SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 25: The Great Pretender

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 13)

The next morning, Alan woke up somewhat refreshed but still weary to his bones. He'd been up too late getting his penis sucked by both Susan and Amy, and he generally had too much sexual fun all day.

His goal today was just to make it through school so that he could take a long nap in the afternoon. He shook his head in wonder of just how amazing the previous couple days had been. I would say last night was especially great, but then I'd have to say that pretty much every morning. It just keeps getting better and better. So many adventures! A week ago feels more like a year ago.

He quickly hurried downstairs to see what new delights might be awaiting him.

In the kitchen, things were like they had been for the past two days, only slightly toned down in response to his more subdued mood. His mother and sister were standing next to each other, obviously anxiously awaiting his arrival.

He "got their attention" by rubbing his hands all over his mother's ass and his sister's pussy, respectively. All he said as he did that was, "Morning, Mom. Morning, Sis."

Katherine teased jokingly, "What can that be? Mom, I'm getting the vague sense that someone is wanting my attention, but I can't be sure."

Susan got into the spirit of that, and said, "You're right! I think. I can't be sure either. Maybe he needs to get my attention a little... harder. And deeper!"

Katherine giggled. "Definitely deeper over here, Brother!"

He slid his fingers into Susan's ass crack and Katherine's slit. But he was so exhausted from the night before that not even doing that and the sight of their amazing bodies was enough to get his dick fully hard. Frustrated, he let go of them and went to the refrigerator to get some orange juice. Then he sat down at a stool next to the kitchen counter.

Seeing that Alan's penis wasn't erect yet, Susan took it upon herself to fix that problem. She struck a sexy pose with her big, bare tits thrusting forward, framed by her erotic apron. She faked a pained expression, and said in an even more pained voice, "Tiger! Something TERRIBLE has just happened!"

He took the bait, and asked in alarm, "What? What is it?"

She replied with dramatic distress, "I woke up this morning at 6 a.m., drooling already to the thought of sucking my son's delicious thick cock! But then, after an hour of waiting, he finally woke up and came downstairs... flaccid! Tragedy!" She brought the back of her hand to her forehead, like a damsel in distress.

Alan and Katherine had a good laugh at her antics.

The three of them continued to joke and play around, but Alan's penis was still frustratingly flaccid, so he and Katherine ate bowls of cereal.

Susan continued to put herself on display for Alan with all the skill of a practiced stripper forced to work in a kitchen instead of a stage. She contorted her body so much in attempts to please him that it almost seemed at times like she was playing a game of Twister with herself.

Katherine again sat on the stool next to him. Alan secretly fingered Katherine's pussy as they enjoyed their mother's show. This was technically against Susan's rules since it went beyond Alan's "getting her attention" ritual.

Katherine started fondling his flaccid penis, and before long it wasn't flaccid anymore.

He celebrated this by singing, parodying the lyrics to the Beatles' song "I am the Walrus:" "I've got the dick, man, they've got the tits, man, I've got a boner! Boob, boob, ba-boob!"

Susan laughed along with Katherine, even though she had no clue about the original song.

He had a great time eating his cereal with one hand, fingering Katherine with the other, while getting jacked off, and enjoying Susan showing off her great body to boot. So he was in no rush to change the situation. Fortunately, the counter hid their lower halves from Susan so she had no cause to get jealous.

Meanwhile, Susan kept saying and doing arousing things. "Tiger, did you have a nice night last night?"

"I sure did."

"I hope you're not going to forget your sister and me, now that you have an official girlfriend, are you?" As she said this, she spread her feet apart and bent all the way down so she could touch her toes. Her ostensible purpose was to get the bottle of maple syrup from a low shelf (everything in the kitchen seemed to be on the highest and lowest shelves lately), but her real purpose was to help ensure a good answer to his question.

He responded, "Are you joking? You must be. As if I could ever stop loving you and Angel!"

Katherine gave his dick a very pleasurable extra tight squeeze, and whispered in his ear, "Good answer!"

Susan smiled. "I, for one, am glad about what happened last night. With you and Amy, I mean. I'll admit that I'm having some trouble with it, because there's a part of me that wants to make love to your cock with my mouth and hands all night and all day. But sharing is the only option, and having a hot girlfriend like her is only right and proper for such a studly, virile, and cum-filled boy like you. If only you didn't have to keep your incestuous relations a secret from the public..."

She had her dreams of being his girlfriend in public, maybe even his wife, but she was too embarrassed to tell anyone about them. She sighed and paused, then continued, "Plus, things like the striptease and shared blowjob were so much fun too."

She straightened up and said to Katherine, "Angel, I suppose it's inevitable that Tiger's gonna make us suck his cock together, so we might as well give in and concede defeat to his powerful cock. As usual." She seemed far more excited than sad about this "defeat."

Katherine eagerly asked, "Whoa! Mom! You mean you'd be up for a double blowjob this morning? Would that count as the one blowjob I'm allowed today?"

Susan replied with a sly grin, "Well, we'll call it half of one. What do you think, Son? Would you like that?"

He was extremely excited by that prospect, but he just mumbled, "Mmmm-hmmm," as he ate. Given all the hanky panky going on under the counter edge, he wasn't in talkative mood.

Susan went on, "But on the other hand, Son, all this cocksucking is well and good, but I'll bet you're dying to finally fuck a woman properly, aren't you? I can only imagine how much you long to fuck a woman."

As she said this, she leaned against a counter and spread her legs even wider than before. She rubbed her hands all over her groin area, which caused her apron to ride up and her pussy to become more exposed than it already was.

Alan was very surprised, because anything about fucking, even teasing or joking, was usually forbidden by Susan. But he just rolled with the punches.

He recalled that he'd told her that he'd fucked "Elle," so he said, "Well Mom, I have gotten lucky a few times already. Remember that mysterious Elle woman at the Halloween party? I've also fucked a couple of girls at school." He thought, Needless to say, I'm not gonna mention to Mom that one of them is my sister!

Susan was already hotter than the stove she was standing next to ever got. She panted while fingering her pussy, imagining her son fucking her, "Oh. Right. Good! I think it's only right that you get to fuck lots of women. I'm glad to see that you're starting to spread your seed all over town. That's as it should be! It should be the duty, no, the HONOR, of all the best girls in your school to spread their legs for you so you can fill their wombs with your deliciously nasty, potent, and fertile sperm!"

Modest kid that Alan was, he complained, "Mom, that's a bit over the top."

But Susan continued, "Nonsense! When I think about you fucking all those hot and busty girls at school, I get SO HOT!"

Alan looked down at his sister's hand sliding up and down on his erection, and then over to her sizeable breasts. Finally, he looked at Susan's even bigger ones, bouncing free while being framed by the erotic apron. Amused, he asked, "What makes you think they'd be busty?"

Susan stopped rubbing her clit long enough to shoot him an impatient look. "Alan 'Tit Man' Plummer, I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. But I'm talking about something else. I'm talking about fucking your loved ones. Amy is practically family. Won't that be great, fucking someone who's almost your sister? I mean, really truly sliding your big dick into her wet, tight slit! Does it make you feel naughty? Does it satisfy all your fucking at home needs? Or is there someone else even closer to home you'd like to fuck instead?"

As she said this last sentence she put her foot up on a chair, let her apron fall to the side, and exposed her pussy even more clearly, in case Alan had any doubt who she was talking about. He could actually look into her open pussy lips as she rubbed her nub.

Alan's mind was spinning, God, Mom is totally out of control this morning! I need to take advantage somehow. Should I tell her I want to fuck her and Sis so bad I can barely stand it, not to mention nailing Aunt Suzy? But he thought better of it and remained silent. Despite his growing confidence with other women, he was afraid of offending his mother's firm belief that vaginal intercourse was "true" incest.

Susan ran her hands down her belly and stopped at her furry mound. The straps to her apron had slid off her shoulders, and it had just about slid off her altogether by this point. She held her lips open with her left hand and started to dig into her hot hole with her right hand. When she got her fingers all covered with a slick sheen, she proceeded to flick and rub her clit. She held back the hood of her clit and pulled and twisted the fleshy nub.

Her excitement was starting to boil. Her pussy was so wide open that the pink folds inside could be seen glistening like morning dew.

All this took place in complete silence, but Susan finally added, "Well? Any ideas?"

Katherine was increasingly excited by the display as well, and was even more delighted that Alan was playing with her pussy in imitation of what he was seeing Susan doing to herself. She frantically pumped on his dick without attempting to disguise her arm movements.

The only problem was that Alan and Katherine had never finished their bowls of cereal, and their Honey Nut Cheerios were getting quite soggy.

Alan was so aroused yet frustrated by Susan's comments that he said, "Mom, you can't talk like that! Are you trying to get me to fuck you? Because if you are, you're doing a pretty good job. I could take this penis and pound a nail into concrete! But you're just teasing me, aren't you? Tormenting me!"

"Sorry Tiger, sometimes I get a little carried away," Susan said, genuinely apologetic. She straightened up and forced herself to look him in the eyes. "Of course we can't fuck, so I'll tone it down. Teasing is just so much fun for me now that I'd discovered how to really do it. I forget how frustrated it can make you. Let's not tease or talk about fucking. We'll just stick to blowjobs and titfucks and the like." She looked at Katherine's arm jerking up and down, and realized what her daughter was doing. "And handjobs," she added pointedly.

But it wasn't pointed enough for either Alan or Katherine, who were too hot and bothered to realize that Susan had caught on to at least some of their "illegal" activity. It should have been obvious that there was no way anyone could look their way and not see Katherine's flagrant arm movement, but both siblings were too horny to think straight.

"Yeah. Thanks," he said in an exasperated tone. "You don't have to go so far in getting me aroused. Just knowing you're near usually does it to me. Thank God I'm not a virgin anymore or you would have destroyed my heart with your teasing. My heart is pounding thanks to your little pussy show. Damn!"

Katherine felt irked, especially that Amy had been chosen to be Alan's girlfriend, not her. Yet she loved Amy like a sister and wanted the best for her, and she also understood the practical reasons for the decision. Nonetheless, she'd barely slept at all the night before, due to her frustration at not getting chosen.

But she couldn't help to also get greatly aroused at her mother's display, even though the show wasn't meant for her.

Alan could sense his sister's growing arousal. He really went to town on her pussy lips and clit. He pumped two fingers deeply in her slit, and even worked on her G-spot.

Katherine bit down on her lip to keep silent as she started to cum right there on her stool. But even though she was relatively quiet, there was no way for Susan to miss the look of pure bliss on her face, nor the way her body was trembling.

However, Susan pretended not to notice that either. She could have made a big deal out of all the rules violations going on a few feet away from her, but she felt like Katherine deserved some slack since her daughter had good reason to feel she wasn't getting enough attention lately.

"Well, let's talk about something else, then," Susan said, still panting, still openly playing with herself. "Who are these other girls at school, then?"

Alan didn't want to say. He prided himself on not kissing and telling. Besides, he was concerned that she might keep prying and eventually figure out that he and his sister were fucking. So he just responded vaguely, "I can't give any names; a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. But I can say that it's been mainly a couple of the cheerleaders at school." Technically that's correct, he thought. He hoped Susan wouldn't recall at that moment that Katherine was one of just five varsity cheerleaders, if one didn't count Amy, since it was clear he hadn't fucked her yet.

Susan was filled with pride. "That's my son! Nothing but the best and hottest cunts in the school for you. Of COURSE you should fuck the cheerleaders! I hope you give that bitch Heather a good hard pounding to melt her brain and show her that she belongs underneath you, impaled on your sperm-filled manhood!"

Alan was amused at her enthusiasm, but tried to act nonchalant. "Actually, I already have." He was only human, and his pride was surging so much that he couldn't help but reveal that tidbit.

Susan was so excited to hear that that she reached across the counter and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Son! That makes me so happy to hear! I have to say I'm impressed. She's definitely Alan-worthy. Spear that blonde bombshell's cunt real good for me, won't you?"

Alan just nodded in reply. He didn't know which was more surprising: his mother's newly dirty mouth, or her genuine pride and enthusiasm in seeing him fuck the cheerleaders. Like almost everything else, it was all too mind blowing for him to contemplate, so he just accepted it as part of his new bizarro world.

What he didn't know was that even Susan was actually having a lot of jealousy issues over the fact that Amy was now Alan's official girlfriend. It was one thing to hear about his new conquests - that always excited her because it reaffirmed his studliness in her eyes. But she particularly worried that he'd spend so much time with Amy that he'd spend less time with her. So she consciously tried not to think about Amy and just focused on the image of a naked Heather screaming bloody murder as her son's thick erection drove deeper and deeper into the tight, tiny slit of the bitchy cheerleader. XX01

Katherine, meanwhile, had stopped jacking off Alan when her own climax grew too distracting. She was too drained to continue for the moment. She stood up to walk to kitchen to get something more to eat. After all, she and Alan were supposed to eat breakfast.

CHAPTER 2

Susan was disappointed to realize that Alan's dick was no longer being tended to, but she could hardly order her daughter to resume her stroking when she wasn't supposed to have noticed it in the first place. She let out her frustration at her daughter by criticizing her clothes instead.

She complained as she leaned against the counter right across from where Alan at, "Angel, I hope you're not planning on wearing that around the house all day."

Katherine was wearing another item that she and Suzanne had bought at the sex store a few days before. It was less a dress and more just a few thin straps of cloth. There was one strap around the waist, two shoulder straps about an inch wide that barely covered the nipples, and one in her ass crack that also covered her vulva.

Katherine stopped and stared at her mother. "Why not? It's no more revealing than what you've got on, if you think about it. I mean, you couldn't even cover your boobs if you wanted to. There's just no fabric there."

"Yes, Angel, but this is an apron. I have to wear it for cooking," Susan said, having conveniently forgotten that she owned other less blatantly erotic aprons or that she could wear other clothes underneath the apron she had on. She also conveniently ignored the fact that the straps of her apron had slid down to her elbows, causing the rest to slide so far down that it was barely on her at all. She pulled the apron back in place somewhat, and then complained, "But your outfit - it just seems so absurd."

"But Mom, last night you said we could wear just as much or as little as we wanted, any time we wanted."

Susan sighed. "I said and did a lot of things last night that I regret. Today is different. Besides, I don't really have any say in the matter. If I don't wear something super sexy, Tiger will just force me to change my clothes! It's so unfair!" But the mere thought of being "forced" to do naughty things by her son got her motor running again and she started to visibly squirm about in her chair.

Katherine pointed out, "Well, why is it that Alan has the right to order you what to wear, but not me? Aren't I just as much a member of the family?"

"Of course you are, my sweet Angel," Susan replied.

"Well then, Brother, what do I have to wear today?"

"What you've got on," Alan said.

Katherine smirked and giggled.

Somehow, that just turned Susan on even more. She loved to be sexually "outsmarted" these days. "Darn it! You got me there, both of you. It just goes to show - yet again! - that there's no resisting Tiger or his fat cock. But Angel, since I can't get you to change, I'm curious. Doesn't that tiny strap of fabric ride up into your pussy and ass?"

Katherine's mood picked up as she stood up and showed off the dress. "It sure does! Just about any move I make causes it to go up there. I can practically get myself off just by shrugging my shoulders up and down repeatedly. And it's so tight that if I sit down it nearly cuts me in two." She shuddered momentarily as she drew a breath. "It's great!"

Her pussy was overly sensitive at the moment, but she helpfully demonstrated what she meant anyway. She used a hand to lift a shoulder strap up and down and delightfully moaned as the fabric pressed up against her pussy lips.

Susan complained, "Really, Angel, that's too much. It's so improper. Whatever will I do with you and your crazy outfit? And in front of your own brother!"

Susan realized as she said this that in fact she was more trying to stimulate Alan with the things she said than actually discourage Katherine from wearing the outfit.

By this point, everyone knew it was a charade to say things like "And in front of your own brother!" but it was fun for everyone anyway, and helped to make their actions seem naughtier and more arousing.

"Mom, you really should try it. The fabric would be even more deliciously tight all over if it tried to wrap itself around your bigger hooters."

"I don't know. Maybe I'll try it just once or twice. Just to see what kind of mischief you're getting into, mind you. And by the way, let's not use vulgar language like 'hooters' - the proper term is 'jugs.'"

Everyone laughed at that. Susan had always been tightly wound up, but in recent days letting loose sexually had changed her demeanor and she was making jokes for practically the first time in her life.

Katherine happily suggested, "Try it anytime, Mom. Or, even better, should I ask Suzanne to pick one up for you next time she's at the store?"

"I can ask her myself, thank you very much," Susan said in an authoritative tone, her somewhat irrational chastisement of Katherine's outfit just a minute or two before already forgotten. Susan definitely wanted one - she allowed her pussy to do her thinking about it, and her pussy very much liked the idea of having the strap ride up and rub around all day.

"The only problem with them is that the straps are so hard to keep in place," Katherine added with mock dismay. She then ostentatiously slipped one strap off of a nipple, then she slipped the other strap off of a breast altogether.

Alan's penis had been growing flaccid since Katherine had stopped stroking it when she stood up, but it surged back to full size.

With Alan and Susan raptly attentive, Katherine moved the strap that vainly attempted to cover her pussy to the side. Still on her feet, she moved back from the counter as she did this so that Susan could better see what she did. She knew that she was making her mother horny, even if Susan wouldn't admit her lesbian desires.

Katherine also thought to herself, Aunt Suzy was so right last night when she said it's more arousing to be partially dressed. Look at me, I'm the center of attention because of this bathing suit!

"Look, Big Bone Brother!" she said with even more anguish in her voice. "All my straps are coming undone!"

Alan joked, "You should cover your tits and your pussy with your hands, before you catch a cold from the draft." His erection was poking straight up in his lap, but he wasn't touching it at the moment, as he was giving it a short break.

Katherine smiled. "Good idea." She stuck a finger up her pussy and used her other hand to fondle a tit.

