Spacer X Stories: Part 17

CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 8)

Alan's alarm clock woke him up and he reached over to hit the snooze button as he usually did. But then he noticed it was still pitch dark. Looking at the clock, he realized it was three o'clock in the morning. It slowly came back to him that he'd set the clock that way on purpose with the hopes of sexually satisfying his sister if his body was up for it.

He sat in bed and thought about sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night and waking her up with a good fucking. He thought about her toned and tanned body writhing in pleasure beneath his own.

Well, looks like I don't have to worry about getting aroused. Boing! I am already. And my penis feels pretty good, I must say. I don't even feel that tired at the moment. All systems are go.

Alan had been sleeping in the nude lately and decided to just go to her room that way. It felt deliciously naughty to sneak across the hallway in the dark dressed in just his birthday suit, holding his stiff erection to prevent it from bouncing around too much.

Alan wasn't a big fan of having any kind of sex in the dark though. There are some women who look better clothed, but all the women he'd been with so far looked great naked, and cutting out the visuals cut out a large part of the experience. So when Alan found himself inside Katherine's room, he fumbled around until he found a desk lamp and turned it on. That provided some light, but it was still dark enough to be a bit mysterious and exciting, like a thief sneaking through the house with a flashlight.

Next, he turned his attention to Katherine as she lay sleeping in her bed. She too had taken to sleeping in the nude lately, but with the way she was cuddled up in her bed sheets, he couldn't see much more than her head and her hands.

He still wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do with her exactly, but he decided he wanted to see her in her full naked glory while he made up his mind. He pulled the sheets down, slowly exposing her ripe young body. She squirmed a bit as the blankets came away, but she didn't wake up.

Man! What a sister! Am I the luckiest guy on Earth or what? And she has this weird fuck toy idea that I certainly don't want to cure her of. If I wasn't feeling so tired all the time, I'd sneak in here every night! Or better, have her sneak into my room too.

Alan pondered what to do next. He liked the idea of just going for regular intercourse and giving her a good, hard fucking, but he'd made a vow not to do that for Susan's sake. Getting caught in the middle of the night by Susan was very possible, especially if Katherine really started screaming.

While he was thinking, Katherine started to shift about in the bed. Her hands seemed to flail about a bit as she shifted her body around, leading Alan to guess that she was missing the blankets and trying to pull them close.

Instead, one of her hands found its way down to her pussy. Alan realized she was having a dream, and from the way she was starting to moan it was turning into a very pleasant erotic dream. He looked closely at her eyelids and saw them fluttering a bit. I remember reading about that somewhere - REM sleep, dreaming, meaning Rapid Eye Movement.

He watched with fascination, since he'd never really examined someone dreaming before (and the fact that she was buck naked and gorgeous certainly didn't hurt). Her fingers lingered near her pussy lips but she didn't seem to have the coordination to put them in. Then her moans started to become a bit more coherent. "Alan! ... Oh Alan! ... Big... Big, big, big... Big, BIG Brother! ... Oh!"

Alan chuckled, very pleased. That's pretty cool. She must really like me if she dreams about me like that. It just makes me want to fuck her so good and long. But I really shouldn't. I just know we'll get carried away. However, what if I try something new...

He crawled up on the bed. Okay, this is kind of gross. But after all the blowjobs I've been getting it's only fair for some payback. Plus she's smooth shaven so this is the ideal pussy to try out some pussy licking. If I totally hate it I can stop before she wakes up and no one will be the wiser. This is as risk free as it gets.

Katherine's hand was still lazily lingering around her pussy, so Alan gently pushed it away. Then he had a better idea and carefully licked her fingers on that hand, one by one.

That increased the intensity of Katherine's moans. They'd been incoherent for a while but now she started saying, "Too big! Too big! ... Soooo big..."

Alan chuckled some more at that. He thought, If my penis were only half as big as all the hype about it around the house, it would be like two feet long! I wouldn't be able to fit through a door. Not that I'm going to discourage the hype, heh-heh.

Then he then turned his attention to her pussy. Her hand was safely out of the way, so in the dim light he bent his head further down, thinking, Well, here goes nothing.

No sooner did he put his tongue on her gash (already nice and moist from her dream) and licked his way up it when he sensed a tremor running through Katherine's whole body, like someone had lifted her up an inch or two then dropped her back down. Two hands suddenly appeared at his head and clenched at his hair, pulling on it hard.

Then a scream began. "Aaaeeeii-"

Not wanting to get caught, Alan acted fast. He quickly scooted his way up her body, taking her hands on his head with him. He was going to put a hand over her mouth but when his head rose high enough for her to see his face, her scream died in her throat.

He slowed down until his eyes were just a foot or so in front of hers. Her eyes were wide open with fear, but also adjusting to the dim light.

"Alan?! My baby? Is that really you?!"

He puzzled at the "my baby" but nodded. He brought a finger to his mouth in a "be quiet" gesture and whispered "Sssh!" for good measure.

It was a good thing he did too, because it took all of Katherine's willpower not to scream even louder than before, but this time from joy instead of fear. Instead, she stretched her body and threw her fists in the air. "YES! YES!" she scream-whispered. "My dream man is here in the flesh!"

But her celebration was short lived because she threw herself at him, covering his mouth with hers in a deep and passionate soul kiss. She tackled him so exuberantly than within seconds she wound up on top of him. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

The kiss went on for about a minute or so until one hand found his erection. Then her other hand quickly join in the discovery. She broke the kiss and gasped for air. "Ooh! Is all this magnificent cock for me?!"

"Yep!"

She started to scoot down his body, but he said, "Wait. Remember what I was doing when I woke you up? I was just starting to lick you down there. Don't you want me to do some more of that?"

"Please do!"

"Sssh!"

"Please do!" she repeated, a lot quieter this time. "But let's make a sixty-nine. I've never done that before. You explore down there and I'll just pop this lovely baby maker in my mouth. Oh man! What a great surprise! You're the best brother ever!"

So they repositioned, with Katherine still lying on top.

Alan tried his best to get back to his aborted pussy licking, but didn't have much success. At least from his point of view he thought he didn't, though Katherine seemed to love everything he was doing. It was too dark for him to see what he was licking most of the time and he just licked whatever happened to be there in front of him. But the biggest "problem" was that Katherine was sucking on his erection like some kind of possessed mad woman. She was so into it that Alan couldn't concentrate or find his bearing to really know what he was doing.

Alan had heard of the "alphabet technique" where one makes the shapes of the letter of the alphabet to vary up the pussy licking, but there was no chance for him to try that out. Mostly, he just stuck his tongue out and sometimes came into contact with her writhing body, and sometimes didn't. He concentrated on squeezing his PC muscle so he wouldn't shoot his load after only a minute or two, but it wasn't easy given the way Katherine was giving the blowjob her absolute all.

He hung in long enough until he felt her body tremble with a great orgasm and then he let his restraints go and shot a load right into her mouth. He was intrigued to notice how much pussy juice gushed out and wetted his face while he was spraying her tonsils with cum.

But all too soon their orgasms were over. Katherine switched from being a boundless ball of energy to barely having the energy to roll off her brother. She fell into a clingy and cuddly mood, which suited Alan's newfound exhaustion just fine.

As they lay side by side, she whispered, "Big Brother, that was the best surprise ever! I was having this dream about you really nailing my cunt with your massive pussy pleaser, just like I do most every night, and then all of the sudden I wake up and it's really happening! Well, close enough, anyway. In fact, the fact that you were willing to go down on me was even better than regular intercourse! That was so unexpected!"

Alan grinned. "I know. For me too. I wasn't really planning on doing that, but I just figured, 'Why not?' That was my first time going down on a woman. I hope I didn't suck too bad."

"You're first time?!" she whispered excitedly. "Wow! That's totally cool! You make me feel so loved. Ohmigod! ME! Your first time!"

"Sssh!"

"Sorry," she replied quietly. "It's just that I'm so excited. I wish I could tell Mom. She'd be totally thrilled, if it weren't for her reservations about us being together." She sat up some and looked at him with renewed excitement. "But you know what the coolest thing of all is?"

"What's that?"

"That you could just come in my room in the middle of the night and take me at any time, in any way you like! I've never felt so totally, well, fuck toy-ish! Sleeping in this bed is never gonna be the same knowing that at any given moment you could burst in and take me any way you like, ravage me, and fill any of my holes with your precious little baby makers!"

"Does that bother you?"

"BOTHER me?!" Realizing she was getting too loud, she lowered her voice again. "Bother me? Are you kidding? I don't know how I'll get to sleep ever again, 'cos I'll be too excited thinking about all the things you could do to me at any time!"

Alan was very pleased. He'd had an extremely sexually satisfying time, even though it was rather short, but more importantly he knew Katherine didn't feel neglected any more.

After a few more minutes of post coital cuddling and kissing, he snuck his way back into the hallway. On a whim, he went down to his mother's bedroom instead of his own, opened the door, and peeked in. He saw her lying on her side, loudly breathing, and obviously deep asleep. Even though her body was completely covered by sheets and blankets, her face still looked startlingly beautiful as it was lit by the moonlight shining through the window near her bed.

As Alan stared, he thought, Sis is right. Things have really been opening up around here. Now that Ron is gone, not only can I sneak into Sis's room at any time, but what's to stop me from sneaking in here and having my way with Mom any time I like? It's almost a bummer than I'm such a deep sleeper. But what's a real drag is that I need so much sleep or else I'd make a midnight crawl to one bed or another every single night! Heh-heh!

Closing the door, he snuck back to his bed and immediately fell asleep.

CHAPTER 2

Alan couldn't wait for Friday to be over. The reason was the tennis tournament. He was so physically tired from playing too much tennis and not getting enough sleep that he hardly had the energy for sexual fun anymore. He went from eight climaxes on Tuesday to six on Wednesday and four on Thursday (including his three A.M. adventure in Katherine's bedroom although it was technically on Friday). He worried that if the pattern continued, he would ruin his six times a day average.

In the morning, again he neither masturbated nor was pleasured, because he chose to sleep until the last possible minute. Susan had to drive him to school so he wouldn't be late. About the only fun thing to happen was the way Katherine asked him several times with a knowing smirk if he'd had a good sleep.

Glory could see Alan was dragging. Responding to his needs, she made sure their lunch together was more of a nap for him. She could tell that he needed affection and rest much more than additional orgasms, despite his punishing six times a day schedule.

He lay on the floor of his classroom and cuddled with Glory with his eyes closed for most of lunch, drifting in and out of consciousness. That's all that happened. He left feeling better than he'd felt all day. He also felt closer to Glory than ever before.

As his fifth period class started, he realized that he felt completely okay and rested for the first time all day. He began to think he'd be able to get through the last day of the tennis tournament after all.

But then something surprising happened. Only a few minutes into the class, a school secretary came into the class and handed the teacher a note.

His teacher said, "Alan, there's a note here for you. Looks like it's another one of these counselor things."

That was a reference to the periodic meetings school counselors scheduled with students. Every so often, students would be called in to discuss their academic prospects for college and/or their career plans.

Alan was a bit surprised that his name was called because normally students were told in advance when their next counselor meeting was, but he picked up the permission slip and left the classroom. Meeting with his counselor was just about the last thing he wanted to do at the moment, given the way that his studies had been suffering lately.

But then he had another surprise. He hadn't gone far down the hall when Heather's best friend Simone rounded a corner and came right up to him. "Hi, Alan," she said quietly, and then handed him another note. She waited for him to read it.

It said:

Alan,
Scratch your supposed counselor meeting. That was just a ruse to get you to meet me since you've ignored all my other messages. I really need to meet you right now. It's very urgent. I have something important to tell you. Please meet me in the upper parking lot. I'm waiting for you.

Heather

Simone waited until Alan pocketed the note and then asked him, "So. Are you going to meet her?"

Alan grumbled, "Yeah. I guess." He was upset at Heather for a number of reasons and it showed.

Simone looked at him sympathetically. "I know what you mean. She can be infuriating at times. But once you get to know her, she's really not that bad. She's more bluster than bite. Anyway, see you around."

So Alan made his way to the upper parking lot after stopping by the bathroom and carefully flushing Heather's note down the toilet. He found Heather leaning up against a blue Mustang. It was a nineteen-sixties era model but it looked as if it were brand new. He knew from seeing her around that this was her car.

He noticed that she was wearing a San Diego Chargers tank top, a black skirt, and high heels. He thought to himself, DAMN, she's looking fuckable today. Then again, she looks pretty damn fuckable every day. Is she wearing a bra? I don't think so. How can she get away with wearing that at school?

He walked up to her and said, "Hi Heather. What's so important? Please make it quick 'cos I have to get back to class."

"No you don't," she countered, smiling and acting on her best behavior. "Those counselor sessions last a good fifteen minutes, if not twenty, so if you get back any quicker than that it'll make your teacher suspicious."

Alan conceded the point by not arguing with her. Instead, he asked, "How is it that you can get these kinds of permission slips? We could be in big trouble if anyone sees us out here, skipping class."

"PUH-lease! This whole school administration is so malleable. You just have to know how to handle people. Believe me, if some official catches us here, by the time I'm through talking, he or she will actually THANK us for missing class. And as for how I get the slips, don't you worry your pretty head about that. Let's just say that a lot of people owe me favors."

Alan didn't like her condescending tone. He pressed, "Fine. Let's cut to the chase. What's so important that you had to drag me out of class?"

Heather replied, "You and I have things to talk about and things to do, but you've been ignoring all the notes I sent you. I sent you a note on Wednesday apologizing for what I did at your house on Tuesday. I thought that was being real lady-like, sending an apologetic note. But no reply. Then yesterday I sent you one inviting you to my house for a little fun. But you didn't crawl in through my window that evening. Even today I sent you one earlier telling you where to meet me during lunch, and you didn't show. So I've been forced to take sterner measures. You did get all of my notes, didn't you?"

Alan nodded, but said, "I didn't respond 'cos I wanted you to contact me directly. If you want to talk to me so badly, why not just say something in the hall between classes? I must have passed by you a bunch of times in the past few days, yet you won't even make eye contact with me. So screw you and your notes delivered by your minions. I have nothing to say to you if you're too ashamed to be seen with me."

Heather was surprisingly contrite. "Alan, I'm really sorry. I can understand how you feel. I'd like to talk to you in school, I really would. It's frustrating for me too because I feel like you and I have something special going between us. You're not like all the other guys, not by a long shot. But you have to understand my position. This is a very delicate time for me. As you probably know, our class chooses the school's homecoming queen before the end of the semester. True, I'm the frontrunner, but Donna's breathing down my neck. If I'm seen consorting with a full-on nerd, well, that's just the kind of thing to give her the edge."

Alan growled. "Dammit, there you go with the nerd thing again. You make it seem like I'm a leper or something. What's so shameful about being a good student and having a certain taste in popular entertainment? Why should I be socially condemned because I like Star Wars and Star Trek? That's fucking excellent entertainment."

She didn't reply so he went on, "I've been doing some thinking since Tuesday. Yes, the fucking was a lot of fun, but you really annoy me. Both times after we've had sex, I ended up feeling like I'd been used by you. I don't need that kind of grief. I have lots of other women at least as beautiful as you that I'd much rather be with. Go find some other victim to trick and tease and torment."

Heather had a hard time admitting it, even to herself, but she really needed Alan. The two times she'd had sex with him were heads and shoulders above what she was used to in her usual sexual encounters with the big jock types in the school. The way he called her names and the fact that he played hard to get made her want him even more.

Actually, it wasn't really playing hard to get because she could tell he wasn't just playing; he had been with other women of Heather's caliber so he could take or leave her. Yet she loved the challenge of trying to keep him interested, since she'd never had to do that with any guy before.

She knew that she might find other guys just as sexually endowed and/or talented as Alan, or possibly even more so, but they wouldn't have Alan's other attributes. Even though she didn't know Alan that well, she instinctively felt that only he knew how to treat her the way she needed to be treated.

She almost never apologized or compromised with anyone, but she was willing to go a long way to get what she wanted from Alan. She said to him, "Alan, let's talk. Let's work this out. I'm not as bad as you think. I know I've treated you badly, but I want to make it up to you. Tell me what you'd like me to do."

Alan was quite surprised by that. He quickly thought what he might want from her, and then said, "Okay. We'll see how serious you are. If you want me to fuck you - and I know that's the only thing you care about when it comes to me - I need you to do two things for starters. One, you have to be friendly to me in public in school."

Heather considered that. She looked and felt quite conflicted about the idea, but she finally said, "I'd like to. I really would. The problem is, I've dug myself into a bit of a hole on that one."

She seemed hesitant to say more, so Alan prodded, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know when Katherine and I ran into you and your friends at the beach the other day?"

"Yeah?"

"It seems your friend Steve decided to go around and tell everyone that you and I were good friends. To make matters worse, he actually told people that I had respect for nerds who did well academically. Of course I had to say something to protect my reputation. So I kind of put you down and laughed at the idea that I would even talk to you."

Alan figured that when she said "Steve" she must have meant his best friend Sean. But given the way Sean had acted around her, he figured it might be a good thing if she couldn't remember his correct name, so he didn't try to correct her about that. However, he got angry at the rest of what she said.

"You see?! This is the problem. Heather, you think I'm some kind of self-abusing moron? Why the hell would I ever talk to you after you treat me like that behind my back?!"

