SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 83: The Times They Are a-Changin'

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CHAPTER 1 (Saturday, November 30)

Susan was busy cleaning the kitchen when she heard the front door open and close.

"Honey, I'm home!" Suzanne shouted. That was a bit of a joke to herself, as if she were the father in some 1950s sitcom of domestic suburban bliss coming home after a long day of work.

Susan rushed to the front foyer and gave Suzanne a big smile followed by an even bigger kiss on the lips. She loved the way Suzanne was dressed in a formal yet sexy way, as usual, and was wearing seductive perfume, also as usual, and it fired her lust.

"Whoa," Suzanne protested after she finally got the chance to come up for air (although she didn't try to push Susan away). "Remember what I told you about behaving yourself while Christine is nearby."

Susan's face fell. "I know. I have to be normal."

Despite Suzanne's caution, she couldn't completely help herself, so she found her hands squeezing her best friend's clothed breasts a little bit. "Yes, but remember that it's only temporary. Soon enough, you'll be back to being a wanton sex cow, a milky mommy who loves shamelessly begging for her son's hot, sweet cum."

Susan stared dreamily off into space. "Mmmm... You promise?"

Suzanne replied, "I do. You only have to hang on to being normal for as long as Christine is still with our Sweetie."

She turned to walk through the living room towards the dining room, leaving Susan to trail blissfully in her wake. She conspiratorially confided over her shoulder, "In fact, I happen to know that a certain voluptuous Nordic blonde is very close to him right now."

Susan was suddenly bursting with excitement, so much so that she even grabbed Suzanne's blouse from behind rather forcibly, causing Suzanne to stop and face her. "Wait! What do you know?! Where have you been?! Tell all!"

Suzanne chuckled as she gently removed Susan's hands from her blouse. "I'll have you know that I've been at Brenda's, getting to know her better." She winked knowingly. "But, just before coming over here, I thought I'd stop by my house, change my clothes, and pick up some things, and while I was there... No, wait; why should I lie to you? You're my best friend, so no more lies, even little ones, if I can help it. I did change my outfit, but I have to admit I pretty much went home to peek into the backyard from a certain second-floor window."

Susan's eagerness only grew upon hearing that. "And?! And?!"

Suzanne chuckled some more. She loved Susan's passion. Playing hard to get, she turned and resumed casually walking into the dining room. But then she stopped and turned again to add, "And... unfortunately, I didn't see much. Amy and Christine were off together. I was way too far away to hear anything, but it looked like they were having a very serious talk. Sweetie was slumped in a chair, taking a nap. But what was really interesting was that all three of them were completely naked."

Susan's eyes went wide. "No! NO!" She pushed Suzanne in the chest just below her big boobs, forcing Suzanne to take a step back.

Suzanne chuckled yet again. "Yes! I'm guessing that they gave his cock a good draining, leaving him so wiped out that he needed to take a little rest. Mind you, that's just my speculation. Besides, I only peeked in on them for a minute, if that."

Susan exhaled passionately, "That's SO HOT!"

Suzanne smiled widely. "You want 'so hot'? I can't be completely sure, since I was a ways away, but I think I saw cum glistening on both Amy's and Christine's faces."

Susan's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She screamed, "NO! Just... NO! NOOOO! That is so AMAZING! Are you serious?!"

Suzanne nodded. She loved making Susan so happy.

"Gawwwwd! That's the best news EVER! That means Christine... she must have sucked Tiger's cock WITH Amy? Oh God! Pinch me!" She bounced up and down with sheer joy. "I know I said it's 'so hot' already, but this is even HOTTER! Suzanne, how can you just stand there looking calm when you know that?!"

Unable to restrain herself, she kissed Suzanne like her life depended on it.

Suzanne had to grab and hold Susan's wrists during the kissing, because she knew that if she didn't, Susan would have both of them naked in a flash. However, the mere act of holding her wrists set off Susan's submissive desires, keeping her as hot as burning lava.

The crest of Susan's lusty wave finally began to pass after a couple minutes. But then she stopped their necking and exclaimed, "Suzanne! This is HUGE! For all we know, Tiger could be taming Christine EVEN AS WE SPEAK! Mmmm! Oh my God!"

Suzanne was all smiles as she shook her head. "Not likely. I just came from that window literally a minute or two ago. Before that, I was at Brenda's, like I said."

Trying to calm down, Susan forced herself to ask, "Oh? And how was that?"

"Good, good." Suzanne looked around the kitchen and dining room area, taking a seat at one of the stools next to the kitchen counter. She made small talk to help Susan get back to normal. "Boy, you've been busy. You're making this place shine."

Susan smiled proudly. "Well, if there's one good thing with having to act normal for a while, it's giving me a chance to catch up on cleaning. Plus, I've got so much nervous energy, hoping that the taming is going well. I mean, what if Amy and Christine are taking turns bobbing on his sweet spot RIGHT NOW?! How can you just sit here when..."

She saw Suzanne giving her a stern and disapproving look, and realized she was getting carried away. "But enough of that. I need to think of other things. So, uh..." She forced herself to refocus. "Um, what were you doing at Brenda's?"

"I'm glad you asked. We talked about this and that." Suzanne replied airily, dismissively waving a hand, as if they'd been discussing color coordination in embroidery or something. Then she cocked her head to the side and got a thoughtful look as if remembering something. "Oh, and I fucked her in the ass with a strap-on she happened to have lying around." She got a wicked smile as she waited for the bomb to hit.

There was a pregnant pause, and then Susan gasped, right on cue. "WHAT?!"

"By the way, where's Angel?" Suzanne looked around, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She was enjoying this quite a lot.

"She's upstairs, taking a nap," Susan replied automatically. "But hey, don't try to change the subject! What's this about you fucking Brenda in the ass?!"

"Well... she kinda insisted..." Suzanne replied, thoughtfully, as if that somehow explained everything.

There was another long pause. "And...?" Susan finally prompted impatiently.

Suzanne finally stopped playing around, and smiled warmly. "Sit down and I'll tell you the whole story."

Susan was in the process of getting coffee for them both. She hurried that up, and then sat at the stool next to Suzanne. "Okay. 'Fess up. I want details. LOTS of details! Intimate details!"

Suzanne chuckled knowingly. "Well, you see... when I left Glory's apartment, I was feeling soooo horny-"

"Wait. Why? What were you doing there? What happened?!"

Suzanne had to go back and relate the story about what had happened with her, Alan, and Glory at Glory's place. That took about ten minutes.

Even though she tried to be dispassionate about it, since they were supposed to be acting "normally," both she and Susan got more than a little worked up over her story. Had they not been sitting on different stools they probably would have wound up naked with their legs entwined around each other.

But Suzanne got to the part about visiting Brenda as quickly as she could. "Well, as you can imagine, after all that I was more than a little hot and bothered, and I needed to blow off some steam. Unlike you, I've hardly cum at all today! Of course, my first instinct was to come back here and have fun with you and Angel, but then I remembered about having to behave ourselves while Christine is next door. So I thought I'd give Brenda a surprise visit."

"And?!" Susan was hanging on every word. But when Suzanne paused for dramatic effect, Susan looked down at her own chest. Frustration was written on her face, and her erect nipples were bothering her greatly. "Wait. Before you continue, do you mind if I take my bra off for a minute or two, to, uh, give it some air?"

Suzanne had a good laugh at that. The funny thing was, she imagined Susan's bra really needing an occasional break from its difficult task of straining to hold Susan's huge melons in captivity. "No, I don't mind... and if it was just the two of us, I'd lick my lips and say 'yes, please.' But all the same, you'd better not."

"Why not? We don't have to be THAT good. You should see how Angel and I woke Tiger up from his nap!" She wiggled her eyes suggestively, and licked her lips. "It took us a good twenty spermy minutes!"

Suzanne wanted to hear that story in full, but she figured it was better to wait, if she wanted them to stay clothed with Christine so dangerously close. So she pointed out, "Yeah, but there's a slippery slope. First you take off your bra, then I take off mine, and the next thing you know, we're writhing around on the floor with all our clothes off, in full view of anyone who walks in from the backyard next door."

Susan bit her lip in frustration, because she knew how true that was, and how good it could be.

Suzanne resumed her story. "So, anyway, I dropped in on Brenda. It turned out Adrian was out doing some early Christmas shopping with Anika, so we had the whole place to ourselves. I didn't even have to say anything when I arrived. Brenda simply dropped to her knees, bowed her head, and humbly asked, 'How may I serve you, Mistress?' Phew! I was NOT ready for her to do that, especially with such a heartfelt feeling of love and devotion! I mean, she did it so automatically and without the slightest trace of doubt that it took my breath away!"

Suzanne, feeling her lust rising from the memory, fanned herself with one hand. "Susan, I know you're very submissive, and that works great for you, not to mention our Sweetie, but you should try taking a walk on the other side from time to time. It's such a rush!"

Susan frowned. "I couldn't do that. That's not me. Serving my son and Master by loving his great mommy-splitting cock with my mind and body, heart and soul, is all I could ever want or need."

Suzanne countered, "Oh, come on. You've bossed Brenda around some, so you're perfectly capable of doing it. I can't even imagine how much fun Sweetie has, bossing all of us around every day. I mean, all I had to say to Brenda was 'Strip,' and... whoosh! She was able to take all her clothes off except her heels in seconds, without even getting off her knees. And of course she kept her collar. I don't know about you, but just seeing one of those collars gets me, well, 'so hot!' Seeing Brenda on her knees wearing that collar, her heels, and nothing else... damn! All I could think about was that she was Sweetie's slave. And then I remembered that I was wearing his collar too, and I'm one of his sex slaves as well. I swear, my pussy started gushing! And now, sitting here telling you this, I see you in your collar..."

She reached out and reverently caressed Susan's collar, while Susan did the same to hers at the same time. It was as if they were both in a trance - they lost track of time just staring at their collars and into each other's eyes.

Eventually, Susan whispered, "It's like... we're touching Tiger's control over us. Its physical manifestation..."

Suzanne nodded. Then she forced herself to cough, to take them out of the spell they were under. "Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Brenda's collar. We were still practically right at the front door, and I didn't know when Adrian and Anika would come back, so I ordered her to go to the middle of the living room. Well, at least I think that's what it was. She has so many rooms there, and they're so huge, with ceilings twice as high as this one! But I digress."

Attempting to refocus, Suzanne continued, "I was incredibly revved up from before, like I said, and then seeing Brenda kneeling there, wearing our Master's collar and thinking about what that signified... I needed relief! So I was keen to speed things up a little. I told her to lie down on the carpet but with her bare ass high in the air."

"What reason did you give her?" Susan asked.

"That's the thing, Susan. When you have a slave who is wholeheartedly devoted to you, you don't need to give a reason. I just told her what to do; I didn't give her a why. And she just did it."

"Oh, Gawwwwd!" Susan groaned lustily. "That's so hot! That's how Tiger treats me! He doesn't tell me why, he just tells me to SERVE. Even though I'm his mommy! His big-titted mommy!"

Suzanne looked at Susan, and in particular the way her hefty globes were heaving up and down in time to her labored breathing. She said, "Uh-oh. Let's take a break. Do you have some crackers? I could use some crackers."

Susan looked incredulous. But then she caught herself. "Oh. Right. We have to be normal. Drat!" She got up from the chair and went to a cabinet above the oven to get a box of crackers. "It's not fair, though. I mean, how are we supposed to behave when we have a Master who's just so..." - she breathed with a simmering, lusty heat - "masterly?"

Suzanne chuckled. A few short months ago, she wouldn't have been caught dead even thinking about sex, let alone sexual submission to her own son. And now, she can't STOP thinking about submitting herself to her son's cock! And hell, I've got to admit that I think about that a lot too. Bossing someone around like Brenda is great, but feeling the chains of being enslaved to my Master is even better. It gives me such a contented sense of belonging and possession, knowing that his love and bond to me is as strong as it could possibly be...

She stalled for time by eating some crackers while Susan returned to her stool and calmed down a little.

Finally, Suzanne said, "Where was I? Oh yes. I was just getting to the part where I spread Brenda's ass cheeks wide and fingered her anus. You know, to check up on how she was doing back there after her anal enslavement ceremony to a certain well-hung you-know-who." She winked. "Actually, I suppose I'd better skip past a few things, get to the strap-on part, and wrap this up quickly. You're getting too horny."

"I am not!" Susan protested hotly. But then she calmed down and reluctantly admitted, "Okay, maybe I am. A little... But you are too!" She pointed at Suzanne's nipples, which were obviously erect even through her blouse and bra. Plus, Suzanne's rack was rising up and down rapidly, due to her own heavy breathing.

Suzanne smiled as she also looked down at her rack. "I know. I'm guilty too. Just watching these puppies rise and fall can practically make me seasick. But regardless, we have to be good." She looked knowingly out towards the back patio.

Susan bit her lip again, and then nodded. She waited until her breathing was back to normal, and then shyly asked, "Suzanne, do you think we get... too... horny sometimes? I mean, I love it, and I know Tiger loves it, but it's like I don't have an off switch anymore. Actually, I do. In fact, I was doing pretty well before you arrived, even though I'm terribly anxious to find out what's happening next door. But the problem is that everything is so exciting to me that my switch gets turned back on too easily. It seems that there's always something that somehow reminds me of something else, which ends up getting me really hot!"

Suzanne replied seriously, "I know what you mean. I was kind of asking myself that on the way to Brenda's mansion: 'Can't I just cool off for a little while?' But I was so damn horny that it was like I couldn't say no. Actually though, trying to be normal like this is good. We should make this a regular practice. Maybe one day a week, we should do this all day long. We should wear bras and panties, even. It'll make us appreciate the other days more, give Sweetie a bit of a break from trying to please all of us all the time, and give us a chance to catch up on errands and whatnot."

Susan nodded, but she looked sad. "Good idea. But... do we really have to?"

Suzanne laughed. "We do. It'll be healthy, and even therapeutic. But if it's any consolation, it's not just us with the perpetual hornies. Brenda's just as bad, if not worse, if you can imagine that. In fact, when I headed to her place I didn't have any plans to fuck her ass at all; I just wanted to use a dildo on it as a kind of follow-up to what Sweetie did to her ass earlier. You know, I wanted to see how keen she was on being an anal sex slave to her mistresses in the harem, as well as to our Master."

Susan nodded again in understanding, and puckered her own asshole a little bit needfully.

"But after I did that to her and I'd given her a nice orgasm or two, she pulled out this huuuuge and incredibly long double-ended dildo, with straps and everything. She kind of held it up and looked at it curiously, as if thinking, 'Hmmm, where did this come from? I wonder what we could do with this? I sure hope Mistress Suzanne doesn't fuck me with it!'"

Suzanne laughed some more, recalling Brenda's facial expression. "Needless to say, she wasn't anywhere near as innocent as she looked. And being her Mistress, what choice did I have but to-"

CHAPTER 2

<Ding dong!>

Suzanne was interrupted in mid-sentence by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Susan looked to Suzanne in panic. "Who could THAT be?!"

Suzanne also looked alarmed. "I don't know, but it can't be good." What she meant was that she figured everyone who was in the know about the family's new lifestyle was already accounted for. Alan and Amy were in the backyard next door with Christine, Katherine was upstairs taking a nap, Glory was at home and probably still recovering from her recent visit by Alan and Suzanne, and Brenda was also almost certainly still at home recovering from Suzanne's visit.

Susan looked down at herself. "Well, look at me! I'm actually dressed normally for once, with a bra on, even! I guess I'd better check to see who it is." She resettled her breasts within the confining restraints of her bra cups, brushed her hair back into place with her hands, and got up.

"Let me come with you," Suzanne said as she also got up. "Even though our clothes are okay, we should try not to let whoever it is very far into the house. I'm so used to it that it's hard for me to tell, but I'll bet this place smells like sex."

Susan pouted, "It does. But I LIKE that smell!"

Suzanne just chuckled, because there wasn't time to properly respond to that. They hurried across the house to the door, double checking their appearance as they went.

Susan peeked through the peephole and announced, "Oh! It's Akami!" She looked to Suzanne for guidance, as usual. "That's okay, isn't it?"

"Very okay," Suzanne said. When she'd considered those "in the know," she'd forgotten about Akami, since they hadn't seen her in a while, and her arrival wasn't at all expected.

Susan opened the door and ushered Akami in. Then she quickly closed the door behind her, since she was so used to being naked or semi-naked that she felt like she had something to hide.

Akami was greeted with some pleasantries and hugs.

Suzanne was quick to ask, "This is a nice surprise. What brings you here? Is there some kind of problem?"

Akami smiled. "Absolutely no problem at all. Except one: it's been too long since I've seen any of you! I just thought I'd stop by and say hi."

Suzanne secretly felt very relieved. She was acutely aware of the fact that Akami knew the six-times-a-day secret, and Akami's continued participation in that deception was essential. So she figured that, in her case, no news was good news.

Susan also was feeling relief, just because their guest was someone in the know. She smiled, and said, "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Since things... uh, have changed around here, my social life has kind of died off. We don't exactly get many guests anymore. But where are my manners? Come on in! Your timing is great, since we're not doing anything special. Would you like a drink? Or a snack?"

The three of them moved to the dining room where, after Susan brought Akami a cup of coffee, they got to talking.

Suzanne asked, "Akami, just how long has it been?"

"Not that long, actually. I was here on Wednesday. That party with your friend Xania, remember?"

Susan thought back. "Oh yeah. Boy, that seems like YEARS ago! It's only been what, three days? But so much has happened since then that it's not even funny. Alan fucked you pretty good that night, didn't he?"

Akami smiled knowingly, and sensuously licked her lips in fond remembrance. "He did." She stared quite obviously at Susan's and Suzanne's outfits. "By the way, I feel like I must have walked into the wrong house. You two are dressed so... normally. You look like typical suburban housewives, aside from your outrageous curves, of course. I feel like I'm out of place."

Suzanne grinned. "Yeah, I don't think Alan will recognize you without your lab coat." Akami was wearing a stylish yet very sexy outfit that showed a lot of leg, bare shoulders, and a bare midriff.

Susan explained, "I feel all... weird. I'm wearing a bra, even, if you can believe it, and it feels so wrong!"

Suzanne helpfully prompted her, "You should mention why."

"Oh yeah. Alan is busy taming a gorgeous girl by the name of Christine. They're in Suzanne's backyard next door with Amy. The thing is, Christine is a stunning, busty blonde bombshell, not to mention smart as all get out and all kinds of talented - she'll make a great addition to the harem. But she still needs to be properly tamed. As long as she's so close, I have to play the role of a normal mom, on the off chance that she'll stop by before she goes home."

"Oh." Akami's disappointment was clearly written on her face.

Suzanne picked up on that, saying, "You were hoping to see Alan, weren't you?"

Akami blushed. "Um, well... yeah. But I'm happy to see you two, too! I'm keen to catch up on the doings of America's most interesting family."

Susan and Suzanne chuckled at that description.

Suzanne commented, "We might just be that. We'd make a pretty interesting X-rated reality TV show, at least. But don't worry; if you don't mind sticking around for a little while, you'll get a chance to see him, I'm sure. Christine and Amy have been over there practically all afternoon, and Alan's been there a good chunk of the time too. He'll be back. But I warn you, I doubt he'll be in much shape for any sexy shenanigans."

"Oh? Why is that?" Akami asked, trying to hide her disappointment without much success.

Suzanne replied wryly while gazing towards the glass door to the backyard, "Let's just say that Alan Junior has been a very busy bee today. He's been buzzing in a lot of different bonnets, pollinating a lot of different plants."

Susan proudly exclaimed, "My son is a total stud! He's a fucking MACHINE! Akami, are you up on all the latest harem news?"

"Probably not. We've spoken on the phone once or twice since Wednesday, but those calls were short and we didn't really have time to catch up."

Susan scanned her memory. "Oh, that's right. So much has happened since then that it's easy to lose track of a few phone calls." She turned to Suzanne.

Suzanne could guess what Susan wanted to ask, so she said, "Sure, go ahead, tell her everything. If there's one person who knows everything, it's Akami. She can be trusted one thousand percent." She stared at Akami intently as she said this, non-verbally conveying the importance of keeping secrets, especially the essential six-times-a-day secret.

Akami nodded. "Absolutely. Now that Dr. Fredrickson is out of my hair, there's no problem at all. You couldn't even torture anything out of me."

Suzanne gave her a feral look. "Maybe. But it would be fun to try."

"Oh dear," Susan said sadly. "I'm afraid I have to say it, but until Christine leaves and we get the all-clear, we can't have any hanky panky at all. Not even an extra friendly kiss. I'm under strict orders to not even take my bra off, if you can believe it, and I can't tell you how much that's killing me!"

Akami chuckled. "Susan, you've become such a wonderfully sexual woman. Remember how you used to be, back when you came in for your first appointment?"

"Ugh! Don't remind me." She felt a pang of despair, thinking about how her life with Ron used to be. But then her thoughts drifted to that first appointment itself. "Although... in retrospect, that was really hot. Mmmm... seeing Tiger's big cock for the first time... Smelling his yummy cum... Little did I know all the love and joy that would follow... Hot, spermy joy... Mmmm..." She spaced out, drifting in blissful memory.

Suzanne snapped her fingers in front of Susan's face. "Hello? Earth to Susan: Come in, Susan!" She chided, "Not only do we have to keep our clothes on, we can't get ourselves too worked up with sexy talk."

Susan came back from her reverie. "Oh, poo! Where's the fun in that? What can we talk about, then? There's so much I want to tell Akami, but pretty much all of it is really HOT!"

Suzanne laughed. "Go ahead. I'll be a referee to make sure you don't get overheated."

"Goody! Akami, everything is too wonderful to be believed! Oh boy. Where to start? Oh! I know!" She tilted her head back and brought a hand up to her black collar. "Look! Tiger has collared us!"

Akami quickly looked at Suzanne.

Suzanne also tilted her head back and brushed her curly hair back to show off her collar. "It's true. Alan's formalizing his harem. These collars signify that we've sworn to be his sex slaves."

"Forever!" Susan added excitedly.

"Wow!" Akami said with genuine awe. "That's just so... extraordinary. He's only an eighteen-year-old boy, for goodness sake, and look at you two... May I ask who the official harem members are at this point?"

Suzanne answered. "Certainly. There's Susan, me, Amy, and Katherine, all of whom you obviously know already. Plus, there's Brenda, whom you met at one of our poke-her parties. And then there's Glory, who happens to be Alan's history teacher. Have you met her?"

Akami shook her head no. "Wow. I'm staggered. One boy and six women?! What about Xania?"

"She's kind of an associate," Suzanne explained. "She's not certain what she wants, so we're giving her some time to work out her priorities."

Susan butted in. "She's totally harem-worthy, though! I'm sure she'll join in before too long. Plus, Tiger is in the middle of taming Christine right now. I'm really rooting for her, and Suzanne says he's giving it to her good!"

Suzanne held up a hand and clarified, "That's a bit of an exaggeration. I was changing clothes back at my place a while ago, and before I left to come here I peeked in the backyard. I was too far away to see much, but the three of them were completely naked, so I took that as a good sign."

Susan whispered to Suzanne excitedly, "And the cum on their faces! What about that?! You've gotta tell her about that!"

Suzanne whispered back, loudly enough for Akami to hear, "Hold your horses. I'm not 100 percent sure on that."

Akami looked back and forth between them in disbelief. "So Alan's harem could grow even larger? That's just... nuts. I mean, no offense. I know he's a virile guy, but he is only ONE guy. Aren't you worried he could be spread too thin?"

