SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 16: When Will I Be Loved?

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 6)

After a remarkable Tuesday, Alan needed to take it easy for a while. As he awoke, visions of the previous day flooded his thoughts. Between the memories of fucking Heather and getting repeatedly blown by his mother, he was hard in seconds. He recalled his mother's "cock hungry alarm clock" treatment, and looked around, half-expecting to see her there. Unfortunately, he found himself alone. He remained in his bed and waited until his penis had calmed down before leaving his room to take a shower.

During breakfast, Susan didn't dress provocatively or act out of the ordinary. She did seem slightly embarrassed, and avoided direct eye contact with him.

Alan thought to himself, I'll bet this is just a passing phase. She's just freaked out at what a total nympho she was yesterday. She needs some time to absorb that. But that was her true nature. I imagine she'll be begging to suck my cock before night falls

Katherine normally teased him a little when Susan wasn't around, but unfortunately their mother was almost always close by. So it was a tame morning. Alan left for school without a single orgasm.

During Glory's history class, Christine told Alan that she wanted to speak to him when the class was over.

So, to his teacher's deep disappointment, he signaled that he had to go but would be back soon. Alan was even more disappointed than Glory was - the lack of a morning climax had him dying for penis relief from the increasingly growing sexual tension.

As Alan walked down the hallway with his former crush, Christine said to him, "I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you in the flesh. You've been so hard to reach lately. Are we still friends? Did what happened to us a while back, did that ruin everything?"

"No. No, it didn't."

"Did our date of sorts ruin things? I was just trying to reestablish our friendship, I hope I didn't mess things up even more."

"No, the date was great. No problem at all. It's just that... You may have noticed that I've been hard to reach for everyone lately."

She arched an eyebrow. "That's an understatement! You're always out of sight the instant class is over. No one even sees you during lunch. People are starting to talk. What's going on?"

"I'm just really, really busy. Lots of things happening at home..." He thought, That is technically true. If she only knew what kinds of things.

"It's not all just because you're trying to avoid me, is it? I'm wondering if I'm the cause of this. I really regret everything that happened before. Can't we start over, with a blank slate?"

"That would be great. Let's do that. Just as friends. You were right that the romance idea wasn't smart. But I'd love to spend more time with you and go on a second non-date date, if you know what I mean. I'll give you a call. Okay? How about this weekend?"

"Yeah, okay. Let's do it!"

She sounded enthusiastic, but actually she was a bit disappointed. Their "non-romantic" date had gone so well that she was starting to warm up to the idea of going on a real romantic date. However, Alan seemed very firm on not getting involved. Still, she looked forward to the weekend plans and hoped to further test his feelings and see if they had a spark.

After Alan walked away from Christine, he pondered the notion of getting something sexual going with her after all. But he dismissed the idea almost as soon as he thought of it.

He thought, No way am I going to go through that agony again just to be shot down and probably destroy our friendship for good. Plus, I've got so many women on my mind and in my life, I just can't deal with another. Christine is a Nordic blonde goddess and she still turns me on in a big way, but she's so sexually inexperienced. She's still the "Ice Queen" and as far as I know, she hasn't even kissed a guy yet.

I'm so totally spoiled that when I hang out with a beautiful woman, I expect a handjob the way others expect a hello. It would be unfair of me to drag such an innocent girl down into my den of iniquity, incest, and multiple partners. She'd be better off without me. She needs to find some pure and innocent guy just like her. I can't give the women I'm already with the time or love they deserve, so to add one more would just be criminal and unfair for everybody.

Disappointed, Christine wandered around the cafeteria during her favorite part of the school day. It wasn't the food she looked forward to but the chance to learn all the latest gossip. From a very young age, her parents had imprinted in her brain the saying that "knowledge is power." Christine had taken the love of learning to heart, which was a big reason why she excelled in her studies so well. But it also meant that she liked to hear everything about everybody at school. And since she didn't have much of a social life of her own, she could live vicariously through others.

To get the best gossip, Christine had formed a spy network of sorts known as the "goody goody" network by those who knew of its existence at all (Alan, a social outsider, was completely oblivious to all of this).

Christine was too much of the "Ice Queen" to have lots of friends, but she'd taken advantage of her reputation as the top ranking female student in academics as well as her reputation as a paragon of morality and purity to form her own clique of like-minded girls.

She was thus linked in with a surprisingly large group of girls who did well in school and were also "pure" and usually virgins, although often not by choice. They might have been considered female geeks, but Christine was so drop dead gorgeous that no one considered her a geek. Christine's high social standing rubbed off on them the more she associated with them.

Their reputation as "goody goodies" meant that they were scorned by the most elite of in-groups, the clique that those in the know called "the blondies." Heather was at the center of this all-female group and her followers tried to emulate her, even down to most of them dying their hair to look more like her. Since Heather was their role model, they celebrated immorality and hedonism, living a wild life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Most were barely passing their classes.

But like Christine, Heather was also aware that knowledge is power, and used her followers to try to learn everything about everyone. Heather's grades were entirely lackluster because she didn't care about academics, but she could be very smart when she put her mind to it.

As a result, the "goody goodies" and "blondies" couldn't have been more different. The "goody goodies" spent much of their time trying to figure out what the "blondies" were doing, but the "blondies" didn't much care about the "goody goodies" since they generally lived pretty boring lives and weren't socially important enough to be a threat. Heather considered only Christine herself potentially dangerous enough to be worth keeping tabs on.

Christine got her food tray and sat down at "her" table in the cafeteria. Boys were mostly oblivious to the vicious power struggles between the girls but if one wanted to understand the power structure one only had to look at where people sat at lunch. Christine's table was a minor power center and it was hard to get a seat there, but it was also quite far from Heather's table, which was like the U.N. Security Council of school politics, except a lot more vicious.

As Christine sat down, she looked to her "lieutenants" in her network who were already there. She sat across from Michelle, one of her key aides due to her unusually good connections to the football team and the "blondies" and asked, "Hey Michelle. So, what's up? What's the latest scuttlebutt?"

Michelle was bubbly with excitement. She had news about Alan Plummer and she knew that Christine always liked that, especially lately. "All the girls are talking about your hot date."

Christine blanched and froze in mid-reach for her fork. "What? I told you it was a completely platonic thing!"

"No, girl, I don't mean your date itself, nobody cares much about that or even knows about it outside of your good friends here. No, I mean the guy from the date, Alan."

Christine visibly relaxed and tried to act more nonchalant. "Oh really? What about him?"

Michelle grew more excited. "Well, there are even MORE rumors about him today. Further confirmation that he is gettin' it on!" She said "he is gettin' it on" in a sassy, streetwise tone and shook her head from side to side while wriggling her shoulders as she said it.

Christine leaned forward and then others sitting nearby all leaned in. "Well? Don't stop there."

Michelle pulled back, suddenly more hesitant. "Mind you, these are just rumors. I haven't been able to put it all together, but there's something happening between him and the cheerleader squad. Something sexual."

"The squad?!" Christine asked incredulously. "You're not talking about merely one person but the whole group?" She sat back. "I don't believe it. The WHOLE squad?"

"Uh-huh. The main thing is, he's just a nerd, right? But all the members of the squad are suddenly talking about him like he's the cock of the walk. Where did that come from? Like yesterday, Tina was clever enough to ask that cheerleader Kim what she thought about Alan, and Kim totally blushed and got all nervous. What's up with that?"

Tina was sitting a few seats away at the same table and said, "Uh-huh! It's true! I mean, her reaction was EXTREME. So I asked Janice and Joy about him, and they were kinda all weird too. And you already know that Amy has been wandering around in a daze talking about how "dreamy" he is. Of course there's no point in talking to Katherine since she doesn't really play into this as his sister. And no one's going to dare talk to Heather."

Michelle picked up where Tina left off. "HOWEVER, remember that Heather was seen at the beach talking to Alan in a friendly manner. Heather! Friendly! Actually, even more than friendly if you believe the girl who claims to have seen it. She was actually flirting with him big time!"

Another girl at the table said, "Hold on. This is HEATHER we're talking about! Everyone knows she's a shoo-in to be the Homecoming Queen this year." No one needed to mention what a blow to Heather's chances it would be in that contest if she started publicly associating with nerds like Alan, even if just for a laugh.

Christine crisply said, "I think I know who Heather is, thank you very much. .... I do have to admit that something strange is going on. But Michelle, why are you so convinced that it involves more than one girl? Maybe he and Amy have started some kind of secret relationship. That would be a logical deduction."

Michelle's eyes were sparkling with excitement. She leaned in even more and her voice took on conspiratorial overtones. "A-ha! Furthermore, a brother of a friend told me that the other day he was standing near Alan and a couple of other guys when Kim and Janice bent over right in from of them to pick up their pom-poms and you could see their butts. Alan mumbled to himself, 'Dang, I'm such a lucky bastard.'"

Another girl at the table pointed out, "It could just mean he considered himself lucky to get a free peek of that."

Michelle replied, "But you had to be there, from what I'm told. Apparently he blushed and had this hand-caught-in-the-cookie-jar expression, like a big secret of his had been exposed. Everyone there thought it was really odd."

Her face lit up. "But wait! Here's where it gets REALLY good! I don't want to name names, but earlier today one of Amy's closest friends got all confidential with her and prodded her to come clean about her secret relationship with him. She replied, and I quote, 'Just between you and me, no, sadly I'm not his girlfriend. At least not yet.' She sighed then her face lit up and said, 'But I do like to play with his thingy!' Then they had a conversation in the strictest secrecy about his 'thingy.' She hinted that it's very 'needy' and that she's hardly the only one who plays with it."

Christine looked up and down at all the girls listening intently and snorted, "So much for 'strictest secrecy.'"

Michelle pointed out, "You always say that information wants to be free, right? But anyways, put together Amy and others having fun with his 'thingy' and the cheerleaders not counting Katherine suddenly acting strange when asked about him, and what do you get?"

Christine shot her down. "AlI I get is one girl with an overactive imagination who's jumping to conclusions. Get real! I could believe that Alan might be playing around a bit with Amy. After all, they've been friends and next door neighbors for a long time. But he's such an upstanding guy. I can't imagine him playing around with more than one girl at a time. Frankly, I find it a bit hard to see him with a girlfriend at all. And you all know how stuck up the cheerleaders are. I could see them being cordial since he's Katherine's brother, but that's it."

"But Kim totally blushed when asked about him," Michele pointed out.

"Kim's a lesbian, for crying out loud!" Christine complained. "Everyone knows that. Why would someone like that, and on the cheerleading squad to boot, get involved with a relative nobody?"

Michelle dropped what she considered to be her bombshell. "What if his quote 'thingy' unquote was absolutely freakin' HUGE?! Even a lesbian might get a little bit curious."

Christine was incredulous. "Okay, Now you've completely gone off the deep end. Give me a break!"

"Hey, all I know is that Amy's not so trustworthy friend said that Amy made some big hints in that direction. And it all makes sense. When have you ever heard of Heather being honest-to-God friendly with a guy unless she wants something from him or, especially, wants to have sex with him? We all know Heather is nothing like the sexually innocent priss that the clueless people in school think that she is. What else could she possibly want from ALAN of all people unless he has a giant rocket in his pocket? Remember, she was seen flirting with him."

Christine sat back. "Huh. I have to admit it is a bit intriguing. Still, it's just speculation piled on speculation. For starters, we can't actually confirm if Heather was flirting with him or not. I'd say it's a lot more likely she just deigned to talk to him just long enough to rip him a new asshole and taunt him with that 'you want it but you're never gonna get it' attitude of hers."

Tina spoke up. "True. But IF Heather was trying to get into Alan's pants, wouldn't that be the news of the year? Queen bitch of the universe plus teacher's pet nerd equals luuuuvvv! Ha ha!"

The whole table burst into laughter and catcalls about that prospect. They all hated Heather, so any gossip that could take her down a notch was very appreciated.

The gossip exchange after that drifted on to different topics. But Christine only pretended interest while she ruminated about the gossip over Alan. She found herself more than a little bit disturbed by it all, especially the probability that something was happening between him and Amy. She'd assumed that if she ever changed her mind about him, he'd still be there, ready and waiting for her. But now she was painfully discovering that this was no longer true.

CHAPTER 2

Alan flew back to Glory's class room minutes later. He knocked on the door and she unlocked it, but then said, "Don't come in just yet." A few moments later, she said, "Okay, you can come in."

He opened the door, slipped inside, and carefully locked it behind him. He found his favorite teacher sitting on her desk, naked except for stockings, garter belt, and fancy underwear. She always liked to wear fancy, frilly things to her classes. She pretended to be shocked to see him and ineffectively covered her tits with an arm.

"What are you doing here? Don't look at your teacher that way! I was just changing. I hope you're not planning on taking advantage of me!"

He could tell she was eager to begin some more role-playing. They had gotten into the acting out of fantasies lately.

He smiled, and then pretended to be shocked too. "Ms. Rhymer? Oh my God! You're naked! I can't believe my favorite teacher is a slut! I'm shocked!"

"I'm not a slut. I was just changing! Really! I wasn't masturbating while thinking about you. Oops! I shouldn't have said that. Okay, so maybe I'm not totally innocent, but you won't say anything will you? You won't tell your friends about this, will you? You're my teacher's pet, right? You'll be good, won't you?"

"I was your teacher's pet. Now it's more of the case that you'll be my student's pet. I might be quiet, in return for, shall we say ... certain favors." He walked toward her in a menacing manner.

"Oh no! What do you mean? Do you want a good grade? I'll give you an A! I promise."

"I'm already getting an A. No, I want something else. I want you!"

"Alan! No!" she shrieked. He planted his lips on hers and the two of them kissed madly, turned on by the pretended drama.

Before long, Alan found his teacher's mouth around his penis. He grabbed her head and moved it forward and back on his tool, though she didn't really need the help.

She continued with the act. "If I suck you like this..." She slurped and licked and breathed raggedly. "Will you, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Freed from talking, she took him in deeper.

"I don't know. It depends. It all depends how good you can blow me."

Glory was giving a truly incredible blowjob. She really acted as if her life depended upon it, and between her enthusiasm and his lack of a morning climax, he gave up a heated, heavy load within minutes.

Since there was still considerable time left for lunch, the two of them quickly gulped down their lunches and idly chatted while his penis recovered. Then they resumed their role-playing.

Alan clapped his hands, signaling that they were back in their roles. "Okay, teacher, or should I call you my penis slave? What are you going to do to prevent me from telling everyone what I saw when I came in here?"

"Now just a minute, young man. You're a very nice boy. I'm very proud at what an upstanding, well-behaved gentleman you are. Certainly you're not going to blackmail me? Aren't I more than just a teacher to you? Aren't we good friends?"

Glory's plea was so heartfelt that Alan almost failed to believe she was play acting. Further, he was such a softy that he could hardly continue after such an appeal. However, he forced himself.

"Glory, you know I like you very much. That's why this pains me. But if I don't teach you a lesson, someone much more unscrupulous will. Now crawl over here and stuff this thing in your mouth."

"Crawl? Why, young man -"

"Hey. Do as you're told. This is for your own good. You're a horny little slut, but I'm going to cure you with my cock. So do it. Now."

Glory rolled her eyes. "Alan, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but treat your teacher with at least some respect, okay?"

He realized she was momentarily stepping out of her role to complain. Oops. Guess I went too far on that one. Crawling is pretty demeaning. "Okay, then turn around and present that ass of yours to me. And call me sir."

"Yes, sir!"

She eagerly presented her naked ass in his direction. "How is that, sir?"

