Spacer X Stories: Part 28

As a result, she didn't wear anything especially revealing on Thursday morning. She successfully discouraged Katherine from doing so as well. But still, by now even "normal" female clothes in the Plummer household would be far beyond the pale in any ordinary household.

When Alan came downstairs, Susan stopped him from "getting her attention" before he'd even gotten near her. She said, "Tiger, I've decided that once you touch me I go crazy, so it's better that you just don't touch me at all this morning. I have to keep myself in check until this psychologist appointment tomorrow. Then, mercifully, you have your Boy Scout trip for the weekend, so I'm hoping by the end of that I can get in a state of mind where I can control my urges a little better."

Alan wasn't so keen on having her control her urges better, but he let her be. He could tell all these changes had been tough on her and she needed some space.

She still flashed him a copious amount of tit and ass all though breakfast, even if she kept her resolve not to allow any touching.

He wore a dark blue robe to breakfast, since he knew that, whatever his mother's mood, odds were good he was going to get pleasured before school by somebody, just the same. He thought it had gotten a bit silly just how often he had to take his shorts off in the course of a day and he had visions of relaxing in robes more often than not from now on. He fancied himself a new Hugh Hefner of sorts.

Katherine gave him a very long and passionate kiss once she came downstairs. She was all too eager to make up for the lack of kisses and touches Susan normally gave Alan each morning.

But Susan did not let Katherine kiss her, as well. Despite all the other kissing Susan had done, apparently her boundaries (as defined that morning, at least) considered that improper.

Alan felt cavalier. He thought, I'll take care of that reluctance soon enough.

As part of Susan's new "take it easy" policy, she said, "Angel, as you can see I'm taking a bit of a break from helping Tiger with his problem today. I was hoping you could lend him a hand - or a mouth. After all, he still has all that terrible spermy build up and it would break my heart if he had to touch himself to make it better. Plus, I want to make up to you the way I've been hogging Alan Junior lately. So what do you say?"

Katherine laughed. "Boy, that's a tough one. Hmm." She giggled. "Tell you what, Mom. I'll do it if you help with the visual stimulation part."

"I couldn't," Susan protested, although anyone looking at her could tell she relished the prospect.

"Mother, don't make me tell you twice," Katherine chided. She turned around a phrase that Susan often used on her and Alan when they were younger.

Susan bowed her head in defeat. She loved being ordered around by her children. Still with her head down and blushing profusely, she walked to the middle of the dining room and dropped all her clothes to the floor. "Tiger, since you have total power over what clothes I wear, what should I cook in?"

"I think one of your erotic aprons should do the trick," Alan said as his sister's fingers wrapped around his erection.

So Alan was pleasured with a nice long handjob while Susan cooked breakfast in another one of her erotic aprons. Katherine and Alan sat at the kitchen counter so they could both better appreciate Susan running around the kitchen.

Susan had taken to keeping all of most important cooking ingredients and implements in the lowest drawers possible. Even the lowest rack in the refrigerator now kept all the most frequently used foods. In her mind she liked to think of the new arrangement as her "porn kitchen."

Thanks to this new setup, Susan seemed to spend most of her time bent over with her legs spread wide and straight as boards.

As if that wasn't arousing enough, she and Katherine tried to keep an erotic banter going while Alan just sat there and listened. Katherine ended up doing most of the talking, describing the girls in school she thought were most "Alan-worthy." Susan didn't know most of the girls mentioned, but she still made helpful suggestions about all the sexual things Alan could do to them.

Alan enjoyed the stealth stroking during his meal, but he didn't want it to end in just another handjob. Even after twenty minutes of steady and talented stroking, when he finished eating he felt he wasn't even near an orgasm.

He thought how best to exploit the situation. Since his mother said she didn't want to touch him, he didn't want to trick her into violating that - that wasn't his way, to directly subvert her wishes. However, he thought it would be nice if Susan and Katherine could physically bond some more. He figured that could help Susan in her slide to further sexual debauchery.

Recalling their previous morning kiss to help him, he pretended that he was having trouble keeping erect. He thought of disgusting things to force himself to lose the erection.

The only problem was, between the constant stroking, Susan's sexy body contortions, and the non-stop arousing discussions, there was no way for Alan to lose his erection. He was lucky he hadn't climaxed already.

So he decided to pretend. "Oh no, Sis. Looks like I'm getting flaccid." He winked at Katherine and motioned at her towards Susan, then made silent kissy motions, so his sister got wise to his game.

"Brother, what's going on? I'm trying my best." Katherine pretended to stroke his dick even more vigorously, but in fact it only looked that way from where Susan was because her hand merely slid over open air around it. Katherine and Alan had the same goal in mind: a repetition of the kiss between Katherine and Susan.

"Oh dear," said Susan when she noted Alan's predicament as she walked back over from the kitchen to collect the dishes (Katherine briefly reverted to really jacking him off while Susan was looking closely). "You've finished eating and you're losing it. You're not your usual erect self. Angel, dear, can't you try any harder?"

Katherine falsely complained. "I've been trying everything." Then she eagerly asked, "Big Thermos Bottle Brother, would it help if Mom and I kissed again, like we did the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah, that would be a big help, Sticky Little Sister," Alan said, but even the idea of the kiss made it hard for him to keep up his flaccid pretense.

Luckily, Susan and Katherine already looked at each other hungrily.

There were a lot of things Susan could have suggested to do first. For instance, she could have asked Katherine to swallow Alan's penis and see if a blowjob would be more effective. Or she could have tried a handjob or blowjob herself. But she didn't make these suggestions because she was very keen on being "forced" to do the kiss, even though she tried to maintain the pretense to herself and the others that she wasn't.

She said in a reluctant voice, "I suppose we'll have to do that then.... But Angel, this is for Tiger's special problem this morning, so let's not make this a regular habit, okay?"

She thought, Here I go again! I was just saying to myself how I have no self-control, and now look at me. Why do I have the feeling we're going to be doing this every morning before long? This is why I need to see the psychologist, to get some self-control. I'm completely nonfunctional except as a cocksucker and sex object. How will I survive in society without my husband's money, if I keep going like this?

"Okay," replied Katherine, also knowing full well that when Susan said something like that it invariably meant a further slide down the slippery slope. But it was good to stay mum about such things.

But Susan was hot to trot. Not allowing herself to even touch her son's penis all morning, plus all the talking and posing, had put her in a desperate state. To her own surprise, she then asked Alan, "Do you think that will be enough? I'm so worried about those cum-filled balls of yours. It would probably be best if you have a really powerful ejaculation so you can keep them well drained until lunch when some nubile sweet young things spread their legs for you. Would it help more if we both took some more clothes off first?"

Alan wanted to laugh at his wonderful yet absurd life. He barely managed to keep a straight face as he replied, "That would be better, just to be on the safe side. Probably best if you both get completely naked." That last comment was a bit superfluous since both Susan and Katherine were down to one piece of clothing by then already.

Inwardly he was bursting with glee. God bless Mom! She's always full of surprises. It's not enough that I cum all over my own mother and sister before school every morning, but now they've got to be "powerful ejaculations." I love it!

Susan also was bursting on the inside but tried to hide her bliss on the outside. She attempted to maintain a stern face as she said, "Well, if you insist."

She thought to herself, I'm so hot thinking about kissing Katherine again, I just HAVE to get naked! I'm beginning to think like Amy; clothes are just so WRONG! Maybe if I get naked and give Katherine a really intense kiss, Alan will see what a slut I am. It's important that I disabuse him of his illusions about me. Then he'll know why I have to get help for my uncontrollable, sinful cravings. Maybe this psychologist will tell me that I'm a hopeless case and that there's no recourse for me but to me a naked cum-guzzling slut for my son, for ever and ever! We have to get over his aversion to the word "slut," because we're all his happy sluts! First, I'll give him a slutty strip tease performance. He seemed to really enjoy that the other night, so I should do more of those.

Susan started dancing to a tune in her head while stripping. She only had the apron to take off, so she made extremely slow work of it.

Katherine saw what Susan was doing, stood up, and started dancing and gyrating while ever so slowly taking her shirt off. This put them in direct competition with each other for Alan's attentions.

Alan could see trouble brewing from this situation. He had them stand right next to each other so he could pretty much gawk at both of them at the same time. That kept the jealousy in check, though Susan and Katherine did shoot some competitive looks at each other while they stripped. He kept his hands over his hard-on in the probably unnecessary precaution of preventing his mother from seeing that his penis was already hard, and thus calling off the kiss.

He thought to himself as he surreptitiously rubbed his erection in his hands, I've probably seen more tits and ass in the last couple of weeks alone than most men see in their entire lifetimes. I wonder how many other kids in my class this morning are getting blown and stroked all through breakfast and then get to see their sister and mother do a striptease and passionate mouth-to-mouth kiss? Ha! Nobody!

And nobody has a sister and mother who look half as hot as mine do either.

Well, now that I think about it, I guess Brad does. But I've stolen Amy and Suzanne from that family completely. It's like I have two mothers and sisters now. I'd like to know Brad better so I could find out why he's such a fucking idiot not to bang them, not that I'd ever try to enlightening him on his stupidity. But dang, look at this!

Alan was distracted by the way that both Katherine and Susan leaned forward and let their tits drop down. Looking at each other, as if reading minds, they smiled and then simultaneously moved their shoulders so their boobs started to swirl around in circles. With their eyes still seductively locked on one another, they managed to keep their boobs swinging in perfect time. Then they looked at him and smiled giant shit-eating grins.

Susan must have known that if that didn't keep Alan hard than nothing on Earth could. She asked him, "Tiger, how's it hanging? Are you still going to force me to make out with my own daughter?"

He looked down into his lap as if he didn't know that he had a raging and pulsing erection already. He lied, "Not good. I guess it's all wiped out from yesterday. A really sultry kiss may be my only hope." He hated to directly lie to Susan, but in this case it was okay because he knew that she really knew what was happening and that she wanted him to lie about it. There was no way she couldn't see how stiff his erection was, even with both of his hands covering it.

CHAPTER 2

Susan sighed theatrically. "You heard what he said, Angel. I guess we're going to have to pretend to be two totally lesbian nymphos, deeply in love with each other."

The two of them wordlessly leaned into each other and held on in a tight embrace. They exchanged deep, loving looks and for the moment Alan was forgotten. Both of them knew there was no pretending needed about them being deeply in love with each other.

Then the two women went at it with gusto. They engaged in a thorough lip lock, tongues happily dueling in each other's mouths. Their hands roamed everywhere, much more than their last kiss on Alan's behalf, which was saying something.

Katherine stuck her leg between Susan's, and used her thigh to rub against her mother's hairy puss.

Then Susan did the same to her daughter. Their thighs became quite wet from all the flowing pussy juices being spread around.

Katherine mostly kept her hands on Susan's ass, slowly working her way into her ass crack and then down until she could touch her pussy. By the end of the kiss, she had found her mother's clit and was rubbing it vigorously.

Many minutes later, Susan suddenly became aware of the time and the need for her children to get to school. She finally disentangled her body from her daughter and then, panting, belatedly remembered Alan's penis.