"Definitely," Suzanne said firmly. She looked hard at Susan, making sure she wouldn't be contradicted. "Things are getting a bit out of control, even considering that getting Christine to join is a long shot at best. We're trying hard to close the door to any more new hotties before the whole town moves in with us. By the way, you're not interested in joining the harem, are you?"

Akami shook her head firmly. "Absolutely not. I'll admit, it probably would be a fun way to live, but it's not for everyone. For starters, I like Alan a lot, but I don't love him, and I think you'd have to love him to make things work."

"That's true," Susan agreed. She wasn't upset because, although she liked Akami a lot, she didn't feel that Akami had a body that was Alan-worthy enough for the harem. Knowing that Akami didn't want to join was a relief, because she could keep her opinion to herself and not hurt anyone's feelings.

Akami went on, "Plus, I figure you'd have to be on the submissive side, and I don't really work that way. Sure, maybe in bed for fun every once in a while, but not as a permanent lifestyle. I value my freedom too much to give myself to anyone forever. Heck, that's why I'm not even that keen on marriage."

"That's what I thought," Suzanne said. "That's why the idea never even occurred to me. You're just not the type."

Akami nodded. "But I wish you all the best. I'd still love to be a frequent guest at your parties and whatnot, if you're still open to having guests."

Suzanne said, "Certainly. But I've gotta warn you, Alan says his first priority is going to be spending time with his women. The women in his harem, I mean. Even a week or two ago, he seemed keen on fucking every beautiful woman that moved, but he's evolving fast as he focuses on his harem, by which I mean us."

She smiled at Susan, and Susan smiled back. "So I imagine we aren't going to have that many special parties with extra guests anymore."

Akami nodded. "I understand. If he's got six women in his harem, I'll be lucky to see him at all! That's a lot like having six wives, isn't it?"

"It's exactly like that," Suzanne nodded. "Especially if you toss in a few mistresses for good measure. That means, and I'm sorry I have to say this, but we've got to be more careful who his sexual partners are. For instance, if you're having sex with other people, that could be a problem."

Akami blanched at that, and replied, "Uh-oh. That could be a very big problem. Let's get back to that later. But no matter what happens with that, I'd still like to be friends with you all. I feel like I was privileged to be there at the start of something very special and unique, and I kind of want to see that my 'baby' grows up well. And that's true even if you don't need me anymore for the medical treatment side of things."

Susan and Suzanne both smiled at that.

Susan said, "That's wonderful. I love it! And we'd love to have you in our lives as a good friend. Our door is always open for you. And I certainly hope we can keep the Wednesday poke-her party tradition going, at least. It's just that Alan may not always be available. I do have to admit that we're taking care of the medical treatment pretty well-"

Suzanne snorted. "Ha! You could say that again! We don't even keep track of how many times Sweetie, I mean Alan, cums each day anymore, since his daily average is well over six. Heck, I dare say that it would be tough to see how he could be any more sexually stimulated. His balls are pretty much drained dry at all times."

Susan beamed with satisfaction. "It's true! Isn't it wonderful? Suzanne, just hearing you say that makes me-"

Suzanne interrupted, and finished the sentence. "'SO HOT!' Color me shocked." She couldn't help but smile though. "Akami, needless to say, Susan gets 'so hot' quite a lot. We hear that about twenty times a day."

Akami smiled too. "Awww, that's cute. I'm envious. You all have so much fun. That's one reason I wanted to stop by. I must admit I wouldn't exactly mind having Alan fuck me, but that's just one part of the appeal of coming here. You all seem to be having so much FUN all the time!"

"That we do," Susan said proudly. "I can't wait to tell you all the things that have happened since Wednesday! Not to mention some of the things that happened before then that you may have missed."

"Pray tell!" Akami enthused. "And I've got some interesting things to tell you too."

"Good," Suzanne said. "That'll help pass the time. To be honest, we're just kind of marking time right now until Alan comes back. We can't wait to hear how things went with Christine. Call it a gut instinct, but I sense that what happens with her today could determine whether we end up with her in the harem or not. At the very least, it's a key step on a long, uncertain road."

The three of them started sharing stories about their recent adventures, with Susan and Suzanne doing most of the talking, since they had a lot of adventures to share.

CHAPTER 3

Christine's heart was pounding. Previously, she'd always felt at ease around Alan and Amy, but she was still naked and Alan's thick erection was hanging there right in front of her. Plus, she was very worried that he'd misunderstand her making out with Amy and would think she was into girls.

So she tried to put up a brave front before a prolonged silence would make things even more awkward. She said, "So tell me a good dumb blonde joke."

He grinned. "Sorry. How am I supposed to come up with one with you sitting in front of me like that? All the blood has gone from my brain to somewhere, uh... else." That was true enough, since Christine was squatting right in front of him while up on her toes, as if she were ready to start a blowjob at any moment.

She said wryly, "Yeah, I wonder where." She couldn't believe that she was bold enough to be even that suggestive, especially since she was brazenly staring at his stiff cock from up close as she said it. She didn't want to ogle, but she couldn't help herself.

He kept on grinning, and said, "I can't tell you a dumb blonde joke, but I've got a sexy blonde question."

"Okay, lay it on me." She almost blushed as she realized the possible double meaning in that, since she was longing for him to bring his erection to her. She was having a hard time thinking about anything but his fat dick, jutting out rigidly only a foot or two in front of her, and how it might feel in her hands or mouth again.

Just being that close to it was making her dizzy, so she stood up.

He moved in closer and put his hands on her shoulders. "How many smart, sexy, and all-around incredible blondes does it take to get my heart beating so hard that I feel like I'm going to pass out, time after time after time these past couple years?"

Her mouth suddenly went dry, and she gulped. Oh God! He feels like that about me too?! She was too emotionally overcome to reply.

He answered smoothly, "One. You. You do that to me."

"Oh God!" She was staggered by how much his simple but heartfelt words affected her.

Their heads drew closer, ever so slowly, until they started French kissing.

Alan was learning how to integrate his kind "Good Alan" side with his more aggressive "Bad Alan" side. Even as their loving kiss continued, he gently but firmly took Christine's hand and brought it to his stiff cock.

Christine was shocked, but it couldn't be said that she was upset. In fact, she'd been longing to do just that, but even now, after a full afternoon of having her sexual barriers demolished, a part of her still resisted. So she was glad to be "forced" into submission, which further fueled her Wonder Woman fantasies, and that made her think about the nearby costume, which inflamed her arousal to an even higher level. She immediately started jacking him off.

She'd done that earlier in the day, but only ever so briefly. She'd been terrified at the time, but now it wasn't that big a deal, considering that she'd had practice sucking him in the interim. Her heart still pounded wildly, and she thrilled to his kiss and to every touch, but she also had a certain brazenness that she'd lacked before. This time she didn't just shyly or mechanically stroke him; she very ably pleasured him, letting her love and passion flow through her hands. She even managed to experiment with different rhythms and moves to see what worked best.

Once Alan felt that she was getting into her stroking, he got busy further exploring her body. As he pulled on her nipples, he thought with awe, I can't believe I can just reach out and touch her nipples, and she doesn't sock me in the jaw! He held her tits from below, feeling their weight. Talk about a kid in a candy store! So bouncy and firm, but still squeezable!

After a couple of minutes, she had to break the kiss to snicker. "Come on, Alan. What's with you and boobs? You know there's more to me than just my breasts." She said this because he'd been fondling her huge melons to the exclusion of nearly everything else. She loved it, especially the way he treated her nipples (being neither too gentle nor too rough) and caressed the undersides and sides, and her big smile showed her feelings. But still, the rest of her body felt neglected.

Continuing to hold and fondle his hot dick, she leaned back and tried to strike a sexy pose to entice him to run his hands elsewhere. But since she was reaching out with her hands at his crotch, her boobs were squeezed together and pushed up and out between her stiff arms, ironically drawing even more attention to her incredible E-cups. XX09

His heart thumped like a sledge hammer, but he tried to play it cool, and gave Christine an "awww, shucks" look. "Hey, you know me. Boobs are like my kryptonite."

She gave a knowing glance at his crotch. She ran a fingertip all the way up and down his long shaft as she teased, "Does kryptonite give Superman a super hard erection? Is that why he has such trouble fighting, 'cos he's doubled over and wincing with a Superstiffy?"

Alan had a good laugh at that. He especially appreciated the joke, since Christine wasn't known for her sense of humor. He commented, "This is so great! Christine, we've still got our bond of friendship, and that's not gonna change, and we're adding a sexual dimension that'll make everything ten times better. I feel so comfortable with you. This is really GOOD!"

She smiled while running her fingertips up and down his thick pole a couple more times. She was so close that she could blow on it, and she did. She loved the way that made him shiver all over.

Then she pulled herself close and back into his embrace, all the while keeping both hands moving up and down his hot and pulsing pole. "It is. Although I kind of feel like this is just a dream, and I'm about to wake up. And then it'll disappear in a puff of smoke." Her mood turned sad as she said those words.

"What? Why?"

She shook her head and stared into space, even as she kept stroking him. "I don't know what happened to me today. This isn't me! I guess the credit, or maybe the blame, should go to Amy. Where'd she go, anyway?" Given the way that Amy had behaved all day, Christine was surprised that she wasn't there stroking Alan too, or leaning over her shoulder with advice, or something.

As if on cue, Amy came skipping out the back door of her house carrying a ghetto blaster and a handful of CDs. Even though she'd gone into her own house, she'd done so naked, so her big tits bounced freely as she skipped along. She'd overheard Christine's last comment, so responded, "I'm right here! I was just getting some tunes. When I stroke O.B.'s big fat dick, I like to do it to some groovy music!"

Amy had spoken quite loudly, since she was still a ways away when she started speaking. That caused Christine to say sarcastically, "Amy, can you say that any louder, so the whole neighborhood can hear you?"

Amy looked at her strangely, now that she was standing nearby, and said, "M'kay. Whatever floats your boat." She cupped her hand to her mouth and took a deep breath, as if preparing to yell. As she inhaled, she made sure to arch her back, thrusting out her tits.

Christine slapped her forehead in frustration with one hand while continuing to hold Alan's cock with the other. It was as if she couldn't let go of it to save her life.

Then, before Amy had a chance to shout, Alan said, "Aims, please! Christine was just joking."

Amy hadn't been about to shout, since she knew that if she delayed long enough someone would stop her. But she liked to take advantage of such situations to reinforce Christine's belief that she was an airhead, as well as a sexually free spirit. It was always an advantage to be underestimated, especially since she knew that there would be hard bargaining ahead with Christine to finalize "The Deal."

Amy sat down next to Christine and put her hand on Christine's back in a very familiar manner. In her usual bright and cheery tone, she asked, "Hey, is it just me, or does this place totally smell like aroused pussy or what?" Her eyes opened wider. "It does! Cool beans! Wow, C, you must really be hot to trot, since we're outside and everything."

Christine just slapped her forehead in frustration. But she also sniffed the air and realized Amy was right. To say that she was embarrassed was a great understatement, but she didn't know what to do about her sopping wet pussy, which was getting wetter all the time.

Seeing that she was irking Christine too much, Amy changed the topic by asking, "So, like, what's your favorite kind of music?"

Christine admitted, "I'm not really that into music." Like Suzanne, her preference was classical music, but she figured that wasn't a "cool" thing to say. She brought her other hand back to Alan's boner, trying to cover it with both hands, to hide all of it from Amy's eyes. However, it felt so good in her fingers that she couldn't help but pump up and down its length. She felt strangely self-conscious about what she was doing because of Amy's reappearance (especially because Amy was blatantly staring at how her hands were stroking his dick).

Amy wasn't deterred even slightly by Christine's answer. "Well, don't worry, I've got all kinds: the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, B*Witched... ooh! And here's a brand new CD by the Sugababes! Let's play that!" She looked at Christine and asked in a saucy tone, "Are you a freak like me?"

"What?" Christine didn't know that the Sugababes had a current hit called 'Freak like Me,' so the question was very puzzling for her. She'd never even heard of the Sugababes, which wasn't too surprising since they were only big in Europe.

She looked back at the thick rod sliding in her hands. Weird. I didn't expect it to be this wet all the time. It's so slippery! Her hands sloshed all over, occasionally making odd squishy noises.

Alan said, "Hold on." He let go of Christine's fantastic rack and rifled through the dozen or so CDs Amy had brought. He loved Amy to pieces, but the one thing about her that drove him crazy was her love of mindless dance pop (especially since she loved to play the same few CDs over and over, and sing and dance to them).

While Alan was making his selection, Christine was still feeling a bit strange because of Amy's reappearance. Seeing Amy exit the house reminded her that there was a wider world out there, and that one didn't just sit in the nude playing with a penis all afternoon. She said to Amy, "You know, when you were in there, you could have gotten both of us some clothes."

Amy pretended to ponder that. She could have easily pointed out Christine's hypocrisy in complaining about nudity even while she was stroking Alan's boner with both hands, but that wasn't Amy's way. Instead, she brightened, and said, "Yep! I could have!" She winked playfully.

Christine had to laugh, and her worries faded for the moment. Amy brought such a sense of fun that Christine simply couldn't get that uptight. She thought, Well, I might as well get used to the nudity as best I can. It seems like I'm gonna be naked and playing with Alan's cock a lot from now on, if I really get to be his second girlfriend. Amy thinks I won't be able to handle all the weirdness, but I'll show her!

She pointed out to Amy, "I see you must have cleaned your face when you were in the house."

"Yep!" Amy replied. "I totally loooove my O.B.'s cum on my face, but it does get sticky after a while. Speaking of which, you still have some of it here and there. Let me help you." She carefully wiped off the last of Alan's cum on Christine, since it was getting sticky on her too.

Christine was very grateful. But she thought to herself, Why does she bother though? It'll just be a matter of time before he paints me with a fresh load! Hmmm... Why does that thought both gross me out and turn me on? I hate this sex stuff. It's just too... weird!

Meanwhile, to Alan's relief, he noticed a mix CD he'd made of his favorite classic Motown hits, so he held it up. "How 'bout this one?"

"Cool beans!" Amy grabbed the CD and put it in the stereo. Luckily for Alan, there were a few areas where his musical tastes overlapped Amy's, mostly for music with driving beats and catchy melodies. Motown was one of those rare areas of intersection.

The Temptations' classic "My Girl" started to play.

Alan wasn't a great singer, but even as Christine continued to jack him off, he stared lovingly into her eyes and crooned along with the song:

"I've got sunshine
on a cloudy day
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May

"Well, I guess you'll say
what can make me feel this way?
My girl, my girl,
talkin' 'bout my girl"

The words were simple, and the gesture was nothing elaborate or even planned, but Christine was profoundly touched. She was more of a "true romantic" than most of Alan's other lovers, so little romantic gestures like this went a long way with her.

In fact, it was this very moment that started Christine's love of Motown music. That would turn out to have a nice benefit, since Alan was quite a Motown aficionado, and it would give them another mutual interest to talk about.

Alan had planned to sing the entire song, but he didn't even manage to get to the start of the second verse, because Christine was so overcome with love and lust that she pretty much attacked him. She actually knocked him backward onto the grass in her enthusiastic need to kiss him that very second.

She wound up on top of him. Before she got a chance to lock lips with him again, she felt his erection poking straight up just behind her ass, slightly enfolded by her ass cheeks. In fact, she could feel the heat of his boner warming her wet pussy.

That was so exciting and dangerous that she felt woozy. She knew it wouldn't take much for that steel pole to shift and puncture her hymen.

She slid down his body so her pussy wouldn't be in such a predicament. His boner wound up under her taut tummy, but she was able to reach between them and grasp it. Before long, she was kissing him while rapidly jacking him off, as if her life depended on getting him to cum right away.

Alan's hands went to her ass cheeks, where he held her as if he were holding on for dear life. That wasn't far from the truth, because he was clenching his PC muscle hard, fighting the urge to cum. He loved the fact that she was being the aggressor while he mostly just lay there and enjoyed what she was doing to him. He also loved the fact that she simply couldn't stop smiling, which showed that she too was having a great time.

Amy returned to her role of sexual cheerleader. "You GO, girl! Wow! ... I can't even see what you're doing with your hand, but judging from the way your arm is shaking rhythmically all over the place, you must really be stroking up a storm! ... Jerk that cock! Wooooo! Oh, and remember his sweet spot! Don't get so herky-jerky with your fast pumping that you forget all about that spot. Sometimes less is more."

Not surprisingly, there was no reply, since Alan and Christine were far too busy kissing and fondling to talk. However, Christine did alter her rhythmic movements to focus more on Alan's sweet spot.

Amy just kept on. "See what I mean about music? I always love to suck him or stroke him to some good, bouncy tunes. You can totally get into the groove and stroke right along with the rhythm. You should try it! But the main thing is, keep going all fast, and pump and pump and pump him like you're already doing so well, until he shoots his sperm all over your tummy!"

Christine thought, Typical Amy. That girl drives me crazy! But at the same time, I have to admit that it's hard not to love how she is just so, well, Amy-ish.

She returned her focus to jacking off Alan's cock. She loved how hot and alive if felt in her hand. She slid off his body somewhat so she could occasionally look down along their bodies and see what her hand was doing. She really wanted to get him to cum without any help from Amy, and she was testing out all the tricks she'd read about in her sex books.

CHAPTER 4

Eventually his surge of passion passed. All of Christine's efforts to get him to cum with her fast stroking came to naught, and she was forced to admit defeat when her hand got too tired to keep up the pace. They wound up sitting up, but with their bodies even more entwined than before.

Amy had the sense to give them a little space, at least for a while. While she sometimes chimed in with a suggestion or encouraging words, this time she refrained from getting physically intimate with either of them.

However, she stayed close, lingering behind Alan with an arm around his back so she could look Christine's way and observe closely. She also didn't miss the chance to hype Alan's stamina. "Don't feel bad, C. You think you're gonna get him to cum. You can feel it pulsing and hot. Really hot! You KNOW it's gonna happen! And then, just when you can almost feel the splooge splattering all over your face, you poop out and can't keep stroking or sucking. It happens to us all. He's got some kind of super duper spermalicious wondergasmic mega-boner! That's why it's good to work as a team to help conquer it. Well, at least until it gets hard again." She winked and smiled.

Amy hoped that might give Christine the idea to invite her to join in.

But Christine just rolled her eyes. The mention of "us all" reminded her of the harem and depressed her a little.

Even though Christine continued to hold and sometimes stroke Alan's boner - she felt like she couldn't let go of it! - things calmed down enough for their conversation to resume. Alan said, "Hey, Christine, I've got a question."

"Shoot."

Amy joked, "Watch out! He might do just that!" She giggled. She added more seriously, "You never know. Even with his great self-control, sometimes his cock just decides to squirt."

Alan said, "Actually, that is true; I do lose control unexpectedly at times, but I'm good right now. I certainly don't have a 'wondergasmic mega-boner!'" He and Christine grinned at that, but he also knew that he could benefit from being modest since Amy was providing all the hype for him.

He continued, "What you're doing to it feels really nice. Anyway, Christine, you mentioned something earlier about how you were sad because you felt like you were in a dream but it was going to disappear in a puff of smoke. What did you mean by that, and how can we fix it? You know I want to make you happy."

Christine frowned because of that reminder about those feelings. She stared down at her sliding hands as she explained, "Yeah, well... I wish you could help, but I don't see how. You see, this isn't really me. It's like I'm living in an alternate reality where all my sexual hang-ups are just... gone. Poof! But no one can change that quickly. I KNOW that, in a matter of hours, you two will be gone and I'll be back to the same old me, pretty much. The thing is, I'm in the middle of some kind of sex tornado. The feelings are just soooo good and soooo intense, I never want this to end! But it WILL end."

She continued even more emphatically, "Eventually, I'm gonna have to return to reality. But I don't want to go back! I love this! I love being so free and uninhibited, without a little voice telling me 'No' all the time. I love being wanton and sexy! I love holding and stroking your big cock."

She was jacking off his shaft with two hands without really thinking, but now she examined her stroking hands and thought about what she was doing. "In fact, I just love the fact that I can call it a 'big cock.' Normally, there's a part of me that simply won't allow me to even go there, even in my own thoughts! ... And it is quite a big one, isn't it?"

Amy chimed in. "Definitely!"

The busty blonde looked around the backyard. "This place has become like some kind of magical land for me. It's like I've fallen down the rabbit hole and I'm in Wonderland. I don't want to go back home, ever! All the things that I care about so much - my homework, my martial arts practice, my daily exercise regimen, the various books I'm in the middle of reading - I don't care about them anymore! Of course, that's not really true, but it's how I feel at this very moment, and it scares me. I just want to be naked and do fun and sexy things with you!"

She turned to Amy. "Hell, it's kind of embarrassing to admit, but I even want to do sexy things with you too!" She quickly added, "You know, not like SEX sex, but in a kind of limited, 'practicing for Alan' kind of way, with just kissing and stuff. I'm not into... you know... But even doing only that much was FUN!"

Amy just nodded and smiled. She knew better than to say anything on that touchy subject.

Christine looked down at her fingers rubbing against Alan's sweet spot. My hands are soaked with pre-cum, and yet more flows out all the time. I should be grossed out by all these body fluids, but I just love stroking this fat thing! She looked back up at Alan's face pleadingly. "Can we just stay here forever? Please?"

When there was no immediate reply, she looked around the backyard, and joked, "Look at all this land. We can plant crops here; we'd never have to leave." Repositioning herself, she lapped at the tip of his cockhead as if trying to sway his opinion on this, while at the same time she kept pumping one hand firmly up and down his thick shaft.

Alan chuckled at that as he caressed her big tits from below. "Unfortunately, no. And the fact is, you're right, things will go back to normal. I'll bet you'll wind up reading one of your books later tonight."

"Nooooooo!" Christine whined. She defiantly stroked his cock even more vigorously while also licking her way all around his cockhead. She'd meant to just tease him with a little licking, but once her tongue got started on it, she couldn't stop.

She could very easily have started sucking his pole at that point, but she was feeling daunted by how taxing that had been. Licking and stroking was much easier, and made her feel almost as good.

Alan reached up and brushed one of her curly locks back, since it was getting in the way of his tit-play. Then he sank his fingers deep into her tit-flesh, causing her to close her eyes and moan ecstatically. She redoubled her tongue "attack," sliding her lips against his cock without actually taking it into her mouth.

He continued, as she covered his cockhead with loving kisses, "And the odds are good that you won't be able to just pop back into this mood with the snap of your fingers. You do have all these barriers. They're down right now, but they'll be back up tonight, I'm sure. But here's the thing. This isn't a boast; I'm just stating a fact: I now know how to tear down those walls of yours at any time. I can guarantee you that this is just the beginning. It only gets better from here. You think you feel good now? Just wait until we really get into it!"

She protested while her fist continued to pump up and down his shaft, "No! Impossible! I already said earlier to Amy that if sex feels this good, people would do nothing but have sex all day. The world economy would collapse! And you're saying it gets BETTER?!"

He leaned forward and replied firmly, "It does." Then, since he was there, he licked up her neck, along her jawline, and finally blew air into her ear.

That caused her to feel such an unexpected surge of lust that her hand temporarily lost her cock-stroking rhythm; she had to stop kissing or licking his dick when she shifted positions in response to his attentions on her neck.

Amy suddenly leaned forward and whispered in Christine's other ear, "It really does!" She licked her way around that ear and down her neck before pulling back.