She grabbed him by his shoulders. "Alan, look! I said I'm sorry. I really am. This whole thing has been a big learning experience for me, too, all right? I thought I had everyone pegged by the groups they belonged to, but now you've come along and upset everything. You're way down the social ladder, and yet I LIKE you. Okay? It's not just that you're so good at fucking; I actually respect you. You don't put up with shit. You're clever. You know how to get what you want. You remind me a lot of myself, actually."

Alan was enjoying the compliments, but he winced at that last one. The last thing he wanted to be was anything like Heather. But still, he was moved by what seemed to be genuine regret on her part.

He said, "Okay, we'll see how sincere you are. I'd love to see you tell everyone about your new nerdy friend. Make it happen. I know you can. You're fucking Heather goddamn Morgan, for crying out loud! When you say 'Jump!' everyone says, 'How high?' Instead of having people think you're hanging with a nerd, make them think that I'm cool enough to be with you. You can do that no problem. You make or break people at this school all the time."

Heather considered that idea. After a long pause, she said, "Perhaps that would work. Admittedly, I'll have to take a hit. I can't completely avoid that. But maybe there is a way I can finesse this and mostly undo my earlier gaffe."

She thought some more, and then said, "How does this plan sound? I'll have Simone casually mention how cool and sexy you are at lunch. I'll get a couple of my other followers to enthusiastically agree. Naturally, everyone will turn to me for my opinion. I'll confess that I've been so impressed by you myself that I've been trying to get close to you. I'll say that I'd denied that I'd talked to you because I want you all for myself."

She added, "Of course, naturally that'll surprise a lot of people in the 'in crowd' and there'll be a lot of doubt and grumbling. It'll take a few days to convince them that I'm not just playing a gag and that you're lying low and posing as a nerd because you're secretly too busy doing all kinds of amazing things to bother playing the social game. By and by, your reputation will rise and then I'll be able to be seen with you. In fact, before long you might find yourself having to fight the ladies off."

Alan laughed. "That's a bit dishonest and sneaky and I'm annoyed that you have to pretend that I'm a non-nerd in disguise, but I suppose it could work. What's this secret cool work I'm doing at home?"

Heather considered the question carefully, then answered, "I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't get too carried away with tricky intrigues. Let's just say that you're secretly ultra rich and you're some kind of Rudolph Valentino type fucking all kinds of amazing women in your spare time. That'll definitely overcome the stigma of your dweeby Star Trek marathons and all your little Dungeons and Dragons games. People may not necessarily believe it, but they'll wonder about it, and look at you in a new way."

Alan had to struggle to keep his poker face. Heather was much more accurate with her cover story than she realized. In addition to all of the truly spectacular women he was fucking, his family was much wealthier than he let on at school where he generally acted like he had few possessions beyond a limited selection of generic shorts and T-shirts. His didn't even own a cell phone, much lessown a car. She was even correct in her guess that he'd played Dungeons and Dragons fairly often in the past few years.

But he simply said, "I guess that works. But after that, I never want to hear you say the word 'nerd' again, okay? You're a good actress, but I don't believe you've actually changed your mind about socially labeling people and pigeonholing them one bit. You're just making a big exception for me because you like the way I fuck."

That was true, but Heather knew better than to admit it. She just continued to look at him with regretful, puppy dog eyes. She threw in an extra hurtful expression to pretend she was offended that he didn't believe her.

Alan continued, "If you do that and actually follow through by speaking to me in the halls, then great. But it's probably a moot point because you won't agree to my other demand. I don't like you cheating on Rock. It's not that I particularly care anything about him, though I do feel a bit bad for the guy, it's just that I have no desire to get beat up by him or his football player buddies. He looks exactly like the kind of dumb brute that would go postal and beat me within an inch of my life if he found out what you and I were doing. And you like to take chances and even rub his nose in it, like your whole crazy Baskin Robbins escapade. That's a recipe for disaster. Like I said, I have plenty of other women in my life. You're just not worth the risk."

Even though he said this, he was very much hoping she'd prove him wrong.

Heather greatly resented being called "not worth the risk," but at the same time it made her want to prove to him that she was worth it all the more. She replied, "You don't understand. I'm charmed. Charmed, I tell you! I don't get caught. Ever. And if I ever was I'm sure I could talk my way out of it. I'm not worried in the slightest."

"That's nice for you, Heather, but I AM worried. And that's all that matters to me."

"Alan, listen to me. You don't play the social game at school so you don't understand what's at stake here. I honestly don't like Rock at all. In fact, I loathe him and laugh at him behind his back. You know that. So normally I'd be more than glad to break up with him. But he's the star quarterback. Everyone at school falls all over each other just to smell his farts. He's my ticket to a guaranteed win in the homecoming queen race."

She grimaced with anger. "You don't know what goes on in my circles, but Donna is tough competition. She's got her own schemes and support network backing her up. Right now there's a sort of Cold War-type truce between us. She's pretty much conceded my victory because I'm going steady with Rock. But without him, it could turn into a nasty knock down, drag out fight over who gets the homecoming queen title."

Alan hardly knew Donna, a beautiful brunette prima donna who was frighteningly similar to Heather in many ways, but he knew enough to know that Heather was probably largely accurate in her assessment. He asked, "What's the big deal about that title anyway? So you get to wear a tiara and wave at people for an evening. Big whoop."

"You don't get it! It's all about confirming my number one status. I can't stand to be number two. I can't do it! I won't!" She looked at him with a fierce determination. "That's NOT going to happen. Period!"

Alan was of two minds. A part of him hoped that his demands were too much for Heather because in his heart he knew she was a negative influence on him. But another part wanted to see her cave so she could be his wanton school fuck bunny, consequences be damned. Since she'd made the decision to stand tough, he decided that it was probably for the best that they go their own ways.

He said, "Well then. That's just too bad. I hope you find someone else who can take my place." He turned and began to walk away.

Heather's face looked resolute. But as it became clear he was really walking away, she caved. She could hardly believe what she was doing, but she yelled, "Wait!"

Alan stopped and turned around.

Heather was fairly confident that she could beat Donna without having Rock as a boyfriend; it would just be a lot more difficult. And she knew it really wouldn't be that big of a hit to be seen with Alan, provided she could boost his image first. It wasn't that she minded what she was losing that much; it was just the principle of losing that galled her.

But she said, "Okay. You win. I'll drop Rock like a stone. Ha ha, get it? Who knows, it might actually be better this way. A battle with Donna is something I could sink my teeth into. It might even be an amusing diversion, just so long as I win. But I'll need some time to let Rock down easy without a big blowup that'll damage my reputation even more, or arouse his suspicions. And don't think that this means I'll go out with YOU. I like you and all, but that's going too far. Your reputation can only be rehabilitated so much. If I was openly dating a nerd, okay, an ex-nerd, Donna would walk away with the title for sure."

Alan chuckled. "What makes you think I'd want to go out with you?"

That took her by complete surprise.

After she failed to verbally respond to that, he paused and eyed her critically. "Huh. You do surprise me. If you're willing to do all that, I guess I can compromise."

CHAPTER 3

Heather could hardly believe how happy the deal made her. She decided that she absolutely had to have Alan's long shaft in her at that very moment. Fuck just shaking hands. "Not worth the risk" my ass! Let's do this right!

She pulled her tank top off and stood there topless. "It's good doing business with you, kind sir. What say we do a little bit of celebrating to seal the deal?"

Alan looked around in a panic. "Heather, put your top back on already! What the hell are you thinking?! We're in the middle of the school parking lot!"

"I know," she smiled, unperturbed. "Isn't it fun?" She was wearing a short black skirt but pulled it up around her waist and spread her legs to better display her pussy to him. "Steaming hot pie is being served. Come and get it."

Alan immediately said, "Shush! Keep your voice down!" He rushed right up to her so he could block the view of her by putting his body in the way. He hoped that if anyone was looking at him from the general direction of the school they would be far enough away from them to make it look merely like two people standing close and talking to each other. But there was an open street in the other direction and nothing between the two of them and lots of traffic except for a sidewalk and a few more rows of parked cars.

He pressed himself closer to her so they were practically nose to nose. He admonished, "Put your clothes back on this instant! Don't be crazy!" Her bared nipples pressed into his T-shirt.

All of a sudden, Heather disengaged and walked to the side of her car. She took the tank top she held in one of her hands and slipped it into a car window she'd left partially open. Because the window had been opened just a little bit to help the car from overheating, there was no way for Alan to reach in and unlock the door to retrieve it.

She smiled devilishly as she said, "What, you said lock my clothes in the car? And keep them there until you've finished fucking me? Okay." Her hands went to her skirt and she made to pull it down her legs. "I guess you're the boss now that you beat me, and I'm just the helpless slut that needs to be seriously fucked."

"Wait!" Alan said with great alarm.

Heather froze in place for the time being - mostly. She'd made her way back to the front of the car where Alan was, but he was still a few feet away from her and the front end of the car. She turned around so that her back was to Alan, then pulled her skirt up to her stomach and preened over the hood of the car. She could tell that Alan was struggling and trying to decide what to do, and she figured that if he had a great view of her exposed ass and pussy, that might push him in the right direction.

Alan tried to think. He looked around again and watched all the cars driving by. Luckily there were no traffic lights or stop signs nearby, so the cars were moving at a fast pace.

God, I can only hope that if anyone does looks over and sees us, they'll be out of sight before they can really figure out what's going on. But as bad as those cars over there are, the danger of some school official stumbling onto us is ten times worse! I mean, sure, this lot is completely empty of people now, but what if someone's sick and has to go home or they have an appointment? There are all kinds of reasons even teachers might come to this very lot to get their car!

I know Heather's got a talent for manipulating people, but there's no fucking way she could talk her away out of us being caught here like this! I mean, everything's just hanging out all over the place. First her tits and now her pussy. She's like, basically completely naked! This is completely out of control!

But while Alan's mind was thinking these rational thoughts, his body was reacting on a more primal level. His eyes went up and down Heather's backside, from her black high heels all the way up miles upon miles of tanned long legs, then further up her feathery blonde ponytail. Each inch of her was too perfect and fuckable to resist. He found himself incredibly aroused by Heather's daring nakedness and all the danger.

The way Heather had started to rhythmically move her ass up and down and side to side wasn't exactly helping him to keep a level head either. She whispered sexily, "Hurry! I need a real man who knows how to use my puss for his pleasure."

As he felt his resolve slipping, he cursed to her, "You were planning this all along, weren't you? Why the hell did you choose to meet me in the parking lot of all places?! You can't get any more wide open than this!"

"Oh, I can. I suspect you're going to open me up really good and wide right now." She let her skirt slide down her muscular legs until it was dangling off of one of her feet, then she picked it up and threw it over her shoulder. She used both hands to pull her pussy lips open wide to help illustrate her meaning.

"Heather!" Alan cried in frustration and animal lust. He'd seen her skirt go sailing completely over her car, so he scurried around the Mustang and picked it up. While he'd given up on rescuing her top, he hoped to at least get her to put the skirt back on. As he quickly returned to where he was standing, he complained, "That's not what I meant!"

Heather bent over at an even more lewd angle and pried her pussy lips open with her fingers. "Alan, I just gave up my boyfriend and school reputation to be your slut. Fill me with it! I need it so bad!"

Alan caved in, at least partially. "Okay, fine, we can fuck, but not here! Not now!"

"But Alan," Heather said with uncommon calm, "why do you think I picked this spot?" She slithered her way towards Alan like a cheetah stalking its prey and slowly closing in for the kill. "It seems wide open, but no one ever comes here. This is the safest place in the school 'cos it's cut off from the buildings and on a different level. Believe you me, I know since I skip class so much."

It was in fact far from the safest place, but she hoped that Alan was too overcome by lust to clearly think about it. She was very glad to be the one pulling the strings again and getting him all flustered, after having to make some inconvenient compromises. It salved her ego.

Alan found himself backing up as she steadily advanced. He was losing control but still resisting. He'd look at her and feel ready to acquiesce, but then he'd look around at the parking lot and passing cars and stiffen his resolve.

She saw that he could back up forever in a wide open parking lot like this one. So she tried a different approach, knowing Alan wanted her but needed more of a push to overcome his security issues. She sat up on the hood of the car and then laid down upon it as if posing for a centerfold photo.

It was a reasonably warm partly cloudy day and the metal on the hood was so hot that it almost burned her skin, but she didn't care. She thought, Soon, I'm going to be burning on the inside too, as Alan's molten hot cock slides in all the way. After a titanic, volcanic fuck, he'll erupt and shoot his hot lava all over my defenseless pussy!

Alan just gulped. He found himself pulled back towards her against his will. He thought, It's like I'm the Millennium Falcon, helplessly caught in the Death Star's tractor beam! What a good metaphor too, 'cos Heather's pure evil just like Darth Vader and his empire.

He complained, "God, Heather, you're a total slut."

Heather stretched and purred like a kitten, or perhaps more fittingly for her personality, like a lioness. "What are you waiting for, big guy? The longer you stand there and dither, the greater the chance we'll get caught. I'm all helpless and naked. I'm YOUR helpless and naked slut, begging for your big fat cock! The sooner you finish fucking me, the sooner I can dress."

Alan yelped, "Cover yourself! This is insanity!" He stepped forward and handed her the skirt.

She just laughed and tossed her skirt over her shoulder again.

Alan looked all around and saw one male driver on the road staring right at Heather as he sped on by. This man was so transfixed that his car swerved wildly all over the road. It was a close thing that there wasn't an accident.

The wild swerving looked pretty hilarious from a distance, but Alan didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. He was so torn by the conflict between lust and danger that he thought he was losing his mind.

Heather responded to his call to cover herself by placing one of her hands over her pussy. She opened and closed the gaps between her fingers several times, effectively playing peek-a-boo and drawing even more of Alan's attention to her hot slit. "Is that better?" she asked in a voice dripping with desire.

Alan's mind boggled at how calm Heather appeared through all of this. She acted like lying naked on a car in the middle of the school day with cars driving by was something she did all the time and no particular big deal. But that was just how she looked on the outside, to better project her cool seductress pose.

On the inside, her heart was beating harder than it even had before. She had done a lot of wild things in her life, but nothing as crazy as this. She hadn't been on the hood for more than a minute and she was already dying to get off of it, especially since the hot metal was so uncomfortable, but it was a game of chicken to see who would break first. She would rather burn than lose.

CHAPTER 4

By this point, Alan was bursting with lust, anger, and incredulous shock. He couldn't believe how Heather had tricked him like this and couldn't believe what he was actually going to do. Seeing Heather sprawled across the hood of the car in such a public place was simply too arousing to resist.

"Okay, I'll fuck you, but only if you come down here this second!" He was rather futilely trying to convince himself that he was only fucking her to put her in a less exposed position so they wouldn't both get caught.

Heather just about flew off the hood and into Alan's arms. She didn't want him to know, but she was extremely relieved to retreat from such an exposed position and find shelter in the relative safety of his warm embrace. In her heart of hearts, she knew that she'd gone too far and taken an unacceptable risk. But she'd dared and triumphed. It felt fantastic.

Alan yelled with malice, "Oh, I'll fuck you, all right. I'll fuck you good! Turn around and take it doggy style like the bitch and slut that you are!"

Heather eagerly complied. She put her hands on the hood as if she was about to be frisked by a police officer. The thought of being frisked while wearing nothing but a pair of high heels turned her on even more. She thrust her ass back at an outrageous angle, ready and willing to be probed and invaded. "You're so right! I'm such a slut, but only for a real man like you!"

Alan fumbled with his shorts. He was too nervous and excited to properly get the zipper down. Imagining all kinds of drivers and passers by watching, he still tried to crowd his body right up next to Heather's to reduce the chance of her being seen. But with his penis practically poking into her bare, deeply tanned ass, things were just too exciting and he still couldn't manage his zipper. He knew that they were in great danger of getting caught and his anxiety increased with every passing second.

He finally just yanked his shorts down so he could get on with it. They dropped all the way down until they were dangling around one of his ankles, leaving his ass completely bare in case anyone from school happened to look in his direction.

But he didn't care. His mind was so overtaken by lust that he couldn't think straight. His heart was pounding like a hammer so loudly that he could hardly hear anything over the din. Even his sight was reduced to tunnel vision, which the human body does sometimes at times of great crisis.

Alan grabbed Heather's ass with both hands and rammed his penis all the way in her pussy with one massive thrust. "God DAMN you, bitch! How DARE you! Fuck! Fuck with me?! I'll fuck YOU! I'll show you!"

Heather was excited beyond belief. She loved how Alan was taking charge and acting so aggressively. She loved how she'd made him do something he didn't really want to do. She loved the thrill of possibly getting caught. She loved watching the cars drive by and seeing the startled looks of some of the drivers. She loved the powerful thrusts pistoning in and out of her.

Oh yes, fuck me you well hung stud! Fuck me like you really mean it! Make me take every last inch of your eight incredible inches until I'm screaming for mercy! FUCK ME!

"Do it!" she screamed. "Show me with your thick cock! Show me how to treat a shameless slut!"

She tried to remain standing with just her hands on her car propping her up, because she didn't want to dirty herself any more than she already was (the car actually was quite clean, but Heather didn't want any dirt on her skin at all).

But Alan continued to nail her so hard that she was inevitably pushed into the bodywork of her car. Her hot and wet pussy sheathed his dick with such a tight and perfect fit that he was too overcome with pleasure to care how hard her naked skin got pushed into the metal. He was nearly delirious with desire.

Before long, she was bent over with her big breasts pressed into the dirty and hot metal of the car's hood, where she'd just been sprawled out. At first she was disgusted by the dirt, but soon enough she loved that too. It made her feel more feral and wanton to fuck with complete disregard to her surroundings.

