) in an out of the way corner where they wouldn't be obvious.
Then he noticed something on the wall he'd never seen before. It was a picture of Heather, all dolled up with her hair partly in curls instead of in her usual ponytail. She looks like she's dressed to go to the prom or something fancy, and in fact, she probably was. God, I hardly recognize her. She looks even hotter than usual, if such a thing is possible. I can't believe that I'm gonna be sinking Alan Junior into her honey pot in a matter of minutes, heh-heh-heh. I still can't get over the fact that this girl, the head cheerleader and future prom queen, is my personal bitchslut! Not bad for a so-called nerd, eh?
Alan felt a stiffening in his shorts as he stared at the stunning photograph. The sound of the running shower was certainly increasing his arousal, too. I think I'll poke her pussy and her ass today, just 'cos I feel like it. Heh-heh.
But he had time to kill until she came out. Wandering around the room, he came to a full length mirror on the wall near her personal bathroom.
Of course! he thought, remembering back to the time that he'd gotten Heather to agree to her Inner Bitch Taming program in the theater room. At the time, I didn't think about Heather having a mirror like this in her room, but as much as she loves to flaunt her body, how could she not?
He felt his balls churn and his erection thicken even more as he remembered what he'd done with Heather (and got her to admit to) the last time he'd had her in front of a mirror like this one. Hell, man, what am I waiting for? He pulled his shorts down and let his hard-on spring free.
Suddenly the shower in the bathroom stopped.
Alan felt his "Bad Alan" side well up within him. He grinned at his reflection. Show time!
Heather was in an irritable mood. She was taking a shower not only to get clean but also hopefully to shake her up with scalding hot water and wash away her bad feelings. Unfortunately, she had more than one reason for feeling cranky this morning.
She thought as she grazed her hands over her breasts, There's a lot of things bugging me right now, but let's face it, there's only one serious problem. My goddamned Inner Bitch is too horny and needy. Again!
Yesterday afternoon, Simone had given her an incredible anal reaming (or more properly, "Mister Simone" had done so, as that's what she'd been instructed to call her best friend's huge new strap-on). It went on for hours and hours. By the time Simone left for dinner, Heather felt like she'd be unable to stand or sit for a week. But here it was, only the morning after, and she was already craving more.
Yesterday's experiences had also confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt something that Alan had accused Heather of being when he and Simone had started her on her Bitch Trainers: Heather was a size queen.
Until yesterday, she'd had no idea how big the toys Simone had been stuffing her butt with were. All she knew about them for sure was that they felt "good" when they were in her. Okay, really good actually, she had to admit. But she just couldn't help feeling like she wasn't being filled up to the max somehow, and that any wasted "capacity" for her meant that she was being (in a manner of speaking) shortchanged somehow on the deal. She could tell that since the first day, her Bitch Trainers had been getting bigger, but she'd been prevented from looking at or touching them in any way, so she had no objective way of measuring and quantifying the sizes being used.
That changed when she'd been sent home from school yesterday morning.
She just couldn't resist the temptation. Even though she knew she wasn't allowed to touch, let alone see, her Bitch Trainers, she had to see, with her own eyes, touch with her own hands, and even measure with her own tape measure, exactly what kind of toys had been stuffed into the hole between her endlessly tingling nether cheeks for the last few days.
But when she'd actually done the deed and pulled out the latest Bitch Trainer dildo Simone had put in her, she wasn't ready for the shock of actually seeing it. For minute after long minute, she could only stare at the huge monster, dumbstruck by the thought that anything so large could have fit inside her rear end. If she hadn't pulled it out of her ass with her own two hands, she never would have believed it could have gone in.
After the shock wore off, she went and got her tape measure. She discovered the Bitch Trainer she'd extracted was eleven inches long and about six inches around. She compared that to penis sizes. She knew that ten-inch penises were much less than one in a thousand. A nine incher was the biggest she'd ever had, and that had seemed gigantic at the time. Eleven, on the other hand, was practically off the scale, something one only found in porn.
As far as Heather was concerned, bigger meant better. More powerful. More dominant. More commanding. More exclusive.
Unfortunately for Heather, Simone knew her too well. She'd gone straight to Heather's underwear drawer, found where Heather had stashed her Bitch Trainer, and left with it. Worse, Simone knew Heather's dildo collection intimately and had managed to find and take away every single one as well. She said it was part of Heather's punishment to "go without" for a little while.
So, when Heather woke up feeling intensely hot, itchy, and anally needy instead of just tired and sore like she'd expected, she had no way to scratch her itch. With it being Thanksgiving, she couldn't even count on seeing Simone later in the day. To call up anyone else seemed pathetic and desperate.
She'd tried using her fingers at first, but for some reason that was just really unsatisfying for her. Even if she could find one of her own toys or some random fuck friend, it wouldn't have felt right. If she could have gone out and bought a giant dildo, that wouldn't have been satisfying either. The problem was, none of those things would have had the stamp of approval of Alan, her Bitch Tamer, and Simone, his assistant Bitch Tamer. If it wasn't a part of her bitch training program, then it didn't have that special aura for her. She knew without even trying that the experience would be lackluster and unsatisfying, if not downright frustrating, should she use anything in her ass other than the dildos officially sanctioned as her Bitch Trainers.
Worse, in some weird way, it would have felt like cheating. Cheating had never bothered her before (in fact, she'd reveled in the wrongness of it), but now it did. Even putting her finger in her own ass felt wrong somehow, but not wrong in a delightfully sinful way, just wrong in an unpleasant way. This was pissing her off.
Then there was the fact that she wouldn't be getting her daily enema from Simone today because it was a holiday. Simone had warned her that daily enemas weren't healthy over the long term, so taking days off was a good thing to do. But Heather didn't care about the long term.
It wasn't that she actually liked the enemas - in fact, they didn't turn her on at all. It was what they meant, what they got her ready for, that got her excited. Getting an enema was like putting a little sign over her ass; "Heather's butt, open and ready for a serious Alan plowing."
Thinking about those possibilities always got her going, that and the fact that Simone would usually finger lube her ass afterwards. Simone had started getting really good at fingering her asshole lately, making quite an enjoyable production of it with her teasing and pleasing ways.
Just before showering, Heather had given herself an enema, but found that without Simone there to talk to and play with, it was just another chore. Instead of getting her warmed up and ready for more, she felt frustrated and denied.
So that's how she'd ended up taking an unusually long and hot shower. The cascading water didn't really take the edge off her anal urges, or the insistent tingling she felt down there between her cheeks, but it did at least distract her for a while and allow her to feel otherwise refreshed.
However, she did have one thing that got her at least somewhat excited, and that was her recurring Alan fantasies. As she showered, she pointed the shower hose to her pussy as she tailored one of her typical recent fantasies for a shower scenario.
She was taking a shower all alone in the girl's locker room after cheerleader practice when Alan came into the shower area, naked. "Alan, what are you doing here?"
"Sorry Heather, but I just had to see you right away."
"What is it? It had better be important. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."
He walked right up to her and looked her in her eyes, paying no mind to their nakedness. "It's just that I've been thinking, and I realized you're the one I really love."
"No, you're just saying that because Amy found some other guy." (In Heather's fantasies, she always found ways to end Alan's other relationships so she didn't face any competition.)
"No. Really, it's true! The thing is, at first I bought into the stereotype of you being a bitch, but as I got to know you better I realized you're not really a bitch at all. You're a great and powerful woman destined to do great things, but you're surrounded by fools and incompetents who hold you down. Of course they say nasty things about you, because they're jealous and they don't understand your genius! But I do." In the daydream, he stepped forward and tentatively held her by the shoulders, while in reality Heather aimed the shower nozzle up over her chest.
"Finally, at least one person has a clue. But you've been treating me like shit lately, fucking me however you want, like I was your personal sex toy. Why should I believe you now?"
"Oh please let me make it up to you. If anything, you own MY body, I love you so much. I'll do whatever you want!"
"Will you? Prove it. Get down on your knees and make me cum. Right now."
"Yes, ma'am! There's nothing I'd love better than to eat you out all day!" In the dream, he dropped to his knees and started licking her pussy. Meanwhile in reality, Heather blasted the nozzle onto her clit from less than an inch away while she fingered her pussy lips.
"Aaah. That feels good. But you've got a lot of making up to do. And I like the 'ma'am.' I want you to call me that from now on."
"With pleasure, ma'am!"
The rest of the fantasy involved a great deal more pussy licking and a lot less talking. The fantasy had a vaginal focus instead of an anal focus mostly for practical reasons: the shower nozzle felt pretty good on her pussy at close range, but it didn't stimulate her ass all that much.
However, touching herself just couldn't compare to the touch of someone else, no matter how pleasant the fantasy was for her. Her heart wasn't really in it due to her existing bad mood and she couldn't quite get herself off.
As a result, she finished the shower even more sexually frustrated than when she got in it.
Shutting off the water, Heather stood in the shower, letting the water droplets slide downwards along her skin. Grragh! It's no use. I'm just wasting my time. I might as well try to make something out of this stupid day. Using her hands, she sluiced the water off her body and angrily thrust aside the shower curtain. Yanking the towel out of the rack, she began to roughly dry herself off.
Stupid fucking Simone, leaving me all alone, completely high and dry. Eh, I really shouldn't get mad at her, but dammit, it's not fair! The more my two Bitch Tamers play with my ass, the needier it gets! Stupid holiday, that's the problem. Like I really care about Thanks-fucking-giving. Having to sit through hours and hours of boring family stuff, hours and hours of anally unfulfilling tedium - ugh! If only I could steal away and play with Simone at least a little bit, but she says she's got all kinds of family obligations all day long. Fuck! What am I going to do?
Still rubbing the last of the wetness out of her hair and muttering to herself about the unfairness of being slighted by her "so-called best friend," Heather walked out of her adjoining bathroom and into her bedroom.
Heather instantly realized there was a male intruder in her room, and that he was completely naked. Furthermore, she was acutely reminded that she was naked too, except for the towel in her hand.
In less than a second, and before she could determine the identity of the intruder, she found herself screaming.
This was a very un-Heather-like thing to do. She prided herself on not being afraid of anyone or anything. What's more, having boys unexpectedly sneak into her room through the window wasn't exactly uncommon. But in the last two weeks or so, she'd made clear to her usual lovers that the window was no longer open. Having sex with other guys just wasn't worth the complications since Alan had started rocking her world. She'd played around a little, but it hardly felt better than masturbation. If she wanted to get her rocks off, she had fun with Simone every day and Simone could just come in through the front door.
So her gut reaction was that the intrusion was unwanted, probably some former lover who hadn't understood the message that the window was now closed. She immediately began covering up her privates with the small towel in her hand.