She walked around the table so she could have a good look at his crotch. She saw to her dismay that he was openly masturbating himself to the sight of the kiss.

She pointed her finger accusingly and said, "Tiger, don't you EVER let me catch you masturbating yourself, not when your sister or your mommy can help you out instead! That's an order! We live to guzzle your thick cum juice down our throats, and it just breaks my heart to see it wasted. Don't even THINK about touching yourself anymore. Is that clear? You know that the Bible says it's a sin to spill your seed onto the ground. It belongs on or in one of your big-titted babes, and that's an order too!"

"Okay, Mom," Alan said with a roll of his eyes, as if she had criticized him for not taking out the trash. While he still looked away, he felt a warm sensation around his shaft and realized it was Susan's quick acting mouth.

Katherine butted in. "Um, Mom, you said I could do it all by myself this morning, remember?"

Susan's mouth was occupied, but she managed to say, "Yeah but..." <slurp, slurp> "don't you have to ..." <slurp, slurp>  "get ready ..." <slurp, slurp>  "for school now?" <slurp, slurp, slurp>

"I only have to dress and get my book bag."

Susan stopped sucking. "Dammit. All right. This exact damn thing happened to me last night with Suzanne. Why is everyone conspiring to deny me cock? I know I said I shouldn't touch, but how can I keep away and let Alan abuse himself like that?"

No one answered her, so she finally and very reluctantly stood up. However, she still kept one hand on Alan's erection, as if she was permanently tethered to it. "You see? I'm in control. I know how to share." Her hand began to jack her son off even as she said this.

Katherine maneuvered her way in between Alan's legs and said, "Okay, Mom, thank you very much, I'll take over now."

"Oh, poo! ... All right." But Susan still didn't let go. Her hand slipped up and down, up and down, his pre-cum soaked shaft.

"Mom, you have to actually take your hand off of Big Redwood Tree Brother's thick tree trunk." Katherine rather forcibly took Susan's hands away and replaced them with her mouth.

Susan still would not be denied. She managed to keep fondling his balls for a bit until Katherine shifted positions and blocked Susan's access.

Susan stood back, but then asked, "Can I at least finger fuck his ass?"

"Nope." Katherine still felt jealous from the dual striptease. More than that, she resented playing second fiddle to Susan every morning and was determined to hold Susan to her pledge this morning to let her have all of Alan for once.

Susan sighed heavily as she watched her daughter take full control. She said, "Okay. Then you two obviously don't need me." She let out another big sigh, as if fishing for sympathy.

Katherine's body mostly blocked Susan's view of Alan's crotch, so Susan stared at Katherine's backside instead. She found herself fondly recalling the heavy make out session they had just concluded. She was very tempted to roam her hands over Katherine's butt, especially as her daughter's pussy was easily visible as the butt wiggled high in the air.

She thought, I think Alan needs a really powerful ejaculation to get him through the rest of the morning. It's not like I WANT to fondle my daughter's marvelous ass, I'm no lesbian... But if Alan were to think I was getting all lesbo on my own daughter, wouldn't that cause him to shoot his load with even more gusto?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alan. "Sis, that's great, but remember that I have to go to school early today. So I'm not going to hold out long." He wanted to get to school early so he could talk to Glory right away.

Susan watched. She couldn't quite bring herself to roam her hands over her daughter's butt. Frustrated at being only a spectator, she made to leave the room, but was annoyed that no one paid her the slightest attention to her, as they were both far too involved with the blowjob. She said, "Have a good day at school."

Alan grunted in reply, "Thanks, Mom."

Katherine also said, "Thanks, Mom," but her words were muffled by the penis in her mouth.

In a further attempt to get some attention, Susan said, "Angel, I really should punish you for touching me in such naughty ways during our kiss."

But that didn't get any response at all. Katherine seemed completely consumed with her oral task. She was hmmming and moaning and writhing like she was already in the throes of orgasm.

Alan stood up from his stool so his sister could finger fuck his ass as she fondled his balls and sucked his rod with every trick she knew.

She knew he was in a rush, so she tried to make sure he could get off sooner rather than later. She moaned and slurped so loudly that Susan wondered if she'd have to shout to be heard.

Susan continued to stand and stare. She found that she was unable to leave the room, even though she wanted to. She resolved to be good and not masturbate while watching. After all, she thought, this morning she was proving to herself that she had some self-control.

She found herself slowly slipping, literally. Her legs started to spread wider and wider, as if she was slowly doing the splits. Her hands began to wander across her body. She caught them drifting down below her belly button and kept them frozen there, just inches from the top of her dark brown bush.

But then she saw all the signs of Alan's impeding climax. Even from across the room, she could see his balls tighten and Katherine's lips speed their sliding along his thick rod. Within seconds her daughter's head was moving back and forth so frantically that it almost seemed like a blur.

But then, just as suddenly, Katherine's head came to a near stop. Her cheeks bulged and her whole head shook as if the force of Alan's seed was driving her head backwards.

Susan couldn't stop herself any more. She spread her legs even wider and began frigging her pussy with one hand. She brought her other hand to her mouth and stuffed four fingers in it, pushing them in and out as if they were Alan's erection. "Oh God, it's so hot! So hot! Suck him dry, Angel!"

Katherine's eyes rolled up in her head as she had a great orgasmic experience of her own at the same time Alan did.

Katherine found it easier to climax with each passing day. She loved giving blowjobs and couldn't understand how some women didn't like them at all. She loved the feeling of her mouth being completely stuffed to bursting with hot cock. She loved the power of making her brother cum, sometimes even when he'd used every control trick not to. But the kicker was that her own blowjob orgasms were always great. She'd learned that all she had to do was touch her clit at the height of a blowjob and she could get off in time with her brother. Then there was the reward of all the tasty cum to be consumed. She had truly come to love the taste more than the most delicious and sinful dessert imaginable.

Susan knew that delightful taste extremely well. It was the height of frustration for her to have to watch Katherine's cheeks puff in and out because she knew that meant the cum was being consumed by someone else. She could even watch the twitching in her daughter's throat as the cum passed down it. Her whole body fidgeted in frustration as Katherine ostentatiously gargled with Alan's cum and made contented purring sounds.

With Katherine's mouth still holding lots of her brother's cum, she tilted her head back so as not to lose and then managed to say, "Mom, I was listening to you. You mentioned something about punishments. That reminds me. You were supposed to get a spanking yesterday, but it didn't happen because Suzanne was gone all day. But we're not going to forget today. So look forward to that."

Susan gasped and meekly nodded. It was increasingly questionable just who was in charge of the family now - Susan or her children. Most particularly, Alan. Susan knew that he could order her about and she'd follow any command just so long as she got her daily cum fix. She was beyond horny all the time. It was only the fact that Alan was a loving and kind son that saved her from constant degradation and humiliation.

And he had no idea how easy it would be to fuck her in every hole any time he liked. He foolishly continued to believe that when she said no she really meant it.

Seeing Katherine continuing to swirl Alan's cum around in her mouth was more than Susan could take. She'd had a climax of her own and now she was having post-coital second thoughts.

She couldn't even wait to see her children out the door as she always did, not even to get her good-bye kisses. She hurried off to her room to mope about and worry. As far as she was concerned, the psychologist's appointment couldn't come too soon.

For once, Katherine was very happy. Alan had given her the loving attention that he had showered on Suzanne and Susan lately. Her only disappointment was that he'd woken a bit late and left for school early, so he'd only given up one morning load instead of the usual two.

CHAPTER 3

Lately, Alan had gotten good at arriving at school as late as possible to maximize the fun time at home. But he arrived fifteen minutes early because he had some burning questions for Glory. He rushed to her classroom and closed the propped open door behind him. He was glad to see than no other students had arrived yet.

Glory was grading papers behind her desk. She looked up in pleasant surprise to see him.

However, Alan was rather more muted in his affections because he was still miffed by the "Michelle incident" from the day before. He gave her a perfunctory smile, but otherwise tried not to show emotion. He said, "Morning, Glory. I gotta be quick before the other students come in. But I just had to ask you: was there really a Michelle in the closet yesterday? I still can't figure that out."

"No. There wasn't. I told you that already."

"You told me lots of things yesterday, and most of them were tricks and lies. How do I know you're being honest about this?"

She looked up at Alan with concern. "Young man, just what is up with you today? Are you still upset with the spanking?"

"Yes. It was very upsetting. You must have gotten a sense of how I felt when I spanked you at the end while you had the blindfold on. That blindfold was the killer."

"I have some sense now, yes. But maybe it wasn't the same, because you didn't know what was real, and I did. I'll say it again. I'm really sorry. And I swear on my grandfather's grave that there was no Michelle. Pretending and tricking during a role-play is one thing, but I wouldn't lie to you now."

"If there was no Michelle, then whose voice was that on the tape recording? There's no way that was your voice."

"Sorry, that's a secret. I can't tell you, and you'll just have to trust me as to why."

"Glory! Argh! That's frustrating."

"I'm sorry about that too. It's nothing to worry about. Trust me on that. By the way, check this out." She walked to the closet in the corner of the room where Alan thought Michelle had been hidden. She opened the door, reached deep into a pile of junk, and pulled out some clothes. She held them up briefly and revealed them to be nun and priest outfits.

She grinned an infectious grin. "For lunch. Start your role-play fantasizing." She closed the closet and returned to her desk.

"I don't think we should meet for lunch," he said rather petulantly.

"Oh, come on. Don't hold a grudge. How much more sorry can I be? I'm not going to do anything remotely like that to you ever again. Remember that I would do anything to make it up for you? Let me start today. Also, I only have a one day rental on these things, so this is your one chance to act out your nun fantasies."

Alan wavered and finally gave in. "Okay. You got me with the nun thing. But I can only be there twenty minutes at most. I have other people I'd like to spend time with. I'll see you later."

He was still very bitter and hoped that she would understand when he said, "I have other people I'd like to spend time with," he meant, "I'm going to be fucking other women during lunch instead of you." He wanted to upset her and make her jealous.

He left her classroom right as her first students started to knock on the door.

Alan now had three places he needed to be for lunch. He'd promised to finish off Janice's paint job and he also wanted to share lunch with his friends for a rare change. Because of his new commitment with Glory, he went and found Janice and Heather before school started and rescheduled his plans with them for after school. That way, he could spilt his lunch between his male friends and Glory. That also allowed him to put some time between being with the cheerleaders and Glory so he'd have some sexual energy for both.

At lunch, his friends Sean and Peter were so surprised to see him sit down with them at their cafeteria table that they made all kinds of jokes about his appearance. "He eats, Sean," Peter kidded. "Looks like he eats food to live, just like the rest of us."

In fact, Alan didn't eat much lunch any more. Between his time with the cheerleaders and Glory, on most days Alan was lucky if he could snarf down a fruit and a granola bar. He usually had a big snack made by his mother when he got home to make up for it.

"So to what do we owe this great honor?" Sean asked Alan sarcastically, even as he was pleasantly surprised by Alan's appearance. They all got out their lunches and began to eat.

"Well, you know I've got this job as a teacher's aide to Ms. Rhymer. She's giving me a bit of a break today."