Susan said to Katherine, "I think Tiger sees your vulgar display well enough. And by the way, kids, please take your hand out of your private places and try to control yourself for a few minutes."

She said this without much conviction, as she was growing more aroused with each passing moment. In fact, the main reason she said anything at all was because she was subconsciously alarmed at how hot Katherine was making her.

She pretended not to see the dripping fluids leaking from her daughter's pussy and rolling down her leg, or else she would have felt obliged to raise more objections. She was failing to see a lot of things lately.

"I'm just trying to put the straps back into place," Katherine falsely claimed.

"Sure you are," Susan said in a tsk-tsk voice. "The way you're acting, you might as well not bother with clothes at all, and just keep your finger in your pussy permanently."

"Oh goody! Is that a request or a command?" Katherine joked.

"Neither."

Everyone laughed, even Susan at her own joke.

Susan went on more seriously, "As fun as it all is, Angel, we can't just sit around and masturbate for each other all day, or we'll never get you two to school. Don't you think you should go sit back down and tend, er, I mean, keep your brother company?"

It was greatly bothering Susan that her son's erection wasn't being stroked by anyone. Katherine and Alan read her not so subtle signals and as soon as Katherine sat back down, the two siblings put their fingers back on or in each other's privates.

After a short spell, Katherine moaned, "Mmmm, I know something I'd rather have in my pussy than my finger." She snickered as Alan continued to frig her, "Not that there's a finger in there now."

"What's that, dear?" Susan asked from the kitchen.

Katherine teased, "Hmmm. I'll give you a clue. It's long and hard and throbbing. Right now it looks like it's aching to fill a hole."

"Oh, does it?" Susan replied happily, glad to get confirmation that Alan's penis was hard. She picked up a bottle of maple syrup with a narrow neck and began unconsciously stroking the neck like she was jacking it off.

Then she remembered the role she was supposed to be playing. "I meant, uh, Angel, it's not right to think of such things. Besides, I'm sure Alan wouldn't want to stick his red hot poker in his sister's or his mother's hungry hole, so you must be speaking of something else."

Susan bent over forwards as she said this, and spread her legs so Alan could see clearly what hole she referred to.

Katherine moaned, "Mmmm. 'Red hot poker'. I like that. What do you think of that, Big Red Hot Poker Brother?" She no longer bothered to hide her many sexual nicknames for him from Susan any more.

Most other guys would have jumped up and fucked someone by this point, but Alan had slowly grown used to this level of teasing, and just enjoyed the scene. He merely complained, "Mom, you said no teasing about my fucking you."

"Oh sorry, baby. I don't know what got into me today. I must still be excited from last night. I get so hot thinking about how you tamed Amy and added her to your stable of big-titted hotties." She reluctantly went back to her kitchen work. But she was more intent on flashing her bare breasts and ass than getting anything done. Once again, her apron was hanging down in a very precarious position.

Katherine giggled as she stroked, "I know what I'd LIKE to get into me today, Mom. Do you know what I mean?"

Alan complained, "Mom, make her stop. I have to eat some food every now and then or I'll die of starvation. Death by sexy teasing!"

CHAPTER 3

Alan and Katherine ate breakfast while sitting at their counter stools. This was very unusual, but they both wanted to continue to enjoy a close-up view of their big-breasted mother walking around.

When Susan finally put the pancakes on plates and served it to her children, she once again stole a peek over the counter to gauge the state of Alan's penis. She smiled to see Katherine was right about its hardness.

Once again, her children had taken their hands off of each other before she walked around the counter towards them, but they were making only the barest pretense to keep their activity from Susan, and this time they weren't quite quick enough.

Susan said reproachfully, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing to each other. I've known the whole time."

"You have?!" Katherine asked. "How?!"

Susan smirked and mimicked the jerky, rhythmic arm motion Katherine had been making.

Katherine felt and looked abashed, but she grinned a bit too. She asked, "Is this going to count as one of the times I'm allowed today?"

"Well, that depends. I think if it's just some stealth stroking to keep him happy while he's eating, reading a book, watching TV, or something like that, it shouldn't count. After all, I want to encourage that kind of sisterly attention as much as possible because, after all, the battle to fight his dreadful sperm build up never ends. But if you stroke him to orgasm, that's gonna count as one of your allowed times. Is that clear?"

Katherine giggled with glee, because that was such a lenient easing of Susan's rules. "Yes, Mom." She brought her hand back and resumed sliding her fingers up and down. But now she did her best to create lewd squishy noises with the copious pre-cum for Susan's benefit.

Susan turned to her son. "Tiger, I'm much more upset by what you've been doing. It's a serious violation of the rules to fingerfuck your sister, you know."

"Sorry, Mom," he said abashedly. He had no idea what the rules were anymore. They seemed to be more or less whatever Susan felt like at the moment. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not, after her false chiding of Katherine's behavior. But he didn't raise any questions, since it was to his advantage to have the rules shift with Susan's level of arousal.

Susan said to him, "We may tease you a little bit here and there about our pussies, but we really shouldn't. Please remind us to behave when either of us get carried away. And let's just forget all about certain incidents yesterday." She looked away in embarrassment as she thought about how Alan had licked her pussy. But she added, "My point is, Angel and I are your family, so our pussies have to remain totally off limits. Enjoy the rest of our buxom bodies, but don't get too close to the REAL incest danger zone!"

"Sorry," he said glumly, despite the fact that Katherine was still steadily jacking him off. "I'll try to be better."

Susan said in a happier tone, "That's okay. I'll forgive it since you obviously need a lot of help getting hard this morning. And you can really make it up to me if you shoot a big load of your cum in my mouth before you go to school." She somehow smiled widely and licked her lips at the same time. "You think you're up for that, or do you want more time to eat first?"

"I think I'll go with the death by cocksucking."

"Good choice." Susan smiled even wider.

He got off his stool and moved to the loveseat elsewhere in the dining room, because he knew the stool left his crotch up too high for comfortable cocksucking.

Susan watched him reposition, and then turned to Katherine. "And as for you, young lady, no sneaking around my back to help him, is that clear? I'm still your mother, and you have to take my punishments seriously!"

"Yes, Mom." She had her head bowed. "So can we practice our first double blowjob, like you promised earlier?"

Susan grumbled, "Hrmph. I guess I did kind of strongly hint that. But I'm still going to assert mother's privilege right now. Give me a couple of minutes making love to my son's cock with my tongue and lips. I really, really need it! Okay?"

Katherine reluctantly nodded.

Susan crossed the room and got on her knees between her son's legs. She undid her apron and tossed it aside because she preferred cocksucking completely naked whenever possible (not counting the high heels and glasses she was wearing, of course).

Susan knelt in the space between where Alan and Katherine sat on the loveseat. She "mmmm"-ed loudly as she felt Alan's thickness slide into her gaping mouth. She loved how it was so fat and thick that she had to strain to get her lips around it.

She also loved being naked and on her knees in front of her children, with a big dick sliding in and out of her mouth. She felt delightfully sinful. The fact that she was wearing high heels was even better; it made her feel more like a porn star and less like a typical soccer mom.

As she thought about this, she was hit with an epiphany. She took the dick out of her mouth to exclaim, "I'm a porn mom!"

Alan and Katherine laughed at that while Susan resumed sucking.

Katherine said, "'Porn mom.' I like the sound of that. What do you think, Big Fence Post Brother?"

Alan was still laughing. "'Porn mom' sounds great to me. It's perfect 'cos Mom is such a mom, you know? Yet she's got the body and libido that a porn star would kill for." He patted her head. "You're my porn star mommy."

Susan absolutely loved that, especially his rare use of the word "mommy." She redoubled her cocksucking efforts. Her "mmmm" sounds grew louder as Alan reached down to play with her very sensitive nipples. Soon she moaned through a stuffed mouth as she idly wondered if Alan was right and one might die of sheer pleasure.

Katherine focused on Susan's perfect, flab-free butt, even though she could only barely see the top of it. She pleasured herself to orgasm yet again while she watched her mother suck.

Susan practically knelt between Katherine's legs in order to get to Alan's crotch, so the daughter eventually couldn't help herself but to rub her feet up against her mother's naked back and butt. Susan's mouth was too full with penis to say anything in protest.

Katherine's toes eventually worked their way to Susan's butt crack, and she began to tentatively explore the crack with her toes.

Susan tried to reach around and slap Katherine's feet away, but she mostly couldn't reach them. Of course, she could have done so easily if she simply pulled her mouth away from Alan's dick, but she couldn't muster the willpower to do that even for a few seconds. She was in love with sucking his thick erection.

Katherine finally placed a big toe right at the entrance to Susan's anus and pressed against it, but Katherine decided the toe was too big to go in and just left it idly exploring around that area, mostly running up and down Susan's ass crack.

Katherine indignantly put her hands on her hips, impatient at the lack of sharing after many minutes had passed. "Mother's privilege? What the heck is that? I'm going to assert sister's privilege!" She got down on her knees, but Susan wasn't giving her room to scoot up to Alan's crotch.

"MoooooOOOOoooom! Come on! You promised we could share!"

But Susan was so into a tricky combined licking and bobbing technique that she barely paid attention to Katherine's complaint.

However, Katherine was nothing if not persistent. "Mom, you think you're the only one who loves doing that? Do you know what kind of torture it is for me to sit here this close and watch all those thick inches of brother cock sliding past your lips? Imagine if our positions were reversed!"

Susan muttered something that sounded a bit like "Sorry," but her mouth was so stuffed full with cock that it was hard to make any sense of her mumble.

Increasingly annoyed, Katherine started to yank and twist Susan's nearest nipple. "Mom! Come ON! What does it take to get your attention?! Do I need to finger your pussy too?"

That finally worked. Susan pulled off and gasped, "Not that!"

Alan quickly covered his erection and balls with both hands. "Hold on, you two!" After some heavy breaths, he recovered some more and continued, "Share, you two! Be nice!"

Susan shifted positions, giving room for her buxom daughter to scoot in next to her. She smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Angel. Once I have Tiger's cock in my mouth, I lose all sense of reason and I can't stop for anything." She added brightly, "Let's share! It'll be fun!"

The two of them eagerly bent forward and stuck their tongues out.

But Alan still had his privates covered. "Whoa! Hold on! Are you guys nuts?! I'm so close to cumming that just the brush of a feather will push me over. Can we just... take a strategic break for a few minutes?"

"Oh, POO!" Susan huffed.

Katherine also let out a heavy sigh. "Grrr! So close, yet so far!"

Alan waved his hand through the air. "Please! I'm sorry, but... too arousing! And I need to... to brace myself for the double tongue onslaught." He was still having a hard time just breathing.

Susan's eyes lit up. Her face was all but in Alan's crotch, but she turned her head to Katherine's equally close face. "Oh yes, the double blowjob! Angel, let's talk about that. I suppose there's no denying that now Tiger has turned both of us into his sexual playthings, he's going to force us to suck him off quite a lot. I tried to deny or delay the inevitable, but who was I trying to kid?"

Katherine cut in, "Mom, you make it sound like he's selfishly forcing us. But we can't forget that he has needs. Big needs! Do you think he can cum six times a day, for years to come, with just one tongue at a time? I don't think so!"

Susan replied with firm resolve, "Angel, you are SO right! I keep thinking from my own selfish point of view, trying to balance my shame and guilt with my overwhelming desire to feel my son's big, thick cock sliding farther and farther in between my hungry lips. My feelings don't matter. Heck, even my needs don't matter. It's about TIGER's needs! And his dire medical condition. Angel, it's our responsibility... Nay! It's our DUTY! Yes, it's our duty to suck him off together whenever necessary, as a last resort."

Katherine spoke with her lips still just inches from Alan's erection. She would have started licking it already except for the fact that his hands were still covering it. "Mom, you're making me seriously hot! But what do you mean by 'last resort?' I don't like the sound of that."

Susan lips were even closer; she was practically licking his hand. "It's simple. We need some kind of ace in the hole for when he has great difficulty reaching his daily target. If we blow him together all the time, or you and Amy do, or Suzanne and I do, and so on, that'll get to become the new normal, and we'll have nowhere to go from there. So we need to save it only for big emergencies, like this one."

Katherine had been totally unaware that they were in the middle of any kind of emergency. This was typical fun-in-the-Plummer-house-before-school behavior, since things had changed. She strongly suspected that the only "emergency" was Susan's impatient desire to get her tongue and lips back on her son's turgid erection. But Katherine wisely remained mum on the matter.

Both siblings were quite disappointed to hear Susan's argument that a dual blowjob should only be saved for an ace in the hole when all else failed, but they both stayed mum on that too. They each had similar reasoning: let Susan get used to doing it, and her boundaries would probably shift before long.

Susan was so raring to go that she was practically licking Alan's hands holding his privates. She was clutching her huge, heaving boobs as she panted heavily.

But seeing that Alan still needed time to recover, Katherine said, "Mom, let's do it! But we can't go at this all willy nilly. A good double blowjob requires planning!"

"It does?" Susan turned slightly towards her daughter's face, only inches from her own.

"It does. I mean, it's not like I'm some expert, but think about it. We can't have our heads bonking together as we both fight over the right to pleasure his sweet spot. We need to work as a team!"

Susan frowned at that, but decided, "You're right. What if we take turns? I'll bob on it for a minute, and then you, and then me, and so on."

Katherine shook her head no. "Sorry. That's not going to work. I know you and your love of his cock. Once you start bobbing, not even a herd of wild animals could get you to stop."

"Hmmm. True."

To Alan's great relief, the two women turned to face each other and spent the next few minutes discussing sharing strategies and techniques. He forced himself to tune out, because just hearing them go on revealed so much passion for the act that his penis had no chance to calm down. Only by closing his eyes and tuning out the outside world did he manage to get any sort of a break at all.

CHAPTER 4

But time was limited due to the need to get to school on time. Alan opened his eyes before he was fully ready, because of that concern and also mindful that the women were chomping at the bit. He smiled benignly and said, "Okay, I'm probably as ready as I'll ever be. You have no idea how excited this sharing idea is making me, so there's no way I can really get calm. But what have you two planned?"

Neither woman spoke a word, but they just waited a few seconds until he removed his hands from his erection and balls. They leaned forward, eyes twinkling with excitement and tongues stretched out.

Within a matter of seconds, Alan found his penis and balls enveloped by a bewildering array of hands, tongues, and lips. It was all so overwhelmingly pleasurable that he very nearly came on the spot. It was only his practiced PC muscle control that saved him. Well, that and the fact that he immediately decided to reduce his sensory input by closing his eyes again. He knew that just the sight of his mother and sister slathering their way up and down his shaft would probably bring him over the edge.

Immediately, his grunts took on an urgent and even desperate tone.

Luckily, Katherine noticed, and shouted, "Mom! Mom! Take it easy! Can't you tell that he's about to blow?"

"Mmmm! Sounds yummy!" Susan purred as she contentedly licked her way around his cockhead, the tip of her tongue less than an inch from Katherine's.

Katherine growled, "Mom, we don't want him to blow in less than a minute. Remember, Akami says he not only needs to cum a lot, but they need to be powerful and prolonged!" Even as she said this, she was busy licking, which kind of undercut her message.

But luckily, Susan got the message. "Oh poo! Poop-de-doo. Okay, I'll try. But Angel, once I get started, it's so hard to slow down." Indeed, she was still licking up a storm as she spoke, and sliding her lips along the side of his shaft as well.

Katherine suggested, "Why don't you service his balls for a while then?"

Jealousy surged in Susan. She felt like saying, Ha! You're just saying that so you can monopolize his sweet spot. You don't fool me! But she caught herself, and thought instead, What am I thinking? This is my sweet little angel we're talking about here! If anything, she's being selfless and I'm being the greedy one. My cock-lust is too strong for my own good! It'll serve me right to have to make do with his balls for a while.

She switched positions and started lapping at his balls (although she did keep one hand jacking off the root of his shaft). Mmmm! Although, this is pretty yummy and fun too! I could lick and suck on his yummy balls all day! So smooth and hairless, not like other scrotums. Those are disgusting and hairy, and probably smelly too, but Tiger's are magnificent! These are balls that DEMAND to be serviced frequently! XX02

But as much fun as Susan was having, Katherine was having an even better time. There was no denying the fact that the girl was getting all the best "real estate." She thought, Finally! So many damn prohibitions and punishments, not to mention sneaking around, but for once, I get free reign! AND, I have a hand resting on Mom's head as I bob on Brother's cockhead! How cool is THAT?! This is totally gonna become a common thing before long; I can just tell. Sharing with Mom and Suzanne and Amy - heck, maybe even three or more at a time! That'll be so righteous! Mmmm!

After less than a minute, she was forced to heed her own warnings and slow down some more, because Alan's moaning took on a desperate tone again.

But the three of them soon got in a groove. It wasn't the all out tongue-lashing attack that all three desired, but they were willing to give up some intensity in return for a much longer duration. Susan even calmed down enough for Katherine to permit her to share the top of Alan's boner some more.

The two of them were now in a condition to actually implement their earlier strategizing. They didn't strictly take exclusive sides of his erection, but they did spend most of their efforts on the side they were closest to. However, they still retained the freedom to go "explore" the other side from time to time.

In order to pace themselves, both women talked a lot. With all the talking, they had to frequently pause in their licking, and sometimes they got so demonstrative they were forced to stop licking altogether for a while.

But that hardly helped Alan from going overboard, because the things they said were so arousing. Katherine started it out once she was sharing Alan's cockhead with Susan by saying, "Mom, this is soooo much fun. I just looooove licking Brother's cock!"

"Mmmm!" Susan replied, more or less (it was hard to tell, since she was making her usual "mmmm" noises of total satisfaction nearly constantly, but this one was extra loud and pointed).

Katherine continued, "No, Mom, you don't get it. I really, really, REALLY love it. So much that it scares me sometimes. And sharing with you is even BETTER!"