But even as she did that the scream died in her throat as she realized that the intruder was none other than Alan.
It took her several seconds to digest that. After everything that had happened recently, especially considering how he'd caught her plotting against him only the day before, for him to be standing naked in her room seemed completely incomprehensible.
Alan could tell she had recognized him even though she was still too stunned to speak. He smiled. This is great. I should sneak into more bedrooms.
But Heather could roll with the punches as well as anyone. Her shock and fear quickly morphed into unbridled lust as her wide eyes began blatantly checking him out.
The sunlight poured through the window like honey, framing Alan's nude body in a soft glow. She realized with great pleasure that he was fully erect already. To her eyes, he looked good enough to eat. Something about his posture though, the lazy arrogance of it perhaps, made her feel like this was actually his room she'd walked into instead of her own. That turned her on, too. He was the only boy she knew who didn't crumble in the face of her intimidating persona and body.
Her pussy began lubricating and her nipples popped to instant hardness as she contemplated Alan's hard body and even harder dick. Noiselessly, the useless towel slipped out of her hands and fell to the floor.
Alan smirked, pleased with her reaction and especially with her signs of instantaneous arousal. He asked, "So Bitchslut, do you like what you see?"
The word "Bitchslut" set her on fire, especially from the confident way Alan delivered it. She felt a tingling shiver spread outwards from her rear end, the little hairs on her buttocks rising up in goose bumps as her ass fluttered in anticipation of the pounding she hoped and prayed it would soon receive.
Alan's come to take care of my ass. Gaaawd, I love it! He's acting like he owns it! What a great surprise! This is better than even the biggest anal dildo.
"Sir?! What are you doing here?" Heather whispered urgently, unable to hide her shock.
Alan was extremely pleased that she'd reflexively called him "Sir" rather than by name without being reminded to do so. It showed that she was internalizing the use of the word.
"My parents are home right now, and if we- I mean, if you- um…" she trailed off, a little lamely. "We can't get caught!" she hissed, trying to cover her rising sense of panic.
Alan chuckled. How delicious. Now the shoe's on the other foot. Is this the same Heather Morgan who demanded I fuck her on the hood of her car in a school parking lot where any and every passer-by could see us?
He strutted towards her, his surging confidence contrasting with her unusual nervousness.
But before he reached her, there was a knock on the door.
"Princess? Are you okay? I heard you screaming." It was an older female voice.
Heather's eyes grew as big and wide as Alan had ever seen them. She stared at the door, fearing that her mother Helen would open it.
But she quickly recovered and said, "Oh, Mom, uh... I'm fine. I just stubbed my toe getting out of the shower. Damn, that hurt."
"Oh. Well, I'm glad you're finally up. I could use your help in the kitchen in a little while, my little Princey-cakes."
"Okay. Just give me a holler, Mom. "
Unfortunately for Alan, his confident pose had been shattered by the interruption. He'd frozen in the middle of the room with a panicked look on his face. Now he remembered why he didn't make it a habit of sneaking into bedrooms in strange houses - it was dangerous!
But then, barely after Helen stopped speaking, it hit him that her mother had called Heather "Princey-cakes." He found that incredibly amusing. Despite the danger, he found himself chortling. It was all he could do not to break out into loud laughter.
Heather, seeing the danger of his laughter, quickly closed the distance to him and put her hands over his mouth. "Sssh!"
Alan managed to keep his laughter down to a muffled chuckle. But by the time Heather took her hand away, his fear at the close call was forgotten.
With her hands removed, he could talk again. He whispered, full of mirth, "Princess? Princey-cakes? What, are you three years old, still?"
Heather, mortified with embarrassment, rolled her eyes and tried to make light of it. "Parents. God, they're so embarrassing."
Alan was pleased because he had her off balance again. He turned his head down from her face to her body and began blatantly ogling her.
She was surprisingly bashful, dropping her head down as she let him check her out from just two feet away. She tried to look away, but her eyes slowly drifted back to his erection. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Alan immensely enjoyed the mesmerizing hold his maleness seemed to exert over her. The silence stretched out between them, broken only by the unmistakable sounds of mounting arousal in Heather's quickening breathing. He waited until he felt the time was right, and then reached out with a gentle caress of his fingertips to lift Heather's chin until she looked him in the eyes, and knew when he saw the passionate plea in her face that he had her right where he wanted her.
Her face was still filled with uncertainty and worry. "Sir, I'm so glad you're here. But... My parents. If they catch me... You saw what a close scrape we just had. If that was my dad instead of my mom, and he opened the door... You'd better be able to move fast out that window."
Alan chuckled again, smothering his fear with bravado. "You never cared about getting caught before. In fact, I remember that when I was here in your room before you practically seemed to relish the idea of your dad catching me. So why are you acting so different today?"
Heather hemmed and hawed as her chin remained caught in his grip. Finally she murmured, "I know you won't believe me, but that was then, and now, well, I care about you. I don't want to see you hurt. I know you're full of surprises, but you can't tell me you're some kind of karate expert too. He'll clobber you."
Alan knew Heather's father Frank was a giant slab of a man and had no wish to tangle with him whatsoever. Normally he would have been more prudent and come back another time, but this was the only time he was sure he could have with Heather today, so he was determined to brazen it on out. He decided that if worse came to worst, he'd simply flee, but until then he'd have to act completely unfazed by danger or Heather would pounce on his fear.
Leaning forward while holding her captivated by his touch, relishing the feel of her faintly trembling with anticipation, he gently whispered, "But we won't get caught, will we, so long as you can keep quiet through your orgasms... Bitchslut."
Her doubts and fears dissolved on the spot as he kissed her on the lips to stifle her squeal of giddy pleasure.
Alan figured that a few soft, gentle kisses would get Heather in the mood for some fun and games. He'd only intended to get both their minds off fears of being discovered by the adults in the house. When she started to eagerly respond, he broke off and said quietly, "Before we proceed any further, you and I, I want you to understand something very important. Are you listening to me?"
Heather's eyes simply widened and she nodded, nervously.
"Good. I want you to understand that you are still being punished for yesterday. You may not think that what I'll be doing to you here, now, this morning, is punishment, or at least you might not think so at first, so I want you to get this, without misunderstanding me, before I begin. You have EARNED everything I'm going to do to you. Got it?"
Heather looked at the floor and nodded. His words made her apprehensive, but also very excited too.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you."
"Yes Sir, I get it."
"Good. Now, do you remember what I said, and you agreed to, about being punished?"
"Yes sir," Heather miserably answered, "that if I refused my punishment, even once, that we, you and I that is, that we were through." The idea of being through with him seemed beyond unbearable at that moment. An urge welled up within her to fight for him, and even fight him if necessary, to prevent that from happening.
Alan gathered up Heather's hands from where they hung limply against her sides and brought them to his lips, brushing her knuckles with the lightest of kisses.
The unexpected tenderness of his gesture gave her goose bumps all over again.
"Exactly," Alan murmured. "If you want to quit, you're free to quit at any time. I won't stop you. But if I can't trust you, or if your word means nothing to you once given, then I want to have nothing to do with you." He paused significantly to let that sink in. "Now, will you accept your punishment for being disobedient, not just once, but multiple times yesterday, or am I simply wasting my time with you?"
Heather didn't even hesitate. "Punish me. Sir." Standing up straighter, she raised her arms above her head and thrust her chest out proudly, offering all of her body to him. She ran her hands through her unbound hair, letting it cascade down her back. She actually welcomed the chance to be punished. She wanted to please him.
"Are you sure? Not going to change your mind about it?"
Heather felt a surge of defiance rise up within her. "Are you questioning my determination? Sir?"
Alan smirked, "No actually, just your decisions which led you to this point. Well, that and your trustworthiness. After all, I'm not screwing around with you for my own personal pleasure here. This is for your benefit, not mine. You're the one who wants this, so I'd advise you to stop biting the cock that fucks you. Got it?"
Heather felt a mutinous fury start to rise up within her. She was torn inside. On the one hand, she took it as a given that she could do or say any damn thing that pleased her at any time. But on the other hand, alienating Alan and not being able to feel his dick plunging in and out of her ass ever again was too horrifying an idea to contemplate. She wanted to say something just to piss him off, but there was also a voice inside of her screaming at her not to do it.
Seeing the expression on her face and feeling the tension in her hands increasing, Alan cut her off before she could say or do something stupid. "Tell me, have I been fair with you? Have I been honest? Have I in any way lied to you or deceived you regarding my intentions? Have I not given you fair warning when you were crossing the line? Have I in any way violated your trust by doing things I said I would not do? Be honest with me. Have I not been fair and just with you?"
His comments really set her off. She wanted to say the most vile and hateful things to him, claw his eyes out. Not because he'd lied to her or betrayed her trust, but because he'd been with another woman, Glory. She wanted to say, "NO! You act all fair and nice, but at the same time, you're pumping gallons and gallons of your seed into that skank Glory and not into me!"
If there was one thing Heather couldn't stand, it was the thought of losing, especially to a rival. As far as Heather knew and believed, Glory was her only real rival for Alan's attentions and affections. She knew all about him and Amy and strongly suspected he was with Katherine too, but she considered them mere powder puffs. She felt like she knew them well and knew just how to deal with them when the time came. Once her voice recorders captured the proof of Alan's incestuous relations, the two of them would be at her complete mercy. But Glory had backbone and many advantages due to her being a teacher. Not only that, but Glory was pretty much the only excuse Alan had to not be with her in the school theater room every day during lunch, banging her brains out.
However, she bit her lip to stop from speaking and tried to think. The problem is, Alan has been fair. He's been honest, and damn him, he always gives reasonable excuses for what he does to me. It's so fucking annoying to always have to face him up on that high horse of his! I wish he'd be more underhanded. Then I'd know how to deal with him.
"Okay, fine," she growled sullenly, "you have been fair, and just, and haven't lied to me, as much as I hate to admit it. Somehow, all your efforts to improve me always seem to involve you fucking me whenever you like, but nevertheless I can see a kind of twisted logic to how what you're doing could help." She tapped her foot impatiently. There was entirely too much talking going on for her tastes, and not enough anal sex.
"Do you admit that you've only gotten what you deserved, and trust me to give you not only what you deserve, but what you have also earned?"
Her temper briefly got the better of her. "We wouldn't be going through all this if you'd just fuck me more already, SIR!" she snarled, though at least she remembered to keep her voice down. She was trying to look him in his eyes, but her eyes kept drifting down to his erection, just bobbing straight out, tragically untouched and unused at the moment.