Christine shivered, because Alan could tell what Amy was doing, and he licked his way around the ear he was already blowing air into. It seemed unbelievably naughty, not to mention arousing, to have two different people licking her ears at the same time.

She responded by pumping Alan's cock even more vigorously, although her mouth was still too far from his cockhead to keep licking it. Cum, dammit! Cum, already!

Alan pulled back a bit to make eye contact with her again. "The thing is, you have all these mental blocks, but your body is built for sex! It's hard to get your sexual motor running, but once you get into it you're all easily-aroused erogenous zones. I haven't just been fondling you willy-nilly for my own pleasure; I've been studying your reactions, and learning. For instance, I've discovered that you really like it when I do this." He lightly grazed his hands down her tummy, barely touching the almost invisible hairs there.

She shivered visibly with lust.

"And you like this." He caressed her tummy more firmly, but in a way that made her shiver and tingle even more. However, she also relaxed, like a contented kitten being petted. She even purred like a kitten, and gave him the most adorable and cute look.

Then his hands went up to her boobs. He explained, "And I've been studying your breasts quite extensively. It turns out they're quite sensitive, but not how I expected. Your nipples seem to have only average sensitivity. And touching some other areas doesn't do much for you. But when I caress the undersides like this, your face lights up like a Christmas tree."

As he said that, he cupped and fondled the curvy lower slopes of her huge rack, and, sure enough, her face lit up and her eyes went wide. "Oh God!" she cried out. She tried to repay the pleasure by jacking him off with the techniques she'd figured out were working best. But she was frustrated that he didn't seem close to cumming, judging by the fact that he wasn't even panting or breathing hard. Her hands were still too tired to keep up the necessary pace.

She thought, All those times he stared at my breasts like a starving man eyeing a four-course meal. If I'd only known his touch felt this good! He's gonna make me cum just from playing with me up there!

Amy giggled as she watched from up close. "You see? This is one big advantage to having a man with his own harem. He knows a woman's body so well! And things he learns from his other women he can use on you." Her hand was exploring Christine's back now, and that seemed fairly tame compared to everything else, but it added to Christine's pleasure.

Christine clenched her teeth in frustration at Amy's reminder about all his other lovers. It seemed that every time things were going great, Amy accidentally said something to upset her.

(What she didn't know was that Amy knew very well what she was saying, and was already trying to ease Christine into the harem by many small steps, such as getting her used to viewing the harem in a different light by discussing its benefits.)

Alan was on a roll. "But I'm only getting started. There's one place I've never even touched you, and that's..." He let his hand wander down her tummy again, continuing down her lower abdomen.

Christine's heart leapt to her throat as she realized where his hand was going. Her eyes opened even wider than before. She wanted to shout "NO!" In fact, her sexual barriers weren't completely gone, just mostly dormant at the moment. However, she forced herself to ignore her worries and stay silent, to see where he would take her.

After an almost agonizingly long time, his fingers finally made it to her pussy, where he took her big clit between his fingers.

She bit her lip. Amy had touched her there quite a lot today, but it was a totally different thing when Alan did it. For some reason, it felt much better, and way more intense. She almost couldn't handle it, and had to fight the urge to tell him to stop touching her there. She reflexively brought her hands up to protect herself, causing her to stop stroking his dick, at least for now.

He finally said, "here." It had actually been a couple of minutes since he'd started his sentence "There's one place I've never even touched you, and that's...", because he'd teased and prolonged the moment for so long. So much time had passed that the girls had to think back to realize he was finally finishing that sentence.

Now that he'd reached her most sensitive spot, he let go of her clit and guided her body down until she was lying with her back on the grass.

She'd been panting hard, but when he resumed pinching her throbbing clitoris between his index finger and thumb, she pulled her legs up and suddenly blurted out, "No! Not my clit!"

Alan wasn't deterred in the slightest, and kept gently but firmly tugging on her clitoris. "Why not?"

"Don't look at it! It's... it's... it's freakish." She closed her eyes and blushed.

Alan stilled his fingers for a moment, and then said firmly, "No, it's not. Seriously, stop thinking that. What is a clit, anyway? It's a bundle of nerves, right? So, if you have an extra big one, that means you have a lot more nerves than usual. And that means more pleasure. So you're actually blessed."

She just whimpered helplessly, because he was continuing to drive her wild with his clitoral manipulation. She asked with trepidation, "What are you doing to me?!"

"I'd love to play with your big, beautiful clit all day, but I think it's time I explore your lovely pussy too."

"OH GOD!" She bit her lip.

He touched all around her clit and pussy lips, but mostly avoided touching them directly. He was stoking her fires.

She thought, I'm lying on my back, buck naked, and Alan's playing with my pussy! Is he going to fuck me today? Oh God! He might! I'm just so in love with his touch that I can't say no to anything. I'm falling deeper and deeper under his spell! He's like some kind of sex demon, with a damn harem, and yet I love him!

Damn clitoris! Damn you to Hell! I hate you! Not only are you too big, but you're making me feel too good! I'm slowly losing my mind to lust and joy, and yet he's probably only getting started!

Amy, again, watched from up close. She actually rested her boobs on Christine's tummy. "C, just you wait. He's really good at this. He's gonna blow your mind!" Now that she knew how unusually sensitive the undersides of Christine's boobs were, she used a hand to brush her own hair back and forth against them there.

That's what I'm afraid of! Christine whimpered helplessly, because the hair tickled her, but it also aroused her even more than Alan's fingers when he'd touched her there. (Of course Amy knew well, from her own practice with Kat, where a woman's erogenous zones were, and how to stimulate them for maximum effect.)

But while Amy did that, her eyes were locked on Christine's pussy. "Wow, girl, you're WET! Your inner thighs are just SOAKED! Geez, Louise!"

Christine closed her eyes in embarrassment. "Amy, don't say that!" But in fact, even though Amy's observation was humiliating, it only increased her arousal. In fact, it seemed that everything was increasing her arousal, higher and higher and higher. Masturbation had never felt this good; it wasn't even close.

Alan continued to trace his fingers around Christine's pussy lips and her lewdly-exposed big clit. At the same time, he talked in a confident but soothing voice. "So you have nothing to fear. Yeah, we can't live a sexual fantasy every minute of every day, but now I have the keys to your body. I know how to get your engine running. I'm gonna make you cum hard, again and again!" He unexpectedly squeezed her clit as he said that, causing her to cry out and very nearly climax.

He continued, "I've figured out that you don't cum easily, but so what? That's not a bad thing at all. It just means that when you do cum, your orgasms will be that much more powerful and glorious. I'm gonna blow your mind... tomorrow! Yes, we'll do this again tomorrow! And more and more after that. Before long, you'll be addicted to my cock, just like I'll be addicted to your incredible body in return. In fact, I already am." He brought a hand up to her chest and pulled on one of her nipples.

Christine thought, And I already am too! It's true: I'm addicted to his cock! In fact, she reached out, trying to find his boner so she could resume stroking it. But Alan was still teasing her pussy, and he'd reduced her to such a helpless state that she hardly knew up from down. She couldn't even figure out where his crotch was since she didn't lift her head to see over her own voluptuous body, and Amy was partly in the way anyway.

Amy could see what Christine was trying to do. She lifted herself off Christine's torso and repositioned herself, getting on all fours with her face in Alan's crotch. She said, "C, my O.B.'s cock is being neglected. Do you mind if I take care of it for a while with my mouth?"

"Please do!" Christine exclaimed. She felt jealous, but she also very much appreciated Amy's help, since she was in no shape to do it. She had a powerful compulsion to keep Alan's erection buzzing with pleasure. She temporarily lifted her head just enough to see what Amy was doing. When she saw Amy's jaw opening wide, her own jaw did the same in sympathy.

"MMMM!" Amy exclaimed, as her lips slid down Alan's shaft to his sweet spot.

"Oh God!" Christine cried out. "So hot! So fucking HOT!" A logical part of her brain noted how odd it was that she found the fact that AMY was blowing Alan to be extremely arousing, but that's how she felt. She did realize that she'd feel a lot more jealous and a lot less aroused if she wasn't so extremely out-of-control horny already.

Alan was secretly amused by her use of "So hot!", since that had become Susan's favorite catchphrase. It reminded him of his mother and her loving blowjobs, which kicked his arousal into a higher gear. As Amy's lips and tongue worked his cock, he thought back to how Susan and Katherine had woken him from his nap and then repeatedly "cleaned" his crotch with blowjobs and titfucks.

I wonder what Christine would think if she knew that my own mom and sister wear my sex slave collars? Would she kill me quickly or slowly? I wonder if Christine could ever join them in a sexy situation, or will she always remain apart?

That line of thought reminded him that it wasn't fair that he was getting so involved with Christine without telling her the full truth of what she was getting into. He tried to push such unpleasant thoughts aside for now. Happily, he had plenty of distractions.

Amy started making unusually loud, slurpy, sucking noises, accompanied by even more contented moans. She did it primarily because she knew that Christine likely wasn't looking at her, but would be able to hear her.

Christine ardently wished that it was her mouth that was crammed full of Alan's cock. She moaned loudly in frustration. She realized that her feelings about blowjobs had done a near 180 this afternoon.

Alan was suddenly so aroused that he picked up the pace and rubbed a finger directly down Christine's pussy lips for the first time.

That caused Christine to scream with joy and need, so very loudly that Amy pulled her lips off Alan's thickness to see what was going on. Amy watched as Alan kept on petting Christine's slit. When she saw his fingers start to press inside, she warned, "O.B., watch out! You know she still has her hymen, don't you?"

He nodded. "Don't worry. I'll be careful."

Temporarily forgetting her cock-tending "duties," Amy ran a hand up Christine's leg and through the wetness of her swampy inner thighs, but not quite to her pussy. She cooed, "C, guess what? You have that hymen now, but do you know who's gonna bust right through it pretty darn soon?"

"Oh God!" Christine shrieked. Her entire body writhed with need. She was really regretting that she'd missed a chance to start sucking his cock a few minutes earlier.

Amy pressed, "Guess who's gonna SPEAR his way into it? Guess who's gonna IMPALE you with his super FAT cock, and make you feel better than you've ever felt in your entire LIFE?!"

Christine screamed and moaned some more. She shook her head back and forth, causing her huge tits to wobble on her chest. Her eyes were shut tight as she felt herself slowly slipping over the edge into orgasmic paradise.

Alan took advantage of her condition, poking two fingers in deeply enough to actually feel her hymen (which admittedly wasn't that deep). He was fascinated, since he'd never touched one before.

Christine couldn't take it; it seemed like she was overdosing on lust. Alan! Alan! He's in my pussy! His fingers...! Just like his cock! His cock is gonna... He's gonna... he's gonna fuck me! She convulsed so much that, at one point, she somehow managed to arch nearly a foot off the ground. She alternately screamed out and gritted her teeth. She also took turns clenching her fists and grasping at the grass.

Inspired by Christine's orgasmic convulsions, Amy continued even more enthusiastically, "In fact, I'll bet you right now that Alan's cock is gonna be the only one to ever enjoy your pussy! Your pussy - and all the rest of you - will belong to him, and him alone! Forever! Won't that be great?"

Normally, Christine would have been offended by Amy's submissive notions. But in the burning heat of the moment, she found such ideas to be extremely exciting and promising. She screamed even louder. She'd completely forgotten that she was outside lying on the grass, so she screamed at the top of her lungs without restraint.

She'd already started to cum, but just to be sure, Alan kept probing the limited depths of her slit.

Then Amy scooted up close, reached in, and firmly yanked on Christine's throbbing clit.

Christine's climax was so incredibly powerful that it took all of her willpower not to pass out. It was an extremely close call. Her spongy tits bounced wildly in every direction, crashing into each other. Her arms and legs thrashed around, and she inadvertently hit and kicked both Amy and Alan, but they ignored that and kept on stimulating her all the way through her prolonged climax.

CHAPTER 5

Christine didn't quite pass out, but when her climax receded she was so totally wasted and satiated that she drifted on the edge of losing consciousness for several minutes. Jesus! Jesus Christ! Did that really happen?! I didn't know... I didn't know it was possible to feel that good, ever! ... Jesus!

Had she thought about it, she would have figured that Amy probably was sucking Alan off while the two of them waited for her to recover. But in fact, both Alan and Amy rested too. Alan was secretly glad that Christine was momentarily out of it, because he was intent on building a "super stud" reputation with her, and this allowed him to have a long strategic break without her realizing his limitations.

Alan and Amy were careful not to talk to each other, not even a whisper, because there was no telling what Christine might hear since she was almost within arm's reach. But they shared some very happy knowing looks.

For about ten minutes, he and Amy just rested and listened to classic Motown songs, before Christine finally opened her eyes and tried to rejoin the living. She looked around, but she couldn't see much because she didn't have the energy to lift her head.

She asked, "Where are you guys? I'm so DEAD! I honestly can't even lift my head to look."

Amy responded by running her hands along Christine's body.

Fortunately for Christine, those hands slid up her tummy and breasts without pause until they reached her shoulders; she didn't think she could handle any more stimulation "down there". In fact, when Amy finally grazed her nipples, it actually hurt because they felt so sensitive.

Then Amy's head appeared right above hers, looking down. Amy was all smiles. "Howdy! So, do I have a pretty neat boyfriend or what?"

Christine just grinned weakly in agreement. But even that was an effort. She realized her face was drenched with sweat. All she could do was mutter weakly, "Christ!"

Amy lowered her head just a little, causing her nipples to "accidentally" brush against Christine's mostly flattened boobs (at least in as much as boobs as large as hers could flatten). "So... are you still worried that this is a one-shot thing and you'll never feel this good again?"

Seeing that Christine was in no shape to talk, or even move much, Amy brought a hand down between Christine's thighs. She didn't touch her pussy directly since she didn't know what her post-orgasmic mood might be exactly and she worried that might freak her out too much. Instead, she just ran her fingers through the wetness rolling down Christine's very wet thighs. "Geez, girl, look at you. You're SOAKED!"

Christine winced and kept her eyes shut tight. Strangely, she didn't mind how Amy was touching her, but she was embarrassed at being told how wet she was.

Amy went on as her hand caressed Christine's wet inner thighs, "The fact is, this kind of funtastic, slippery, slidy, superorgasmo thing is totally normal around here. Seriously! You are very, very lucky that Alan's chosen you. Trust me when I tell you that other guys simply aren't even in the same league as him. I've never been with another man, but that's what his more experienced lovers like my mom say."

Christine sighed quietly. Every time Amy made a passing mention of any of his other lovers, she felt like she'd just been punched in the gut. Although perhaps the feeling was more akin to an internal burning. She seemed to be constantly burning up all over with the competing raging fires of lust and jealousy.

Amy "accidentally" brushed over Christine's pussy lips as she kept talking and caressing. "Maybe you can start to see why he's got a bona fide harem of the most beautiful and loving women around, and even more wanting to join in. It's not just the sexual pleasure. Although, to be honest, I think that's pretty darn addict-y and great. Besides, I think super intense orgasms like he gives us kinda create loving bonds too, 'cos each time that kind of thing happens to one of us, we just love him more than ever! And he ends up loving us more too. Soon, you'll be one of us. I meant what I said, that your pussy and your body will totally belong to him before too long."

Alan had been listening in, and was disturbed by Amy's last comment. He felt she was pushing too hard, which could backfire, particularly now that Christine had climaxed and was presumably in a different mood.

His instincts were good, because Christine was about to complain.

But just as she opened her mouth, he beat her to the punch by saying, "Okay, Amy, enough of that. Christine, don't mind her. She gets carried away at times. I don't know where she gets all these crazy ideas."

He thought it best to portray himself as normal, so that he and Amy together could have a kind of "good cop, bad cop" routine. That way, if Amy said something too outrageous, Christine would probably just dismiss it as another wacky Amy thing. But over time, a steady dose of such "wacky" comments and ideas would probably have an effect on her.

He didn't like being sneaky, but he figured that all was fair in love and war. And with Christine, he figured it was almost like both love AND war, because if she didn't accept some of these ideas, and soon, things could get very dangerous were she to find out too much.

Christine complained, "Thank you, Alan. Amy, you really do get carried away. I mean, all this 'belonging' stuff, it's just..."

He nodded, and then continued, "But she's right about one thing - that this is just the start. In fact..."

Amy pulled away, but Christine didn't get a respite because Alan immediately positioned himself over Christine's splayed-open legs and brought his head down towards her crotch. He stared at one of her soaked inner thighs before beginning to lick at a rivulet of her pussy juice.

Christine sat up and froze in panic. "W-w-what?! What are you doing?!"

He paused to explain. "I'm tasting you. And I like it! It's funny... You taste kind of like what I thought you would. Sweet... Peachy, almost... But there's also a kind of complicated, interesting taste that I can't quite explain, 'cos you're such a complicated and interesting gal." He resumed licking. "Mmmm... Definitely delicious. I could do this all day!"

Christine whimpered. She tried to gather her strength, because she had to stop this. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it - the problem was that she enjoyed it far too much! She honestly felt that if she had another orgasm as strong as the one she'd just had, she would lose her mind and give in completely to her erotic desires.

Christine looked down at Alan. The sight of him feasting on her wet thighs nearly made her swoon. She thought, Why does an orgasm totally destroy me? I've gotta get my shit together! If he keeps doing that, I'm gonna fall even DEEPER in love with him! I need to retain at least some self-control!

She tried to breathe slowly and deeply to calm herself, as she did with martial arts, but every flutter of Alan's tongue against her inner thighs broke her concentration. She almost couldn't do it, because Alan's constant lapping was so distracting.

However, the mental effort did help, and her sense of feeling almost paralyzed with exhaustion faded away. She stretched her arms high over her head and exhaled strongly.

Looking around, she made eye contact with Amy. She realized that, for once, Amy wasn't touching her in any way. She was grateful, because again she was simply being overwhelmed by so much sensation. Feeling more relaxed, she laid her head back on the grass.

Her entire body seemed to be hypersensitive - any touching seemed to connect straight to her clit, making her pant and moan like a bitch in heat. This frightened her, because she'd never truly given free reign to her sexual nature, and now that it was being released, she found that she couldn't control it (or perhaps she didn't want to). She found this hard to understand.

Amy said to her, "Good! You're coming around. I'm soooo super keen on wanting to taste you too, but I figured I shouldn't. At least, not until I got your permission." She obviously was chomping at the bit. She'd even rubbed her hands clean of Christine's juices on the grass, because she didn't want to trick her any more than necessary.

Christine's head swirled at the thought of Amy licking her pussy and getting her chin wet with Christine's own pussy juices. She was careful not to give her permission though. For one thing, even in her hyper-sexual state, she knew she didn't want another woman to do that to her. It was a stretch, but she could justify all her sexual activity with Amy as something to help get Alan horny. But pussy licking would cross a line into unabashed lesbian activity that she was determined to never cross. Besides, it would just be too much sensation for her body to handle in her current condition.

Alan had been making slow but steady progress towards Christine's pussy, and suddenly his tongue began lapping against the lower part of her pussy lips.

Christine panicked and screamed "NO!" Her panic made her heart race, giving her an instant adrenalin rush. Her powerful thighs clamped together, practically crushing Alan's head. But then her hands flew to her crotch and thoroughly covered her pussy, forcing Alan's head away. Even that wasn't enough for her though, so she sat up and brought her legs up, holding them together, totally blocking Alan and Amy from even being able to see her pussy.

Alan was shocked. He sat back and looked at her with concern. "Oh no! I've pushed you too far. I'm sorry! I just thought that-"

She interrupted, explaining, "No! Don't worry! It's not you; it's me. You didn't do anything wrong; the problem is, you were doing too much RIGHT! Gaawwwwd! I can't even believe it. It was like I'd died and been reborn!" Her memory flashed back and she realized that Amy had said nearly that exact same thing to her earlier, in describing what sex with Alan was like. I'll be damned! Amy was right, again!

She went on, "I really can't take it! At least at the moment. Alan, even considering what you and I did yesterday, I've probably felt more pleasure today than the rest of my life put together! It seems I've been riding a non-stop wave of arousal almost since I walked into this backyard. If I cum again so soon, or at least as hard as I just did, I literally will DIE! And if you start licking my pussy like that, I'll cum hard for sure!"

She realized that she was getting a little carried away with her words, so she added with a smile, "Do you want to kill me with pleasure? Do you want my death on your conscience?"

He grinned, and put his hands in the air as if she were holding him at gunpoint. "Definitely not! I can't kill you now; we've got far too many fun things to do together. In fact, I hope our good times never end."

She beamed. Realizing that she'd overreacted, and also realizing that she had practically curled into a fetal position like she'd done earlier, she planted her hands in the grass behind her and then straightened her legs. Knowing the other two were watching closely, she gave Alan a smoldering look as she slowly spread her legs out widely on the grass, until she was lying down and her gushing pussy was blatantly on display.

Alan was so floored by that sight that he actually scrambled backwards like a crab. Then he stood up. He didn't want to be too close to such temptation, because he wasn't sure that he could control himself. His "Bad Alan" side was running rampant - he didn't just want to lick that succulent pussy; he wanted to fuck it!

Surprising even herself, she said in a sexy purr, "I think Amy's right. I think it's a good bet that this pussy is going to belong to you and you alone. What do you think about THAT?!"

He looked like he'd just been run over by a large truck. He gaped at her pussy with intense need. Now it was his turn to swoon with a rush of pure lust, which caused him to stagger while trying to maintain his balance.

She smirked, and even wiggled her hips a little in triumph, which set her huge orbs wobbling on her chest. It felt good to give in to her sexual desires and speak her mind (even if she wasn't sure whether she really meant it or was just being carried away by the moment). Her entire body tingled, knowing that Alan was practically having an orgasm just from looking at (and lusting for) her perfect, voluptuous form.

She sat up on her elbows and arched her back, thrusting her big breasts forward. She almost giggled out loud when he rewarded her with another lusty groan.

Seeing that Alan's erection was actually throbbing with desire, Amy sat up on her knees, enabling her to reach out and stroke it.

To Alan's dismay, he had to shoo her away from touching it, because at that moment he was on a hair trigger and didn't want to spoil everyone's mood by cumming all over the place.

However, that didn't dismay Amy, because all of her plans were working out so well. She couldn't wait to tell the others in the harem what Christine had just said, about how her pussy was going to belong to Alan alone. She knew that Susan in particular would love it more than words could possibly convey.

Christine realized that she might have gotten carried away with her comment. So she added more cautiously, "Now, mind you, I'm nowhere near being ready for actual intercourse. In fact, after today, I'm downright afraid that it'll feel so good that you really WILL kill me! But you've been the only one I've been dreaming about for a long time now. When I'm ready, I know I'm going to give my virginity to you."

She'd been trying to backtrack a bit, so she was as surprised as the others when she heard herself making that tantalizing promise instead. She was just that horny, not to mention in love.

She thought about taking it back, but her body didn't want to. I know I'm probably setting myself up for all kinds of grief. Trying to share him is going to kill me a bit every day. But dammit, he plays my body like a violin. I know sex usually isn't that great, at least with fumbling, inexperienced teen boys. Amy's right: he's the only one who can make me see stars. And he's the only one I love!

She sighed in satisfaction, imagining that he was fucking her already. Aaaaah, yes! That's it, Alan! Fuck me again! Fuck me harder! Make love to me all night long!

"Oh, Christine!" Alan was so emotionally overcome with love and lust that even he, with his increasing ability to say the right thing, was unable to say anything else. He would have covered her with kisses, but he sensed that that would be pushing her too hard, too fast - she still needed to recover.