Susan agreed so strongly that she pulled her lips and tongue all the way off for a moment to exclaim, "That is SO spot on! I completely agree! Angel, cocksucking Tiger is like... heaven! Heaven on Earth! Just hearing him moan in total arousal... Mmmm! It makes me so happy!" She resumed licking over his sweet spot as she continued, "It makes my nipples all tingly and my pussy so wet! But there are so many intangibles too! The taste! The smell! The heat! The throbbing! The steady stream of cum and pre-cum! Oh, and feeling him dominate me as he towers over me with his huge phallic manhood!"

That inspired Susan so much that she couldn't help but start bobbing all the way down to his sweet spot and then some.

Katherine could tell that once her mother got going with that, she wasn't going to stop until he came. So she quickly asked, "And the sharing? Don't you like the sharing too?"

Susan was forced to pull off to answer. "Oh yes! Thanks for the reminder. The sharing is great too! Just look at his face. Look at how valiantly he's trying not to cum. Listen to his urgent moans! See the sweat pouring down his forehead. Look at him sitting up there, and the two of us, naked and on our knees between his legs. With you here next to me, I feel even MORE dominated by my powerful and MANLY son! Mmmm! And that gets me SO HOT!"

Knowing what was coming next, Katherine acted quickly and engulfed Alan's cockhead just before Susan could.

Susan was a bit miffed at first, but she happily licked at everything that was left while continuing to rave about how much fun she was having. "He's putting BOTH of us in our place at the same time! It's like he's saying, 'Mother, daughter, aunt, or whatever, it doesn't matter to me. You're all just here to SERVE my COCK! Worship it! Adore it! Love it with your tongues!'"

She would have said much more in this vein, but once again she got herself so worked up that couldn't contain herself. And since the top third of Alan's boner was occupied at the moment, she popped one of his balls in her mouth and sucked on that.

It may have felt like an eternity of endless pleasure to Alan, but in reality it had only been a little more than five minutes since the two women had gotten in their dual blowjob groove. Katherine tried to calm things down some more, trying to make the joy last a little longer. She stopped her bobbing and went back to sharing the sweet spot with Susan's tongue while the two women continued to wax about their feelings on blowjobs and sharing.

But it was a losing battle all around. Everyone was simply too aroused, and even when mother and daughter were doing their best to be mellow and restrained, their hand, tongue, and lip work was simply too talented and good.

Alan was beyond speaking coherently, but he tried his best to indicate his desperately close situation through his frantic panting and moaning.

Both women knew all his cues, but they were too far gone to have any restraint. In fact, Susan resumed her bobbing and Katherine made no attempt to stop her this time. Instead, she'd been the one licking on his sweet spot, and she refused to give up that position, forcing Susan to just slide her lips and tongue all over Alan's cockhead, but no further down.

And after hearing one particularly impassioned grunt from her brother, Katherine ran her index inger through her wet pussy lips, making sure they were totally soaked. Then she reached underneath him and unexpectedly jammed the finger up his anus.

The resulting cry from him was so loud that it seemed like it could be heard from miles around. Needless to say, he started to climax at the same time.

Susan and Katherine had been fingering their pussies off and on, but holding out from their own climaxes. However, once he let go, they did too. The result was like a scream contest, although Susan's cries were muffled by the fat boner still sliding in her mouth.

Susan took advantage of Katherine's distracted screaming to slide further down Alan's pole and really go to town on his sweet spot. She didn't have to worry about making him cum too soon anymore, and went all out to help make his orgasm as intense and mind-blowing as it could possibly be.

She drank his jizz up eagerly. Her own climax combined with the joyous sensation of the pulsing and squirting erection filling her mouth almost made her black out for a moment. The rockets that exploded in her head seemed to go off at the beat of Alan's squirts while he fired deep into her mouth.

For a while now, Alan had been doing little more than reacting and enduring, and of course enjoying. His hands had usually been clenched in fists or hanging onto the sofa for dear life. But halfway through his climax, he suddenly reached out and twisted both of Susan's nipples at once. It just seemed like the thing to do at the time.

Susan's nipples were in such an ultra-sensitive state that she feared she would bite down on his erection. So she pulled back until his dick was free and then she let out an impassioned roar that would have impressed the fiercest lion.

That meant his cum was shooting onto her face instead of in her mouth. This turned out to be fortuitous, since she was in a mood to get her face painted too. But she didn't want to be greedy, so after a couple of ropes she redirected the rest to Katherine's face. XX03

When it was all over, Susan was left with a deep sense of satisfaction. She felt that she had once again saved her son from the evils of sperm build up and blue balls, and in her mind, nothing was more important than that.

Katherine and Alan were just as satisfied. Katherine was delighted that Susan hadn't forgotten her, and left her with at least something of a pearly facial.

Alan simply felt he was lucky to be alive. After a couple of minutes, when he'd recovered enough to say something, he panted, "Fuck! You two fucking KILLED me!"

Susan was still on her knees next to Katherine. She was busy licking his flaccid penis clean, but she paused to ask, "I take it that's a good thing?" She giggled.

"I don't know," Alan answered, a bit over-dramatically. "I mean, how can I go on after that? Oh FUCK! I have to go to school! No way! There's no fuckin' way! Not unless I can go in a wheelchair. Christ!" He swiped a hand across his forehead, soaking it with sweat.

Susan brushed her hair out of her face and said, "Don't worry; I left plenty of time for playtime. Hmmm, it looks like you've built up quite a sweat, although I can't see why since you just sat there like a lord while Angel and I did all the work."

He said, "I know it's weird that I'm the sweatiest one now, but it's just so damn intense!"

She went back to licking his flaccidness. "I'm glad to hear that. Angel, do you think Akami will figure that counted as a good, long orgasm for him?"

Katherine giggled. "Mom, I think that was a grand slam home run!" She giggled some more. Lacking anything better to do as she knelt there, she got to work on "cleaning" his balls.

Susan said, "I don't know how baseball works, but I know that's really good. And that makes me so happy! Anyway, Son, you should have time for a shower to get clean again, but you should get started right away."

"UGH!" It seemed like a great ordeal, but after the two women finished their "cleaning," he managed to stand up on his own. He really did feel utterly wiped out.

Seeing him more stagger than walk, Susan turned to Katherine and said, "Angel, please help him get upstairs and get washed up. But no funny business, okay? We really are in a hurry now."

"No problemo," Katherine replied. "Besides, I think another climax right now would probably kill him, and I'm not even joking. Look at him. He can barely stand up!" She got up and rushed to help him.

Alan slowly revived during the shower, although he continued to feel a deep sense of exhaustion. He knew it wasn't from any overexertion or lack of sleep, but simply that going through such an intense climax took a lot out of a person. The French call an orgasm "petite mort," meaning "little death," and with good reason.

When the shower was over, Susan drove her kids to school to save time. Alan sat in the back, closed his eyes, and tuned out, still trying to recover from earlier.

Seeing it was effectively just the two of them, Susan said to Katherine as she drove, "By the way, please, watch where your feet go. You may not have noticed it, but you were, um, kicking me earlier."

"Sorry, Mom, I didn't see you there," Katherine replied. She knew that her foot caresses were far from kicking and no way was the contact accidental, but she knew better than to point that out.

"That's okay," Susan said. "But you're not allowed to get excited looking at me, okay? Are you going to force me to be your sexual plaything as well? That would be very wrong. If we kiss each other or put on sexy little shows, it's just meant to help Tiger's problem."

Had Katherine been better able to read Susan's sexual language, she would have realized that Susan was practically screaming: dominate me! But that was just too mind-blowing for Katherine to contemplate. She merely asked, "But Mom, can't I just appreciate another woman's beauty? Most women love to be complimented."

"Yeah, and most daughters say things to their mothers like 'nice hairdo' instead of sticking their toes in their mommy's butts. I don't know why I spoil you two. It's always give an inch and take a mile around here."

Katherine finally agreed not to get horny looking at her mother, but with the display Susan put on each morning, that was like dropping a rock and asking gravity not to make it fall. Eager to change the conversation, she said, "By the way, thanks so much for aiming some of his cum at my face at the end there. I really appreciate it."

"Sure thing, my love," Susan said happily. "I know you'd do the same for me. Maybe not every time, since his orgasms are just so exciting and distracting, but most of the time. We sure were a sight, weren't we?" She giggled happily.

"We sure were!" Katherine found the conversation bizarre, to say the least. It was one thing to talk about such things while naked and horny, but everyone was fully dressed and about as "normal" as anyone got in the Plummer family anymore. Susan looked like the epitome of the perfect soccer mom driving their family minivan.

But Katherine didn't see any harm in conversations like this. In fact, it helped solidify the new sexual aspects to their relationships. So she said, "He cums so much! Even though half his load went straight into your mouth, there was still plenty left over."

Susan beamed with happiness. "Yes, he certainly is a very, very virile and potent young man! The only comparison I have is with Ron, but that's like comparing a trickle to a flood. He makes me so proud!"

Katherine just shook her head in amazement at how her formerly prudish mother had transformed. But the interesting thing was that Susan somehow retained her innocent and matronly qualities, even while showing an unabashed passion for her son's penis.

Alan had to be roused when they arrived at school. He thought, Man! That was some kind of super orgasm. And a fuckin' double blowjob with Mom and Sis! But still, I suppose it doesn't count any more than any other orgasm in terms of reaching my daily target. And given my general sexual exhaustion, it'll be pretty tough to get to eight orgasms a day again. I should aim for six or seven instead. That is, if I can make it through school without collapsing from total sexual exhaustion! Phew!

CHAPTER 5

Suzanne didn't immediately come over to the Plummer house after Alan and Katherine left for school, as she normally did.

She was still puzzled over what to do after the events of the night before involving Amy. She sat back in a chair in her home office and thought, My grand scheme is still going forward, but it's slipping out of my control. How to get it back on track?

There is one idea. It would be a bit of a nuclear bomb. I don't know if I have the duplicity to use it. The problem? Susan and Angel have the incest taboo going for them, making sex between Sweetie and them that much hotter, and making them possibly more important to him than I am.

The solution? I have to become family too. True, I'm family in all but name, but that official labeling can make a huge mental difference. Neither Susan nor her children have the slightest clue about his genetic parents, except for some kind of vague guess that he comes from a Mediterranean ethnic background, due to his naturally dark skin and general appearance. If they only knew the truth!

I can't tell them the truth since I made that vow, and besides, it hardly would help me here. But I could drop a bombshell and claim that I am his real birth mother. Wow. Suddenly, I'd be more of his mother than Susan is.

Sweetie was born about the same time Brad was, right before I met Susan. What if I said that I actually had twins, but Eric and I only wanted one, so I put up the second for adoption? And I would have wanted him close and treated him like my own son, so I made a secret arrangement with the adoption agency to put him in her hands. Okay, there would be some holes in that story, but the whole Plummer family is so nice and trusts me so much that they'd certainly fall for it. Right?

The only problem is that it would be a complete lie. Well, an exaggeration at least, since I did make a secret arrangement for their adoptions, so in a way I feel like their mother. But it's so dastardly. Not to mention, the truth about who their real parents are is shocking enough, and I don't think they'd appreciate my lie, if they ever found out. Am I so desperate and conniving to actually use that story?

No. The answer is no. The problem is, it's not a harmless lie, like most of my lies in my schemes. It would hurt Susan very much. She has just about convinced herself that her adopted children are really her own flesh and blood. It would be devastating for her. I would be torn apart by guilt and unable to enjoy my victory. I can't do it.

I have to find another way to be number one in his heart and in his shorts. But how? I could find a lot of cruel ways to push Angel or Susan down and thus rise above them, but they're just about my favorite people in the whole world. I couldn't hurt them.

No, I have to make Sweetie love me more, without him loving them any less. It's great if we all love each other more and more; it's just that I have to be number one in his heart. I have to! I know it's an immature feeling, but that's love for you. I want to possess him. Being his favorite would mean more to me than anything has in my life before. But how? How? HOW?! I'm already doing everything I can! How much more sultry and loving can I be? Jesus Christ, people say my body is unreal and my sex appeal is off the charts, but I've got some serious competition here. It's so damn frustrating!

She put a hand on her chin as she tried a different approach. The other way to become family is to become his wife. That's been my secret fantasy for over a year now. To be his wife: Mrs. Alan Plummer. Mmmm. Sounds nice! She smiled wistfully.

But it's so pie in the sky. I rarely allow myself to think about it. He wasn't even considering me when he chose an official girlfriend yesterday. That really hurt, but it's no wonder since I'm twice his age. And of course there's the very unpleasant fact that I'm married already. I could change that with a quick divorce, but then I wouldn't live next door, I would cause trauma to Amy and Brad just as they're finishing high school, I might have to get a job... Lots of problems. But it's a moot point, because Sweetie would never consider marrying me in the first place.

Furthermore, SHOULD he even marry me? I should think about what's best for him and not just what works for me and what my pussy wants. Why saddle him with an old broad when he's just starting out in life?

Oh no! What if he actually marries AMY?! He doesn't love her as much as he does his sister or mother, but that could change with time. I hadn't even thought about that possibility last night when I was dumbly agreeing to the official girlfriend idea. I'm just not sharp lately. Too much time fantasizing about getting fucked and not enough time strategizing.

Woe is me! I never thought I would use that phrase in all seriousness, but that's how I feel. Woe is me. Think of something, Suzanne! You always think of something and get out of every pickle, so think of something and get out of this one!

Suzanne brooded for over an hour, but she still could see no solution to her problems. She decided to go over to Susan's house and do their usual morning exercising and retelling of the previous day's events. Between their new kissing and nude sunbathing habits, not to mention just how arousing the previous day was, she knew she'd be in for an arousing time. She figured after a couple hours of that she could be alone and focus on her problem some more.

The hour plus that Suzanne spent alone in deep thought gave Susan a rare opportunity to also be alone and think for herself.

In the past week or two, Suzanne had kept a close eye on Susan and made doubly sure that her best friend stayed in at least some kind of erotic mood nearly every single hour of the day. Suzanne took care of most of Susan's mundane chores like shopping so Susan would hardly ever have to leave the house. When Susan did leave the house for long periods of time, it usually was a big setback for her mental state, so Suzanne always tried to prevent that.

But now Susan had a long chance to think, and the more she thought, the unhappier she became. While she cleaned up everyone's cum from the kitchen floor, and then still more from the dining room floor, she had a dramatic change of heart. She had a flashback to when her children were small and some food would always fall to the floor. Now, instead of peas and spilled milk, it was crusted cum hosed all over her face and the floor by her precious little boy. The reality of how things had changed hit her like a ton of bricks, and it frightened her.

Suzanne walked in the door of the Plummer house thrilled to see another day. As she took off her shirt and put it in the underwear cabinet, she thought, We're going to have LOTS of fun even before Sweetie gets home. What'll I do with Susan first? Just how far will we go in lesbian loving this time? One big fat kiss on the lips, coming up!

But then she walked further into the house and saw Susan. Her best friend looked like she was in mourning, fully clothed in black. On closer inspection, it was more like how a high priced call girl might dress for a funeral - the shiny, black number was cut to show a deep valley of cleavage.

Suzanne thought with amusement that this was now Susan's outer limit of what she'd wear; it was ridiculously conservative by her new standards, but she never would have been caught dead in it in her old life.

As Suzanne drew near, Susan flinched a bit, and requested, "Please don't kiss me. Please. Today's not a good day."

"What's the problem?" Suzanne asked. She privately thought, Uh-oh. Here comes trouble. Another bump in the road.

Passionate words poured out of Susan. "I don't know why all of a sudden now, but I'm filled with doubt and regret about how things are going with Tiger. I feel things are spiraling out of control. I mean, things started out because of his medical condition, and I just wanted to help him out. But I'm too weak! I've let it all go too far, and not just with him, but with you, and Angel, and Amy too. This has gone way beyond his medical problem and having to keep his cum-filled balls properly drained. I've been in such a sexual fog that I can barely even remember what his medical problem was in the first place. I don't need any excuse; I love cocksucking so much that I can never get enough! I have to stop this while I still have some willpower left."

She sighed. "You know what happened last night. I was so docile and just let Tiger do anything to anybody, including me. The way he forced me to do that striptease, and then suck him off together with Amy... It was humiliating!"

Suzanne cut in. "Oh, come on. He didn't force you. You loved it, and you know it."

Susan thought, and then conceded the point. "I know. But that's the problem. I love it too much! You should have seen how I was acting this morning. I woke up thinking that I would act more responsibly, but that lasted all of about five seconds. As soon as he walked into the kitchen and put his hands on my butt, I was a goner. Within minutes I was all but begging to get fucked. Somehow, he talked Angel and I to suck him off at the same time, if you can believe that!"

Suzanne tried to look scandalized, but she thought, YES! Brilliant!

Susan continued despondently, "It was like an orgy instead of a breakfast. I mean, really! Sometimes I wonder why he doesn't just up and fuck me, because I put up no resistance whatsoever. Before too long, everybody here is going to end up having sex with everybody else!"

Suzanne stood there, topless, at a total mental loss. She had been in the process of changing, as she always did immediately upon entering the Plummer household. Now her nakedness was quite awkward.

She thought to herself, And an orgy would be considered a bad thing?! That's my whole plan!

She was still getting used to the fact that she wouldn't get to play with Susan's body, and had trouble relating to Susan's new mood. She asked, "And you have a problem with that?"

"Of course I have a problem with that! Suzanne, you have to back me up here! I mean ... it's not that I'm not enjoying things. The problem is, I can't maintain any boundaries, and all I can think about is sex, sex, sex. I even like it when people force me to do things. I've got Tiger's hunky body or his firm erection on my mind all the time. I think I'm going mad!"

She continued, "Just this morning, I mildly scolded him for fingerfucking Angel in front of me. That's not what normal families do! Especially because my main problem with his action was that he was doing it to her and not to me. I don't consider myself the jealous type, normally, and sometimes I enjoy hearing about his other sexual conquests. But I'm slowly changing. I want him to be with nobody but me, all day long."