"That's what you keep saying," Peter answered suspiciously, "but I saw you rushing over to Building One a couple of times." That was the building where the theater room the cheerleaders used was.

"Yeah, that's true." He had a prepared cover story for that, too. "Truth be told, I've been hanging out with the cheerleaders over there. That's where they're eating lately. Obviously being with my sister, but mostly so I can hang with Amy."

"Oh man! You're eating lunch with Heather?" Sean asked. His crush on Heather bordered on being an obsession.

"Yeah, sometimes. Not all the time." In fact, he'd yet to actually eat any food with the cheerleaders, but he knew the story would mesh with cheerleader sightings there too.

"Shit." Sean was impressed. He'd yet to speak more than a few words to his cheerleader goddess, ever. He was blissfully ignorant of what she was really like. "Can you invite me there too?"

"Well, I'd like to, but it's a private thing. Just between you and me, some of them light up and smoke pot. So they keep the circle small." That also made a good story, as all the cheerleaders did toke up from time to time except for Katherine and Amy, and Alan's friends already knew this.

"Fuck." Sean cursed while he seriously considered starting smoking pot if that would help him get nearer to Heather.

Peter, who wasn't quite as infatuated with Heather, butted in. "So what's this about Amy, then? Don't you see plenty of her at home? You were telling me that she's over at your place all the time. I can just imagine her hanging out by your pool in a string bikini. I hope you take full advantage of some nice views of her wide ass, you lucky dog."

"Hey, don't do too much imagining there!" Stifling the urge to be possessive, Alan continued in a calmer voice, "Actually, I have been seeing a lot of her. You see, we've been getting pretty close lately, and we've actually started going out."

A shocked silence followed. Finally Sean spoke. "Going out? As in, you and her are dating? For real?"

"Yeah. For real." Alan was a bit surprised how shocked his friends were, especially since the school was swirling with rumors of him some kind of mysterious sex stud. But then it occurred to him that because they knew him much better, they had a harder time changing their conceptions of him. Further, they barely were aware of how other peoples' perceptions in the school had been changing. Up until recently, Alan also had made no effort to pay attention to any school gossip.

But there was something in Alan's demeanor that removed all possibilities of kidding. Yet still they could help but express disbelief.

"Shit! No fucking way!" Sean exclaimed.

His two friends Peter and Sean babbled for a minute or two. As far as they knew, Alan was still a virgin and had never even kissed a girl. So they made a big deal about it.

Alan's momentary flash of indignation passed and he smiled at them in tolerant amusement. He felt like he'd matured several years in the last few weeks, and had a hard time relating to what he now saw as their immature ways. He knew they were virgins and had never kissed - only now did he realize just how nerdy his friends had been. Nonetheless, he still liked them very much, despite the growing gap between them.

He said, "I swear, it's true. We're going out." He looked around. Amy sat just a couple of tables away. He stared at her, caught her eye, and motioned her to come over.

Amy came bounding to the table. He smiled as he said to her, "Hey Aims. I've heard you have a new boyfriend. Is it true? Who's the lucky guy?"

She giggled. "You are, silly. You're the best!" She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. She looked at his friends and proudly announced, "Alan is my official boyfriend!" Then she skipped off.

Alan watched Amy return to her seat. As she sat back down with her friends, she turned to him and flashed him the peace sign while giving him a friendly smile.

Alan thought, Wow. Amy is just so endearing and lovable. I'm such a lucky guy. I need to spend more time with her. She's so eager. Definitely tonight, something's gonna happen. There's nothing stopping us from going all the way.

Sean and Peter meanwhile stared at their friend in wide eyed shock.

Alan turned to them and beamed a shy but proud grin. "So you can understand now why I've been completely missing these past weeks. I hate to say it, but if I have a choice between playing computer games with you guys and fondling that ass, I'll take the ass. Wouldn't you? Sorry I've had to keep it secret."

They nodded in understanding. Alan realized this would do wonders to squelch certain rumors, once the word spread. He was glad that this could help kill the (correct) idea that he and Glory were up to something. He was even gladder that this would kill the rumors that he had turned down offers for dates because he was gay.

He longed to tell them more about his sex life, much more. He wanted to have some kind of male confidant. The only problem was that his friends were so sexually inexperienced that it would be like trying to talk to a goat herder in the Sahara about snow. The idea of setting his friends up with some girls so they could better relate crossed his mind.

He decided to test the waters a little bit in confiding in them. "What's with all the gawking? Close your mouths before the flies get in. I mean, it's not like she's my first date. I've had sex lots of times."

"WHAT?!" Peter nearly shouted. "Okay, you go too far. I know Amy's like your childhood friend and everything. You set that up with her to play a joke on us, right? Right?!"

Alan looked at them sadly. "It's no joke. You'll see soon enough. Try talking to some people outside of your circle of friends. The fact that Amy and I are an item is public knowledge already."

He thought to himself, The way Amy came skipping by here, it seems so normal. I could almost convince myself that I'm just a normal guy with a normal girl next door girlfriend. Then he thought about his mother's "A" branding beach fantasy. If people only knew the truth, they'd throw us all in prison for sure!

The problem is, such a huge gaping chasm has opened between me and my friends in such a short time. Like Mom telling me this morning, "We live to guzzle your thick cum juice down our throats." How could I ever confide to ANYBODY about that kind of thing?! I guess the whole idea of having a confidant is a non-starter. Damn.

After Alan left, Peter stewed. "Sean, did you hear that? Just 'cos he has a girlfriend, now he thinks he's all better than us. 'Try talking to some people outside of your circle of friends.' Well, excuuuse me! That used to be your circle of friends too, Alan. Sheesh! No wonder we never see him at lunch. I guess we're not good enough for him any more."

Sean kept quiet, but he too was shocked and hurt by Alan's attitude. He felt like his friendship with Alan was slipping away.

CHAPTER 4

Alan left lunch after only about fifteen minutes. As much as he liked to talk to his friends, he much preferred to play with his teacher Glory.

When he arrived, after announcing himself through the door, he was surprised to see Glory let him in already dressed in a nun's habit. She wasted no time to get in the role. He wondered if this was to stifle further gripes about yesterday's spanking, but he didn't mind.

"Ah. Father Alan. Welcome to our humble convent. I trust the Lord has been guiding you and keeping you?"

"Um, hello, uh, Sister Gloria. Yes. All is well. And you?" He struggled to switch gears into priest mode. Calling her Gloria seemed like a natural thing to do, given her role.

She led him to the closet and pointed him to his priest garb. But when he dropped his shorts, Glory could see that his penis wasn't erect in the slightest. She determined to change that before they got started. She wore underwear in the hopes that they'd have fun when he took it off, but in a change of plan she slowly stripped then redressed so Alan could get in the mood.

She didn't put all of the clothes back on right away, but left her outer garment swathed around her loosely so her chest and crotch were strategically exposed. Then, as she posed shamelessly, she turned to Alan and said, "Here's a sneak preview of Sister Gloria when she gets a little naughty."

"Wow. You look like a sexy pin-up girl, except more nun-like."

That was a bit of a stupid thing to say, so they laughed about it.

Alan was aroused, but as Glory finished dressing, he grew somewhat regretful about his suggestion to play nun and priest. The problem was all the clothing. Glory was now completely covered in a black habit, except for a white brim across the front of her nun's shawl covering her head and a white bib-like cowl around her neck and upper chest. The only skin visible was her face and hands. Alan was similarly decked out in a stifling and heavy, long black robe with a white collar.

"Now, where were we?" Glory asked. "Father, you were saying you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yes I do want to talk, but let's not make it a habit," Alan joked. He made a rimshot sound as Glory groaned. "But seriously, let's get into our roles."

He stood back, stretched his body and limberly shook his head in every direction, like an actor psyching himself up before walking onto a stage.

"Okay," he said in a voice much deeper than his usual one. "Sister Gloria. Good to see you. How are you doing?" He walked formally toward her and bowed in respect. She bowed back.

"I'm well, Father. The Lord provides."

"Excellent. I came here because you had something for me to do?"

"Yes, Father. I'd like to make confession, and even though we don't have a confessional here, I was hoping you'd be able to listen to me in an informal manner."

"Yes," Alan responded sagely. "The Church of God is everywhere. Please sit down." They sat in classroom seats in front of Glory's desk and faced each other. "Now, what seems to be on your mind?"

"Well, Father, I... It's rather difficult to say. ... I've been having very sinful thoughts."

"Oh really?" He learned forward intently. "Do tell. In great detail."

She smiled at the "great detail," but then put on a very serious face. "Father, I've been having these ... urges. Sexual urges. In my mind I know it's wrong, but my body won't listen!"

"That's all right," he said as he took her hand in his. "It's perfectly natural, child. Please continue. How did it start?"

As though startled by the gesture, she immediately withdrew her hand and actually managed to make it tremble. "Oh, Father, I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that. It's very embarrassing. I'm afraid it started because of you."

Alan also showed good acting skills. His face looked convincingly surprised. "Me? Why me?"

With a look of longing on her face, she stared back at him for a brief moment and then cast her eyes downward, as though embarrassed. "Well, Father Cleveland, bless his departed soul, he was so old and infirm. But then you came here recently and replaced him, and you're so young and handsome and ... virile. I want to listen to your sermons, listen to the Word of God, but too often I find myself staring at your nether regions! And despite your robe, it seems that most of the time I can detect a certain bulge there."

She quickly and obviously glanced at Alan's crotch, where a very real and insistent erection could be seen, and then, just as quickly, averted her eyes shyly away.

Alan thought to himself, This is fun. I like where this is going, but we're both dressed to survive an Arctic blizzard. I have to spin this so I can get some clothes off first. He was good at thinking on his feet. "Sounds serious," he replied gravely. "Have you considered that you might be haunted by a demon?"

"A demon? Oh no!" She gasped as one of her hands quickly flew to her chest in mock astonishment. "That never occurred to me. Could it be? Am I possessed?!"

"I'm afraid it's a real possibility. However, you are lucky that I'm a bit of an expert in these things. Take off your clothes."

"What? Did I hear you right?" Glory blushed and looked very convincingly aghast. She crossed her legs as she supposed her character would unconsciously do, acting both frightened and excited by the prospect.

"Yes, you did," he said with a grave nod. "You see, the demon has entered you, and the first thing we have to do is find out where exactly it entered you. Only then can we find a cure. We can determine the demon's presence and strength by certain telltale signs. For instance, a certain hardening right here."

As he said the word "here," he reached out, moved her hand away from her chest, and palmed a tit through her clothes. Even through her robe and bra he could feel a hardened nipple.

She gasped again.

He tweaked her nipple repeatedly, as if testing to see just how hard it was.

She was taken aback at just how horny this game was making her; her heart beat a mile a minute. "Oh. I see. No man has ever seen me naked before, but if someone has to see me that way, I'm glad it's you. I'm sure I can trust you." She blushed again but this time like a girl in love. The look on her face was one of pure innocence, but with a powerful lust hiding just behind it.

She stood up and shyly undressed while she maintained complete and total eye contact with him.