"Very good." He pondered his next move. He considered fucking her in the ass, but found the idea disgusting. He thought about putting his face there, but found that distasteful too. Lacking any other ideas, he just rubbed his hands over her cheeks.

The rubbing didn't seem to be worthy of the way she'd dramatically presented her ass to him, so he stuck a finger up her anus and poked it in and out for a couple of minutes.

"Is that all you know what to do with an ass?" Glory asked with amusement.

"Hey. You're ruining my fantasy."

"Oh. Sorry." She indeed was genuinely sorry. Her attempt at gentle teasing went over as poorly as his crawling idea.

"That should be: 'sorry, sir.' You don't know how to properly address me. Get over here and put this in your mouth while you contemplate your mistakes."

"Yes sir!" She scooted over (but didn't exactly crawl) and popped his penis in her mouth.

They continued like that for the remainder of the lunch period. She mostly jacked or sucked him off. Although there were times when her mouth was free and they talked some more about her imaginary blackmail punishment. Alan got a big kick out of that, and it appeared Glory did too.

But there wasn't any deep throating. Alan guessed that maybe she would save that for his reward after the tennis tournament.

Alan, though, was anything but passive. He was learning not to just sit back and revel in a good blowjob. Instead, he actively worked his hands and mouth on whatever part of her body that he could reach. By the end of lunch period, the both of them had worked up quite a sweat, but they loved it. Alan found it extremely difficult to leave Glory and attend his next class, and she found it equally difficult to resume teaching. He was frustrated that he never seemed to have enough time with her. She felt the same.

Still, as fun as the time spent with Glory was, he felt a bit disappointed, especially at the end. As they dressed, Glory said to him, "Seriously, I need to teach you more things to do with an ass. Don't be afraid of it. You have a lot to learn."

Her remark made him feel very much like a kid, especially since he knew she was right.

CHAPTER 3

The tennis competition lasted a long time. So when Alan finally returned home, he fell asleep immediately and napped most of the afternoon away.

Katherine was overdue for a cocksucking, but Suzanne had "traded" positions with her. The older woman thought it was important that she have some time with him, so when Alan woke up, he found Suzanne there.

"Howdy, partner," she drawled in a Texan accent. "Have a good day?" She sat in the buff across the room, looking very happy and energetic.

"Enh. It's been good. But I guess I'm a bit spoiled. Lately I'm used to great." Alan's penis woke up within seconds after just one look at her, but his mind came around more slowly.

"Let me guess. You had a pretty incredible day with your mom yesterday." She crossed the room from where she'd been sitting and pulled his covers down.

"How did you know?"

"It was a Tuesday. She really has something for Tuesdays. Somehow I suspect she did more than just a simple penis abnormality check." Grasping his penis now, she started stimulating it. Her complete nakedness no longer even merited comment - that's just how things were now around Alan.

He smiled in fond remembrance. "Yes. She sure did." He looked down at her and noticed that she was wearing high heels. That excited him even more.

Suzanne smiled and said, "Playing with Mommy is a lot of fun, I'm sure, but you're not going to forget your old Aunt Suzy, are you?" She double fisted Alan's penis in a fast pumping motion as a helpful reminder of how much fun she could be. The tone of her voice was light, but she was actually quite concerned that Susan was hogging too much of his attention.

"Of course not, Suzanne. First off, you're not old. Second, you're so important to me. I can't even begin to tell you."

"That's nice, and you know how much I love you. But just to remind you what your aunt can do, I'll show you what a titfuck is like." She pulled him up so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Suzanne, you know I know all about titfucking already. I did it with you already, even. Remember?"

"Sure, but that was Tit Fucking 101. Now you're ready for the advanced course." She pulled out a jar of cream she had brought in anticipation of what they were about to do. "The first thing we have to do is lather these babies up so they're as slippery as a water slide. You want to do the honors?"

"I'd be most delighted. But I still don't see what the difference is." She was silent about what she'd do this time, but confident and knowing, which really piqued his curiosity. He felt like he could spend hours lathering up and playing with her tits, but he hurried it up so he could see what she had in store for him.

Finally everything was ready. Suzanne put his penis in place between her globes and said, "Okay, now you know how I said before that I couldn't lick and titfuck you at the same time, since my boobs are so big?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's not entirely true. I can do it, but it's not easy. I'll do it for someone special like you. I'm lucky to have a very dexterous tongue. My tongue can reach out a full inch farther than your mother's can - we've actually tested it recently. I can just barely reach your tip, and she can't."

Suzanne proceeded to demonstrate her combined titfucking and licking skills. With the giant slippery tit-tunnel she'd created, and the flicking of her tongue at the end of each penis stroke, he felt as if the pleasure was more than he could bear.

At first she pressed her tits together with her hands, but Alan soon got the hang of what she wanted and took over that task. With her hands free, she somehow managed to fondle his balls and rub the sensitive underside of his penis at the end of each deep stroke through her cleavage.

Alan was impressed. He'd never had such an intense, multiple stimulation except for Glory's extraordinary deep throats.

He thought, Suzanne is so incredible. Everything she does - the way she sways her hips as she walks, causing her buttocks to undulate... Man, I could just watch her walk all day! The way she talks with her sultry, whispery voice, the way she smells with her subtle and tasteful perfumes, the way she dresses when in fact she's even wearing clothes, her chestnut brown hair, her green eyes, her ivory skin - God damn! It's all so sexual. She's so kind and cultured. Intelligent, too. And she loves me. That's the best part of all!

He continued to think as he got high off her titfuck. Her body! Her sexual prowess! This feels soooo fucking good! Fuck, man. I need more of Suzanne in my life. I need more of this. Yes!

She sensed just when he was ready to blow from the tightening of his balls, and switched to sucking him off with a sort of simultaneous tit massage while keeping the lower portion of his penis between the folds of her tit flesh. He gave up an endless geyser of cum. As her mouth overflowed with his seed and it dribbled down her chin. She seductively slipped her fingers all over her slicked up and dripping lips for several minutes, and she nearly fucked her mouth with her fingers in a vain attempt to prolong the experience.

When it was all over, he said, "Wow, Suzanne. When can we do that again?" She had been completely successful in placing herself at the forefront of Alan's thoughts. She smiled and strode out of his room as naked as when she came in.

Suzanne was relieved. As she sat in the front entrance, putting on some clothes from her drawer in the underwear cabinet, she thought, Take that, Susan! Old Aunt Suzy still has a trick or two up her sleeve.

The fact is, I haven't even begun to show this boy pleasure. Thanks to my gymnastics training, I can do things with my body that they don't even have in the Kama Sutra. Heh-heh. I'm gonna kill this guy with pleasure! Meanwhile, Susan is still figuring out there's more to life than the missionary position. I'm going to make him more dependent on my body than even his mother's and his sister's. My Sweetie and I - we're gonna run this family.

By dinner time, Alan had only cum three times. He seriously doubted he would reach his daily target. But he was okay with the number, since he'd done it eight times the day before.

Dinner however was a pleasant surprise. Suzanne stayed over to eat, which wasn't particularly unusual lately, but Brenda attended dinner too, and that had never happened before. Alan hadn't realized the card game with Brenda last Wednesday was becoming a regular, weekly social event. Now that Ron was gone, Brenda was having dinner too so everyone could get to know her better.

The dinner was quite the sight for sore eyes. Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Brenda were all dressed to please, and they all looked great. There was a certain unstated competition between the well-endowed ladies, a challenge to be the sexiest and prettiest. Alan was the happy beneficiary.

He was a bit surprised that Amy wasn't there as well, but he took that as a good omen. He figured, Suzanne must be behind Amy's absence. She protects Amy from sexual situations. So that means she must think that something sexual will happen tonight. Something with Brenda. No doubt she'll help push things along.

He was right. Suzanne steered the conversation to sex and generally kept it there. She spent much of the dinner discussing the numerous adulterous affairs she'd had over the years, often going into quite graphic detail.

There were a lot of amusing stories about her schemes and close calls at getting or almost being caught. She always used her wiles and charm to get away, once even convincing a wife that nothing had happened despite being caught naked in her husband's bed by claiming that she was passing by and had a medical emergency and was being tended to in bed until the ambulance came. She was naked due to a high fever. It was wildly implausible, but Suzanne could almost be hypnotically convincing if she really put her mind to it.

She made a point to emphasize how each lover failed to measure up to Alan, even when this wasn't true. For instance, she'd had more skilled lovers, and more endowed lovers, but she purposely hyped him up for Brenda. Sensing that Brenda was a natural submissive, she kept emphasizing how dominant and controlling Alan was, even though, more often than not, he was just going along for the ride.

Her words not only pushed all of Brenda's buttons, but aroused everyone else. The entire room smelled of aroused pussy before dinner even ended. In particular, Brenda's quite pungent and wet pussy smell became known to everyone, to her growing embarrassment.

After dinner, Susan brought out the cake she and Alan had made the night before.

Alan mentioned cryptically, "If you all only knew how this cake came to be made, you wouldn't believe it."

Susan turned a flushed cherry red.

The others tried to goad him into telling more, their curiosity driven by Susan's strong reaction, but he wouldn't talk. He hadn't meant to even say that much, but it had slipped out.

As the dessert ended, everyone remained at the table and started playing cards. But there was much less card playing and much more giggling and gossiping, influenced by the drinking of wine. Most of the talk was about sex, the travails of having big boobs, and Alan, or some combination.

As the atmosphere grew more comfortable, Susan, Katherine, and Suzanne told Brenda of various erotic encounters they'd had with Alan, causing the females to grow even hornier with each passing moment.

But each one made certain to only pick relatively tame stories that didn't reflect too "negative" of an image upon themselves. They all thought it prudent to maintain the illusion that they didn't really enjoy helping Alan out sexually, but were forced to do it because of his medical treatment. For instance, Suzanne told the story of how she first jacked Alan off by pretending to show him Internet porn. Such stories reinforced the notion that Alan was controlling and "forcing" the others to pleasure him, which secretly drove Brenda wild.

Actually, Brenda's feelings were hardly a secret to anyone, given the way she kept staring at Alan and his crotch like she was liable to up and ravage him at any moment.

The woman all talked as if Alan wasn't there, which somehow made the whole discussion that much more arousing, because he was there and they were all subtly enjoying his wordless reactions.

Before long, it became apparent from the stories that the women were actually enthused with assisting Alan. Realizing it was useless to pretend otherwise, soon Susan was described things like how she had awoken Alan the morning before with her mouth around his penis.

Katherine told about the day when she first exposed herself to Alan and masturbated in front of his eyes by the swimming pool. That was news to Susan and Suzanne, and many details told in various stories were new to more than just Brenda.

However, the females still censored themselves, failing to mention any lesbian moments (like Katherine being with Kim) or their strong desire to be fucked by Alan (or in Katherine's case, actually being fucked by him already).

Now that the women were being more honest, they started talking more to Alan, instead of just talking about him. For instance, Katherine asked Alan what he was thinking when he watched her by the pool, and he told her how incredibly aroused her display had made him.

It was all everyone could do not to begin masturbating. However, they held back because of Brenda. Ironically, Brenda wanted to masturbate right then and there more than the others, but she also held back to maintain some kind of dignity. But while there was no open masturbation, many hands were drifting to private places beneath the table and staying there.

Now that things were loosening up, Suzanne brought up Alan's cryptic comment about how the cake was made.

Somehow Susan found herself telling the story about what they did with the frosting the night before, even though she'd planned not to tell anyone about it. Actually, Alan ended up telling most of the frosting story because Susan became too embarrassed. The story seemed to make everyone even more aroused.

No one, not even Suzanne, had gotten into sexual play with food before, and everyone was keen on trying it out immediately. But propriety stopped them from doing anything more than making jokes.

Alan wondered in frustration what might have transpired had they all had a big bowl of frosting to play with right then. (In truth, it wouldn't even have taken a bowl of frosting for an orgy to break out - Alan just need to take charge. But he did not.)

The frosting story and the other stories affected Brenda terribly. She'd thought a lot during the week about her upcoming card game, and in particular about the revelations regarding Alan and what the women were doing with him. She found herself disturbed by it all, especially by the knowledge that Susan gave her son blowjobs, but she was also remarkably aroused and thoughts of Susan and Alan aroused her most of all. She also found herself attracted to Alan so strongly that it disturbed her.

Many of her feelings were a projection of her new forbidden feelings for her own son, feelings that didn't even exist consciously in her mind until the discussions that had occurred at the Plummer house the week before.

Yet she found herself flummoxed by her attraction to Susan's son. Here I am, a buxom and gorgeous woman who's just won millions of dollars in a divorce settlement, and of all the people in the world I'm attracted to, it's an eighteen year old, an ordinary teenager? Perhaps it's just a momentary amusement until my son graduates from high school and I can get out of this boring town and join up with the elite of the elite. That must be it. Something harmless to occupy my mind until the divorce papers come through.

Despite her mental protests, the others saw her grow increasingly affected. Her breathing was ragged, and her cheeks were flushed, just from hearing the stories. After hearing what Susan and Alan did with the chocolate frosting, she was the epitome of "hot and bothered." Her chest rocked up and down like a swinging see saw.

Suzanne deemed the time was ripe to push their new friend a little further, and turned the discussion to one of their favorite topics: the trials and tribulations of having big boobs. Soon, she asked, "By the way, Brenda, just how big are your boobs, anyway? Do you think we could measure them?"

That suggestion came too abruptly for Brenda; her tits were a very sensitive subject. She got quite livid. "Nobody here is measuring or touching my breasts in any way. Is that clear? I've heard of being casual, but this is too much! I'm beginning to think that maybe you all are trying to take advantage of me, after all. I don't know what your angle is exactly, but whatever it is, I'm not playing!"

Suzanne thought, Shit. I should have been a little more subtle. But just look at her. Long white gloves, black stockings halfway up her thigh, a micro miniskirt, those piercing dark blue eyes, and most of all, that braless white top that exposes her cleavage and exaggerates the jiggle in her shaking boobs. She's just too sexy. It's seriously fogging my brain! I'm always trying to get other people to fall prey to lust, but now my efforts are boomeranging back on me.

Katherine then unexpectedly spoke up. "Brenda, we don't have an 'angle.' It's just that we're a highly sexed household lately, as you can tell. This is all very new to us - we don't even know what we're doing most of the time. Isn't it fun to talk about sexy stuff? It's fun to talk to someone from the outside. There's really nothing more to it than that. If you want us to stop, then we'll stop talking about these things."

She waited for a reaction from Brenda but there wasn't one, so she continued, "But I think you've been enjoying these conversations as much as the rest of us. Wasn't Susan's story about the chocolate frosting a blast? Or Suzanne's story about showing my big brother some porn and then giving him his first blowjob? Or my-"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Brenda replied testily. "Fine. You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know why, but I have a very short temper. I'm under a lot of stress lately, and get particularly annoyed when anyone tries to touch my body, especially my boobs."

Suzanne said, "Then forget it. My apologies. I just thought it would be interesting to see with our own eyes just how big they were, but it's a minor matter. Let's get back to the card game. Who's dealing?"

Brenda spoke in a contrite voice. "Before we do that, if you'll excuse me, I have to use the bathroom. I'll just be a minute." She went to the bathroom, but was much longer than a minute. In fact, she frigged herself madly while there until she came. That was over quickly, but the harder part was cleaning herself and the bathroom. Since her panties were totally soaked, she had to wash them and dry them at least somewhat with a towel.

The fact was, she was sorely tempted to bare her tits for Alan, and her eagerness to do so frightened her and caused an overreaction in the other direction. Having the climax allowed her to control her lusts, at least for a while.