She dropped her head in total defeat. "To be more specific, I want to spend the entire day with my face in his crotch, sucking and stroking and titfucking his gorgeous cock! And that's not normal. It's not right! I've lost all perspective."

Suzanne asked, "Does this have anything to do with Amy being made his official girlfriend?"

Susan replied with a near whisper. "No."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"No, really." But the guilt and unhappiness on her face was obvious.

"Cooooome on..."

"Darn it, you know me too well! Okay, I admit it: I've been burning with jealousy since he made Amy his official girlfriend, mainly because I'm hopping mad it was her instead of me! Is that sick, or what?! I know that would be impossible for lots of reasons, but sometimes my feelings overwhelm any rationality. It pains me terribly when he has to go to school for seven long hours. They're so horribly long! If I didn't have you to keep me company during the day, I couldn't bear it."

She sighed. "Obviously I can't keep going on like this. But I'm not blaming anybody but myself. I haven't provided the leadership and discipline my children need. I just keep giving in to my urges, over and over. Suzanne, you're my best friend. You have to help me!"

Suzanne honestly confessed, "If it makes you feel any better, I fantasize about being his official girlfriend too. Though, you know, I'm obviously too old for that."

"You do? That does make me feel better. But I'm his mother!" She thought to herself some more, then continued, "I mean, my problem is that I'm mentally split in two. There's a part of me that really, really, REALLY wants Tiger to fuck me, and I even want to do, do..." She whispered quietly, "Do things to women too!"

She continued in a normal voice before Suzanne could respond to that. "That's how depraved I am. The things I've been thinking about doing to you... You don't even want to know. I can't say! But there's another part that finds it all morally reprehensible and spiritually wrong. I realize now that I've been clueless lately, not thinking things through and in fact not really thinking at all. That's because my mind is at war with itself. So I've just been turning my mind off rather than open up this can of worms."

"So-" Suzanne started to say.

But Susan was on a roll. "Now, Suzanne, bear in mind that I don't want to go back to how things were before this all started. No way! I was so unhappy then and I didn't even know it. If I don't get to suck Tiger's cock every day, I think I'll just die. I can't go on without loving him, physically. Deeply. In every way. But I really can't go on like this either. I'm too obsessed!"

She sighed again. "I have to strike a balance somehow, and have some level of daily sexual interaction while having a life free of sex some hours of the day. But the boundaries aren't working. It's not his fault. He's been heroic in his restraint, I know. He's such a wonderful, loving, cum-filled boy. I feel like it's all MY fault. I think I always let things slide because secretly I just want to get fucked. I need my son to nail me good and hard! Gaaawwdd, that would be GREAT! But I can't allow it. I shouldn't. Should I? I'm so torn! And what would I do without him?! What if he were to move away? My life would be destroyed. But he needs to live his own life and not have me hanging around his neck. Oh Suzanne! This is just killing me."

Suzanne's heart went out to Susan's plight. She thought, I had no idea that Susan was so conflicted deep inside. That's probably because she's riding an erotic buzz most of the day and suppresses it all.

She's a pretty smart woman normally, in her own way. But these past weeks, most of the time she's so sexed up she has the intellect of a potted plant. But it looks like her childhood strictures against incest still haunt her, and it all comes out whenever the action stops.

There's really only one solution. She has to get over the hump by humping, so to speak. She has to get used to fucking her son, and over time all her doubts will ebb away.

Susan sighed deeply yet again. "I think I need professional help. I have to see a psychologist, immediately, before things get even crazier!"

"Hmm. A psychologist, you say?" Suzanne spoke while her mind frantically schemed. How am I going to spin THAT? With no outsiders interfering, my plan to turn the Plummer house into a giant, non-stop orgy party has been slowly but surely succeeding. But if she talks to someone like a real psychologist, fuck knows what'll happen from that.

Wait - I know what'll happen. The psychologist won't buy Sweetie's medical condition story, because let's face it, it can sound absurd if you don't want to believe it in the first place. They'll ask a few other doctors about it, and the entire thing will unravel. Dr. Fredrickson and Nurse Akami may do prison time, for starters. No way can I let that happen. I have to convince her not to see anybody. That's the-

As if Susan had read Suzanne's last thought, she said, "Don't try to make me change my mind. I've got my mind made up. I know what you're going to say: that no outsider should learn of Tiger's medical problem. Who knows if even a trained professional will tell, and so on? And it's true I don't know a good doctor that can be trusted. But I think the situation demands taking the risk."

Suzanne failed to directly answer that. To stall for time, she diverted the subject, and said, "By the way, I feel frightfully underdressed. How embarrassing." She went to the underwear cabinet to retrieve her shirt, but she still remained in view of Susan. XX04

Susan watched her move about with great interest. "Oh. Sorry about that. Actually, it's fine if you leave it off, but if you put it back on that could help me think. This is one of my problems: my arousal when I see... when I see..."

Susan didn't want to bring up her recent lesbian urges with Suzanne, since Suzanne was the main focus of those urges. So instead she covered up her verbal stumble. "It's not like we suddenly can't go nude. After all, the task of helping Tiger with his six times target never ends. We have to develop the properly slutty attitude twenty-four hours a day if we're going to be the best cocksuckers and penis pleasers we can possibly be."

Susan caught herself after saying that. She said bemoaningly, "See? That's not normal. But that's how I think these days. All I can think of is that big fat cock drooling cum, sitting in my mouth, sliding in and out, in and out, in and out... That delicious cum splattering on the back of my throat... And when he's gone to school, it's pure torture!"

Suzanne replied, "I agree with your attitude on nudity. But I think I'll just put my top back on, if you don't mind."

Dressing allowed Suzanne to stall for more time while she thought of new ideas. I don't think this would be the appropriate moment to take the egg vibrator out of my pussy, too. But it's so hard to think with it in there! Damn. Focus, Suzanne!

Okay, how about this. If she doesn't know a good doctor, what if I get a fake doctor to tell her lies? It worked so well once before to get this whole ball rolling. Akami really grew into her role. But whom can I pick for this? I don't know any psychologists at all, so I can't get one to lie like I did with Dr. Fredrickson. What if I get someone to impersonate one?

Wait! I know the perfect person: my old college pal Xania. Oh my gosh! That could work in so many different ways.

"Susan," Suzanne finally said once she'd slipped her shirt back over her shoulders, "as you can tell, I'm pondering this situation deeply. I think you have a good point about seeing a psychologist. Personally, I think pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of, and these last few weeks have been the best and most pleasurable of my life."

"Me too," Susan agreed. "By such a huge amount that it's not even funny."

Suzanne nodded, and went on, "But we don't know the long-term psychological effects, for you, or for your children. I didn't realize you've been so conflicted inside, or that you get that obsessed."

Susan explained, "That's because I've been turning my brain off, more or less, so I could just be in denial about everything and enjoy the moment. And God, do I enjoy the moment! But the slippery slope! Where is this leading? I can't control it at all."

Suzanne continued, "You should see someone about this. True, it's a risk. If this gets out, you could destroy everyone's lives, for sure. I know you said that Sweetie still needs his help, but do you personally really want to stop altogether? Do you really want to give up your daily dose of your son's sweet cum?"

"Of course not. No way! I was thinking maybe I wouldn't be fully honest with the psychologist..."

"So you need someone who has some sympathy to his medical needs, and your vital role in helping him out."

"Yes, if there's anyone out there sympathetic. Do you think there is? We have to keep helping him with his medical treatment, no matter what. He can't do it alone. When I think of all that nasty sperm building up in his balls... Why, it makes me anxious just to think about it!"

Suzanne pointed out, "Not many professionals are going to have any sympathy for this whole situation, even though it's all very medically justified. But I think I have the solution. I have a friend who's a psychologist. She's someone we can trust. She's also very open-minded and has a healthy attitude towards sexual things. It would be an almost perfect fit. I just hope she's around. She and I were close in college, until just before I met you, but I haven't spoken to her in a couple years."

"Oh, Suzanne, that's great!" Susan had been keeping her physical distance from Suzanne this morning, afraid they might end up kissing or more, but now she excitedly walked up to her and gave her a big hug. "Who is she? Tell me more!"

Suzanne smiled as she hugged her best friend back. "Well, I don't want to get your hopes up and then have them crash. For one thing, she doesn't even live in this county. She lives up in Los Angeles, last I heard. But she could be in Timbuktu for all I know, now. Let me go back home, make some calls, and try to track her down. But I'd trust her with my life. No worries about the security aspect, if she can do it."

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne left not long after, so she could track down her old friend.

As Suzanne walked back to her house, she thought, Too true! I haven't spoken to Xania in years. What has it been, five years? Maybe more, even. But things have been difficult between us for a lot longer than that. Still, time heals all wounds. I think she'd definitely be into helping because I know she loves a challenge, just so as long as she hasn't died or turned into a Jesus freak or something. No way would "The Tongue" get all prudish on me. She's so wild that she makes ME look tame. Or at least she was. I hope she'll let bygones be bygones. Xania, please be home!

Suzanne called Xania "The Tongue" because Xania had a nearly inhumanly long tongue and that was her nickname in certain circles back when Suzanne and Xania were college roommates. Suzanne was always a bit jealous of Xania's tongue and her nickname, since Suzanne's tongue was almost as long, yet it was constantly overlooked in favor of Xania's.

The "bygones be bygones" was a reference to an incident where Suzanne stole Xania's serious boyfriend away from her. Their friendship fell apart after that, and although they did eventually make up, things between them were never the same.

Suzanne rushed into her house and found her phone book. She tracked down Xania's number and dialed it.

"Xania? ... You're home! Great! It's me, Suzanne. ... Uh huh. Look, I need to know urgently: no big changes in your life lately - married, kids, new job, something like that? ... No, same old you, living life to the fullest, having fun? Great! ... Are you still knocking the socks off of the hunks around town? ... You are? But of course you are, heh-heh-heh. .... This may sound weird, but I have a huuuuge favor to ask..."

Suzanne briefly and vaguely outlined the situation with Susan and the need for her friend Xania to play the role of a psychologist for a day.

Xania proved to be game, especially when she was told that there would be some excellent sex involved.

To sweeten the pot, Suzanne promised Xania plenty of money to cover her time and hassle.

Xania lived for the party life. She was in her late thirties like Suzanne, but she remained unmarried. She was addicted to L.A.'s swinging club scene. Over the years, she'd experienced plenty of boyfriends, orgies, drugs, rock n' roll, and every type of hedonistic fun she could find. But she still looked great and kept going strong. In fact, she had a very similar tall and buxom physique to Suzanne and Susan.

Suzanne truly did trust Xania because she knew her friend lived just for the moment. Something like blackmailing Suzanne to keep quiet went deep against her nature.

The one problem Suzanne had was that she couldn't really imagine Xania as a doctor. Given Xania's past jobs as such things as an actress in nearly pornographic movies, the best Suzanne could do was conjure up the ridiculous image of Xania nearly naked and carrying some books. But luckily, Xania really was an experienced actress in Hollywood (although mostly only minor roles in soft-core porn movies) so Suzanne knew that she could at least play a role convincingly.

After Suzanne got the initial thumbs up from Xania and outlined a brief plan to her, she hung up and called Susan.

"Hi, Susan? Guess what? Xania is still around, and still a psychologist! That's the name of the friend I was talking about. ... Not only that, but I briefly outlined your problem and your urgent need, and she has agreed to make room to see you the day after tomorrow! Isn't that great? ... Of course, you'll have to drive up to Los Angeles, but her office is only about an hour and a half away from here, so that's not too bad. She also wants to see Alan and Katherine to see the problem from all angles. ... Uh huh, on the same day. They'll obviously have to miss school. Figure on at least half a day, with the driving. ... Just have them call in sick. After all, this is important and urgent."

After she talked to Susan some more, Suzanne called Xania back and they made their plans.

Xania really did live in L.A., an adversity that Suzanne turned into an advantage. If the "doctor" was in the same town, Susan might want to have weekly appointments, and that would never work since Xania didn't know psychiatry from a hole in the ground.

Suzanne drove to L.A. that same day to discuss the situation for hours with Xania so she'd be very thoroughly coached on what to say. While she was there, she also made considerable arrangements so Xania could hold her meeting in what would hopefully pass as a real psychologist's office.

Suzanne wasn't happy that Susan had her idea to see a psychologist, but she looked on the positive side. If I can pull this off, I can use this to drive Susan and the others even deeper into sexual abandon. Get the doctor to say everything is okay as is, and she'll no longer to have any excuse to hold back anymore. This could actually get rid of what remains of her moral qualms and heal the mental split that's been troubling her. True, we'll all benefit, but really it's for her own good. God, I'm brilliant sometimes!

CHAPTER 7

Alan hoped that his day at school would be very "Glory-ious," as he liked to put it.

By the time luch came around, he was feeling fully recovered from his morning exhaustion. He spent most of lunch with Glory to make up for the fact that he couldn't get it up for her the day before. As they were doing pretty much every day when Alan had enough time, they had fun with role-playing.

They played a fantasy where Alan was a vampire. It started accidentally, with some simple making out. Alan had been kissing his way up Glory's neck when he got the idea to give her a few playful bites there.

Glory commented, "Be careful. Are you a vampire or something?"

He replied theatrically, "Actually, yes! And now that I have you in my grasp, you can't escape!"

Glory didn't seem too impressed. "Okay, Mr. Dracula, where are your fangs?"

He answered, "Well, truth be told, I'm of a special subspecies. Ve are pussy vampires. Ve live on pussy juice." He nibbled a bit on her long and shapely neck. He spoke in a bad accent, modeling his voice on the character The Count from Sesame Street.

Glory laughed. Pretending fear, she cried, "Oh dear! Whatever will I do?!" She pushed him away and tried to run away.

However, she didn't try that hard. She began running in circles around the students' desks.

Alan tried to chase her. Sometimes he managed to catch up and grab her, but she'd free herself. Sometimes she'd get far ahead of him, but when that happened she'd slow down to allow him to catch up.

At one point, he grabbed her blouse and "accidentally on purpose" tore it open (he knew she kept spare clothes in her closet). After another circle around the room, he got his hand on her bra, but she had to help unclasp it so he could "tear it off." XX05

Then he grabbed her on the shoulders and said, "NOW I've got you! Vonce you are in the grasp of a vampire, there ist no escape!"

Glory laughed. "You said that already, but I escaped, didn't I?"

"True. However, now I use my special powers. Fool! You haf looked into the eyes of a vampire. I haf you mesmerized!"

Glory laughed. "You're really hamming it up, aren't you?" Then she got back into her role and said, "Wait! That sounds scary, but I don't feel mesmerized."

He said sheepishly, "Hmm. It doesn't alvays verk. I'm afraid I didn't quite pass all my classes back in vampire school." But then, with dramatic flourish, he added confidently, "But never you mind! Ve go to plan B! Maybe dis vill mesmerize you!" He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his rampant erection. It stood out proudly through his fly.

Glory smiled. "Now we're talking! It's true. Looking at that, I do feel a bit... transfixed." She looked down with at it with wide and eager eyes. "I suppose getting drained by a vampire wouldn't be so bad. Just so long as I can do a little draining of my own. Did I mention that I'm a vampire too? Except that my subspecies subsists on semen."

Alan laughed. "You are not!" He sucked on her nipples and played with her breasts for a few minutes. Then he had her bend over the table and pulled down her pants and undies.

In his bad Transylvanian accent, he said, "I vant to suck your cunt! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" Then he got down to the business of pussy licking Glory from the behind. He said, "You vill rue the day you bent over your desk for the undead, you naughty teacher, you. I vill suck you dry!"

In fact, he steered the fantasy in this direction because he wanted to practice his pussy licking. He tried to "suck her dry" for over ten minutes. He complained that as soon as he made any progress, she'd expel even more cum from her pussy lips.

Slowly the fantasy dissolved and they reverted to their natural roles of teacher and student.

Glory continued her lessons about the finer points of going down on a woman.

He still wasn't good at it and would have much preferred doing most anything else with Glory's body, but he pushed himself. He figured it was the least he could do after how she'd deep throated him.

She assured him that he would slowly get better and more comfortable with it, and she was right.

By the end of their time together, he began to enjoy it. He found it was a lot of fun to do something arousing with his tongue and hear her moans of great pleasure in response.

But he preferred to lie on top of Glory right on the table she used to teach his class. With both of them completely naked by now, he fell back into the vampire role and really got to know her neck during the times they didn't lock lips. He gave her enough hickies and small bites to last a long time.

She was happy to have her boobs mash into his strong chest, but she wasn't so comfortable with the fact that his penis was only inches from her pussy lips. So she clamped the penis between her thighs and kept it there to make sure "it didn't get into any mischief," as she put it.

Since she was so athletic from her love of surfing and other sports, her thighs were quite muscular. She squeezed his erection with her impressive thigh muscles, which kept it hard and happy.

The grand finale was one of Glory's extraordinary blowjobs. She took him deeper and deeper until it became a deep throating. Again her tongue, mouth, lips, and hands all worked to drive him over the edge.

Nothing made him feel so good. He suspected that even if he could fuck her, the deep throat would probably feel better. But he still wanted badly to fuck her, just the same.

Yet, for all this activity, they only spent about twenty minutes together. Alan had been talked into another cheerleader painting job, this time for Janice. So everything he and Glory did felt a bit rushed. At least half of the time was spent on pussy licking, and she only deep throated him for a minute or two (had it gone on much longer, he would have had to cum).

Aside from the usual lack of time, their biggest problem was that they had no bed to lie in. Even though they still weren't fucking, they usually wanted to get more intimate than just mutual masturbation on uncomfortable desks and chairs.

Glory had taken to keeping sheets and pillows in the closet behind her desk, and she would lay them out so they wouldn't have to roll around on the cold and dirty tiles. But she could hardly go any further and bring in a mattress into her classroom. Even the sheets had their own dangers. Despite their best efforts to keep things clean, on a day where Alan stayed for a while, the sheet would get covered with sweat and cum. Then Glory would have to smuggle it out in her bag and replace it with a new one. They longed for a better and safer place to play.