Alan favored her with a cold, cruel smile. "I'd be fucking you more if you'd ever learn to behave yourself and stop trying to destroy everyone else I care about. Your horny Bitchslut ass would be my personal cum dumpster if I could ever fucking trust you and didn't have to keep punishing you all the time for pulling stupid shit that I've told you, clearly, repeatedly, and in no uncertain terms, NOT to do."
Heather flinched, as if she'd been slapped. She felt the blood drain from her face, and along with it, her anger. It galled her more than she wanted to admit that he was right. On the one hand, she wanted to beg forgiveness and really mean that she would never do anything like that again. But on the other hand, she knew there was no way she could share him with Glory and the others. She had to have him, ALL of him, by any means necessary. She knew making promises she couldn't keep would only get her in more trouble, so she kept silent.
Alan sighed, as if suddenly wearied. "Trust me, Bitchslut, if you'd play by the rules I'm giving you, instead of cheating them, fighting me, and backstabbing everyone in sight, I'd be fucking you a lot more. So would your new boyfriend that I'm lining up for you to prove yourself worthy of being MY girlfriend. But no, you-"
Surprised, Heather interrupted. "Wait, do you really mean that?" She belatedly remembered to add, "Sir?" She remembered him hinting about getting another boyfriend for her, but she hadn't really understood what that was all about and didn't think he was serious about it.
"Yes I really mean that. When did I ever lie to you, especially about something as important as this?"
"But don't you want me just for yourself? Amy's told everyone that you sleep with whomever you want, but she doesn't. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd be willing to be monogamous, when it comes to men that is, if you would go steady with me like you're doing with Amy. I wouldn't cheat on you, really. You may not believe me after what you saw me do to Rock, but cheating just doesn't have the same appeal when it comes to you. I actually feel, like... bad, for some reason."
Alan almost burst into laughter. It sounds like Heather is starting to figure out what guilt feels like. Well, I guess that's progress. "Heather, you know you're on the S-Club List now. In fact, you're at the bottom of the list. That means that people like Dean can fuck you whenever he wants."
"Are you really serious about that list? Why put me at the bottom of the list when I deserve to be at the top?"
"I am serious. And that's merely one reason, to teach you some humility. Plus, if you're going to act like a traitorous slut, we'll treat you like one."
"Shit. I don't want to be fucked by Dean. That would be a boring chore now that I know what real fucking is like. I want the best. I want YOU!" Her whole body wiggled and writhed in frustration. She was going out of her mind from too much talking when her body had urgent needs.
"Well then, listen to what I'm saying. Being in a monogamous relationship with me is a big deal, much less being an official girlfriend. I know you need a lot of sex, and I try to be a considerate guy, so I wouldn't want to neglect you most of the time. So that would be a commitment for the both of us. But you'd have to prove your worthiness first, which you haven't exactly been doing so far. That's where the other boyfriend comes in. I know the evil way you treated Rock. You have to prove yourself with someone else before I'd even THINK about making you one of my exclusive lovers."
"Well, bring him on then, dammit. Sir, let me get through whoever this pipsqueak is so I can get back to you. I'll hate every minute of it, but I'll do it if that's what it takes."
Inwardly, Alan sighed. The plan was to get Heather to go out with Sean using the lure of the test boyfriend idea, and then get her hooked on him permanently. But the whole plan seemed wildly improbable, especially given her attitude. So he complained, "You see? That's the problem, your attitude. If you go in with a hateful, impatient mindset, you'll never pass the test. The thing is, he doesn't want to put up with a hand-me-down, spiteful, half-trained, untrustworthy, toxic shrew like you've been this past week any more than I do, and your little performance yesterday isn't helping your cause any. Worst of all, I can't say I blame him. After all the grief you've given me, I have to wonder what it is that I see in you, especially since you're just this side of hopeless, it seems."
She stiffened up and thrust her chest out again. She knew he always really liked that. She purred, "I know what you see in me, Sir."
Alan ostentatiously yawned. "So you've got a tanned, hard body. Big fucking deal. I fuck women who put you to shame every single day. I only bother with you out of pity."
"That's impossible, Sir," she said confidently, still preening. "My body is simply perfect. There is no woman out there who could put me to shame."
Alan replied, "If that's the case, why don't I fuck you every day? You're not even in my top ten." (That was an exaggeration, but not by much.) "Hell, one woman I'm banging right now has double F-cups AND they're all real, unlike these." He toyed with her hard nipples.
Heather visibly slumped as her confidence sagged, causing him to let go. "What are you going to do with me, Sir?" she asked nervously.
"Right now? Punish you, and then, I'm going to test you, all weekend long. If you fail your test, you're through, and it was nice knowing you. If you pass, then maybe I'll see if you're ready for some other tests to prove you can act like a decent human being if you really put your mind to it."
Heather pictured a weekend filled with sex with Alan. As long as she was with him, she was confident it would be great. (Little did she know, being with her wasn't part of his plan at all.) She stood up straight and tall again, swelling with pride. "I can do anything if I put my mind to it. I'm ready. Sir."
"Ready for what?"
"My punishment, Sir."
"Just like that?"
Rather than answer with words, Heather let her actions speak for her. This caught Alan off guard, because he hadn't expected such a swift and dramatic transition from prideful yet shamefaced schoolgirl into a hot-to-trot nympho.
As much as Heather had enjoyed the simple sweetness of being kissed by Alan, she wanted and needed more than that. She also felt like she had something to prove to him. Having him appear out of nowhere in her bedroom like this was just too exciting and now that she'd thrown caution to the wind, she wanted him to fill all of her holes at once.
With startling swiftness, she reached out and grabbed Alan by the shoulders and pulled him into her embrace. She crushed her breasts against his chest, wanting to feel his muscular naked flesh pressed against her own. She stood on one leg as the other hooked itself around his thighs and pulled his hips firmly into her crotch, trapping his rampant penis up against her lower belly and cleanly shaven pubic mound.
She felt her hips humping urgently, rubbing her wet and parted labial lips over his balls and grinding the stiffening shaft of her clit into the hard root of his penis. Her fingers lifted up and twined themselves in his hair as the insistent intensity of her kissing mounted. Her hands were on him everywhere at once while she thrust her tongue into his mouth and moaned with wild fuck lust.
Alan knew that sex with Heather was a never ending battle. True, it was an extremely pleasurable battle nearly every step of the way, but it was a battle just the same. Just like Xania said, he had to keep the upper hand with Heather at all times and he could never let her sexually overwhelm him.
So, to regain the initiative, he gradually amped up the intensity of his kissing as he firmly held her in his arms, but also slowed down the frantic pace. Slowly, as if by force of will, he managed to damp down the urgency of her kissing and calm her body by limiting her movements within his tight embrace.
After some long moments, she seemed to give in and melt into his arms. She was confident from past experience that he knew how to rock her world better than anyone, better even than Simone. So, even though she had an overwhelming desire to do everything with him at once, she let him steer.
Starting with soft, feathery caresses to the back of her neck and spine, Alan let his hands drift agonizingly slowly down the tautly quivering muscles of her back while gently yet firmly pressing his lips and tongue against hers and continued to kiss her.
He carefully drew his hands slowly around Heather's waist from her back until his splayed fingers were brushing the taut muscles of her tightening abs. He deliberately refrained from moving his erection, even though it was insistently pressing into her lower abdomen, so he could heighten the tantalizing tactile sensations he was giving her elsewhere. It was a good thing they were still kissing, because that helped to stifle her loud moans.
Savoring the sweetness of her surrender under his delicate touch, Alan gently leaned forward against Heather while softly pressing his tongue into her now yielding, hungry mouth as he slowly but steadily took control of their kissing. In leaning forward he slowly pressed against Heather's upper body, forcing her to arch her back slightly in order to maintain lip contact. As she did so, he slid his hands down and around behind her until his open palms could grab a firm, dominant hold on the tautly quivering cheeks of Heather's magnificently muscular ass.
The effect on Heather was immediate. Her whole body shuddered violently as Alan's hands cupped and kneaded her buttocks. She moaned her lust as she felt Alan's fingers dig into the crack of her ass and start pulling her butt cheeks apart, testing their resilience and their firm resistance. She could feel sweat dripping into the crack of her ass as Alan's strong hands held her butt open while squeezing her glutes between his fingers and palms. Her asshole throbbed, powerfully, reminding her of its presence and needs.
She thought, What he does to me! Jesus! It's not right that any man has this much control over me. I should resist and put him under MY spell. But it feels too good to stop! I'm like putty in his hands, his strong hands. This is what I've been craving all morning, having a REAL MAN fill his hands with my butt and take his pleasure while playing with my ass. Damn! He OWNS my ass!
As Alan toyed with her butt cheeks, he thought, I have to admit, for all her other faults, Heather certainly has a fantastic ass. Amy's may be the most squeezy and tightly fuckable, but Heather's is so strong, so firm! And I love how I can get all "bad Alan" on her and not hold back. And it's so great how she melts and coos at my every touch. She needs to learn who's boss. Soon Bitchslut, soon you'll be all mine, to do with as I please!
Heather's ability to contain the rising tide within her was rapidly breaking down. Not only was she moaning for release, but she couldn't stay focused enough to maintain her continued kissing with Alan. She buried her face in Alan's neck and shoulder, softly biting the manly scented flesh she found there to try and stifle her moaning. She was also acutely conscious of his throbbing erection, trapped against her highly sensitive, cleanly shaven pubic mound and resting on her lower belly. Yet so far he hadn't touched her pussy with his hands.
To her even greater distress, he hadn't touched her anus either. Please Alan! Please touch me THERE! I need it so damn bad, you fucking bastard!
Hearing the change in pitch and increased volume of Heather's moans, Alan judged the time was right. With calculated slowness, he repositioned his grip on Heather's behind so that when he pulled her ass cheeks apart this time, his middle fingers could reach out and stroke her desperately needy asshole with his fingertips.
Heather's response was so reflexive that with a strangled cry she jumped up onto Alan and wrapped both her legs around his hips. Shaking like a leaf, she clung to him fiercely, mewling like a lost kitten as the wetness of her soaking labia straddled the underside of his throbbing erection, still trapped between their bodies.
His hands still cupping her trembling ass, Alan held Heather against him as she gasped and panted for air. After that first tantalizing touch, he left her asshole alone, knowing that she was on the edge of a great climax already.
Bringing his lips closer to her ear, Alan flicked his tongue over the sensitive outer shell before commandingly whispering, "Quietly, Bitchslut. You have to be... quiet."
Heather just groaned loudly in frustration, the pout evident in her tone. She could feel herself receding from the brink of orgasm, but at the same time she already felt the foundations being laid for a bigger and more powerful orgasm than this one would have been.