CHAPTER 4

The card playing resumed, along with the talking and drinking. As the time went by, Brenda found her willpower weakening again.

What really did her in was when Alan said, "If you'll excuse me, I've been hard so long this evening looking at all you lovely ladies that my member is really straining my shorts. Brenda, would you mind if I take it out and give it some air? It's so cramped in there."

He'd wanted to do that from much earlier in the evening, but had restrained himself because of Brenda. However, he couldn't hold out any longer. His penis was in serious pain from being hard and unrelieved for several hours.

Before Brenda could answer, Katherine shouted, "Woo-hoo! Whip it out, BIG Brother! Brenda, today is your lucky day!"

Susan said in what sounded like a reasonable voice, "Angel, really. We shouldn't force Brenda to see it, that would be terribly improper. Perhaps if I hold it with both hands..."

Then Suzanne said gently in a whispery rasp, "Sweetie, wouldn't it be better if somebody blew you? With Susan getting all of it yesterday, and me having a turn earlier, I think it's your sister's turn next."

Alan answered, "Thanks for pointing that out. Yes, Sis, you're next. But I think I overdid it yesterday. I'd like to just let it hang out a little. Would that be okay, Brenda?"

Everyone looked at Brenda, and she coughed nervously. "Um, it's not my house. I'm just a guest. So, whatever you want to do, I'll try to respect your rules and traditions." In reality, she really wanted to see this much-praised penis, but was attempting to hide her enthusiasm.

Alan for his part just wanted to see Brenda's tits exposed, and had been planning his own schemes ever since Suzanne suggested the measuring idea. So without further ado, he unzipped his shorts and bounced his rigid penis onto his thigh.

Brenda gasped. Jesus! That IS a nice one! So big!

The other three women merely licked their lips, as they were very accustomed to the arousing sight of Alan's penis. They looked at Brenda with "Didn't we tell you so?" smug faces.

Since Alan was sitting next to Brenda, she leaned over and placed her face within two feet of his crotch to get a really good look.

She found herself saying, "It IS bigger and thicker than a normal penis. I've never had one like THAT in me before." She then put her hands over her mouth and blushed when she realized what she had said. She shyly added, "If you'll excuse me. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Brenda walked to the bathroom in a slow and dignified manner, but as soon as she entered inside, she nearly ripped her panties off, and eagerly frigged herself. The others could hear quite a few muffled but loud squeals originating from the bathroom. After another abnormally long stay there, she returned and resumed playing cards, trying to act calm. But her attention was on the penis next to her and not on the game. This time, her bathroom masturbation didn't quench her desires but only enflamed them.

So, after another ten minutes or so, when Alan lifted his penis up and idly stroked it, Brenda's eyes nearly popped out of her head. The fact that the other three women were talking among themselves about how delicious his cum tasted didn't help matters for her. Nor did it help when Brenda looked at the other women's faces one by one, and each one deliberately ran their tongues around their mouths, just for fun.

A few minutes later, Katherine said, "Brother, what have we all warned you about? Chafing. No need for you to do that yourself with your sports-scarred hands. Leave it to soft female hands. Like mine." Since she was already sitting next to him, on the opposite side from Brenda, she reached over to his lap and started jacking him off.

It had only been fifteen minutes since Brenda's last bathroom trip, but she declared she had to go again. Her claim was that she had the runs, but by now everyone knew exactly what she was doing. If anyone still wasn't wise to her actions, the screams from the bathroom certainly made them clear. The others all giggled as the intense screams grew louder and louder but then came to a sudden halt. Brenda obviously was not quiet during her orgasms.

Brenda combed her hair and reapplied some light makeup, but she nonetheless reappeared at the card game looking quite disheveled. She'd cum so much that she didn't know what to do with her panties. Since she had neglected to bring a purse where she could have placed them, she was forced to wear the now incredibly drenched panties. She'd given up her futile attempts to wash and then dry them with each bathroom visit. She made wet, squishy sounds every time she moved about in her chair.

The card game proceeded much as before, except for the fact that Brenda's eyes in particular were glued to the sight of Alan's penis being jacked off and not at the game. Every now and then she caught a quick glance at her cards to maintain pretenses, but then she returned her full attention to his throbbing erection and the talented female fingers working their way up and down it.

Even though Katherine had a hand pumping on Alan's penis, in fact she was paying more attention to the card game than Brenda was. It was as if her hand was working on autopilot. She was pondering her cards when Alan muttered, "Oh no."

Before anyone realized what was happening, Alan's penis started shooting its seed. This was the danger of being jacked or sucked off for extended periods, staying right on the edge most of the time. There was always the danger that the edge could be unexpectedly crossed at any moment.

The penis was pointed in no direction in particular, and long ropes of cum flew through the air. Susan happened to be nearby, and leaned out so the ropes could hit her in the face.

Brenda had yet another climax of her own as she watched Alan's cum soak Susan's beautiful face. She'd never seen anything so arousing in her entire life, not even sex acts that she'd been directly involved in. It was the mother-son incest that turned her on the most. She loved the way Susan was so relaxed, positively luxuriating in the cum bath.

Susan in fact was quite delighted by the unexpected cum-drenching, but she was far less pleased with her daughter. When the climax was over, she got positively angry.

"Katherine Anne Plummer, I'm very upset with you. We trust you with his penis, and look what happens!"

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Sorry? You wasted half of a precious load. You could have wasted the whole thing had I not acted quickly." Susan was rubbing the cum into her cheeks as she spoke.

"Mom, it's really my fault," Alan piped up.

Susan fed one of the larger cum gobs into her mouth as she said angrily, "Nonsense. Your job is just to have fun and have lots of nice orgasms. It's up to us women to take care of such things. This is part of the job of the penis tender. Angel, you can't lose focus. You were more interested in the card game than your brother's cock! You have to concentrate intently on pleasing his penis at all times, even while doing other things. I'm going to think twice before giving you control in such a situation."

"But Mom!" Katherine griped. "It was my turn to deal! I had to look at the cards!"

Susan gobbled up more cum. "No buts! I'm in charge of this household. Suzanne, why don't you take over? I'm sure you're not going to slip up like that."

Susan turned to Brenda. "I'm so sorry. This never happens." She was apologizing for the loss of cum, as if the handjob was a perfectly normal occurrence except for the sudden eruption.

Brenda just stared with a gaping mouth at the cum slowly dripping down Susan's face. Alan had shot a big load so there was still plenty of cum on Susan's face even after all of Susan's nibbling. Brenda was so aroused by that that she had trouble not hyperventilating.

Susan still seemed cross about the whole event, but within minutes Suzanne's pumping hands had Alan's penis hard again. That calmed Susan down, as she saw that his penis was being well taken care of again. The card game continued.

For Brenda though, the sight of Alan's quick revival was too much for her to take. She again excused herself to the bathroom to "powder her nose." It took even longer for her to return than the previous trips.

The others all joked about what Brenda was doing while she was gone, especially since this time, the sound of Brenda cumming in the bathroom could practically be heard blocks away.

With their guest gone for many minutes, Susan lectured Katherine more extensively on the responsibilities of tending to Alan's penis.

Meanwhile, Suzanne thought that sucking on Alan's penis might be too much action too soon for Brenda to see, so she had a lengthy cocksucking session every minute Brenda was in the bathroom. After about ten minutes, Brenda came back. Suzanne had intended to switch back to slowly jacking him off when she heard the bathroom door open, but failed to notice until Brenda was already standing there with a shocked and lusty expression on her face.

It was clear that she knew everyone else knew exactly what she had been doing. There was no way not to know, if only from the piercing screams. But everyone maintained polite fictions (Katherine did make the cheeky comment, "Wow, I've never seen such a well-powdered nose," but Suzanne elbowed here in the ribs).

Brenda didn't seem to mind the knowing looks. She was seriously blissed out. She was fairly drunk from the wine they'd been steadily drinking, but she was even drunker with an erotic high. Ironically, she was also somewhat pissed off because she was used to being the center of attention when it came to sex, but it was clear that Alan would have been just as aroused if she wasn't even there.

Suzanne still was on a crusade to see Brenda's boobs exposed, and so was Alan, though the two were operating independently of each other. Suzanne deemed it time to bring up the tit measuring idea again. She asked, "By the way Brenda, you know when it was mentioned before that we should measure your breasts, I forgot to just ask what your size was. What bra do you wear, anyway?"

Brenda smiled proudly. "I'm a double-F."

"Double-F?!" Suzanne said incredulously. "But you're so short! You're like six inches shorter than me, and you're saying you're that big?"

"Yep," Brenda said with eyes closed and just a touch of smugness.

Alan asked, "What's a double-F exactly? I know the scale up to about an E, and then I get lost."

Suzanne replied, "It goes D, then double-D, then E, then F, and then double-F. Then G. I don't know why some letters get double, and others don't, but there it is." Her hand pumping on Alan's shaft was becoming tired, so she switched hands.

Alan mentioned, "I know double-D. That's how big Dolly Parton and Pamela Anderson are. What's everyone else?"

Suzanne hefted up her tits with one hand while making long strokes on his slicked up shaft with the other. Somewhat surprisingly, she and everyone else still wore all their clothes. "I'm an E, Sweetie. So is your mother. We're exactly the same. Amy is a D, but she might have to move up to a double-D soon. We're late bloomers in our family. Katherine, I assume you're a D as well?"

"Yeah," Katherine said sullenly. She felt very inadequate in the chest department and wanted to change the topic. The earlier lecture by Susan also soured her mood.

Alan said to her consolingly, "Hey, D is great. That's equal to or better than just about every famous movie actress." But he couldn't help turn to Brenda and say, "But double-F? That's just crazy. There's no way. You're telling me you're three sizes larger than Dolly Parton? She's already impossibly stacked."

"Yeah," Brenda pointed out, "but she's like five feet tall, if even that, so they seem a couple sizes bigger. The height is important. Your mother and Suzanne look more like double-D's except they're so tall that they're actually even bigger than that."

"But double-F? Come on! You're not that tall either."

Brenda loved being the center of everyone's sexual attention, finally. "Hey, honey. If you don't believe it, measure them yourself."

"Believe me, I'd like to. But you said earlier that you hate being touched. You practically walked out on us."

"I changed my mind." Brenda was panting heavily again, as her eyes stayed glued to Alan's erection, especially the sight of Suzanne's hand slipping and sliding up and down on the copious pre-cum. Suzanne had her face near his stiffness, and she was licking an imaginary penis in the open air. Clearly Suzanne was just managing to hold off from shoving the penis deep in her mouth. Brenda was fascinated by the obvious enthusiasm displayed by the normally jaded Suzanne.

Brenda continued, "Uh, I mean, I don't want you to think I'm a liar. So if you feel that strongly about it, then go ahead." She added, breathlessly, "Do whatever you have to do to me."

Everyone happily agreed that Brenda should be measured. Susan ran off to get the tape measure. Meanwhile the whole group moved into the living room.

Brenda sat up on a coffee table. She asked huskily, "Where would you like me, Alan? Would you like me like this?"

She spread her legs wide. That made Alan wonder, What's she sitting like that for? It's not like I'm measuring her pussy. Dang!

Her miniskirt naturally rode up to her waist to accommodate her spread legs. That put her white panties on prominent display. She was so drunk (though more on lust than alcohol) that she didn't seem to know or care what she was showing. She presumably wouldn't have wanted anyone to see just how soaked her panties were. She was leaking so copiously that she created a small puddle on the table after sitting there just a couple of minutes.

The smell of pussy filled the air. Everyone was very wet between the legs now, especially Suzanne who had managed to secretly cum several times by touching her clit. But the pungent smell of Brenda's sex overwhelmed all others.

Alan also wondered about her wording. She said, "Where would you like me?" Is this some not so subtle signal? She's spreading her legs for me, and she seems to only want me to measure her, not anyone else. I wish I was braver.

Mom said I should just be a real man and take control of a woman. On the other hand, Brenda's the moody type. If we go too far, she may never want to talk to us again, and there's no way I want that. I have to keep seeing this improbably proportioned woman. And with such a cute face! It's almost like a baby face at times. No way am I going to mess this up. Just imagine if I could fuck THIS piece of ass. Wow. I'm going to take it real easy, and let her take the lead so she can't complain.

Alan was so busy thinking that he didn't get around to answering her question. But it didn't really matter. Brenda appeared lost in her own blissful world.

Suzanne took advantage of the pause in the conversation and action to lick Alan's penis head for a minute or two.

Susan returned with the tape measure and handed it to Alan. He coughed, and then said, "Uh, Brenda, before we start, it would be better if you take your top off. 'Cos, you know, the fabric is pretty thick and it might mess up the results."

"Better?" she asked dumbly, as she tried to focus on his words. "Ah, yes. Better without the top. I agree. Here goes!"

She removed her top, but it took some time since she was drunk and the top was tight. She struggled with pulling it over her head, but that just gave Alan a great chance to see her bare chest shake for the first time.

Then she took off her long gloves, though there was no measurement need for that. She put her hands on her miniskirt, and seemed to have a mind to take that off, too. But then her hands stopped moving and just lingered there, holding the hem of her skirt.

She finally looked up and laughed.

Alan and the others all stared at her naked chest in pure amazement. She was accustomed to such stares, even though very few were lucky enough to actually see her topless. Suzanne's wanton excitement could be seen by the way she was now frantically pumping on Alan's rod.

Brenda had forgotten about Alan's exposed penis when she started undressing. But with Suzanne's hands enthusiastically slapping and squishing along his slickness, Brenda's eyes drifted downward, causing her to gasp again.

Alan could hear Brenda mutter, "Snake ... the big snake..."

Alan's eyes followed Brenda's down into his own lap. He also was a bit surprised to notice that he was being jacked off. He was somewhat drunk, like everyone else, and over the course of the evening his penis had been either held, lightly fondled, jacked off, or sucked off. He often lost track exactly what was happening to his penis at any given moment. The only thing he knew for sure was that he felt good all the time all evening long.

CHAPTER 5

Brenda stared at Alan's crotch, and everyone else stared at her chest. Alan pretended as if his penis wasn't sticking straight out from his body. He was the first to break the spell when he said, "Brenda? Um, I guess it's time to do the measuring. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Alan. I'm ready for you. Do it to me." She cupped her boobs enticingly.

Alan noticed her body shudder. He looked back down at her crotch which was still spread wide open, and revealed more juices squirting out of her hole. Her thoroughly soaked panties were nearly invisible and hid nothing.

He brought the tape measure up to her chest and put it around her back, but aside from that he didn't know what to do. He felt intimidated to actually touch her gargantuan tits, so he just held both ends of the tape measure away from them. He fidgeted and then asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Suzanne rushed to his rescue. She was glad for an opening where she too could grope Brenda's tits. "Here." She put her hands over his and guided his hands down. "You measure her below the boobs and then right across the nipples."

She brushed her fingers across Brenda's nipples as if she had to do that for Alan to understand.

Brenda shuddered.

"The bra size is based on the number of inches difference from here to here, less five inches. A B cup is two, which is seven inches less five, a C cup is three, i.e., eight inches less five, et cetera. Measure from here to here like this." Suzanne lightly brushed Brenda's remarkably extended nipples a couple more times, just because she could.

Suzanne's hands then guided Alan's hand to where he needed to take the first measurement, and then she let go and reattached herself to his penis. She remained pressed into Alan's side, with one hand on Brenda's shoulder (Brenda was so drunk she was in danger of falling, even though the drunk was mostly because of sheer lust). Herother hand was stroking Alan's rod.