He was transfixed by her subtle and seemingly completely innocent striptease.

"Please keep your hair covered," he said as she nearly finished. "The demon never enters through the hair." He thought to himself, Gotta keep that on so I'm reminded you're supposed to be a nun.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Father." She sat back down and left the black shawl on. She also still wore the white cowl and a crucifix around her neck.

Alan thought that was a nice touch. His eyes traveled up and down her body as she sat back down. He looked at her in great admiration, and thought, Glory may not have the big tits I normally go ga ga over. Even Sis has bigger tits, but Glory is living proof that size isn't everything. She's so firm all over. And tan. Very fit, but not too muscular so that it looks manly. Perfect, flawless skin, minus some sports injury scratches. She is so fuck worthy, and her sexual still is just too much!

One thing annoyed him. "Very good, Sister, but I did say you have to take your clothes off. You still have your bra and panties on."

"But Father! All of it? Is that really necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is, as much as it pains us both. Demons are very base creatures, so the erogenous zones are the very places they are most likely to enter. We have to check there for demon activity particularly, and in a most thorough manner." He nodded at her crotch.

She appeared to be alarmed, and then resigned. "Oh. Of course. Please forgive me for my shyness. This is just all so, so... unorthodox. Just a minute."

She stood up and slowly unclasped her bra and the slid her panties down her hips. She took both items off excruciatingly slowly, knowing how much he frustratingly loved it. She took off her panties first, and then turned around and made a stiff-legged bend to put them on her desk.

She placed her legs quite far apart and held that position for some time, so he could inspect her pussy. A few rivulets of pussy juices were already starting to flow. "Father, I'm so ashamed! I can't help myself from... Well, you can see what's happening down below."

"You're lubricating," he explained. "Your baby-making hole is getting ready so the male genitalia can enter without too much friction."

"Father! That's not my intention at all!"

"Don't worry Sister, I'm not condemning you. This is just more of the demon's handiwork. With God's grace, we shall overcome. Please continue to disrobe."

She turned around again so he could watch her undo her bra. When that was done, she turned and spread her legs even wider, as she ostentatiously took her time to place the bra on the same table.

Alan had been losing his erection due to their heavy clothing, but after the show the Glory put on, his erection was most definitely back with a vengeance. He especially liked the way she acted so ashamed.

She stood facing him again.

The white cowl she wore covered most of her chest, though happily not her nipples. He loved to watch them rise and fall with each breath. But even better was the sight of her nearly blonde pussy. He leaned forward, looked closely at her crotch, took a deep whiff of her womanly fragrance, and quipped, "Glory be."

Glory laughed. "Young man, stay in your role, please." She covered her pussy with splayed fingers that appeared to protect her privates, but in actual fact exposed more than they hid.

Still leaning forward, Alan closely eyed the fine sheen of arousal and examined the few beads of sweat in her nether regions that were rolling down between her thighs.

"Sorry," he finally said in his normal voice. "But you realize that before I resume the role I have to say 'Glory Hallelujah' first."

They laughed some more.

His frustration at the spanking episode yesterday was now completely forgotten as he warmed to his acting part.

He went on seriously in his priest voice, "Thank you for your cooperation. Please continue, Sister Gloria. Don't mind me - I'll just be checking to find the exact spot where the demon has entered you. Why don't you stand as you were. Grasp your ankles with your hands and spread your legs even wider. That way I can really see what the demon is doing."

She did so gladly. Her shawl and cowl had fallen off each time she'd bent obscenely far over, and now they fell off again and stayed off. The only religious symbol that remained was the heavy cross dangling around her neck.

Alan stood up and closed the short distance to Glory. He stood behind her. The position he requested so completely opened her pussy that he could stare a good ways into it. He dropped his nose close enough to nearly touch the folds of her pussy with his nose's tip.

He thought, This is really testing my patience. How long can I hold out from fucking this woman?!

His hands dropped to her shoulders, and he began running his hands over her skin there, figuring it would be in character of the priest to start in a relatively safe spot.

CHAPTER 5

Glory went on, "Anyway, my problem began with seeing that bulge all the time. Your bulge. But then my problem got worse when my roommate Sister Heather noticed my distraction."

"Sister Heather?" he asked quizzically as his hands down ran up and down her bare arms and back. He could hardly hold back from exploring more vital regions.

"Yes. Don't you know her? She's the new nun that looks just like a blonde California cheerleader. Her parents brought her to this convent to cure her of her addiction to fornication."

"Ah, yes. Sister Heather. Bless her soul."

Alan realized with a start that Glory referred to the real flesh-and-blood head cheerleader Heather Morgan, whom he would see and probably fool around with after school. He was a bit puzzled as to why Glory picked her, of all possible real or imaginary people, especially since he guessed that Glory didn't like her at all. He wondered if she knew about his meeting plans.

But Glory was merely her usual curious self. She was desperately keen to find out whom Alan was with during his lunches but she didn't want to ask him directly. So she figured this way she could test his reactions. Heather was a very likely choice for his lunch disappearances, since the school rumor mill had noted with surprise that Heather had recently been on friendly, speaking terms with the nerdy Alan.

Glory turned around and saw from Alan's startled face that her Heather guess had struck home. But she played it cool. She continued, "I'm afraid you may need to hear Heather's confession even more than mine, because it seems she is far from cured of her fornicating ways. She was very curious about my stares in your direction, and since she's my sole roommate, she would question me about it relentlessly almost every night before we went to sleep. Soon she got me admitting my urges and talking about them freely. Then she... Father! What are you DOING?!"

Alan's hands had dropped down to Glory's underside and reached up grasp her dangling boobs. He groped them openly, with a focus again on tweaking her nipples. "Sister, relax. As I said, demons tend to focus on our forbidden parts. I need to check your chest region particularly thoroughly to make sure he didn't enter through here. It is especially common for them to enter through the nipple. Since demons are usually invisible, it requires a very close inspection to determine how he entered you."

"I see. But Father, that's making it so hard for me to continue talking!" She still positioned herself as lewdly as humanly possible, with her ass high above her head and her hands tightly clasped around her ankles.

"Please persevere and be strong. Trust in the Lord. You were saying?" He pulled at both nipples at once and stretched her tits away from her body.

With a sudden shudder of pleasure, she stammered, "Oh! Oh! Uh, um, yes. Oh dear! Uh... Heather. That's right. Sister Heather. Each night we would talk, and, you see, she's well... God blessed her with a very beautiful and curvy body. And while there are strict rules about what clothes nuns should wear, there are no rules about what clothes to wear UNDER those clothes, if you catch my meaning. When we're alone, Heather walks around in the most ... uh... disturbing under garments. At least, they disturb me. For instance, sometimes she wears fancy black lingerie from her neck to her ankles."

"Well, that sounds like it covers her thoroughly," Alan said while running one of his hands all over Glory's taut stomach.

"But you can see right through it! Why can't she wear a bra and panties?"

"Maybe she gets cold?" Alan suggested.

"Ha! Forgive my impertinence, Father, but if that's the case, then why does she have to wear four inch high heels at the same time? Is she afraid the monastery will get flooded? And speaking of getting cold, she only wears that lingerie around me. When she's in public, nobody knows this, but she wears absolutely nothing underneath her nun habit. Well, that's not true. She does wear some kind of plug for her birth hole. She says it's to hold back her fornicating urges, but it seems to me that thing is always quivering and buzzing in a most distracting way. I would think that would only make her fornicating urges even worse, but she says she knows best. From experience, she says. You should see how quickly she runs through the batteries for it."

Alan was suddenly hit by the image of Heather dressed in nothing but black body-length lingerie, black stocking, high heels, and a nun's habit, wandering the halls of an ancient monastery. He found it highly arousing to picture someone as evil as Heather dressed as a sexy nun. He figured that if she ever really was forced to become a nun for some strange reason, she'd soon have the entire nunnery under her thumb. The kind-hearted nuns would never know what hit them.

He joked, "Hmm. Now I understand why she's been looking so blissful during my sermons lately." He switched from roughly mauling Glory's breasts to gently squeezing them.

Glory could barely contain her mirth. "I'm sure that was just religious rapture caused by your holy words. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes. Eeek!" She squealed because he quickly twisted both nipples, just to keep her on her toes. "What was that again? ... Um, she started comforting me each evening. At first it was just... Oh Lord! Father! What are you doing?"

Alan's hands had explored their way down Glory's stomach some more, but he decided that he could reach her ass and pussy more easily from her back side given her lewd position. So he walked around her and then began caressing her clit and pussy lips. He wiped away a smile and said as seriously as he could, "Oh, don't mind me. This is the usual point of entry for demons, in this general region. So I'll just be focusing here for a few minutes."

"But Father! These urges, these feelings I'm confessing about... I have to confess that I'm feeling them very strongly even as we speak!" She trembled so much from arousal that she feared she would fall over altogether, given her precarious bent over position.

"That's perfectly fine, Sister. In fact, a surge of feeling will help me find the location of the demon." Without warning, he spread her pussy lips wide and inserted two fingers deep inside. Then he began to turn them. He muttered, "Let's see if he's in here somewhere."

She panted, "But Father, it's so shameful! So embarrassing. I can't believe I've been possessed by an evil spirit! Thankfully, there are good, God-fearing men like you." She added with deliberate irony, "I'd hate for some unscrupulous person to take advantage of my condition."

He found her G-spot, and gently tapped it. That was too much for her to handle, given the way she stood. He let her drop to her knees to get more comfortable. Despite her readjustment he never took his fingers out of her burning hole.

He soothed, "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time to us who have made religion our life, because Satan wants our souls the most. Why, as a matter of fact, I happen to be haunted by a demon as well."

Her body shuddered, but not from embarrassment. She gasped, "Really? Are you possessed?"

"No. Well, sort of. I'm not completely possessed, but one part of me is. Here. Let me show you." He took his fingers out of her hole and licked them clean. Then he took his robe off, something he was very happy to finally do because it was heavy and restricting.

Meanwhile Glory turned around to face him, and readjusted herself too. She stood up and sat on the edge of the desk. Again she planted her legs as wide as she could while still being able to touch the floor with her feet. "Father Alan! You're getting naked! I don't know if I can stand it! My urges! Oh no! Dear God!" She pointed at Alan's crotch, where his erection stood out invitingly.

"I see you noticed the problem right away," he said casually. "That's where the demon is. My problem is that my member has been possessed by a minor demon. That's why you've seen the bulge there so frequently, because the penis is under the control of evil forces. The demon is filled with a great lust. When I see your sexy body, even covered in your habit, he gets very active."

"Oh my God!" Glory looked down at her own body as if for the first time. There was a long rivulet of pussy juice rolling down her thigh. She looked at it as if she didn't know what it was, and dropped a finger into it. Then brought some to her mouth and lolled the cum around as if tasting it for the first time.

Alan reached out with both hands and boldly began to explore her spread out and glistening pussy lips from the front side. He said nonchalantly, "Now, Sister, don't use the Lord's name in vain. And it's rude to point. It's much better if you can help me out."