She thought, This is totally insane! I've just promised him my virginity, and yet I said that while Amy was leaning against him, ready to jack him off! Is this how it's gonna be from now on? Every time I get intimate with my lover, is Amy going to be right there too?! I can't accept that.

CHAPTER 6

Amy watched Alan's breathing until it seemed that his urgent need to cum had passed. Then, without asking, she casually resumed stroking his throbbing boner. Sensing that the moment was ripe, Amy asked, "Hey, O.B.? I've got kind of a weird question for you. You know how much being your official girlfriend means to me, and that'll never change, right?"

He turned her way and tried to focus. It was hard, especially since she was jacking him off with one hand and cradling and fondling his balls with the other as he stood there. He managed to reply, "Yeah?"

As she pumped a fist up and down his shaft, she moved her head in closer so she was breathing on his cockhead too. "But what if, just... totally hypothetically... What if... and remember this is just a tooootally 'what if' scenario... What would you think about having TWO girlfriends?"

Christine gasped. She hadn't expected Amy to bring this up with Alan so soon. (In fact, even Amy was winging it, goaded on by her emotions.)

Amy added quickly, "I would be your FIRST girlfriend. No doubt about that. That's NEVER gonna change! Never, ever, ever! You know how much I love you!"

He smiled, and felt his heart would burst with joy. "And you know how much I love you too."

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cockhead. "I know." The kiss quickly turned into licking.

Christine was on her knees, and she kept scooting forward for an even closer view. She felt a sharp pang of jealousy watching the loving looks and words between Amy and Alan. But at the same time, seeing the attention Amy's tongue was giving Alan's bulbous head made her uncontrollably horny, and that distracted from the jealousy.

After Amy's tongue had circled his cockhead a few times, she pulled her head back and looked up to resume eye contact. With her hands still pumping and fondling him, she said, "And then, like, way, way second, on a totally second-y level, Christine could be your second girlfriend. We were kind of talking about it while you were resting earlier. I'm not saying I'll do this - we have a LOT more talking to do! But I'm just wondering what you think about the idea? What if she and I could come to some kind of agreement like that?"

Amy gave Alan her best adorable-puppy-dog look. But the look was brief, because she was keen to get her tongue back on his boner. So she glanced back at Christine to see how she was taking things, and then engulfed his cockhead again.

Christine held her breath; her heart seemed to stop beating while she waited for his answer.

Alan's mouth hung open. Even though he'd overheard their deal-making conversation earlier, it still took his breath away to be asked about this so bluntly, and so soon. He knew Amy well, and knew that if she was bringing it up with him now, that meant she'd pretty much made up her mind in favor of the idea, even though she was trying to appear still undecided, to give her more negotiating leverage. The fact that she was fondling his balls, sliding her soaked fingers up and down his shaft, and bobbing on his cockhead made it clear that she wanted him to say yes.

He looked down at Amy and then to where Christine knelt just a couple of feet to the side. Fuck YES! These are the two most beautiful girls in school! Well, not counting Sis, but she obviously can't be my girlfriend. Jesus, just look at 'em! Am I the luckiest guy on Earth or what?!

Amy pulled her lips off his shaft and looked up at him expectantly. But all the while, her fingers kept sliding relentlessly over his thick pole.

He looked down at her and answered, "Well, hell, of COURSE I'd love that! Why wouldn't I?" Even that was a great understatement as to just how happy and excited this proposal made him. He wanted to pump both fists in the air and shout to the heavens in triumph, like Sylvester Stallone in the movie 'Rocky'. However, he did his best to not seem too jubilant, as Amy might get concerned about the wisdom of The Deal if he were to appear to be too ecstatic. Being diplomatic, he added, "As long as it's completely clear that, while I would love and treasure you both, you're my FIRST girlfriend always, and Christine is my second."

Amy really liked that, and let out a happy "Mmmm!" as she licked his sweet spot for a little bit. Then she rewarded him for his answer by engulfing his cockhead yet again, quickly bobbing her way down his shaft for half a minute or so.

Christine just stared at Amy's oral expertise. Her pussy was on fire again, and she couldn't help but run her fingers over her needy pussy lips. (She feared getting caught doing that, but her need was too great and she figured that Alan and Amy were too busy with each other to notice.) But she was on fire in more ways than one, because she burned with jealousy too.

There was nothing she wanted more than to be in Amy's shoes, with her jaws straining with the effort of a good, long cocksucking. She was tempted to put a hand on Amy's back, push Amy away, lean in, and engulf Alan's cockhead. Frustrated, she just licked her lips and salivated.

Amy abruptly pulled back off his cock so she could talk some more, but it remained well covered with her tongue and fingers. She got more into her loving licking, and asked, "But what about your other lovers?" She paused, and licked his hard-on from tip to base, and back again while sliding her fingers up and down it too. "The ones you love the most in the harem, even?" She paused, and licked him from tip to base yet again. "Wouldn't this cause problems with them?" She couldn't say so directly, but she was obviously referring to Katherine.

He understood the careful Katherine reference, and he knew he'd have to be equally careful with his reply. He said, "They'll just have to deal with it. I'm sure I can make it up to them in... other ways."

Christine wanted to burst from too much joy. Forgetting her concern about getting caught, she continued to play with her pussy lips. But she continued to hold her breath for fear that something could still go wrong.

Her joy was somewhat tempered by the torture of seeing Amy do to Alan's dick what she wanted to do to it, and yet watching Amy lavish his dick and balls with so much love and attention was extremely arousing. She reminded herself that it would be her turn to love it soon. She really, really, REALLY wanted to reward him for agreeing to The Deal.

Amy brought up another thorny issue as she lapped and fondled. "And what about at school? That'll cause ALL kinds of problems, you know. You just had a fight over" - in mid- sentence, she paused to thoroughly "polish" his cockhead clean - "over this very kind of thing. The other guys" - she paused again for more prolonged polishing, just about driving Christine mad with anticipation - "will only be even MORE super duper jealous. And..." - she paused for more lapping - "...and Heather will probably declare war on you" - she stared at Christine as she licked - "and me! Everything will get really weird, I'm sure."

Alan closed his eyes and counted to ten in an attempt to control his soaring arousal. Somehow, that calmed him enough so he wasn't panting too hard to speak clearly. "True. The shit'll hit the fan if this comes out now. But we'll deal with it. And those other people will have to deal with it." Keeping in mind that he didn't want to destroy Amy's bargaining position, he was careful to say, "Aims, if you're fine with it, then I'm fine with it too."

Christine could restrain herself no longer. First, she finally allowed herself to breathe. Then she stood up and simply threw herself at Alan, nearly knocking him over for the second time. "Oh, Alan! God! What a DAY! Oh God!"

The only reason she didn't actually knock him over was because Alan happened to be standing, so she had to stand up first to throw herself into his arms, plus her body was still sluggish from her recent, overwhelming climax. Additionally, as she wrapped her arms around Alan, she had to be careful not to slam into Amy, who stayed on her knees, loudly slurping all over his cock.

She gave Alan a blazing kiss. When it ended, she left him breathless and panting.

CHAPTER 7

Amy had stopped her cock licking when she saw Christine lurching towards Alan, for fear that she might accidentally injure him. But once Christine settled down, Amy went right back to pleasuring her boyfriend's cock. In fact, she decided slurping on his boner wasn't enough, so she started bobbing her way down it with lots of talented tongue action.

She loved the fact that she could blow him while Christine was kissing him. Realizing that Christine's pussy was in easy reach, she ran a hand up Christine's swampy thighs until she touched Christine's slit.

Christine gasped, and then redoubled her French kissing efforts, if that was even possible. But soon she forgot the intimate way Amy was touching her, although the pleasure of having her pussy petted continued to drive her wild.

When the loving and scorching-hot kiss ended, Christine remembered Amy's key role in all this. She exclaimed, "AMY! ThankyouThankyouThankyou!" She wanted to hug and kiss Amy too, so she quickly dropped to her knees.

But that put her within inches of Alan's saliva-soaked cockhead. Christine eyes bugged out, and her pussy practically burst into flames at the tempting sight. She couldn't believe how cock-crazy she'd become in the last hour, but her horny body drove her on.

Giggling, Amy pulled her lips off with a satisfying smack, put a hand on the back of Christine's head, and slowly guided Christine in.

"Don't thank me..." Amy whispered hotly, as Christine's lips parted hungrily in anticipation, "Thank this COCK! Now... open your mouth and close your eyes, and get used to loving the taste of your great BIG surprise!"

Christine forgot all about her desire to give Amy a thank-you kiss. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and craned her mouth open as wide as it could get, to engulf Alan's bulbous head in a single motion.

Amy giggled. "Here. You deserve it." She still had her hand on the back of Christine's head, and she used a little bit of pressure until she was certain that Christine had gone down far enough and was bobbing over Alan's sweet spot.

Christine's eyes flew open and bugged out when she felt how FULL her mouth was. Her heart was pounding so loudly that she felt like even the neighbors ought be able to hear it. But she took to her cocksucking task with unbridled enthusiasm and joy. She was flying high after hearing Alan's approval of the 'two girlfriends' idea, and she wanted to reward him with the best blowjob he'd ever experienced (even though she knew that was probably impossible, given her talented competition).

She was so determined that she even managed to get her tongue more involved. It wasn't easy, but as his thick log slid back and forth through her tight lip-lock, her tongue flicked and lapped against any cock meat that was within reach.

She kept going for a minute or so, actively using her tongue all the while. To her surprise, she found that once she got the hang of it, that technique wasn't as hard to manage as she'd feared.

Amy could see that Christine was doing much better than before. Christine's eyes remained open, and there was a fiery look of both determination and triumph in her eyes.

Amy felt inspired by Christine's enthusiasm, and that made her want to get back in on the action, but she didn't want to get in Christine's way. So she scooted around to Alan's backside and started licking his ass crack. Then she reached between his legs and stroked his dick from behind.

At the same time, she said to Christine, "Now, keep in mind that our Deal is hardly a done deal at this point." She paused to lick her way up Alan's anus, and she tongued it a little. "Mmmm! We've got a lot of things to work out." She paused again for more sloppy licking. "But if Alan wants it, I'm sure we can work it out, don't you think?"

Christine had no way to reply. She'd had mixed feelings about her last blowjob, but now she was totally in love with sucking Alan's cock. She simply couldn't get enough of it! So she tried to convey her approval of that idea by opening her eyes wider and letting out a heartfelt "MMMM!"

Amy giggled. "I agree. MMMM!" She giggled some more, and kept on lapping at Alan's ass crack. "Remember, the needs of our man come first, always." She very nearly said "Master," but luckily she remembered to be careful with her words. She realized that Christine was a long, long way from truly accepting that Alan had a harem and what her proper role in it should be, and she had an even longer way to go before she willingly called him "Master" and herself one of his sex slaves, if she ever did.

But Christine wasn't going to change her attitude on her own. Amy figured she should take every opportunity to indoctrinate Christine into the proper way of thinking, and this was a good opportunity to do that. So she added, "If we're going to be his girlfriends, that means that our main job is to keep him happy. And that means servicing this great big yummiferous cock, every single day!"

Christine thought, Jesus, it's like Amy is brainwashed or something. I mean, I love Alan, and I know she does too, but let's have some perspective! I'm gonna set her straight, just as soon as my tongue and lips get too tired to keep loving his tasty cock.

She giggled, causing Alan to feel the vibrations around his erection. And that's not gonna be for a loooong time! Because I'm sucking my boyfriend's cock! Alan's my boyfriend too now! At least I can agree with Amy on one thing: making him feel good makes me feel really good. This IS fun!

She opened her eyes and shot a look that appeared truly murderous, it was so full of intensity and determination. But she was only staring into his lower abdomen. She wore that look because she was focused like a laser on getting Alan to cum. That was the best way she could think of to show her appreciation at this joyous turn of events.

She attempted to deep throat him, but that failed after a matter of seconds. She had to pull all the way off to recover her breath. As she did that, she became more aware of the fact that Amy was making loud slurpy noise on Alan's backside. This greatly puzzled her, so as she got back to licking her way around Alan's cockhead, she asked, "Amy? Um, I'm kind of afraid to ask, but what are you doing back there, exactly?"

Amy replied in her usual bright and innocent tone, "Oh, I'm just licking his ass crack. It's really yummy!"

Christine gasped loudly. That's so wrong! So very, very, VERY wrong! So why does it make me so damn HORNY! Arrrgh! A great rush of arousal made her engulf Alan's cock again like she was a woman possessed. Lacking any other more-stimulating technique, she went back to bobbing and licking at the same time, but with an animalistic passion.

It felt absolutely amazing for Alan. Actually, everything felt great for him already, but her fervent efforts sent his arousal to an even higher level. He was forced to put his hands on her head and slow her down, because he still wasn't ready to cum. Even putting aside what she and Amy were doing to him physically, he was flying high over how enthusiastic and passionate Christine was acting. He'd long suspected that a sexual dynamo was lurking under her controlled and sometimes severe persona, just waiting to be turned on. Now he was being proved right.

Silence followed, except for the Motown music - the song "Behind a Painted Smile" by the Isley Brothers happened to be playing - plus a lot of heavy panting, moaning, and slurpy noises. Amy had stuck her head between his legs so she could lick his balls from an unusual angle, but she still had a hand stroking his cock too, leaving just his cockhead and sweet spot for Christine's busy lips.

Alan found himself clenching his PC muscle over and over again. He knew that if he ever stopped his clenching, even for a moment, he'd lose control and cum, but as long as he kept doing it he could "endure" practically anything they did to him. He thought, Man, I try to stay modest and grounded, but Jesus fucking Christ! Could things possibly get any better? And the way they're teaming up on my cock and balls! Damn, that feels fucking out of this world! Christine must be a natural cocksucker, or maybe it's just that she's an amazingly quick learner. To think: I'll be enjoying this all the time, from now on!

For some reason, he thought about his good friends Sean and Peter. I swear, no one would ever believe this! What if they could see me right now? Christine the fucking ICE QUEEN is hotter than hell and sucking hard on my cock like it's the tastiest Popsicle in the world, and Amy's helping out with my balls! Fuck, that feels good! Mmmm... Even Sean, with all he knows, would be gobsmacked. Heh, I could totally hear him saying some kind of outlandish joke like, "Dude, Amy AND Christine? At the SAME TIME?! We need to wipe that guy with the glasses off Mount Rushmore and put you up there instead!" Heh-heh!

Alan idly ran a hand through Christine's hair as her head steadily bounced up and down. She was doing a great job, bobbing with a steady rhythm, but every now and then breaking the rhythm a bit just to keep him pleasantly surprised. Man, she's soooo into it! Clearly, it's not like she's just doing this 'cos she feels like she has to, to keep up with Amy. It's like she wants her tongue and lips to be everywhere at once, and even after all these minutes she's still going full blast. Dang! I considered it an improbable Hail Mary pass at best that Christine would ever wear my collar someday, but now, who knows?

After a few minutes, Amy came back around to Alan's front side. With an arm around Christine's back, she continued to focus on licking and fondling Alan's balls. Sometimes, she even managed to fit all of one or the other in her mouth. However, she made no move to try to take her turn with his cock. She knew Christine had to be getting tired, and she hoped that Christine would eventually think of sharing, or simply pull off to rest.

Christine did think of sharing, but only after she'd bobbed on him for another five minutes or more. She'd sensed from Alan's labored breathing that she had him on the brink of a climax, and she felt like she was in a race to get him to cum before her lips simply couldn't suck and slide any more. It was a race that she began to realize that she was going to lose, and that frustrated her to no end. She knew she'd have to rest for at least a few minutes, which meant that by the time she'd be able to resume her cocksucking, he would have recovered and she'd be forced to start back at square one.

Then it hit her that she could have Amy take over while she took her desperately needed rest.

She pulled off, and then made some yawn-like stretches to help her jaw. She was too embarrassed to ask Amy if she wanted to share, but she nodded at the long shaft she was still holding and stroking, and then gave Amy an inviting look.

Amy gave Christine a questioning look to make sure she understood. Once Christine nodded, Amy smiled knowingly. Then she immediately swallowed Alan down to just below his sweet spot.

But then, to Christine's surprise, there was no obvious movement.

In fact, what happened was that Amy knew that Alan was right on the edge of a climax, and, as usual, she knew he'd want to prolong the joy. So she simply kept his first few inches in her mouth, but didn't actually do anything to stimulate him too much. She went out of her way to make sure her tongue didn't brush, even accidentally, against his wildly pulsing erection.

This gave Alan a desperately needed break.

Even though Christine felt her jaw and lips were crying out for mercy, she sensed that just a little more effort would push him over the edge. Despite her sexual inexperience, she knew enough from popular culture, plus reading her sex books, that guys simply didn't last this long with such stimulation from one mouth, much less two mouths at once! So she tried her best to help Amy by licking his balls. Her tongue almost couldn't take it, but she was determined.

But not only did Alan not cum, his ragged panting soon calmed down to just heavy breathing. He sat down on the grass, and then decided to lie down.

Christine was astounded. Oh no! He's lying down? That means he's getting comfy, like he's settling in for the long haul. And his breathing is almost back to normal now. Dammit, I was so close to getting him to blow! Or was I? I wish I could ask Amy, but I don't want to sound like I'm totally clueless. On the plus side, I can take a proper rest now and then enjoy a LOT more cocksucking! Mmmm! Yes!

Amy pulled off his cock while he was changing positions, but she wound up lying on top of him with his dick back in her mouth mere seconds later. But she wasn't doing anything to stimulate him, again simply keeping his cockhead inside her mouth.

Now that Christine was simply kneeling and rubbing her jaw, she could closely examine what Amy was doing. She was confused by Amy's apparent lack of movement, not to mention the lack of the usual loud slurping and sucking sounds. She lay next to Amy with her hand on her back, and asked, "Um, what are you doing there? Is... uh..."

Christine was at a loss for words. She didn't know how to politely ask Amy whether she was doing a sufficiently good job sucking Alan's cock. It sure seemed like Amy wasn't doing enough, especially since Alan was acting calmer and more relaxed all the time. But she was so inexperienced that she worried that she was missing something important.

Alan generally didn't like to talk in these situations, but he realized that this time it was better if he did, before Christine got too suspicious. He lied, "Christine, Aims is doing this really intense tongue-work thing right now. But it's all taking place inside her mouth, so you can't see much."

"Oh." Christine accepted that, since it could have easily been true. But then she asked, "But why aren't you panting like before?"

He continued to lie, "Well, I'm still feeling great, but it's more of a subtle technique, so it's more a mellow, sublime pleasure. Sex isn't all hard and fast all the time, ya know. Things can be extremely arousing with a minimum of movement."

"I see." Christine was dying to find out what Amy was doing so she could do it to him too. She certainly intended to ask her about it later. But in the meantime, she was chomping at the bit, even though her mouth and jaw were still recovering. She looked at Alan beseechingly, and asked, "While she's doing that, is it okay if I... try some other things too?"

"Sure. Please do!" He clenched his ass cheeks, steeling his body for more great sexual joy. Someone pinch me, I'm dreaming. Christine has come out of her shell, and she's acting like some kind of insatiable succubus!

Christine had recently read in one of her sex books about licking and sucking on a man's testicles, and even about putting them in one's mouth. She'd also seen Amy doing that earlier, and she'd even done a little of that herself a couple of minutes ago. But she'd been so exhausted that she knew she couldn't have done a good job. Now she wanted to try to master this new task. So she moved in closer.

Amy could see what Christine was trying to do, so she slid to the side to let Christine have easy access to Alan's balls while she herself kept his erection in her mouth.

This gave Christine the prime position right on top of Alan, which she immediately used to her advantage, flattening her huge melons against his legs. She started with some tentative licking at his balls.

Alan's balls were completely hairless, since his only pubic hair was a thick but very tidy patch just above his dick. As a result, Christine found licking his balls about as easy as licking his boner, and just as much fun. She also had read about stimulating the perineum, the area between the asshole and balls, so she explored that area with two of her fingers.

Alan thought, Dang! This is not good! If I cum, the fun's over. Even if I could cum again, I've got big plans for my moms and my sisters tonight, and I need to save myself for them. Aims is trying her best to help, God bless her, but just the way she's pretending to blow me feels pretty damn good, since her every breath swirls air all over my cockhead. The killer though is having Christine, the mighty Ice Queen, licking my balls! Damn! What a GREAT day!

Then he got an idea. He realized that if he could engage Christine in conversation, she'd probably stop licking his balls for a while, since she didn't have practice in doing both at the same time. And that thought led to a question. "Soooo... It must be weird for you, seeing how Amy was talking about important stuff while licking my dick at the same time."

Christine took the bait. She pulled her head back and looked up at him.

He was a bit disappointed though, because she continued fondling his balls with her hand, so he didn't get that much of a break from the non-stop pleasure. Plus, when she pulled back and sat up on her elbows over his chest, he had a fantastic look at her dangling tits. That thrilled him so much that it made his dick pulse repeatedly inside the tight grip of Amy's lips.

She said, "Yeah! So strange! But I found it exciting too. It was like she was so into it that she couldn't stop for a second, not even when she had something important to discuss. Does that kind of thing happen a lot?"

He chuckled. "You could say that. In fact, it practically gets to the point where it's kinda weird to have a conversation without someone blowing or stroking me."

That dismayed Christine. She dropped her head. Shit! What am I getting myself into? I'm letting all this continuous pleasure overrule my common sense. He has too many other women!

He realized that he'd said too much. In his excitement, he'd forgotten how much reference to his other lovers troubled her. "Sorry! I didn't mean-"

She sat up higher and clutched an arm around her massive globes. "No, it's okay. But it hurts! I can easily understand now why you have a harem of bombshell beauties. There's something about this that's addictive and intoxicating. Amy made some comment earlier that it's usually 'practically standing room only just to service your cock,' and I now see that she wasn't exaggerating about that either. I'm already hooked. But still... it burns! I'm jealous, and it hurts like heartburn, dammit!"

Amy suddenly pulled off his hot pole and patted Christine's leg to get her attention. "Awww. That's sad. Here, this'll make you feel better." She handed off Alan's erection, and focused her attention on his balls instead.

Christine considered what to do. If I were smart, I'd walk away right now. But dammit, I need my lips around that hot cock! She lay back down in position, stretched her mouth wide, and slid her lips as far down his shaft as she could get, which was just past his sweet spot. Then she started bobbing. The funny thing was, it did make her feel better.

She thought about it as she sucked while also using her newfound technique to lick him at the same time. It's strange, but while I'm doing this, I feel like Alan is mine! And that's silly, because, hell, look at Amy right here, bumping her head against me. She's slathering her tongue all over his balls with an ease that shows she does it all the time. AND she's playing with my nipples and my clit! Damn, she's a good multi-tasker. I shouldn't let her do that, but the pleasure - I can't fight it! I need it! She's getting me addicted to it.

But still, while I'm doing this, I can pretend his other lovers don't exist. And Amy... well, she's Amy. It's like she doesn't count. Or, actually, it's more like she's on my side. We're a team! And that makes me feel good.

Actually, fuck it! Too much thinking and worrying. I'm just going to enjoy his meaty cock and give it my all! I've got to do a lot better if I'm gonna compete with all those damn other women.

Unfortunately for Christine, her turn only lasted less than a minute. She had been really into it, experimenting with "writing" the shapes of letters on top of his sweet spot.

Christine had to stop because Amy tapped her on the shoulder to take over again. It wasn't that Amy was being greedy; it was just that she was concerned that Alan was too close to blowing his load. So she went back to her technique of pretending to give him some subtle tongue work that wasn't externally visible. She even pushed her tongue against the insides of her cheeks at times, to make it look like there was action going on.