Brenda, who had her eyes glued to Alan's crotch anyway, again noticed Suzanne's performance on his erection. But she asked, as if she hadn't seen anything up until now, "Wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing, Suzanne?"

Suzanne explained in her sultry and rough voice, "Your tits seem to have made him even more excited than before, so he needs extra help. His medical needs, you know. After all, it is my turn. If you mind, just let me know and I'll stop."

"No!" cried Brenda and Alan at once.

Alan meanwhile did the first measurement and then placed the tape measure directly over her chest. But he still hesitated and avoided touching her.

"Just touch them already!" Brenda herself complained. "I want you to. I don't bite."

"I thought you got annoyed when-"

"Go ahead," she interrupted. "This is different. I don't mind when it's you."

"Okay." He placed both hands on her tits, and cupped them.

Brenda let out a loud moan and shivered all over.

"Wow! They feel real." He was starting to get to know different kinds of breasts. Out of all the breasts he's fondled, the only ones he knew were fake were Heather's. Brenda's felt better and softer than Heather's.

"Of course they're real," Brenda replied with pride.

Alan still held the tape measure in his hands, and tried to figure out what to do with it, even as he surreptitiously groped. He looked around for Katherine or Susan to see if they might help. He discovered both of them were staring intently from where they sat at the dining room table. While the table hid their crotches, the frantic arm movements left no doubt that they were both frantically masturbating themselves.

He asked, "Suzanne, where am I supposed to put it exactly? You said right across the nipples, but hers are so extended. That's going to make a big difference in the measurement, just from the nipples. Should I go just above them?"

Suzanne moved in with her non-stroking hand. She grabbed Brenda's left tit, and then tweaked a nipple. "Hmm. I see what you mean. They are big. Those are some nipples, that's for sure. But just go right over them and pull the tape measure tight." She reluctantly let go after more tweaking and pulling of both nipples, and focused more of her concentration on jacking off Alan.

Brenda moaned loudly.

So Alan finally measured Brenda's tits. When he pulled the tape measure tight, pushing her nipples back into her soft mountains, Brenda moaned some more and trembled from yet another orgasm. It took him a couple more minutes of fumbling and groping before he finally pronounced the job done.

"Okay, she's 31 inches below the breasts and about 44-45 inches above. It's hard to tell there even with her nipples compressed by the tape because they're so long, stiff, and hot."

Brenda shivered, groaned, "So long, so stiff, and sooo hoottt ..." She stared at Alan's crotch hungrily, making it obvious that what she thought was long, stiff, and hot was something quite different than what Alan was thinking about.

She reached up to grab Alan's fingers and forced them to pinch her nipples. Hard. Then she screamed and, as she started to collapse, something seemed to squirt down onto the floor from her pussy.

Alan had to hold her up by the breasts, but the angle was awkward given Suzanne's hold on his pre-cum soaked erection. His knees started to buckle.

Suzanne realized the problem and let go, which allowed Alan to straighten up and turn to hold Brenda squarely, but his erection then slipped between her trembling legs and he started to lose it. Alan pivoted to brace the quivering Brenda's legs along a slightly cocked thigh with one arm around her waist.

With the situation more or less under control again, he closed his eyes and paused just to get his breathing and libido under control. It was all he could do not to cum, but then Suzanne regained a firm hold on his stiffness and resumed stroking. The extremely urgent sensation in his penis could not be denied for long. He thought it would be impolite to cum on Brenda, but that's what was going to happen unless something changed soon. He desperately needed to relieve the pressure.

He shuddered and said, "Can everyone close their eyes?" He looked back towards Katherine and Susan, sitting near him. They looked hot and bothered too, and their hands were still obviously down by their pussies. "Please?" he said more urgently. "I'm about to shoot any second. Aunt Suzy, can you help me avoid a mess?"

"Sure thing, Sweetie." She dropped to her knees and put his penis in her mouth.

The touch of her wet mouth on the tip of his penis pushed Alan over the edge before she could even give him a thorough sucking. He closed his eyes and held on with all his might, clenching his PC muscle. But he knew he couldn't last long, and shouted, "I'm losing it!"

Suzanne knew he was past the point of return, so she sucked him even more enthusiastically instead of letting up.

Brenda eyes focused and she started, then stared in wonder at what Suzanne was doing practically in her own lap.

Neither Katherine nor Susan kept their eyes closed for long. All three watched as Suzanne's mouth rode Alan's penis like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

Alan staggered about and straightened the leg he held Brenda against.

She too straightened out, stood upright, and pulled off his leg while pivoting to get a better look at Suzanne's head in his crotch.

Alan instinctively leaned out and held onto Brenda's shoulders for support as seconds passed by and he still managed to hold off the impeding cum explosion.

Brenda, however, was still wobbly. She fell forward and enveloped his chest with her massive, soft tits, triggering Alan's explosive release.

Alan found himself hugging her topless body as he continued to cum. Had he been more coherent, he would have taken more advantage of groping her bounteous chest, but as it was he just clung to her for support.

Suzanne intended to swallow his load in the usual way, but at the very last second she had a devilish thought. Just to inflame Brenda's desire ever further, she took the penis out of her mouth and lay back on the couch she'd been sitting on. Holding it a foot or two from her face, she let Alan spurt all onto her face.

It was like the Niagara Falls. The cum just kept coming. Most of it hit Suzanne square in the mouth, and soon found its way down her throat.

Brenda could hardly believe her eyes as she saw rope after rope fly out of the tip of Alan's penis. There were about ten ropes in all, more than she'd ever seen in a single orgasm. She was so shook up by the sight they she found herself shouting, "Do it! Shoot it! More!"

It wasn't only Brenda who was staggered by the sight. There wasn't a dry seat in the room.

When Suzanne sensed that he was done, she sat up, and zipped Alan back up.

He reluctantly pushed Brenda away and propped her back up, one hand cupping a tit, one hand on her shoulder.

Then Suzanne blithely said, "Thanks, Brenda. Shall we go back to cards?" This idea of restarting the card game was quite bold, considering everything that had just happened, but that's was Suzanne's intention.

Brenda looked at Suzanne incredulously. "Um, excuse me, but your face is still all... well, wet."

Susan proudly explained, "That's how Alan marks us. When you see Suzanne covered in cum like that, is there any doubt who she belongs to?"

Suzanne looked a little sheepish after that explanation, but made no attempt to deny it or any attempt to clean her face.

Had this happened several hours earlier, Brenda would have been appalled. But now she was crestfallen because her face wasn't "marked" with Alan's wet semen.

Everyone started to wander back to the dining room where the cards still lay on the table.

Brenda was so out of it that Susan had to help lift her up. As she did, she whispered in Brenda's ear so that no one else could hear. "When Alan marks your face like that - and he will, you know it already in your heart - you'll belong to him and only him. You'll be one of his sluts, just like the rest of us. You'll never think of another man again."

That only further fried Brenda's overwhelmed brain. She was so out of it that she left her top back in the living room. Even though her tits now bounced up and down like a yo-yo with every step she took, she seemed completely unaware that she was still half-naked. Not only that, but she was so wet that she literally made squishing sounds as she walked.

Alan half-seriously wondered to himself if Brenda would even be able to remember her name at this point. She looked like she was stoned or a zombie.

They all sat back at the dining room table, and Suzanne dealt the cards. Alan was fairly amazed they would continue playing, especially given Brenda's condition.

He thought aloud, "Yep, I believe it now. Brenda really is a double-F cup. Thirty-one inches below the breasts, plus five, is 36, which is eight to nine inches less than her 44 to 45 chest. Even with her unreal nipples that's a double F."

Brenda interrupted, panting, "I'm 44-29-39!"

Suzanne teased, "Uh-oh. Seems like we haven't quite sorted it out. Is it eight or nine inches? Sweetie, you just might have to measure her again."

Brenda cried out, "Oh God! Sweet Jesus! Please!" Her whole body shivered.

Alan couldn't tell if she meant "please do" or "please don't, I can't take any more." He also couldn't tell, or couldn't quite believe, if she'd just had another orgasm. But he knew that he could hardly deal with any more excitement at the moment, so he just said, "Either way, it's totally unreal. And they're so soft. They're seriously like pillows or marshmallows or something. How on Earth do they stay up so high? Brenda, you could, like, thwack yourself in the face with those."

Brenda giggled, which caused her chest to jiggle and heave. "Yep! That's happened. I got a black eye running to answer the phone naked once." She laughed some more.

Katherine had been fairly quiet for a while now. She was aroused by it all, but also increasingly sullen from boob envy. Furthermore, she was worried that Brenda would be angry. So she asked, "Brenda, you're not going to be angry with us tomorrow, are you?"

Brenda giggled some more. "I don't know what I'll remember tomorrow. I hope I remember something, because this is too much fun. No, Alan is quite a gentleman. It's cute how he's so shy to touch me. ... Speaking of touching, Alan, don't you need to, like, air out your shorts or something? You know, whip out your big cock? I mean, urm, take your penis out? And if, you know, you have to be helped some more, maybe I should be the one to help. If I helped cause the problem in the first place. ... That is, you know... I could even ... with my mouth..."

Alan took his penis out of his shorts again. It was already hard again, primarily due to Brenda's continued nakedness. But in fact he didn't really want another orgasm. His penis still needed a rest after the busy previous day.

Suzanne could sense his reluctance, but also had a better instinctive grasp of Brenda's psychology better than anyone else. She wandered up to Alan and whispered quietly in his ear, "Sweetie, you need to play hard to get with Brenda. Deny her what she wants now and it'll pay off later. Really torture her and tease her and rub in that fact she's not getting any of your sweet cum. Trust me on this."

So Alan decided to take advantage of his post-coital restrained mood and torment Brenda a bit. "Thanks, Brenda, but you're not offering to give me a blowjob, are you? Because I know you would never do something like that."

She looked at him with surprise and stammered without speaking.

He continued, "I know you're not some kind of cum-crazy cock slut, are you? That doesn't seem like you. The reason you're panting right now isn't because you're desperate to have me take my cock and shove it in your mouth, so you can swirl your tongue around it, right?"

She shook her head no, more in a state of shock than anything else, even though in her mind she was screaming "Yes!" She didn't expect this rejection.

He went on, "I thought not. It's a good thing, too, because I already have all the big-titted cum addicts I can handle right here in this room. If you want to lick my Popsicle, you'll have to wait your turn, unfortunately. The thing is, I'd rather have my very own mother or sister suck me off at all hours of day and night. And they do. You should have seen my mother yesterday. She was on her hands and knees worshipping my fuck rod all day long, starting when she woke me with a blowjob. And then there's Suzanne. I need her just as much. No one beats her for technique. She even knows how to deep throat."

Katherine and Susan were very surprised to hear that, and took jealous note.

He went on, "So it's a good thing you don't desire to feel my piping hot penis thrusting in and out of your mouth, because I don't know when I'd be able to work you into my busy schedule."

"Oh, God, no!" Brenda cried out.

Alan wasn't sure what she meant by 'no,' and perhaps, neither did she.

"I have to, I have to, um, use the bathroom again," she panted, but she didn't rise. The rejection hit her like a lightning strike and excited her more than anything else she could remember. She had never been rejected physically, and the rejection doubled her desire for Alan, which was off the charts already.

Her hands were underneath the table, and within seconds Alan saw all the muscles in her body change from tense to relaxed. Then a curious expression appeared on her face. She looked like someone who'd just peed in her pants, which wasn't far from what happened, except that it wasn't pee and she wasn't wearing pants.

Alan peered around the table. Both Susan and Katherine had their hands underneath the table and appeared to be happily sawing away. While Susan had stood up to help Brenda a few minutes before, Katherine hadn't left her seat in a long time and had gotten extremely comfortable. Her entire crotch was exposed and Alan could clearly see her fingers sink in and out her pussy lips.

Suzanne had more control (thanks to her recent climaxes) and kept her hands on the table. She gave Alan a puzzled look, as if saying, "Why are you trying to scare her off?" But that was just an act to cover her earlier advice. Alan caught more subtle signals from her that she was pleased with what he'd said. He could tell that Suzanne was right and that was exactly what Brenda wanted to hear.

Brenda was now slumped down in her chair, completely overcome with emotion. The only reason she wasn't frigging herself further into ecstasy was that she was too overwhelmed from the previous orgasm to move. Her body continued to shudder every couple of seconds, as if Alan's words were like bolts of electricity that kept firing into her long after he'd finished speaking.

Suzanne stood up. Her instincts told her Brenda had been pushed far enough for one evening. She said, "I don't think we're going to play any more cards tonight." The cards that had been dealt when they returned to the dining room table still sat on the table, forgotten. "Brenda, you seem tired. Why don't you take a little nap in the living room? You're in no shape to drive home like this."

"Okay," Brenda said in a small voice. "Thanks, y'all. I had a great time." She closed her eyes.

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne picked Brenda up and physically carried her to the living room. For Suzanne, a fit woman with an Amazon-sized physique, carrying the smaller Brenda was no trouble at all.

Brenda fell asleep the instant Suzanne put her down on a couch.

Katherine went to bed. She hadn't had as much fun as the others. She hoped that Alan was sincere in not needing Brenda's sexual help, but she highly doubted it.

Susan on the other hand was too blissed out on a sexual high to think much. What thoughts she did have were very conflicted. On one hand, she eagerly welcomed Alan's domination of Brenda as further proof of his unstoppable sexual prowess. But on the other hand she was jealous of Brenda and even hated Brenda's oversized breasts. She lingered in the kitchen, mostly waiting for Alan to go upstairs so she could get her goodnight kiss.

Suzanne called out to Alan, "Sweetie, can you come over here?"

Alan walked over to where Brenda lay.

"What is it?"

"I need some help here. We need to take her panties off. I'll lift her hips up and you slip them off."

"Wait a second. Just why are we doing that?"

"Look at her! She's completely soaked. She'll catch a cold. It's like sleeping in a puddle, except in this case it's a puddle of cum. We have to dry her off and cover her up."

So Alan did what he was told. He not only took the panties off, but he washed and dried her crotch with a towel. Needless to say, he had a great view of everything. Her pussy lips were open, and the inner membranes continued to glisten with new juices.

He didn't realize it, but his rough rubbing of Brenda's pussy with the towel caused Brenda to wake up.

However, she kept her eyes closed as she didn't want anyone to know she knew what was going on. She wanted to find out what they would do and say.

"Why am I the one to do this?" Alan asked Suzanne rather belatedly, as he wiped Brenda clean of her copious juices. He noted that the mere act of wiping her vagina seemed to trigger an automatic response in her body to secrete more fluid, thus requiring him to wipe the area again. The process kept repeating, and he made little headway. Dang! The way things are going, I'm going to need a second towel!

He turned to Suzanne and asked, "Isn't it better if you do it?"

"Sweetie, you have to know something about me. My heart is in the right place, but sometimes my ethics waver just a little bit when it comes to sex. If I did the cleaning, I just might decide something along the lines that my tongue would do a better job of it than a towel. Whereas I know you would never take advantage of a sleeping woman."

That excuse was partially true, but Suzanne also simply delighted in putting Alan in sexual situations.

She added, "Please don't think any less of me, Sweetie. I try, but I'm helplessly enslaved to my own passions." Just to delight in her own irony, she further noted, "You wouldn't believe some of the amoral sexual schemes I've done over the years when cheating on my husband."

Alan of course had no idea that her grandest scheme of all was his six times a day diagnosis.

She made numerous comments about Brenda's physique while Alan cleaned her. "Look at her nipples. Even when she's asleep they're longer and harder than any of ours when we're fully aroused. How strange. What kind of clothing could she possibly wear that wouldn't look like her nipples were bursting through the fabric?"