She tried to calm herself down a bit, and that wasn't just acting for her role. "But what should I do? I don't know anything about exorcising demons."

"It's easy. The demon is lodged in my penis. You have to coax him out. The way you do that is by pulling on it and stroking it to tempt him to come outside." He grabbed his penis and squeezed it, causing a small about of pre-cum to drip onto the floor. "See? That's the demon spitting. Don't you want to rid me of this cursed beast?"

"I don't know..." Her face maintained a very worried look a nun might wear, but she somewhat betrayed the effect by repeatedly licking her lips. She knew what would be coming soon, and she could barely hold back.

"Sister, when you joined the Order of Eternal Chastity, did you not make a vow to devote your body and soul to the helping of others? This is where the use of your body to help comes in. If you won't, it'll just get angry and spit some more." He squeezed his penis again, causing more drops of pre-cum to fall, landing this time on her long, tanned legs. "Just reach out and touch it. Here. Like this."

He grabbed Glory's hands and pulled them into his crotch.

But that wasn't enough for her. She fell to the floor, knowing she'd need to be in that position to suck him off soon. She picked up her shawl and cowl and put them back on.

Then, with his hands again on hers, he pretended to show her how to jack someone off.

Of course, she was already a complete expert when it came to pleasing penises, but she pretended to be clueless.

She leaned forward until her nose nearly touched the tip of his penis. She wanted to "inadvertently" breathe on it, and she did. "Father Alan, I can't believe I'm touching your member! I've dreamed about this in so many sinful fantasies. Sister Heather and I have talked about it all the time."

Glory tried to pretend shock in being so close to a penis, but she had a hard time keeping a smile off of her face. She knew what was going to come next and knew it was going to be good - having Alan's penis in one's mouth always was.

This is just too much fun! Alan should be an improv artist. I can hardly believe he's only eighteen. Especially in the last week or two, he's been acting more mature and self-assured. But he's still so fun and so kind! I don't care about our age difference - I'm not that much older. I want him to drop those young floozies he's going with and pick ME as his girlfriend!

She returned her focus to the role-play. There was more "work" to be done before she could feast on Alan's prick. She closed her eyes and tried to show reluctance as she slowly slipped her hand forward and back over his penis. "But Father. Isn't this a sin? Even for a good cause?"

"Just remember you're doing the work of the Lord here. So don't feel sinful. Just keep stroking like that. Yeah. ... Ahhh. So good. Do you feel good?"

"You have no idea, young man. I mean, Father. If you touch a match to my skin it'll burst into flame. Let's get going already!"

CHAPTER 6

Alan felt great with her hands around his penis, but he wanted to reciprocate. He remembered his recent vow to give as much as he received. He said, "Sister Gloria, thanks for trying to release my demon, but we also have your demon problem to contend with. I believe I was trying to find where the demon entered you. We'll have to examine your ass in a minute, but I think it's most likely he entered right here." He shoved a finger back up Glory's pussy right as he said "here."

"Jesus wept!" Glory moaned. She appeared shy, worried, and uncontrollably aroused. The last part she didn't have to fake. "Not up there, so deep like that! Nobody's been up there, except Sister Heather!"

"Well then, while I'm doing this, tell me more about what you and Sister Heather have been up to. But before you start that, I'm afraid my demon is playing a little bit of hide and seek. Can you help?"

"Oh Father! It's the least I can do. What would you like?"

"Sometimes my demon likes to go on a little vacation over to my back side. He's tricky that way. So you should keep doing what you're doing on my member with one hand, and use your other to see if he's escaped up my asshole."

"If you say so, Father. You know best." She reached behind him and enthusiastically began to saw a finger into his butt.

"Yes. The Lord works in mysterious ways. If sometimes that means putting a finger up an ass, who are we to question the wisdom of His purposes? In fact, I think we'll find that in my ministry, starting from today, your body will be able to serve the Lord in a whole myriad of different ways."

"Blessed be His name."

"Yes. And blessed be your hands. In just a couple of minutes you've become very good at demon coaxing. The demon is bound to come out very soon if you keep it up like that, so you might want to slow down just a little bit."

Glory slowed down, not thinking that went against her supposed desire to get the demon out. She wasn't thinking too clearly now that three of Alan's fingers pumped furiously up her pussy.

Alan eventually got the conversation going again. "So? You and Sister Heather?"

"Oh yes. Father, each night she comes to my bed and we talk about you. We talk all about your member! She's always saying strange things, like how she wants to 'shove it up her box', whatever that means. She doesn't even own a box, as far as I know. And something about how she wants you to fill her 'pie hole with your man meat', even though we're all vegetarians at the nunnery. I don't quite understand her. But while we talk, she puts her fingers where you have them right now. And she makes me do the same thing to her. But she didn't mention anything about a demon. ... Oh!"

Glory cried out because Alan found her G-spot in earnest this time. Once he was sure of the treasure he'd found, he started to work it vigorously.

"She probably didn't want to make you feel bad for having a demon. She's very considerate."

Glory's nun persona suddenly dropped and her voice turned deadly serious. "Alan, just a sec. I want you to remember that what I'm saying is for your fantasy purposes only. In no way am interested in anything lesbian whatsoever, is that clear? If you put me in a sexual situation with the real Heather or anyone else for that matter, I am going to go ballistic. Do you fully understand that, young man?"

"Yes." Inwardly, he was crestfallen to hear this, but he resolved to respect her wishes. He figured either someone had lesbian tendencies or they didn't, and there was no way to force it.

"Okay then. I'm just showing you how I always go the extra mile to make you happy. Anything is possible in a fantasy, and I'm happy to do anything in a role-play for you. But not in real life with other people. I'd like to see Heather just try to keep up with me, because in real life, I'm sure she doesn't hold a candle to me, if I can say so myself. I also want to make damn clear that you need to keep doing exactly what you're doing to my G-spot."

Glory bent forward and started to lick the tip of Alan's penis even as both of her hands continued to stroke it.

Alan brought them back into the role-play. "Sister Gloria! What are you doing with your tongue there?"

"Sorry, Father. Sister Heather and I have talked a lot about doing this to you. I was thinking it wouldn't hurt in getting the demon out."

"Good point," he conceded with a feigned sigh of resignation. "I think the demon will definitely, uh, appreciate that. I mean, that'll inspire him to come out. It's just that you kind of surprised me there. Please carry on. What else have you and Heather done?"

"To be honest, I don't think she's over her fornicating ways. Not at all. She's always talking about the things she wants to do to you. Or the things I could do to you. Or what we could do to you together. Like, she keeps talking about 'cocksucking.' Whatever that is. 'Tag team cocksucking.' She likes that idea especially. And all the while, she's kissing me and touching me all over. It makes it so hard to find time to say my nightly prayers. Or my morning ones, for that matter. She's all over me whenever we're alone." She resumed licking.

"Sister, speaking of praying, please stay there on your knees as if in prayer, but scoot in closer to my possessed penis. Then you can continue with your tongue. I need to check if our dastardly demon has entered you through the rear. Like I mentioned, that's always a problem area."

As soon as she did as he'd asked, he thrust a finger up her ass.

Glory shrieked, "Oh Lord! Sister Heather does that to me too! She must be trying to rid me of my demon, after all. But what's this cocksucking she keeps talking about? I've been trying not to let on with her just how naïve I am with sexual matters. I've never even kissed a man!"

"Here. Instead of just licking my member, try swallowing the whole thing. Then tease it with your tongue inside your mouth. And then I'll explain to you what cocksucking is."

"Mmmph." Glory had a hard time replying coherently because she enthusiastically swallowed him even before he finished speaking. She was really worked up and sucked him off with every trick she knew. Because she was so good at deep throating, she could keep him in as deep as she wanted, just as if she had no gag reflex at all.

Alan just sat back and enjoyed it. She was so good that he couldn't even concentrate on anal probing, so he clenched her ass cheeks and held on for dear life as she overwhelmed his penis with incredible sensations.

"Sister, let's not be too hasty there - AH! You don't want the demon to come out too quickly or he'll uh, he'll, he'll splatter all over the back of your throat!"

Alan grabbed her head and forcefully pulled it away. It was touch and go, but he managed to hold back from cumming by flexing his PC muscle.

Glory also expertly grabbed his penis at the base and squeezed hard to stave off his climax.

The two of them fell back and took a breather. Alan's erection slowly deflated to a half hard state.

As Glory lay there, chest still heaving with exhaustion, she playfully asked, "So, Father, what's this cocksucking thing I keep hearing about?"

Alan laughed at the irony. "It's hard to explain. I think it's better if I teach you. Why don't I come to your and Sister Heather's room tonight, and I'll teach both of you first hand? That way, I can teach you what 'tag teaming' means as well. I don't think we can solve your demon problem right now. It's going to be a long and perilous road and take quite a while to solve. But with God on our side, we will defeat Satan eventually. Sister Heather obviously has her own sex demon, so I'm going to have to spend a lot of time on her problem too. Sometimes the only way to defeat such a creature is to sexually exhaust it, kind of like fighting fire with fire."

"Good idea. I'm sure Heather will love it. But what about fucking?" Glory asked bluntly. "As long as you're in our room every night, couldn't you fuck us a little, too? I don't know what that word means, but Sister Heather talks about it all the time. She makes it sound like so much fun. She said that it feels 'heavenly,' so I'm sure the church must approve."

Alan physically crawled over Glory until his body completely covered hers. Back in his normal voice, he said, "Now, that's what I call a cocktease. If you're not willing to fuck me, you can't say things like that, okay? You're gonna make me hard again already."

She laughed joyfully. "And the problem with that is?"

"The problem is, I'm going to tickle you to death. Jesus! Can you give me more than one minute to recover, already?"

He started tickling her, and since he lay on top of her, she was fairly helpless. Soon he had her crying with joy amidst her laughter. But their energy quickly petered out and the two of them just lay there quietly for a while.

As Alan lay with his head resting on Glory's lap, he got to thinking about Glory and Heather together. God, I WISH Glory and Heather would tag team me. That would be awesome. But Glory seems pretty sincere about her distaste for anything lesbian. She's pointed that out a couple of times. She is most definitely an incredibly talented lover, but when it comes down to it, she's still an old fashioned kind of gal. I mean, she hardly even curses. Playing around with me, while knowing that I'm doing other women at the same time, that's a huge stretch for her. She's been low key about it so far and keeps hoping she can sexually wow me into dropping the others, but I can tell it's bothering her. No way would she be into a threesome of any kind.

But if that's true, then why did she introduce Heather into the fantasy? She could have gone in other directions that would have been equally arousing. And why Heather? She does teach Heather in another class and knows her reasonably well. Maybe, deep, deep down, she has a thing for Heather? Hell. Who wouldn't? Despite Heather's blow dried, fake-o, mean-spirited nature, she's like the living embodiment of the blonde Baywatch babe. I've been totally happy with Glory just alone, but she's put this tantalizing threesome idea in my head. ... In fact, now that I think about it, both Glory and Heather are blonde. I could get the double blonde attack thing going. Dang.

And is Glory really that old fashioned? She's so sexually adept. And she has this weird thing about spanking. Maybe she's totally wild, but just hides it well behind all her fancy clothes?