She felt Alan's tongue tickle her ear and shivered as he admonished her for being noisy. It reminded her that what they were doing was extremely dangerous. She worried that if her father Frank found out about what his precious daughter was doing, Alan might not get out of the house in one piece. She hadn't ever told him this, but the last boy caught in her room was pummeled in the stomach several times and yelled at before being unceremoniously dumped on the front lawn to try and slink off under his own power. To make things worse, Frank made her watch while her lover crawled off their property in disgrace.
But the thought of getting royally screwed, right under her father's nose, and while he was in the house no less, made her blood boil with lust. She wanted to be quiet, but she could only groan even more lustily.
Alan pulled back a bit. "You know what? We can't go on like this or we'll get caught for sure. Why don't you go and put on some music to cover what we're doing?"
Heather looked over at her stereo. It seemed to be miles away because she'd have to leave Alan's embrace to reach it. "Now, Sir?" she pouted.
"Yes, Bitchslut. Now." He thought, I like how she's calling me "Sir" today without needing to be reminded. Well, for the most part. The more she accepts her position under me, the less these encounters will have to be dangerous power struggles every single time. "Her position under me" - so literally true, heh-heh!
It took a lot of willpower, but she managed to pull away. She decided that since she had to go to the stereo anyway, she'd put on the sauciest walk she could muster. She wanted him to want her as much as she craved him. Her ass sashayed back and forth almost comically as she slow walked to the stereo.
"Anything you like in particular?" she asked, her voice dripping with sex. They both knew she was talking about her body, not any choice of music. She bent over at a perfect stiff legged ninety degree angle to give him a great view of her luscious ass under the pretense of reaching down to get at some CD's.
Alan just chuckled and stared with a lusty gaze. Then, turning to the question of music, since they did have to put on something, he realized that he had no idea what kind of music Heather liked. In fact, he hardly knew her tastes at all, aside from a few random facts such as her having a thing for Kramer on "Seinfeld." So he shrugged and said, "You pick."
Heather put on something that he didn't recognize. It was all slow beat and bass, which fit the situation perfectly. It was crotch grinding music.
She'd walked away from him slowly, but now she practically ran back into his arms. She squeezed him tightly and nuzzled her face into his shoulder as if she'd been away from him for months, not a mere minute or two. She wrapped one of her legs around his again as she snuggled up against him.
Alan was amazed at the depth of her emotion and the intensity of her lust. "Bitchslut, do you think you can keep quiet?"
Clutching him fiercely, she submissively whispered in halting breaths, "Ye- es, Sir. I- I'll be q- qui- et." Her whole body trembled as she nearly climaxed just from being in his arms like this.
Alan gently kissed Heather's damp blonde hair. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this encounter already. He could tell there was something different going on that had never happened between them before. He had a feeling this would be a pivotal day that would set the tone for the rest of their relationship.
He freed himself from her octopus-like embrace to cast a critical eye over her. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye again. He wanted to ask, "What's with you today? Why are you so vulnerable, so un-Heather-like?" But he knew that approach would not do.
Alan studied her critically for a moment, as if searching for something. "Are you sorry?"
"Yes. Yes, Sir!" She stiffened even more and barked the words, as if she was a private addressing an officer.
That came too quickly and easily. He took a deep breath and then looked her squarely in the eye. "No, I don't want you screwing me over again and then saying sorry afterwards, no matter how sincere the apology. I've had enough of that shit from you. The key question is, do you promise never to go against me again?"
Heather gave that question some serious consideration. I'm having such intense feelings for Alan lately. Is this love? This must be what love is like. I would actually feel horrible going against him. Just seeing him today makes me feel so good - I can't lose that. But on the other hand, I wouldn't really be going against him, per se. I'm only going against Glory and all his other loser sluts. They're SO unworthy of him. I'm actually doing him a favor to get them, and especially HER, out of his life. If he wants variety then that's what Simone and the other girls under MY control are for.
So, with complete sincerity from her twisted logic, she looked him in the eye and said, "Yes. Sir."
Alan eyed her closely. He was impressed with how sincere she looked, though he suspected that since she was Heather, there had to be some kind of loophole or complication he wasn't seeing yet. Still, he said warmly, "Better. There may be hope for you yet."
He let go of her hands and quickly slipped a hand between her inner thighs. His fingers quickly found the slippery wetness of her arousal as he traced his fingertips in, around and through her parted labia.
Heather gasped and her hips jerked, but she managed to contain herself as he fingered her pussy.
"As I recall, Bitchslut," Alan said casually, as if fingerfucking Heather's pussy were perfectly routine to the point of being ordinary, "I asked you to get yourself tested for any STD's you might have picked up from any of your previous... partners. Did you ever do that?"
Heather tried to act cool, but the increased wetness between her legs and the breathy sound of her voice betrayed her. "Yeeess," she answered.
Alan stilled his fingers, but didn't take them away from her crotch. "And the results?" he asked.
Heather sighed and looked up at Alan. "Negative. I'm clean, Sir." she whispered. "I have the papers here in my room, if you don't believe me." She grinned as she recalled how happy she'd been when she'd gotten the results in the mail just the day before.
"I'll trust you for now, but I'll look those over before I go. Of course, that means that your pussy is mine now, too. I think I'll give it a poke today just to mark my claim, Princey-cakes."
Her whole body shuddered and tingled as she heard him say that. She was so far gone that she didn't even react to his use of her mother's silly nickname for her. As far as she was concerned, if he was going to fuck her he had the right to call her anything he wanted, although she very much hoped it would be "Bitchslut."
He pulled his juice-slickened fingers out from between Heather's legs and gently popped them into her mouth.
She immediately started sucking on them, tasting the flavors of her own rising excitement.
"Then I have only one other question for you," he said, pulling his fingers from her mouth. Tracing the curve of her jaw line, he looked Heather in the eyes. He let his voice thicken with desire as he asked her, "Is my Bitchslut cleaned out, lubed up, and ready to take it?" He looked at her intently. "ALL of it?"
Heather looked away, embarrassed. Her all-over tan darkened as she blushed.
"Y-your Bitchslut is cleaned out, Sir, but she hasn't been lu-lubed up yet," she said, haltingly. Her asshole throbbed, the itchy hot feeling inside intensifying. She wanted to offer the excuse that she didn't have time because she'd just gotten out of the shower, but thought better of it. "I didn't know you'd... surprise me like this. ... On a holiday..."
Alan pulled Heather back into his arms, but didn't enfold her in an embrace. "You do realize you need to be ready for me twenty-four hours a day, don't you? Your ass exists solely for me to use, solely for my pleasure, any time of day or night, holiday or not. Do you plan on taking holidays from being my Bitchslut?"
"No, Sir!" Heather shivered with excitement, but at the same time she mentally recoiled, Who does he think he is, with his supposed ten girls better than me? I'm Heather fucking Morgan, queen of the whole fucking school! If Alan owns my ass, it's because I WANT him to own my ass! And my pussy too! She paused in her thinking. Wait a minute. That doesn't even make sense.
Alan could see her resisting. So he added, "Imagine I wake up in the middle of the night and I'm feeling horny and in the mood for some hot Bitchslut ass. What's going to happen if I crawl in through your window at three in the morning, lay down on top of you as you're sleeping, and start to shove my cock into your butt? Will it be all lubed up and ready for stuffing?"
Heather found the idea so exciting that she practically swooned. "YES!" she shouted in a triumphant whisper.
"Good," he whispered back, hotly, into her hair. "And I don't mind if you forgot this one time, because it means that I shall have the pleasure of doing it myself."
Tingles and tremors of lustful excitement rippled up and down Heather's body. Her asshole fluttered in anticipation. She was so giddy and weak in the knees that she actually fell forward, forcing him to hold her up. Dammit! He plays me like a fiddle and there's nothing I can do to stop him! He owns my SOUL! But it feels too good to resist!
Alan chuckled when she didn't move to get up again. "Go and get the lube so we can start your punishment, Bitchslut."
Heather practically flew to the bathroom in her haste to obey.
When Heather came back out of the bathroom with the tube of anal lube in her hands, Alan wasn't where he'd been when she left. Instead, he was standing in front of her full length mirror. But he wasn't admiring himself because his modesty wouldn't let him; he was more just staring through the mirror.
Heather paused momentarily in the doorway between her bedroom and her bathroom to admire her lover's body. To think, I used to think he was a nerd. Well, maybe he still falls into that category in school in some ways, even with that hunky body, but I've got me a serious case of nerd luuuv!
She giggled at her silliness and just kept on staring until prompted forward by the tingling of her rear end and the itchy hot sensations deep inside her to get on with it. She came up behind Alan, where he could clearly see her in the mirror first, and silently handed him the lube she was carrying.
But instead of immediately cracking it open, Alan set it aside and pulled her over in front of the mirror. He positioned her exactly as he wanted her, feet apart, hands at her sides. He watched her watching him in the mirror.
He stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. Leaning forward to whisper in her ear again, Alan said, "Do you remember what happened the last time I had you in front of a mirror like this, Bitchslut?"
Heather shivered as the memories of that time in the theater room together flooded through her. She felt her hips buck momentarily before she could still them. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, her lips parting in a breathy sigh. "Yes, Sir, I remember."
"Open your eyes," Alan growled, commandingly. "Look at yourself. Watch yourself. Tell me, honestly, and quietly, what you see in the mirror and what you're feeling. And most importantly, HOLD STILL! I'll tell you this right now, you're not only being punished right now, you're also being tested. This is a test of your self-control, to see if you still have any left. Understand?"
Heather straightened up slightly and watched herself in the mirror as instructed. "Yes, Sir." She prided herself on her self-control and felt confident she could pass any test.
Alan leaned back away from her so that their bodies were no longer touching. He then reached around her arms hanging at her sides and cupped her breasts, squeezing her sun-darkened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, teasing and rolling them.
Instinctively, Heather moaned and thrust her chest out into his hands, indicating her approval. Her eyes reflexively flicked over to look at Alan's reflection, to see his reaction.
Alan's fingers pinched her nipples cruelly as he hissed, "Eyes on yourself, Bitchslut, not on me. And did I, or did I not, just tell you to hold still?"
Heather looked at herself and was surprised to see the look of shock on her face. She straightened back up again, and as she did so Alan relaxed his painful grip on her nipples, but he didn't release them.
"Sorry, Sir. I just couldn't help myself."
"Exactly..." Alan replied, as if that somehow explained everything.
Heather wasn't sure she understood everything that he was implying, but she knew enough to realize that she'd already failed a very small test because she wasn't taking things seriously enough. She resolved not be caught out of line so easily again.
"What are you thinking, Bitchslut? What do you see? What do you feel?" Alan crooned softly, as his hands started caressing her breasts again, gently, yet at the same time, possessively. "Tell me. It's important."