Alan repeatedly slammed her into the front end of the car like he was trying to drive her clear through it. He fucked her as fast and deep and hard as he possibly could. He was as angry as he could get and also mindful of the urgent need to finish up quickly.

After his initial verbal outburst, he did have enough presence of mind to remember that screaming and yelling made it a lot more likely that they would be found out. So he restricted himself to impassioned groans and grunts as he pummeled her pussy.

Heather, likewise, wanted to scream like a banshee at the top of her lungs but she knew that wasn't prudent. She also ended up grunting and moaning so loudly that they could be heard from a fair distance away. It was simply impossible to remain quiet while being fucked so hard and so good.

Alan had contempt for guys who lost control in less than five minutes, but that's exactly what he did this time. In just a little over three minutes, he started to shoot his seed into her with tremendous force. But what a three minutes they were. Alan had never fucked anyone as intensely before. His penis moved so fast it was almost a blur.

And when his climax came, he truly climaxed. True, he didn't have much cum to give after being tapped out in recent days, but that didn't faze him or Heather. With one final great thrust, he drove so deep into her that it seemed as if he would truly split her in two. He actually saw stars as he roared.

Heather loved it so much that she came hard too, right on cue. Their mutual orgasms helped propel them to higher and higher peaks of ecstasy. She kicked her legs high into the air, occasionally kicking his back with her high heels during uncontrollable spasms.

After hitting his mountainous peak, Alan didn't have much left. He kept his dick all the way in her because he was too overwhelmed to withdraw, and then he collapsed on top of her. But still, his penis jerked and jerked, pumping out the rest of his ropes of thick cum until he was completely tapped out. He felt so satiated that it seemed like he'd never need to cum again. The sky started to go black...

The next thing he knew, his body was lying directly against the hot metal hood of the car and his face was pressed painfully against it. Hands were pulling his shorts up.

He turned around and managed to sit up just as Heather finished pulling his shorts up. He noticed that she had her skirtback on, but still looking very sweaty and disheveled. There were scuff marks on her arms and legs. He could even see indentations on her face where it had been flattened into some piece of car trim. Nonetheless, she looked great. She had that "just fucked" look that some women sometimes try to imitate by having their long hair deliberately fall out of place, but she didn't have to fake it because she indeed had just been royally fucked.

She chuckled. "Looks like we both passed out. Who knows how long we've been lying here?"

"Oh shit!" Alan stood and looked around frantically.

She laughed. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I checked the clock in my car just now. I was only out a minute or two, and you took just a little bit longer. No way could I sleep smushed up against the hot hood of my baby. But still, we should probably get back." She moved to the side of her car and began arranging her hair by the reflection of the shiny metal on the side of her car.

Alan just breathed for a minute. He was too overcome to do any more. He found it amazing that she had no problem standing there topless and seemed more concerned that her hair was out of place. He could see her tank top still locked inside her car and briefly wondered how she would get it out since he saw no sign of keys or any place to hide keys. Then, after a brief scan to confirm they hadn't been spotted, he said, "You tricked me. Again. I feel used. Again. Fuck."

She turned to him and smiled. "But wasn't it great? Wasn't that the best fuck ever? Man, I've NEVER been fucked like that! Not even by you. Short, yes, but oh so sweet." She amped up her lustful look as she added, "You really showed me what happens to shameless sluts when they push too far. Their cunts get nailed and used real good."

Alan just stared. He looked angry because he felt angry, and somehow that impressed Heather even more.

She joked, "Next time, I want you to actually fuck me as I lie across the hood. You say you want me to acknowledge you at school, so next time, let's do it on one of the cafeteria tables at lunch, ha ha!"

Even though she was joking, Alan was staggered at that thought. His mouth gaped.

Heather continued on happily, oblivious to his shock, "I'm already not regretting our deal. That fuck alone was worth it! I want you to do that to me every single day, baby." She actually leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek in an affectionate and intimate manner.

Then she squatted down on the ground and opened her pussy lips with her fingers. A steady flow of whitish cum started to drip out. Her short black skirt rode up didn't do much to hide what was happening. She looked at him and joked a bit nervously, "Let's hope the pills I'm taking do their job. You may just be too potent, though, the way you gave it to me practically straight into my womb."

That snapped him out of his daze. Shit! Why didn't I use a condom?! What a disaster. Heather, the mother to my child? I don't think so!

He looked at her with great determination and said in a stern voice, "Well, I am doing some regretting. I have a new demand to make and it's non-negotiable. I'll fuck you, yes, but it certainly won't be every day because your cover story for me isn't that far off. I AM busy with some pretty amazing women when I'm not at school, and I'm not talking just about Amy. Any fucking will happen at the time and place of MY choosing. No more pressure, no more little notes delivered by your underlings. There will be no next time, if you're thinking up more insanity like this. And I'm not even going to think about fucking you until you come through on the rest of our deal. No more treating me like a leper and I want you to break up with Rock. Is that clear?"

She looked sad as she finished cleaning her pussy out as much as she could. Still topless, she stood and tried to wipe her skin clean from all the dirt. "It's clear. The only thing is you said you'd give me some time. I'll need about two weeks to arrange things with Rock. The poor fool thinks he's deeply in love with me. It'll be hard to shake him without clueing him in to the truth."

"Okay, you have until the end of next week with him. But I won't even think about fucking you again until you speak to me in the halls and treat me like I don't have some kind of disease. ... And... shit! Disease! Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Why didn't I use a condom? GOD, I'm so stupid!"

Heather ran a finger underneath his chin. "I know you're not stupid about protection. You just can't resist me. Join the club."

Alan wanted to make a gagging gesture at her arrogant "join the club" comment, but he was too worried about the time ticking away to start a fight. Cars were still driving past and some people were still staring as they drove. He wanted to shout, "Put your top on already!" but didn't, mostly because he figured she was trying to goad him to do just that.

She added, huskily, "Besides, bareback feels soooo goooood... Mmmm.... God DAMN, that was an excellent fuck!" Quickly switching gears from moony to business-like, she added, "And anyway, you have nothing to worry about. I'll use a day after pill just to be sure. And I'm completely clean. I get checked regularly."

Alan had his doubts about that, but rather than press the issue he just asked, "How long have I been here, exactly?"

"Don't worry, baby. If you go now, you'll still be back in the twenty minute time frame. No one will ever be the wiser. It's like I told you, I never get caught."

Alan walked off, but he was upset with himself. God damn letting my dick do all the thinking. Shit. Heather needs to be brought to heel. She seriously needs to be tamed, and good. She's a God damned menace to society! I can't BELIEVE she got me to fuck her in the parking lot. Actually writhing around while lying naked on the hood of her car?! Okay, it was hot as hell, but still a mind-bogglingly stupid thing to do. Never again, that's for sure!

When he looked back, he saw Heather unlocking the door of her car and picking up her tank top to put back on. He had no idea where the car key appeared from, but figured that was just another female mystery he would never understand.

CHAPTER 5

Alan finished the rest of his fifth period class still stewing at Heather. He hated feeling manipulated by her yet again, but after he calmed down some he realized, There are worse things than being "forced" to have a fantastic and intense fuck with Heather. As long as we weren't seen, then no harm, no foul. I'll just have to make sure I'll never allow myself to have such reckless public sex with anyone ever again. And I'll try harder to stay in control and on top of things whenever I'm around her. She's like some kind of Satanic succubus. The key is being able to fuck the succubus without sending your soul to Hell. That's a nice trick, if you can do it.

After the short but physically intense fuck, he wasn't looking forward to his sixth period tennis class. But in the end it wasn't so bad because his body rose to the occasion. He lost two matches and won one, which put him in the middle of the pack for the tournament as a whole. He was fine with that result. Truth be told, he didn't really care that much. He did exert a solid effort, but things like his appointment with Akami later in the day were much more important to him.

He hurried home and squeezed in a half an hour nap before he had to leave to meet Akami.

As Alan drove to his appointment with Akami, he realized, Shit, I've only cum once today since I woke up, and it's nearly five o'clock. That's pathetic. There's no way I'm going to make it to six times today. All I want to do is sleep. No doubt Akami will want me to cum twice or three times, and then there's the women waiting at home, wanting to play even more. But I just can't do it. I've gone eight, six, four - today I'll probably manage two.

Six times a day every single day is just fucking impossible. If it weren't for the likes of Brenda showing up, and the amazing and creative things that keep happening to me, I couldn't have made it this far. Shit. I'll be so embarrassed if I get to Akami's and I can't even get it up once. I might have to tell Akami that six times just isn't realistic and we need to make some kind of change.

But as Alan continued to drive to the appointment, he psyched himself up. Rather than go in complaining, he determined to go in confident, energetic, and aggressive.

As a sign of this new attitude, he met Akami in Dr. Fredrickson's waiting room with a polite wave, but then as soon as the door to the examination room closed, he kissed Akami passionately on the mouth before she had a chance to say more than, "Hi Alan, are you-"

Taken aback at first, she began kissing back.

They kissed for several minutes while Alan fumbled around with buttons and zippers, getting her dress off.

Finally he succeeded in getting her dress off even as he simultaneously managed to take off his shorts. They ended the kissing.

"My! That certainly is one way to say hello to your nurse!" Akami said, pleasantly surprised.

"Akami, you don't know the half of it. You wouldn't believe all the things that happened to me since our last meeting two weeks ago. I want to show you some of them personally. My life has totally changed for the better, thanks to you and to my unique diagnosis."

He quickly undid her bra and pulled down her panties. The very idea of finding a bra and having to take it off was almost entirely foreign to him now, since all the women he played with were usually naked or free of underwear to begin with (except for his teacher Glory, who still dressed conservatively in class. She usually left him a lot to take off during lunch).

"Whoa boy," Akami said as she halfheartedly tried to prevent him from taking off her panties. He pulled them down a bit and was reaching for her slit when she grabbed his wrists. "Hold on just a second. I'm excited to be shown those things you're talking about. But first, this is a medical appointment, and we actually do need to get a few formalities out of the way. Namely, your blood test. Let's do that now, so we can have nothing but fun afterwards."

"Okay," Alan agreed, seeing the logic in her idea. Not to mention, despite his show of eagerness, he wasn't actually that horny. He hoped that if his mind led, the rest of his body would follow, but that hadn't completely happened yet. He took off his shirt and lay in the examination chair, putting his feet in the stirrups. He sat completely naked, not bothering this time with his usual flimsy patient gown.

"By the way," he asked while Akami readied the needle dressed only in her panties, "where is Dr. Fredrickson? I haven't seen him since the first time I came in here."

"He's in his office down the hall. You'll remember after your first appointment he agreed to give me complete authority over your case, so he stays out of direct involvement. I periodically report to him about you. If you want to see him today I can get him later."

All that was true, but she neglected to mention what he was doing in his office. After Alan's second appointment, Dr. Fredrickson had several video cameras secretly and very unobtrusively installed in the examination room where Alan had all his appointments.

However, Akami was fully aware of the cameras. She certainly wasn't happy about them, but felt she had no choice but to give the doctor permission to use them. A sound system allowed him to hear every word spoken quite clearly as well. The doctor continued to fuck Akami on a daily basis, but he also got off watching, especially if were to involve a drop dead gorgeous woman like Susan fucking her son and a pretty nurse. That's what the doctor was hoping for, although it had yet to happen.

At the very moment Alan asked the question, Dr. Fredrickson sat in his office without any pants or underwear on, adjusting the controls from several video monitors and getting ready for a show. Susan was the main attraction for him. She was the reason he risked his career and a prison sentence, because of the chance to watch her and maybe even do something with her. But he was disappointed that Susan hadn't shown up to accompany Alan. Watching Akami fool around with Alan was fun and got him off, but was a pale second to Susan since he already knew Akami and her body intimately.

"Yeah, why don't we do that." Alan wanted to meet the doctor again. Although he loved fooling around with Akami, he wanted some reassurance that he actually did have a medical problem needing treatment, and wasn't just being told a story so Akami could have fun. Not that he would change anything or even tell anyone if it was all a lie, but he wanted to know for himself.

Akami answered, "Okay, sure. Why don't we do that when we're done? Meanwhile, as I do this and run a few checks, why don't you tell me about your last two weeks? Sounds like you have quite a story to tell."

"Yeah, I sure do! Man, I don't even know where to begin. Two weeks is too long. It seems like years since I saw you last. Let's see. I'll just leap straight into it. A couple of days ago, I woke up with my mother's mouth wrapped around my penis. She likes to suck me off a lot. Then later in the day the head cheerleader at my school came over and fucked me in my bed. I'm also fucking another cheerleader and my sister at the same time. Yep, that's right. My sister. Then there's my neighbor Suzanne; you've met her. She likes to blow me as much as my mom. Then there's my beautiful history teacher. She helps me climax every lunch at school. As you can see, I'm getting a lot of help. It's fantastic."

"Holy cow!" said the nurse, truly shocked. "I figured something like that was happening, but I had no idea. I can't believe you're the same shy and virginal boy who first came in here. No wonder your penis is only partially hard. I'm amazed you can get it up at all."

Continuing his bluster, Alan decided to go all the way with a front of confidence. "Oh, but I can, and I will. Today I plan to finally fuck your pussy after you teased me so many times. At home I have my pick of four incredibly beautiful women who all want to make me orgasm next. Every day, it seems things get more and more intense."

She took it as a given that she would be fucked. She was so excited by that prospect and what he was saying that she picked up a stethoscope to see just how fast her heart was beating. She could no longer look him in the face because she was too busy staring at his crotch.

She asked him, "How could it possibly get any more intense?" She put the stethoscope on one of her nipples. She gasped at the feeling of cold steel and then put it on the other one.

"Believe it or not, I haven't actually fucked some of these people yet, like my mom or my teacher. But they're soooo ready to go, and so am I. Kinda like you and me. You are overdue to get fucked. Are you ready to do it right now?"

"Well hold on a minute. Are you... I don't know how to put this. Are you turning into an uncontrollable sex maniac?" She was suddenly genuinely worried about Alan. She slipped the hand not holding the probing stethoscope down her panties.

"Well kind of, but no. Really the answer is no. The fact is, yes, I've become addicted to sex, thanks to your treatment for my lack of energy. But I'm still maintaining other things in my life. For instance, I'm still studying and doing things with my friends." Alan was exaggerating on these points - sex was taking over all his free time.

"And I've gotten more sexually aggressive, but I'm still a pretty mild guy. I would never rape a woman or do something like that. It's confidence combined with manners and control, which I guess is a rare combination women really find attractive. In fact, I think I've had an almost incredible level of self-control, if I do say so myself.

"Huh?"

Finally she pulled herself together a bit, and struck a more professional tone. "That's a pretty remarkable story," she conceded. "I must say I'm a bit worried about you and some of these women, that things may be going too far. But at the same time it gets me pretty hot. All your talk of incest is so ... wrong, but so ... hot! Damn! Let me get this done so we can get down to some serious fucking. We can talk more about this later."

The nurse finished drawing blood in record time.

CHAPTER 6

Once they had all their business out of the way, Alan said, "Akami, take my place in the examination chair. I'm going to see just how wet you've gotten."

She eagerly obeyed his command. All the talking about his sex life was slowly reviving his libido, but he still wasn't fully there. He'd gotten erect talking to Akami, but then the shot caused him to go flaccid again. Somehow, he'd have to start all over on another erection.

Spreading the stirrups with her feet in them as wide as possible, he dropped down on his knees and began licking her pussy. He'd never done it before except for his experiment with Katherine earlier that morning. But he hoped that what he'd learned there would give him at least some clue so he wouldn't completely make a fool of himself. Mostly he thought of doing it so he could stall for time and hide the fact that his penis still wasn't hard.

Akami didn't really mind his inexperience. She was beside herself with joy because cunnilingus was something her regular lover, Dr. Fredrickson, never did, as he found having a nose in someone's pubic hair to be repugnant.

Alan was initially grossed out by the hair, but before long he decided it wasn't really an issue. Although her pussy was unshaven, she had a rather sparse bush. He found he could lick her pussy lips without touching any of her pubic hair.

He was very tentative and a little grossed out, but she loved it just the same. It was a lucky thing for him that his first time wasn't with someone more experienced with it, like Suzanne, or he might have been chastised.

Akami loved getting eaten out. She had more orgasms and leaked more cum than she ever had before. But it only inflamed her need. Soon she was begging him, "Fuck me! Enough of that! Take me! I want your cock, not your tongue! Do me! FUCK me!" She yelled this so loud that Dr. Fredrickson didn't need the secretly placed speakers to hear her quite clearly from his office.

Alan pulled off of her altogether. The delay, along with the smell and taste of her private place, made his penis hard and ready to fuck. But rather than satisfy her sexual cravings, he just stood there as she squirmed around in agony and anticipation. "Nurse, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But do you remember what you said last time? You said titfucks were very therapeutic. I completely agree, and believe me, I've been practicing them a lot, just as you requested. You said I should come back here and titfuck you again, then we could compare and contrast with a real fucking. So why don't we do that?"

"NoooOOOOoooo!" Akami cried in desperation. "Let's do it the other way around! Real fuck first and titfuck later! I can't wait!" She frigged her pussy with her fingers, but that just made her want Alan's real, larger penis in her pussy that much more.

He considered it, but decided that was too gross. Instead, they did it doggy style.

Akami was just as fine with the new position and was very vocally appreciative with her moans.