Their problem was compounded by the fact that they both loved role-playing so much. Just before he left, Glory asked him, "So what are we going to play tomorrow?"

"Hmm. So many excellent choices. You want to get really wild? Okay. I want to be Father Alan, a Catholic priest. And I want you to be Sister Glory. Or Gloria. That's better; it sounds more religious."

"Young man, you are one twisted fuck. I love it! Okay! But how? If we do that, we'd have to take it to a whole other level. We need costumes to really make it work. And that's just one fantasy. We're gonna need a lot of costumes."

"It was just an idea. I can pick something simpler."

"No. I'm into it. Except that I call dibs on me being Princess Leia and you being Han Solo the day after that."

"Okay. Cool. You don't want me to be Luke Skywalker?"

"No. I like my guys to be a little more rugged and complicated. Plus she's Luke's sister. Gross!"

"Oh. Right. Forgot." He blushed and hoped his reaction wouldn't somehow give away what he was doing with his own sister.

She appeared not to notice anything unusual, and continued, "Anyhow, so we've got the lack of bed problem. The smuggling in and out of sheets. The pillow in the closet. Getting rid of the cum smell. Looking all hot and bothered at the start of fifth period class. And to top it all off, now I've got to smuggle in and out a nun's habit and a priest's outfit. What if I get caught? That'll be a little bit awkward, to say the least. A teacher bringing sheets and costumes into the classroom? How to explain that? Plus, all these props are gonna cost money."

Alan suggested, "I'll go halfsies with you on the props. I don't get a whole lot of spending money or I'd be more gallantly generous. But you'd pretty much have to buy them because I always have to ask before using the car. ... If it's too much trouble, we don't have to do this. I love being with you just the same, props or no props."

"No, I want to do this." Not only did Glory enjoy this role-playing tremendously, she also thought this might give her an edge over some of the other women Alan got sexual with. She didn't want him to come in every day with his penis too sore to use, or worse, see him spend his lunch time with someone else. So they made their plans.

With lunch half way over, he was in a rush to leave, but as he headed to the door, Glory said to him, "Wait."

She paused, and Alan thought it would be something very important. "You know, young man, that we have a school assembly during the last period of class today, don't you?"

"Yeah? So what?"

"I don't expect you'll actually be going to that, will you?" Her emotions were a mix of mischievousness and apprehension.

Her meaning slowly dawned on him. "You mean, you want me to come back here? I could get in trouble for that."

"Ah. You're such a good kid. Don't worry. I'll give you a pass. I'm the one who's likely to get in trouble. The way we're meeting every day at lunch - we can't continue like that. It's just a matter of time until we get caught. And I'm corrupting you, encouraging delinquency, but I just love it too much. I want a full hour with you for once, instead of just part of a lunch. I still want to know where you're going for the other half of your lunch time, by the way."

He ignored that last sentence, and replied, "Okay. See you in about an hour. Later!" He ran off.

CHAPTER 8

When Alan reached the theater room, Heather let him in with the usual knock and password. But she looked cross.

He looked further into the room and saw Janice and Joy, but they looked upset, too. The three girls were dressed in their usual casual school clothes and waiting for him.

"You're late," Heather bitched at him.

"Sorry. Geez, what happened here? Did someone die or something?"

There was no answer. Since every minute counted for Alan's painting needs, he got to work immediately and took out his painting tools.

The truth was, the tensions were extremely high after what happened the day before. Heather had been sexually cruel to Joy, and Janice had volunteered herself to save Joy from further humiliation.

But thanks to Heather's cruelty, Janice had inadvertently discovered sexual feelings for Joy, and had also discovered that Joy had no lesbian desires whatsoever. Janice blamed everything on Heather and wanted revenge, but in her deal to replace Joy she'd promised to sincerely obey Heather's commands and not seek revenge.

So the situation was complicated and Alan didn't have much of a clue about it. However, he saw the tension between Heather and Janice right away. Any idiot could see the hatred that radiated from Janice, and Heather glared back just as angrily.

But before he could deal with that, Heather came up to him and said commandingly, "I did what you wanted. And Rock is well on the way out. So it's time for you to fuck me. Right now."

Heather was referring to a deal she'd made with Alan the week before. He'd refused to fuck her as long as she pretended not to know him in public and also cheated with him behind the back of her dangerous boyfriend. Earlier in the day, knowing what was planned at lunch, she'd finally come up to him in the halls between classes and spoken to him in a friendly manner.

It raised a lot of eyebrows.

Heather knew that her status would take a hit to be seen associating with a "lowly nerd" even if she did try to bring her friends around regarding Alan as promised in the previous week. However, her desire to get fucked by him was so strong after too many days of him leaving her alone that she felt like she had no choice in the matter. But now she wanted her reward.

Alan merely replied, as if completely disinterested. "Oh. That. Good. Don't worry, we'll probably get around to that sometime later."

Heather nearly snapped in two. "What?! Don't worry?! Probably?! Sometime later?! Alan, I could kill you! I've done what you wanted and paid the price. The homecoming queen title is probably shot. The least you can do is fuck me this very instant! It's been a week since the last time already!" She started out strong with domineering anger, but her stance was quickly turning to submissive begging.

Alan though was having fun stringing her along. He simply looked thoughtful and said, "Hmmm."

"'Hmmm?' Is that all you have to say?! I'm Heather fucking Morgan, dammit! What are you waiting for?"

He didn't say anything at all but just scrutinized her.

She wavered, uncertain about which tack to take. Finally, she said in a more pleading tone, "Please! Is that what you need to hear? Please, already!"

He tried to change the subject. "I'd like to, but not when you're all uptight and upset. There's obviously some kind of bee in your bonnet. We have to sort that out. And you too, Janice."

"GAH!" Heather shook her first and looked like she wanted to punch him.

Alan turned from one of them to the other and then back again. "Janice, Heather, what's up between you two? If looks could kill, both of you would strike the other one dead instantly."

Standing with her arms crossed in a huff, Heather said in a bitter tone, "Ask Janice what her problem is. She's supposed to be nice to me."

"I don't have a problem," Janice answered. "No problem at all. Everything is fine." But her tone made it clear that everything was most definitely not fine. Her face burned slightly red, though nowhere near as red as her flaming hair.

Alan let it drop. He didn't have the energy or time to step between the two of them at the moment, not with more than half of lunch already over. So he focused his attention on painting.

When Janice saw that Alan had his painting tools out, she bent over and pulled off her shorts so he could start.

He removed her underwear and noticed with pleasure that she'd shaved her bush off since he saw her last, no doubt because it would help with the paint job.

They all knew the painting routine by now, so he started without any discussion or need for explanation. However, that meant the room remained deathly quiet. No one was in a sexy mood whatsoever.

He worked on fixing that. To cover the awkward lack of discussion, he asked Heather to turn on a stereo system that was built into the wall behind the stage. When she did, he asked for something rocking and bouncy. Tom Petty came on, and that fit the bill nicely.

He turned Janice over to paint her front side and asked Joy, "By the way, what are you doing here today? Aren't you all set with your paint job?"

Joy was there for two reasons, but she didn't want to explain either of them. One was that she wanted to make sure Janice and Heather didn't get into a physical fight, because they'd been sniping in class all day long. The second was that she was hoping Alan would give her the kind of mind-blowing fuck that he'd given her the day before. But with the grim mood in the room, she didn't even try to flirt with him. So she just answered, "I'm all set. I just like sticking by my best friend, Janice."

Alan though, had other ideas. He said, "In a few minutes I'm going to need to paint Janice's pussy lips, and they're as dry as a bone. I need them nice and engorged. For that to happen, we have to sex up the mood around here. Why don't you do a little striptease for us? I know that would get me in the mood."

He thought about his mother's striptease the night before and definitely wanted a repeat performance, even though he knew no cheerleader could hold a candle to his mother's natural raw sexuality, not to mention her incredible figure.

Joy was the shy type, but she also desperately wanted to please Alan so she could get fucked again, even if the time and circumstances meant that would be some other day. So she surprised herself when she said, "Okay."

She wore underwear under her street clothes, since Heather no longer dictated what she had to wear and do. Tom Petty's "Yer So Bad" played in the background, and while it wasn't ideal music to strip to, it was inspiring enough to do the job.

Slowly, Joy started to sway and dance to the music. She wanted to get into the groove a bit before she started to take anything off.

Alan meanwhile pulled down his zipper and exposed his penis. It was flaccid from so much recent overuse and the utter lack of any sexual mood. He said to Janice, "Can you see if you can get this puppy excited?"

Heather complained, "Don't waste your time, Janice. He's just going to get you all excited and then leave you high and dry." Obviously she was talking about herself more than Janice.

Janice was happy to give Alan's dick a handjob as a distraction, because the one thing she didn't want to do was see Joy strip. She realized now that she was deeply in love and in lust with her best friend, and to see Joy get naked in such a sensual manner would only be torture, since Joy didn't feel the same.

All she had to do was look up and she could see Joy sway above her, but she tried to focus completely on the handjob instead.

The two girls had been friends since kindergarten. Janice began to think about all the good times she'd had with Joy over the years and found herself focused on the sleep-overs and other occasions where she'd seen Joy dressed only in underwear, as she was now.

Soon, Janice began to think more of the underwear and less of the fond memories. When she noticed a wet spot developing between Joy's legs, she thought she'd pass out with excitement, but at the same time she cursed herself with frustration.

Meanwhile, Alan was still flaccid, mostly because of the continued strange mood in the room.

Janice tried reviving Alan's penis, but she didn't seem to have much luck with the task. It was a bit difficult to do, given that she faced the other direction and she could barely get a hand on it. Furthermore, she had to try to keep her body perfectly still so he could paint, which took up more of her attention the more aroused she became.

Heather, meanwhile, stood back with arms crossed, staring daggers into anyone who dared look her way. Like Joy, she'd come to see if she could get fucked, and also to make sure that the other two, but especially Janice, did not. She was beyond upset that Alan had ignored her so far and had Janice doing the handjob. Normally she would never give a boy a handjob, but she threw her usual rules out the window when it came to Alan, especially since she'd gone without him for a whole week now.

She eyed every move of Janice's hands critically, always thinking about how much better she could be doing the job. Occasionally she even snorted in derision when she felt she could be doing something more arousing.

Joy had only taken off her shorts and the mood in the room was still very tense, mostly thanks to Heather just standing there and glaring. Alan also had to concentrate on the painting instead of fully devoting himself to sexual pleasures.

After a couple of minutes Heather couldn't take it anymore and walked up to where Alan was painting.

As she knelt down, she complained, "Janice, can't you do anything right? Obviously you're not very inspirational. Here. Let me take over." She rather forcibly took command of Alan's penis.

Joy, oblivious to anything but the music and dancing in her own private world, took her top off. She'd already shed her shyness and quite enjoyed the striptease. As she broke into a big smile, the mood in the room instantly lightened.

Alan smiled back. His penis now was at three-fourths full size. He hadn't commented on Heather's takeover, but now he just said, "Heather, suck it."

"What?!"

"It's still not there. Suck on it and you'll make it fully hard." He acted like this was the most normal and natural request imaginable.

Heather had given Alan a blowjob before. She grudgingly had to admit that it wasn't so bad, mainly because of the unusually sweet taste of his cum. But that was a very rare exception to the rule. If she didn't want to do something, she simply didn't do it, and she saw no point to a sex act that didn't give her any climaxes. Furthermore, if Alan was going to cum she was determined that he should cum in her pussy. A blowjob was just wasting time.

So she said, "Sorry, I don't do that. I'll get it big with my hands. You'll see."

"Sorry," Alan said in a dismissive and domineering tone, "but I seem to recall that last week when you were in my house, you promised that you'd suck me off whenever I wanted. Are you going to break your promise? Is that the kind of girl you are? Because if you are, I think I'd much rather fuck Janice here."

In Heather's current mindset there was nothing more encouraging he could have possibly said to get her to do what he wanted. She was going to deny Janice that pleasure at all costs. "Okay. Fine," she muttered, wearing an obviously fake smile on her face. She took his penis in her mouth and sucked, but without enthusiasm.

After a minute or two of that, Alan had Janice sit up. He took her T-shirt off and she just held her arms out and let him do it without asking why (there was no real reason except he wanted to see her completely naked). Then he motioned her back down and had her crouch on all fours.

Once again, Janice had a front row seat for Joy's striptease. Janice again tried to close her eyes, but curiosity got the best of her, and they didn't stay closed for long.

With Heather sucking, Joy stripping, and Janice practically drooling at the sight of her best friend, Alan had managed to change the atmosphere in the room quite considerably.

Even though Heather couldn't see the other two girls, there was an erotic mood in the room that grew, and she picked up on it. She started to suck with greater vigor, despite herself.

All Alan had left to do with Janice's paint job was the "touch up" work around her pussy and asshole. He knew he had time to finish now, so he plunged his finger and out of Janice's asshole, as if to "prep" it.

Janice looked up and imagined Joy in front of her, fantasizing that she was about to lick her friend's pussy while Alan fucked her up the ass. Both ideas were so arousing that she came on the spot.

Alan noticed her climax but he continued to saw away with his finger.

Heather thought she was doing a good enough job with the blowjob. But still, she was annoyed and almost at her breaking point. She'd come here to get thoroughly fucked by Alan and instead he was making her perform the sex act she least liked to do. The one thing keeping her going and inspiring her to do a good job was the hope that he would soon reward her with a serious pussy pummeling.

So she was shocked when Alan barked at her, "Heather, who said you could wear any clothes? I want to see your tits exposed, NOW!"

She growled, and thought to herself, Who does he think he is?! I could have any guy in this school with a wave of my hand. I'm the queen of this high school, dammit! What do I see in this guy, anyways? Doesn't he know I could completely destroy him socially? Does he have a death wish? Why am I actually listening to him?!

She found her hands pulling her T-shirt up over her boobs. Then she frantically fought with her bra until it came off and fell to the floor.

She shot more icy stares up at Alan, but she didn't stop her cocksucking even for a second.

He said grudgingly, "That's a little better. I have to play with your tits though because your blowjob is so pathetic. I can hardly even tell you're doing anything down there. Maybe I should get Janice to do it. She may not have tits like yours, but she's no dead fish. Plus, they're all real."

Alan was astute enough to observe how his earlier comment that he'd rather fuck Janice lit a fire within Heather that caused her to redouble her efforts. So he tried the exact same thing again.

It worked. Heather cursed inwardly, "Dead fish!" Dead fish?! I'll show him a fucking dead fish! And how dare he insult my breasts! I'll show him!

She was desperate to please Alan before he made good on his threat to have Janice take over, so she tried cocksucking in a whole different way. She tried to forget her contempt for what she was doing and loved the penis filling her mouth. She tried to treat it with tenderness and care. She was surprised by just how much she enjoyed it, mostly because she began to fantasize about all the compliments of the great job she was doing Alan would soon be paying her.

To hedge her bets and make sure he was feeling good, she thoroughly wetted her index finger through her pussy, and then flunged the finger into his asshole. She didn't even care if he was clean or dirty there - she had sex on the brain and was ready to do anything and everything to win.

Heather surprised herself at just how enthusiastically she bobbed her head up and down over Alan's shaft. Her head was a near blur of action now, and one of her hands stroked near the base of the penis just as frantically. Her finger probing his asshole found his prostate and massaged it expertly. Her body seemed to act on its own and her mind just looked on as if it were an observer.

Alan still made a pretense at painting, though he did a lot more sawing of his finger into Janice's ass than any painting. It was a tribute to the countless times he'd been sucked off in recent weeks that he could even keep up a pretense to paint, given the full-on attack Heather was making on his privates.

Playing Heather like a fiddle, he said in a calm voice, even though his insides were churning with erotic torment and excitement, "That's a little better, Heather. I'm beginning to feel you do something down there."

Heather yelled with joy inside her head, YES! Take THAT, Janice, you ugly skank! At the same time, she was incredulous that he was only "beginning" to feel her, so she redoubled her cocksucking efforts yet again.

Alan only had Janice's pussy lips left to paint, but he was having too much fun to fully concentrate on that. He told the redhead, "You're not wet enough yet."

So, with Janice's ass high off the floor, he thrust two fingers into her pussy and began to grind them around.

Janice's eyes were now locked on Joy's naked figure.

Joy was very much enjoying herself now, and since Janice was her most rapt observer, she mostly danced for the benefit of her best friend.

Janice was both loving and hating life.

When Joy ran out of clothes, she kept on dancing.

Janice thought her eyes would bug right out. With Alan's fingers pounding into her pussy, she felt like crying, because she felt so good and so tortured all at once.

Then Joy, now just a few feet in front of her friend, began to finger her own pussy.

Janice thought she would lose it altogether.

Joy would have been blind not to see the expression of pure lust and desire on her best friend, but that didn't stop her in the slightest. Even though she didn't feel lesbian desires, she loved the attention and she was too worked up to stop.

CHAPTER 9

Alan decided that it was time for some serious fucking. He suddenly announced, "Okay, Heather, since your cocksucking needs work, I'm going to have to do something else to get off. Get your cunt over here. It needs some solid pounding."

Heather was upset at how he'd dissed her hard blowjob work, but that was more than made up by what else he said. She wordlessly turned around and raised her ass so he could slip it in doggy style as he continued to frig Janice's ass and pussy right in front of him and also watch Joy's continuing show. Heather's face was glowing with pride that he'd chosen to fuck her over the other two cheerleaders.

He said to the blonde bombshell, "Do you know what happens when I put my cock in your mouth, cunt, or ass?"

"No."

"You stop being Heather the stuck up bitch and you start being Heather the willing and submissive slut. Isn't that so?"

Her first inclination was to cut him down for being called a slut. But his penis was so close... She mumbled something inaudible.

"I can't hear you," he prodded.

"Alan, cut the crap already."

But he just rubbed his erection up and down her pussy lips.