Suzanne grabbed one of knees and moved it so her crotch was opened wide for Alan's inspection.

Brenda struggled to keep her eyes closed; she was dying of curiosity to find out what Alan would do next and hoped he would be bold. But at the same time she was upset at Suzanne for doing exactly what Alan was doing. She had a very strong aversion to any lesbian activity.

Suzanne said, "What a juicy twat. I don't think it's getting any drier. Maybe the rough towel is the problem. I think you should use your fingers."

Brenda struggled mightily not to open her eyes and curse a blue streak in response to the "juicy twat" comment.

"Aunt Suzy! She's sleeping! I can't take advantage of her like that!"

"Then can I?"

Brenda just managed to avoid stiffening in rage, but at the same time her pussy's drooling increased as she waited with bated breath for Alan to finger her. She was torn between anger and needy frustration.

Alan just frowned; he didn't find Suzanne's question very funny.

"I'm just joking, Mr. Boy Scout. But you do have to admit you're tempted. Am I right or what? Just look at that body! And her cunt. It's so wet, but tight. I can just tell. She's gonna be a great fuck when you finally take her. You have to admit it's a great cunt, don't you?"

Brenda was so upset that steam was about to pour out of her ears. In anyone would have bothered to look at her face they would have immediately known she was awake from the way she was tightly squinting and grinding her teeth, but there were so many other enticing body parts that no one was looking anywhere near her face.

Suzanne's comments didn't make his work any easier. After another nudge and "Well?" from her, he finally said, "Okay, I'll admit it's a pretty great cunt."

Suzanne goaded him, "Look how puffy and engorged those lips are. Wouldn't they look good wrapped around your plundering cock?"

"Aunt Suzy! Come on! I'm trying to work here. It's hard enough as it is."

She reached down and briefly fondled his flaccid penis. "Unfortunately, it's not. If it was, I'd back it and suck it until you squirted all over the Brenda mountain range. Just imagine her waking up all covered in sticky goo! Wouldn't that be a hoot?"

Brenda was so mentally torn that she wanted to scream out in frustration. On the one hand, she hated the way Suzanne was ogling her, but on the other hand she really liked the way Suzanne was encouraging Alan to do nasty things to her busty and helpless body. When he admitted that Brenda had a "pretty great cunt" she wanted to leap for joy (never mind that she'd been ready to explode in anger when Suzanne had said the exact same thing). But then when she found out he wasn't even erect she was ready to break down and cry. Again, the only reason no one realized Brenda was awake was because no one bothered to look above her neck.

Alan eventually finished cleaning her up, though he never did get her completely dry.

Brenda relaxed and finally really started to drift off once she realized Alan was done touching her and that Suzanne wouldn't do anything to her either. She liked that Alan had enough scruples not to take advantage of her, but at least in the short term she would have liked it a whole lot more if he'd taken full advantage. She fell asleep thinking of him roughly fucking her tits while images of Suzanne simultaneously stroking her thighs and even fingering her pussy lips drifted at the edges of her imagination. Had she been awake she would have been appalled by the later thought, but as she lost consciousness her mental barriers came down and more of her real desires came out.

They put a blanket over her and let her sleep.

Suzanne returned to the dining room table, and sat down to rest with Susan and Alan. She commented, "Let's hope she doesn't remember too much of that tomorrow. She might be angry in the light of day. She certainly is a case, isn't she?"

Suzanne looked at the chair Brenda had been sitting in. "Holy cow! Would you look at this? There's like a lake of cum here. Literally a lake. That is some woman. Not only that, but she left another puddle back in the living room. It's like she's really a giant water balloon filled with nothing but pussy juice. Jesus."

Suzanne volunteered to stay up until Brenda awoke and then take her home. Her son would worry if she didn't come home at all.

Susan and Alan went upstairs.

CHAPTER 7

The night didn't end for Alan when Brenda left. He lay down and prepared to fall asleep, but he'd forgotten about his mother and her favorite new nightly tradition.

A few minutes later, Susan came in to give him a goodnight kiss. She wore a semi-transparent nightgown, but took it off her chest before she even reached his side. She appeared to need reassurance that Alan didn't like Brenda in any way more than her. She was mostly worried about her "merely" E-sized boobs.

"I'll bet you like Brenda's hooters," she said in a melancholy tone. "But how do they compare with Mommy's?"

"Mom, your boobs are great. They're my favorite."

She smiled in shy delight, and pulled back his covers. Then, without asking, she started jacking him off, even though he was flaccid. "Awww. You're just saying that to be nice."

"No, really Mom. Your tits are so fine. They're ten different kinds of fine. Your whole body is so fantastic."

"Are you sure? I want you to be sure. Mommy will let you play with her titties just a little bit to help you make sure."

So Alan groped a tit with one hand. Strangely, he chose to put his other hand on her face. He fed two fingers into her mouth.

She eagerly sucked at them. She treated them as a proxy penis and wanted to reassure him that she would gladly suck him off if he wanted it. She continued to stroke his penis, which didn't stay flaccid for long. Lingering thoughts of measuring Brenda's bare chest certainly helped him quickly rebound.

After he pulled his fingers away, she asked in a very motherly tone, "So how was your day, Tiger? How did your classes go?"

He tried his best to answer, but between her sucking on his fingers, jacking off his penis, and letting him play with her tits, she made it extremely difficult for him to concentrate.

She continued to ask him the same mundane questions she'd always asked him. "So did you do all your homework?"

"No, to be honest I didn't," he somehow managed to answer despite all the distracting stimulation.

"Oh no. Tiger's been a bad, bad boy. He needs to be punished. Mommy's going to have to drain your balls of all your cum so you can study better for school." She dropped down and sucked on his penis.

Alan had to laugh out loud. He was greatly amused by his "punishment." Nothing could be more pleasurable, especially since she was giving head so very well lately.

Susan had to laugh. She thought, Okay, that was a silly excuse. But whatever works. I've got my lips wrapped around my son's thick rod and his hands are pulling on my nipples, so all's well that ends well. MMMM! I just love it when I can swirl my tongue around and around his dick head. MMMM! And around and around and around back the other way. MMMM! And then when I really get going on his special spot, like this... MMMM! He just melts and he's putty in my hands! MMMM! I'm such a happy mommy! Such a happy, naughty, cocksucking, big-titted mommy!

Alan couldn't hear any of that, except for the "MMMM" sounds, which she murmured out loud as well as thought. But he certainly felt her enthusiasm.

The blowjob seemed to go on and on and on. She allowed him to keep fondling her tits, so she started cumming long before he did. Nothing seemed to arouse her faster than nipple play. She moaned and writhed as he mercilessly worked on stimulating her sensitive breasts.

When it was done and he'd shot his load into her mouth, she grabbed at the nightgown hanging around her waist and fumbled at it, pulling it back up. She smiled a loving smile as she readied herself to go, and then remembered, "Oh my! I almost forgot. The goodnight kiss. That's why I came in here."

They kissed, but she wouldn't allow him to play with her tits at the same time. "Please no more, Tiger," she complained. "Mommy's tits are too sensitive. It feels too good. You don't want Mommy to get all dehydrated from cumming too much like Brenda, do you?"

After that, their horny urges were sated so they just hugged tenderly. Susan said, "By the way, did I tell you that Akami gave me the scare of my life today?"

"No. What happened?"

"Well, she called on the phone and said, 'Mrs. Plummer, I have good news. We've gotten the latest lab results back and Alan's thyroid levels are back to normal. He no longer needs to be stimulated six times a day. In fact, he doesn't have to be stimulated at all.'"

She pulled back from the hug as she went on, "I nearly had a heart attack. I felt my whole world collapsing around me, and it was as if I was falling down a dark tunnel. There was complete silence on my end of the phone, so I guess Akami thought I wasn't taking it well. She quickly said, 'Kidding! I was just kidding! That was just a joke. Of course his levels are still low and he still needs the treatment.' It turns out she was just calling to remind us that you have an appointment with her on Friday. But it really scared the hell out of me."

Alan was shocked too.

"But it was a good thing. It opened my eyes and made me realize that I don't want this to end. If somehow your condition does get better, promise me that we won't stop? Ever?" She hefted up her bouncy rack with both hands to help influence his decision.

"Mom, I should be asking you that. Of course I'd love to continue. No matter what."

She closed back in to hug him again. "I'm so glad to hear that."

She rubbed her breasts up, down, and all around his chest as the hug went on and on. "I don't know what I'll do when you have to go away to college. I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day. You mean so much to me and helping you has revitalized my sexuality and my whole life. I can't go without it. I just can't. But no matter what happens, we cannot have sex, you understand that? It's wrong. It's a sin. We have to just appreciate what we have, and not push our luck."

Alan replied, "Okay, Mom, whatever you say. I promise to obey whatever boundaries you set."

"Goody! You won't regret this! I'm going to be your best cocksucker for ever and ever!"

They continued to "hug" in silence, though it was more like an all over breast massage on Alan.

Alan couldn't believe his mother's enthusiasm. She acted like she'd just won the lottery, to be given the privilege of him allowing her to suck him off. Had he not climaxed so much, he would have gotten hard yet again from the way she kissed and held him. He mentally kicked himself that he could come so close to total nirvana with his mother yet always be stymied. But he vowed to truly respect her wishes.

Finally, she pulled away and stood up. "That was your good night kiss, or kisses," she giggled. "But I still haven't tucked you in." She leaned over so her breasts were quite literally dangling over his face. Her nipples even bounced off his cheeks and nose several times. "I promise you, you won't regret this."

Alan searched his brain, trying to figure out what she meant when she said "this." His brain couldn't really function though, not with the way her breasts continued to dangle over him.

Finally, she pulled up his sheets and turned down one of the corners. "There. You're all tucked in. You're not going to forget all about Mommy's hooters now that you have Brenda's to play with, are you?"

"Mom, first off, I don't have Brenda's to play with. Who knows what'll happen with her. And there's no way I'd prefer hers over yours. Sure, hers are big, but if I think 'perfect tits,' I think of yours every time."

She smiled a big smile. "You do not!"

"Do too!"

She was beside herself with happiness. "Oh, dear goodness! I just have to suck you off all over again! ... I know, I know, you're not up to it, but let an old lady dream. Don't forget your promise. Remember, even when you're married, I still get to suck you, right?"

He finally understood what she was talking about, recalling that she'd said, "I hope that when you get a serious girlfriend or even a wife, you'll still let me suck your cock every day" a few minutes earlier.

"Um, yeah. Sure," he agreed. He felt his penis start to stir as he imagined driving from his wedding reception with his wife. He couldn't see her face, but she was young, blonde, and beautiful. The reason he couldn't see her face was because she was driving the car while Alan sat in the back seat with his mother in the seat next to him, naked and with her lips around his shaft.

She winked. "Good night!"

Susan bent over to pick up her nightie, which had fallen to the floor next to Alan's bed at some point. She took an extremely long time to pick it up, making sure to keep her legs spread wide the whole time. She said from that bent over position, "Do you see how wet you make me? It's always like this. The instant I get your cock between my lips, I'm creaming down there so much!"

Alan closed his eyes. "Mom, you have to go or I'm gonna get hard again and then my overused penis is gonna plain fall off."

She stood up and straightened out. "Oopsie! I wouldn't want that to happen." She tossed the nightie aside and sauntered to Alan's door wearing only a smile.

Thanks to that final orgasm with his mother, Alan ended up with six climaxes for the day. The number was below what he'd been doing in recent days, but he still felt it was pushing his penis. He felt all these days of activity were literally changing his penis, and that he was on the edge of some kind of danger zone. For instance, he hadn't really paid attention to the size of his balls, but he was certain that they used to be considerably smaller. It seemed like his balls were twice their old size. He imagined that his semen production had dramatically increased to keep up with demand, and that his balls were bloated with cum.

He also noticed a change in his diet. He was eating more food and especially drinking much more, yet not gaining any weight. He suspected that most of his diet was being released as cum.

CHAPTER 8 (Thursday, Nov. 7)

Thursday was a disappointing come-down for Alan in nearly every way when compared to the past couple of days. Not only was he physically exhausted and hung over, but his penis was sore and exhausted too.

Susan allowed him to sleep through the nine minute snooze delay on his alarm clock several times. Thus, when he finally did get up there was no time for sexual fun. He just had time to eat a bowl of cereal before rushing off to school. Probably the highlight of his morning was finding his mother's nightie still on the floor of his bedroom.

For once, nothing happened during lunch. Glory thought it wise that they didn't spend every single lunch together, for appearance's sake. He sat with his friends Peter and Sean in the school cafeteria. They could hardly believe he was there.

Tennis seemed to last forever, and he lost all three matches. The last match was a complete humiliation against the best player on the team.

So he wasn't in a great mood as he drove over to Kim's house for the biweekly orgy there. He was just too exhausted. He was also sweaty and dirty from tennis, but he hoped a shower at Kim's would liven him up and put him in more of a sexual frame of mind.

He thought, The day is already more than half way over, and I haven't seen one naked female yet. How bizarre is that? Talk about changing expectations. I'd never even SEEN a real naked woman until a matter of weeks ago. Oh well. At least the S Club orgy will make up for a bad day. My balls are practically bursting and ready to deposit a couple of hefty loads.

By the time he arrived at Kim's house, Kim and Katherine had been going at it with each other for two hours already.

Alan let himself in, and went up to Kim's bedroom.

His sister briefly paused sucking a nipple long enough to say hi.

He took his shower, but didn't feel terribly revived. The first thing he wanted to do was fuck his sister, which he did. But his performance was nowhere near his usual standards. He was like a half dead man that had collapsed upon her.

The fuck was over in less than five minutes.

Alan was disappointed with his performance. "Sorry, Sis. I don't know what happened there."

She joked, "I just hope THAT wasn't the time you knocked me up. Anyway, I know you were just getting warmed up."

"SiiIIIiiis! You promised, no pregnancy comments."

"Oops. But what if later on I get that special tingle that shows you've fertilized me?"

Alan just rolled his eyes disapprovingly.

He tried to be commanding and build on his authoritative style from the last time they were together. So he said to Kim, "Clean it up. Clean up everything."

"Yes, sir!" Kim said with a salute.

Alan liked that, and the response slightly revived him.

She licked up all of his and Katherine's juices from his dick without protest. The activity kept his penis partially hard.

He still felt like his energy was crashing though, especially after all the tennis.

Yet, funnily enough, even as his mind was closing down for a rest, his penis responded to all the licking and grew harder the more she "cleaned up." Before he knew what was happening, she was sucking him off. He didn't even want it - if he was going to shoot another load, he would far prefer another fuck or at least a dual blowjob. But he was too tired to do anything but let her continue.

He was too tired to hold back in any way with his PC muscle either. So, in a matter of minutes his cum burst out of him like a broken down dam.

Kim still was inexperienced with blowjobs, and for some reason this seemed to be an unusually large load. Her eyes bugged out and it looked like she would choke as the flood of cum filled her mouth and poured down her chin. But she struggled to keep up and managed to swallow most of it.

When she was done, she asked him, calmly, "How was that?"

"Good for me, of course, but how about you? Are you okay?"

"Never been better. I just love doing that. If only women had penises." There were actually tears in her eyes from the struggle, but she really did seem to enjoy it.

Alan was too wiped out to ask more. He merely said, as he closed his eyes, "Now do my sister, please. Get her all clean."