After several more minutes, they changed positions again. Alan had her sit on top of him. He watched her boobs rotate in circles as she bounced up and down on his pole. She rose up and down, twisting right and left, leaning forward and back, never repeating exactly the movements she'd done already. She rose and dropped, forcing him deep into her, followed by rising up slowly keeping just the head and a little of his shaft in, before working her cunt rapidly up and down on just a few inches, before engulfing the entire shaft once again.

Alan was lost in his enjoyment of Akami's actions. This feels absolutely fantastic. It's like she's a machine designed to give me nothing but pleasure, but she's enjoying it even more than I am. I'm doing everything in my power to hold off from coming, I just hope I can outlast her.

Akami could not believe how long he could fuck her without cumming. It was far beyond anything she had ever experienced or even heard about.

At first she was greatly enjoying it, but then she began a nearly nonstop climax. He kept on fucking until she transcended to a level of being literally fucked senseless. She clenched the sides of the examination table and held on for dear life. She had no idea who she was, where she was, or what she was doing. She simply gave herself completely to the overwhelming pleasures engulfing her body.

Alan was enjoying it too, but it wasn't the transcendent experience of total gratification being reached by Akami.

They had lost all track of time when he finally emptied his hot load of cum into her. They'd completely forgotten to use a condom, but he figured correctly she was on birth control pills.

She fell back on top of him, and they lay there exhausted on the examination chair for many minutes.

However, while Akami felt exhausted, Alan felt re-energized. Despite all the exertion, he felt better and more energetic than when he entered the office. He wasn't sure whether the sex was just good therapy or if bravado could be a self-fulfilling prophesy, but he was definitely amazed at himself. He had reserves of energy he never knew existed. He'd just gone with the flow and ceased to care, and the result was surprisingly good. He felt like he'd entered some kind of zone, like a runner who ran so long that he ceased to feel tired.

His only regret was not using a condom. Am I just asking for trouble or what? First Heather, and now Akami, on the same day. Even though they were both on the pill, I didn't know that or even bother to think about the question. I just let my lust take control of my brain. I'm gonna be a daddy soon if I don't watch out!

CHAPTER 7

At first Akami simply stared into the ceiling as if struck dumb. It took a while for her to regain her wits. But as they continued to rest, she whispered sweet nothings in his ear, telling him what a great lover he was. Whispering extremely quietly and directly into his ear, she said, "Don't repeat this or say it out loud, but just between me and your ear, that was the best fuck I've ever had, bar none. And I've had quite a few."

She whispered quietly, for she knew Dr. Fredrickson would be listening and watching from the other room. Given that the doctor was fucking Akami on a daily basis, he wouldn't be exactly pleased to hear how much better a lover she thought Alan was. It wasn't that Dr. Fredrickson was a bad lover, but Alan just had natural talents, especially the stamina of youth, that the doctor could never match.

She got back up and sat down on a chair. Alan sat in the other chair the room had. She put on her demeanor of being a professional nurse as best she could in the circumstances, such as still being totally naked and being nearly fucked out of her mind.

She smiled as she said, "Okay, after that, I think I can put your earlier story into better perspective. Alan, you're a very impressive lover. That's the fucking understatement of the year. Those women you say are nymphomaniacs, they're not really naturally like that. It's just that you've made them that way."

"I have?"

"Definitely! I definitely, definitely, see what you mean about having a lot of self-control! Doing the titfuck first nearly killed me with anticipation. And then with the fuck, you kept pausing and recovering, and then coming back for more. It was unreal! It was like five fucks at once, each one building off the last one. Do you please them like you just pleasured me?"

"Hmm. I have to admit, that was probably my most impressive fuck yet. I don't know what it is, but my penis just kept staying hard. It's been doing that a lot lately. I think having pretty women give me prolonged stimulations every day has caused my penis to build up endurance levels that I didn't know were even possible. I mean, it seems like I'm erect almost all the time now, and it feels fine. Like Tuesday, I did it eight times, and I've even done it nine times in one day. Nine very prolonged stimulations."

"Holy... fucking... shit," Akami said, her mouth literally dropping open. She thought, Imagine this kid fucking me like that, but lasting literally for hours! No way! He could seriously kill someone. Death by fucking. What a way to go. If I could do that eight or nine times a day... I'd be in the insane asylum by the end of the week!

Composing herself, she said with a nurse's demeanor, "I see. Very interesting. I definitely approve of you being more active this week so you can keep your average up. Do you think you could sustain that higher level for a longer period of time?"

"I don't know. Sometimes my penis feels really good and sometimes not so good. Right now it feels not so good. To be honest, you should have seen how I felt when I came in here. I was feeling like I couldn't take any more."

"Why was that?"

"Well, I'd been slowly recovering all day from too much excitement over the last week and just when I was starting to feel good the head cheerleader of our school's varsity squad met me in the school parking lot and made me fuck her right then and there! Phew! She really took a lot out of me."

Akami would have assumed he was lying except for the fucking she'd just experienced. She could easily see the most beautiful girls in school falling all over Alan as soon as word of his sexual prowess got out. She just nodded and said, "I see."

Alan went on, "But just when I thought I was all used up, I have a great fuck, as you know firsthand. It's weird. It seems like the longer this six times a day treatment goes on, the easier it is for my penis to stay hard for a really long time. Your tip to strengthen my PC muscle has helped, but it's more than that. I mean, how long were we going at it? Like thirty minutes, at full speed? But I'm already starting to get hard again 'cos you're sitting there naked and quite frankly, looking pretty fuckable."

Akami was fascinated. She looked at his crotch and saw that indeed his penis was growing. But she said matter-of-factly, "Wow. Your case is so interesting; I think it would make a good clinical case study. For instance, I wonder if your idea of such increased prowess through practice can be verified and objectively measured."

"Well, perhaps if you kidnapped me and did nothing but have me fuck you all day for weeks on end, we could establish a statistically significant body of data on it," Alan teased.

Lust broke through her clinical demeanor and she sighed wistfully. "Perhaps. God, don't I wish! But seeing how I can't kidnap you any time soon, why don't we add one more data point right now, by having you fuck me again?"

"If it's for the advancement of scientific knowledge..." Alan said joking, as he climbed on top of Akami. "Don't forget though," he added, "we need to take a sperm sample."

"Damn. I was hoping you could shoot all over my face and chest this time so we could save that for fuck number three."

He laughed. "Believe me, I've noticed that trick before." He thought of how his mother forgot to do the abnormality check so they'd have to do it again.

"Oh, by the way," Akami said casually as Alan slid his erection in her pussy. "As you may know, your mother talked to me again on the phone earlier toDAAAAY! Oh! Damn, you fill me up."

He'd bottomed out right as she was saying "today" and it took her some long moments before her pussy could adjust and she could kept talking. "We talked a lot about these abnormality checks she's been giving you. I didn't even know she was doing that to you. I think it was just a trick all along so she could get to know your penis. She seems quite keen on you, you know. She got quite horny just talking to me about all of this, although she'd deny it. She says one thing, but her tone of voice says another. I doubt she realized how heavily she was breathing into the phone."

Alan started to thrust in and out. He complained, "Yeah, she's hotter than an oven, but she says no intercourse and means it.

Akami replied, "That's bullshit! I think you should do it with her. Fuck your mother!"

That sent Alan into overdrive and he started plowing into Akami deeper and faster. My mom was using the abnormality check just as an excuse to get physical with me? No way. Shit. So that means that the very first Tuesday of mad cocksucking, she was planning that all along! No fucking way. That gets me so powerfully aroused!

He began really impaling her hard with each thrust. He shouted, "Look out, Akami!" He tackled her to the floor.

Once again, Alan gave Akami a mind-bending fuck, this time right on the floor. It wasn't quite as intense for her and she didn't lose her senses, but it was better for him. Akami ended up sitting on top of him because he was nailing her so deep that it sometimes hurt her, and this way she could be in control. She'd unleashed a beast inside of him when she suggested he should fuck Susan

As they climaxed, he huffed and puffed, shouting, "Uh! Uh! Oh! Fu-! Fuck! Su-! Sus-!" Realizing he was starting to say his mother's name, he tried to cover it up. "Sue Me! ... Suzy! ... Suzanne! Fuck me, Suzanne!"

Once they were done, Alan was a bit miffed that Akami was chuckling. "What?" he asked testily.

"'Sue me?' Do you have some kind of lawsuit fetish? A desire to be sued at the height of climax?" She chuckled some more.

"That wasn't it. I just tripped over my tongue. I was trying to say Suzanne."

Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Mmmm hmmm. Yeah, right. I'm sure it wasn't some other older woman whose name begins with Su- that you were thinking of saying. What was that you said earlier? 'You know the Freudian thing guys have for their moms.'"

Alan repeated defiantly, "I was trying to say Suzanne. She's really hot." He grew sullen and quiet.

Akami decided it was a sore point and refrained from any further ribbing.

On the positive side, they did get a sperm sample, which was a good thing, because there was no way he could possibly manage a third time right then. Akami had made him pull out just before he came so he could shoot into a jar.

His penis seemed to give out right after that, and his energy level crashed completely. He wondered if he'd even manage to drive home safely, he felt so tired.

Akami wasn't much better. Her pussy was so sore that she could barely walk. She was grateful that his was the last appointment of the day because it would be all she could manage just to get home and take a long, hot bath to recover.

So reluctantly Akami had to end his appointment. She put on her lab jacket, but she felt so thoroughly fucked that it seemed a shame to confine her still throbbing pussy, so that was all she wore.

As he was getting ready to go, she said, "You should ask Mrs. Pestridge if she'd be willing to give you lessons in cunnilingus, we women appreciate a stiff talented tongue. You would be wise to learn from an experienced partner and I just know she would be good at teaching you."

"Good idea. I definitely want to get better. Thanks."

CHAPTER 8

But before Alan left, Akami discussed his medical condition with him some more. "Alan, I wanted to mention that your latest test results show good news. Your thyroid levels are up 25 percent. So that means you should be having more energy, though you may not be feeling it yet. Remember how that's the point of all this sexual activity?"

"Oh yeah," he responded, only half joking. Having to cum six times a day had become an end goal in and of itself, and while six times was a little much, he certainly didn't want to stop his sexual fun completely. Susan and everyone else gave little thought any more to the connection between the sexual activity and his energy level. But he still greatly desired having more energy and not having to always take a nap or feel like a useless rag.

Akami resumed, "I'm very keen to see what the blood test we did today will show, to see if that was a one time fluctuation or if it can be equaled or hopefully bettered. This new level is good, but you could stand to boost your thyroid 100 percent, not just 25. So I'll call in a couple of days and let you know. Depending on the results, we might have to make some changes in your regimen."

He nodded in understanding. He asked, "Is there any way we could make it five or four times a day?"

"I'm not sure. I can't make any promises. Depending on the results, we might even have to increase it to seven or eight times a day, though I highly doubt that."

Alan sighed and his face looked forlorn. He thought, Impossible. Completely impossible! Six times a day is the absolute outer limit. Please may the results not fall that way. I just couldn't take that much help.

She didn't mean that of course, since there were no real medical tests to base such a decision on; she just wanted to see what his reaction would be. She was intrigued at just how far one person could go. She took mercy on him and decided never to mention going more than six times a day again.

She added, "Also, if you're still feeling sluggish, here's prescription for a potent vitamin supplement. You don't actually need a prescription for it, but this note will help make sure you pick the right one." Akami wrote a surprisingly long note while the both of them sat nearly naked in their chairs. Then she handed it to him.

He took it and read it immediately, curious about its length. It read, "If you want vitamins, here's the name." A certain type of multivitamin was listed. But below that, it continued, "But screw vitamins. I shouldn't be doing this and I could get in trouble so keep it under your hat, but here's my home phone number." The number was listed, and her e-mail too. She went on in the note, "I can't wait two whole weeks until you fuck me again! PLEASE CALL ME, ANYTIME! I know you've got a lot of amazing people helping you out, but I'll make you feel soooo good. I promise! Love Akami."

Many words were underlined for emphasis, such as the word "ANYTIME," which she underlined three times.

Alan took the note, and with a poker face simply put it in his pocket. There was something about Akami's vibe today that gave him the feeling he was being watched. He thought suspiciously, Why does she say this in a note, instead of telling it to me?

But he held his tongue for the moment, and he replied in a bland voice, "I will follow this prescription to your satisfaction, nurse. Thank you very much." He put his hand on the doorknob as if to go.

"Oh, will you? Good!" she said excitedly. She wasn't as good at acting as he was. "I'll go get the doctor now."

Just as he was turning the doorknob, she said, "Oh wait. Clothes first." Alan looked down and realized he was buck naked. Akami also was only wearing an open lab coat. They both went to get their clothes amidst much laughter.

Alan was very chagrined that he'd almost walked out into the hallway in the buff, although it actually wouldn't have mattered much since Akami always arranged for the office to be completely empty of patients and even other staff during his appointments. He thought, I must be losing my mind. Forgetting to use condoms, forgetting to wear my clothes - what's next? About the only thing I seem to still remember anymore is where to stick my dick.

Before she put on her clothes, Akami pointed toward her wispy bush and said in a sultry voice, "Remember Alan, you always have a special home here at the doctor's office. Right here between my legs. Next time, come well rested. I want to see just how many 'sperm samples' it takes to fill me up to overflowing."

Alan grinned. "Will do."

"By the way," Akami added in a more clinical tone, "I'm still very concerned about this nymphomania problem. Please try to stay on top of your studies and have a social life with friends. There's more to life than sex, believe it or not. And regarding your sister Katherine, her case sounds very severe. I think it would be good if we could schedule an appointment so she could come in here and we could test to see if her sexual response falls within the norm."

Alan greatly clarified the message: "In other words, you want to have lot of sex with her."

"That's another way to put it," Akami said, smiling. "But don't worry, if either you or your sister or both of you come here in the future, there's no charge. Hell, I'll pay YOU if I have to. Both of you is better. And next time, let's make sure Susan comes in with you too, but only if she wants to play. Otherwise, for the love of God, come alone. "

"Yeah, I think she'd be into playing, now. Well, playing with me; she's not into women. But she might get off watching me with you. I hope so, anyway. She was a bit scared of you before, I think."

Akami noted, "She had a very different attitude on the phone, that's for sure. Her voice sounded so different. Before, there was restraint, but now she sounds so sexually free and liberated. She even laughs a lot more. And she was treating me like her savior for helping to initiate your treatment program, so that made me feel special."

"Interesting," Alan commented. "Just a few days ago she was really torn up about stuff."

Akami finished putting on her clothes. "In any case, why don't we go out and say hello to the doctor. I think its better you see him in the lobby than in here, since this room positively reeks of sex."

Just before leaving the room, Alan said, "I'll mention the idea of coming in to Katherine. I have a strong feeling she'll say yes." To himself, he added, But first I have to find out what this whole secret note thing was about.

As he walked out, Akami thought to herself, Such a good kid. So all around decent. He makes me feel so good. I feel awful about this video thing, even if the doctor is forcing me. I have to do something before it goes too far. Alan completely melted my brain with the best sex I ever had, and I'm standing by, silent? I can't let that happen. If the doctor films Alan and Susan next time, they could be blackmailed for life!

Dr. Fredrickson meanwhile had turned off his video cameras, shut and locked the cabinets where the video monitors were hidden, and put on his pants. At Akami's insistence, his video system had no way to record, so when the show was over it was over. Akami understandably didn't want videos made of her that could somehow wind up in the wrong hands and get her in a heap of trouble.

There was nothing else worth watching outside of Alan's appointments, so he typically only opened those cabinets once every two weeks. However, that morning Dr. Fredrickson came up with a good idea, and used a camera on a tripod to take photographs of the video screen while it was playing. That way, he could have something to masturbate to later. Akami would have been very upset to know about the pictures he was getting, but he hadn't told her about them yet.

He thought to himself, I should have thought this through and not resorted to half measures. Next time I'm gonna get another video camera to film the whole video as it happens. That'll show Akami!

He juggled taking pictures with masturbating while watching the live video feed. He jacked off several times watching Alan and Akami, turned on by Alan's explanation of his sex life at home even more than the visuals of fucking. The doctor was more than a little jealous of Alan's situation. It was frustrating enough to know that the boy was having great sex with everyone from his own mother and sister to the head cheerleader, but what really got the doctor's blood boiling was the way Alan had fucked Akami. Clearly, Alan had rocked her world in a way the doctor had never done.

"Hi Dr. Fredrickson," Alan said, extending his hand for a handshake as the doctor walked into the lobby.

The doctor hid his rage and jealousy very well and flashed a smile. "How you doin' Alan? I haven't seen you in a while. When Akami takes on your appointments, it gives me a chance to bury my head in paperwork. How are things at home, and with your beautiful mother Susan?"

Alan got the feeling that the doctor's smile and friendliness was phony and the doctor was pissed off at him for some reason. He couldn't help but notice that the doctor was practically crushing his hand as the handshake went on and on. But he kept up the charade, and just said, "Oh, things are good. Same ol' same ol.' I'll tell her you said hello."

Alan went home after a little more chit-chat with the doctor. He was too emotionally exhausted from the intense fucking to really give the doctor's no-so-well-hidden animosity much thought. Instead, he thought, Every fuck doesn't have to be a "mind-bending make me see stars fuck of a lifetime." I should just chill and do the "making love" thing more often. Otherwise I'll never reach my daily targets.

Needless to say, Alan didn't do anything special on Friday night. It was a near miracle he could summon the energy to eat dinner. He had big plans to go on his second "non-romantic date" with Christine, but he felt so out of sorts that he had to call her up before dinner and reschedule. Christine had something else planned for Saturday night so they planned to do something on Sunday night.