She made a futile effort to trust back and catch it with her pussy.

He just kept rubbing it up and down, over and over. In reality, less than a minute had passed, but to Heather it seemed like years because her need was so great.

"I can't hear you," he prodded again.

She finally gave in. "Yes!"

But he just kept rubbing up and down on the outside. "Yes what?"

She said "Alan" like she was making a threat. However, she couldn't do it. She needed his cock too much. In a flat and defeated voice, she said, "Yes, I'm a slut. Happy?"

She gasped as his penis dove deep into her hole. Her eyes bugged out and she gasped for air. She couldn't believe how good it felt. (She didn't realize that it was the humiliation that turned her on as much or more as the actual physical sensation).

Alan said calmly as he pushed all the way in, "That's 'yes, sir' to you."

"Yes, sir."

He pulled back and then stroked back in. "Now, tell me Heather, what am I fucking right now?"

"You're fucking a wanton slut, sir." Deep down she loved it when he called her names and she didn't try to fight the abusive language anymore.

"Well, that certainly is true," he said sincerely, since if anyone in his high school qualified as a slut, it was Heather. But then, even more aggressively, he said, "I'm looking for a cum dump. Where can I find a cum dumpster around here?"

"Look down, sir," Heather answered breathlessly between gasps for air as Alan relentlessly speared her tight, blonde pussy with his penis. "Don't look at Joy. Your cum dumpster is down here. Sir."

As though to punctuate her point, she rotated her hips, which made Alan's invading monster barely tap her G-spot for a second. That caused both of them to shiver excitedly.

"Oh," Alan replied as he quickly gained control of himself. "Is that the thing I have my penis stuck in? I was wondering what this insignificant hole was. It seems to talk, funnily enough. Can you talk, or are you just a mindless fuck hole?"

Heather was puzzled as to how he wanted her to answer. She responded, "I'm just a mindless fuck hole, but somehow I'm able to talk. I guess I need to say a few words sometimes, so I can tell men how badly I need to get fucked. Sir."

Spurred on and inspired by the demeaning talk, the head cheerleader slammed her hips backwards and impaled herself deeper on the stiff penis, an action that caused her buttocks to slap loudly against his thighs.

He laughed. "Excellent answer, slut. You even remembered to say 'sir.' How is it that a blonde airhead like you can string together two sentences like that?"

"I don't know, sir. I'm not used to talking since my mouth is usually full of cock. Sir."

"Wow. You're really good at this talking thing, considering you're just a pussy life support system."

"Yes, sir!" she said with obvious enthusiasm.

But then she remembered that they weren't the only other ones in the room. She looked over at Janice and Joy and saw them staring back with their mouths hanging open. "What the hell are you staring at?" she barked angrily.

"What are they staring at?" Alan prodded again.

Heather was torn between saying something to keep some dignity in front of her fellow cheerleaders or saying the kind of thing that she knew Alan wanted to hear and that turned her on. She grudgingly said, "Your personal cum dump, Sir."

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about Janice and Joy being there, but the fact that they were just aroused her still further.

Alan continued this banter as he fucked the beautiful teen.

They swapped positions and Heather sat on top of him so the two of them could fully concentrate on their fucking as they rose towards mutual climaxes. But he explained the move by saying, "Prove to me that you're a worthy slut."

Alan took the time to congratulate himself. Mere minutes earlier, the room was so chilly with ill feeling that it seemed to be ten below zero. Now everyone was naked and thoroughly enjoying themselves, though he didn't realize how much of Janice's enjoyment of Joy's striptease was painfully bittersweet.

Heather was in her element at least in one respect: she loved to fuck. Being on top, she relished the feeling of control it gave her. She was in charge of the pace and she knew exactly what to do. She repeatedly lifted her hips up and then brought her whole body crashing down, impaling herself deeply on his stiffness. Her long blonde ponytail flew around like a whip and her large breasts wobbled in every direction. She loved every second of it.

Unfortunately, just as Heather and Alan began to assault each other with well-timed thrusts and built up to something great, Heather's alarm clock went off. She set it during these lunches to make sure they wouldn't be late for their next class.

Alan stopped fucking, and muttered, "Damn lunches. Never long enough." It took him ten minutes before he'd started fucking and he'd arrived in the room with twenty minutes left to go, so he calculated he'd been ramming the bitchy blonde for less than ten minutes.

He was just going to keep going, timing be damned, but the interruption made him think about where he'd cum and he remembered that he wasn't wearing a condom. He mentally kicked himself for forgetting about condoms yet again. It was an especially foolish mistake with Heather, as he didn't trust that she was completely clean.

To be on the safe side, he grabbed Heather roughly by the hair and said, "Get down, bitch. You're going to take it in the mouth."

She moaned, "NooooOOOOOO! You promised! What about our deal?! You have to fill my hole to the brim with your seed or it's just not the same. And you were really doing me bareback, too. You could have sprayed me real good."

But even as she was saying this, she dutifully popped herself off of his dick, scooted down his legs and put his thick erection, completely drenched with her own juices, back into her mouth.

Alan barked, "Are you questioning me, bitch?" But it wasn't really necessary.

She shook her head no while sucking on his penis as if she needed to coax the cum out of him more than she'd ever needed anything in her life. She looked up into his eyes with an expression of complete adoration. The more he ordered her around and denied her wishes, the more she lusted for him.

Within seconds of feeling her tongue dance on the sensitive underside of his hard-on, he let his load go. Time was all out. He grabbed her long blonde ponytail and started jerking his hips into her face.

Heather was inexperienced at cocksucking, but she seemed to try to swallow as much as she could. She was outraged and incredulous at her own behavior, but she couldn't seem to stop greedily drinking Alan's thick seed. Alan had gotten her so worked up with his demeaning talking and talented fucking by this point that she would have agreed to just about anything.

Alan looked down and saw Heather guzzling down his ropes of cum as they blasted straight into the back of her mouth. He was very pleased, and his "Bad Alan" feelings were surging within him. He thought, She's tried it before but she's never admitted that she likes it. She has to like it, since everyone else does. Once I've got her hooked on my seed, I'll never hear her refusing to suck my cock again. Heh-heh.

He was at least partially right. As the squirts of his cum finally trailed off, Heather took stock of what happened. I feel tricked. How did he get me to do that?! Cocksucking?! Ugh! But what's strange is that... Huh. .... Very strange.

She swirled some residual cum around her mouth as if wine tasting. It doesn't taste too bad. .... In fact, it's damn delicious! I keep trying to deny that, but it's hopeless.

God, I love it! Hell, I'm almost upset that he forcefully pumped most of it straight down the back of my throat, 'cos there's not much left to savor. But I'm not going to let him turn me into a habitual cocksucker.

Real honest-to-God fucking is what it's all about. If I keep pretending not to like cocksucking hopefully he'll eventually get the message and fuck me properly more often.

Alan looked around. Joy was sitting up on her knees, and seemed content to fuck herself endlessly. Furthermore, she was doing it only a couple of feet in front of a literally drooling and shaking Janice.

It occurred to him that he'd gotten so caught up in fucking that he'd forgotten to paint Janice's pussy lips. Now Janice was too wet and too aroused - to paint her would be like hitting a moving target. Oh well. That's what tomorrow is for. I'm sure I'll be wanted back for some more painting... and whatnot. Hopefully a lot of "whatnot." He grinned an evil grin.

The aftermath of Alan's climax was strange and awkward. A painful silence once again descended, though luckily a song from Tom Petty's greatest hits ("Mary Jane's Last Dance") still played in the background. Janice and Heather once again avoided even looking at each other.

Heather generally avoided looking in Alan's direction, but when he caught her eye she appeared sullen. She wanted to hate him because of how he jerked her around and demeaned her, especially in front of the other two cheerleaders. But at the same time she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she'd only beg for more.

More awkwardly, Janice now blushed profusely when Joy came near her and tried to be friendly. Eventually Joy pulled the still shaking Janice up and helped steady her. Janice thrilled at the touch, and she deliberately leaned all over her best friend as though too weak to stand, even as she wondered how she'd be able to interact platonically with Joy ever again. She at least managed to resist any overt groping of her.

But Alan didn't get to find out how things developed after that, because he finished dressing first and rushed off to class.

Later, in fifth period, Alan paid no attention as his teacher droning on. He thought about his experience with the cheerleaders at lunch. His perspective was very different after the post-orgasmic come-down.

He thought, You know, I'm turning into a real asshole. I'm getting bossy and full of myself. Jesus H. Christ! Who was that arrogant jerk and when did he inhabit my body? How do I get him out? The way I treated Heather was ridiculous! True, it was just playing around, and she likes it that way, but really! "Cum dumpster"? "Pussy life support system"? Dang! I never would have said that kind of thing to anyone in a million years, just a couple of weeks ago. Is it really just sexy playing around, or is that the real me coming out?

If it is, I don't like me. I don't want to be an arrogant asshole, snapping my fingers and saying "Lick it, baby. You know you love it." I have to fight this! Heather seems to bring out the worst in me, but we have such great sex together. These women are attracted to me because I'm a nice guy. But at the same time, they want me to act like an aggressive sexual brute when things get hot and heavy. I don't get it.

The way I'm going off in my mind how Heather is going to love my cum seems typical of my arrogant attitude. But the problem is, it's true. There is something special about the taste of my cum. I'm sure that the other times she'd given a blowjob she wanted to wash her mouth out right away, but I noticed she was in no hurry to do that today. Heck, it looked like she was savoring it this time.

Plus, it seems the way I fuck makes women melt. And when I act like all rude and aggressive with Heather, it's so cathartic. I can let all my pent up frustrations out, especially my lack of fucking Mom and Suzanne. And I'm always holding my tongue, not calling anyone things like slut or bitch, and that all comes tumbling out with Heather, too. She loves it. But that doesn't make the way I'm behaving right.

What am I supposed to do? I'm only fucking eighteen years old, for Christ's sake! No one prepared me for this. I have no idea what this all means or how to deal with it! Where's the after school special on how to treat your harem? Seriously! I'm sitting here in the middle of this fucking insanely boring class, and I look just like any other average student on the outside, but in reality I secretly have a de facto harem. And I'm turning into some kind of cruel sultan slave owner or something.

Not only that, but I'm losing touch with reality. This class just seems unreal; just an annoying diversion until I have my face buried in my mom's tits again. I was going to tell my friends that Amy is now my girlfriend, but my social life is such a disaster. When will I even see them again outside of saying hi between classes? I'm going to be a complete failure in life unless I can get a job as a gigolo or something.

He thought with grim humor, I wonder if there are any paying jobs involving having your penis sucked all day long.

I really need some advice. Acting all bossy gets my penis hard. Hearing Heather say "Yes, sir!" so obediently gets me even harder. Just thinking that I have a harem is giving me a woody right now, especially when I think of the likes of Mom and Sis naked at my feet, waiting to serve me.

They're so willing. So busty. So big and tall. So flawless. So beautiful. Christ! We're talking the most beautiful women on the planet! I'm only human. I think I'm doing pretty good, considering how some people might have acted in my shoes. Aren't I? I don't know.

This is like the story of Job, except in reverse, where everything is going right instead of wrong. But it's turning into a curse just the same. You know what? It's kind of like that Twilight Zone episode where the guy thinks he's died and gone to Heaven 'cos he gets everything he wants, but in the end it turns out he's in Hell.

Well, okay, it's not THAT bad, not even close. But I feel a touch of that curse of getting what you wish for.

I have to talk to Suzanne soon. Luckily she's got lots of wisdom and experience. She'll be able to help, if anyone can. Thank God for her. As much as I love my mom and sister, they certainly can't help me with some things. I don't even think I could have a really long talk with them anymore unless I allow them to suck my cock at the same time. JESUS! This is so good, but so fucked up.

CHAPTER 10

Before Alan could get home to talk to Suzanne, it was time for his secret meeting with Glory during the school assembly. While his attitudes about sex were changing drastically, he'd never ditched class before and felt surprisingly guilty about skipping out on the assembly, even though he knew it was a waste of time.

He thought ruefully, Odd how I'm more bothered by that than the fact that I'm fucking my sister. Things are so skewed. They should just lock me up in a small cage and tour me around as a circus freak. "Come see the teenage incest monster!"

When he arrived in Glory's room with his hall pass, he looked at her smiling happily at him and considered telling her about his problem with the cheerleaders. Look at Glory. She's so smart and wise. She's probably as smart as Suzanne. The problem is, she's so moral. She still thinks I'm a normal guy. She probably figures, yes, he's playing around with Suzanne and Kim and a couple of other women, but that's the extent of it.

If she only knew the depths of my depravity! I would blow her mind straight out of her head if I told her what I was doing to my sister and mother. Incest. I love doing it, but I hate the word. I don't really connect the act and the word together; I don't really think of it like that, but she certainly would.

Even if I merely tell her what I did with the cheerleaders during lunch, her opinion of me is going to completely plummet. I can't even tell her just hints about it, because once she's on the case she's so good at teasing the rest out of me. And I DEFINITELY can't let her know anything about what I'm doing with Heather. Dang. I could really use her advice, too.

While Alan felt introspective and glum, Glory was in a completely different mood. There was a very devilish twinkle in her eye.

After they kissed briefly, Glory grinned broadly and said, "I have something special planned today, since we have this extra, extended opportunity. Lately we've mostly been playing out your fantasies, which is fine. It's been loads of fun. But today I want you to act out my fantasy. Are you okay with that?"

Alan thought about that. That's fair play. Everyone's been serving me, pleasing me, following my whim. I need to be more giving and sensitive to other people's needs. This is a perfect first step to turning over a new leaf, getting more humble. "Sure, Glory. That sounds like a great idea. I'm happy to do whatever you want."

She gave him a surprisingly naughty smile. "I'm very glad to hear that. Are you absolutely sure? Anything?"

Alan thought, Uh-oh. She's going to make me do something really weird. I can tell. But he confirmed, "Yes. Absolutely. Anything."

"Good. We're going to role-play again, but I can't say what, exactly. Just follow my orders. And keep in mind that, for the purposes of this drama, you've been a very bad student."

"Yes, ma'am."

Alan sat in his usual front row classroom seat and thought, You don't need to add the "purposes of this drama" part. I totally failed my second period class test today. I didn't even study because I was so spaced out that I didn't even hear when the test was announced. Duh.

Glory pretended to lead the class as she always did and ignored the fact that Alan was the only student there. She started to ask him questions that in fact were from her real history lesson earlier in the day.

But while Alan knew some of the answers, he pretended total cluelessness and got them all wrong. He could tell from her subtle signals that this was the response she wanted, even as outwardly she grew more and more annoyed at him.

After a couple minutes of rapid fire questions, she said, "Young man. Alan Plummer. I'm talking to you! Are you even paying attention? Come up here this instant! I've had enough with your attitude."

He walked up and acted blissfully arrogant.

She said to the imaginary class, "Now, I'm sure all of you have heard about the new law just passed, reinstating some traditional, though controversial, punishment methods. Since this young man here is acting so incorrigible, he's going to be the first to experience our new disciplinary techniques." She pulled a ruler out of her drawer and started to slap it into her free hand.

Alan thought, Oh God. Here it comes. A spanking. I should have known. She seemed to get off on that the first time she spanked me. In fact, that's the only time I've ever been spanked. I gotta admit it was pretty arousing, and at the moment I actually feel like being spanked. I feel so shitty and guilty that I want to be punished. So go ahead and do it, Glory. Give it all you've got.

But he just stood there dumbly, as that was the role he figured she wanted him to play.

"Young man," she barked, "I want you to drop your shorts right now and bend over my desk. That's right. You're going to get a spanking. One slap for every wrong answer you gave, just as the new law stipulates for particularly troublesome students."

He played embarrassed and frightened. "But Ms. Rhymer! You can't expect me to stand here in my underwear in front of all my classmates! That's worse than any spanking you could give!"

"I don't expect you to stand in your underwear. I expect you to drop it all. Strip from the waist down. NOW!" She struck her desk hard with the ruler. The sharp sound reverberated around the room.

"But teacher! Then everyone will see my... my everything! I'll be the laughing stock of the school!"

She smiled wickedly. "Yes. That's right. But that's excellent motivation for all of you to study harder next time, isn't it? Who here is going to be in Alan's shoes next time?"

Alan was surprised at this side of her; a side he'd never seen before except for the first time she'd spanked him.

She looked out over the class very convincingly, even though the room was empty.

Alan could easily imagine a class full of students absolutely frightened out of their gourds.

Then she hit the desk again with the ruler, and shouted menacingly, "Now, drop 'em!"

Alan closed his eyes and imagined the class staring at him as he slowly pulled his shorts and underwear down. Even though he knew there was no one there, he had started to get into the role-play, and with his eyes closed, it seemed real. He felt relieved that at least his back was turned, so "they" could only see his butt.

What happened next, though, was a surprise. He felt Glory's hands in his hair.

She said, "Don't be alarmed. I'm putting a blindfold on you, just as the new law requires."

Sure enough, she covered his eyes with a cloth that completely blocked out all light. He found himself getting a bit scared as he adjusted to the loss of sight. I thought Glory was very moral and straight laced, but does she also have hidden depths of depravity? Just what is she going to do to me?!

His fears doubled when she next tied his hands behind his back with a rope and again explained that it was part of the imaginary new law. Then she put a gag in his mouth and yet again invoked the law.

He realized, Rope. Gag. Blindfold. This is not some spur of the moment thing. She's been planning this for some time. This must be some long-held teacher fantasy. Just how far is this going to go?!

With his blindfold on and his hands securely tied, she grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him to face the imaginary class.

Alan reflexively tried to cover his crotch with his hands. His fear level shot up still further when he realized that he couldn't cover up to save his life. He felt his ears and cheeks burn with embarrassment as he imagined the class staring at his genitals and laughing.