Taking a deep breath, which pressed her chest into Alan's hands a little more assertively, Heather let out a sigh of pleasure before answering. "I see my lover's hands holding my boobs. It feels great."
"Is that, ALL that you see? All that you feel? Nothing else?" Something about his tone of voice sounded disappointed, remote, as if he'd somehow been expecting more from her.
Heather looked at the reflection of Alan's hands playing with her chest, watched as his fingers kneaded and squeezed the firm flesh there. Even as she watched him grope and fondle her chest, she felt renewed tingling between her legs. Her shaven pussy began to reawaken, to moisten itself.
"No, I feel something else. My pussy. My pussy is starting to get wet." Simply saying that, she felt it flood even more, as if it was rewarding her answer.
Alan's fingertips gently teased Heather's hardening nipples. "Starting...?" he asked, as if not entirely believing her.
"Okay, um, not starting, like from the beginning, but, um, starting, as in, really getting going now."
"Really?" Alan asked, as if Heather might be lying. "Let's see if you're telling the truth, shall we?"
Releasing her right breast, Alan skated his hand downwards over Heather's taut abs, teasing her with his touch. His fingertips took turns tempting her navel, stroking and poking into the depression there in her otherwise flat belly as if in imitation of a series of lovers taking turns, fucking her there.
Heather had to resist the urge to grab Alan's hand to force it lower. She desperately wanted to cry out, "Fuck me now!" but she knew that if she did she'd fail the test.
After a few more minutes of this sexy torture, Heather was delighted to feel Alan's hand resume its downward plunge. But instead of reaching between her thighs and fingering her wetness as she'd expected, Alan's palm settled over her shorn pubic mound while his fingers splayed to the sides of her moistening labia inside her thighs.
With his palm firmly cupping her pubic mound, and his scissoring fingers squeezing her lower lips between them, he was able to create incredibly intense sensations all throughout her pelvic region, seemingly by doing almost nothing. Just the faintest twitching of his fingers sent tantalizing flickers of arousal all throughout Heather's body.
Heather felt her clit harden and throb with desire, but smothered by the folds of her clitoral hood, she could only feel the echoes of Alan's digital manipulations of her sex. Maddeningly, he appeared to be in no hurry to give her the sort of direct clitoral stimulation that would almost certainly have sent her tumbling into the orgasm she now badly wanted. Instead, he seemed to content to let the sexual tension simmer, bringing her to a slow boil rather than to a sharp climax. Never before had Heather felt so "in the palm of the hand" of one of her lovers, so at the mercy of the capriciousness of his whims, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating for her.
Between his splayed fingers, Alan alternately squeezed and pulled open Heather's juicy labia lips, loving the soft sucking sound they made when he pulled them apart and the obscenely suggestive squishing noise they made when he squeezed them together again and gently rubbed them against each other. He felt the involuntary bucking of her hips as he played with her pussy mouth, teasing her, tempting her, testing her, knowing full well that she wanted more stimulation than he was giving her right now. Instead, he deliberately let the anticipation build for both of them.
Moving in closer behind her, but being very careful not to touch her with his rampant erection, Alan carefully transferred his left hand from Heather's left breast to her right, deliberately tickling her sensitive flesh and hardened nipple with the short hairs on his forearm.
Heather's breathing quickened and she moaned softly as Alan established a firmer, more powerful grip on her chest and pussy mound.
His fingers on both hands began to clutch and cup her more tightly, more possessively. He leaned in to kiss the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder, making her shiver with sexy chills as his lips brushed against sensitive places she hadn't even known were there before.
"Seems like you're telling the truth..." Alan finally whispered, as Heather's juicy pussy continued to make obscenely sexual noises with the aid of his palpitating fingers.
Fuuucck me! Heather thought, as she slumped back against Alan, her head lolling on his shoulder. She'd put up a very strong resistance, lasting many achingly long minutes in the face of his relentless sexual teasing, but she could only take so much. She knew she shouldn't say it, but her body simply gave her no choice: "Please, Sir," she groaned, wistfully, "I want it. I need it."
Alan's hands immediately stopped what they were doing, pulling Heather back from the shoals of ecstasy.
She whimpered in frustration. She didn't understand how he could have so much patience and self-control. She figured that any other guy she'd ever been with would have cum a couple of times by now and would probably be struggling in vain to get hard again.
Alan growled, "Stand up straight, Bitchslut, and look at yourself in the mirror. I'm not going to tell you again."
Heather struggled to obey.
"Now, get back in position and HOLD STILL! I shouldn't have to keep telling you to hold still. It's very easy to understand, and also, a test of your self-discipline, to see if you have any at all."
He moved back into position behind her and his hands resumed their sexy manipulations of her body. "If you can't even pass a test as simple as this then I'm just wasting my time with you, since you'll never be able to complete your Inner Bitch Taming program. In which case, we might as well say our goodbyes now. So, what's it going to be?"
Heather's eyes opened widely in shock. Her first instinct was to whirl around on Alan and beat him with her fists and cry and scream and somehow take control of the situation, anything to stop the torturous teasing of her body that was driving her to a fever pitch. But then she immediately realized that if she did do that, he'd immediately flunk her out of his life and leave her, just like he'd said he would. If there was one thing Heather had come to believe in dealing with Alan, he didn't screw around or make idle threats. If he said he was ready to dump her, right here, right now, then he almost certainly meant it. (That wasn't entirely true, even Alan didn't know how much he was addicted to her, but luckily for him she didn't know that.)
Heather wasn't willing to bank on the chance that he was bluffing on this. She felt a yawning pit of fear open up in her belly. If Alan left her, getting him back would be next to impossible despite all of her methods of persuasion, that much was abundantly clear. Nothing I do works on him! It's like he has total control over me. Even my secret schemes against him crash and burn. It's so depressing and yet... I love it!
Trembling with the act of will it required of her, Heather carefully and deliberately resumed her assigned posture, with her feet apart and her hands dangling at her sides. She watched with amazement as she saw the transformation in herself from being fearful and nervous to secure and determined as she settled into her pose and accepted her position, literally, in Alan's hands. She felt surprise as the fires of her passion suddenly flared higher, burning hotter and more brightly within her.
Good God I love this man! she thought. I just have to stop fighting, stop scheming. He owns my ass, my body, my soul. I may rule the school, but when it comes to Alan I really am nothing more than his cum dumpster. My goal should simply be to please him as best as humanly possible so he can please me. She said with confidence, "Sorry Sir, I won't fail you again."
Alan kissed the back of Heather's neck, tasting her skin with his tongue. He felt her body start vibrating as she forcibly willed herself to keep still.
"Good," he said, "if you hadn't been able to control yourself even that much then there'd have been no hope for you. But since you've passed this little test, it's time to proceed to the next phase, so long as you don't forget this lesson and suffer a relapse."
Alan kissed Heather's neck and shoulder again, but more sensually this time. He could feel her response, her quickened breathing, but she managed to hold still (for the most part).
"Now, my badly behaved Bitchslut says she 'wants it' and 'needs it' and that's fine with me. I like my Bitchsluts hot and horny. But the real question is, where does she want it, hmm? And does she know that badly behaved Bitchsluts get ignored and left high and dry, while well behaved Bitchsluts get it early and get it often? It's so hard to tell what my Bitchslut wants, a hard fucking or a big fat spanking, let alone if she will EVER learn to be well behaved and stop doing massively stupid shit."
Heather blushed in shame. She'd known that her plan yesterday involved some risks, but she hadn't realized until now just how fed up with her Alan was.
"Your Bitchslut is sorry, Sir-"
Alan's hands squeezed her painfully tight, conveying his anger. "Sorry you got caught, Bitchslut, or sorry you did it at all?" he hissed.
Heather couldn't stifle a small cry of pain. "Sorry about both, Sir. Sorry for doing it, and sorry for being caught." In truth though, she was a lot sorrier about getting caught. She still felt that what she was doing was for his own good, to help him rid himself of the likes of Glory.
"Keep quiet, Bitchslut..." Alan mumbled, "keep your voice down. We don't want to be discovered, do we?" The throbbing bass-heavy music could only cover up so much.
Heather watched her damp hair go flying in the mirror as she emphatically shook her head. I'm not gonna let anyone or anything interrupt us now, least of all my annoying parents! His cock is gonna slide into my ass pretty soon now, I can feel it!
Alan loosened his grasp, but kept a very commanding grip on her highly sensitized, private areas. Just to keep Heather distracted, he started kissing and licking the back of her neck again.
"Now, where was I?" he asked rhetorically, wetting a part of Heather's spine with his tongue and enjoying the way it made her practically vibrate with the effort to hold still as he resumed mauling her chest and pussy mound. "Ah yes, needs. I don't know if you've heard or not, but as your Inner Bitch Tamer I am more than aware that Bitchsluts have needs. Very special, and particularly intense, needs. The problem is that some Bitchsluts have different needs from others, so it's not always easy to tell what their special needs are."
Alan nuzzled Heather's ear, liking the way her breath came in short panting gasps, betraying her arousal. "Can you tell me what you need?" he whispered.
Heather watched the shudder run through her body as she answered. "Fucking," she whispered back, her voice dripping with lust, "Sir, your Bitchslut needs a good hard fucking, and she needs it BAD! I'd prefer it in the ass, as you know, but I'll take it in any hole just so long as it's your cock giving it to me!"
"Ah yes, fucking. All Bitchsluts need their fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Why, if they have to go without, even for just a few days, they become unhinged, deranged, a danger to themselves and to others. The question is though, do they prefer being fucked by real, meaty, Bitch Taming cocks, or do they prefer their fake Bitch Training toys that can stay hard forever if need be?"
As far as Heather was concerned, there was no contest. As much as she loved her Bitch Trainers, not a single one of them could ever hold a candle to a real Bitch Taming penis.
"Real. Hands down, no questions asked, Sir, the real thing is always better. Always."
There was no need for her to lie about that. Anal dildos were great, and the bigger the better, but nothing could compare to how good Alan felt to her. Under his skillful hands, it seemed as if her whole body was on fire. She felt tingles in places where he wasn't even touching her. The anticipation for what he was building up to was killing her.
Alan kissed Heather behind her ear. "Good. Very good." He nibbled on her earlobe, drawing a small gasp of pleasure.
She felt her asshole throb powerfully; the itchy hot burning lust she felt in there was making it harder and harder for her to keep her hips still. She kept having flights of her fantasy of throwing Alan on the floor and raping him with her horny ass (if one could even use an ass as a tool to rape with).
Alan was having so much fun that he'd gotten caught in a sexual fog, just like Heather. But with her so far gone, he took the time to pull back a bit, shake his head in an effort to clear it, and assess what he was doing. This isn't just about having fun, he told himself. I'm here for a purpose.