Suzanne came over right after the meal, eager to do something with him. She actually wanted to take him out on the town (and while out of the house, continue where she left off with her "Elle" seduction the weekend before). But she quickly realized that the best Alan could do was fight to stay awake so he wouldn't go to sleep at an absurdly early hour.

It was Suzanne's cocksucking turn, but she could see he wasn't up to it, so they just watched television together. He turned in not long after and was in bed by nine o'clock. Despite his appointment with Akami, he still only had three orgasms since he'd woken up, one with Heather and two with Akami.

Susan came in for another goodnight kiss and tuck in, but Alan wasn't up for it. She'd dressed in a nightgown that was open in the front down to her belly button. She explained with a wink, "I want to make sure nothing will come between your dick and my tits, if you know what I mean. My nipples have been like two bullets all day, thinking about how you fucked my tits last night and really showed me that they completely belong to you."

She made it extremely clear that nothing would make her happier than another titfuck, but despite more sexy words and thrusting her chest so far forward that she nearly fell over, Alan just wasn't feeling up to it. They just French kissed for a while, and the "tuck in" was actually just that this time, little more than her tucking him in.

But after she left, Alan thought, Last night was a lot of fun when I snuck into Sis's room and had a nice sixty-nine with her. I felt pretty crappy when I went to sleep but when I woke up in the middle of the night I sure felt rarin' to go. No only that, but I've only cum three times today and just four yesterday. I have to do better. It's still way early. What if I set my alarm clock for two hours from now and see how I feel?

CHAPTER 9

Two hours later, Alan woke up with his alarm clock and did feel a lot better than before. He came to full consciousness quickly, excited by the prospect of having more sexual fun with his sexpot mother. During the goodnight kiss and tuck in, there was nothing she could do to get him aroused, but now his erection jutted out proudly just from the thought of being near her soon.

But he also felt strangely shy about initiating something. With Katherine, he had no problem walking into her room naked and waking her by licking her pussy. But he couldn't do that with Susan for some reason. She was still his mother and his authority figure, and her bedroom was a sort of room of power to Alan, not an ordinary room.

To his dismay, he found himself putting on pajamas and then knocking on her bedroom door. Why am I such a chicken? He thought as he waited. I know she'll totally want this, so what's my problem? But he couldn't overcome the deeply engrained rules of parental respect.

He kept knocking softly but insistently until he heard Susan ask in a bleary voice, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Mom."

"Oh dear! Is there some kind of emergency?!"

He could hear frantic shuffling about. "No Mom, no emergency at all. I just couldn't get to sleep and wanted to say hi."

The movement from within stopped and there was a long pause before Susan said through the door, "Say hi? Is that all?"

"Well, yeah. And my penis wants to say hi, too."

Her voice went from grumpy to happy. "Oooh! Hold on. I'll be right there!"

"Actually, could I come in?"

"Okay, but give me a minute, would you? I look like heck, I'm sure. And my breath. Yuck! Make that two minutes!"

Alan stood there, lightly stroking his erection as he waited. He felt a bit odd wearing his pajamas, especially with his penis poking through the front, but he didn't want to go back and take them off when Susan could be ready for him at any moment.

Time went on, and Alan was dying of anticipation as he imagined his beautiful and busty mother running around naked on the other side of the door. He complained as he lightly stroked himself, "Mom, I'm getting some pretty strong Onanistic urges here. Please hurry!"

"Oh my goodness! Hold on, Son. Be strong. I'm almost done."

Alan groaned and wondered why he couldn't just go straight into her room like he did with Katherine.

Finally, she yelled, "Okay! I'm all set. Come on in."

Alan walked in expecting to be awed by his mother's bombshell beauty, and he was not disappointed in the least. She'd kept the room dark and seductive, turning on just one dim light by her bedside. She was propped up on her bed, lying outside her covers, in see-through lingerie designed to make men drool.

But as Alan walked in, Susan appeared to be the one most eager to drool. She hefted her breasts up with both hands and said, "Look, Tiger. These have been feeling lonely for you. They were just thinking how good it would feel to have hard son-cock buried in them deep."

Alan was too staggered by her wanton display to say anything in return.

As he got closer, she gazed at his erection and said, "Oh my! Just look at all that cocky goodness. Is that all for me?"

He grinned. "All eight inches of it, Mom."

"My oh my! Whatever will I do with all that cock? Bring it over here. And don't tell me that's eight inches. It's ten at the very least."

Alan saw no need to disabuse her of her overinflated estimate of his penis size. As he got closer, he took his hands off it and she immediately took over with both hands.

She chastised him, playfully yet seriously, "You did the right thing waking me up. It breaks my heart to see your hands on it, flirting with the sins of Onan. You're just such a terribly cum-filled boy with an unstoppable needy cock, but Mommy's going to make it all better." She pulled him in closer by his stiff rod, stroking it all the while.

Alan sat up on the bed next to her, and still she gently pulled him in closer. He noticed that she had lubrication of some kind on her hands and they slid very easily all over his happily throbbing erection.

She said to him with a serious look of concern, "I don't know what to do! All day I've been looking forward to a repeat of our wonderful titfuck last night, but now that I see your cock all hard like that, I have this overwhelming urge to suck on it!" Her forehead wrinkled since she was deeply torn over the choice.

Alan suggested, "Why not have your cake and eat it too? Suck on it for a while and then titfuck."

But she complained as she stroked, "You don't understand. Once I have it in my mouth, I can't take it out to save my life until you give up another tasty load. That's just how it is."

So Alan suggested, "Well, has Suzanne taught you how to lick and titfuck at the same time? It isn't easy, especially with tits as big as yours, but we can make it work if we position ourselves just right."

She gasped incredulously. "NO!"

"Yes!"

"No! Really?! I can have it in my lips and my breasts at the same time?!"

"Yeah, Mom."

"Ooh! Let's do it! Why doesn't Suzanne tell me these things?! This is - oh! Goodness! It's just too great!"

Susan was propped up with pillows until her face was practically smashed into her cleavage.

Then Alan slipped his pajama bottoms off while keeping his pajama top on. He straddled himself on top of her, but he said, "Here, let me help you out of that nightie. It'll just get in the way."

"I suppose you're right..." Susan conceded. She muttered excitedly as she waited impatiently for him to disrobe her, "I still can't believe this is for real. A titfuck and a cocksuck at the same time? It just seems too good to believe, like finding out that chocolate is better for you than broccoli. Next time I see Suz- ... Wait! What are you doing?" He'd gotten her nightie off and she could feel he was taking her matching set of panties off as well.

"I'm just taking your clothes off."

"But why do you need to take my panties off, too?" She let her panties slowly slid down her legs, not trying to stop him in any way. She thought, He always somehow manages to get me completely naked and then he has his complete way with my body. He's just too clever and spermy for me to resist!

"Well, if I didn't, then I couldn't do this." He reached back from where he was sitting on her stomach and fingered her exposed slit a little bit.

Susan practically exploded into orgasm. The fact that he was fingering her was arousing enough,but what excited her even more was when she thought, I'm so helpless! My big strong Tiger is sitting on my chest and he can do ANYthing he wants to my pussy - or the rest of me - and I can't stop him! He's in total control of his big-titted mother and he's taking his rightful place as MASTER of the house! He could even fuck my juicy pussy right now and I'd just have to spread my legs and LOVE IT!

She moaned with great need, "Please! Pleeeasse!"

Alan wasn't sure what the pleases referred to. Was it that he wanted her to stop fingering her pussy lips or was it that she wanted him to start the titfuck? To be on the safe side, he decided to do both. He scooted forward a bit and slipped his shaft through her tits.

He paused there, and said, "Mom, I noticed your tits are all oiled up for me. Cool. But next time, please let me watch you oil them up. That would be hot." He slid his hard-on around a bit, enjoying lubrication of the slippery oily tunnel.

Susan was even more aroused than he was and in no mood for talking. She just said a very affirmative sounding, "Mmmm!" Then she craned forward and was able to swallow his entire penis head.

After she licked it for a minute or so, with ever more urgent and loud "Mmmm!" noises, she withdrew a bit and exclaimed, "Okay, I'm ready! This is the BEST! Don't sit still; spear me! If you can fuck my tits AND my mouth at the same time, I'll just die of happiness. It's like a two for one mommy taming!"

Alan laughed. "That it is. Let's see how it works. Even Suzanne with her long tongue has only been able to flick the tip a little, but then again we haven't tried a position like this."

He started thrusting in and out, but taking very short strokes of only an inch or so. He wanted to see if he could stroke while she kept most of his penis head in her mouth all the while. Finding that a success, he started to increase the length of the strokes another inch or so until she was often in danger of losing lip contact with his dick altogether.

They eventually found a good compromise position that allowed them to effectively have a blowjob and titfuck at the same time. There were limitations - for instance, Alan couldn't just freely plow through her deliciously oiled cleavage with hard and deep strokes. But both of them were very happy just the same.

After a couple of minutes in a really nice and steady rhythm, Alan reached back behind him and let his hand wander until it reached Susan's clit again. As soon as he started to tweak it, she let out a loud scream of orgasmic release.

As she came down a bit from her great high, she thought, It's so true. My son is the MAN! He comes into my room any time he wants, defiles my body with his relentless huge cock, and makes me scream his name with pure bliss, over and over again. It's so wrong, but it's so right! Thank you, Lord, for giving me this body and a such wonderful son, and the whole medical treatment he's had, and not to mention inventing titfucking and cocksucking for your humble servants - it's all so good!

Alan still hadn't cum yet though, and Susan had to rest and recover for a bit. As her tongue lazily lolled around his penis head, she pouted, "No fair! You're just too good. You've totally taken control of my mouth, my tits AND my clit, and you haven't even cum yet!"

Alan smirked happily. "Sorry, Mom."

"I'll bet you are. But don't you DARE ever jack off in the middle of night, do you hear me? If you wake up and have any arousing thoughts whatsoever, you are to march in here and shove your lovely pole deep down my throat or into my cleavage or both, and that's an order!"

"Yes, Mom," he said with exaggerated tiredness, as if he was put out by such an "order." He started to slowly slide his shaft back and forth between his mother's giant orbs, now that she was using her hands to press them in from the sides again.

She continued to "order" him, "Or, if you must, I suppose you can also unload in your sister's mouth in the middle of the night. After all, you're the man of the house now and you have great needs, and Suzanne keeps telling me that variety is very important for you. So of course the choice is yours. But I'd rather you choose me since she needs her sleep for school. Whereas you could fuck my mouth all night long and I can always take a big nap the next day."

Alan teased, "That's very selfless of you."

Busted, Susan smiled naughtily. "Yeah, well, it doesn't hurt that it feels so damned fantastic! Enough of the holding back and small talk. Let's see you just OWN my tits by fucking them as hard as you did last night! Remind your mommy that resistance is useless, that she has no choice but to SERVE her studly son with her big melons and hungry red lips! Prove to her again and again that she has to swallow every last drop of your spermy goodness whenever your balls need draining!"

Alan spent the next ten minutes treating his mother's tits the same way he'd treated Heather's pussy in the school parking lot. He plowed her chest so hard and fast that her tongue and lips couldn't do much to join in the action.

But she didn't mind in the slightest. Her breasts were so sensitive and easily arousable that she practically forgot her own name as her entire world centered on the action in her cleavage.

When Alan's energy finally flagged and his thrusting slowed down, Susan lurched forward and licked his most sensitive spot in such a delightful way that he immediately blew his load down her throat.

When they were all done and rested, Susan said, "Goodness! That's was just great. I can't wait to tell Suzanne tomorrow. She'll be so jealous. Do you take total control of her chest like that? Silly me, of course you do. How does she like it? No, wait, don't tell me, I want to hear it straight from her cocksucking lips tomorrow."

Alan just grinned at his mother's enthusiasm.

She let out some weary breaths. "Phew! I'm so sweaty and bedraggled and ... well, thoroughly fucked, I'm going to have to take a shower before I go back to sleep."

Alan made the same noise. "Phew! I'm too pooped too. I'm just gonna go back to sleep and shower in the morning. By the way, Mom, crazy thought. What if I just fell asleep right here?"

Susan bit her lower lip. "You know I'd love that, in theory. But I'm afraid we can't. Bodies move in the night. You might even wake up with your penis in places it can't be without realizing it. Sorry, but remember, we can't ever cross that boundary, even if by accident."

"Shucks. It would be so nice to sleep in your arms. ... Well, goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too, Son."

Alan thought about the Freudian implications of sleeping in his mother's bed. Despite everything we've done, somehow physically replacing my father in bed would be a way huge step. The symbolism is pretty mind-blowing, actually. It almost takes my breath away, just thinking about it. It's like Mom would be my wife. Or if I slept with Sis, then Sis would be my wife. I guess I'll just have to be content with all I've got - for now at least.

CHAPTER 10 (Saturday, Nov. 9)

Alan took advantage of the weekend and slept twelve hours, not counting his half-hour midnight adventure with his mother. When he woke up the next morning, after nine o'clock, he felt like a new man. And it was a lucky thing, too, because after having gone merely four times a day for two days in a row, the women were all keen to make sure he would have an extra-active day to make up for it.

Susan cooked her son breakfast. Katherine was still asleep from having gone to bed much later, and Suzanne hadn't come over yet for the same reason. Thus, it was just Alan and Susan.

Alan wasn't too terribly surprised to find that Susan was horny and hungry for cock. It seemed that she was already ready for action these days. She wore nothing but an apron, and not even a particularly big apron.

Alan was very groggy from the long sleep and not up for sex or really anything but vegetating, but Susan wasn't easily discouraged. For instance, she served him a bowl of fruit then asked, "Would you like a titfuck to go with that?" And when she gave him a bowl of cereal, she brought one of his hands to her hefty rack and asked, "Would you like some of my milk?"

He wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that since she wasn't lactating, but it was damn arousing just the same.

However, even after she managed to mentally arouse Alan, his penis still wasn't ready to play. Finally she conceded defeat and after breakfast she announced that she had to leave to run some errands.

But right as Susan made to leave, Amy came over. Susan met Amy near the front door and told her that Alan's penis was extremely sad and that she should help "visually stimulate" it.

Amy clapped her hands in glee. "M'kay! That sounds like fun!"

Once Susan was gone, Amy hurried home and immediately came back with something scanty to wear. She used the underwear cabinet to change, as usual. Her outfit, if it could be called that, was a robe that failed to even come down to her pussy and exposed her shaven folds to anyone who cared to look. It used to be much longer, but she'd shortened it to a very strategically sexy length.

Amy walked into the dining room where Alan was still eating breakfast. He took a look at her and nearly choked on his French toast. "Amy," he sputtered, "quick, you'd better change out of that."

"What? You don't like it? I made it 'specially short, just for you."

"That was very nice of you. I think it's great. But my mom's just gone shopping for groceries and she'll be back soon. She'll have a hissy fit if she sees you like that."

Amy smiled happily. "No she won't. I'm sure of it because she's the one who told me to wear this. She told me you weren't being stimulated enough in the past couple of days and that I was supposed to stimulate you."

Alan nearly choked on his food again. "She said that? She told you that you could stimulate me? Did she say how? Like with your hands or mouth or something?"

"No. She just said you needed a lot of stimulation today. I'm the only one around to help, I guess." Amy failed to mention that Susan only meant visual stimulation.

She twirled around. The robe was cut even shorter in the back. More than half of her ass was exposed.

Alan's eyes went wider in response and a bulge started to grow in his shorts.

She noticed his happy reaction, and turned around again, making sure to bend over lewdly this time. With both hands wrapped tightly around one of her ankles, she winked at Alan as she looked him, upside down, from between her legs.

Alan rapidly stuffed his food down his mouth so his hands could be freed. "Stay like that," he said as he unconsciously licked his lips.

"M'kay," she answered happily as she thrust her naked ass further up towards where he sat. She reached her left hand up to her pussy and absent-mindedly rubbed her lips as she added, "Gee, I never realized how cold this house can be sometimes. Do you feel a breeze?"

Then Alan thought to himself, How strange. But then what isn't strange lately? Mom did say last night that she expected a big orgasm day from me today, but why would she include Amy? I thought she was protective of her, just like Suzanne is. But should I look a gift horse in the mouth? Or, more appropriately, a gift horse in the ass. What a lovely big ass. How am I supposed to say no to that ass?

Actually, now that I think about it, the other day Mom did say that nothing should be denied me. That was in relation to Brenda, but surely if she felt that way about Brenda, she feels the same about Amy?

Alan finished off his last bite and put his silverware down. He reached out and grabbed Amy's ass. He said to her, "If you're going to stimulate me, you're doing a good job already. But do you remember what I told you before about the three parts of the female a man likes the best?"

She giggled as she once again grabbed hold of her ankles while Alan gently massaged her perfect derriere. "Gosh. That's easy. The boobies, the cunny, and the ass. Everyone knows that."

He ran his fingers up and down her ass crack, and didn't hesitate to probe her pussy lips. "Yeah. This outfit is good at showing off two of those, but let's see some more of your boobs."

She turned around and undid the sash of her robe. She opened the robe but only on one side as she tilted her hip in the opposite direction and struck a seductive pose. "You mean like this?" she asked coyly, her voice high and airy.

He unzipped his shorts and let his erection jut straight up into the air. "Oooh, I like it. Yeah. Just like that. Showing a little, but still hiding a little, leaving me wanting more. And you've pushed your boobs together with your arms and given me a sultry look on top of it. Nice! You're really getting good at visual stimulation."