Glory thought along similar lines. She said to her imaginary crowd, "What are you all laughing and pointing at? Haven't you ever seen a penis before?" She reached down and cupped his balls with one hand and held his penis with the other. He'd been flaccid, but he shot to full hardness within seconds.

She said to the "class," "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, especially you guys. Looks to me his package is nothing to laugh at. Look at that thing grow. If I were Alan here, I'd be proud instead of ashamed. I wonder how many of you boys out there have a penis this long or thick?"

She went on, "That's right, you're not laughing now. Too bad you can't see, Alan, because I think you're going to get a lot of offers for dates from the ladies in this class after today. Look at the way Jody is licking her lips. That's very unseemly, young lady. And Andrea, stop salivating at the sight of Alan's huge hard cock or I'll have to hide it from view. Let's focus here."

Alan felt pride at Glory's compliments and imagined the school buzzing with talk and rumor about just how big his package was. His nervousness came down a couple of notches. Then Glory started to masturbate his penis, and his arousal shot through the roof. He could feel the eyes of all his classmates as if they were really there and staring in shock.

She said to her audience as she stroked, "Now, don't get the wrong idea. I certainly don't want to be doing this, but it's what the new law requires. Some new thinking about associating pain and pleasure together for a more effective punishment. I don't understand it all, but this is what I'm supposed to do. ... Yes, Becky?"

Alan imagined his classmate Becky raising her hand and Glory calling on her. Becky was one of the most beautiful girls in the class, though she couldn't compare with a truly outstanding beauty such as Glory.

Glory continued, "What's that, Becky? You say that you'll volunteer to stroke it? Well, that's very thoughtful, but this is really my duty as teacher. Perhaps later, if my hands get tired. ... Yes, Andrea, I'll consider you too, though you'd have a better chance if you got more A's on your tests." She sighed as if annoyed at all the pestering girls.

"Now, let's see. Alan, I'm going to lead you over to this chair here. You're going to lay down on it, stomach down, ass high up." So she helped Alan lay down.

He found he was stretched over two chairs. His butt made a 90-degree angle and his knees rested on the cold tile floor.

He heard the smack of the ruler against what he assumed to be her hand.

She started lecturing, "Now, I'm sorry, young man, but you have to realize this is for your own good. I don't want to be doing this, but the new law is based on the latest research, and studies show-"

He didn't pay full attention, and as she continued to talk his mind drifted off. He thought, This is so strangely appropriate. I really deserve this. I've been a right bastard towards women lately and now a woman is giving me my comeuppance. Even though this is Glory's fantasy, maybe it will seriously correct my attitude. It would be more of a punishment though, if she wasn't fondling my excited penis so vigorously the whole time.

She continued to lecture (and fondle), but in mid-sentence, without any warning, Alan heard a whoosh through the air and then a loud smack on his upturned ass. He was somewhat surprised to realize just how hard she hit him with the ruler. Although they were pretending in this drama, this was no pretend spanking.

Glory brought the ruler down again and again. He truly was in pain, though the continued fondling of his full penis certainly compensated some. He could hear her breathing quite heavily and imagined that she was getting aroused.

After the fifth spanking, he heard her say, "Now, class, I unfortunately didn't make the new law, but the law clearly states that after the fifth spanking the administrator of the punishment must take her dress off and fondle herself. I certainly don't want to expose myself to you all, this is very embarrassing, but I'm told I could be in serious trouble if I don't follow the regulations to the letter. ... That's right. Get your jollies out now looking at me, but it's really no big deal. You're going to be seeing me naked quite a lot with this new punishment system in place."

Alan didn't know he could get more aroused by a spanking, but the idea that she was naked at least from the waist down, just like him, and fondling herself, took him to another level. When she brought down the ruler for the sixth and seventh time, he almost found himself ready to beg for more. Almost, but not really, because it did hurt intensely.

He recalled that the "new law" required one spanking for every question answered incorrectly and figured he'd gotten about ten questions wrong. So he figured his punishment would soon be over.

The situation was so strange that he thought he could handle anything Glory could dish out. But he could never have imagined what happened next. To his utter horror, he heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. It was a most insistent pounding.

Glory stepped out of her role and whispered into Alan's ear, "Oh shit! What the hell?! Don't worry, I'll take care of this. Sit tight. I don't have time to get you out of your get-up here. I've gotta put some clothes on. Just hang in there." She squeezed his penis the way lovers squeeze hands for assurance and then let go of it.

Alan fidgeted nervously as he waited to hear who it was. Fuck. What if it's someone like the principal, or even some janitor? I'll be so royally fucked! Not only will Glory be fired, but it'll probably make the newspapers. I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school! The whole fucking town!

He heard the door open, which surprised the hell out of him. Did she open it just a crack? Otherwise, someone is looking at my upturned butt!

Then he heard Glory say, "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Sorry to bother you, Ms. Rhymer, but I left my books in here. I was wondering if I could come in and pick them up?"

Alan tried to place the voice, but he couldn't. He guessed it was from a female student. That in and of itself was quite a relief.

Glory replied, "Oh, hi Michelle. I'm kind of involved in something right now and I'd rather you don't come in. You just tell me where you put them and I can get them for you. But in any case, shouldn't you be at the assembly?"

Michelle replied, "I should be, but I was so worried that someone would steal my books that I snuck away to get them. I have so many personal things in there!"

"I understand. Just a second."

Alan heard a long pause and wondered what was happening. Then, to his surprise, he heard Glory say in a different tone of voice, "Just a minute. Michelle, I remember last month when you came to me and confessed that you had a deep crush on Alan Plummer and asked my advice. Isn't that right?"

"Oh, teach, why do you have to bring that up? That's so embarrassing."

"Did you ever ask him out?"

"Are you kidding? All the best looking girls beat me to the punch. Everyone started asking him out once he began acting so confident and sexy, but he's turned them down left and right. I was too shy. Frankly, even though there are rumors of him, well, being with one or two of the cheerleaders, there are other rumors that he doesn't like girls at all."

Alan was shocked at that last comment, and very displeased. He also felt extremely helpless, realizing that if Glory opened the door wide, this girl would see him tied up, blindfolded, and with a red, exposed ass. He wasn't religious, but he fervently prayed she'd go away quickly.

Glory asked, "I can assure you he likes girls. Even though he turned those others down, you should still ask him out. You told me you had a thing for him even before his transformation from nerd to mystery man. You're one of the most beautiful girls in the whole school. I can't imagine any guy who wouldn't fall head over heels for you, if only for your buxom chest."

Alan frantically scanned his memories, trying to remember a buxom, beautiful Michelle. There were many Michelles in the school; in fact there were three in his class taught by Glory alone. But he knew it wasn't any of them, since he didn't recognize the voice. He drew a complete blank. Because he was a tit man he knew just about every buxom girl in the school by sight, but he realized he knew few names of any students in the other grades, even if they were pretty girls. It was a big high school.

"Oh, you're just saying that, Ms. Rhymer," he heard Michelle say. He could practically hear her blush.

"No, it's true. You know, I have to confess, Alan and I are very close. He confides in me. He told me that he quite fancies you."

"What?" Alan heard Michelle squeal happily. "Really? I don't believe it!"

Alan thought, Now I'm really puzzled. Certainly Glory knows that's not true. I don't know this Michelle from Adam, much less fancy her! Maybe she's just trying to boost this girl's ego? I hope she's still got the door opened just a crack!

Glory continued, "It's completely true. As a matter of fact, let me come completely clean. Michelle, since I've known you for years and you're one of my closest students, I have a confession to make. Alan and I are actually romantically involved."

Alan was so shocked that he felt like he nearly had a brain aneurysm. He wanted to scream, "NO! SHUT UP!" but he couldn't make a peep. Even if he wasn't gagged, he didn't want to make a sound for fear of being found out by Michelle.

Glory went on, "He's going to kill me for telling you that, but it seems like such a perfect opportunity that I just can't let it pass. You remember how you told me you have a thing for spanking people?"

"Ms. Rhymer! You're embarrassing me!"

"Sorry. It's just that it's all too perfect. You have a thing for Alan, and you have a thing for spanking, and he fancies you. That's why you have to promise to be calm with what I tell you next. ... Alan is in the room with me. In fact, I was spanking him right when you came in."

Alan heard another squeal. He truly thought he would faint, but he somehow managed not to. His heart pounded wildly as he feared what would happen next. He had a good idea of what was coming and was frightened out of his mind.

Glory said, "The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm thinking this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. Would you like to spank him?"

"Alan? Me? Ohmigod! Ohmigod! It would be like a dream come true! He's so handsome. Oh, and his cute but manly face and perfect ass! I could just eat him all up! You can't be serious. This is all some kind of joke, isn't it?"

"Why do you think I've been keeping this door closed to just a crack? I'm very serious. If you promise to stay calm and keep this a complete secret, I'm prepared to open the door and show you Alan. But you have to SWEAR never to tell a soul!"

Alan squirmed. He wanted to get up and somehow get Glory to shut up, or close the door. He wished he could cry out, "Traitor!" But he couldn't get up or even speak. He was trembling so badly that he couldn't have stood up even if he wasn't tied up and blindfolded.

"I promise! Oh, I promise! I can't believe it! Ohmigod!"

"Keep it down. Now, get ready for a shock. The reason you haven't heard from Alan is because he has a gag in his mouth. He's also tied up and wearing a blindfold. He's not wearing any underwear, either. When I open this door up, you're going to see his butt. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Oh yes! This is so exciting! I still can't believe it!"

"Believe it."

Alan heard the sound of the door opening. The creaking of the door was the most frightening sound he ever heard in his life.

CHAPTER 11

"Oh. My. God." Michelle was obviously flabbergasted.

He heard the sound of the door closing. Then he heard Glory say, "Do you believe it now?"

"Ms. Rhymer! No way! Wait till I tell... Oh damn. I can't tell anyone. Shit!"

"Let's put it this way. If you tell anyone you won't get a repeat performance. But if you're silent, who knows what might happen? Now let's go over to Alan and see how he's doing."

Glory walked over to Alan and took his gag off.

Alan was so stunned by all these recent events that he didn't know what to say, now that he could finally talk. After a long pause, he said, "Glory. What the HELL?!"

She giggled and then whispered in his ear, "I'm so sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you. But I felt like this was some kind of harmonic convergence. Her telling me she liked spanking - no one told me that before. And you bent over like this. What are the odds? A million to one. It just had to be. Not only that, but she really has the hots for you and she's amazingly hot. Believe me, by the time this is over, you're going to be so glad I did this."

Alan whispered back, "But Glory, I just can't handle it. I know I'm only eighteen, but I swear to God I'm going to have a heart attack. If I don't, at the very least I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. I'm scared shitless!"

To his surprise, Glory put the gag back in his mouth. He suddenly wanted to demand that she untie him and take the blindfold off, but it was too late.

Then she apparently went back to Michelle and said out loud, "Michelle, he's very frightened. Understandably so. Let me take charge here. Don't do anything unless I order it. Don't say anything except for 'yes' when you're spoken to. You think you can handle that?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Just like that. Now we need to calm him down. Like I said, I'm romantically involved with him. What I'm going to do next may seem shocking, but I'm afraid it's the only way to calm him down. I'm going to fondle his penis for a bit. Can you handle that?"

"Yes."

"Good. You just sit there."

The next thing Alan knew, he felt Glory's hands on his penis. Soon she began giving him a most enthusiastic handjob.

Alan had experienced more handjobs and blowjobs in recent weeks than he could possibly count, but this one was possibly the most emotionally intense. He felt like his whole body was literally on fire, and it seemed like his penis was well and truly burning. Not being able to see heightened his other senses to a surprising degree.

Yet Glory was right. He did find himself calming down, thanks to the movements of her hands. He tried to shut out all of the humiliations and forget that Michelle was there altogether. He focused all his thoughts on Glory and how good she made him feel.

Then, without warning, Glory's hands disappeared and he felt her tongue upon his shaft. This was strange since he was lying face down and his penis was pointing straight down. He realized she had to be underneath him, lying on the floor or perhaps with her head on some kind of stool, in order to get her mouth on his penis.

It felt so amazingly good that he nearly completely forgot about Michelle. But every now and then he would realize with a start that he was being watched by a total stranger. These realizations would hit him like a jolt, and his whole body would tense up. This prevented him from completely relaxing and losing his fear.

Glory gently massaged his balls with one hand. When she felt them tense up, she vacated his position, knowing he wouldn't want to shoot cum all over the floor with a stranger watching and that his PC muscle control would prevent an orgasm.

She stood up and said, "I hope you didn't mind that, Michelle. It seems he's doing much better. Once Alan gets to know you better, I'm sure he'd like you to do that, too. Would you like to suck him off?"

"Yes."

"I knew you would. Even better, would you like to spank him right now?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. The only thing I ask is that you get naked first. Believe you me, I'm certainly not lesbian. It's just that's how we do things around here. I was naked when I was spanking him before you came in. Do you want to get naked?"

"Yes."

"Good. I will too."

Alan waited a while and listened to the sound of women's clothes as they fell to the floor, piece by piece.

He thought, This is truly unreal. Glory's right. The odds of this happening are a million to one. Actually, now that I think about it, there have been so many things happening to me recently that are a million to one odds. Billions to one. No one has this kind of luck. It's simply not possible. There must be some kind of magic.

Oh my God! I just had a thought. What if someone around here has magical powers and is toying with me? It has to be something like that. Except that I don't believe in magic. There's no God, either. Maybe more realistically, what if Glory is the one who set this whole spanking thing up? What if she did know Michelle's secrets already and the two of them arranged all of this in advance? It has to be!

But just as he reached this conclusion, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud slap. He figured that Michelle was spanking him now. She spanked just as hard or harder than Glory did. His shame burned anew. He tightly closed his eyes under his blindfold and wished he could crawl into a hole and die.

After Michelle's second spank, Glory said, "Michelle, it's a bit tough on Alan to be spanked like that. We try to sweeten the pot a bit by stroking his penis between the spankings. Usually the spanker does it. Normally I wouldn't be so bold as to ask you, but since you're already fondling yourself, just like I am, I figured you'd be game. I could do it, or you could do it. Do you want to do it?"

"Yes."

Alan felt hands on his penis again. They were colder this time, but they still felt fantastic. Michelle apparently just wanted to fondle him for a while. Then one hand disappeared and he felt another spank come crashing down.

He felt like his brain was going to explode. His penis was on the verge of ejaculation and his ass was on fire. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to know what was going on. He yelled into his gag. Although he couldn't say anything coherent, he hoped Glory would hear his cries and take the gag off.

Thankfully, she did just that.

As soon as she did, he ordered, "Take the blindfold off! NOW!"

She took that off too and came around in front of him.

He was nearly blinded by the brightness of light after having his eyes in pitch darkness for so long. He saw a vague shape he guessed to be Glory and then he had to close his eyes again.

He asked urgently, "What the hell is going on? Just what is happening? This is all a scam, isn't it? This is some kind of trick!"

Glory chuckled and then said, "Damn. You found me out, after all."

Alan was so surprised by that that he opened his eyes again and tried to look at her face. He looked down and saw that, indeed, she was completely naked (except for her black stockings). As his eyes focused he realized she was also very happy and laughing.

She appeared to be oblivious to how much he'd suffered, but she started to get some sense from the anger and anguish in Alan's face. It was extremely rare for him to be truly angry.

She said, "That was the most fun I ever had. I'm really sorry I tricked you. I promise I'll make it up to you, and I'm not lying about that. I'll do anything. I just hope you forgive me."

"Please untie my hands," he demanded.

She quickly did so.

He was now able to get up. As he stood and stretched his legs, he asked, "Where's Michelle? Michelle, I'm really sorry that-"

He looked around the room and did a double take. Then a triple take. There was no one else in the room but him and Glory. He asked, dumbly, "Glory, where did Michelle go? Is she hiding somewhere? In the closet?"

He started to walk towards the closet.

But Glory stopped him. "Wait."

He froze.

She continued, with puzzlement in her voice, "I thought you knew. There is no Michelle. It was just me the whole time."

Alan again felt like his head would simply pop off. Again, he nearly fainted from sheer amazement. He had to sit down. He still frantically scanned the room because he didn't know what to believe anymore. His eyes finally saw a small tape recorder on Glory's desk. There was a notepad next to it.

Glory noticed where he was staring. She walked over to the tape recorder and hit play.

He heard Michelle's voice say "Yes."

She hit the stop button. Then she hit the play button and played Michelle saying "Yes" again. Then again. And again. Glory stopped the tape recorder and put it back on the desk. She looked mirthful, but also serious. She was worried that she'd gone too far with her practical joke.

Alan was slow on the uptake. "You mean, there's no Michelle? But the hands on my penis! The dialogue earlier! Who was that?"

"The hands? Those were my hands, but I put some cold cream on them first to give them a different feel and make you think otherwise. And the dialogue? I wrote that out earlier and read my lines from the notepad. The tape recorder played Michelle's voice up to the point where I allowed you to talk. Beyond that I didn't know for sure what would happen, so I arranged it that Michelle would only have to say 'Yes' after that."

"But, but, but it was so real! The creaking of the door! That scared the shit out of me!"

"I recorded that, too. Last night. I've been planning this for a while. I was standing by the door at that point, so it would sound just right."

"Holy fuck. No way." He sat, stunned.

Now Glory was confused. "But you said you realized it was a scam. What did you mean?"

"I meant that you must have planned this in advance with this Michelle. No way could it all have happened spontaneously."

"Hmm. Good guess. But not right. Too bad, though. I was going to have Michelle come back for repeat visits, but now you'd see right through that."

Alan sighed with relief, his heart still pounding. "Crap. Thank God I figured it out, because you just took five years off of my life. I wouldn't have survived repeat visits." He still just sat and pondered as his breath calmed down.

After a bit, Glory said, "Now comes the part where you kill me." She was very apprehensive about what he'd think of her now.

