CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 28)

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.

Alan gasped.

"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!"

CHAPTER 2

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.

CHAPTER 3

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.

CHAPTER 4

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.

CHAPTER 5

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!

CHAPTER 6

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.

CHAPTER 7

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?"

"That's 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?"

Ginger nodded.

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."

"Yes."

"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.

"Yes."

"And this play of theirs is so sexual that even anal beads are used. In public. On stage."

"Um, well..."

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.