She wanted to keep her sultry look going, but couldn't help but break out into a shy smile. Fortunately, the shy grin made her look even sexier.

"Now, let's see if you need another pussy shaving today." Alan reached out and fondled her pussy and tits, occasionally working on her ass.

Amy just stood there with a big smile on her face, happy to let him touch her anywhere.

He was still at it when Katherine walked downstairs a couple of minutes later.

Katherine put her hands on her hips and frowned when she saw Alan with two fingers up Amy's pussy and two fingers on his other hand pulling on a nipple while his erection waved in the air. Dammit! More big-titted competition. Just what I need. But her attitude softened as she thought about it some more. Who am I kidding? Alan's going to be plowing through Amy's fertile fields any day now. It's a done deal, and I helped make it happen with all the Amy games I've been playing with Brother. I can either be a big pain in the ass about it, which will do nothing but piss Brother off, or I can accept it. After all, Amy's basically my best friend. Having the same master would be pretty cool, I have to admit.

Playing off the WWJD (What Would Jesus Do?) bumper stickers, she thought a little more jokingly, I need to ask myself: WWNOFTD? What Would a Number One Fuck Toy Do? That's easy! I'd just get on my knees and start slurping up and down one side of Brother's cock and let Amy slurp up and down the other side. Then we could have some hot threesome action, and now that I've turned bi I have to admit Amy's looking mighty tasty. But the problem is, that sounds great in theory, but I'm too jealous to be a good fuck toy in practice!

She sighed.

The others still hadn't seen her yet, but she put on a happy face and strolled into the dining room. As she got their attention, she said, "Looks like I'm missing out on some fun, Big Super Dildo-sized Brother. Maybe you should give me a good spanking for sleeping in too late and neglecting my sisterly duties." She winked at her purposeful reminder of the spanking she had two nights before. "Where's Mom?"

"Off to buy some groceries," Alan replied. "Amy here says she was left behind as a kind of gift to occupy me in the meanwhile."

Katherine's eyebrows were raised in surprise. "Whoa. Our new mom is full of surprises, isn't she?"

Alan instantly understood her meaning of "new mom" - it was as though Susan had become a completely different person in recent weeks, although many aspects remained the same, of course.

Katherine turned to Amy and ran a hand up and down her exposed hip and thigh. "Amy, good job with the visual stimulation. Look how happy you've made his penis." She held her brother's erection and started stroking it from top to bottom. It was already slicked up with copious amounts of pre-cum."

"Thanks!" Amy said gaily. "It's totally fun to help, especially when Alan touches me all over. I get so tingly!"

"I'll bet you do," Katherine replied, rolling her eyes a little at Amy's naiveté. "Let's see if Amy needs another shaving." Katherine moved in on Amy and began to fondle her too with her free hand. That hand quickly zoomed in on Amy's pussy lips.

Alan laughed, because he'd just pulled his fingers out of Amy's gash. "Hey, I was using that pussy, Sis." He brought a hand back and worked on Amy's clit while conceding her pussy to his sister.

Amy writhed in pleasure as three hands roamed all over her (one of Katherine's hands never left her brother's erection). Her whole body buckled and writhed in orgasmic ecstasy. Her robe stayed on, barely, but only because it was so ludicrously short and didn't get in the way of access to any important parts.

After another wordless minute of this, Amy said, "You know guys, I most definitely need a shaving. I'm so tingly! Right away. I'm getting all tingly, everywhere! Please help! I'm gonna have a really big super tingle if you don't stop that, right now!"

But no one was stopping anything, even as Amy practically doubled over in her attempt to hold back from cumming.

Katherine calmly said to Alan while still keeping her hand moving on his dick, "Hey, Big Pole Vault Pole Brother, it's been too long since we've done her together. You should see the things the two of us girls have been doing lately in these shavings."

Amy butted in with the proud mention, "Katherine says - OH! ... She says - UGH! I'm a good.. OH! ... Good ass licker!"

Katherine clarified, "She means that in the good, literal way."

Alan chuckled. "Why don't we give the shaving a shot, and that'll give us some cover to make sure we interpreted Mom correctly."

"Oh goody!" Amy exclaimed.

But nobody moved, not until Amy came hard from all the hands attending to her.

Katherine and Alan took Amy's robe off and led her to the bathroom. She was so limp they practically had to carry her there.

When they got there and settled in, Katherine reacquainted her hand with Alan's erection like it had been surgically attached to it. But remembering her WWNOFTD thoughts, she said, "Amy, as you can see, keeping Alan's penis happy is hard work. It needs to be stroked and stroked and stroked and oftentimes you have to lick on it, too. Sometimes it squirts out some funny stuff, but that makes it sad and just means that you need to stroke it and lick it even more. My hands are getting kind of tired. Do you want to take over for a while?"

"M'kay! I totally know all about how to keep penises happy. I read it in a book, I think." She held his penis with her left hand. "Ewww! It's all slimy! It's kind of icky."

"That's good," Katherine explained, while she fondled Alan's balls from below. "It'll make it a lot easier to slide your hand all over it."

"What about the boobies?" Amy asked.

Katherine and Alan never did find out what she meant by that, because just then they heard the front door opening downstairs.

CHAPTER 11

"Helloooo? Anyone home? It's me!"

Amy, Alan, and Katherine all immediately recognized Suzanne's distinctively scratchy voice, even from a great distance. They froze and thought what to do.

Katherine sighed. "Brother, you'd better handle that. I don't think she'd be psyched to find Amy here, and we're having too much fun to stop. Go! Now! Before she comes upstairs!"

Alan had left his shorts downstairs but his room was just across the hall from the bathroom. He put a new pair of shorts on just in time, meeting Suzanne as she was coming up the stairs.

"Hey! Aunt Suzy! I'm just coming downstairs for a snack. What's up?" He kissed her on the cheek and walked right past, forcing her to turn and follow him back down the stairs.

When they got to the living room, she said wryly, "What's up? I'd say you are, in more ways than one. Is that a jumbo-sized cucumber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Alan smiled. "Jumbo-sized cucumber, actually." He laid back on a couch and kicked his feet up. "Did I tell you I've started farming? I grew the cucumber myself."

Suzanne just rolled her eyes and she sat on her knees next to the couch and pulled his shorts all the way off. "Yeah, right. Likely story. Don't confuse plowing through pussies and cleavage with actual farming." She began to stroke while she talked.

Alan smiled. "Aren't you going to ask first before you jack me off?"

That got another eye roll. "Oh, puh-lease. You're so aroused that not even the crack of dawn is safe."

Alan guffawed at that.

Suzanne pulled back a sticky hand from Alan's erection and looked at it. "This cock is very wet. Who was just sucking on it?" She gave her hand a sniff. "Let me guess. Smells like Katherine."

"Yep." His smile grew wider as he made himself more comfortable on the couch and Suzanne put both her hands back on his stiff pole.

Alan thought to himself, Now this is the life! Moving from one perfect ten woman on my dick to her mother! I'll bet Hugh Hefner doesn't even have it this good. Heck, these women put those Playboy bunnies to shame. Those are all blow-dried, air brushed, emotionless statues out to make a buck. These women are real in every way. And Aunt Suzy doesn't even want me to do anything in return; she's totally psyched just to play with my cock!

But he said, "Aunt Suzy, let's go somewhere a little more private okay? Anyone could just stroll in here at any time."

"Ooh! Tell me more. It gets me hot!"

"What if Amy walks in on us?"

Suzanne's ardor flagged. "Oh. Good point."

So they quickly hustled to the den, right by the kitchen, and kept going with their sexual fun.

"Good morning, Sweetie," Suzanne said as she lightly blew on his penis tip. "I understand today is going to be a big day for you, isn't that so? A chance to get your daily average back up?"

"Yep. I guess that's so."

"Good. Susan told me that my help would be needed. You can see I'm not going to waste any time. Have you given up any loads yet?"

"Nope." Alan thought to himself, Because I keep getting interrupted, not that I can complain.

"What happened to Katherine?"

"Well, Amy got here just before you, to be honest. So I was left hanging. You arrived just at the perfect time."

"Then there's no time to lose. Here, a handjob isn't good enough. You deserve better than just another blowjob too. I'm ready for another deep throat. Would you like that?"

"Sure. Man! Just when I think things can't possibly get any better, then they do."

Suzanne deep throated Alan, inadvertently finishing off a stimulation partly helped along by her daughter.

Upstairs in the bathroom, Amy and Katherine had plenty of fun shaving and "checking for bumps," even though Alan couldn't be with them.

Now that Suzanne knew how to deep throat, she was even more of a force to be reckoned with. Her first deep throat was just a partially successful experiment, and the second wasn't much of an improvement, but this one was much better.

She just kept coming forward and forward, until her nose brushed up against his pubic hair.

Again, Alan was amazed that so much penis could fit in a mouth. He just couldn't get used to it. Her saliva covered his penis until she could slide back and forth on it like it was a greased pole.

But what was even better was her tongue. Suzanne considered her tongue her "secret weapon" in both blowjobs and kissing. It was remarkably agile and active, and had excellent reach. The first two times she tried deep throating, it was all she could do just to try to keep from gagging. Now that she was more used to it, she brought her extraordinarily long tongue out to play.

Before long, Alan was sitting on cloud nine. The triple tongue, throat, and lips attack felt almost as good as when Glory did her quadruple attack using her hands too. Glory admittedly had the better technique, but Suzanne scored points through sheer tongue size.

A few times Suzanne was able to snake out her tongue and lick Alan's balls even as her lips still slid around his penis.

Alan was impressed. Glory, the queen of deep throats, not only had never done that, she just didn't have the tongue length to even attempt it.

Alan couldn't hold out long against such a skilled tongue and throat.

She pulled his penis back toward her lips when he came so she could savor his cum in her mouth.

While they recovered, Suzanne talked about her plans for the day. "Sweetie, you and I have never gone to the beach together, just the two of us. I know you like to go to the beach most every weekend. What if you went with me instead of your boring friends? I think I can do a couple things they can't do, if you know what I mean." Suzanne, again, was scheming to get him alone outside of the house so they could fuck for hours without worrying about getting caught. When she did it with him for the first time, she wanted it to be a memory to last a lifetime.

"Hmm, interesting idea," Alan replied noncommittally. He was all in favor of the idea, but worried about the personal politics involved. If I disappear for the day with Suzanne, then Katherine and Susan won't take it too well. Even Amy might be disappointed. I left her in the lurch just a short while ago. Would it be better if maybe we all go together? But one can't exactly get a blowjob on a public beach anyways. But then again, Suzanne might think of something. If anyone could find a way to swing it, it would be her....

Suzanne impatiently leaned over Alan and cooed, "Sweetie? Please? If you go with me, I promise you won't regret it. I'll make you feel really, really good. I have a special surprise." She didn't want to just come out and say she'd allow him to go all the way and fuck her, as she wanted that to be a surprise.

"Special surprise? Better than a deep throat?"

"Mmmm. Much better. Trust your Aunt Suzy on this one."

Alan mumbled, "What about the others?" He found it very hard to think. Suzanne and he had just finished dressing, more or less. But Suzanne's semi-transparent nightie did nothing to cover her charms, as she now hung above him.

She ground her pussy down onto one of his knees, which happened to be between her legs. Her mouth inched right up next to his.

He could feel her fragrant breath and smell her strawberry shampooed hair.

Suzanne delighted in slowly torturing him like this. She knew he was putty in her hands. But right as her lips nearly touched his, there was a knock on the door.

Damn, Alan thought, What lousy timing. Interrupted seconds before a kiss, just like in the movies. Today has been the morning of interruptions.

"Who is it?" he asked as Suzanne pulled away.

"It's your mother. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good."

"Any reason you're in the den?"

"Well, Aunt Suzy was just helping me out."

Through the door, Susan complained, "Suzanne, what did I say about getting permission from me first? Can I come in?"

Alan got up, zipped up his shorts, and opened the door. "We just finished up," he said to his frowning mother.

Suzanne sat covered in some blankets which had fallen to the floor, as she didn't really have any pants to wear when she came into the room and didn't want Susan to see just how scantily she'd dressed. "Sorry, Susan," she said, "but you know how we're hoping Alan will reach at least eight today to make up for these past days. So I thought we shouldn't waste any time."

Susan looked a little disappointed but said, "No problem. I agree. It has to be paced out through the day and I did ask for you help in general today. But in the future, consult with me first, okay? Especially if I'm home. Now, since you two are done, I think... Oooh!" Susan stole a glance at her son's crotch and saw he was hard again. Suzanne crawling all over him no doubt helped him get that way.

Susan pointed at it. "Would you look at that, Suzanne? Isn't that just lovely? Didn't you say you just finished? How insatiable! My son is just the most virile teenager ever, don't you think? What kind of woman can resist a cock like that, that never gets soft? Tiger, are you ready for some more assistance? Because if you are, I'd very much like to help out. It seems Suzanne can't take care of all your needs." She shot a snarky and triumphant look at Suzanne.

"Sure, Mom." He thought, Dang, this thing is really getting a work out this morning. First Sis and Amy, then straight from Suzanne's mouth to Mom's! Fuckin' A. And I've got a really high target to reach today.

"Will that thing ever stay down?" Susan asked rhetorically. She cast a "please get lost" glance at Suzanne.

Suzanne ignored Susan's catty comment, and said, "I'll go see if the mail is here. Maybe that 'Cocksucking Monthly' magazine you've been waiting for so eagerly has finally arrived."

Alan was puzzled. He knew there was a recent profusion of specialty magazines like Cigar Aficionado, and seriously imagined a glossy "Cocksucking Monthly" sitting between "Good Housekeeping" and "Better Homes and Gardens" on a supermarket magazine rack. But then he thought, No, that can't be.

Susan looked puzzled, too, so Suzanne clarified, "Joke, folks. That was a joke. Ah, well. I'll be off now."

Susan failed to watch Suzanne leave, because her eyes were now completely fixated on her son's crotch.

Alan unzipped his shorts.

Susan licked her lips as she moved into position. She hovered over Alan. She winked. "I think I need to subscribe to that magazine and buy all the back issues. Don't you?" She added more to herself in a wistful voice, "'Cocksucking Monthly.' Wouldn't that be great if such a thing existed? Just think of all the tips I could learn. Hey! Maybe there's stuff like that on-line? Let's have a look later!"

"Okay."

"Great! But for now, I feel another titfuck coming on!"

Alan thought to himself without irony, I have the feeling today is going to be a very good day.

CHAPTER 12

Alan made an effort to have a normal day. He read the newspaper for a while, and then surfed the Internet. Suzanne went home to take care of some errands of her own, still without a commitment on the beach idea from Alan, since Susan was underfoot and they didn't have another chance to talk.

Just before lunch, Susan strongly suggested that Alan take care of his "problem" yet again. Alan was feeling up to it, and Susan appointed Katherine to do the task since Katherine hadn't been given much penis access lately.

Again he retired back to his room, which had acquired the smell of cum again, even with the window frequently open. There was so much sexual activity in there that the cum smell permeated every inch and pore of the room.

Alan whipped off his shorts and sat on the edge of his bed.

Katherine wordlessly took off all her clothes and assumed the cocksucking position between his legs.

He idly commented, "I don't even know why we bother with clothes lately. It just seems like half my day I'm involved in some sex act or another. Not that I'm complaining in the slightest, mind you."

She answered, "Clothes are fun. Taking them off for you and teasing helps pass the time until the next time you put your cock in one of my holes." She leaned forward to engulf his penis.

To her surprise, he held her back. "Just a sec. Do you want to do that, or a titfuck?" Susan had started with a titfuck but it quickly turned into titfuck/blowjob combo and then full-on blowjob. That left Alan with more of a titfuck craving.

"A titfuck? Oh goody! You'll let me do that in the house? But wait. I got a better idea. We can do both."

Alan poured some KY Jelly he had by his bedside into his sister's cleavage, and she demonstrated how she could flicker her tongue at his penis head while he pumped his penis between her tits.

Of course this wasn't a new discovery for Alan, but he pretended it was. Just as he did with Susan, he made very short strokes through her cleavage so she could keep her lips on at least part of his penis head at all times. He paused from time to time and she gobbled further down his penis, focusing on the sensitive spot beneath the head, until he was ready to stroke some more.

They went at it for a long time. Because of all the pauses, it was a longer climb up to orgasm.

Katherine was content to ride the peaks and valleys of his arousals, keeping him on edge and then giving him a chance to recuperate.

During one break, he asked her, "So which do you enjoy more: a straight cocksuck, or a cocksuck-titfuck combo?"

"Your fuck toy doesn't care," Katherine answered while referring to herself in the third-person. "She's happy just to have her brother's fat, cum-filled baseball bat do nasty things to her in any and every way. He always gives her lots of orgasms and a big load of sweet jism any way she takes it. And that's the truth."

"Sis, you don't need to talk in the third person. I'm still your brother, you know."

She giggled. "Please forgive me, Big Zucchini Brother. Maybe your sister, I mean, maybe I deserve a spanking for my disobedience."

"That's about the fifth time this morning you've suggested you deserve a spanking for something or another. If you don't stop it, I'm NOT going to spank you anytime soon. And you didn't disobey. In fact, you're not even supposed to obey my every whim. When did we decide that?"

"I decided that the first time you fucked me. It felt so good I literally saw stars. Your fuck toy lives to be fucked by you! Speaking of which, how can my mouth be so close to your penis without being fucked hard like the second pussy that it is? And look at my soft, sweet, firm tits: they've been tragically unfucked for a good three minutes now."