Alan thought things through, then said, "No, I'm not going to kill you. Yes, I am upset. Very upset. Please don't ever do that again! I mean, I know you were just trying to have fun and take the role-play to the next level, but do you have any idea how frightening that was? I was literally scared shitless. It's a good thing I didn't have anything in my bladder or I certainly would have peed in my pants. Actually I'm not wearing pants, but whatever. Being in the dark and tied up is so fucking scary! I don't EVER want to feel that totally helpless again. There were parts that were so intensely arousing, but there were parts that were just bad scary."

"I'm sorry," Glory sincerely apologized, "but the blindfold and the rest was the only way I could figure out how to do it without you finding out Michelle wasn't there. Are you mad at me? I promise I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything. Just don't leave angry!"

He sat and stared at her. She was still completely naked, while he still wore a T-shirt and nothing else. She looked very sad and regretful.

He thought, How can I stay mad at someone so beautiful and loving? She just thought it would be good fun. She didn't realize the sheer terror I went through. You can't imagine what it's like unless you've gone through it. I love these role-plays, but we have to have limits and that one went too far.

But I did kind of deserve it, especially after all the cruel things I called Heather today. Now I can see how the other half lives. Talking about subservience, that is true subservience. Wow. Unreal.

He stood up and put his clothes on. Finally he said, "I'm not mad at you. Actually, I am, a bit, but I'll get over it soon enough. Don't worry. And believe me, when you say you'll do anything to make it up, you will. I don't know what I'm going to do to you, but it'll be something to remember!"

"That's the spirit!" Glory said joyfully. She knew that he still wanted to see her, but she was nonetheless relieved to hear him say it.

He got ready to walk out of the room, but Glory stood up and grabbed him by the arm. "Don't go. For one thing, you never did get off. I can give you an extra special deep throating."

"Thanks, but I'm not in the mood. I'm in a really freaked out mode."

"Oh. ... But wait. I'll bet you're thinking that she can't possibly know what that was like."

"Damn straight!"

"And you'd be right. That's why you need to show me. You've never even spanked me yet, and now I've spanked you twice. And Michelle's done it once." She couldn't help adding that, and laughed.

Alan laughed too, though not as happily.

She continued, "We still have the blindfold, gag, and rope here. A spanking set up all ready to go. I think you need to give me at least a taste of what you went through, so I can try to understand."

"I'm in a bad mood," he growled. "You don't want me to spank you now, because I'm not going to take it easy."

She bent over a student's desk and presented her ass to him. "I'm a teacher, and I can tell you that the best way to really find something out is by doing it. Will her star pupil spank her too hard? Or be timid and not spank hard enough? Inquiring minds want to know." She giggled and winked.

"Glory, you're a lot weirder than I thought. I thought you were totally straight-laced." He picked up the ruler. "Now get ready for the spanking of your life."

Glory smiled very happily. "Young man, if you keep this up, I think you just might pass my class with flying colors."

He let his hand clutching the ruler fly down. He felt greatly relieved as the tension flowed out of him. Now that he could think a bit more clearly, he recalled her promise to let her do anything. With the ruler raised to deliver another spanking, he said, "Anything? Glory do you really mean anything? Even... You know?"

"Yes. Especially... you know. But not today. I want the mood to be special. Let's not talk about it today. Just think about it and we'll make our plans. Oh, and by the way, don't get the wrong idea. I don't want to do it because I feel like I owe you for this, I want to do it because my feelings for you are so strong. But maybe today is a sign that we should do it sooner rather than later. And put the blindfold on me, so I can really understand what you felt."

Alan smiled. Maybe that was worth it, after all. If there isn't a God, then who is smiling down on me?

Alan was utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. He'd blindfolded, gagged, and tied Glory up, and, to top it off, gave her a thorough spanking. He wasn't the kind of person to really hurt someone, but he was so worked up from what she did to him that he spanked her as hard as he could bear to.

Glory clearly loved it, and she came more times than he could count. It seemed like one continuous orgasm for her. He frigged her during the spanking, but surprisingly, he himself didn't get aroused. He was still too shocked from the whole "Michelle" experience. And even though she again offered every sexual act she could think up to please him short of outright fucking, he turned them all down.

He walked home in a complete daze. He still didn't know what to think about what Glory did. Was it fiendishly brilliant fun? Or intolerably mean and cruel? Perhaps both? And what did it say about Glory's personality? He wanted to sleep on it.

Halfway home, the thought struck him that "Michelle's" voice sounded too different to have been made by Glory. That greatly puzzled him the rest of the way home. He resolved to ask Glory about it the first chance he got. Further on, it occurred to him that he'd never checked the closet to see if Michelle was there. That got him so curious that he wanted to call Glory right away, but he realized that despite all they'd been through, he didn't know her telephone number.

He staggered onwards to his home, almost fearing the possibility of more sexual action.

CHAPTER 12

Alan's school day was over, but Amy's was not. As she was walking to the bike racks to go home, Christine came running after her, shouting, "Amy! Amy!"

Amy looked at Christine with fear because Christine had an intense stare that could easily be mistaken for anger. So she was on the defensive when Christine caught up with her and asked in an urgent voice, "Is it true?"

If looks could kill, Amy would have dropped dead right then from the intense stare Christine was aiming at her.

Bewildered and afraid, Amy defensively replied, "Is what true?"

Christine looked around. There were a few other people wandering down the same pathway, also heading to the bike racks. So Christine guided her onto a lawn away from everyone else. Then seeing the coast was clear, she asked in a still-breathless voice, "Is it true that you're going out with Alan now? I just heard that's what you were telling people at lunch."

Amy's face broke into a big smile. "It's true! I'm his official girlfriend!"

Christine was crushed, but she tried not to let it show. However, she couldn't help but frown and scowl in frustration. "Is that so. How did it happen?"

Amy recalled that Alan had asked Christine out and she was uncertain what Christine's attitude might be, especially given her dour expression. So she answered vaguely, "Alan and I worked it out last night." Then she probed, "Are you okay with that? You're not mad at me or Alan, are you?"

Christine lied, "No, not at all. In fact, I'm glad. He's a great guy and you're a great girl, so I'm sure you'll make a great pair."

"M'kay. Cool. Thanks. But if you're all cool with it, then why are you all frowny?"

Christine realized that she wasn't hiding her strong emotions that well and struggled to come up with a plausible explanation. There was a pause before she lied, "Um, well, I'm not mad at you. It's just that I also heard that he's with someone else. So someone was lying to me."

It was a lame explanation, but apparently Amy bought it. Amy's body language eased. She said, "Oh, well, that's probably true, depending who you mean by that."

Christine was taken aback. "What do you mean? Alan has two girlfriends? Or did he just break up with one? If he had a girlfriend already I think I would have heard about it!"

Amy looked around to see if the coast was clear. It was, so she whispered, "Christine, can you keep a secret?"

This was unexpected. "Yeah?"

"Well, I'm not sure if I am supposed to tell people this, but since you're Alan's friend and all, I'm sure you'll hear about it soon enough. You see, Alan and I have kind of an arrangement. I'm his girlfriend now, and it's all official and everything, but he's still free to sleep around with other women. And he does. Boy, he sure does!" She giggled a little, but it was a nervous giggle because she wasn't sure of Christine's reaction. The two girls didn't know each other that well.

Christine was floored. "Wait a minute. He can sleep around, but what about you?"

Amy looked a bit abashed. "Um, well, if I wanted to be with another woman that would be okay..." She was embarrassed to say that, but continued more forcefully, "But it's totally cool 'cos I don't want to be with another guy anyways. I'm like, totally super duper happy with Alan. Really!"

Christine was now both floored and mortified. "Amy, my God! I'm so pissed at him. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind! Do you realize he's taking advantage of you? You're so innocent and naïve, and he thinks he can walk all over you. The outrage! What a jerk!"

Amy waved her hands frantically in the air. "No, no! It's not like that! Can you give me a chance to explain?"

Christine was working herself into an angry lather, but she held back from exploding, at least temporarily. She said testily, "Fine. But there's no excuse."

Amy said, "No, there is. See, first off, the truth is, I kind of tricked Alan into being my boyfriend." She paused, and asked with great worry, "You promise to keep all of this super secret?"

"Yes." Christine was bursting with impatience. She was practically ready to clobber Alan with two fists the next time she saw him.

"It's true. I kind of led him along about some stuff. It's a long story. But the point is, I knew exactly what I was getting into all along. If anything, you should be mad at me for taking advantage of him to grab the prized official girlfriend spot." She cowered as she waited for Christine's reaction.

Christine didn't completely explode as Amy had half-expected her to. But she hotly exclaimed, "What?! That doesn't make any sense. He gets to sleep with anyone he wants and you don't, and he's the one who's tricked? Amy, dear, I need to straighten some things out for you."

"Christine, please don't treat me like a kid." Amy looked around again as she considered what to say. She was frustrated. Making her decision, she continued, "I'm gonna be totally honest with you because I know how Alan feels about you. I hope he doesn't get mad at me, but that's better than you charging at him all angry like a, well, like a meanie crazy girl. The thing is, lately, he's sort of become a super stud kind of guy. He has sex a LOT these days."

Christine, still pissed, said, "Yes, I've heard some of the rumors. And frankly, the details of his sex life or your sex life are probably none of my business. I don't care if he has sex five times a day, that's no excuse for the gross inequality-"

Amy cut her off. "Six, actually."

"What?"

"Six times a day. At least. That's how often he, you know, shoots his stuff. Every single day. It's a lot! He's some kind of non-stop sex guy. There's just no way I could handle taking care of his needs that much. Why, even before I became his official girlfriend, I was helping out, helping him shoot his stuff, you know, stroking it and sucking on his thingy-"

Christine interrupted, "You don't need to be so graphic. Let's call it climaxing."

"M'kay. So he climaxes a lot. He's got some girls to help here at school and others like me come over to help him at home. It's nice for me 'cos I live right next door. So I already know how it is and it's a bigger job than I can handle alone. And speaking of big, you should see his thingy!" She giggled. "There's no way I could manage to swallow so many gallons of all that tasty cum, all by myself. I mean, my jaw gets downright tired, and my hands do too! True, I don't have as much practice doing it with him as some of the others, but still..."

Christine's head was reeling. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She'd heard some rumors about Alan's new sexual prowess, but this far exceeded anything she'd ever imagined. "Wait a minute. Hold on, here. What are you saying? Does he have some kind of abnormality or something?"

Amy considered giving Christine a hint about Alan's medical diagnosis, but decided that she'd been sworn to complete secrecy on that. So instead she said, "I don't know. Do you consider a giant, fat, and constantly hard thingy an abnormality? Personally, I think it's pretty great!"

Christine's anger was giving way to complete confusion. "Hold on, hold on. Wait. You're telling me Alan has so much sex that it takes a whole team of girls to take care of him?!"

"Yep!" Amy giggled. "Pretty much. And we all practically have a big ol' cat fight to see who gets to be the next one to take care of him, you know, to be the one to swallow his next big load. Gosh, his cum is so sweet and he just cums SOOO much! And his cock- oops! I mean his thingy, it's just so big and smooth and throbby. It's like, you just totally want to hold it and stroke it all the time. At least, I do. I don't know if it's nine inches or ten inches or what - I should ask - but it's totally PUUURRfect! If it was any bigger it would be too much and I wouldn't be able to put it in my mouth."

Christine was still reeling and slow on the uptake. "You, you... put it in your mouth?!"

Amy smiled proudly. "Only all the time! But also, not nearly as much as I want. If you only knew how good it feels, you'd be lining up to do it too. Gosh, when he slides his big fat thingy between my lips I get so hot that I get all juicy down below, if you know what I mean. It's soooo big that it just barely fits in my straining mouth and it really can tire my jaws out. But running my tongue up and down and all around and around and around it is a real kick! It just makes me wetter and wetter. And then the big payoff, and I do mean big. That's when he shoots all his sweet stuff down my throat. That the best! It's the bestest thing ever, just about! And somehow, I think blowjobs are even more fun when you share them. Two tongues are better than one! Don't you think?"

Christine stammered, "Share?!" She was so overwhelmed that she felt dizzy. She looked around and found the two of them were still alone. "I have to sit down." She wandered over to a nearby bench in a complete daze. She was no longer looking at Amy, she was staring off into space. XX06

Amy followed her and looked at her with concern. She wondered if she'd said too much. Amy generally believed in total honesty and liked to share things unless she was specifically told not to. It was a habit that had got her in trouble before and she hoped it hadn't caused problems again.

"Please don't talk about his 'thingy' so much, okay?"

"M'kay. Sorry."

Christine recovered enough to look at Amy and say, "That can't be. I KNOW Alan. He's a nice guy. He's a smart guy, a kind guy, but no sex machine. I mean, I've been an acquaintance for a couple of years now. I think I would have noticed something."

Amy explained, "Oh, that's a simple mistake. You see, he only started getting like this recently. In fact, it started a few days after he asked you out, now that I think about it. Maybe that had something to do with it. Like, he was waiting for you for a long time and when that didn't work out he went whole hog with everyone else. That could be part of it."

Christine really hated to hear that.

Amy went on, "In any case, he doesn't like to boast. You know how modest he is. But believe me, he's great in bed. Every girl he plays with, they always have lots and lots of climaxes. So maybe now you can see why so many want to be his official girlfriend and why I kind of had to trick him to win out. Any girl he picked, and he has lots to choose from, they'd all agree to the same conditions in a heartbeat."

Christine stared blankly into the distance. "That's wrong. It's so wrong. Unfair!" On one level she was speaking about Alan's greater freedoms in the relationship, but on a different level she was lamenting her bad luck in turning him down.

She thought, When he asked me out, how was I to know he was some kind of latent sex machine, just waiting for the chance to come out? In fact, he sounds so virile that it's almost scary. Maybe I was lucky to turn him down because I don't think I could handle all that sexual energy. My goodness!

Amy watched Christine for a while. Finally, she asked, "So, you're not still mad at him? I don't want you to be mad at him or at me."

Christine snapped back to reality. "Mad? Well... I don't know. Mad may not be the right word. I still think he's taking advantage of you in a very unfair and inequitable way. What kind of romance can last when there's so many... helpers? I just can't... I just can't understand. This is too strange. I'm gonna need some time to think about this."

Amy was a bit relieved to hear that, but said, "I took kind of a big risk telling you all that. I thought it would be important for you to understand how much things have changed since he asked you out. He's my official boyfriend now and I plan to keep him." Amy was easy going, but not a complete pushover. She was telling Christine all this in part to mark her territory.

Christine, still shell shocked, looked up at Amy. "Keep him? But what about all those helpers? How can you keep him when you don't even have him now?"

Amy just shook her head. "You don't understand. Alan loves me completely. The fact that he loves some other girls doesn't lessen his love for me one bit. It's like a parent loving their kids - if they have a second child that doesn't mean the first one is less loved all of a sudden, right?"

She added confidentially, "Just between you and me, I think Alan could be my 'Mr. Right.' I'm gonna stick with him as long as I can. Forever, hopefully, if everything works out like it should. Maybe you don't understand all that's happening, but don't try to undermine our relationship, m'kay? Please don't go to him and protest how unfair it all is and make him mad. It works for him AND it works for me, so if you can't understand that or don't like it, then sorry but tough tooties."

Christine looked at Amy with newfound surprise and respect. She'd never known Amy to take a defiant stand like this before. She said, "Okay, I promise not to undermine you. I do like you Amy, and I wish you the best with him. On the other hand, I can't keep quiet about such an injustice. But I promise not to complain to anyone else about it and tone down what I do say to him. For instance, I won't rip his arms off the next time I see him."

"Thanks." Amy smiled. But then she frowned and asked, "Oh, and you're not going to tell anyone about this stuff I just told you, are you?"

"No. Definitely not, since you told me in confidence."

"Good. I mean, it's not really a big secret what a great lover he is or about how much help he gets, but I kinda wanna make sure people won't freak out before I go telling just anybody."

"Well, thanks for telling me about it now. ... Oh, and congratulations."

"Thanks!"

After some more small talk, Amy skipped off happily.

Christine remained brooding on the bench. She thought, That was just about the most painful and downright strange conversation I think I've ever had. I feel like such a heel. I thought he was mine! When I turned him down, I assumed that I could change my mind at any time and he'd be there, waiting for me.

Boy, I sure was wrong about THAT! It wasn't that I didn't want to go out with him ever, it's just that the time wasn't right and I wasn't ready. Now it sounds like I'd have to fight through a whole army of girls to get to him. He must really be something special to have so many after him like that.

She sighed heavily.

It's true that I still have my next non-romantic date with him coming up next week, but what good is that now? I was thinking I could use those to somehow ease into a romantic relationship with him, but now it seems like the non-romantic date will really have to be non-romantic after all.

She sighed again.

Maybe it's for the best. If Alan is anything like Amy and some of these rumors say he is, I don't think I could handle that. He sounds so sexually overwhelming that it frightens me a little. It's almost like Amy is trying to scare me away from him by giving so much explicit detail, trying to break my romantic hopes. Could she be that clever? Nah, not little Amy...

I just wanted a normal boyfriend to do normal things together, not some guy who's climaxing every fifteen minutes or whatever it is. And I CERTAINLY couldn't handle having a bunch of "helpers." That IS an outrage, no matter what Amy says.

Damn.

Christine stood up and wandered home in a very depressed mood.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, DD, Lucky KM, Davy Jones, Gnome, WD40, IBT, Wayac, Sam.I.am, and NightShadow.

Picture suggestions and descriptions of their context

XX01: Heather screaming loudly as she's fucked by Alan.

XX02: Susan licking Alan's balls while stroking the lower part of his cock. Katherine sucking on his cockhead with one of her hands on Susan's head.

XX03: Susan screaming while having her nipples twisted by Alan, his cum shooting onto both hers and Katherine's faces.

XX04: A topless Suzanne bending over to pull out a shirt from the underwear cabinet.

XX05: Glory in the act of running, her blouse being grabbed and ripped open by Alan.

XX06: Christine sitting on a bench, not looking at anything with a sad/confused expression.

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