"Mmmm. More Plummer family cum. I'll take it any way I can." She dove into Katherine's pussy. A river of seed poured out of Katherine's hole, but Kim soon took care of that. When the cum was finally cleaned up, Kim continued to lick until Katherine bent backwards and shouted out for joy.

But Alan missed most of that arousing sight. He went from metaphorical collapse to literal collapse. He closed his eyes, and the next thing he knew it was just after six o'clock and past the time to go home.

Kim and Katherine had let him sleep for over an hour. He woke up alone. Kim and Katherine had vacated the bedroom to allow him to sleep while they continued to make love to each other elsewhere in the house.

He was a bit chagrined; disappointed that he didn't get to fuck them some more. But upon reflection he thought it was probably for the best. He needed to sleep more than to fuck, and it was only his pride and sense of obligation that drove him to Kim's house in the first place.

Mainly, he felt that way because he didn't want to let down his expectant sister. He was frequently worried lately that she was feeling neglected and inadequate, since she had to compete with the likes of Susan, Suzanne, and now Brenda. He rightly guessed her feelings, but on the other hand her newfound sexual desires were so great that she would have felt neglected even if he were fucking her a couple of times every single day. Perhaps in time her desires would abate some, but right now she was thrilled with the discovery of sex and couldn't get enough.

Even after the nap, he felt beyond tired. Four consecutive days of a tennis tournament were catching up to him all at once.

Katherine drove the two of them back home and he slept all the way there.

Susan and Katherine left him alone during dinner, and afterwards he flopped into the living room and watched old TV reruns.

He'd had a bad day, by his usual standards. The worst thing was, he had an essay due in one of his classes the next day and he hadn't even started on it. It weighed heavily on his mind all day. He figured he would be up late. At least it was a creative essay, a mock college application, so he didn't have to do any research. To help him avoid distractions, Katherine retreated to her room and Susan actually left the house for a social visit. His body was rested up but his brain was still too tired to think much, so he watched the TV instead.

CHAPTER 9

Alan hadn't been watching television very long when Amy came for a visit. She was unaware that he was not to be disturbed, and wanted his undivided attention. She came bounding into the living room dressed in her cheerleading uniform.

"Howdy, Alan. What's shakin'?" She shook her pom-poms as she said this.

Alan was always aroused by cheerleader outfits, but tried not to show it. "Oh, nothing much. Just blowing off some school work. I've become such the juvenile delinquent lately."

"Hey, if you're wasting time, can you help me out?"

"Sure. I'm just looking for excuses to put off this essay I'm supposed to write anyways. What is it?"

"Tomorrow's a big football game and I want to make sure I've got all my routines down right. Can you watch me do my routines and give me a review?"

Alan thought as he smiled to himself, Ah, the ol' "can I practice my cheerleader routine on you" gambit. Katherine tried this on me not too long ago, and to great success for the both of us. Dang. That seems like years ago. I was a totally different guy back then. I wonder if Amy knows about that incident. Probably not. I don't think Katherine's been talking about that kind of thing with her. ... The question is, what should I do? Sis said don't play with Amy too much. But maybe an inspiring sight will revive my energies and turn my day around.

"Sure. Sounds great." He turned off the TV and sat back in his chair.

She cried "Goody!" and picked out one of his CDs and put it in the stereo. The song was "My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)" by En Vogue. Alan liked that one. Before she started, she shyly said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm kind of not wearing any underwear. Since that is the house rule and all."

Sitting on a couch across from him, she placed a leg up, hiked up her skirt, and showed off her shaved pussy. "So you might see a lot of this. Is that a problem?"

Alan smiled. This should be good. Just what the doctor ordered. "Why should I mind? That's all the better."

"You don't mind that you can totally see my cunnie?"

"No, I definitely don't mind."

She had a worried look on her face, but it was apparently just an act because then she then said, "And if we don't watch out, you might also see a bunch of this." She turned around in her chair and pulled up her skirt again so Alan could get a nice eyeful of her ass.

Alan swore he was able to see a knowing smile on her face peeking through despite her concerned facade. "I think I could survive that too. Please go ahead."

"M'kay!" She stood up and clapped her hands, suddenly exuberant with joy. She launched into her routine and danced up a storm. She was good. Very good. She had a natural knack for cheerleading, and was reasonably adept at showing off her pussy or ass at every opportunity. It seemed half the routines she did involved kicking. There was lots of high kicking where she brought a leg all the way up to her face and kept it there.

But there was a problem. Alan was unmistakably aroused mentally, but his penis just wasn't responding. It lay there like a dead fish. That wasn't terribly surprising since it was sore and he felt like the walking dead generally, but it was still disappointing. So far it always seemed that no matter how bad he hurt or lacked energy, his penis would rise for the occasion.

The song ended with Amy doing a dramatic split.

Alan clapped and said positive things about her performance, but still he frowned. He asked, "Amy, can you do me a favor and take your top off for a minute?"

"M'kay! Heck, why not take all my clothes off? Don't you think that's better?"

He thought that was a great idea, but suggested they go to his room first. When he opened the door to his room, he looked over his shoulder at Amy coming down the hallway behind him and saw she'd already taken her top off. That made him smile.

Alan thought, Okay, I'm pretty much a breast man. Not a lot of breast in that dance. Amy's got a great pair. If this doesn't revive me, nothing will.

Amy pirouetted around the middle of his room.

Alan was most definitely inspired mentally, but his penis still was still limp. "Dang!" he cursed out loud.

Amy came over to where he was now sitting and put a hand on his shoulder, looking intently into his eyes. "What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no. You did great. You're really inspiring. But for some reason I can't get happy. I think I'm just too tired."

"Oh no! That's bad. Can I take your thingy out and take a look?"

"Sure."

Amy unzipped Alan's shorts and flopped out his penis. It didn't look very impressive in its flaccid state. She tried to rub it, but it wasn't even partially hard, and there was no reaction. "Aaaawww. It's so sad. I'm so sorry."

"You? Why should you be sorry?"

"Alan, I hate to say this, but it's true. I just don't inspire you like the others. This is all my fault. I'm sure if Susan, Suzanne, or Katherine were here, this would be very happy." She squeezed the penis a couple of times, but got no reaction.

Alan wondered if she was right. He thought about the other females, one by one, and imagined them naked and cocksucking, but there still was no reaction down below. "No Amy, you're very inspiring. Just as much as them. I'm thinking about them right now and I have a very vivid imagination. But nothing's happening to me."

"Well then why don't you do stuff with me? You're doing all kinds of fun stuff with them. I'm not totally blind. But you don't do anything with me. You hardly help with my shaving any more, even." She stared downcast at the floor.

But then suddenly she hopped up and looked energized. "Look! I can show you! I can do stuff. All kinds of stuff. I can even do stuff they can't. I'll do anything with you that you want. Anything. Here. Look at this." Amy stood on her head. Then, resting on her forearms, she leaned her body away from her head but stretched one leg far over in front of her head until she looked either like a work of abstract art or someone in a very tough yoga position.

"See?" she said with her body still upside down. "My body is very flexible. I'm double jointed and stuff. I can do all kinds of things. Not even Mom knows this position. I may not know much, but I can learn. I like you so much. You can play with my body any way you want. Why don't you, you know, take me and do all kinds of things to me?" She dropped back down onto the floor. She sat with her legs spread wide in open invitation.

Alan was intrigued by her comment, "Not even Mom knows this position." He knew Suzanne had been a gymnast back in high school, and he pondered what that might mean when they were fucking. He wondered if great flexibility could be genetic thing in the Pestridge family.

Next, Amy she spread her legs apart and did the splits so wide that it was almost painful for Alan to watch. Then she bent her whole upper body backwards in a big arc until the back of her head touched the floor. "Or this. We tried to learn this in cheerleading class, but no one else could do it. Not even Katherine can do this. I'm the only cheerleader who can stretch this far."

Her position opened up her pussy so wide that it seemed like a penis had just evacuated it. For a moment it looked like Amy was opening and closing her pussy like the mouth of a sucker fish. It caught Alan's attention so much that he leaned forwards in his chair and visually examined her shaved crotch. He started to get some stirrings in his loins, but it was a struggle.

"Amy, sit normally for a second."

She did so, and panted with exhaustion as she recovered from all her extreme contortions.

"Look. I'd love to do all kinds of things with you. But I sort of made a promise with Katherine that I wouldn't do some things with you until I did some more things with her. But it's only a temporary thing. This will change, probably in just a little while."

Amy sat up closer towards him. "Hrm... Is that why I didn't get invited to the card game with Brenda last night? I can tell you all had a lot of fun, even though everyone is trying to hide everything from me."

"No, that was your mom's idea. She also wants you to go slow and protect you. So you have to have patience."

"I don't wanna wait! I wanna do stuff now!"

Alan wasn't precisely sure what she thought they were talking about when saying "stuff" or "things" except that it was sexual. He was pretty sure she meant she wanted to fuck, but wasn't positive how much she even really knew about intercourse. "So do I, but we have to be patient or Kather-"

"Look!" Amy interrupted, her eyes wide and looking into his lap. "You're starting to get happy! Here, let me help out." She reached forward and took his semi-erect penis in her hands. She rubbed it vigorously, and it responded even more. "You DO like me!" she gurgled joyfully. "I guess I just have to try harder to please you. Boy, this happy penis stuff is tough to do!"

She leaned in even further, and rubbed her tits across his chest. Her face was now inches from his, and she kissed him on the neck repeatedly. "How do you like that? Is that good?"

Just then, the door to his room flew open. Katherine barged in. "Hey, what do you guys think you're doing?" She was angry and she crossed her arms in a defiant stance.

Alan felt a wave of guilt, but then wondered about her timing. "Hey yourself. How did you know to come in just then? Were you eavesdropping on us?"

"No. ... Maybe. Just a little," she admitted. "But that's not the point. You said you wouldn't play these kinds of games with Amy. At least not without me playing too." Now she was pouty. "I'm hurt."

"Oh damn." Alan looked down between his legs. Amy had stopped rubbing his penis as soon as Katherine came in, and it had deflated like a punctured balloon.

Katherine saw the problem and walked over. She was still cross. "Amy, you just don't know how to please Alan. Here, let me take care of that." She pushed Amy's hands away and took over.

Amy felt hurt by Katherine. She backed away with large, doe-like sad eyes. "Alan, is that true? Am I no good? It did take so long to get happy..."

"No, it's not true. Take that back, Sister! Tell her that's not true."

His sister seemingly ignored the question and had all of her attention focused on her brother's dick. "God dammit! It's not responding." Katherine was rubbing frantically, but Alan's penis wasn't even half hard. "Amy, what did you do to it?" Katherine wasn't wasting time. Her face dove down and she sucked on it like an industrial vacuum cleaner. But still no response.

"I didn't do anything!" Amy said sadly. "I'm so sorry. Did I break it?"

"Amy, it's fine," Alan soothed. He momentarily wondered at her comment asking if she broke his penis, and wondered just how naïve she was. But he pressed on to the matter at hand and said, "Katherine just said some things in anger. She didn't really mean them, did you Sister?"

But Katherine was too busy cocksucking to talk, or at least used that as an excuse not to answer.

The three of them sat there in silence for several minutes as Katherine licked and sucked with all her talents. She probed his asshole, fondled his balls, sucked and stroked at the same time, and yet there was no response.

She wanted to prove she could get it up when Amy could not, but in desperation she eventually had Amy join her. Amy even lathered up her tits with the KY Jelly sitting next to Alan's bed and rubbed her oily tits up, down, and all around Alan's back and chest, but that didn't help either. Finally Katherine had to admit defeat.

Alan was happy that he was able to say to Amy, "Look Amy, it wasn't just you. Like I was saying, I'm just really tired. Sometimes it doesn't happen. You did even better than Katherine did. You had me fully going there for a while before she came in."

"I did, didn't I?" Amy said happily. She smiled for the first time since Katherine had entered.

Alan took Katherine aside and said quietly, "Can you please apologize to Amy? She's very sexually naïve, and you're confusing her and hurting her feelings."

"No. I'm not going to apologize because you were in here without me. You broke your promise. I'm hurt! You should be apologizing to me!" Katherine quickly left and slammed the door behind her.

Alan talked to Amy for a while until she was feeling better. When she left and he was all alone, he let out a big sigh. What a crappy day. I can't get it up. I upset both Amy and Katherine in different ways. Amy is right to feel left out. That's not really fair to her. She's so able and eager. And I'm holding back for Katherine, who's acting like a totally immature bitch today. Grrr.

Alan wanted something to take his mind off of these things. He sat down to write his school essay, and to his great relief found that it seemed the words flowed out as if he was just dictating them. It was like his mind was so tired that he shut his consciousness off completely and the essay wrote itself. He finished the essay in a remarkable two hours.

CHAPTER 10

By the time Alan finished his essay it was eleven o'clock. That wouldn't give him nearly as much sleep as he needed in his exhausted state, but at least it wasn't a total disaster. He had half a mind to just drop his head on his pillow and fall asleep before doing any of his nightly rituals like brushing his teeth, but there was one new ritual he didn't want to miss out on. He wandered down the hallway to his mother's room and told her he was going to bed.

Susan had been waiting up for him. She was wearing an old-fashioned, frilly night robe and was knitting Katherine a sweater. She looked very much like a granny in the dim light, staring at her knitting needles through her glasses. She said, "I'll be there in a minute, Tiger."

Alan returned to his room and lay on his bed. Then his mother came in.

Her appearance totally transformed. The granny night robe was gone and had been replaced by a semi-transparent nightie. She looked like a twenty-two year old sex goddess. She acted like one, too, and didn't waste any time.

She said, "Oh dear, Tiger. You look like something the cat dragged in. I'll bet you're not even hard." She dipped and swayed her way across the room and then pulled his covers down. "Oh my. I was right. My Tiger, not rock hard? I hardly know what to do with myself. Looks like you need some visual stimulation, don't you think? I just can't give you your goodnight kiss if I know you're not hard for me."

"Mom, I'd really appreciate that. Today just hasn't been a good day, all around. It had its good moments, but I've been in kind of a weary funk. If you can get it up, it'll be a pretty good feat."

"I can't bear to stand here and do nothing while my son is in a weary funk. I guess I'll just have to get naked and strut around like a nasty big-titted trollop and then suck his cock until he feels all better. That's what the best kind of loving mommies do."

Alan was amazed at how quickly she'd transformed herself. A few minutes earlier she'd appeared to be completely sexless, or at least as sexless as someone could be with movie star looks. Now she acted as if she was a professional whore who lived to fuck, yet at the same time she never lost her kind, motherly demeanor.

She didn't do a strip tease. Instead, she took her clothes off in a flash (not that it was hard to do, since she only wore the one-piece nightie), and then got down to teasing. She stretched and preened her body in every possible way. It was almost as if she was doing naked warm up exercises for him. She thrust her chest out at every opportunity. She pulled a leg up over her head. She stood up, touched her toes, and then backed her ass up until it was literally in his face. Half the time she looked like she was in the throes of orgasm, as if being fucked by an invisible man.

About the only thing that she didn't do was show off her pussy, at least not deliberately. She didn't want Alan to be thinking about that and thus thinking about fucking her. She only aspired to be his favorite cocksucker, and tried to push other desires involving her hungry and needy vagina out of her mind. But he still got to see her pussy half the time anyway since she was completely nude, and her obvious efforts to hide it made it that much more fun when he could clearly see it.

She kept the occasional eye on his penis. It took a while, but it slowly began to stiffen.

Alan realized, I guess there's some truth to what Amy said earlier. I don't think she or Sis can compare with Susan or Suzanne when it comes to getting me hard. It's not that Amy and Sis aren't super sexy, but there's just something a bit extra with the other two. Maybe experience from their age?