Thinking about Heather got him to think about the cheerleaders in general. He said, "Glory, I'm really sorry about running off during lunch sometimes. But things kind of happened. You remember when I got caught with a girl by Mr. Jackson?"

"Remember? How could I forget? It was only two weeks ago."

"Two weeks? Are you kidding me? Really? God, it feels like two years ago to me. So much has happened since. ... But I kind of got in a lunch situation with a girl since that time, and now that she has some lunch expectations with me and I don't know how to say no. So I've been trying my best to juggle." Alan figured that was close enough to the truth to not be a lie.

"Oh, you must be suffering," Glory teased. "It must be just horrible." She assumed he was now talking about Heather. She asked with more concern, "So is that who you spent the first half of this lunch with?"

"Glory, to be honest, I spent it hanging out and eating with some male friends. I said that to hurt you for yesterday. I'm sorry."

"So it's just little old me for you at school today? Oh goody." Her voice was half sarcastic and half genuinely happy.

"Uhhh... Well, that's not entirely true. Glory, I consider you more than just a lover, you're a best friend. So I have to be honest when it might seem mean. I want you to know that, speaking of Heather, I'll be meeting her after school, in, uh, a sexual kind of context."

"Ugh!" Glory groaned. "God dammit! That bitch! You're having sex with that evil skank?!"

"Uh, yeah." Alan blushed. He knew that Heather wouldn't be the only cheerleader there, but he figured it would be best to break the truth to Glory a little bit at a time.

"You're too much, Alan, really. Whatever am I going to do with you, young man? I pretty much figured it out from the role-play, that's why I brought her up, to see your reaction. But to be told for certain - it's soul crushing. The only reason I'm not more pissed is because I KNOW I'm going to get you to see the light that so much as touching her is the height of folly. Don't be fooled by her all-American, blonde hair, blue-eyed looks. She's poison."

"Hey. I really would prefer to be with you. Really. With the exception of a couple of silly crushes, you're my first real love. You always come first. In fact, I moved the meeting to after school instead of now because I wanted to be with you."

"Whoop-de-do." Glory was peeved at him for being with Heather, but she was also still very aroused. She knew in the back of her mind that she'd be a lot more angry about it later, after she'd had another climax or two. They'd have to talk serious about it before long, but now was not the time.

Alan was of a similar mind to change the topic. "Never mind about that. Let's have some fun."

They still tenuously kept the fantasy going, but they were more into doing and less into talking now. Within minutes, Alan found himself dry humping Glory between her thighs. That had been so much fun the one time before she'd allowed him to do it that he just had to do it again.

But as he slipped his penis between her slicked up thighs, he thought, Why I am just dry humping her? Why can't I be fucking her? Everyone keeps saying I need to be more aggressive. Glory wants me to fuck her bad; yesterday she all but promised that we'd be doing it soon when she promised to do "anything" to make up for the shock she gave me. So why are we waiting around? Accidents happen. Why don't I just slip it in? She gave me the shock of my life yesterday; it's only fair play if I give her a big surprise.

I could ask her about it and get her permission. That would be the old Alan. We'd talk and talk and the passion would fall away. Yesterday she agreed we could fuck in so many words, so it's not like I would be violating her. She just said she wanted to wait a bit until we could do it right with a really special occasion. Well, we'll do that too. This is a pretty special role-play in its own way. Right now I can't control myself. All this fucking teasing! And then more at home. I'm never allowed to actually fuck anybody, it seems.

This dry humping is great, but it's also absolute torture to be so close and yet so far. Screw being polite and considerate! She tortured me with the whole Michelle thing yesterday anyways. It's time for the new Alan to assert himself!

Alan plowed in and out of her thighs like a rocking see saw. He reached down, grabbed his penis, and repositioned it at the entrance of her pussy. Glory just thought he was having another strategic pause so he could keep going. But within seconds, he thrust forward again. Her pussy was so wet that his penis slid in effortlessly all the way to the hilt.

"Alan!" Glory cried frantically. "Young man! That's the wrong spot! That's my pussy!"

"I know." He made a long pull almost all the way out, and she thought he would vacate it. But then he slowly pushed all the way back in. He thought, anxiously, Too late to stop now!

CHAPTER 7

"ALAN! ALAN PLUMMER! JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Glory yelled at her young lover because she'd been taken by complete surprise.

Alan had battled between being the polite, respectful kid that he felt was essential to his nature, the demands from females he was with, and his own libido's urge to be more sexually aggressive. Given a chance to dry hump Glory, his libido won out and he impulsively thrust into her pussy. He surprised even himself and didn't know how she'd react or what to say. He decided to play for time while he gathered his thoughts. "Shush, Glory. Someone is going to hear you!"

Glory considered his words as she felt his penis slowly plunge into her steaming pussy for the third time. Though the room was nearly sound proof, she screamed awfully loud. So she reprimanded him in a quieter, but still fiercely determined, voice. "Young man, stop what you're doing this instant!"

"Why?" he asked, letting his thoughts flow out honestly. "Yesterday you said you'd do 'anything' to make that spanking up to me. 'Anything.' We both knew what that meant." He'd pulled nearly all the way out, and then slowly pushed back in.

Though Glory verbally resisted him, she most certainly hadn't tried to push him away yet.

She whined, "I know, Alan, but not like this. I wanted wine. Candles! Romance!" She groaned in utter pleasure, which undercut her complaint, as he once again slowly thrust into her body with his engorged penis.

"Don't worry, we'll do that soon. In the meanwhile, who's this Alan guy?" He raised an expectant eyebrow at her and then winked with a playful smirk on his face.

"Huh?" Her entire being was so focused on the sensation of getting fucked that she couldn't carry on a conversation much more or think very well. As he slowly thrust deep, all the way to her cervix, her legs felt like they had turned to Jell-O.

She didn't mind getting fucked, in fact, she knew that she'd love it. Her objection was more of a reflex to the surprise and his failure to ask first than anything. But with that thrust, her body gave in completely and made her even less able to talk.

Not only did she give in to the physical pleasure, but she also felt her love for the teenager leap to a new level. Ironically, it was the very aggressiveness that she complained about which brought about her new admiration. Forgetting the need to be quiet again, she shouted out, "Alan, you're such a MAN!" She instinctively locked her heels behind his ass as he pistoned into her more forcefully.

Alan was surprised at himself. It was as if a new side of him had come to the fore for the first time, a side he'd always repressed (there had been hints, such as his verbally aggressive sex with Heather, but that felt like another role-play and this felt real). This more aggressive Alan was in complete control of the situation, and not at all worried if Glory complained about being fucked. He knew she was going to love it, no matter what, because he was going to make her feel better than she had ever felt before.

Rape was completely unthinkable in such a situation because she profoundly wanted and needed to be fucked by him, and had begged for it for weeks; he realized that now. He'd been too busy listening to her mouth say no, and hadn't heeded her eyes and body, which screamed yes.

But now all was well with the world, because things were as they should be - he was fucking his first true love, the woman he'd lusted after for two years.

She fucked back like a woman possessed. She thrust her hips back at him so forcefully on the backstroke that it almost knocked his penis out of her pussy.

But he adjusted and drilled even deeper than before.

He was so confident and in control that he surprised even himself with the ability to keep talking right through all this feverish fucking. "Who's Alan?" he asked, rephrasing his earlier question. He looked in Glory's eyes and saw that she was now too far gone to reply. He was momentarily struck by the look in her eyes, a love struck look of pure joy that nonetheless still registered great surprise at his unexpected daring.

Lacking an answer from her, he continued between ragged breaths timed to his thrusts and her counter thrusts, "I ask... who Alan is... because I'm a priest... and you're a nun. ... I'm fucking a naughty nun. ... Remember?"

A light of recognition went off in Glory's eyes, though she was too busy grunting and thrusting and just reveling in the intensity of the fuck to even say a word. Although all their costumed clothing had come off, she recalled that they'd been playing a role-play just before Alan decided to drive his thickness all the way into her.

Neither she nor he were coherent enough to remember that he was still known as Alan in their role-play - Father Alan and Sister Gloria. But it didn't matter. The point was to revive the role-play in their minds, and it worked.

Now Alan felt like a wayward priest, actually fucking a nun. That taboo was added to him having illicit sex with his history teacher right in her classroom in the middle of the school day, and also added to the joy of the aggressive surge that ran through his body. Suddenly, his usual emotional restraints had been completely cast aside. He was high on life. It was as good as or better than some of his best sexual moments, like when Suzanne first came into his room and sucked him off, or his first fuck with Katherine, or that first crazy Tuesday his mother repeatedly checked his penis for "abnormalities."

He rose above words and thoughts. He and Glory were one, like the gears of a train rolling down the track, with him rhythmically thrusting in and her rhythmically thrusting back.

She kicked her legs back so her feet were on either side of her head, opening herself up even wider to his drilling.

Glory, too, was in heaven. She was fully in the nun role now, even as she remained deliciously aware of her role as a teacher fucking her favorite student. They were beyond dialogue, but she managed to cry, "FATHER!" as she came hard.

That reminder of his priest role drove Alan to fuck her even faster and more powerfully.

At the same time, she had to stop counterthrusting altogether, as it seemed her entire body turned to mush with the climax.

It was all she could do not to faint, especially with the way that Alan continued to pound right through her weakness and vulnerability. She had the feeling that there was a human jackhammer on top of her that relentlessly plunged into her no matter what she did. She could try to recover and adjust, and if she was talented enough, help give pleasure back with her own movements, but there was no way to stop his incessant thrusts. He was simply an unstoppable fucking machine, taking what he wanted. She was the cunt lucky enough to be on the receiving end. That somehow turned her on even more, which was remarkable as she'd already never felt so good in her life.

There was no question now that she would do anything to be fucked by this man. It wouldn't matter if she was married or really was a nun - she was his now. Completely.

That idea of complete belonging excited her so much that she came again. That, in turn, made her feel as limp as jelly from head to toe, and heightened her vulnerability and the awe of his aggressive skill in contrast to her defenselessness. That turned her on all over again. It was a vicious cycle of pleasure that felt so good that she actually wondered if it was possible for her to die of joy before they stopped. But the idea of dying was an almost irrelevant, idle thought, because she didn't want to stop getting fucked, even if it meant certain death. That's how good she felt.

She climaxed again and let out an almost primeval, guttural moan. They were rutting like wild animals now.

But luckily Alan kept his head, because they were in a dangerous situation. When he started to fuck her, he'd checked the clock to see if there was enough time, and there was, but just enough. There were only ten minutes left before the start of fifth period. Now it was down to five. Within minutes, other students would likely start to knock on the door, leaving Alan trapped inside. He knew he had to get out soon. But on the other hand, the fucking felt far too good to stop. There's no way he could stop before climaxing, even if the principal and the rest of the entire school were to stand around them and watch.

He instinctively knew that there was just one thing to do: forget his PC muscle training and cum as quickly as he could. That wasn't hard to do since he felt so incredibly good. Further, since they were both so excited, he'd already rapidly built up from a slow, almost lazy pace, to a rapid one. Now he started to go even faster. He felt as if he was part of a high speed machine, pistoning so fast into the hot cylinder of her pussy that his penis was a blur.