But Alan didn't get much of a break, because, even though Christine's tongue was tired, she was keen to experiment with working on his balls. If she wasn't licking them, she was sucking on them or fondling them. Sometimes, she even fit one of his testicles into her mouth, allowing her to do more to it with her lips and tongue. And she also noticed how more than half of his cum-soaked shaft was untouched, so she pumped a fist up and down that as well.

Back and forth they went, Amy with her pretend cocksucking and Christine with her very real and increasingly effective techniques. The only thing that saved him was that Christine wanted to try out the subtle tongue-only method that Amy supposedly was using, and there was a lot of time wasted as Amy drew out the process of explaining and "demonstrating" that.

Alan lost track of how many times they passed his cock back and forth, but eventually he realized that the next time Christine took her turn, he was going to lose it. A real strategic break was way overdue. But at the same time, he was building up a reputation with Christine of nearly limitless endurance, and he didn't want to ruin that. The more of a "super stud" she thought he was, the more likely she was to accept that he really "needed" a harem.

CHAPTER 8

He sat up, causing both girls to pull away from his privates, to see what he wanted to do next. As he sat there, pondering what to do, he fondled Amy's and Christine's racks at the same time. He loved the way their four big, round tits happened to be lined up for his play, since the girls were sitting shoulder to shoulder. He also loved the way that they each brought one hand to his boner, where they then stroked it up and down in perfect synchrony.

Then an idea came to him, inspired by his happy tit groping. DUH! I'm a fucking idiot! Titfucking! That'll be the perfect distraction. The two of them can talk about that while I rest. And then, once I'm ready to go, damn! I can fuck Christine's tits! What a dream come true! Why didn't I think of that earlier?!

He cleared his throat, and said, "Thanks, girls. This is a dream come true for me. But I think it's time for something different. Plus, I think sitting in a chair might be more comfy. Let me sit down in that chair over there and explain."

Amy pretended distress at this move. "Awww!" In recent minutes, she'd been just pretending to suck his cock, but she bent over and gave him a couple of very real bobs with lots of tight suction before she pulled off again.

Alan frantically clenched his PC muscle, because even that little bit of suction was almost too much for him.

Then Amy "said good-bye" to his hot erection with a series of loving kisses all along its length.

Christine paid close attention. Look at that! She LOVES it! Just seeing that makes me hot! Well, I love it too! She helped with some good-bye kisses of her own all around his cockhead, plus a few long licks from base to tip and back.

Amy, in turn, was inspired by Christine's loving kissing and licking, so she got busy kissing and licking it again.

Things quickly turned into a cock licking free-for-all. Both girls lapped seemingly everywhere at once, until their tongues brushed into each other when they attempted to lap on his sweet spot at the same time. They were surprised by that, and giggled.

Alan thought he was out of the woods when they finally pulled away together after their giggling, but then they looked at each other and French kissed. Knowing he was watching, they put on a little show, rubbing their racks together while watching him from the corner of their eyes.

Fuuuuuck! Man! Someone, have mercy on me! He quickly retreated to the chair, but he moved it onto the grass lawn since he hoped the girls would be titfucking him soon, and he figured the grass would be more comfortable for them to kneel on than either concrete or a hardwood deck.

Once he was settled in, he closed his eyes. He hoped that Amy would cover for him, because he needed to shut down all sensory input to recover for a few minutes.

But he couldn't control his erotic thoughts, so his hard rod kept on spasming wildly. Too much soft and squeezable tit-flesh there! Soon, I'm gonna be sliding my cock through all that bosomy perfection. Through Christine's legendary E-cups! Oh fuck! How do I turn my brain off? It would be embarrassing to just cum while sitting here without even being touched.

Fortunately, he began to recover after a minute or so, only to realize the girls were standing a few feet away, staring at him and waiting for him to give them some sort of direction. Seeing them there, completely naked and with sopping wet pussies, hit him like an electric shock. Then he remembered that now they both were his girlfriends. True, their Deal wasn't finalized yet, but he was confident that would just be a matter of time.

His dick was as erect as ever, and those thoughts caused it to elevate even more with a series of jerky movements.

The girls laughed and pointed with glee, as if they were observing a neat magic trick. Amy said to Christine, "Look at that. Doesn't that just make your mouth water?"

"Mmmm," Christine said without really answering the question. She was embarrassed to admit it, but her mouth was watering already.

Alan thought, Shit, man! Imagine walking down the hall at school, with Amy on one side, holding one of my arms, and Christine on the other side, holding the other. That's totally gonna happen now! People are gonna freak out. Then the three of us can steal away to the theater room during lunch, and my two busty girlfriends will drop to their knees and... oh man! I can't even go there! Too stimulating!

He realized that he needed to get them talking to each other, especially since he was still on a hair trigger; he feared they would do something that would push him over the edge, like making out with each other some more. So he said, "You know what I'd really love? Some titfucking! Amy, can you explain to Christine how that works?"

Christine put her hand on her hip, feeling a bit indignant. "I know what a titfuck is. And while it's true I've never done one before, I've read about the proper technique." She thought about reminding him that he'd walked in while she and Amy were practicing with a dildo earlier that day, but it was too embarrassing to bring up.

He practically drooled just from watching the two nude girls standing there. It wasn't just that they were sex bombs and arguably the two sexiest girls in his high school. He loved how both of them had become so comfortable with each other. Each one had an arm around the other's back, as if they couldn't bear to completely let go of the other.

It was a good thing that Amy knew Alan's moods, and just how much his dick could handle. She realized that he needed an extended break, so she took Christine aside and out of Alan's hearing range, as if sharing an important conspiratorial secret. "Sure, you know books. But the reality is different. Think about how different sucking his cock turned out to be compared to practicing with the same-sized dildo earlier. I'm thinking you want to really enjoy servicing his big fat cock between your humungomeganormous beautiful tits, don't you?"

Christine nodded. She was so far into her sexual bliss that she didn't even question the way Amy had phrased that, although it did strike a sour note somewhere in her mind. The word "service" really rankled her.

"Good," Amy said firmly. "Let's go talk in private for a few minutes, and I'll give you a crash course."

Christine thought again about their earlier dildo practice, but she was still loathe to mention that with Alan possibly being able to hear. (The fact that Alan had walked in on their dildo practice earlier didn't lessen her reluctance to bring up the topic, and in fact only increased her embarrassment about what he'd think.) She turned and looked around for a private spot. As a result, she turned her back to Alan.

Amy couldn't resist, and ran a hand down to Christine's muscular ass. She whispered to her, "By the way, O.B.'s totally checking out your backside. Spread your legs wide and get up on your tip-toes. He'll love that!"

Christine was usually too self-conscious to deliberately strike sexy poses, and even now she felt uncomfortable about that sort of thing. But she followed Amy's instructions. "Like this?" she whispered back, once she was in position.

"Good!" Amy ran a hand down Christine's ass crack, cupping her pussy from behind.

Christine blushed, but remained on her tip-toes in hopes that Alan would be pleased.

Amy insisted with another whisper, "Now, stay like that, but put your hands on your head too!"

Christine closed her eyes in humiliation, but she did as instructed. I can't believe I'm doing this! Have I no shame?! What if people in school could see me right now? Or my sensei? Gaawwwwd! But all I can think about is keeping his cock nice and hard so he can stick it between my breasts! I'm so shameless!

She waited for something to happen next, but nothing did, except for Amy continuing to fondle her, now with both hands. She even felt Amy's index finger tentatively poking at her anus, That felt slightly alarming, but since Amy made no move towards actual penetration, Christine felt reluctant to object and break the spell of arousal she was under.

Finally, Amy whispered in her ear, "Gaawwwwd, you look so darn hot! Alan's totally jizzing over there. Well, almost. He's gonna cum like Old Faithful!"

Christine liked the sound of that, but she asked uncertainly, "Can I come down now? I've never been so humiliated in my entire life!"

Amy commented as she rubbed one of Christine's erect nipples between her fingers and explored Christine's ass crack, "No. And that's good! Humiliation is good. Admit it: it makes your flames of lust burn even higher, doesn't it?"

That was true, but Christine was too embarrassed to say so. Trying to act casual and also change the conversation, she quietly asked, "Didn't you already teach me about titfucking earlier, with the dildo?"

Amy casually pinched and tugged on Christine's prominent, engorged clit. "Yeah, but that was just for starters. Kinda just getting you used to the idea, to be honest. Now that you're gonna do it for real, I've got a bunch more things to say."

Christine was eager to get started, if only so she could get down from her tip-toes and lower her arms. She thought, This is a disaster! I'm a logical person. I'm in control. I don't let my emotions rule me. I have dignity! So why do I stand here like some kind of shameless slut?!

She hated the idea of being a slut. When she thought of sluts she thought of Heather, and the last thing she wanted was to become like Heather. Curiosity got the best of her, though, and she craned her head around to see what Alan was doing while she was maintaining her pose. She saw that his gaze was roaming up and down her legs. He looked to be slumped in a relaxed, resting pose, but his dick was still very erect, poking up at a 45 degree angle. She licked her lips with longing - she wanted it back in her mouth, and right away!

Then she asked, "But what about him? Shouldn't we be taking care of his cock? Maybe you can teach by example." She smiled when she said that.

Amy grinned. "I like how you think! And normally, the answer would be YES! We should. Servicing his cock is the most important thing - always. But look at him right now. His dick can go and go forever, but the rest of him is pretty pooped. Let's give him a few minutes to recover. Then he can really fuck the shit out of you! Your tits, I mean." She winked playfully.

Christine kept on smiling.

To her surprise, Amy spread her own legs, got on her tip-toes, and put her hands on her head too. Then the two of them shared a brief kiss while they maintained that difficult pose, just because they wanted to, and because they knew that Alan would love it.

For some reason, Christine found it incredibly thrilling. Even though their lips only touched for a second or two, she also found it to be kind of a bonding experience with Amy that meant much more than the mere physical pleasure did. They were both proving that they were willing to go to great lengths to please their man, and that made them more of a team.

Alan thought as he watched, Oh man! Too hot! Too fuckin' hot! This IS a dream come true. Christine is so awesome! I wish I could take a picture. But I still feel guilty. I keep having this nagging feeling that I'm tricking her, and it isn't right. The more she takes to this, the more it seems possible she might really fully join the harem someday, and that actually makes me feel even MORE guilty, because is that what's best for the great, super-talented Christine? Is that what's going to make her the happiest?

Man... How can I know the future, or compare imagined futures? But the fact is, I really, truly think that this is for the best for her. Harems offer a lot of advantages. For instance, right now, Christine is kind of a loner, but she'd have a whole bunch of close sisters who are going to totally love her, even if they don't get physical. Look how close she's getting with Aims and Kat already. And she loves me, and I love her, and I think it's safe to say I've shown I can love someone pretty intensely despite loving more than one woman. Plus, there's just the sheer sexual pleasure. I really don't think it could be contested that she'll have a sex life orders of magnitude better if she sticks with me.

But the most important thing is that the harem lifestyle won't slow down her academic achievements and other interests, like her sports and martial arts. In fact, the harem would be a really strong support group.

That's what I firmly believe. But the big question is, am I really being honest with myself, or am I just thinking with my dick? I wish I could somehow be truly objective, because I really do want what's best for her... And the lying and trickery... Dang. Is it really true that all's fair in love and war? Look at her! She's so awesome, so precious to me... She inspires me to be a better person!

CHAPTER 9

While he was thinking, the two naked girls walked back to the deck chairs they'd been sitting in earlier when they'd discussed The Deal. They were too far away for Alan to overhear them, and he didn't really want to try this time anyway, since he was in a guilty mood.

Christine exhaled, slumping in her chair. "Phew! I'm beat. All that cocksucking is exhausting. But I'm still so horny!"

Amy reached out and ran her fingers through Christine's swampy pussy. "Boy, you sure are!" Within seconds, she was running her fingers up and down Christine's pussy lips.

"Stop that!" Christine demanded, but made no move to deny Amy access to her privates.

"Why?" Amy asked, innocently but with a big smile on her face. She sensually stroked Christine's wetness, while deliberately avoiding touching Christine's ripe and bloated clit.

Christine swatted Amy's hand away, but in a playful way. She was all smiles too. She chided, "Aims!"

Amy was unrepentant, just giving a naughty smile in return. But she settled back in her seat and kept her hands to herself, for the moment.

Christine commented, "I can't believe how much my attitude on giving a blowjob has changed in such a short time. I've heard about how much of a bother it is for women, and that most usually only do it for their boyfriends or husbands on special days, like anniversaries. And it was like that for me at first too. But now, it's like... continual pleasure! And I know this is going to sound weird, but it's like there's a direct line between my mouth and my... clitoris." Just mentioning her clit made her nervous, since she considered it such a freakish deformity.

Amy grabbed her hand, suddenly bursting with excitement. "That's not weird at all! That TOTALLY happens to me too, like, ALL the time!"

Christine's smile broadened. "And it's FUN! I like the challenge. If it were easier it would probably get boring eventually, but it's just difficult enough and challenging enough to make it really interesting... if you know what I mean. There are just so many different ways to suck and lick and stroke him, and when I do something really good and I hear him moan lustily... Oooh! Shivers!" She actually shivered as she said that.

Amy beamed at Christine's excellent attitude. "I know! Me too! Shivers right down my spine. I totally dig the challenge too. Let me tell ya, I've been doing this for a while, and I NEVER get bored. In fact, I never get used to just how hard it is to even get Alan's cock in my mouth. But I LOVE it!"

For some reason, they both chuckled knowingly in amusement at that.

Amy went on, "And it gets even better! It's like an art form, y'know? I've been blowing him for, like, two months now, and I swear it never gets boring; I keep learning new ways to do it. Sometimes, I'll just suck on his cock for an hour or two with a real lazy pace while he does his homework, just so I can keep his stiffy in my mouth. It's just so... cozy and intimate... you know? I mean, like... sometimes I just close my eyes so I can, like, TOTALLY focus on savoring his flavor. Even if my jaw gets tired, I never get tired of tasting him like that, in my mouth."

Christine was still so incredibly horny that a prolonged sucking session like that actually sounded like a tempting idea. "Wow... That's amazing. But how do you do it? I mean, I can't even last five minutes at a time." She rubbed her face, checking her jaw muscles. "Even now, my jaw aches. Just keeping him in my mouth stretches my face so much. And my tongue is crying for mercy after flicking against his special spot for minutes at a time."

Amy leaned forward, and said, "It's just like anything else. Consider running. First you do one mile, and then you work up to two, and so on. Look at your legs." She ran a hand up one of Christine's muscular legs. "You've got really strong legs. And your thighs!" She leaned even further forward and caressed and squeezed one of Christine's thighs. "You have such firm thighs! Geez, Louise! I'm envious. And how did you get that way? By practice! Practice, practice, practice."

She stared intently into Christine's eyes. "Ditto with sucking Alan's cock. He has BIG needs! If you really want to be his second girlfriend, it means that from now on, you'll pretty much be servicing his cock daily. Trust me, there is NOTHING in this world like swallowing the cock of the man you love! At first, you may not last all that long... but each day you'll get a little better and be able to last a little longer... until you can contentedly suck his cock by the hour, savoring the feeling and loving it like the rest of us."

Again, Amy's words both excited and depressed Christine. That "rest of us" comment was a real killer.

Amy had never let up once she started fondling Christine's thighs, and her hand wound up fingering Christine's turgid, oversized clit again.

But Christine didn't want to get all horny while Alan was unavailable, so she shifted in the chair, placing herself almost sideways, cutting off Amy's access to her pussy. They both knew that she wasn't objecting to being fingered by Amy; she just didn't want to be fingered at this particular moment. She griped about her own lack of cocksucking endurance, "You make it sound so easy..."

"It is!" Amy replied with her usual gusto. "And you have a huge head start. You know why? You're so fit and strong! Holy moly! Look at this ass, for instance."

Amy wasn't deterred by Christine's shift of positions, especially since the new position put one ass cheek on top of the other, giving Amy a new target to fondle. As she caressed Christine's upper ass cheek, she said, "These are buns of steel. They're, like, scary awesome! This is an Alan-worthy ass if there ever was one. It's easy to see why you're rapidly becoming one of his favorites, and he's willing to make you one of his girlfriends. This is a body built to please a man... A superior kind of man like Alan..."

"Aaaaaaammy!" Christine complained. But she wasn't complaining about Amy's comments (even though they annoyed her), but about the way that Amy's fingers had started to explore her ass crack. Amy even poked a bit at her asshole again.

Amy retreated and went back to just playing with the rest of Christine's ass. She noted, "Besides, you may not have much experience or endurance at first, but remember that I'll usually be right there, helping out."

Christine was so very horny that she didn't stop Amy's wandering hands. Instead, she griped, "Do you really have to?" She added in a sad voice that also dripped with sarcasm, "That's not exactly how I dreamed things would be."

Amy chuckled with knowing sympathy. Then she replied, "You're in the big leagues now, with big league competition. Sure, Alan loves you a lot, but he's VERY capable of loving more than one woman at the same time. Think about my mom. She's practically been a second mother to him since birth. He loves her a WAY lot! Or think about Glory Rhymer. You know he's had a crush on her for over three years, don't you? He loves her a way lot too. And it's like that with everyone in the harem. He's not gonna have some woman in his harem if he doesn't totally love her."

This distressed Christine so much that she actually put her hands over her ears and shut her eyes. "Stop! Stop saying that terrible word!"

"What word? 'Love'?!" Seeing how upset Christine was, Amy let go of her ass.

"No, 'Harem'! God, how I hate that word now! I don't think I'd ever heard someone use it in a conversation before today, and now it seems that I'm hearing it every few minutes. Amy, you're destroying me! I'm clinging to this fantasy that it's just me and him..."

Amy spoke sternly, even as she kept on lightly fondling Christine's magnificent body. "Well, you gotta wake up. If you keep living in a fantasy land, you're gonna fall behind. Sure, Alan loves you a lot, but there are only so many hours in the day, and if you're weirding out on him all the time, he's naturally gonna gravitate more to someone who isn't. But it's not all bad news; you've got a secret weapon!"

Christine reluctantly dropped her hands and opened her eyes. She added in a wary voice, "I do? What?"

"ME! You see, most of the time, Alan is with just this woman or that woman." Of course that wasn't true lately, and Amy hated to lie, but she figured that Christine's case required extreme measures.

She continued, "For instance, take Glory. She's like you and she has what she calls a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy where she doesn't want to know about or see Alan's other lovers. But you and I, we can be a team! If he has to choose between you AND me pleasuring and servicing his cock together versus just, say, Glory doing it alone, which option do you think he's gonna pick more often than not?"

Christine sighed. Gloria Rhymer, my history teacher! Just picturing HER giving him a blowjob... Ewww! Too weird! She said, "I get your point... But this just isn't how I wanted things to go. At ALL! I've imagined romantic candlelight dinners and sunset walks on the beach... Just him and me, obviously..."

Amy shrugged. "Well, you'll get those things too. But like I said, you're in the big leagues now. You've gotta be determined. I know you can do that. You've gotta go for what you want with all you've got. I know you can do that too."

Christine thought, I should have insisted on keeping some clothes on. At least my bikini. She looked down at her bare body. It's all this constant nudity that's making me practically lose my mind! It's seriously skewing my thinking. I mean, all this talking about sharing, it almost seems normal to me right now. I know that later, when I calm down, everything will seem different.

Amy continued, "Remember how Alan was just talking a while ago about how he was gonna help you tear down your walls? Well, he can't help you if you don't help yourself. Like sharing his cock with me. I'm not gonna force you to do that, even though I could because of our Deal, because I think you realize it's the right thing to do, and the smart thing to do, and the FUN thing to do! I know you're a fighter. You've gotta fight your outmoded, prudish ideas about sex. If we're his two girlfriends, we need to be allies and work as a team to keep our man hard and happy, every single day!"

Christine thought about that. Damn. She's right; I am a fighter. I'm not gonna lose him to one of his other lovers. Yes, this isn't my dream situation, but I've still got it pretty good. If I can be with the boy I love nearly every day, then who cares what he does and who he's with when I'm not around? Right? And is it such a big deal that Amy might be there too sometimes? It's not like I'd be with him every second of every day in any case. Right?

Actually, she was far from happy. She was lying to herself when she said in her thoughts that she didn't care whom he was with when she wasn't with him. But she was determined to do whatever it took to win as much of his love as she could. It wasn't the sharing with Amy that bothered her; truth be told, that was growing on her in a big way. It was all the other unknown women she felt she was fighting against that really rankled her and made her heart burn.

As if reading those thoughts, Amy continued, "Remember, if we don't do our best, Heather's there, waiting in the wings. Did you know she thinks she's in love with him? And maybe she is, in her weird Heather-y way. If he tells her to crawl naked across the room, she'll do it gladly. She'll do threesomes with him, and moresomes. THAT's our competition! And it's not just Heather. There's all the wanna-be Heather types out there!"

Christine clenched her teeth. Any mention of Heather triggered her competitive instincts. She envisioned Heather on all fours, crawling up Alan's legs towards his erection. Slut! You shameless SLUT! Wearing your goddamn slutty red high heels, slutty red lipstick and slutty red fingernail polish. Well, I've got news for you: that's MY cock, BITCH!

Teaming up with Amy as part of The Deal was sounding better and better all the time, if it could help keep him from Heather.

She asked, "Um, Aims... about Alan making me his second girlfriend... What else do you want me to agree to there? Because my love and lust for him is growing and growing... I'm on pins and needles, worrying we might not come to a final agreement. I think you're right and we do need to unite as allies. I'm pretty willing to make concessions, because, dammit, I just love him and want him so much!" She spat out angrily, "And I'm not gonna lose him to HER!"

Amy said cautiously, "You do realize that having Alan as a boyfriend isn't like most boyfriends, right? There's no fairness here. He's in charge, period. There's no 'What Have You Done For Me Lately?' selfishness for you." She sang the title to the Janet Jackson hit song rather than just saying the words. "A big part of your day, every day, will be keeping his cock stiff and throbbing with joy with your mouth and tits and hands, and eventually, when you're ready for it... your pussy. Do you think you can deal with that?"

Christine thought hard. I'm always so big on fairness and justice, but things are different when it comes to sex and love. This Alan-centric situation is DAMN unfair, and I hate it! Even the way Amy just said that really gets my goat. But... screw fairness! This is what I want. It's what my heart and body needs! Besides, like Amy says, it's just the laws of supply and demand at work, and everybody wants him.

She finally said with determination, "I can."

Amy smiled from ear to ear. "You know what, C? Maybe I'm just a big softie... But when I see how much you love him, how hard you're fighting to overcome your sexual hang-ups, and how good you're getting at servicing his cock, I find myself thinking of you as his second girlfriend already. I know we've got some details to iron out, but I think it's safe to say that you can consider yourself his second girlfriend from now on."

Christine quickly sat up in her chair, leaning forward, causing Amy to let go of her ass. "Really? REALLY?!"

"Really." Amy was a secret schemer, but she was also somewhat of a softie due to her big, loving heart, and she loved how overjoyed her words were making her friend.

"Oh God! Oh God! What a day! I keep saying it, but it's true! What a day!"

They kissed, but it was only a brief meeting of the lips, because they were both excited and distracted with thoughts of the future.

Christine sat back and sighed with relief.

After a few moments, Amy pointed out, "You know, we probably should get around to that titfucking lesson before too long."