He tried to recall what the purpose was. Oh yes. The football players. Not only do I need to stop her from stabbing me in the back, but I need her help with them right away. I've gotta play good cop, bad cop, except I'm the only one here so I've gotta play both cops. First, I'll finish getting her all worked up, and then I'll lower the boom on her.
He said, "I want to show you how good it can be, if you don't try to cross me and my friends. Would you like me to get to know your ass a little better?" He shifted his position so that his throbbing erection could come to rest in the humid valley between Heather's buttocks.
The effect on Heather was immediate and electrifying. She choked back a sob as her body threatened to betray her and collapse on the floor. The feeling of his erection resting in the crack of her ass was like tossing gallons of gasoline onto the open fires of her arousal. Keeping her eyes on Alan's reflection, she couldn't trust her voice to answer coherently, so she merely nodded emphatically instead.
"Well, if that's so, then perhaps a little inspection is in order. Keep your feet apart and your hands at your sides. And most importantly, keep quiet and keep still! This may take a little while."
Alan released his hold on Heather and stepped away from her. Now it was time for him to unleash the surprise that Suzanne had suggested to him just before he left home.
Heather missed his hands on her body almost as soon as he took them away, but then she saw in the mirror that he was getting down on his knees behind her, even going so far as to get comfortable. She ached to reach back with her own hands, to pull her ass open for him to "inspect," but she knew now that she had to keep her hands at her sides and do as she was told if she wanted him to keep going. Her entire ass was on fire with anticipation. She didn't know what he was going to do exactly, but she knew that she'd love it.
When she felt his fingers grab her buttocks to pry them apart, she felt like crying for joy.
When she felt a completely unexpected breathy hot wetness touch her asshole, she nearly pole-vaulted to the house next door.
Oh. My. GOD! Did he just do what I think that felt like?
Alan had been expecting that the first touch of his tongue to Heather's anus would produce a dramatic reaction, and she certainly hadn't disappointed him. As it was, she'd plastered herself up against the mirror when she'd jumped away from him in surprise. He watched her, shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze, as she dialed herself back down towards coherence.
Chuckling with mirthful approval, Alan simply said to the shell-shocked blonde bombshell, "Bitchslut, resume the position. Keep quiet and, as I have to keep reminding you, keep still." He was too obviously amused though for there to be any serious sting in his words.
He paused, and thought, How has it come to this? Man, I never would have dreamed in a million years that I'd put my tongue on anyone's asshole, much less Heather's. But when it's completely clean it's just another sensitive body part that's fun to play with. The main thing is, I know this is going to pay off for me in spades down the road when it comes to dealing with her.
Still feeling like a nervous wreck, Heather backed away from her mirror and took up the now familiar posture in front of Alan again. A huge wave of emotions surged through her as she now realized that she was standing with her naked ass only inches from Alan's face. She could feel his warm breath on the tiny hairs on the skin of her buttocks. She had trouble breathing, despite gulping down great lungfuls of air. She couldn't seem to stop shaking. She felt so wound up that it was like she was ready to burst. Even Simone had never done anything to her that made her feel half this excited and alive. What affected her most was just how intimate the gesture was.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, Bitchslut, not at me. Tell me what you see. Tell me what you're feeling."
"O- ok-hay." Heather gasped.
"Sir." Alan firmly reminded her.
"Yes. Sir." Heather gulped, as she saw Alan's hands reach up towards her defenseless rear again. She had to fight her instincts as Alan's fingers took hold of her meaty buttocks once more and pried them apart, slowly exposing her twitching anus to his gaze. God, there's nothing I want more than to shove my ass back and ride Alan's face to an incredibly glorious climax! But all I can do is stand here, completely helpless before him despite the lack of any restraints whatsoever. He's got me exactly where he wants me, AGAIN! And it's driving me wild!
Talking directly into Heather's open ass, Alan asked, "Are you ready for inspection, Bitchslut?"
Heather felt Alan's heated breath between her open butt cheeks. She tried to answer, but the groan that came out instead wasn't too terribly coherent. She settled for nodding vigorously instead.
Alan sensed the nodding of Heather's head through his contact with her intimate flesh. Rather than waste any more time, he decided to plunge right in. Wedging his face into the humid crack of her ass, he started orally pleasuring Heather's spastic anus with his lips and tongue.
Right from the get go, Heather had difficulties. The most important one was that she found it very hard to keep from screaming her head off in ecstasy. She normally preferred to be quite uninhibited and vocal about shouting out her sexual pleasure, but under the current circumstances doing so would be disastrous rather than fun. The second problem for her was that it was nearly impossible for her to hold still. Her hands kept fluttering at her sides, rather than hanging limply, and her legs continually threatened to give out from under her as wave after wave of pleasure radiated outwards from her rear end.
Alan sensed that she was about to crumble to the floor, so he backed off for a little bit to let her recover and adjust.
As she calmed down, she thought, How many times have I fantasized about having Alan in this position, submissively eating out my ass as I reveled in my complete and utter triumph over him? And yet here he is, eating my ass out, but it's all flipped around! Somehow, he's made it so that I'm the one submitting to HIM while he's doing it! He's so fucking diabolically brilliant; I really have to hand it to him. Now, if I ever was able to get him to submit and lick my ass in supplication, it just wouldn't be the same. It would be a hollow shell, a mere mockery of this magical moment. The thing is, this is so intimate, so loving! It's a thousand times better this way, with all these electrical and intense feelings flowing between us, than mere control and domination of him could ever be!
Alan was enjoying himself immensely. This ass licking was Suzanne's answer to Xania's request for him to do something unprecedented that would knock Heather's socks off. Alan had figured it would get the desired result, but he hadn't been prepared for the sheer pleasure of watching her struggle to contain her screaming libido. One of the things Alan loved to do to Heather was make her squirm, and this "inspection" was doing that in spades. Since her pussy was right next to her asshole, he fingered her there at the same time, driving her absolutely wild.
I've got to admit that Heather may be a bitch, but she's a fun bitch. She's so sexually responsive, and her hard body really is something to behold. The only one who matches her in being so relentlessly in shape and athletically fit is Simone. And when it comes to sex, she's even better than Simone is. It's like she was been born, bred, and raised for nothing but mind-blowing fantastic sex.
The only problem is that I get carried away. She doesn't just feel like an exceptionally sexy piece of meat today, I feel like we're bonding somehow. That's probably not a smart thing, but I'm on such a roll that I'm just gonna have to run with this and see where it goes.
Alan resumed licking her asshole, but slowly and gently, keeping her drunk on lust but not too drunk. He asked her again, "So, what do you see in the mirror?"
Heather regained enough mental focus to start describing to Alan what she was seeing in herself in the mirror. She kept stressing just how much she loved anal stimulation and having her butt played with like this, and how grateful she was to be his Bitchslut.
Time to up the ante, he thought wickedly. Choosing his moment carefully, Alan waited until Heather was distracted saying something-or-other about how wonderful what he was doing to her felt. Then, in mid-syllable, he struck. Taking a firm hold with both hands on the sides of her hips so she couldn't get away from him, he stiffened his tongue and speared it into Heather's hotly clutching, highly sensitized anus.
When Heather felt Alan's oral muscle invade her rear end, she literally forgot to breathe for a few long seconds. The only thing greater than her shock in that moment was the excruciatingly intense pleasure that she felt.
Alan's tongue is fucking my ass!
She threw her head back and silently howled her passion. She desperately wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she thought about her possessive ex-Marine father downstairs and somehow the danger just turned her on even more.
Her chest heaved mightily as she tried to draw great big gulping breaths. She wobbled precariously on unsteady legs as tremors of sexual fulfillment threatened to crest over her. If Alan hadn't been holding onto her hips to keep her steady, she would have collapsed onto the floor. Her hands shook and flailed at her sides, wanting to clutch at something for support but finding nothing to grab onto.
Heather wanted to touch herself, badly. She could feel the cooling wetness on the back of her neck and shoulders where Alan had kissed her, and she hungered for his gentle caresses again. Her clit hung down, ripe, hot, and bloated between her legs, having thrust aside the covering hood in searching need for that extra flicker of sensation that would catapult her into orgasm. Her pussy was weeping juices, crying out in readiness, drenching her inner thighs. A fine sheen of sexual sweat glittered on her skin in the morning light, radiant and glowing.
But none of those sensations held a candle to what her ass was feeling. She thought she would pass out at any second from the way Alan's hands held her taut, tanned buns with his face buried between them while he thoroughly wetted the inside of her asshole with his wriggling tongue. She couldn't help herself when her hips started bucking, thrusting back to impale her asshole onto Alan's fucking tongue.
She started to feel the rumblings of an awesome climax; there was just no way to hold back.
But Alan didn't want her to peak too soon. He suddenly pulled his tongue away, sat back on his heels, and let go of her sweaty buttocks altogether.
The shocking absence of sensation brought what would have been a tremendous chain of orgasms to an early halt before it could really get going. The conclusion of her ascent was within sight, but frustratingly just out of reach.
Heather's head flopped down and she looked at herself in the mirror. She could hardly believe what she saw in her reflection - the hunger, the need, the craving she saw in her eyes and in the rippling tension in her body, the overwhelming desire for sex. She was enthralled by the sight of herself and the feelings within her that Alan had unleashed. At the same time, she felt profoundly humbled, tremendously prideful, and of all things, liberated.
He's the one, she thought to herself, as the tremors in her body quieted and she settled back into her "assigned" posture, My God, he's the one for me. She felt her heart go from a bouncing pitter patter to a racing beat as the full realization unfolded. Holy shit! I'm in love! This is so much more than just lust. Fuck me, I'm actually, really in love with Alan fucking Plummer! No way! No fucking way!
She'd had these feelings before, this sense that she was in love with Alan and that she'd do anything to be his girlfriend. But the intensity of her emotions now made those earlier feelings pale in comparison.
Alan watched Heather watching herself in the mirror, giving her a moment alone with her own thoughts. He watched the reflection of her chest, rising and falling with her breathing, the sensuous movement of her magnificent breasts, the subtle twitches of the muscles in her calves and thighs. He felt his erection twitch and throb with need.
Man, I have no idea how I've held out this long. I think I must be building up a tolerance to insanely arousing stimulation, thanks to everything that's happened to me lately. Even a month ago, I probably would have cum by now just from the touching we've done. But I can't hold back any more!
Standing up behind her, Alan closed the distance between them. As he wrapped his arms around her to hold her tightly to him in a full body hug from behind, he maneuvered his erect penis to slip between her thighs and slide the head and shaft along, but not into, her wet and juicy pussy lips.