Glory could tell that he was trying to get off as soon as he could. Practical considerations were the last thing on her mind, so she cried "NO!" in frustration. Actually, she tried to cry "NO!" but all that came out was a rising "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na..." She was so enraptured by her sensations that she couldn't even complete a short word like "no."

But Alan couldn't stop now. In fact, it was such an intense fuck that it was unlikely that he could have prolonged it much longer even if he tried. He was bursting with emotion, and his penis had to burst too.

He shouted, "Aaaaahhhh!" and forgot his own admonition to keep quiet. Glory seemed to have a smaller, tighter pussy than most. It felt like a vice-grip around his shaft.

As he climaxed, he pushed in even further and it seemed like his penis hit her cervix as hard as if it hit a wall. But it was good. He was transported. It felt like death and then rebirth as wave after wave of cum flooded her depths.

Glory twisted and shuddered beneath him like a rag doll. Her legs were her most active parts; they swung wide and away from him, and then kicked about fiercely in the air as she grunted incoherently.

Slug after slug of Alan's white cum lewdly bubbled around her tightly-gripping pussy lips while his penis pulsed and throbbed continuously. He had a feeling, even as his mind went into overload, that his sperm had not just coated her love canal, but it had been deposited directly into her womb where, if she hadn't been on birth control, it would have most certainly gotten her pregnant.

His energy level collapsed, and he lay on top of her like a sack of potatoes. His whole body continued to twitch as if it couldn't stop the thrusting rhythm.

She continued to quietly moan, coming down from her last of many orgasms.

They embraced tightly for a minute or two, unable to do anything more despite the niggling concern in his brain, at least, that time was running out. His penis deflated some, but it remained inside her in a half-erect state.

Glory was the first to speak. His face lay on hers, but she made eye contact, and raised a hand to brush his cheek. "My love," was all she said, in a small, awe-filled voice.

She said it so lovingly, so wholeheartedly, that Alan was taken aback. He instantly knew that their relationship had changed in some profound way. It wasn't just that they'd shared an incredible fuck, though that was a big part of it. She looked at him through completely new eyes, though he didn't yet know just what that meant.

They remained there and stared deeply into each other's eyes from only a couple of inches away for what must have been another minute, until they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Alan looked up at the clock - it was three minutes until class started. He'd been running on a primal, pure emotional level, but now he had his first coherent thought. Oh shit. I'm fucked! How do I get out of here now?

He looked down at Glory.

She seemed completely oblivious. The knocking didn't register in her brain at all.

He shook her and whispered, "Glory. Get up! Get dressed! Your next class is in three minutes!" He rolled off of her and stood. As he did this, his penis came free and his cum pooled out of her pussy onto the sheet they lay upon.

That made some kind of impression on her, though a painfully slow one.

Alan rushed about, gathering up the pieces of their nun and priest uniforms and looked around madly for their street clothes.

Glory sat up and even more of his cum poured out of her.

He tossed her underwear at her even as he frantically pulled his shorts up. "Get dressed!" he urgently hissed.

She started to move her arms and legs into the underwear, though still too slowly for his tastes.

He looked at her with concern. I've heard of people having that freshly-fucked glow, but this is ridiculous! Glory is glowing so brightly that you could turn all the lights off and use her as a night light. She looks like she's been fucked senseless. She's flushed clear down to her chest. There must be a crowd of students gathering at the door, wondering why it's locked and she's not opening it. If I leave now, it's gonna look bad. Really bad. I probably look all flushed and fucked too. It would take an idiot not to put two and two together. Dang!

He'd finished dressing by this time, though Glory still had a long ways to go. The seconds ticked by. Even if she did get all her clothes on, her hair looked like a mess. Suddenly a desperate but clever thought came to Alan. Hey! I remember thinking that Michelle was hiding in Glory's closet. It would be big enough for me. I should just get in there, and screw fifth period. Somehow I'll sneak out in the break between fifth and sixth. But what do I do about Glory? She's still in la-la land.

"Glory, I'm going to hide in the closet," he whispered. "The whole fifth period. For the love of God, please don't let anyone find out."

She nodded. She was starting to come around and began to move a little more quickly. As she picked up the sheet she'd been fucked on, she deliberately put her hand right in the middle of the puddle of cum. She lifted up her now cum-drenched hand and studied it like a little child fascinated by a new toy. But after only a few seconds like this, she licked some of the cum from her hand and resumed getting ready.

"Now, as for you..." He pondered what to do with her, even as there the pounding at the door grew louder and more insistent. There was only a minute until the bell would ring. Most of the class would be waiting outside by now. "Do you have a cell phone?" he asked. He sprayed the air with a can of air freshener, as he or she usually did before the end of their lunch sessions.

"Yes," she whispered, puzzled.

"Good. Answer the door with the phone at your ear, like you're still on an important call. Keep talking into it. That'll explain why you haven't opened the door yet. Do you have a sister? Announce to the class that you've just heard your sister is pregnant. That'll explain why you look so blissed out."

"I don't have a sister."

"Best friend then. I'm popping in the closet. Good luck." With the nun and priest outfits in his hand, plus the cum-stained sheet they'd been lying on, he stepped into the closet.

Showing her first real sense of urgency, she hurried to the closet to close it. But then she lingered, staring at him briefly. She whispered, "Yes, my love," as she tenderly stroked his cheek with her hand. Then she kissed him quickly on the nose and closed the door.

As the door closed, he quickly whispered, "Your hair!" He saw one of her hands go up to her tousled hair in concern as the door shut.

Alan was engulfed in total darkness. He heard the bell ring and the sound of students pouring into the classroom. FUCK that was close!

He still panted from the excitement of the sex and the close call. I think we just pulled it off, if I can keep completely quiet here for an entire hour, and if Glory can get her act together enough to give them an in-class assignment or something. Dang, that was risky. I have no idea what all this "my love" stuff portends - probably more trouble even though I love her too. But it was soooo worth it!

A few seconds later, he realized that his cheek was coated with his own cum from her hand that swiped his face. He thought, I hope to God she doesn't have to touch anyone before class starts!

CHAPTER 8

Back at the Plummer house a few hours earlier in the morning, Susan and Suzanne followed their usual daily rituals. As Alan had left for school a short time before, that meant Susan was busy masturbating. Admittedly it was a very new tradition for her, but in recent weeks it had become an extremely consistent and important one.

She had whipped herself up to a masturbatory frenzy by the time Suzanne came over a few minutes later. Susan could hear rustling downstairs as Suzanne let herself in, just like she always did.

Shit! Susan cursed. Why now? I was just in the middle of some really good stuff. Tiger and me back on the beach. Except it was an empty tropical island and he said he needed me to make his babies. I was going to have his babies! ... Suzanne needs to give me more masturbation space. I wonder if I just stay up here, would she mind?

But Susan was a good host and came downstairs, though still randy and unsatisfied. Though Suzanne didn't realize it, Susan was practically ready to fuck a duck - she'd gotten all worked up with Alan before school, but Katherine had reaped all the rewards (and all the cum). She was unconsciously rubbing her stomach as she couldn't shake the idea of her son making her pregnant.

Suzanne was dressed up in "outside clothes," meaning she was still wearing a bra and panties. Susan could immediately tell because Suzanne's clothes were so tight and daring that the panty and bra lines showed quite clearly.

Susan stared ravenously at Suzanne, especially since Suzanne's outfit still showed a considerable amount of cleavage, but she tried to play it cool. She thought to herself, What's wrong with me? Am I looking at Suzanne in THAT WAY? Again? This psychiatric appointment can't come soon enough. I keep saying that 'cos it's so true. I just have to hold out until tomorrow. Keep it cool, Susan. Just keep it cool.

She went to make some coffee for the two of them and hoped that doing so would give her time to calm down a bit.

Susan made small talk. "Why are you dressed like that? How are we gonna do our morning exercises and nude sunbathing with you all bundled up in your undies?"

"Unfortunately, I'll have to skip all that today," Suzanne answered ruefully. "I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I have some actual business to attend to in L.A."

"Business?" Susan laughed. "Actual business? I've almost totally forgotten about the need to make money, but I guess the world does go on. You and I are so lucky that we can rely on our husbands' salaries and just have fun all day long. And how do we both repay them? By playing around with Alan. I would feel horrible, absolutely horrible, about the cheating, except that my husband has been such a god-awful lousy husband. But I still am technically married, and that nags at my conscience."

"Me too," Suzanne chimed in. "But I don't let it bother me. If this happened even ten years ago, I would feel bad. But now I don't think about it much, except that it makes playing with Alan that much more arousing, knowing that he's completely stolen me from my husband."

Susan giggled like a teenager. "Well, there is that. When I do think about it, it makes me so hot. I'm just glad that I don't love my husband anymore because I know if I did I'd be doing all of these things with my Tiger anyway. He's such an irresistible, lovable hunk! Every day I realize more and more how good he is for me. I'm completely alive and in love! But I guess there is the occasional nonsexual thing we have to do to survive. What takes you to L.A.? And why would you go outside like that?"

What Susan meant was that Suzanne's dress was unusually daring, even for her, for something to wear outside. For Susan, it would still be completely inconceivable since she remained like her old shy self when it came to the outside world. Suzanne wore a low-cut, navy blue, skin-tight tank top. Her matching blue skirt was more like two short flaps of cloth with high cuts going up her hips.

Suzanne bent forward to emphasize her cleavage; her huge breasts threatened to burst her tight top completely open. She answered flippantly, "Oh, I've got some dead dull business stuff to do. Taxes and that kind of thing. I bore myself to tears just thinking about it. I figure I can help sway those boring bureaucrats if they've too busy looking at my chest to think."

The answer was designed to cut off any further questions, and the ploy was successful. The real reason she dressed so daringly (by outside world standards) was that she wanted to impress Xania. The two of them used to feud over who was sexier.

Suzanne thought to herself, How ironic. She thinks I'm taking a day off to do something nonsexual, when in fact this trip, too, is sexual. At least the end goal is, anyway. I gotta make sure everything is all set with Xania for this fake psychiatric appointment tomorrow. What a royal bother.

Susan fiddled with the coffee machine to avoid further gawking at Suzanne's ostentatious cleavage display. Her effort not to lust after other women was slipping by the hour. "When will you be back?"

"Oh, I don't know. Dinner time. By the way, speaking of husbands, what do you think you'll do when Ron comes back? Isn't he going to come back for Christmas?"

"Knock on wood, he may not. I hope and pray. But whenever he comes back, I know there are going to be big changes. I may have to move out and get a job. I can't keep living a lie. If he insists on trying to touch me, I might even have to confess that I have a young lover. But who knows? I don't want to think about that right now. I have so many other worries on my mind. For instance..."

Susan was thinking more out loud than anything, but just in time she realized her next thought was about Suzanne. She came to an abrupt stop. She was glad that she was facing away from Suzanne to make the coffee, because her face got very red.

"What is it? You can tell me. Something about Alan I assume?"