"Oh yeah!"

They both laughed at how distracted they'd gotten.

CHAPTER 10

Alan was able to get such a nice long rest that he actually drifted off to sleep. As a result, his penis went completely flaccid.

He woke up to the sound of a loud wolf whistle. That startled him, and he looked all around. His eyes quickly locked on Amy and Christine, standing together about thirty feet away, still nude, of course.

The Motown mix CD was still going, and the song "Leaving Here" by Eddie Holland had just started. It had a very good beat, and the girls took advantage of that. They both started walking towards him, but it was more of a sexy dance than simply a walk.

Alan's dick engorged in a matter of seconds. It was especially inspiring to see how they weren't just outrageously tempting him, but that they were doing so as a team. For instance, when one of them tried out a new move, like raising an arm to the sky or swinging their hips low, the other would usually try it out too, and then they'd do it together, in sync.

He groaned lustily. Fuck! Bouncing big tits! He had to chuckle at that simplistic thought. But he had a point, because the way they sensuously caressed their own tits - and each other's - as they slithered towards him was truly inspirational.

He was especially delighted when they went back to back and rubbed their asses together. He'd seen a lot of tit rubbing, and he loved that, but seeing ass rubbing was new for him. What made it even better was how much fun Christine and Amy obviously were having. To see Amy like that was no surprise, but he didn't even know Christine could be that spontaneous and carefree. It made him love her even more.

A minute or two later, both girls were on their knees, wedged in between his legs as he continued to sit in the chair.

Amy said in a husky tone, "I was just giving Christine a lesson on how to pleasure and service your cock with her big tits. She's such a fast learner! But first, I want to give her one last live demonstration to make sure she gets it... and because I love doing it!"

She pushed closer, and Alan obligingly positioned himself to slump down on the edge of his seat so that his boner and her cleavage could easily meet.

Alan could feel that Amy's big breasts had just been lubed with some kind of oil. He took a big whiff and decided she must have used copious amounts of suntan lotion, because the smell of coconut was heavy in the air. He loved it, and inhaled it some more. Thanks to previous fun times applying suntan lotion to Susan, Suzanne, and others, the mere smell of coconut had become an aphrodisiac for him.

Alan's amber-haired beauty created a very tight tit tunnel, with her hands pressing in from each side, after which she started sliding her tits up and down. When one boob went up the other usually went down, but she made sure not to follow a predictable pattern so he'd always be pleasantly surprised.

As that went on, Amy said, "C and I have been talking about the 'second girlfriend' idea too. We're still negotiating, but we've both decided it's a very good idea. What do you think?"

"Sweet!" Alan cheered. Fuck! Such GREAT news! He looked at Amy titfucking him, and especially at her collar. Then he looked at Christine waiting for her turn, with her huge, perfect tits and her jaw-droppingly beautiful face. Finally, his gaze settled on her bare neck. I swear, she's gonna wear my collar someday! This is the first step!

A tsunami of lust crashed through him, but he held it off with some frantic PC muscle squeezing.

Christine was feeling left out, so she got behind Amy and took over the task of squeezing Amy's tits together.

This just about blew Alan's brain apart, that Christine would be willing to do that. He felt another wave of orgasmic lust rushing through him.

A few moments later, once he'd recovered from that, he was hit with another wave, only this time it was a wave of guilt.

To make matters worse for him, Christine took over the titfucking duties, while Amy sat behind her and kept Christine's big melons squeezed tightly around his boner.

As time went on, he thought, Shit! Everything is going so great, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm some kind of selfish bastard. I mean, Christine is trying so damn hard to fit into all this weirdness. She's even giving me this great, great titfuck, which is a dream come true for me!

Little does she know that this is only the tip of the iceberg in my massively weird life. And she doesn't know 'cos I keep lying to her, even if it's only lying by omission. This can't go on. She's taking a big risk for me. I have to reach out and take a big risk with her. Maybe I'll ruin everything. Maybe she'll hate me and never want to speak to me again. But it's better that than a relationship built on lies! I have to tell her the full story. Even the incest part!

I just have to cross my fingers and hope that she loves what's happening so much that she won't want it to ever end. Has she crossed some kind of sexual Rubicon? I guess we're about to find out!

He cleared his throat. "Um, Christine, can you stop doing that for a minute? I have something really important to say."

Christine disengaged from the titfuck, but remained on her knees.

"Um, maybe you should stand up too."

They both stood up, while Amy stood up right behind Christine. Both girls had growing apprehension, because his face suddenly looked very grave and serious. They also noticed that his penis was deflating rapidly.

He put a hand on her shoulder, and said, "Christine, I love that you're prepared to be my second girlfriend and everything. But it's not fair for you to do that when you don't really know what you're getting into. In fact, I haven't been fair to you at all, because I haven't told you the full story."

Christine said, "That's okay. You don't have to. I can read between the lines easily enough, and Amy's told me more than enough. I get it that you have a... a harem. I really get it now."

Steeling his resolve, he thought, The harder she tries to fit in, the worse I feel. I have to do better by her!

With heavy heart, he replied, "No. That's not true. You haven't been told enough. I've been a cad. Christine, I love you. I really do. And I can't love you and lie to you at the same time. I know that once I tell you everything, you probably won't want to be my second girlfriend. Hell, I doubt you'll even want to speak to me again. But I'm hoping there's a slim chance that you'll understand and at least try to forgive me."

Amy had a sinking feeling and a growing sense of despair as she realized that Alan was working himself up to tell Christine everything, including about the incest. She loved him all the more for trying to do the right thing, even if belatedly, but she also felt that it would be a massive mistake. Like her mother, she believed that the ends could justify the means, and that sometimes deception worked out best for anyone. She looked to the way that Suzanne deceived Susan to get her over her sexual hang-ups as a classic example.

Since she stood behind Christine, she started frantically waving her arms around and making faces, trying to get Alan to shut up.

Alan had a gut feeling that he was about to open up a world of troubles, but he continued, "I know you know the names of a couple of my lovers. But you need to know more, a lot more, to be able to make an informed decision about whether this path is right for you."

Christine suddenly stepped forward and briefly put a finger across his lips. "NO!" Then she wrapped both her arms around him, distracting him with a sexually pleasing hug.

He stared, puzzled. "No?"

"NO!" She pressed into him even tighter. She could feel his hardness burning into her lower abdomen. "Look, Alan, I understand what you're trying to say. A lot of weird stuff has been going on in your life since you've developed your sexual powers. You've done some things you aren't too proud of. You've got women falling all over you just to have the chance to suck your penis under the table while you eat dinner. You've been trying to keep me from your crazy lifestyle all along, but I just wouldn't listen. Now that things are suddenly getting even more serious, it's kind of hit you that this is your last chance to come clean before we cross the Rubicon with the second girlfriend idea. Am I right?"

Surprised by her perceptiveness, he had to fumble for an answer. He finally said, "You're exactly right. Wow. You're so darn smart."

She wiggled into him with her naked body. "Well, Mr. Super Stud, you don't have to draw me an exact picture. In fact, I'd rather you don't. No, make that 'I DEMAND that you don't!' The fact is, I already have crossed the Rubicon. And it wasn't just today or even yesterday - I've had my heart set on you for some time. True, I didn't think of it as a 'harem' until today, but I knew you had a lot of other lovers, serious lovers. This is hard enough for me already! I don't want to know more! I don't want to know any other names or details! That'll just make it harder!"

He pleaded, "But I have to! If you only knew just-"

She cut him off. "I don't want to know! If you're feeling guilty about lying to me, don't be! I absolve you right now of any guilt. I APPROVE of you not telling me the full truth, okay? I really do! This isn't just about you, you know. I've gone without sex all my life. I'm only starting to discover just what I'm missing out on, and so far I really like it! I want to find out what it's all about, and I want to find out with YOU. Nobody else, just you. If you were to suddenly disappear, I'd be all messed up, because it's you that I love. Do you hear me, Mr. Alan Evan Plummer? I love you!"

She literally took his breath away with that comment, causing him to gasp out loud.

She went on, "I know you're not blameless. You've found you have this power over women, and you're more than a little out of control with it, like a kid left alone in a candy store. But sometimes ignorance really IS bliss. This is what I want. This is what I need right now. For me. Not just for you, but for ME. I'm having a hard enough time with all the weirdness I know. I don't want to learn so much more weirdness that it'll cause me to go back into my sexless shell of being 'Christine, the Ice Queen'. I want her dead! I want you to kill her! Please! I know you're a good guy, a basically moral guy. Whatever else you've done, I figure it can't be that bad, because you're basically good at heart. I also know I can be overly judgmental and intolerant, so right now ignorance really is for the best, for everyone. Hell, I don't even have any really good friends, because I always find out something about them that doesn't meet my high standards."

She grew increasingly pleading and passionate. "Don't let me do that with you! That would kill me, because I need this! I need you! I've been so desperately lonely all the time, and I didn't even realize it. I need love in my life! I'm so desperate for real love, and not just from a parent! Love me, please!"

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, eagerly awaiting his lips.

Alan felt his resolve to tell all melt away. Upon reflection, he decided that was probably a lucky thing, because he didn't want to lose Christine for anything. At least now he wouldn't have to feel quite so bad about keeping his vital secrets from her.

They made out for a nice, long time. Their hands roamed and explored. But not too surprisingly, his hands eventually wound up squeezing her ass cheeks while she wound up pumping up and down his revived erection.

Amy was left out of the fun, but she didn't mind. She was content to let Alan and Christine share a special moment. Besides, she needed to calm down and recover after their close call. She'd been on the verge of doing something drastic to prevent Alan from telling all, although she hadn't worked out just what that drastic act might be. She'd practically had a heart attack over it.

After a few minutes, Alan lay down on the grass.

Christine followed him, winding up lying on his chest at an angle.

This left Alan's still-raging erection exposed and untended, so Amy decided to take care of that with some more titfucking. She crawled up between his legs.

Since Alan had had an unusually long rest, his dick was almost fully recharged - even Christine's recent titfucking and hand stroking hadn't fazed him much. As a result, Amy didn't need to fake anything or hold back anymore to help him avoid cumming too soon. In fact, she went all out with her titfucking, licking as much of his cockhead as she could reach while doing that.

At first, Christine didn't realize that Amy had started titfucking, but once she heard the sound of licking, she pulled back and had a good laugh. She thought with amusement, That's what I get for leaving his penis alone for a minute!

With his beautiful busty blonde still in his lap and in his arms, he asked her, "What's so funny?"

She was still smiling and giggling. "Nothing. Everything. Things ARE so weird. Look at us now." She nodded in Amy's general direction. "If you're doing even weirder things, I can't imagine. Hell, I don't want to imagine."

He said, "Well, I'm still willing to tell you. If you want me to tell you the names of my other lovers..."

"NO! Please, don't even tempt me with that! I'm gonna pretend you never said that, or thinking about it will kill me. There's a part of me that's just DYING of curiosity, and that part doesn't need to be encouraged! If I'm your second girlfriend... Oh shoot! That's not resolved yet, is it?"

Alan replied, "It sounds like you and Amy still have some things to work out with that, so I'm not going to interfere there. But, for what it's worth, I'm all in favor."

Amy spoke up. "Me too!"

Christine squealed with glee, and plastered her lips on Alan's all over again.

CHAPTER 11

They necked for a couple more minutes, while Amy kept on with the titfucking down below. But Christine was eager to have a try at titfucking, and Alan was probably even more eager for her to have a try. So she crawled back down his body in order to get into position.

He sat up on one of the deck chairs to help her out.

Amy moved to the side, so the focus could be entirely on Christine - Amy truly was a very loving and giving person. But Amy stayed close with a hand on one of Alan's knees, so she could provide both encouragement and advice (and a bit of control).

Titfucking wasn't exactly rocket science, and given all that Christine had done to Alan's dick today already, she wasn't afraid. Her enormous tits were already well lubed with suntan lotion from when she and Amy had been making their titfucking preparations just a few minutes earlier. She quickly slid his cock into her cleavage until it almost disappeared in the depths of her ample rack.

Instead of using her hands to squeeze her tits together, Christine pinned her hands behind her head. She knew that would present a more alluring sight, and either Alan or Amy could hold her tits in place.

Sure enough, Alan had a great time squeezing her tits around his long shaft.

Christine gave him a smoldering look as she kept her hands behind her head. "Happy?"

He laughed. "Are you kidding me?! I'm in heaven!"

She smiled. "Me too. I'll bet you've masturbated more than once or twice, picturing this exact thing, haven't you?"

Very uncharacteristically, he blushed a little bit. "Yeah."

She leaned forward. "To be honest, I did too! Even before you asked me out and I stupidly turned you down, I loved the way you stared at my body! Sure, I pretended to be annoyed, and when it came to other guys I really was annoyed, but with you... I liked it! Sometimes, lying in bed, I wondered what it would be like if I let you touch me... everywhere!"

He grunted with lusty need. He humped his hips a little bit, causing his shaft to slide up and down in her coconut-scented tit-tunnel.

She continued in a sincere and increasingly sultry tone, "Sometimes, I even wondered what it would be like if you did this." She lowered her hands and placed them on his, tightening the grip of tit-flesh around his pulsing cock, making clear what she meant by "this". "I'd lie in bed late at night and play with myself, thinking about you fucking my breasts!"

"Oh man!" he grunted again, and started thrusting through her cleavage. "You're kidding me!"

"No, I'm not. If you only knew some of the weird dreams I've had with you in them..." She blushed, feeling that she'd said too much.

Sensing her embarrassment, he didn't push for details. "Whoa. Then why didn't you say anything?! Why did you turn me down?!"

She wailed, "I don't know! Stupid! I was thinking about my... status. I was afraid! If you'd given me more time..."

Her words trailed off, because both of them were getting into the titfuck.

However, she unexpectedly added, "Alan, I really regret turning you down, but know this: if I had been intending to date someone, it would have been you. You were the only one I was interested in. You were the one I thought about. I was just... I dunno. Stupid. I thought a boyfriend would distract me from my studies, and that I didn't need sex, I didn't need love. STUPID!"

She felt better for having gotten that off her chest. She raised her hands back behind her head, because she could tell he greatly enjoyed that visual, and it also allowed her to relish the pleasures of the titfuck even more. And on a subconscious level, there was something about the submissiveness of the pose that appealed to her.

Alan got distracted playing with her nipples, so there was no one left to keep her tits pressed together, and the tight tit tunnel was lost.

Amy saw that, and was eager to help. She moved in behind Christine and took over squeezing her tits together from the outsides.

That made an even more arousing sight for Alan to enjoy. If there was one thing that pleasantly surprised him today, not counting The Deal, it was how well Amy and Christine were working as a team to stimulate him. Fuck! As if titfucking Ice Queen Christine isn't awesome enough, just look at THAT sight! Fuuuuck! She doesn't realize it, I'm sure, but she's acting like a good, obedient sex slave already! Fuuuucck! I can't even think that. UGH! Too horny!

Christine liked Amy's help too, especially since Amy didn't just hold her tits in place, but actively fondled and caressed them at the same time. She could feel Amy's hard nipples pressing into her back, plus lots of her soft tits, and that turned her on. She also could feel Amy breathing on her neck, and then, to her great surprise, she even felt Amy licking her neck. That aroused her so much that she shivered all over.

As if that wasn't enough, Alan put his hand in front of her face, and without any words being exchanged, she opened her mouth and he slipped his thumb between her lips. She started suckling on it like it was his penis. She couldn't understand why, but she loved doing that.

She thought, I feel so totally wanton and sexual! With Alan fucking my breasts, Amy playing with them and licking my neck, kneeling naked in some strange backyard... This isn't me! But it IS me, the new me! I want more of this! A LOT more!

Amy licked her way to Christine's ear, and then licked all around it. She quietly whispered as she kept licking her ear, "Good, girl! Very good! I love the pose. But don't stop now. You've got him where you want him. Service him with your big, fat tits! Don't make him do all the work!"

Christine started sliding her huge, round melons up and down in the style she'd seen Amy use. Christine's tits were considerably firmer though, so they maintained more of their roundness, even when tightly pressed together with a hot, hard cock in between them.

As a result, Alan didn't have to keep up his short thrusting motions. He was able to kick back and enjoy things even more than before. He couldn't possibly have been any more aroused or overjoyed. Even having Christine suckle on his thumb felt surprisingly good.

But Christine didn't know that, and she wanted to make absolutely sure that he loved the experience, so she also tried to work him up even further with some more sexy talk. She had a great deal of difficulty with that kind of thing, because even now after hours of intense erotic build-up she couldn't completely let go of her sexual hang-ups, but she did well by saying the sort of things she imagined that Amy might say to inflame him further.

Once Alan finally pulled his thumb from her mouth, she said to him in a sultry purr, "I'm so excited about this 'second girlfriend' idea. Amy is too nice to be believed. But she's warned me that a title like that has to be earned every single day. Your girlfriends have to see to it that your cock is properly taken care of! She said it needs to be sucked and stroked and titfucked a lot! Since we're both your girlfriends, it's a duty we're going to share. Which means that you're going to get your cock sucked and stroked and titfucked by the two of us... a hell of a lot! Sometimes at the same time. You got a problem with that?" She smiled at him in a sexy challenge kind of way.

He was floored all over again. Hot damn! Hot DAMN! He squirmed around, almost as if he were trying to escape her titfuck grip, because he felt like he was in a life-or-death struggle not to cum. He nearly forgot to answer, but when she kept staring up at his face expectantly, he finally managed to say, "Um... no! Not at all!"

Still stunned, he quietly muttered, "Jesus H. Christ!"

She gave a victorious smirk. "Good!"

In what was obviously a move they'd worked out in advance, as soon as Christine said that, she adjusted his cock so that the tip poked out as much as possible, and switched to a less vigorous titfucking style. At the same time, Amy leaned over and started licking her way around his exposed cockhead.

Alan shook his head in delighted disbelief. "Holy FUCK! No fuckin' WAY!" Not only did it feel great, but he loved the sight of Amy's boobs resting on Christine's stupendous bust. On a whim, he reached out and slid a hand in between Amy's tits, which were pressed together due to gravity.

That made Amy giggle, so she playfully titfucked his hand for a while, although she kept her focus on licking his cockhead.

Time passed, with a hell of lot of titfucking going on. Amy and Christine took turns. They both really liked having one do the titfuck while the other leaned over and licked, because that gave them both something fun and exciting to do, together.

They found that, when he was lying down, it was a lot easier for them to access his cock at the same time. But they experimented with a variety of positions, including with him sitting and standing.

Naturally, Alan loved every minute of it. At one point, he thought, Oh man! Dang! This feels even better than fucking! Of course Amy's way into it. She's so awesome. But Christine is just as into it! I mean, look at the expression on her face. She's loving it!

At times, Amy managed to bob her way all the way down to Alan's sweet spot, even as his boner remained lodged in Christine's cleavage. It was a very tight fit indeed, and between Amy's busy lips and tongue and Christine's firm yet pillowy rack, pretty much the entire surface area of his erection was stimulated at once.

Sometimes, Amy and Christine varied things up by fitting his cock between their bodies so they could give him a simultaneous double titfuck. That wasn't quite as much fun or as pleasurable for Alan, but all three of them liked it a lot just the same, if only for its symbolic value, for it showed that the girls were a cock-pleasuring team.

The barriers continued to drop, not only between Alan and Christine, but between Christine and Amy. Only two hands were needed to hold the titfuck in place, which meant whichever one of them wasn't doing that usually had two hands free. Those hands stayed busy playing with the other's pussy or breasts.

At one point, Christine found herself playing with Amy's pussy lips as well as her own. She couldn't believe how "wanton" and "debauched" she was acting, but she'd reached a point where she didn't really feel bad about it. She simply let the unending waves of pleasure wash over her.

At one point, when they were giving him a double titfuck, Christine had the inspired idea of tilting her head and French kissing Amy. Alan was able to enjoy awesome "visual stimulation" while his stiff pole slid between their racks at the same time.

Christine had been getting concerned with just how much time she'd been spending kissing and touching Amy, and how much fun she was having doing it. She knew on some level that she was just so overall horny that almost any sexual activity felt great, but still, she didn't want to give Amy the wrong idea, so she was trying to cut back on such contact, especially the pussy touching. However, she figured that if there was one time such "lesbian" activity was acceptable, it was when they were right in front of Alan and trying to inspire him, so she kept on with the kissing.

Fucking Christine's tits was every bit as much a joy as Alan had hoped it would be. They were so round and firm that it almost felt as if they were fake, but they had a natural give and shape that no fake boobs could possibly match. It was as if they were ideally formed just to be fucked.

Amy was such a sweetheart that she let Alan fuck Christine's tits most of the time, while only helping out with some licking of his cockhead. She understood that Christine offered a novelty of the new that she couldn't match, but that it would fade in time. Although she wasn't nearly as hard core about it as Katherine or Susan, she did see Alan as her Master, and she'd willingly signed The Pact, which meant that she had made his sexual satisfaction paramount. Plus, she knew that the more sexual pleasure Christine experienced before she left, the more hooked she'd be.

Christine was quite pleasantly surprised by her growing sexual self-confidence. She knew that later she would "come down" and pretty much go back to her old way of thinking, but while she was riding this high, she wanted to take full advantage of it. She reveled in her newly-found, unbridled sexuality.

Amy continued to encourage her in ways that also subtly (or not so subtly) helped indoctrinate her. "That's it, girl! Boy, you're so lucky to have tits like that. Sure, some of his lovers have even BIGGER tits, but he seems to have a special love for yours, and a special love for you!"

That comment was typical of the clever way that Amy both encouraged and discouraged her. But the end result was that Christine found herself even more determined to sexually satisfy her new boyfriend.

CHAPTER 12

Christine had never even kissed a man on the lips before Alan, but she knew enough about sex to realize that Alan's stamina was very unusual. Even if one discounted some of his little tricks, like the way that Alan had rested while Christine was essentially out of it, it seemed that he could hold back from cumming forever. She was extremely impressed, and that went a long way towards her having to grudgingly admit that he "needed" multiple lovers.

But this time, Alan had lasted for so long, and through so much outrageously enjoyable and arousing stimulation, that even he had to marvel at his good fortune. The way Christine titfucks me and Amy licks what's poking out the top feels soooo fuckin' good! And then they switch and it feels even better. And it keeps going on and on and on! I've had some really close calls, but now I'm just in this groove. I feel like I could do this for hours!

We're talking titfucking Christine, here! I mean, I can't even see my cock because it's totally hidden by her deep cleavage. Well, that and Amy's sliding lips nursing at the tip. I should be cumming just from THINKING about that! God knows I've shot off enough gallons of cum masturbating in my bed, visualizing this very event, and that's not even counting the improbable addition of Amy.

And yet I continue to revel in this simply unimaginable pleasure! It's like I'm training my dick, little by little, to get over the need to cum at all. Is that possible? I think I've heard something about some yogis in India doing that. Tantric sex and all that. All I know is, I love what's happening, and I'm not going to cum if I can help it, ever!

After a while, as Christine titfucked Alan some more, she grew frustrated at his endurance. She felt that she needed to take things to an even higher level to get him to cum. So, even though sex talk wasn't her thing, she tried to get an arousing discussion started. She asked him in an almost challenging tone, "So, stud. What do you think about having two girlfriends now? What are you going to do with us?"