After a couple of minutes, Susan reached into Alan's lap and felt about for his penis, as if she couldn't see it perfectly well. "Hmm," she said uncertainly. "It's starting to feel a bit hard. It'll probably just take a couple more minutes to reach full strength."

Alan cried out in agitation, "MooooOOOOoooom! What do you mean? It's as stiff as a board!"

She smiled at him, and then he realized she just wanted to play some more first. "Tiger, I don't expect mere hardness. Not from my stud son. I expect it to be throbbing and hot to the touch. I expect it to pound through steel. Since I'm obviously not exciting you..."

Alan interrupted again. "Mom!"

She winked. "Since I'm obviously not exciting you, perhaps I need to talk with my dirty mouth at the same time." She resumed her sexy contortions. "Did you know I got a phone call from Brenda today?"

"You did? What did she say?"

"Hey, none of that." Susan was referring to the fact that Alan was starting to stroke himself. "I never want to see you do that ever again. You've got too many big-titted hotties eager to help."

He stopped.

"Leave your slick stick to me in a minute. Anyway, she was very happy. She appears to have remembered quite a lot of what happened yesterday. More importantly, she seems to understand what a total sexual stud you are. My son. She totally wants you. Carnally. Biblically. We talked about why you wouldn't let her suck you off, why she wasn't yet worthy of your cum. She's going to try harder to please you next time so you'll let her suck it and I even hinted that you'd paint her face with spermy goodness if she blew you really well. She's beginning to understand her role in life, which is to be a big-titted cocksucker just for you. Do you like that?"

"Mom, come on! You know it turns me on. But she didn't really say all that!"

"Okay, maybe she didn't. But she was thinking it. I could tell. Her voice was practically oozing desire. And we really did talk about some of this stuff."

"What stuff?!"

"Never you mind. The key thing is that she wants to come back and she promised to wear something sexy."

That was a big letdown from Susan's fantasy version of the phone call, but Alan had to admit to himself that at least it hinted at positive progress.

Susan went on, "But Son, I'm concerned. Are her tits really that great? Don't you like mine?" She'd asked him nearly the exact same thing the night before, but needed more reassurance.

Susan stopped another stretch where she'd been pointing her foot almost directly into his face, and stood up. She thrust her chest out again and pushed it right into Alan's face, smothering him. She rubbed one of her nipples in circles around one of his cheeks. "Aren't your mother's E-cup tits good enough for you?"

Alan was relieved that one of her hands dropped into his lap and started stroking his shaft while she waited for an answer. He was dying for relief. He licked a nipple instead of answering.

But Susan wasn't happy with mere licking. She lifted her chest up some so his forehead was now encased in tit flesh.

That enabled him to speak with an unobstructed mouth while enjoying the depths of her cleavage. "Mom, you know I love you. You have THE perfect body. I even love your glasses. They make you look more intellectual and sexy, like a naughty professor. Your legs, your ass; hell, your back. Your earlobes. It's all so glorious. And your tits are perfection itself. Sure, Brenda's are big, but there's such a thing as too big. She's right on the edge of being too big, and almost becoming a turn-off. Whereas yours are huge and just right." Alan was being honest. Brenda's were almost too big, but he loved them a ton just the same. Still, he loved Susan's tits at least as much if not more, if only because of who she was, so he wasn't really lying.

"Oh, Tiger. You say the sweetest things. No wonder Suzanne calls you 'Sweetie.' You ARE such a sweetie. I like to see Brenda turn you on, because you deserve more cocksuckers of her caliber. There's nothing you should be denied. But only so long as you don't like her more than me. Then I'll go on the warpath."

"Don't worry, Mom. You're number one. You and Suzanne."

She laughed, even as she jacked him off with more intensity. "Tied for number one. Well, I guess that's better than before, when I was behind Suzanne. And I've got Katherine chasing close behind. Looks like I'll just have to do an even better job draining your balls dry than ever before!"

She stopped talking and took him in her mouth. At the same time, she squeezed his balls and sawed into his asshole. It was an all out assault.

But that turned out to merely be the warm up to put him in the mood for what she really wanted to do. She pulled her mouth off his wet dick and said, "I was just getting reacquainted with my favorite little feller. Now I want to talk to you about something very important."

Alan's erection softened a bit as he braced for some kind of lecture or serious discussion.

But she said, "The other day, Suzanne was telling me about her latest fun she had with you. You know how we like to tell each other everything we do to you, every last lick, every last suck, down to the very last drop of sperm we lick off your balls, so we can relive it all over again while we wait for you to come home from school?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, we were doing that when she casually starts talking to me about titfucking. I had to say to her, 'Whoa! Titfucking? What's that?' To make a long story short, I didn't even know such a thing existed! She made it sound as pleasurable as cocksucking, if you can imagine that!"

"I can," Alan replied with some amusement, not to mention growing anticipation. "And it is. At least for me."

Susan's whole face lit up and her body tingled with visible excitement. "Then it's true?! It's really true?!"

"Sure, Mom. How could you not know about something like that?"

"I'm sorry, Son. I've just been so sheltered. Even after Suzanne told me I could scarcely believe such a wonderful thing. I was going to try it out with you last night but then I got so carried away with the blowjob that I forgot all about it. You know how I can get carried away, especially when it comes to knob gobbling." She laughed, as Suzanne had just taught her that term.

"Well, let's try it out right now."

"YES! LET'S!"

Alan had to laugh because Susan was practically lost in an orgasmic la-la land already just from thinking about the prospect of how good a titfuck might be.

Squirming with excitement, she said, "Let's get in position. How do we do this?"

"Here. Let me help." Alan grabbed her left tit with one hand and her right ass cheek with the other. He spent about a minute just fondling her body until she started to get wise he wasn't getting her in position.

Just as his fingers were starting to probe around her pussy lips, she complained, "Tiiiiiiiger! Please don't torture me. I'm dying for you to fuck my tits!"

Alan thought, Man, I could have never imagined in my wildest dreams I'd hear my prudish mom say that! Life is good.

He actually had been stalling for time a bit to give his penis a chance to recover since her all out assault a couple of minutes earlier had brought him so close to the edge. Plus, it was just plain fun to play with her perfect naked body. But now he was ready and said as he swiped a finger through her wet slit, "Looks like you're ready. Let's see... Why don't I sit on the edge of the bed and you can sit between my knees."

Susan glowed with happiness, her annoyance at his delay completely gone. "Yes! It's just like Suzanne said! She told me that being an obedient titfucker is just like being an obedient cocksucker! The proper position is naked and on my knees, worshipping your big cock as it dangles in front of my nose!"

Alan was surprised. "Did Suzanne really say that?"

Susan blushed a little bit. "No, not exactly," she admitted. "I embellished a little. But I'm just so excited! Let's do it! Shove your big thing into my cleavage! Please! It's what my chest was made for!"

Alan was already in position and did just that.

But then she paused, and frowned.

Impatient to feel the joy, Alan asked, "What?"

"Well, it's just... When it comes right down to it, this is just so dreadfully sinfully naughty. If my parents could see me now, or my sister... Oh dear!"

"But they're not here. Don't worry about it." He scooted forward, drawing his erection to within inches of her chest.

She looked even more indecisive. "But still..."

Alan thought, What a fine time for Mom to have a prude attack! She totally wants it, we both know that, but it seems she needs a little push. He said, "You know Suzanne would totally approve. And nurse Akami thinks it's great for the chafing problem."

"I know, I know, but somehow the image of my parents looking at me popped into my head and I just can't get it out." She covered her breasts, as if they were staring at her nakedness from above.

Alan was stumped. He knew this was the time for his cleverness to shine through, but he was too horny to think straight.

CHAPTER 11

But Susan's face suddenly brightened. "I know! I've got it! What if we turn the lights off? Then I can't picture them seeing me."

Alan just frowned, but she took that as enough of a yes to get up and walk to the door to flip the light switch.

As she watched, Alan complained, "But Mom... Watching you in all your bouncy bountiful glory is half the fun."

The room went dark but for the moonlight coming through the window and she headed back to the bed. "I know, I know. But I'm sure there will be other times. Just do this for me."

"Okay. ... Hell, what am I saying? I'm so grateful anyway; I'd be happy to fuck your tits nude and painted red on the North Pole."

Susan giggled. "That's the spirit! Now, how do we do this?"

Both of them let out contented sighs as he slid his erection in between her round pale hooters. She pushed her breasts together with both hands, making it a snug fit.

But then she panicked. "Oh no! The lubrication. I forgot the lubrication!"

Alan didn't mind though, and started to push back and forth. "Don't worry. You got my dick so wet from the way you slurped on it earlier already that we don't need any."

"Are you sure?"

"Mom, my cock is totally soaked with pre-cum, not to mention all your saliva. God, I'm so hard!"

Susan smiled a bit wickedly. "Feels good, huh?"

Alan was pleasantly surprised at how quickly his eyes were adjusting to the darkness. Actually, he could see pretty well by the bright moonlight and the darkness somehow made it feel even more naughty. "Feels great. In fact, it's like my dick is caught in a blender, you're shaking and squeezing so much."

"I'm sorry. I'm just so excited!"

Alan laughed. "I noticed. But if you don't calm down and stop jiggling your beautiful big tits, I'm gonna cum too soon."

Both of them came to a near halt and then slowly started up again. Alan was hardly a titfucking expert, but Susan was squeezing from the sides too hard without realizing it and he gave her some tips to ease up a bit.

Before long, Alan was sliding in and out her cleavage at a very nice pace.

Susan was ecstatic. "Tiger, are you loving this as much as I am? You know that my breasts are so sensitive all over. I can't believe they're getting FUCKED! This is like a dream come true!"

Alan's voice was more controlled, as he was using all his self-control to prolong the joy. "For me too, Mom, me too. But I can't understand that you never thought of this before."

"Well, of course I thought about you rubbing your glorious manly fuckstick all over my sweaty and trembling tits, and I was looking forward to that happening someday soon, but I didn't think it would be any better than you using your hands. Like, there's nothing amazing about putting your dick on my ass cheeks, so why would this be any different? I didn't realize just how much you could turn my cleavage into a second pussy!"

Her eyes went wide as she was hit with an epiphany. "Gaawwd! A second pussy! It's like you're fucking my cunt! It really is! Better, even! Now we don't have to worry so much about you doing my real pussy if we can do this all the time!"

Alan didn't agree with that last point, but otherwise, her enthusiasm was very contagious. He thrust into her chest with renewed vigor as the tiredness that had been dogging him all day was completely forgotten.

She suddenly blurted out, "I know I'm going to go to Hell for this, but I don't care!"

He was struggling to breathe from all the excitement. "Mom, you're not gonna" He panted, "go to Hell, okay?" He had to catch his breath again, "You're beautiful and caring and I love you!"

"Oh! Son!"

Alan though her enthusiasm meter was already set on ten, but somehow it burst through to new levels. The mechanics of what they were doing didn't change, but the passion and emotion radiating from her as she did it was intense.

In fact, her enthusiasm was so great that Alan knew he couldn't last long. He loved the way she tried with all her might to crane her head forward and down in order to lick his penis head, even though his dick was moving with such speed in and out that it would have been a fairly meaningless addition to his pleasure even if things were angled correctly for her to make contact.

Alan held out as long as he could, but when he came he came with great gusto. "I'm fucking cumming!" he cried as his balls tightened up.

Susan cried out, "Cum on my face! Take my chest!"

Unfortunately, Alan ended up cumming more on her neck and underside of her chin than on her face, but Susan didn't mind in the least. She eagerly lapped it all up just the same.

After Susan ate all his cum off her skin, she laid back on Alan's shoulder as he lay in his bed relaxing.

When Alan had mostly recovered, he said, "Mom, you seem totally blissed out and not morally conflicted in the least. What happened to all that stuff about your parents seeing you?"

"Oh, that?" She chuckled as she said, "I guess I was having some kind of drug-like flashback only it was a prudish flashback. I have these guilty feelings at the oddest times, sometimes."

"So are you bothered by the incestuous yuckiness of this act or whatever it is that normally bothers you?"

Susan thought about it. "Nah. Mind you, tomorrow I'll probably feel guilty. But right now I'm just so overjoyed that there's no room for worry. I mean, think about it. What are my two favorite body parts in the whole wide world? Your penis and my breasts. Of course they only zoomed to the top of the list within recent days, but they're very safely one and two respectively now. So to find there's a sex act involving them both? That's like discovering that every day is better than Christmas!" She turned her head and scooted up Alan a bit.

"It is pretty great, Mom. And I love how much you love it." He reached behind her neck and over her shoulder to begin gently caressing her breast and brushing her stiff nipple, so softly that she was barely aware of his touch.

"Of course I love it! Until today, I looked into the future without Ron in my life and what did I see? An endless glorious road full of handjobs and cocksucks! Gallons and gallons of your sperm splashed across my face and chest! And while I love that, now there's a THIRD thing we can do to keep your balls well drained!"

There was a new fire in her eyes as she stared at him from inches away and said, "Titfucking is even better than Suzanne said it would be! I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind for holding it back from me all of these years."

Alan asked, "Surely it came up when she told you details about her affairs?"

"No," Susan decided, "I don't think so. She'd go into a lot of details about the chase, but was very vague when it came to actual sex. It was 'fade to black' time since I was such a prude back then. I really can't blame her for my ignorance but I want to have a little fun giving her a hard time."

The excitement in her eyes burned brighter and she poked Alan hard in the chest with a finger, playfully pretending to be mad at him. "As for YOU, buster, have I told you lately how much I love you?"

Alan grinned from ear to ear. "Yeah, but I'd love to hear it again."

"I love you, Son! Every time you cum all over me I feel even closer to you than before, if such a thing is possible." Impulsively, she suddenly shrieked, "Kiss me!"

They shared a long kiss that started out frantic but ended romantic and tender.

When Susan was done with the kiss and went back to snuggling, Alan decided the classification of the day as a bad one was right out the window. Then she looked at him mischievously and said, "That was just the warm up kiss. Now comes the official goodnight kiss."

When that kiss ended a few minutes later, Alan decided the day was definitely good one after all. Then she got to the "tuck in," which ended with a very enjoyable tickle-fest. By the time that was over, many minutes later, Alan decided the day was safely reclassified as an excellent one.

He wondered why his mother had made him hard when Amy and Katherine were unsuccessful. Well, that's not true. Amy had succeeded, and it was only when Katherine came in and really irked me that I became completely hopeless. And I did have a few more hours to recover. The fact is, all four of these femmes are so hot that it would be inhuman not to get hard. I can half-seriously imagine being simply stimulated to death by this bunch. Dying of sublime pleasure; either that or my penis plain falls off.

He mentally reviewed his day and surprised himself in that he'd only climaxed three times. He decided not to tell Susan because he felt fairly sure she would insist on draining his cum again and he was even surer that she'd have no trouble getting him hard and getting him to cum. She was like an unstoppable force of nature. The problem was, he doubted his penis could handle more friction and he was sure his heart couldn't handle any more excitement.

As it was, he very nearly was ravaged by her all over again when he told her "I love you" as she was getting ready to go. But he held her back with the promise, "Tomorrow."

The light was already off, so he just closed his eyes as soon as she was gone, feeling very content and loved.

CHAPTER 12

Alan thought that surely his wearisome day had ended, but it had not. Five minutes after Susan left, the light switch next to his bedroom door turned back on again. He opened his eyes and looked to see who was there. It was Katherine, wearing a loose robe.