She made big, sad puppy dog eyes and he relented as they both broke into laughter.

So Alan ended another break and resumed thrusting into her tits. Most of their conversations were in a similar vein to this one. Alan upbraided her for her degrading talk, but secretly he enjoyed it, and she knew that. She enjoyed it even more.

Alan eventually came. The tip of his penis was inches from her mouth, so most of it hit her there, but she turned her head this way and that so the flood of cum could hit her in the cheeks, nose, and chin as well. By the time Alan was done, he looked down at his sister and saw that he'd given her an impressive pearl necklace, gobs of his sperm dripping down the sides of her neck and chin like viscous milk.

When it was over, he still felt weirded out by his sister's attitude. So he said, "Sis, now that we're not in a sexual mood, things go back to normal, right? We're just the same old brother and sister, right?"

"Yeah. Sure. It's not like I'm gonna do your dishes for you or anything. We're still cool."

"Good. Because I'm just a little freaked. Let's do something totally nonsexual for a change. Just like the old days." He found it a bit difficult to discuss anything nonsexual when she rubbed his cum into her skin all over her face, but he persevered.

"Okay. What?" she asked after she licked her palm clean of his sperm, her eyes doe-like and pretty as she stared up at him quizzically.

"Oh, I don't know. How about we play some video games? One on one shoot 'em up? I know you like that." He unstraddled her and stood up, his penis still at half-mast as it hung between his legs. He offered his sister his hand to help her sit up.

Katherine glanced at her brother's penis and noticed that there was a large drop of unspent cum that dangled lazily from the tip. She scooped it up with a finger and said, normal as ever, "Cool."

So they played a video game together in the living room.

Alan was actually greatly relieved to have this revival of old habits. He was even relieved to see his sister completely clothed in relatively normal clothes, just as Susan was clothed as she worked in the nearby kitchen.

Katherine saw that he needed a mental return to normality, so she purposely avoided any flirtation or exposure. Indeed, he was happy to see they could still relate just as they did before. Soon they were laughing and having a great time. The only lingering evidence of sexuality was the smell of cum and a slightly different sheen to her face from her facial.

She thought to herself, Looks like Alan needs some time to adjust to this whole fuck toy idea. I'll just have to take it slow for a while and tone down the language until he realizes my rightful role. I guess no spanking for me today. Shucks.

That's okay, though. The important thing is what happens in the long term. We're just gonna get closer and closer and closer until he'll be not only my brother, but also the father of my children! Then we'll live together happily forever and ever. Sure, he's way too studly now to be happy with just one woman, but as long as he knocks me up there's no way he could ever leave me. I'll always be right there by his side, one of his favorites!

They finally had to call it quits when Susan announced that lunch was ready.

CHAPTER 13

After lunch Alan napped again. When he woke up around two o'clock, he wanted to do some swimming. Although it was November, it was still a hot, sunny day in Southern California. He went to find Suzanne so he could take her up on the beach trip idea, but when he came downstairs, he found Katherine, Susan, and Suzanne out back by the pool where they sat in lawn chairs. He went out there to join them.

When Suzanne saw him, she commented, "Since I didn't get a promise from you about the beach, Susan insisted on this instead. Seems she didn't want to be left out."

Alan mentally noted that Amy wasn't around, as was the case when Brenda came over on Wednesday. He correctly guessed that Suzanne had sent Amy away so the rest of them could engage in more sexual shenanigans. Suzanne was blissfully unaware of Amy's sexual activity earlier in the morning. Amy was a blind spot for Suzanne's otherwise very observant mind.

The thing was, Susan was very sexually free with Alan one on one, but she grew prudish and shy when others were around. One other woman she might handle if she was really horny, but not two. Suzanne had brought this exact group together for the very strategic purpose of loosening Susan's boundaries a little more.

At first, all of them swam in the pool. But the swimming together started to increase everyone's arousal. Suzanne's bikini top was so skimpy that she had no problem repeatedly making it "accidentally" come off whenever Alan was around. Susan, by contrast, wore her most conservative bathing suit because she knew she would be in a group. She shot Suzanne some dirty looks, but less and less as time went on. In fact, the main reason Susan minded Suzanne's displays was because she worried Suzanne would steal all of Alan's attention. Yet she didn't dare to pull the same provocative moves when the others were around.

After swimming, Katherine, Susan, Suzanne, and Alan returned to four nearby lawn chairs.

Suzanne and Katherine would have gone topless or altogether naked, but they still took their cues on what was acceptable from Susan. They, and Alan, kept a close eye on her to see how far they all could go without upsetting her too much. No one wanted to see her go through another prudish backlash phase.

Their lawn chairs were all only a few feet from the edge of the pool. Suzanne and Susan lay in chairs next to each other, and Katherine and Alan's chairs made another pair right behind them, but facing in the opposite direction. They had punch to drink, rock music that blared in the background, and trashy novels to read. Suzanne had secretly spiked the punch with alcohol, to help further things along.

Alan thought it strange that both Susan and Suzanne wore high-heeled shoes even while sunbathing, but didn't say anything about it as he didn't want to discourage them.

Spirits were definitely reviving. The lawn chairs were all in the shade of some trees, but the afternoon wore on and the intensity of the sun lessened. So after a while, Suzanne pulled her chair out into the sun, and everyone else followed suit. Suzanne, with her pale skin, normally avoided the sun like the plague, but she knew that moving into the sun would be followed by a need for more suntan lotion.

As she'd expected, all eyes turned to Alan.

Suzanne was also the first to speak up. As she held up a bottle of lotion, she said, "Sweetie, would you be a dear and cover me up?"

She undid her bikini top and let it fall to the ground. That act set off some kind of secret nuclear arms race to nudity.

Susan quickly excused herself. Upset that she wore such reserved garments, she quickly reappeared in her most revealing one. But by the time she got back Katherine had joined Suzanne in being topless. Susan wasn't willing to follow suit, if it wasn't just Alan watching.

She couldn't exactly order Suzanne around, since they weren't related. But she could order her own daughter, so she forced Katherine to put her bikini top back on. However, despite all these efforts, she knew that she was still being upstaged by Suzanne and that upset her.

Surprisingly, even Alan flashed a lot of skin. Suzanne had recently given him one of those European styled bathing suits that he said he'd detested only a month or so ago. The short red suit that he wore for the first time was almost like a male bikini bottom. He wondered what would happen if (or, more accurately, when) he got a hard-on, because there was seemingly nowhere for an extended and engorged penis to go.

Alan began to work on Suzanne first once the bikini situation resolved itself. She would have been his first choice anyway, because he wanted to get the greatest potential for mischief out of the way early before he got too excited. He remembered how, when he was asked to apply lotion to the three of them last time, he had to flee for fear of losing all control to not just start fucking each and every hole on all the women. He was determined to control himself better today, so he could take things a little bit further.

He wordlessly moved over to the pale beauty and brazenly straddled himself right on top of her. His hard penis was in severe danger of popping out of his tiny suit, so he pushed it along the thin fabric that connected the front of his suit to the back. It kept it covered, but just barely.

Suzanne's toned and firm body felt wonderful underneath his hands. All the workouts Suzanne and Susan did together continued to pay off. Their bodies were the essence of perfection.

Alan started on Suzanne's back, and worked his way down to her feet. Along the way, he devoted great attention to her ass. He would have slipped his hands under her bikini bottom, but there really was no bikini to speak of in the first place - just a single string that ran down her crack. So he had free reign over her butt. It was in direct sight of his mother's watchful eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, but she didn't say anything to stop them.

Almost as soon as he began, his penis popped out of his far-too-revealing bathing suit, despite his precautions. He modestly popped it back in, but each time he shifted his weight or made any sudden movement, it would pop out again.

Susan didn't even chide him on this, as the application of lotion passed in nearly complete silence. The anticipation was killing her - she figured anything Alan did to Suzanne would soon be done to her, so she didn't want to be too discouraging. She licked her lips and her pussy quivered in anticipation of having his big erection rub across her naked skin.

It took a good fifteen minutes for him just to do Suzanne's backside. He figured it would take him a good hour and a half to finish all three of them at the absurdly lazy pace he took. They all seemed to make similar mental calculations.

So Susan and Katherine put their own suntan lotion on while he did Suzanne, to prevent them from actually getting burned. Of course that pretty much negated any reason for Alan to put lotion on the other two, but no one wanted to point that out. Only Alan's skin remained unprotected from the very penetrating sun but his skin was the darkest of the group so that wasn't such a big concern.

Suzanne and Katherine had arranged a bit of a trick before they went outside. They'd worked out a way to talk extensively about Alan's penis to get Susan more worked up.

Suzanne started it by saying, "My, my. Looks like Alan is hard as usual. Katherine, didn't you just take care of him a short time ago?"

"I sure did, and it was fantastic. As usual. I don't think I could ever get bored of putting my brother's thick, wide, fuck monster deep in my-"

"Angel!" Susan chided. "Please! Let's have some decorum. Let's not forget the boundaries. There's no need to talk about that kind of thing." Her prudish nature was back in full force in the group setting.

"But, Mom, there is. I'm concerned."

Susan sat up in worry.

Katherine continued, "I'm concerned about the state of Alan's penis. As you know, I've given him handjobs and blowjobs before. A good deal before we were even caught, as you know now. But today his penis seemed even bigger than before. Thicker. Longer. Tastier."

Susan still looked worried, but she also unconsciously licked her lips.

Katherine went on, "And the endurance! Jesus! It's unbelievable. It wears my mouth out. His penis is so huge, and growing. I'm thinking all the rubbing and sucking is making it grow permanently! What do you think?"

"It's possible," Susan conceded. The others insisted his penis was eight inches long, but Susan was convinced it was ten, at the very least. She guessed maybe they hadn't measured it recently if it was still growing.

Katherine went on, "I'm wondering if it'll reach a point where he simply won't be able to fuck a woman with his oversized tool. I imagine it could barely fit into a vagina now, and if it did, it would fill it up and push against the sides and ram against the back so much that it would practically seem like giving birth. Imagine that feeling of fullness. It must be ten inches long now, or more!"

Of course Alan's penis hadn't actually grown in any way, though his endurance was continually improving. But this is what Suzanne told Katherine to say to get Susan worked up. And it worked only too well.

Susan complained, "Angel, what you're saying is impossible. Nobody's penis just up and grows a couple of inches overnight. Really! You're too much. His marvelous penis has simply been ten inches for some time now, like I've said all along. In any case, we're outdoors. Anyone could hear us. Please don't talk like that about your brother-"

"Mom, it's so true! I tell you, it's getting bigger. Don't you agree, Suzanne?"

Susan saw Suzanne nod.

Suzanne then authoritatively lied, "Susan, sometimes this can happen. Think about your private parts. Aren't your tits, ass, and pussy always kind of tingly and ready for action these days? I know mine are. Aren't you always thinking about how good it would feel to have Alan penetrate you in all kinds of exciting ways? Well, when a man is similarly and constantly stimulated twenty-four hours a day, his penis tends to just get bigger and bigger, in the same way that your nipples are almost always hard and your pussy lips are almost always engorged, wet, and ready to be fucked hard."

"Wow. Is that really true? I didn't know." Susan considered, I AM always tingly and ready for action. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a package of tits, ass, and pussy put together, because all three spots are on fire all day long and they do most of the thinking for me. At least when I'm in a horny fog, which seems to be most of the time.

Katherine enthused, "Measure it yourself, Mom. Would you like me to get a ruler, so you could take his giant organ in your hand and hold it against the ruler? Do you want to take it in both hands and rub his fuck stick thoroughly so it gets nice and long, and then you can measure it at its maximum size?"

"Yes! ... I mean, no. Maybe. ... No. I shouldn't. That's improper outside the house like this." Susan fully writhed about in her lawn chair now in absolute and direct evidence to the contrary of what she'd just said. She desperately wanted the conversation to change before she was forced to blatantly rub her clit and get off.

She looked from face to face, wishing she could just be alone with her son. "And Angel! Don't call it a fuck stick! Oh, my!" she gasped with realization. "I just said...! Please watch your language. In any case, I'm sorry, but it just doesn't get that long. And how could his spermy goodness possibly get even tastier? That's pure silliness. It's as delicious as it could possibly be already!"

"Maybe it's your technique, Mom. Maybe Suzanne and I know how to make it get longer and harder than you do." The daughter had gotten quite worked up with her own talk and hefted her bikini-clad tits with both hands.

Susan didn't seem to notice the movement and replied hotly, "That's absurd! Why, I'll tell you, it gets PLENTY long, all slicked up and sliding around in my soft hands. And when I put it in my mouth..." She launched into a spirited defense of her skills.

The conversation soon went into detailed discussions of handjob and blowjob technique, and a heated debate as to who was the best cocksucker.

This was just as Suzanne planned. The idea was to keep the conversation sexual at all times, to continually raise the sexual tension and leave the "boundaries" behind. Even though Alan was there, he was almost completely ignored. No one solicited his opinion on such questions as to who could blow him the best, as they all knew he would give a diplomatic reply to try and keep them all happy.

Soon Susan and Katherine writhed around and rubbed their privates against hard corners of their lawn chairs at every opportunity, their brazenness of their behavior limited only by the fear of what they could get away with. Susan didn't want to be seen as a hypocrite after telling the others to cool it, and Katherine didn't want to get in trouble with Susan again.

Meanwhile, Suzanne had more pleasant rubbing to contend with.

Alan continued to apply lotion to her fabulous body. He spent even more time on her front side than he did her back. Starting from her legs, he saved the best for last: her giant jugs. They were completely unencumbered by any fabric, yet still held out so stiffly that it seemed as if they must be fake.

Alan spent more time getting to know them better than ever before. He pinched or brushed over the nipples at every semi-plausible opportunity.

Wanting to draw Susan's attention in particular, Suzanne started acting incredulous about what Alan was doing. "Sweetie! You're taking my breasts and hefting them and kneading them so strongly! Then the way you're pulling on my nipples, I really don't know."

Alan wasn't sure what she meant and asked, "You don't know what?"

Suzanne could see that Susan and Katherine were both sitting up in their chairs as they panted and watched Alan's squeezing hands very intently.

Suzanne winked at Alan in such a way that the others couldn't see and asked, "Would you treat your mother's big tits like this? Would you show them this kind of sexy disrespect?"

Alan caught on enough to reply, "Well, actually, yes."

Suzanne just seemed more shocked. "Would you just tug and pull and heft and lick her defenseless hooters until her pussy gushed out a frantic orgasm?"

Alan was inspired to fondle more intently with both hands as he answered, "Yep. Definitely." He bent his head and conspicuously gave both Suzanne's nipples an enthusiastic lick, causing her ass to jerk up as her back arched and she convulsively grabbed the armrests. Both ladies gasped, almost in unison, making Alan smile all the more. He was finally catching on to Suzanne's game and running with it more than she expected.

But, in an effort to maintain some level of decorum and especially because she was getting too excited to know if she was coming or going, Susan said, "Okay, Tiger, I think you've gotten Suzanne's breasts more than thoroughly covered with lotion already! And I don't see how licking her nipples helped at all."

Suzanne panted a reply, "Ah, I don't, uhh, know - my skin is so pale there. Oooh.. It pays to be extra careful." Of course, her skin was equally pale everywhere. She added teasingly, "I think someone is just jealously waiting for her turn."

"It'll be sunset before the poor boy finishes, at this rate," Susan grumbled as she dodged the comment.

By this time, she wanted Alan so bad that she could literally taste his cum in her mouth. Her whole body wiggled and writhed like she was dancing in her seat. She clenched her legs together fiercely and repeatedly to prevent herself from touching down below, but all the rubbing of thighs only spurred her arousal. Most importantly, from Suzanne's point of view, was that Susan was far too hot and bothered to enforce her boundaries.

CHAPTER 14

"Poor Alan," Suzanne pouted. "Sweetie, you must be getting all worked up, and there's no relief in sight!" She tugged at his bathing suit and caused his thick pole to pop out yet again. It seemed that each time it came out it took him longer and longer to put it back in.

"Susan," she went on, "Katherine was the last one to help Alan out today, but it looks like he needs some more help. Can I do the honors?" She began to play her fingernails over Alan's still-exposed penis. She held the nails just far enough away from the skin so that it was almost impossible to tell if contact was actually being made, but it created an exciting tingling for Alan.

"What? Now? Here?" Susan asked incredulously. Susan had assumed that Alan would get hard from seeing them all by the pool, but figured he would be taken inside to be pleasured. To do that in front of others had been done on Wednesday night with Brenda there, but Susan in her erotic mood forgot all about that, plus being outside during the day made her extra skittish.

"Look how bad he needs it right now, Susan." Suzanne began to stroke his erection blatantly, making sure that the others could get a good view of the action. "Isn't it better if he can calm down for when he does you and Katherine? Do you want him to suffer in complete torture for the next hour? Is that how we repay him for helping us out?"

Susan stuttered, "Well, no, that would be mean. ... But you can't just do it here, in full view of everyone! In front of the neighbors? Can you?!"

"Who is 'everyone'?" Suzanne replied. "Just you. No neighbors can see in here. Not even Katherine can see from where she's sitting."

Katherine lay less than ten feet away and could see easily if she only turned around, but she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep in hopes that would help weaken her mother's resistance to Suzanne's schemes.

Suzanne added to Susan, "And if you don't want to watch, just close your eyes."

Suzanne had softened Susan up so thoroughly with the long cocksucking technique conversation that Susan put up nearly no resistance to this penis stimulation, the first time for it outdoors and in front of a group.