He actually took that question seriously, and pondered it a while (while still enjoying the titfucking, of course) before he answered. "Hmmm. Very good question. Well, for starters, we need to finalize The Deal. I'm going to assume that you two will work that out tomorrow, although I can lend a hand if that'll help. So, tomorrow night, the three of us should celebrate! Are either of you doing anything tomorrow night?"

Amy was licking his cockhead, but she briefly lifted her head to shake her head no.

Surprisingly, Christine said, "Yes." But she hastened to add with a mischievous smile, "I'll be spending it with you."

He smiled back at that. "Good. Then here's what I'm thinking. I'm gonna take both of you to the nicest restaurant in town. My treat."

Amy teased, "You're just saying that to get into our pants."

He leaned down and took turns repeatedly squeezing all four of their tits, including both of Christine's as they stayed tightly enveloped around his cock. He joked, "Pants? Does anyone around here own pants? What are these things you call... 'pants'?"

That got a good laugh from everyone.

He continued, "We'll dress to the nines. Which means actually putting on clothes."

Amy joked, "Drat!"

"And that's about it. I want to show off my two gorgeous girlfriends." He pondered that some more, and added, "Unfortunately, now that I think about it, we'll have to go a couple of towns away so we won't run into anyone who might possibly know us. But on the plus side, that'll allow us more freedom to get naughty." He winked playfully.

Christine had to stifle a groan, although she didn't even know what kind of groan it was. She both hated and loved imagining what he might do to her in a fancy restaurant.

Amy, still being more sexually open than Christine, asked eagerly, "And after?"

He scratched his chin. "Hmmm... Maybe we'll go to a lover's lane or some place like that, somewhere safely far away. And perhaps we can practice some more cocksucking and titfucking and the like. And Christine, watch out, because I'm gonna be pretty determined to go down on you too."

Christine let out a frightened shriek, but it was all in good fun. In fact, she couldn't believe how much non-stop fun she was having, in addition to all the intense, continuous arousal. She was a serious person most of the time, and she'd always figured that sex was a serious business, but Alan and Amy kept up a light, fun, and humorous mood. She couldn't help but get swept up in it and even crack jokes of her own (which was very rare for her, and a clear sign of how much she'd loosened up).

Even Alan didn't fully appreciate it, but his knack for keeping sex fun and sometimes funny was a big part of his success. Everyone was guaranteed a good time, even without counting all the orgasms.

Alan thought some more, and while he did that, Amy leaned over and licked his cockhead while Christine titfucked the rest of his shaft. They were getting extremely good at working together doing that.

He added, "That's tomorrow. Then comes Monday. Phew! Another day of school. That'll be interesting, to say the least."

Amy, not knowing how much he had overheard, pointed out, "Um, we kinda decided that it would be better to keep things secret at school for a while. You know, so Heather doesn't try to mow us all down with a machine gun or something. Not to mention how everyone else will react! We're thinking that we can let the rumors grow and let people come to their own conclusions, but not say anything official for another month or two, after the Christmas break. By then, it'll pretty much be old news."

Alan acted like he was hearing that for the first time. After a pause, he nodded. "Hmmm. Good thinking. Of course, you realize that won't really help much with the Heather situation. We're still gonna have to come up with some sort of plan for that."

A devilish grin spread across his face as he came up with a role-play idea. He continued to speak in a serious tone. "You know, Christine, if you're my second girlfriend now, we should celebrate it with a bang. We should be open about it, from the very start, because fuck Heather! I think in the middle of lunch, right in the center of the cafeteria, I'll stand up and kiss Amy in the sexiest way I can manage, to remind everyone that she's my FIRST girlfriend."

He was glad that he'd overheard their earlier negotiating, because now he knew just how important such distinctions were to Amy, and he could adjust his language accordingly to avoid making mistakes that upset her.

Amy was so happy that she stopped her cock licking just to look up at him with an enormous smile.

Christine was confused, and wanted to whisper to Amy, "I thought we agreed to keep things a secret at school?"

He went on, "Then I'll call over my second girlfriend." He winked at Christine. "By this time, we'll be the center of attention. With an arm still around my other lover, I'll pull you in close and kiss you on the lips too. There'll be dead silence as everyone wonders what the hell is going on. I'll have to make things perfectly clear, so there can be no misunderstanding. I'll French kiss Amy again, and slip my hands inside her dress and her panties too, pulling them down to clutch at her bare ass."

Christine looked over at Amy, and whispered. "Holy shit! Amy, is he serious?!" She still was very confused.

Amy just enigmatically asked, "What do you think?" Then she smiled at her and winked mischievously.

Christine didn't know what to think. But her naked body was burning up all of a sudden, even more than before, and her heart pounded a lot harder. Since Alan's thick cock was still in her cleavage, she redoubled her efforts, sliding her tits up and down it. And since Amy wasn't helping with licking the tip at the moment, she craned her head down and did that too.

In fact, Alan was just fantasizing. But he could see that it was having a great effect, especially on Christine (who wasn't used to this kind of wild fantasizing), so he ran with it. "Then, with a hand still squeezing one of Amy's bare ass cheeks, I'll slip my other hand inside the back of your panties, Christine, and squeeze your ass cheeks too. In fact, I don't think the kids at school fully appreciate what a great, firm ass you have. I think I'll pull your panties and skirt down to your thighs, so they can see just what I'm squeezing."

Christine gasped. On one level, she realized that nothing this brazen could happen in reality, but on another level, it felt like it was really, vividly happening to her at that very moment. Besides, with Alan, it seemed that anything might be possible.

Amy helped out by reaching behind Christine and roughly squeezing her nearest ass cheek. She knew he was speaking mostly for Christine's benefit now, and she approved, since she was in favor of anything that helped soften Christine's sexual barriers.

Christine hadn't cum in a while, but what Alan was saying was taking her right to the cusp of a climax. Ironically, she'd started talking in the hope that it would help him cum, but it was bringing her to a great orgasm instead.

He went on, "But you know what? Your big tits are even MORE fantastic, and it's high time the whole school sees them! Leaving your ass bare, I'll bring both my hands up to your tits and make quick work of whatever top and bra you may be wearing, until your massive beauties are thrust out in all their glory. We'll hear gasps and screams and the clicking of cameras. As I cup and squeeze them from underneath, Aims will take your hand and stick it down my shorts! She'll make sure you're holding and stroking my hot cock while the teachers cry out and call for the police!"

Christine was positively feverish with sexual need and desire. She channeled her lust into her titfucking and cock-licking. In fact, she kept craning her head down until she was finally was able to suck and slurp on the top half of his cockhead. Most other women had to really strain to reach that far, but it wasn't that difficult for her. The neck stretching exercises that were a standard part of martial arts practice had certainly helped.

He continued, "From there, things'll turn to a free-for-all. My hands will wander all over until both of you lose all your clothes!"

Amy asked, "What about our feet?"

He was puzzled by that, until he realized she was referring to his fetish for high heels. "Oh, you'll both keep your high heels on, of course. And my shorts will slide down so both of you can pump your hands up and down my cock at the same time."

Amy asked in a tone of voice that was both joyous and pouty, "Is that all we're doing with it? Just pumping it?"

"No!" he shouted excitedly. "Christine, you're so horny that you just can't help yourself: you start sucking on the tip of it too!"

Christine cried out in dismay, as if it was really happening to her in some alternate reality, "No! Pleath! Nod in frond of eveybothy!" But these words only accentuated her desire. She couldn't even speak clearly because she was bobbing and titfucking Alan's erection back in the real world.

Amy squealed with glee, "Omigod! C, that's too cool for school! Doing it in front of all your friends, and all those strangers? And totally super nakedtastically nude? You go, girl! Can you picture your mouth just totally crammed full of HOT COCK?!"

Christine could imagine that very well, since she was slurping and sucking down to his sweet spot in real life! But, like Amy, in her mind she was in the school cafeteria, and she was getting reality and fantasy tangled together in a highly arousing way. She could almost hear the gasps of strangers, and that inspired her to swallow another inch, until her gag reflex forced her to pull back.

Amy added, "Just make sure I get a turn on it!"

Christine was burning up with lust to such a degree that she thought she might actually pass out.

Alan went on, "Then, as the three of us fondle and suck, I'll shout to the stunned audience, 'These are my two girlfriends now! Amy is my first girlfriend, and Christine is my second girlfriend! Does anyone have a problem with that? No? Good! End of announcement!'"

Even though Alan was mainly targeting Christine, and staring right into her eyes, Amy was also greatly inspired and aroused by this scenario.

She squealed, "Oh my God! That is too hot to trot! You should totally do that, for real! And then C and I really will drop to our knees and show what good and obedient girlfriends we are by sucking your cock together, right in front of everybody!"

That reminded Amy that she'd been without Alan's dick for too long, since Christine had been titfucking it for a while now. She hadn't even been assisting with the licking for the last few minutes. She looked over, and was staggered by what she saw.

Christine was still sliding her tits up and down either side of Alan's shaft, and she was sucking on as much of the top of his erection as she could manage. What was amazing was how much she could manage: she had all of his cockhead in her mouth, and then some!

Amy exclaimed, "WOW! You GO, girl! Gaawwwwd, I wish I could do that! How are you doing that?!"

Christine didn't know; she was just tickled pink that she was able to do something that Amy couldn't do. She had more than enough reach to slide her lips over Alan's sweet spot, and she was doing that repeatedly, to great effect.

Amy wanted to get involved but she didn't know how to do so, for once, because Alan's shaft was completely enveloped by Christine's soft yet firm tits, and most of the rest was inside Christine's mouth.

At first, she tried stroking her fingers over the very limited exposed area of Alan's erection. But that didn't seem enough, especially since she only had less than two inches to play with, between Christine's bobbing lips and her rising and falling tits. She doubted if Alan would even notice.

Still impressed, Amy commented, "Whoa! Girl, you're STILL doing it! Wowsers! Of all Alan's women, NONE of them can do that as well as you can. You're gonna be Alan's blowjob and titfuck combo queen, for sure! Even my mom, with her super long tongue, can't do that. Phew!"

Once again, Amy's comments simultaneously pleased and annoyed Christine. The incidental revelation that Suzanne had a remarkably long tongue was particularly distressing, but it also fired her competitive instinct, and she somehow managed to bob a half inch further down than she'd gone before.

Amy could see that her fingering of Alan's boner wasn't having much effect, so she leaned over and tilted her head to lick that area. However, there was very little there to lick, and she wound up licking Christine's tit-slopes more often than not. She kept at it though, since she was eager to help with his cock in a way that would please her love and Master. After another minute or so, she also managed to start fondling his balls without getting in Christine's way very much.

Christine responded by sliding her lips up and down Alan's sweet spot faster and faster. She even managed to use her tongue while doing so. For someone who'd never given a blowjob until an hour earlier, it was a remarkably dexterous performance.

Alan couldn't believe what lengths Christine and Amy were going to in their desire to pleasure him and his cock. It seemed as if every last square inch of both his cock and balls were being stimulated in some highly exciting way, and in fact that wasn't too far from the truth. Oh no! I'm gonna cum for sure! Gotta... hold out! Too good to stop!

CHAPTER 13

Knowing that Christine was about as sexually worked up as a person could possibly get, he said, between increasingly ragged breaths, "You know what would make this even BETTER? Christine, I'd love to fuck your tits while you're wearing that Wonder Woman costume. Isn't that around here somewhere?"

He looked around and saw it on the ground a short distance away. "Yeah, there it is. It's super-low-cut to begin with, and we'll just pull it down below your massive bust. Then I'll be titfucking you AND Wonder Woman at the same time. That's a fantasy of mine, especially thanks to your awesome Wonder Woman T-shirt."

At first, he'd thought of the outfit mainly as a way for her to disengage, so his dick could recover for a couple of minutes while she got it and put it on. But he realized involving the outfit in their sex play was a damn good path to even greater fun once he did recover.

Christine whimpered around the fat bat in her mouth. She was so upset by this suggestion that she almost wanted to cry. The problem was that wearing the outfit was too tempting. She worried that she'd give in to the submissive tendencies that seemed to come to the fore whenever Wonder Woman entered her thoughts. She'd already had so many sexual shocks and changes in her thinking in one day that she literally couldn't take any more.

Her worries - and her arousal - doubled when Amy reached behind her and pinned her arms across her lower back.

The only problem with that move was that the tight titfucking tunnel was lost. So Amy and Christine changed positions and switched to a double blowjob for a while. The funny thing was that Amy soon got too far into it to concentrate on keeping Christine's arms pinned back, but Christine held them there on her own as long as Amy made at least a token effort to keep a hand on one of her arms.

Between loving licks, Amy said, "Super double megawondertastic idea, O.B.! And we can take some of that golden lasso rope and bind Wonder Woman's wrists together behind her back. Because that's the kind of thing that happens to Wonder Woman all the time."

Luckily, or unluckily for Christine, she was already bobbing on Alan's cock when Amy said that. It was lucky, because she was so powerfully aroused that she needed some outlet for the volcanic explosion of lust and desire that it triggered, and she was able to channel much of that into sucking his cock with greater fervor. In fact, she suddenly used so much suction that it was almost downright painful for Alan. She also started bobbing even faster, and managed to go even further down, until she was on the verge of deep throating him.

But the unlucky part for Christine was that she wanted to make her opposition to the costume idea clear, and she especially wanted to get Amy to shut the hell up before she spontaneously burst into flames. Each word Amy said was almost triggering her into another orgasm; her entire body tingled, buzzed, and shook. But she was bobbing on Alan's sweet spot with such desperate need that she couldn't pull off to say no.

She tried to make up for this by registering her opposition to the costume idea while bobbing, but all that came out was a series of "NNNGGG!" noises as her head flew up and down like a busy woodpecker.

Amy naturally was encouraged by that, thinking that Christine was trying to express her approval. Since Christine was getting so wild with her cocksucking motions, she just sat back to watch for a while. She resumed holding Christine's wrists behind her back with one hand and caressed one of Christine's round tits with her other.

Christine realized with a start that her wrists had stayed together as if bound, even though Amy hadn't been touching her at all for the last minute or two, and barely touching her for a couple minutes before that. Christine was really the one pinning her own hands there! That both disturbed and aroused her. By this point, she highly doubted whether it was physically possible to be any more aroused.

Amy continued her lusty spiel. "Deep down, Wonder Woman is a big-titted slut. So she always ends up just like you are right now, C: naked and on her knees! Her powers are useless! Despite all her wonder powers, she knows that her REAL purpose is to serve her man. To serve his big COCK!"

Amy was having a field day with this, since the role play would allow her to be even more blatant with her harem indoctrination themes. But not even Amy realized just how much her words were shooting straight to some deep recess of Christine's subconscious, inflaming the highly repressed submissive sexual desires there. The fact that Christine seemed to already be doing an outstanding job of "serving Alan's big COCK!" was not lost on Amy, and it drove her wild.

It drove Christine wild too. She could feel Amy's words hitting a bulls-eye. In fact, she'd never felt a greater temptation. It seemed that there was an animalistic beast inside her that had always been slumbering, but was now stirring and starting to wake. As she sucked back and forth over Alan's shaft with the power of an industrial-strength vacuum cleaner, she thought, God! God! Powers... useless! Serve her man! Service him! His big cock! YES! Love it, service it, suck it! So good! Tastes so good! Trapped! Helpless! So hot! Hot, hot, hot! Burning up! Big-titted SLUT!

Christine was almost scared out of her mind. It would be so easy for her to put on the Wonder Woman uniform, and then not just pleasure Alan's cock with her mouth, but positively and endlessly WORSHIP it, like a slave... An eternal sex slave...

This frightened her so much that she somehow managed to open her jaw even wider than it already was. And that in turn enabled her to speak with at least some semblance of clarity. She shouted, "NO!"

Then she engulfed him all over again, slurping, licking, and sucking him as far down as she could go. Then she did the same, but in reverse, as she slowly worked her way back up so she could speak again. She quickly shouted "NO!" again, and then repeated the process. After each lunge down his shaft and back, going faster each time, she repeated, "NO! ... NO! ... NO!"

That was as far as she got with speaking, because she was bobbing and slurping like a woman possessed. There was no way for Amy to lend a tongue, which meant that Amy stayed busy fondling Christine's body instead. That, in turn, helped make sure Christine's lust burned with the heat of molten lava.

Alan got the message the first time, but what she was doing to him felt so good that he wasn't capable of speech. He just strained and clenched his PC muscle like his life depended on it. He wasn't moving much at all, but he was dripping with sweat from all the effort.

It was up to Amy to reply, so she said, carefully, "M'kay. What I'm getting is that you don't like the Wonder Woman costume idea, right? You don't want to wear it now?"

Christine frantically nodded her head. But then she realized with chagrin that, since she was already sliding her lips up and down Alan's fat erection at a fast pace, her nodding was essentially indistinguishable from her mad cocksucking.

But it didn't matter, because Alan and Amy had already gotten the message from her shouts of 'No', that the Wonder Woman costume idea was a big no-go at this time.

Besides, it was a moot point, because Christine was already so incredibly horny from everything that the mention of the Wonder Woman costume and Amy's pinning her arms behind her back had doubled her arousal, rapidly spiraling her up to an epic supernova orgasm, even in comparison to her earlier great orgasms.

She was right on the verge. And the fact that Amy was still pinning her wrists behind her back was like pouring gasoline on an already raging fire. The only thing that held her back was that she didn't want to cum by herself. It was pretty much physically impossible for her to stimulate Alan's pulsing, wet boner any more than she already was doing. True, she wasn't titfucking him anymore, but she more than made up for that with her repeated lunges down his shaft, plus the way her hand slithered and pumped all over the rest of his stiffness.

Yet when that wasn't enough to get him to cum, she somehow put even more of her heart and soul into it. She was determined to make him cum, and she was not going to be denied this time!

He clenched his PC muscle frantically, but Christine was simply relentless! One minute passed, and then another, while she kept putting more and more effort into it. Her lips had practically gone numb from so much sucking and sliding, but she didn't care. And all the while, she was still teetering on the brink of her own explosive climax.

Amy could see how close he was. She decided he'd held off enough. Still holding Christine's wrists with one hand, she reached back around and resumed playing with his balls, because Christine had his cock so thoroughly taken care of that that was all that Amy could do to help.

Finally, he couldn't take any more, even though he was doing absolutely everything he could to stave off his climax. Because he'd been holding out hope that his PC muscle squeezing could stave it off indefinitely, he was taken by surprise when he started to shoot, and he wasn't able to warn Christine, even with a panicky shout. Since he was feeling as much pleasure as during an orgasm, even before his orgasm began, he didn't really realize he was cumming until after his cum was already painting her throat.

It didn't seem to matter though. Unlike his previous climax, when she would have recoiled at taking his cum in her mouth, this time she hungrily swallowed his ropes as quickly as they shot from the tip of his pulsing pole.

But the surprise had an advantage. As much as Christine had come to love stimulating Alan's dick, she still had big issues with cum, which she mentally lumped in with other disagreeable bodily fluids like snot. So, if asked, she wouldn't have known what to do with his cum. But she didn't have time to think about it, since she had to swallow quickly before it flooded her mouth.

The way Amy's hand churned and fondled his balls, it seemed as if she was coaxing every last spermatozoa to shoot straight down Christine's throat. That was because that's what she was actually trying to do. She loved the taste of Alan's cum and she wanted to help Christine learn to love it too.

Halfway through Alan's climax, Amy finally let go of Christine's wrists and dropped her hand to touch Christine's extra large, swollen clit. Christine was already climaxing, but that simple touch took Christine even further, to the very brink of how much pleasure was humanly possible.

The stunning blonde trembled and shook all over.

Christine was too far gone by this time to think to reciprocate, but Amy didn't mind; she touched herself too, and had a powerful climax of her own.

Christine somehow opened her mouth even wider than it already was, and let loose with a piercing scream that could be heard far down the street.

Alan didn't want her to forget where his dick was and clamp her teeth shut after her scream, so he quickly removed it from her mouth. As a result, some of his cum splattered on her face. But by the time he pulled back, he'd already shot most of his load, so she only wound up with a few minor streaks of cum here and there around her mouth.

In truth, Alan had already climaxed so much during the course of the day that his cum loads weren't up to his usual amount. It wasn't like it mattered much, though, since everyone had had so much fun.

CHAPTER 14

A minute or so later, the three of them were splayed out on the lawn as if they were victims of a nearby bomb blast. Alan had slid from his chair and crumpled to the ground like a lifeless blob, because his climax had been that intense.

It took several more minutes before anyone was even able to speak.

Christine was first: "So... you're telling me it gets even BETTER than that?! No way!"

They all laughed.

However, they all continued to just lie there with their eyes closed, resting and recovering. It was unusually quiet because the Motown CD mix had come to an end.

Christine was haunted by how close she'd come to... something. She wasn't even sure what it was, but it was scary. She thought back to the Wonder Woman fantasies she'd been having lately. I thought that gift was great, but now I see it as evil! No wonder I never allowed myself to buy one of those outfits.

Okay, 'evil' is a bit strong. Especially since Katherine meant well. How could she know about my twisted, sick dreams? Why is it always like what Amy just said? Wonder Woman IS a big-titted slut deep down! She IS always getting captured and exploited sexually. Of course they don't show the X-rated parts, but you know they're there. Why couldn't I have picked a NORMAL superheroine?

Phew! I feel like I came right to the brink of a bottomless pit, and I nearly fell in. I can't ever put that outfit on. Never! At least not if I'm around Alan. The combination would be deadly. I could see myself submitting to him... Totally submitting... Letting him rule me and control me...

Dammit, I can't even think about it! Just thinking about it is doing strange things to me, setting off tingly aftershocks deep inside me. No, I'm gonna have to take that home and put it in a box and stuff that box into some deep corner of my closet. It won't be able to do any damage there.

Hell, I'll put a lock on the box, just to be sure.

There. Problem solved.

Okay, maybe I can try it on just once or twice. I have to find out if it fits, at least, right? And Alan would love to see some sexy pictures of me in it, I'll bet. Okay, so maybe a few times. But ONLY alone in the privacy of my own bedroom! Other than that, it stays in the box. And there's NO WAY I can put it on when Alan's around, at least until I can figure out why it affects me so much, and how I can control those weird desires that it triggers.

Christ! Today's been strange enough without opening that Pandora's box!

She felt a lot better after that. She'd decided that she wasn't going to put on that costume for anything, at least around Alan, and that decision allowed her to put the issue out of her mind for the time being.

Amy got up a couple of minutes later. She didn't want to, but she felt that she had to. While Christine was still out of it with her eyes shut, she went to the bushes where she'd tossed Christine's bikini, found the two parts, and brought them back.

When Christine finally opened her eyes, she was actually both surprised and sad to discover her bikini nearby. "Oh, darn. Where did you find that? More importantly, WHY did you find that? I guess this means that this most amazing day is coming to an end, isn't it?"

Amy was ready to pontificate on that last question, hoping to keep the talking going so she wouldn't have to answer the first question. "It is." However, she also had one hand behind her back, and now she revealed that she was also holding Christine's new Wonder Woman costume. "Or... you could put this on!"

Christine grunted and clutched her head, like she was a vampire being confronted with a stake. "UGH! Please, NO! Put that thing away before I take you up on that idea. PLEASE!"

Amy giggled. She loved the powerful effect that the costume obviously had on Christine. (She always know that it would have a strong effect, but she hadn't expected that much.) She couldn't wait to take advantage of that knowledge in the future, when the time was ripe.

But, having mercy on her new friend - at least for the moment - she again put the costume behind her back. Still, she said, "M'kay, no worries. But what's up with that? I mean, the way you cried 'NO!' earlier, it was weird. I thought you really liked that gift."