She walked over to his bed and stood there. Her robe was open to begin with but opened even more as she crossed the room.

She seemed serious and hesitant. She brought herself to say, "Brother, can I have a good night kiss?" The hands behind her back grabbed the fabric of the robe from the back and tugged, opening the robe in front.

Alan could now see her shaved pussy and most of her tits. But he didn't feel aroused, simply because Susan had just sucked all the life, and cum, out of him. Obviously she was very needy for attention, sexual and otherwise.

He did feel a bit sad for her, but more pissed than anything as he recalled her behavior with Amy earlier in the day. He said, "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that Mom is coming in here every night and giving me a kiss. And you're thinking: 'why can't I?' I can understand that feeling. But I don't feel like kissing you. Frankly, I feel like telling you off. I think you were very mean to Amy today."

She crossed the room, got down on her knees, and put her hands on his. "I'm sorry. I really am. After Amy left I stewed in my juices a bit, but I did eventually apologize to her, and explained some things to her. We've been a bit mean to her. Both of us; not just me. We've been taking her for granted. She and I talked about that a bit. But I was particularly naughty today. And I apologize to you too. But I feel so disappointed." She turned her head away, and it looked like she would cry.

Alan gently held her chin and turned her face back towards his. His hard feelings softened; he was pretty much a softie anyway. "What is it? You can tell me."

She kept her eyes averted, but said, "I know it's selfish of me. You're probably going to be mad. But it just seems like you're not interested in me any more. It's almost two weeks since we first fucked and I said I wanted to be your fuck toy. I thought we'd be fucking like rabbits every single day. But no. I know you've got your reasons, like secrecy reasons around the house, and I know I should consider myself lucky compared to Amy. But I can't help but feel frustrated. That's why I was so petulant earlier. If it weren't for the occasional fuck sessions at Kim's, I think I'd go crazy. And it's great to have Kim there with us, but what I really want is to be alone with you and just feel you in my arms for hours. But you don't seem to want that."

She was closer to tears now.

Alan's anger drained away, especially knowing that she'd apologized to Amy. He moved his hands to her face, and stroked her cheeks. "Sister. I love you. I can't tell you how much I love you. If we had the time and the place, I'd love to hold you forever."

Before he could get any further she broke down, buried herself in his shoulder, and cried.

He'd been hoping to avoid tears but instead his declaration of love inadvertently created them. (In truth, there probably wasn't anything he could do to stop her from crying as she was quite an emotional person and cried very easily.) He held her in a tight hug for a couple of minutes until the tears slowed.

He continued, "It's true. I love you very much. And I love making love to you. You're very beautiful and such a great, enthusiastic lover."

Her sadness turned to visible jealousy. "Maybe. A little bit beautiful perhaps. But nothing like Mom and Suzanne. You know I love you too. Terribly much. But when you're not with one of them you're with the other. And now Amy. Grrr. And especially lately I can hardly find a chance to say 'boo' to you without finding Mom sucking your dick. I had to wait a loooong time before she was done just now so I could come in here. I heard all the screams of pleasure. I doubt you two were discussing the theories of Aristotle."

Alan felt like sighing, but he repressed it. "Sister, we've talked about this before. You should not feel like your body is inadequate in any way. You're the hottest girl in the whole high school, in my book. One look at you gets me hard as steel, except when I'm half dead like I am now. But maybe it's best that I'm brutally honest about something else. The fact is, there are a number of women who want to please me. I don't quite know why, but that's how it is. I love all the attention I'm getting and I'm not going to be a monogamous guy. As long as so many women want me, I'm not going to turn them down. That's how it is. Period. Please accept it."

His tone softened. "You have a special place in my heart. You and Mom have very unique and special places. We're family. That'll never change. Women like Kim or Heather or Akami don't even hold a candle compared to you. Even Amy, as much as I love her, can't compare to you."

"Ha!" she complained bitterly. "I notice you didn't mention Mom or Suzanne there. What about them?"

Alan thought about how he'd told his mother earlier in the evening: "You're number one. You and Suzanne." He wasn't really thinking when he said it, and now it irked him greatly as he realized how much he was being forced to make comparisons between the people he loved.

He said, "What you're asking isn't fair. It's not right to have me rate how much I love people. I feel bad even for what I just said about Amy. I shouldn't have said that, because I love her dearly, too. I'm not going to say if I love you more or less than Mom or Suzanne, because I love all of you very much. Sexually, yes, they have some advantages, like the greater experience that comes with age. I have to admit that being with Mom in particular is a big turn on lately. There's the Oedipal thing, weird as it is. There's the big tits and me being a tit man. Not that yours don't turn me on, too, mind you, because they're totally great. There's her reluctance slowly breaking down. That turns me on, to see her changing like that."

Katherine punched a fist into an open palm. "Dammit. I shouldn't have been so eager. I should have fallen into debauchery more slowly, just like her. But I can't help it. You captured me totally from the very beginning and I had no resistance. I just can't help wanting to fuck you twenty four hours a day." She grasped him tightly and a hand went underneath his sheets in search of his penis. She quickly found it, but it was flaccid.

"Whoa, Nelly. Hold on. There's no way I can get it up again. My penis is hurting me so bad that I can't even contemplate how painful it will be to pee. Please don't even touch it. If it gets hard again tonight I'm going to be in big trouble. This is kind of a recovery day."

"Sorry." She reluctantly withdrew her hand, but at the same time she pulled the rest of her robe off and threw it onto the floor. It didn't make a big difference as she'd been wearing it wide open anyway.

Alan said frankly, "Look. Here's the problem. There's only one of me. There are too many other women. I just can't give you one hundred percent of my attention. That's a simple and honest fact. I'm sorry. But I'm like a kid in a candy store. With all these stunning women throwing themselves at me, how can I say no? I challenge any male on Earth to be given this situation I'm in and stay completely monogamous. It's just how us males are, we like to spread our seed around."

He continued, "Maybe some guy would say, 'I'd never stray from my one true love,' but that's just because he hasn't seen the likes of you up close and in the flesh. I mean, imagine if that guy wakes up to find a randy and naked Marilyn Monroe lying on top of him. There's no way anybody can resist. That's kind of what it's been like for me. I'm trying to make sure I spend at least some time with you every single day, but you're going to have more energy for me than I am for you, 'cos there aren't any other guys you're doing it with."

She pouted, "Maybe I should then. Maybe I should start dating some other guys at school. There are many who would kill to date me."

It appeared to Alan that she was saying this just to make him jealous, but he answered honestly regardless. He said, "Maybe you should. I wouldn't try to stop you. But I'll admit it would hurt me and make me jealous. I know that makes me totally hypocritical, given all the women I'm with, but those are my feelings. I love you and want you to be mine, all mine. I can't say no if a woman throws herself at me, and I can't but burn with jealousy if some guy throws himself at you. If you're with a woman that's cool, but guys burn me up. It's fucked up, huh?"

To his surprise, she said, "No," and hugged him tightly, kissing him all over the face and neck. Then she said, "I'll tell you what's fucked up: that I don't mind. I don't want any other guy. I only want you. I know it's not natural to love my brother that way, but I do. And it turns me on to see you with other women. You deserve it, if only for your medical needs. I like to see you so happy and asserting your dominance and sexual prowess. It especially turns me on to see you with Mom or Suzanne or Amy; to see that sexy but profound love."

She went on, "Did you know I had my ear to the door while Mom was in here just now? I couldn't really hear the smooching or cock slurping, but I could imagine, and it got me going big time. I'm so bummed your penis isn't up for more fun right now, because my blood is boiling with passion."

"Even if it was, that would be against Mom's wishes," he responded. "And you've promised to be good around the house."

"Brother, Big Jackhammer Brother, you're so totally mean." She was playful now, and ran her hands over his chest. "The fact is, I am your fuck toy. I LOVE being your toy. I would NEVER go out with any other man. I wouldn't even think of it. I'm so glad to hear that you'd be jealous if I did, but I could never do that to you. I've already vowed that you're going to be the only man I ever have sex with and the father of my children before you know it. All I want to do is be naked for you and spread my legs for you so you can fuck me silly on an hourly basis, my handsome and hunky brother!"

Alan was pretty blown away by that, especially the part about her wanting him to be the father to her children. It was one thing to joke about that, but this wasn't joking.

She went on in a more sultry tone, "As a fuck toy, I shouldn't question you. I should just obey you without question. Good fuck toys shouldn't cause trouble, they should just spread their legs and gladly take your big demanding cock as it pounds your potent seed deep in our fertile wombs. And I especially shouldn't be causing trouble when it comes to your other fuck toys or future fuck toys. I'm trying to be totally obedient, but it's so hard. I get too jealous. I can't help it!"

"Sis, I don't want you to be a mindless sex toy. I like that you're intelligent and independent. Having an independent woman sometimes act like a sex toy is sexy, but don't stop being yourself. I need a good friend much more than I need a fuck toy. You're my sister! Did someone slip something in the water that made everyone so desperate to have sex with me all of a sudden? I don't get it."

"So you don't want me to be your fuck toy?" she asked, confused.

"Oh, I do. Call me selfish, but it really turns me on. I like that you get so damned horny all the time. I just wish I could please you more often, like you deserve to be pleased. I'm totally fine with you fucking other women. We should fuck more women together. That would be a happy solution."

"Now you're talking!" Her hand went down into his crotch and found his penis, which was now half hard and getting harder. But then she remembered he's told her not to touch it and she took her hand away.

He playfully pointed at her and commanded, "Busted. Banishment to the foot of the bed for you."

She scooted down the bed until she sat just past his feet. "Oops. Sorry, Big Javelin Bro. I was getting so excited there, but I forgot how tired you are. But that idea gets me so turned on. For instance, how would you like to get into a threesome with Suzanne? She may already be willing to do it. I'm game if you are."

"Don't even talk about that. My penis is cursing you just for mentioning it. But the other thing is, maybe I've been too cautious about not doing things with you around the house. With Dad gone and Mom turning into such a huge cocksucking enthusiast, I don't think we have to worry too much about getting caught as long as we don't actually fuck. I don't want to disobey Mom. But there's no reason why we can't be a little more physical, as long as Mom doesn't specifically prohibit the action. For instance, kissing. I don't remember her ever specifically saying you and I couldn't kiss on the lips. Probably because she didn't think she'd need to say that, but hey, the thing is she didn't say it. Or if I just wanted to go into your room and feel up your tits, would that be okay with you?"

"Brother! You know it would fine! I'm your fuck toy. I'll do anything you like. Anything. Anything! My body is literally your toy to play with 24 hours a day. Wake me up in the middle of the night if you feel like cupping a tit or whatever. I need to apologize to you again. Your fuck toy is so sorry for being jealous. Since you're the owner of this particular toy, it's your duty to punish me. I think you have to spank these jealous feelings clean out of me. Starting right now."

"What, you want me to spank you at this hour? That's totally going to wake Mom up. And then we'll be majorly busted."

"They don't have to be loud spankings. In fact, I'd prefer it if you gave rather mild spankings followed by lots of fingering of my pussy to make it all better. That shouldn't tax your penis."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't think that's much of a punishment. Sounds like a reward to me."

"Oopsie. Is it?" She put an extremely stupid expression on her face, and then broke out into giggles. "I guess you're right. You did just say you wanted to please me more often like I deserve to be pleased. You don't want to get your fuck toy all rusty from lack of use, do you?"

"Hey. I just gave you a good fucking this afternoon. And you're supposed to be behaving yourself in your banishment there."

Katherine was sitting up on his bed with her legs spread wide. Her fingers were spreading her pussy lips open as well, as a nonverbal invitation to fuck. She smiled naughtily and let go of her nether lips, but otherwise didn't respond to his admonishment.

Instead, she answered, "You did, and I love you for it, but that was hours ago!" She giggled some more. "Your fuck toy needs a good, solid brother-fucking every night before she can get to sleep. But a naughty spanking will do the trick in a pinch."

Alan shook his head in wonder at Katherine's constant teasing. He seriously considered the idea of a spanking. I could help her get off, and it'll leave my sorry penis safely away from her aggressive hands. Not a bad idea, actually. I really owe her more orgasms.

"I should be sooo asleep right now. I can hardly keep my eyes open. And my penis is crying for mercy. Today's been a weird day, but I guess every day has been a weird day these last weeks. But I'll do it to show you how much I love you."

"You will? Really? Cool! You're such a good brother. But first, I like what you were saying about kissing. I want my goodnight kiss too." She slid up the bed and they kissed on the lips for many minutes.

Alan was put in the paradoxical position of enjoying the electric kiss while trying to think unsexy thoughts to prevent a full erection.

At the end of the kiss, he said, "I really don't mean to neglect you. It would be a dream come true for me if we could fuck every day."

"I know that, Brother, I do. Sorry for being so demanding. I really do deserve a good spanking, so give me all you got."

Katherine bent over the edge of his bed and presented her ass to him. He stood up and spanked her repeatedly. The sound of his hands striking her ass cheeks wasn't so loud; it was about the same as a loud clap. He knew the walls of his room would muffle the sound and she diligently refrained from crying out.

Just as she'd hoped, his strikes weren't terribly hard, and there was actually much more fingering of pussy between the spanks. However, the spanks were harder than she expected, as he let out his subconscious frustration for her treatment of Amy.

As with the kissing, Alan had to think unsexy thoughts to preserve his penis. He kept his eyes closed and spanked blindly so he wouldn't get too turned on by the sight of his sexy and nude sister in such a submissive position. He was doing it solely for her pleasure.

She made it more difficult on him by talking between each spanking. She whispered things like, "Oh yes! Do it again. Your dirty, nasty sister needs another." So he gave her another slap.

She responded with, "Yes! So good! Brother is teaching sister her place. She needs his firm hand and his firm pole. Oooooh. Firm finger too!" That last comment was in response to the finger he put back in her pussy. "So nice, but give me another bitch slap with you finger wiggling around like that."

He spanked her again.

She replied, "Again! Again! Train me! Bend me! Mold me into the perfect fuck toy! But don't take your finger out! Oh good Lord fucking Jesus H. Christ! Yes!"

"Sssh," he whispered. "And don't call yourself a bitch. That's not nice."

"Show me who's boss! Spank me harder!"

She had several orgasms and left his hand coated in her pussy juice. Yet she still demanded more spankings. It wasn't surprising, since the spankings were hard enough to smart quite a bit but weren't intensely painful. They just heightened her overwhelming feeling of pleasure and elation like sour food making sweet food taste all the sweeter. Even though no single spanking was that tough, the sheer number of slaps took their toll and her ass cheeks turned rosy red.

After he gave her about twenty smacks, he looked at the clock and was startled at the time. His penis was hard, very hard, but he was sure it couldn't handle any more tactile stimulation so he hid it from Katherine. He whispered, "Crap. Spanking's over. Another half hour of sleep I've blown thanks to your visit. I'm going to be so hating life tomorrow that I can't even bear to think about it. Time for my Leaky Little Sister to get out of here. Go!" He slapped her on the butt one last time, making it particularly hard just for fun.

"Now that's the brother I love. We need to have these talks more often, especially if they always end in spankings. I like how you slapped me so hard. You're taking firm control of your sister. I love it. I felt like I died and went to fuck heaven." She giggled, "This'll keep me satiated for a few hours. Goodnight, my love!" She grabbed her robe from the floor and blew him a kiss.

Alan didn't have the energy to fully ponder her strange attitude. But he thought about some of what she'd said and especially about how she felt neglected. He set his alarm clock to three in the morning instead of the usual time and decided, I'll wake up then and see how I feel. I can always just go right back to sleep.

He fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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