Feeling her pussy sliding along the shaft of Alan's thickness, Heather couldn't help but moan, heedless to the danger of being too loud. She realized that her pussy had been relatively neglected by Alan lately, thanks to all the focus on her ass, but with his erection so close suddenly her pussy craved satisfaction as much or more than her ass did.
Still, the firestorm of sensations from even so light a touch as that sent Heather reeling. She slumped into Alan's embrace and had to reach up behind herself to hold onto his neck to keep upright. But it wasn't enough. That whisper of sensation hadn't been enough for her to claim the release she so badly needed.
Heather's head lolled in the crook of Alan's shoulder as she whimpered with unfulfilled desire. Recovering enough of her wits to look up at him, her eyes glazed with fuck lust and wet with unshed tears, she breathily whispered, "Sir... I love-"
His mouth rushed forward and before she could say the word "you" he kissed her square on the lips.
As the kiss went on, he thought, She loves me? Fuck! That's not good, not good at all! I know for sure that was what she was going to say, I can just tell. I think the good cop part of my good cop, bad cop routine has gotten out of hand! This is exactly what Xania warned me about. Fuck, fuck, fuck! FUUUCCK!
He looked over to the window longingly, as if he was in a lion's den and he needed to plot his escape. The problem is, I'm feeling such strong feelings for her too. Like this kiss. It's such a searing, soul-melding kiss! At times like this it's so easy to forget what she's like most of the time. Why does she have to be such a bitch?
As they continued to kiss, he calmed down a bit as he justified things to himself, No, Heather may want to SAY the words "I love you," but she has no idea what they mean. She's simply too selfish to feel true love. So I think I'm still safe for the most part, although this is definitely NOT A GOOD THING. I'm going to have to ramp up that Sean handover plan, big time! Good thing I brought that up again earlier. And thank God, too, that Xania warned me in time so I can hopefully nip her romantic delusions in the bud before she starts acting even crazier than usual.
Alan felt a fresh spurt of wetness on top of his penis and figured it was about time. Breaking off the kiss, he held her eyes captive with his gaze as he shifted his position slightly, pulling his erection back and down slightly until the head was drawn back and angled up into the drooling folds of Heather's weeping pussy lips. Maintaining silent eye contact with her, he slowly thrust upwards with his hips, sinking his throbbing meat into the hot, wet and hungrily clasping folds of Heather's muscular vagina.
The look on her face as he drove into her with his erection was priceless.
"Thank you, Sir," she moaned when he reached full depth. "Thank you!" She bucked her hips at him to encourage him to do more.
It felt so good for Alan sliding in that he strained with all his might not to cum then and there. At times like this he was acutely aware that he really wasn't the super stud he had convinced Heather that he was. It was a constant effort to keep his stamina and persona going. He paused and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He thought, Can I do this? I've been on the trigger for so long now - how will I be able to fuck her even one minute without cumming? I guess I'll try my favorite old trick - stall for time until I get my second wind. He grinned wickedly. The really cool thing is how my limitations actually make me appear even more studly. Whenever I pause, it comes across like I'm deliberately frustrating my partner to drive her to a higher high, when in reality it's because I'm so close to popping my cork that I have no choice but to stop. I guess perception really is everything.
With that thought in mind, he barked, "Bitchslut, I can't go on until you hold still. Do you want to do this or not?"
As he'd hoped, Heather assumed it was all her fault that he hadn't started thrusting already. But she was so turned on that getting her body to completely freeze was a nearly impossible task. Her hips in particular wiggled about like she was auditioning to be a belly dancer.
"Sorry!" she gasped between labored breaths. "I'm too hot! Sir!"
Using all her tremendous willpower, she finally managed to more or less come to a standstill after a couple of minutes.
That gave Alan enough time to come down from his orgasmic close call. He finally disentangled her hands from around his neck and brought them down, cupping her breasts.
That simple move set her off again. She practically burst into dance, her body was so eager to move about. The only thing keeping her from flailing about even more was the fact that Alan's erection was lodged deeply inside of her.
Alan realized that breast play would be too arousing for the both of them, so he settled his hands on her shoulders, massaging the knots of tension there. "Hold still, Bitchslut," he mumbled, but warmly and without the menace of earlier disapproval. "How many times do I have to tell you to hold still?"
Heather blushed, ashamed at having to be reminded yet once more to control herself. She was able to take control of her hips, to keep from thrusting back at Alan, but there was nothing she could do about the involuntary actions going on inside her pussy. Her internal muscles were clenching, grabbing, sucking, and massaging Alan's hardness inside her, desperately trying to make him flood her insides with his tasty cream. She could even see trickles of her pussy juices starting to slide down the exposed fraction of his shaft not already in her and starting to wet the skin of his ball sack.
"Fuck me. Sir. Please. Fuck. Me," she whispered.
"Fuck you? Fuck you where?" he asked, disingenuously, as if he didn't already know the answer.
"Please, Sir! Please! Anywhere!" She was so overcome with need that tears of frustration were actually rolling down her sweaty face. In particular, the hot, itchy, burning need radiating out from inside her ass was like a life force with a will of its own.
Suddenly changing her mind, she screamed none too quietly, "ASS! Sir, fuck me in the ASS!" Even though Alan was already buried balls deep in her pussy, her ass was staging a coup d'etat in her brain, demanding more attention.
Alan was a little surprised by the depth of conviction he heard in Heather's voice. He flexed his penis in her pussy, making her jump slightly and gasp momentarily with the feeling.
Her pussy responded in kind, grabbing onto him and sucking wetly in reply. It felt good, great in fact, but a little flexing just wasn't enough. Heather's urge to scream out in sheer frustration was nearly overwhelming.
Alan belatedly clamped a hand over her mouth and muttered, "Shush it! Do you want everyone to hear you?" He seriously hoped her parents were both downstairs and hadn't heard her "fuck me in the ass!" cry.
After a few moments he removed his hand so she could speak and she whispered back, "I don't care! Please, please, PLEASE! Just do me! Hard!"
He nibbled her ear, causing more frustrated moans. "If I do, can you promise to keep quiet?"
"I'll... try." She was so pumped up that she was practically hyperventilating.
Finally, Alan started sawing his erection in and out of her pussy.
Paradoxically, she calmed down some once he got going. It was the anticipation that was driving her crazy, and now that he was doing it, it was like the relief of walking in from the scorching desert and jumping into a cool pool. It felt so good that even her anal needs were sated for a little while.
Alan speared her for a minute or two, but all too soon he felt the urge to cum well up within him. If there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was to cum inside her. Part of the carrot and stick approach he had planned for her was making her understand that cumming inside her was a special reward only given when she was well behaved.
So, to his great frustration, he stopped and pulled out. But he had plans to cover this strategic pause and buy himself more time.
Heather was about to complain when his hands left her shoulders as he stepped back from her, but then she saw him reach out with one hand to snatch up the tube of anal lube she'd given him earlier and that he'd set aside. Her protests died before even passing her lips as shivers of excitement ran up and down her spine.
Alan cracked the lube open, squirted some of it on his fingers, and approached her.
Struggling to hold still, Heather felt Alan pry her buttocks open to expose her straining asshole again.
Then, calmly using his probing fingers, Alan began to lube up her asshole, mostly by feel, while looking her straight in the eye through the mirror. Every so often he would take his hands away from her so as to put another fresh squirt of lube on his fingertip. Then his hands would disappear from sight behind her again and she'd feel his fingers open her up once more and start sensuously massaging more lube into her trembling rear end. Before long she started feeling deliciously "squishy" back there, though she craved something far more substantial than mere fingers.
When she was finally readied for anal penetration, Alan stepped back up behind Heather. But instead of pushing his penis into her asshole like she'd expected him to, he sank his penis back into her pussy.
"No! Sir!" she protested. "That's the wrong- I mean..." her voice trailed away as he started laughing at her.
"I know, I just wanted to enter you wet, wet with your juices that is, rather than slicked up with that other stuff." Alan bottomed out inside of her and held for a few moments, bathing himself in her vaginal secretions. Stalling for more time to recover, he asked, "By the way, what's the difference between a good girl and a bad girl?"
Heather whimpered with frustration as Alan pulled his stiffness out of her again, once again with a "schlorping" popping noise. She wracked her brain trying to think of a simple answer, since Alan obviously didn't want an essay on the subject, but she couldn't think of a summary that made the distinction easy.
"Um, good girls you marry, but bad girls, you just fuck the shit out of them?" she ventured, doubtfully.
"Close..." Alan murmured, centering the head of his wet penis onto her ready anus, "but not quite. The truth is, I'll fuck the shit out of good girls too, whether I marry them or not. Six out of ten for effort though."
He began to apply pressure, watching Heather's face as her asshole started dilating, slowly opening to permit him entry. He watched with pleasure as her breasts started heaving more and more as he increased his pressure and her anal mouth slowly yawned wider and wider trying to take his thickness.
Soon, Heather's facial expressions were starting to show the strains of her anus trying to open widely enough to take Alan's rampant erection within.
"Still want to get fucked?" he asked. "Still want it up the ass?"
"GOD yesssss!" she hissed, fighting against the increasing pain to relax her asshole and swallow the man meat pressuring her behind.
Alan held Heather's trembling body close and whispered into her ear. "The answer is, good girls don't get fucked in the ass, but bad girls..." his penis head suddenly popped completely inside her straining butt, "Bad girls do!"
Heather choked back a cry, of pain, pleasure, or more likely, both, as she felt Alan finally gain entry to her rear end. She wanted to be "filled up" right away, but her anus had clamped down hard behind the head of Alan's penis so he wasn't going anywhere for a few minutes.
Alan used his hands to grab and massage Heather's tanned and tightly clenching butt cheeks, hoping to distract her from any discomfort she might be feeling in the area. Judging from the mighty grip her throbbing anus was exerting on his shaft, it might be a little bit before she could relax enough for deeper penetration.
Once again, Alan was amazed by the sheer muscular power that Heather could exert with her asshole. Other lovers had tighter asses, like Amy, or more talented control over their anal muscles, like Xania, but Heather won hands down when it came to strength.
After a little while he felt a shift in her breathing at the same time that her spasming anus relaxed its death-grip on him ever so slightly. Feeling that this was the perfect time to get her back in the mood for more, Alan decided it was time to start talking dirty to her once more, whispering of lustful depravity to get her going again.
"That's right, Bad girls love getting fucked in the ass, and you're a BAD girl, aren't you?"
Heather whimpered, but not in pain, with need. She didn't trust herself to talk just then, so she bit her lip and nodded instead.
Alan swung his hips gently, stirring the head of his penis inside the hot crushing grip of her clenching anus.