"I do, I do! It's just... I don't want to talk about it now, okay? Please, I beg you, let's not talk about it. You don't know how much I love the gift, but I'm already way too aroused, and the last thing I need is THAT." She dropped her arms, but nodded with fear in her eyes towards the outfit that Amy was still holding behind her back, as if it had magical powers. "In fact, can you put it away for now so I don't even have to see it?"

"M'kay. Sure. And for what it's worth, I can see how you're maxed out on new stuff. So just relax. We're your pals here. I promise not to bring it up again today."

"Thanks."

Amy walked away, closer to the gate, and left the costume in a chair there. Then she came back.

As she walked around, she thought more about the strange power the costume seemed to hold over Christine. She practically licked her lips in anticipation of all the possibilities that offered. Thanks to Wonder Woman's well-known history of frequently getting caught and tied up, it was easy to see that this outfit could open up Christine's submissive side. That made Amy giddy, and helped convince her that she was doing the right thing in attempting to bring Christine into the harem. But she stuck to her promise not to say a word more about it - for the moment.

Christine looked around and felt relieved. But she remained quite depressed and distraught. In truth, the Wonder Woman outfit was only one of her worries. Now that she was coming down from her erotic buzz, her head was full of doubts and second guesses.

She thought back to some of the things she'd done, like standing on her tip-toes with her arms over her head while Amy brazenly fondled her. It seemed like that must have happened to some other person. Shit! What just happened to me? I'm not into girls at all! I mean, Amy's very nice, but just as a friend; I don't have any special feelings for her.

She took a quick glance at Amy, just to be sure. Yep. There's no doubt about it. Amy is gorgeous; that's for sure. But I don't get any special thrill or tingle when I look at her, or at least not like what I feel when I look at Alan. And yet... I did all that stuff with her. I have to admit, kissing her is really nice. Really, really nice. But now, it seems like that happened to someone else.

Amy sat next to her where she could make eye contact, and asked, "You're feeling all bummed out, aren't you?"

Christine nodded.

"Don't feel bad. Yeah, what you're feeling is called the post-orgasmic blues. But chill, 'cos it doesn't last long. And yeah, I guess you're gonna be pretty bummed even afterwards, since you're gonna have to go all back to normal and stuff."

She quickly added, "But don't worry! Things'll be normal, but it won't be the same normal as before. You're Alan's second girlfriend now! What happened today happened, and it can never unhappen. You'll never, ever be the same. You've discovered the power and the joy of really good sex, and believe me, today was only the tip of the iceberg. That was the thing the old you was missing. You'll never be that person again."

Christine sat up to get a better look at Amy. "Amy! Aims! You're so wise. You've been such a great help today. I feel like, well, like I have a new best friend. I still feel so sad that I'm gonna have to put on some clothes and go back home. But you're right. It won't be the same!"

Amy held her hand and said, "I feel like I have a new best friend too."

They shared a tender, bonding moment. It ended when Amy swept a finger across Christine's cheek and then sucked that finger into her own mouth.

"Aaaaaammmy!" Christine complained. "You didn't tell me I've still got cum on my face."

Amy just smiled. "You didn't ask. But anyway, you say that like it's a bad thing."

Christine wiped her face clean with her hands, and then went over and wiped her hands on the grass. She actually got all of it this time. As she came back, she muttered, "You've said that to me before. Why do I get the feeling that I'm gonna hear that line from you a lot?"

Amy kept right on smiling, and finally Christine couldn't help but smile at Amy's mischievous ways. I may not like Amy in "that way," but I really like her as a friend, just the same. I hope we can get this 'two girlfriends' things to work out without butting heads. After all that happened today, and how much of it went her way, I somehow get the feeling that she's not quite the innocent airhead that she seems to be. Didn't Alan recently say to me that she's probably a lot smarter than people think? Hmmm.

Then Christine looked to Alan and grinned at him. He was just starting to rouse himself and open his eyes. "I may start to go back to my old ways, but I know Alan won't let me, will you? I suppose you won't REALLY strip us in the middle of the school cafeteria, but you'll do something else that's just as hot. I'll be putty in your hands again."

Alan was still too out of it to say anything in response. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to rouse himself, but remained flat on his back.

Amy scooted over to sit even closer to Christine's side. She gave her a hug from the side, with both hands on her nearer shoulder. "No, you'll be fucking HOT TO TROT in his hands! Within five minutes, you'll be on your knees, naked and with his cock halfway down your throat! I guarantee it!"

Christine sighed with longing. She was surprised at how good that prospect sounded, even with her erotic high ending. "Oh, Amy. Please. Don't get me started. Or I'll be doing that five minutes from now! And I know, I say that like it's a bad thing!"

Both girls giggled. Christine loved that she was able to make an inside joke.

But it was clear that their fun time was over, and the sexy mood was fading. They got up, put on their bathing suits, stretched, and cleaned up a little.

Alan was a little slower in recovering, but eventually they tossed him his shorts and dress shirt, and he got dressed too.

As they waited for him to recover fully, they stood in front of him in their bikinis and made some small talk. Amy asked, "So, C, how was it to take almost his entire load down your throat? You didn't say anything about that."

Christine frowned with alarm. "Oh no. Amy, it's happening. Your question has made me realize that I'm like Cinderella and the clock has struck midnight. My golden coach is turning into a pumpkin, and everything is becoming normal. I almost can't answer that question because my guilty conscience is back in force and I feel ashamed and afraid. I HATE it!"

Amy said, "Then fight it! Tell me about his cum!"

The blonde bombshell admitted with surprising enthusiasm, "Oh, Amy! Don't make me think about that. It tastes soooo good! Cum is gross, but I can't help but like the taste. I guess that makes me a freak, but what else is new today?" She sighed. Her enthusiasm about his cum had quickly petered out.

Amy responded strongly. "That does NOT make you a freak! We're gonna need to give you, like, a whole new education. You need to UN-learn. Where is it written in stone that cum is gross and that it has to taste bad?!"

"Well, I guess," Christine said uncertainly. "I do have to admit I liked it, and taking it in my mouth wasn't as bad as getting it all over my face. I kind of wasted it though, because so much of it went straight down my throat. Next time, I want to take it on my tongue and really savor it. I have to admit that it tastes pretty good."

Amy gave her another hug. "Coolio! That's the spirit! I love that you like it. That's so awesome. We're gonna have so much fun, you and me. Pretty much most every day, we're gonna be slurping and sucking and slipping and sliding our tongues and lips all over his great big hot cock! Isn't that great?"

"Um, I guess." Christine was increasingly wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

Amy continued with undiminished enthusiasm, "And as for Cinderella, remember how that story has a happy ending? The prince goes around with the slipper until he finds it fits Cinderella's foot. What's gonna happen with you is that Alan's gonna slip his cock in between your lips and you'll both find it's the perfect fit! And not just once, but day after day after day!"

Christine sighed. She had to admit to herself that on some level that sounded good to her, but now that her mood was changing, it also sounded improbably strange. In fact, it seemed strange that people even put their penises in other people's mouths. She had to remember that she actually had had Alan's dick in her mouth only a few minutes earlier, and thinking about that helped her recall with fondness how much she'd loved sucking it. But it still was like a fleeting dream that was fading after she'd awoken.

Amy added, "Actually, what's an even better fit is how you titfucked him AND totally sucked his cock at the same time! That was AWESOME! How'd you do that?!"

Christine shrugged. "I don't know. I just did. I guess I'm just flexible or something. Is that not normal?"

"Definitely not normal! I mean, we can all lick at the tip, but you were totally bobbing down to his sweet spot! You really are gonna be his titfuck and blowjob combo queen. That is so great!"

Christine smiled, happy that she apparently had a unique sex skill. But her smile quickly turned into a frown.

"What?" Amy asked.

"You said 'we'. I'd forgotten all about the others for a while. Now that I'm coming off my high, that thought hurts so much! It's like a stab to the heart. Amy, what have I done? I've given my heart and my body to a boy who has a harem. A god damned HAREM! God, how I hate that word!"

Amy continued to give her a supportive hug. "Don't worry. It hurts now, but you'll get over it. Have I ever steered you astray? Hasn't everything I said come true?"

Christine nodded in response to that last question.

"Well, trust me. You'll get over it, and soon. Besides, isn't Alan a kind and loving guy?"

Christine nodded again.

"Don't worry, he's not going to try to hurt you. He loves you! You're entering a new phase of your life. You'll be so happy that you'll look back and wonder how you ever lived before. You're Alan's second girlfriend now! Is that not cool, or what?"

Christine grinned just a little. She admitted with a widening grin, "It's pretty cool. I guess."

"You guess? You guess?! Sheesh! It's AWESOME!" She shook Christine's shoulders with her boundless enthusiasm, and bounced around at the same time.

Christine couldn't help but feel her own excitement start to grow, despite her depressed mood. It was times like this when she appreciated Amy the most.

"Let me tell you, C. Days like today will be the new normal for you. You'll spend countless hours sucking and stroking and titfucking and all-around servicing Alan's cock. That will be your greatest joy, servicing his cock!"

Christine gave Amy a hard look. "'That will be your greatest joy, servicing his cock?' Come on, Aims! I must have been out of my mind, because I guess you said that kind of thing earlier a couple of times and I didn't really think about it much or argue about it. In fact, it even seemed arousing to me somehow. But I can't even BEGIN to tell you how wrong that sounds, now that my head is clear again. It's so demeaning! Where is your dignity?"

Amy shook her head. "C, I understand you've got the post-orgasmic blues and all, but you still do have a brain, don't you? Did you just forget every last thing that happened? Do you not remember how much TOTAL JOY you had with all the cocksucking and titfucking? Do you not remember me telling you that the more pleasure you give, the more you receive? And did that not turn out to be true? Tell me: have you EVER had a better time in your entire life? And just wait until he FUCKS you! Good grief, girl! It's too good to believe!"

Christine was at a loss for words. "Yeah, but... Awww, dammit! You see? I'm all screwed up now. The old me and the new me are colliding. I know I did some things I shouldn't have, but I don't know what's too outrageous and what's acceptable, because my entire world has turned upside down. This sucks!"

She added as an aside, "I wish I'd had some normal relationships and sexual experiences to compare this to."

Christine may not have realized it, but that was a very important point. Amy was counting heavily on the fact that Christine didn't have any experiential basis for comparison. Amy wanted to establish certain things from the very start, such as constantly sharing Alan's dick, so Christine would treat those things as givens.

Alan had been standing there, listening to every word, but they'd been so involved with their discussion that they'd temporarily forgotten he was there. Amy looked his way now, and saw that he was up. She turned back to Christine and whispered in her ear. "Let me tell you a secret. You did really great today! Actually, WE did great. Alan gets his cock sucked, stroked, and titfucked multiple times a day, and that's not even counting the actual fucking. But even by his super high standards, I think we totally blew his mind!"

Christine hated the reminder of his other lovers, but she also was encouraged. She whispered back, "Really?"

Still whispering right into Christine's ear, Amy continued, "Really! I mean, you were asking earlier if sex is that great, why doesn't everyone just fuck all the time until the world economy collapses? The answer is that sex with other guys just isn't anywhere near that good. But we've got something extra special going with Alan, something extra intense! I think it's because we all love each other, and, let's be honest here, we've got bodies built for sex. If we can keep this up, he's gonna want us to suck and titfuck his cock together, like, every single day!"

Christine whispered uncertainly, "You think?" Again, she was torn. That seemed like a demeaning thing to aspire to, but she couldn't deny to herself that she wanted it.

"Definitely! And this is only your FIRST DAY as his second girlfriend. The mind boggles!" She giggled. "And as for Heather, she can go sit on a log!"

Christine didn't quite understand the "sit on a log" comment, but she loved the general sentiment. She practically cackled with glee at the prospect that she and Amy could keep Alan so constantly sexually satisfied that he'd forget about Heather altogether. That thought alone greatly lifted her spirits.

Then, still speaking in a quiet, private tone, Amy said, "Oh, by the way, I realized that there's a big problem with the second girlfriend plan that we haven't dealt with yet."

"Oh shit. What?"

"Um... you might not be able to use the Plummer house much... or at all. You see, Alan's mom Susan is really, really naïve, and super duper prudish in her views. She tolerates all the women Alan fucks in his room because he says he's 'dating' them, and that he and I aren't dating each other exclusively yet. But that excuse isn't flying anymore, since there's just so much 'dating' going on, which is why Kat and I were saying doing stuff in the house was already probably a bad idea."

Christine was relieved that it wasn't a more serious concern. "I can handle that."

Amy grimaced. "It gets worse. See, Susan won't be able to handle the whole two girlfriends thing. No offense, but she's even more prudish about that stuff than you are. So, no matter what happens with people finding out at school or not, we'll have to keep that a total secret from her. If she finds out, she might put her foot down and try to stop it."

"Shit!" That one did concern Christine. "But how can we keep that from her, once everyone else knows? As we discussed, I can keep the secret at school for a while, but not forever."

"It'll be tricky, sure. But she gets all her news about what Alan is doing outside the house from the rest of us: Alan, Kat, my mom, and me. If we all kinda fail to mention the second girlfriend thing, she'll never be the wiser. But you'll have to avoid his house, and especially her, like the plague. You may not see it, but when you and Alan look at each other, it's kinda obvious that you're both in love with each other. She'll see that right away. We'll have to find someplace else for us to service his cock."

Christine nodded, although she still rankled at the "service his cock" phrase Amy was so fond of. "Well, we can use my house. My parents are never home until after five, and they go lots of places together after work too."

Amy beamed. "That'll work!"

Amy was secretly pleased with herself. One big worry everyone in the harem had was how to keep Christine away from the Plummer house, and especially from Susan (since her enthusiasm about her slavery to her son was sometimes too obvious), to maintain the incest secret. The 'second girlfriend' idea would be the perfect excuse to take care of that, at least for a while.

CHAPTER 15

Amy stepped back and looked at Alan again. She said in a loud voice, since he was still a ways away, "Hey, O.B., I'm gonna take Christine back into my house and the two of us will chill out. I think she needs, I dunno, a helping hand or something for a while."

Alan got up and started to walk over to them.

Christine was quick to insist, "A helping hand, okay, but a non-sexual helping hand, right? Promise?"

Amy gave an encouraging nod. "Promise."

Christine's worry about being left alone with Amy made her think about all the sexual things they'd done together, and she grew even more distressed. "Looking back, I can't BELIEVE the things I did with you, Amy! I mean, I love that we're getting to be such good friends and all, but we're just... FRIENDS! We were acting like lovers! What came over me?! I hope you didn't get the wrong idea. There are certain places we touched each other that we just shouldn't touch. I don't really understand what happened, but I am NOT into women!"

Amy nodded like she really believed her. Then she looked over at Alan while Christine was looking away and gave him a non-verbal message to the effect of, "Oh my. I've got a lot of work to do with her."

Alan got the general gist. He sensed that Amy needed some time alone with Christine, and right away, to minimize just how far Christine would revert toward her previous way of thinking.

He walked up to Amy and kissed her on the lips, but it was only a quick, close-mouthed kiss. Then he did the same to Christine. But, feeling playful, he simply pulled Christine in without letting go of Amy, so they wound up in a three-way hug.

He was a bit worried that Christine might not be in a mood for anything sexy, but he pushed his luck a little bit: he kissed Amy again, and while he did that, he untied her bikini top and tossed it to the ground. Then he did the same to Christine.

Christine's only reaction to the loss of her bikini top was to complain, "Hey!"

Alan chuckled. "That's it? 'Hey?'"

Christine grinned a little bit. "Yeah, well, what can I do? I'm in the grips of an insatiable sex monster."

Alan's smile widened. "That's true." Then he made out with Christine for a while. Since Christine responded favorably, he took turns kissing his two girls while playing with their boobs. Sometimes, he actually found his lips touching both their sets of lips at the same time.

As the hugging and kissing continued, he was suddenly struck by the fact that he'd shared a naked three-way kiss with Glory and Suzanne earlier in the day. Dang! What a day! Even by my recent awesome standards, today is something special. It's all coming together. And tonight... Well, tonight will be the ultimate!

After a while, his hands roamed down and he played with the girls' pussies and asses under their bikini bottoms, as if those bottoms weren't there. He could feel four erect nipples boring into his chest, but his penis stayed flaccid and tucked in his bathing suit. The fact was, they were all too wiped out from what had happened to get fully back into it so soon.

Eventually, Christine pushed him away again. "Okay, enough already. You'd be happy to hug and kiss and fondle us all day long, wouldn't you?"

"Yep!" He admitted proudly with his hands down the fronts of both Amy's and Christine's bikini bottoms. Even though his penis remained flaccid, he still was having a great time in the three-way hug.

Christine rolled her eyes, but she obviously wasn't upset because she still wore a big smile. "Amy, what are we going to do with this guy?" She pulled away, and bent down to pick up her discarded bikini top.

As Amy also picked up her top, she playfully replied, "I don't know. Probably suck and titfuck his cock a lot!"

Christine just sighed and rolled her eyes again. She thought, Amy really has some kind of unhealthy fixation on "servicing his cock." I've gotta help her with that. I mean, there's being a good and dedicated girlfriend, and I have to admit it's a lot of fun, but she takes it to an extreme.

Seeing that the fun really was coming to an end, Alan said, "Okay. I'm gonna go back to my house. I'll leave you two to unwind. But Aims, you will be by for dinner tonight, won't you? We're gonna have a big family feast."

Amy nodded, even as she wondered what his real plans were for the evening.

He turned to his blonde beauty. "Christine, I want you to know that I love YOU - the old Christine and the new Christine, and whatever is in between. For what it's worth, I think Amy's right and there's no going back. This IS just the beginning of a great adventure that we'll share together. We are still on for our date night tomorrow night, aren't we?"

"Of course!" Christine replied quickly. Then she thought about it. Crap. I'm gonna go on a date with Alan, which is great, but Alan AND Amy? I can see how that's gonna end. I'll get all uncontrollably horny and I'll wind up taking turns sucking his cock with Amy. I mean his penis, dammit. Heck, I'll bet I'll end up doing all kinds of weird things with her. Again!

But you know what? That sounds pretty good!

Oh damn! I'm all screwed up. I already can't wait until tomorrow night, and yet it's totally fucked up to go out on a date with a guy AND his other girlfriend. I hope Amy can help me with more words of wisdom. Or maybe I should talk to Katherine. I need serious help to sort all this out.

Amy was more than glad to help sort out Christine's confusion. She'd seen how Suzanne had slowly indoctrinated Susan, and she'd learned from that. Christine was going to be a much, much tougher case than Susan, but Amy was ready for the challenge. Besides, she knew she'd have lots of help from Katherine and the others.

Alan left them shortly after that, going towards the gate in the fence while the two girls headed the other way to the Pestridge house.

Christine was walking away hand in hand with Amy, who was carrying the ghetto blaster and CDs, but then she stopped and turned back towards Alan. Her face was lined with a new worry. "Um, guys? Could I ask a big favor? Could we not talk about the details of what happened today with anyone? Not even with Katherine? I did some things I'm not too proud of, and barely even understand, and if word got out... I'd just..." She practically blushed.

Alan started to speak, to reassure her, but Amy beat him to it. She said, "Done, and done! O.B. is great at lots of things, and one of them is that he NEVER kisses and tells! Ditto with me. You can feel free to 'get your freak on' with us, and no one will ever know. Unless you want someone to know, like Kat..."

"Definitely not! Not even her." Thinking twice, Christine realized Katherine would have to know a certain amount if she were to confide in her in the future. "Well, okay, maybe you can tell her, but only in a general way. She's probably gonna be able to guess the gist of what happened here anyway, won't she?"

Amy nodded.

Christine turned to Alan. "Thank you. Not just for keeping mum, but for everything. And for what's it worth, I really do love you."

He gulped, and nodded. He'd already realized that Christine loved him, but hearing her say it again gave him goose bumps just the same.

He waited and watched them walk towards Amy's house. He belatedly shouted, "I love you too! Both of you!"

Neither girl turned around, but they both stopped, and Amy put her ghetto blaster on the ground. Then they swished their asses, bending their knees low to do so. It was so well coordinated that he realized they must have quickly worked it out with some quiet whispering. Then he heard giggles as they picked their things back up and walked on.

Dang! How does that saying go? "I hate it when you leave, but I love to see you walk away." Times two, with those two. Phew! And both those sexy, swaying, bikini-clad asses belong to me now. Sweet!

From what it sounds like, Christine could be mine for years, or even forever! Forever is a long time, so who can say, but damn. Just the possibility of having her in the harem makes me want to fly!

But will she really take to the harem thing? There's something special about Amy. She's the epitome of non-threatening. But what if Christine were to see me, say, fucking Suzanne? There's no telling how she'd react. And what about the incest? Oh, man! That's the killer. There's so much that could go disastrously wrong.

I know I'm a cad and a hypocrite and a greedy bastard and all the rest to want yet another woman, but I really want Christine in my life in a big way. And yeah, for the sex, but not JUST the sex. I really do love her! I have to count my lucky stars that she was the one who stopped me from telling her the full truth. That could help soften the blow if and when she finds out everything.

Would I really have told her about the incest? I don't know. I certainly was going to tell her everything short of that, and at least strongly hint at it, so the lying would be minimized. But would I have...? I don't know. I just don't know.

Of course, this doesn't really solve the issue; it just kicks the can farther down the road. If things work out and we keep getting closer and more intimate, eventually the day will come when she'll find out by accident or I'll have to man up and tell her. Besides, this "Don't tell me all the weird stuff you've done" attitude of hers isn't going to last for long. She's just too curious about everything. What'll I tell her then? But I'm not gonna worry about that now.

Hmmm. In the short term, the only problem is Kat. She had a hard enough time when Amy got the Official Girlfriend title. The fact that I have two girlfriends is going to doubly bum her out, especially since she's been so key in bringing Christine along. She should be rewarded for that, not punished. I'm going to have to do something special for her, and I do mean really special, and fast! I've gotta drop that good news at the exact same time she hears about the second girlfriend thing. Which means I need something NOW.

But what? I'm already gonna give her her own special day. What if I officially make her my Number One Fuck Toy with a full-on ceremony and everything?

No, that won't work. Earlier today I said she was tied for that title, and I can't unsay that. Plus, let's face it, Mom is a pretty awesome fuck toy, family sex slave too. So that pronouncement wouldn't be sincere. Besides, it's obvious that I'm gonna be spending a lot more time with Aims and Christine from now on. I need to do something that's not just symbolic, but shows that I'll be spending plenty of time with my beloved Sis too.

Hey! I know! What if I announce that, from now on, she's gonna sleep in my bed every night? She'll love that, and hell, I'll totally love it too.

But then Mom'll be bummed. Seriously bummed! And Suzanne and Aims will be miffed too.

Dang. Managing a harem is really complicated.

Hmmm. Well, I'm gonna have to stay here until I think of something. Because the second I go back in the house, Sis is gonna be all over me, eager for the latest news. Mom too. Probably Mother too. Which reminds me - I wonder where she's been since we were at Glory's.

But no problem. I can figure this out. I'm a smart guy. Besides, I need to take a break here anyway. If I go inside and something sexual starts up right away, I swear, my dick is gonna fall off!

He walked over to the gate between the Pestridge and Plummer properties, so he wouldn't run into Amy or Christine in case they came back outside. But instead of going through the gate, he sat down on a nearby large rock and tried to figure out a way to manage the give and take, so that all his women would treat these latest developments with Amy and Christine as good news.

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