All Susan said was, "I think I will, then," and she did close her eyes. She leaned back deeper into her lawn chair.

But as she lay still on her back, with her bountiful and nearly naked tits thrust into the air, she realized that behind her sunglasses, no one would know for sure if her eyes were open or closed. Her resistance to keep her eyes closed quickly broke down, but she was careful to only look over at Suzanne out of the corner of her eyes so her friend wouldn't suspect.

However, she only fooled herself. The others knew her resistance to most anything involving her son's cock was practically nil.

At this point, Alan had been straddled over Suzanne's stomach, in the optimum position to play with her boobs.

Suzanne motioned him with her hand to scoot backwards, and he kept on scooting until he reached her feet at the edge of the reclining chair. That enabled Suzanne to bend forward at the waist and place her head in Alan's crotch. When she pulled the fabric of Alan's nearly useless bathing suit away from his balls, she began to suck his meaty organ. One hand grasped his balls and the other fondled his ass, while her mouth did all the rest.

This is wrong, thought Susan as she watched. Why did I agree to this? They should have just gone inside. It's just that I feel so sorry for his 'blue balls' condition... He is such a terribly cum-filled boy... But I really shouldn't be watching this, right? There's no real reason to watch ... except maybe to see how Suzanne does it. ... She's good - better than me. I could learn some tips. Maybe they do get it more excited than I do?

If only Alan had fucked me at the Halloween party, I could have satiated my horny urges, and I wouldn't be like this. ... No, can't think that way. I'm going to be the best cocksucker there is, so I have to learn everything she's doing, and do it better. I'll show them!

Oh my God! Did she just stick her finger in his anus? She did! She put it up his butt hole right here outside in the back yard! I can even hear that damn slurping sound while he's ramming into her greedy mouth. The neighbors could be watching. I can't believe it! And now she's moving her finger in and out of it like a mini-buttfuck. Should I be allowing this in the outdoors where any neighbor might see? This is too much; the neighbors would think we're anal perverts. I have to say something!

But Susan didn't speak up to stop it.

Suzanne continued to use a whole series of tricks until he climaxed.

Suzanne was a very good cocksucker indeed, even when she wasn't deep throating him. Amongst other things, she was excellent at swallowing all of Alan's big loads. She began to drink in everything his pumping penis shot out, but half-way through, she pretended that it was too much to take, and slowly pulled her head back until his penis squirted on her face instead, and cum drooled out of her mouth. She figured the sight of all the cum would help excite Susan even further. Since she couldn't fuck Alan today, she hoped this would help with her other scheme: further corrupting Susan.

"Oh, it was just too much!" Suzanne bemoaned to Susan as she lifted up her head from Alan's lap.

Susan had nearly cum herself just from watching, but she didn't quite get there, and she was even more flustered than before.

Suzanne complained, "Look how badly he needed to go - he literally filled my mouth with cum! Sweetie, you must have been in pain, backed up with too much semen!"

Suzanne turned her body towards Susan to show just how much he had shot, even after she had drank much of it in. She showed off the cum as it dripped down her nose and chin and fell onto her tits, as if she was exasperatedly showing how someone had playfully splashed a glass of heavy cream over her.

Susan had a nearly overwhelming urge to lick all of Alan's cum from Suzanne's face and chest. She practically rose up out of her chair to do just that, but managed to restrain herself. She thought, So much yummy seed. Mmmm. Yummy, yummy, yummy! Mommy needs it! Suzanne, don't just sit there and let it all fall to the ground! Don't waste a drop! Mommy knows what to do with it, even if you don't!

She involuntarily and unconsciously licked all around her mouth with her tongue, as if the cum were on her face instead of on Suzanne's. Her pussy literally twitched with the desire to be filled and pummeled, but still she couldn't cum.

Katherine experienced similarly pleasing frustrations. She also wanted a face full of cum. And with all of her recent lesbian experiences, she was turned on by Suzanne, too. It would have been a double pleasure for her to lick Suzanne's face clean of her brother's cum.

Alan saw his mother greedily lick herself and thought, Jesus! My mom is acting like a total cum slut. Is she some kind of slut, honestly? If she is, why does she always deny her true feelings and never let me fuck her?

Suzanne went on, "But don't worry about me, Susan. I'll get myself cleaned up. Why don't you put some lotion on my cute little Sweetie or he'll get burned for sure. Then, since you're nearly as pale as me, he can do you next."

CHAPTER 15

Susan was shaken out of her reverie. She saw how Alan was still not covered in lotion and in fact was getting slowly burnt. She called for Alan. "Come here, Tiger." She sat up in her lawn chair and arched her arms back, which caused her bikini to ride up and momentarily expose her nipples.

Alan's eyes ogled.

She pulled her top back down.

"Thanks for that, Aunt Suzy," was all Alan said to Suzanne as he got off her, as if she just did some inconsequential thing like hand him a glass of milk.

Susan smiled wide, as it fully registered that Alan was headed her way and what he'd soon do to her. Her face was wholesome; she just looked like a normal, happy, suburban, soccer mom. Her innocent look contrasted with the sex slut she felt to be on the inside at the moment.

Alan straddled his mother on her stomach just above her crotch, but he put his back to her face so she could apply the lotion to his backside.

She tried to act restrained, and she moved slowly so she could calm down a little bit. "Now, Tiger, we've done some things lately that perhaps weren't so wise. I'm thinking of a certain chocolate frosting shower recently, for instance."

She lowered her voice so only he could hear. "You know much I enjoy a nice titfuck or cocksuck, but not here! If you have any urges to do naughty things with your mommy, that's good and very healthy, but let me know so I can take you inside and help you out there so we aren't a spectacle for our neighbors."

Alan nodded.

From her reclined position, Susan covered him thoroughly but quickly. Mostly she rushed because she wanted to get to where he was putting lotion on her instead.

He turned around and straddled her the other way.

She ran her hands lovingly all over his face, arms, and chest. The prescription sunglasses she wore weren't really dark enough to hide her eyes, but they gave her an emboldening sense of anonymity anyway. She moved her hands down to the edge of his suit which hung so low that some pubic hair stuck out the top. She looked at his penis through his suit. She could see virtually every detail, every vein, as if he had no suit at all. But she stopped there.

To get at his legs would mean having to get up from her reclined position, and she felt really lazy just then. Is there something in that punch? she momentarily wondered. I feel so relaxed! I have this overwhelming desire to spread my legs and let Alan get really comfortable with my body. But that would be wrong, wouldn't it?

She took the easy path. "Tiger, why don't you do me for a while, and then I'll get your legs later."

Alan simply remained where he sat, on top of her stomach, and began to cover her chest, face, and arms with the lotion. Her boobs came last, before he had to move further down her body. Unlike Suzanne, Susan still wore a tiny bikini top. Just two little triangles of fabric were all that protected her nakedness. So he avoided those two spots, which meant he couldn't really play with her nipples, even as they stuck out temptingly like hard erasers.

Susan's pussy was on fire. Her nipples screamed for attention. Her mouth longed to be filled with a penis or a tongue at the very least. The only reason she still kept her bikini top on was because she was worried that if he touched her nipples, soon she'd beg him to suck and milk them and that wouldn't look good in front of Suzanne, who spied everything through her sunglasses. In fact, the real reason she generally let him fondle her butt more than her tits was because her nipples were extremely sensitive, and when he touched them it absolutely drove her wild. She reveled in a fantasy of him sucking her nipples like a full-grown baby and that thought alone almost pushed her over the edge.

Alan didn't realize any of that specifically, but he could sense her poorly hidden excitement. But he gave the rest of Susan's boobs a LOT of attention. His fingers plunged down into the tight crevice of her cleavage again and again. He put lotion on both hands and pushed her boobs together from the outside. Then he pulled them away from each other and then, scant seconds later, pushed them inward. He pushed and pulled and mauled them every which way.

He thought, I cannot believe my mom has such perfect boobs. I must have been blind all these years to not think of her more sexually. It's like someone took an ordinary pair of tits and pumped them up with a bicycle pump. They look like balloons. And they feel so soft and pillowy! So nice!

He must have spent at least ten minutes on just her tits before she finally, quietly said: "I think that's enough, Tiger." She had him stop because her pussy was very wet and she didn't want him to notice as it got even more obviously soaked. Again she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm and feared thrashing around with Alan right on top of her. Somehow she restrained herself. In yet another remarkable display of restraint, Alan had avoided her still-covered nipples all that time.

Alan got up and rotated around, so he could begin to work on her legs. But he'd long given up on trying to keep his penis inside his far-too-tiny bathing suit.

As he stood over her momentarily, Susan looked up and gasped as she saw his penis poking far out of his tiny suit. About half of it was out of the suit and lay against his stomach. Pre-cum dripped out of its tip like water from a recently turned off faucet, the liquid thick and translucent as it pooled near his belly button like clear honey.

Holy mother of God! Susan thought. That looks so good! Maybe they're right and it HAS grown even bigger lately. There's only one way to find out for sure, and that's to test its size with my mouth.

I would give a kingdom just to suck it all day long. No longer am I just a homemaker. I've started a new career: cocksucker extraordinaire for my darling son. That's what I do. I live to suck his cock. But I can't right now, with Katherine and Suzanne expecting me to be the restrained one. They're watching me. I'd feel so self-conscious, especially to have Suzanne judge my every move. I'm not going to sink to her level and just do it anywhere, with anyone watching, like some kind of common whore! I'll just wait until he says he wants me to go inside and take care of it.

But it looks soooo good! So long and thick and tasty. Maybe if I just touch it, like I'm trying to help him put it back in his suit... No, that's not gonna work. It'll just end up in my mouth right here in front of everybody.

By this time, Alan had straddled his mother again and now faced in the other direction.

She could no longer see his penis and breathed a huge sigh of relief. What a close call! I almost came AGAIN! What torture. I would have lost it if he had stood there much longer.

But just as she thought she was out of the woods, she felt his penis lay down onto her lower abdomen. It pointed towards her pussy from mere inches away. Good Lord! God, if incest is so wrong, give me the strength to resist it. Give me the strength to tell my son to put his thing back in his suit before I embarrass myself in front of Suzanne and my own daughter. I really need to say something to stop this madness. We're outside where any neighbor can see, for crying out loud! But she said nothing.

Alan began to work on her legs. He started at her feet and worked his way up to her crotch. He kneaded her flesh and gave her as much of a massage as an oil rub. Her legs were tightly shut together. As he got up past the knees, he said, "Open your legs a bit more, Mom."

Susan replied sheepishly, "Mommy doesn't want to."

"If you don't, your thighs'll burn later." He began to gently pry her legs apart with his oily hands.

Finally she yielded and relaxed the muscles in her well-toned legs. "Okay, but don't get too close to you-know-what..." Behind his back, her face was beet red with embarrassment even though she thrilled at his touch and slightly insistent manner.

Alan took a good, close look at his mother's crotch. Her tiny, little, yellow bikini bottom barely made a pretense of covering her pussy and he could see a bit of pubic hair stick out the sides. He also saw that she was really, really soaking wet. The miniscule triangle of fabric was soaked through and juice dribbled down her thighs and onto the lawn chair. This was one reason for her shame, but Alan said nothing to embarrass her further.

Alan's hands worked their way up her thighs and he saw her juices continue to flow. The closer his hands got to her pussy, the more she leaked. There was a series of rivulets all over her upper thighs. Finally, his two hands reached up to within a couple of inches of her pussy and the gooey wetness around it. He could sense her hips begin to slightly gyrate and the heat from her moist mound practically left him intoxicated with lust.

Her legs also began to spread on their own accord, as though her lower body was readying itself to be penetrated.

Susan looked over at Suzanne, who blatantly stared and sat up in her chair to get a better view of Alan and what his hands did. Suddenly, Susan felt a great sense of shame and said, "Tiger, I think that's enough. I'll take care of the rest ... in that area."

She felt a tremendous sense of relief that the exquisite torture was finally over and that she'd survived all of his temptations.

But then Alan said, "Okay, then, turn over."

Oh no! I've forgotten about the backside! She exclaimed to herself, Oh God, dear God, Tiger, please, no! It's too much! If he touches me any more, I'm going to cum for sure. I'm going to cum buckets. Everyone will see! But at this point the idea of cumming profusely sounded very appealing, audience or not. She obediently, almost joyfully, flipped onto her stomach.

Alan said, "Mom, if you want me to do your ass properly, you'd better take off your bathing suit bottom." The bikini covered so little skin that it was fairly absurd to ask her to take it off, but Alan sensed that Susan wouldn't object.

She replied, "Tiger, do you want to see your mother all naked in front of friends and family?" It was a rhetorical question and she knew it. "Okay, if you must. I guess you've seen me naked so much already; everyone here has seen me so naked. I'm like a totally naked..." She wanted to shout "slut!" but she knew Alan wouldn't approve.

Instead of finishing her sentence, she turned to a new thought. "Do my ass. Do it properly!" Then she realized how that sounded like she wanted him to fuck her ass, especially as she said it so enthusiastically. So she added. "You know what I mean. The cream. I mean, the lotion. Put the lotion on."

Alan began to do her back languidly. It was even more like a massage as time went on.

She felt completely relaxed when his hands dug into the skin around the shoulders in a pleasant and penetrating massage. Even though her pussy had calmed down a bit, she continually leaked and rode a wave of erotic bliss that seemingly never stopped but just varied in intensity.

By this point, with her eyes no longer able to see what he did, Alan not only kept his erection on her skin, but he deliberately rubbed it against her. It rubbed deliciously along the silky skin of her ass as he swayed his whole body back and forth to vigorously rub her back.

She obviously knew what it was that poked and stroked her, but she didn't speak a word and instead enjoyed every blissful, secret moment of it.

Whenever he had a chance, such as needing to get more suntan lotion on his hands, he'd put a hand on his penis and rub it, which also pushed it further into her flesh. Soon it took him minutes at a time to get more lotion and the ostensible application of lotion slowed down even more. He tended to leave a trail of pre-cum wherever he placed his penis now, like a water gun that leaked a thin, continuous stream of viscous fluid right onto his mother's ass.

Alan moved his hands down to her butt and massaged that briefly as well. His dick rubbed back and forth on top of her thighs.

Susan suddenly realized how close they were to fucking. "Tiger, be careful!" she said between very heavy breaths. "I trust you. I trust you won't stick your thing right in my... right in my..." she was too worked up to finish the sentence. Finally, she rushed out, "That would be so improper!"

Alan decided to change positions, especially since, if he did it now, he'd have an excuse to go back later and do her naked ass more thoroughly when she might be even more amenable.

He was quite a bit more sexually experienced than even a week earlier, and he could sense how close to climax she was. He enjoyed keeping her right on the edge without letting her go completely over. Just when she thought she would finally lose it and explode into an overwhelming torrent of sexual delight, Alan would pull back a bit, or even stop altogether. She was like putty in his hands and almost completely ceased to think; she just gave in to whatever he wanted to do and let her feelings wash over her.

All the time he continued to apply the lotion. After a while he pivoted around and moved to her legs. With each stroke of her lower legs, his erect penis also stroked along her skin, right on her ass cheeks, and pointed directly at the barely-hidden cleft of her pussy lips. As a result, he spent more time on her lower legs than he otherwise would have. Soon, he only used one hand at a time to rub her legs. He used the other to move his penis around and simultaneously stroke it, instead of trying to guide it with his hips.

She thought to herself, Mmmm, that feels so good. His penis is so hot. It feels like it's branding itself into my skin. What a great idea! Imagine if I had a brand on my ass that showed I was his property? His slave! A big "A" for Alan. GOD, that would be great! His fuck-cow sex-slave. I'm a big, fat fuck-cow, but instead of having to be milked every day, I need to be FUCKED! Fucked AND milked, actually. Oh yes... Tiger, fuck me...

Shut up, Susan! Stop thinking these demeaning thoughts. Even though it feels so good. I'm his cocksucker now. That's what I am, and that's as far as it goes. I have to accept that idea completely. Every day from now on, I'm gonna suck him dry. I don't care where he goes; he's never going to get rid of me. Every day. He's going to fuck my mouth. He's going to fuck my tits. He's going to fuck my ass - even that. Especially that! He's going to fuck me and use me and abuse me! I'll take his seed into every orifice I have, except one, and BEG for more!

Stop it! There you go again. Those things are not allowed, either. Just think about the cocksucking. Imagine the taste of his penis in your mouth. Mmmm.... Mommy loves it... Tiger, your mother needs your cock right now. Put it in my mouth. No, don't just put it in. Shove it in. SLAM it in! God damn, fuck my mouth! Slap your balls against my chin and yank my hair with your hands as you force yourself into me! Fuck it! Fuck any hole! Take me anywhere, in any way! Fuck your mooooommyyyyy!!!

Susan, to her great relief, finally had an orgasm, a thunderous and fully engrossing orgasm that started from deep within her belly and pulsed straight out to her toes, like a shockwave of pleasure. Juice poured out of her pussy like Coke exploding from a shaken can. She was so overwhelmed that she literally saw stars. Her heavy breaths turned into brief yelps, which turned into screams.

Her eyes were closed the whole time. She had no idea how Suzanne, Katherine, or Alan reacted, and she didn't really want to know. She was completely lost in the moment.

But as she came to, a realization overwhelmed her. Tiger is still here. He's on top of me. He's still not done. There's so many hours left in the day. What'll he do to me next?

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, NightShadow, Colin, Davy Jones, Trogdor, Lucky KM, IBT, WD40, Gnome, Lee, Captain Comic, and Spurtz.

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