Heather's ass had already begun swallowing his length, but Alan wanted to draw out giving her the rest, if only because slowly thrusting into her like this was so pleasurable and would further delay the rush of their orgasms. Rather than pumping his way into her, he simply maintained a steady, even pressure that slowly fed more and more of his penis into her ravenous behind. Her whimpers of lust were like music to his ears.
He was too worked up to talk much more, but he kept feeding more and more of his fuckmeat into her insatiably horny ass.
Heather wanted to scream with passion, but she remembered her promise to keep quiet. Her hips were starting to wriggle, despite all her frenzied attempts to hold still, as Alan continued to work himself into her butt.
Finally, he was all the way in. His plan had been to simply stay that way for a while to calm down a bit and give her ass some time to adjust to his massive invasion, but unfortunately her ass wasn't cooperating. Even though Heather was doing her best to keep still on the outside, on the inside there was no way for her to stop the erratic clenching of her anal muscles.
It felt so good that Alan knew he was going to blow if he didn't do something soon. Worse, he couldn't simply pull out because the way his dick was being squeezed made even thrusting impossible. So there was only one way out, risky though it was.
"Do you need to cum, Bitchslut?" he asked, gently, sympathetically.
Delirious with lust, Heather could only answer with hesitant, fearful a nod.
Alan whispered, "Then cum for me, my Bitchslut, cum for me!"
And right before her eyes, the walls of the room seemed to start melting as her ass erupted into a cataclysmic orgasm.
Alan felt he was riding a mechanical bull. His challenge was to ride out her climax without cumming himself, because cumming in her ass would ruin all of his psychological manipulations. He strained his PC muscle for all he was worth, but not cumming was just about the hardest thing he'd ever done, given the way her anal walls were randomly contracting and squeezing his erection in the most joyous ways imaginable. Sweat liberally poured down his face as he battled her ass.
Heather's multiple anal orgasms lasted a very long time, but just how long was impossible to say since time seemed to stand still.
Eventually, Alan realized that he'd passed through the "worst" of it and he wasn't going to cum after all. But the ride had been so great that it felt better than just about all of his actual climaxes.
Neither of them quite passed out, but they'd been so out of it that when they started rousing themselves a few minutes later, they both felt like they were waking up from a long sleep.
Somehow they were both still standing, but Heather was leaning on the mirror and Alan was flopped all over her. Her breasts were pressed so hard into the cool glass that she seriously wondered if her rock hard nipples would leave dents.
Slowly, they righted themselves and resumed standing all the way up in a tight embrace.
Heather felt like she'd just run a marathon. Before, her long blonde hair had been wet from the shower, but now it was dry and the rest of her body was wet from all the exertion and sweat.
To her disbelief and astonishment, she felt a strange sensation in her ass. No way! Alan is still hard! And he's still balls deep in my butt! How did he do that? I thought I'd just about squeezed his cock clean off, the way my ass was spasming so wildly. Incredible! He's such a fucking worthy partner, how could I ever be with anyone else? The other guys are just chumps.
She looked at him in the mirror, her eyes taking a little bit longer than usual to focus, and wondered in awe, What the hell is it going to take to get him to shoot into my ass?!
Alan tried not to laugh at the priceless shocked expression on Heather's face. He thought, I have no idea how I made it through that, but I swear the effort just took a year off of my life. Now, though, I really do have a strong second wind and I can enjoy myself for a while. It's like I came even though I didn't. Did I have another one of those accidental ejaculation-free climaxes Suzanne taught me about?
He mirthfully tweaked her erect nipples before grinding his hips into her defenseless ass, watching her expression melt into one of helpless pleasure as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back.
She slumped back against him. "Oh! Alan!"
The music was still pulsing out of the stereo, so he churned his hips in time to the beat. "Ahhh, nothing like a fresh, hot, buttfucked Bitchslut first thing in the morning. Mmmm. Breakfast of Bitch Tamers!" he chuckled.
He spanked her ass with one hand. It was a bit risky to make that much noise, but he just couldn't help from delighting in the quivering of her flesh as well as enjoying the squirm of her hips.
He whispered to her, conspiratorially, "This is exactly the kind of... servicing... that well behaved Bitchsluts can look forward to receiving on a regular basis. Obedient Bitchsluts get fucked balls deep in the ass so they can just cum and cum and cum, oh so fucking hard, all over their Bitch Tamers. They get to open their insatiably horny asses to take big, fat, long, hard, cum-filled Bitch Tamers deep inside their cock-hungry asses and CUM all over them because they love ass fucking so very fucking much. Yessss, they do..."
Heather was having trouble catching her breath, let alone staying upright. The aftershocks of her tremendous anal orgasm were still playing themselves out, rumbling around and echoing throughout her body. But instead of feeling fucked out like she'd expected, her asshole was already starting to suck on and massage Alan's still rampant and throbbing erection once more.
Heather thought, I'm not sure if I could hold out through something even more powerful than that last orgasm. "Wha-" she gasped, still shocked, "what the fuck did you just d-do to me?"
Alan pulled Heather into an embrace and snuggled up and into her behind. He enjoyed listening to the sound of her passionate whimpering moans of pleasure as he made her eyes unfocus and cross.
Alan nuzzled her ear, licking and nibbling on her earlobe, delighted by the way her asshole rippled and sucked him in response to his ticklish and teasing touches of her body elsewhere. He said soothingly and lovingly, "What happened just now, that was all you. What you saw, what you felt, that was you... you and your very sensitive ass. And, as your Bitch Tamer, I know and understand your very private and very special needs."
Heather was surprised and seduced by his tenderness and compassion. She felt her entire body tense up, including her anus, before suddenly relaxing utterly as a wave of calming serenity seemed to pool its way outwards from within her. She felt completely safe in his arms, at peace with herself as a fulfilling sense of completeness and total trust washed over her. He does understand me, completely. I feel so safe here in his arms.
Her asshole throbbed in time with her slowing heartbeat, savoring and loving the deeply masculine intruder within her. Fuck me till kingdom cum, I've been completely conquered! Conquered by his kindness, his sensitivity, his tenderness, his fairness, and most of all by that giant, hard, meaty presence completely filling me. Shit, will I ever get enough of that incredible cock of his? Alan, I didn't believe it before, but now I do. You are my ass master, my Inner Bitch Tamer. I love you, Sir, and fuck me and love me until the day I die. I NEED that Bitch Tamer of yours up my butt!
Alan felt, as well as sensed, the change in Heather, as she responded to his tenderness while he held her in his arms. It was almost as if she were awakening somehow. He had a sense that her feelings for him were growing, especially since she'd nearly said "I love you" earlier, but he was still mostly clueless. If he could have heard the intensity of her thoughts, he would have been astonished, alarmed, and quite possibly tempted to make a run for it while he still could.
"How do you feel?" he asked gently, warmly.
Heather sighed. "Like a Bitchslut, Sir. A well-fucked but still needy Bitchslut." She snuggled back against him. "You were right, Sir, about me, about what it means to be a Bitchslut. I don't just prefer or want to be fucked in the ass, I need it. I love it! I fucking love it when you spread my ass and force my tightest hole to open up wide and take you deep. You're so right that I'm a very anal girl with very special needs, needs that only you can satisfy. Please, Sir. Please fuck my ass. Again! And always!"
Gotcha! he thought triumphantly. "I'd love to. But you know you're hardly the only woman in my life. If you were to cross me again, then what we've been doing today, we'd never do it again."
Heather blanched. The mere possibility of losing Alan was more disturbing to her than being forced to watch a child get run over by a car in slow motion. For the first time really ever, she thought seriously about stopping all her schemes. Alan has my number. He literally owns my ass. Every time I've tried to outsmart him he catches me and I get burned. Maybe I should just admit that he's tamed my ass and pussy and just spread my legs whenever he calls, like a good Bitchslut always does.
But as soon as she thought that, her pride kicked in. NO! That's not me! I never give up, never surrender! If I do that, I'll get him, what? One time a week? Maybe I should stay away from scaring off Amy and Katherine, at least for now. Let him have some fun at home. But if I can get Glory out of the picture, then Alan is mine at school at least, every single school day! That's definitely worth the risk. Besides, how is Alan going to realize that he and I are meant to be together forever if he's drowning in all his other women? Glory's not even remotely worthy of him. Her body is inferior to mine in every way. Really, I'm doing him a favor to weed out the unworthies he's not strong enough to say no to. That's how lovers help each other out, by making the tough calls the other one can't make.
She felt an even greater sense of calm and happiness settle over her as she fantasized about Alan loving her and her alone. I'm going to be a good Bitchslut. The best! He may say I'm not even in his top ten, and though I don't believe that, I'm going to be such an incredible fuck that soon there will be no way for him to even lie about who his number one is! I can tell by the way he's treated me today that he loves me. I'm going to love him so good that he won't be able to deny his love for me too.
The reason he's helping me with this Inner Bitch Training program is partly so he can use the head cheerleader and the hottest fuck in town as his personal cum dumpster whenever he likes, I realize, but mostly it's because he cares. No one else has cared enough about me to try to change me. That proves that he loves me!
Alan snuggled for a little while longer with Heather, letting his hands wander, before settling his grip on her hips so he could start rutting again. He whispered, "I feel like fucking your hot Bitchslut ass some more, but I doubt I'll cum in you today. You haven't earned that reward yet. You'll help me pull out when the time comes, won't you?"
"Yes, Sir. Anything you say." She would have agreed to dance on the roof in a clown suit if that got him thrusting again.
"Don't disappoint me, or there will be a price to pay."
But before she could reply to that, there was a knock on her bedroom door.
"Princess, can I come in?" a distinctly male voice asked through the door.
Instantly, Heather went rigid. Not only did her body seem to seize up, but her mind completely blanked. In her mind's eye she saw her father turning the knob to her door and walking into her bedroom. She could picture his red and angry face as he discovered that his "Precious Princess" had a boy's cock buried to the hilt in her upturned ass, and in her own bedroom no less! Her asshole clamped down painfully tight onto Alan's erection, her fearful crushing grip rendering it impossible for him to pull out.
Alan wanted to run to the window and skedaddle, but he was very literally stuck, deep inside Heather. Trapped, he ruefully wondered, What is this?! Today's the day of interruptions. This is just like what happened with Amy and Suzanne at the window this morning, except this is all too real!
"Princess? You in there?" Frank asked in his booming voice.
Both Alan and Heather stared in horror as the door handle jiggled.
NOTE: For the first time ever, a part of the first draft was written by IBT. He wrote most of the Heather scenes here, so an extra huge thanks and co-writing credit for him! Big thanks also to IBT (again), Gnome, and WD40, who proofread the part over and over again and helped in lots of other ways. Also thanks to Hermit, Kaiphra, Brian, Warpwizard, DD, and Lee.