"No, not about him for once. Something else." Susan was so embarrassed that she wanted to run and hide under a rock, but she only was digging herself in deeper with her shy look.

Suzanne raised her eyebrow with intense curiosity. "What?"

"I can't say." Susan said, blushing more and making Suzanne even more curious.

"Ah, come on. I'm your best friend. You can't keep secrets from me. I'll tickle it out of you if you do," she added in a sing-song voice.

That just got Susan even redder, as she imagined Suzanne tickling her, then holding her, then doing very sexual things to her. To make matters worse, the coffee was done so she had to turn around a give a cup to Suzanne. She did so, but kept her head down and blatantly avoided eye contact.

A curious Suzanne suggested, "Talk about it in the abstract. Pretend you're talking about someone else. That makes it easier."

Still blushing and looking away, Susan started, "Okay." She steeled herself with a deep sigh. "I have this friend. Jill. Jill has a problem. She has a daughter and a best friend, and a best friend's daughter. And a most wonderful son. And the thing is, lately they've all started kissing each other. On the lips. And it's great. The problem is, Jill is really, really liking it. Just this morning, she told me, she seriously made out with her own daughter! While they were both naked! I'm worried. Is Jill a lesbian? Is it wrong to feel these things? Is it a sin? Is she taking advantage of her friends and family for her own perverse sexual urges? What would they think? What would God think? What would her best friend think?"

Susan shyly looked up at Suzanne's face to see how Suzanne was taking it, and then quickly looked away.

Suzanne smiled softly and that made Susan feel a little bit better.

Suzanne thought, Awww. How cute. This is one reason why I love Susan so much. She manages to remain so good and innocent, even while discussing how she has become completely sex-obsessed. She decided to play along. "Tell your friend Jill that I know her best friend. Her name is, uh, Janet. Janet fooled around with other women in college and Jill knows that, doesn't she?"

"I guess I do. I mean, uh, I guess she does. She was told that a very long time ago. I think Jill hasn't really been thinking clearly lately and that totally slipped her mind."

"Well, Janet did fool around. A lot. So that already tells you that Janet doesn't find lesbian relations a problem at all. You know that Janet goes to church, and she doesn't think that love between women is a sin or immoral at all. Most women are naturally bisexual."

"Really?"

"Certainly. God made us that way so we'd be more eager to take part in threesomes and moresomes with naturally superior males such as Alan." Suzanne thought that was a load of bull, but she knew Susan would eat it up.

"Well, that makes sense," Susan said, still thinking deeply.

"Sure it does. There's nothing wrong with female bisexuality. What are you going to do when Alan wants you to take part in a threesome? Are you going to chicken out?"

"No, of course not. Just as long as there's no vaginal penetration."

"Then you might want to practice being with women, so you can pleasure him that much better. There's nothing wrong or immoral about that. The problem is when people hide their urges and bottle them up, and repress them. That's what's wrong." Suzanne twirled her fingers in her dark red hair innocently, aware that doing so would tempt Susan all the more.

"Really? You mean that?" Susan finally looked her friend in the eyes with hope and relief. "So you're not mad at, uh, Jill?"

Suzanne smiled even wider, happy with how the conversation was going and also still amused at the continuing Janet and Jill pretense. "No. Janet's not mad at Jill. You already told me, I mean, Jill already told Janet that she had feelings for her. To be honest, Janet finds Jill attractive too. Very, very attractive. Lately she's even been thinking some very horny thoughts about all the things she wants to do with Jill." She upped the scratchy sexiness of her voice while lowering the volume. "Jill is very curvy and sexy and kissable and busty and, well, all around HOT."

To drive the point home, Suzanne let one of her hands slowly and seductively wander to her own cleavage. She began to gently trace her fingers in the deep, open valley between her voluminous breasts. She was thinking she could be a little late in meeting Xania in L.A.

"Don't say that!" Susan cried out. She found her pussy began to pulse with excitement. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs to try and make the feeling go away. She regretted bringing the topic up when she was already so horny, since Alan left in the morning without giving her her usual morning mouthful of his cum. But then again, lately it would have been hard to find a time when she wasn't horny.

Suzanne reached out and tenderly touched the top of Susan's hand. "But it's true. Janet loves Jill very much. And there are many ways to express that love. Physical ways, even."

Susan felt her knees begin to buckle. She had to grab hold of the counter to support herself. She felt glad there was a counter between her and Suzanne or she wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation to rush into her friend's arms. "Oh no! Oh dear. I don't know what's worse. If you agreed with what I said or if you disagreed. Either way is so scary." Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and surprise.

Suzanne reached to the counter edge where Susan's hands had withdrawn, and held Susan's hands in hers. She looked intensely into her best friend's eyes. "Susan. I love you. I'd love you no matter what you do. We've been friends too long to stop now. If you wanted to make love to a goat, I'd even support you in that. Wait. Let me take that back. I'd think you're fuckin' nuts and find a way to get you to stop, but we'd still be friends. No matter what. Right?"

Tears rolled down Susan's cheeks as she was overcome by the love that radiated from Suzanne. She rushed around the counter and threw herself into Suzanne. They hugged each other tightly. "Suzanne! I love you so much! You're closer than a sister. Jill is so lucky to have Janet as a friend."

"Janet's just as lucky to know Jill. You're just about the best thing that ever happened to me all these long, lonely years before Alan's 'problem', not counting having Brad and Amy."

They held each other in an emotional embrace for several minutes.

Susan had her head nuzzled into Suzanne's neck. Finally she looked up into Suzanne's eyes, and said, "So you don't think I'm a freak if I have these lesbian urges?"

"Here's what I think about that." Suzanne grabbed Susan by the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. This wasn't the first time they'd kissed that way, but their previous times, as great as they were, paled in comparison to the intensity of this kiss. Susan had opened her mouth to gasp, making it easy for Suzanne's tongue to penetrate. The kiss went on for many minutes as their tongues delightfully battled each other. They were left gasping for air. The coffee was long forgotten.

"Wow," Susan exclaimed as they finally broke away. She kidded, "I take it that means you're okay with it."

"You might say that," Suzanne replied wryly. "I think we need to resume our hello and good-bye kiss greetings, don't you?"

"Yeah!" Susan laughed. They stared happily into each others' eyes.

Then Susan spoke out loud more to herself than to Suzanne, "How long did I put those kisses on hold? One evening? No, I kissed Brenda last night, so not even that. I'm so hopeless. But what will the psychologist think? As if I'm not gonna come across as enough of a nympho freak already! This is so weird for me, the former Ms. Prude of the World. Xania is gonna order me locked up for sure!"

"No. It's not like that," Suzanne said sweetly. "You can tell her all about this. Xania does a lot of counseling for gay and lesbian couples. She's totally fine with these things. She'll be very pleased to see that you're finally getting in touch with your true feelings. After all, it's not like you're becoming a lesbian. You're just appreciating both sexes. Do you think you'll ever stop wanting to suck your son's cock?"

Susan snorted with laughter. "Are you kidding me?! No way!" She showered Suzanne's face with a series of affectionate pecks.

Suzanne did likewise and then replied, "So there's no problem, and you know he's only gonna love the bisexual action. Look. I wish we could talk about this much more, but I really have to run. I'm expected in L.A. already."

She thought to herself, That's too damn true. I wish I could stay here and get seriously passionate with Susan. She's ripe! This is so fucking incredible! Unbelievable! Everything in my larger plan for the Plummer family is going so great. But I can't keep Xania waiting too long. Everything has to go perfectly tomorrow so Susan can get through that appointment more sexually minded than ever before. Then she and I are going to fuck each other to Kingdom Come. Or maybe to the kingdom of cum, heh-heh! That is, when I'm not fucking Alan or Katherine! Heh-heh-heh!

Loving and fucking, and fucking and loving, with such lovable people. I feel like I'm getting back in control of things, especially after wowing Alan with that anal sex last night. Somebody pinch me. This is too good!

They had one more good-bye French kiss session at the front door before Suzanne had to leave.

Suzanne was frustrated that she was so dressed up, because she didn't have time to get naked for a nice grope session and then get all dressed up again. There will be time enough for that, she consoled herself. Lots of time. Very soon. Then she was gone.

Susan literally collapsed into a chair. She didn't even realize when it happened, but at some point she'd climaxed from the kiss, and now her thighs were wet beneath her skirt. She decided to take a nap, and then a shower, before she resumed some serious masturbating.

Still bothered by the lack of her usual morning cum load, she fucked her face with her fingers for a few minutes, imagining it was Alan's dick there instead. She desperately wished she had the guts to go to a store and buy a dildo so she could simulate such things better.

Then, in a sudden burst of inspiration, she thought, What the hell? I'm an adult woman, so why can't I buy a dildo? I'm getting over my prudishness, and that means getting over this fear of doing anything risqué in public, too. I'll go out and buy the best dildo I can find, one that looks as close to the same size as Alan's beautiful cock as possible. Then I'll fuck myself silly with it. Yes. Yes. Yes! Since I can't allow my son to fuck me, I have to satisfy my pussy somehow. Or, if he does fuck me, I need to have it nice and ready for the best cock in California. Of course I have to hope he doesn't lead me into a life of incestuous sin, but if he does I'll have to accept my fate. Resistance is useless.

And I need a special ass dildo too! Yes, I can't forget my ass! Because there's no doubt that Alan's monster is going to go in there, at least, and I have to get ready for such a very large object.

Susan hurriedly dressed into her "outside world clothes," grabbed her purse, and got into her car. She knew just the place to go and get sex toys, too, as Suzanne had pointed it out.

But when she got there, she couldn't bear the shame of the store clerk looking into her face as she put the dildo on the counter for purchase. She returned home empty-handed. Her vagina was more frustrated with unfulfilled need than ever.

CHAPTER 9

Alan made it out of Glory's class at the end of fifth period without anyone suspecting.

By the end of the class Glory had fully regained her wits. She rushed her students out the door, pretending that she wanted to be alone to call her "pregnant best friend" again. She checked to see if the coast was clear in the hallway and hustled Alan out at the right moment.

They only spoke briefly, as both knew they'd have plenty of time to talk later. She just whispered to him as she guided him to the door, "And to think, I protested when you started fucking me! I think you'll need to spank me soon to punish me for my bad attitude. See ya!" She winked playfully at him.

He found himself outside the door, in the busy hallway. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the light.

He staggered down the hall in a daze, amazed at how surreal it all was. As if holding my breath for an hour in a closet and trying not to fall asleep wasn't weird enough, she has to leave me with that arousing spanking thought. I should spank her just for that! Now I'm going to have to go to my tennis class with another boner. But I guess there's nothing unusual about that. I think if the Guinness Book of World Records had a category for most constantly aroused kid of all time, my picture would be in there.

He sighed with both glee and frustration and kept walking to his next class.

He hadn't gone more than a few steps when Amy bounded up to him. "Alan!" she said joyfully, as she practically jumped into his arms and covered his face with a series of quick pecks. She was the epitome of happiness. She'd been walking on air ever since word had gotten out at school the day before that she and Alan were boyfriend and girlfriend. To unexpectedly run into Alan made life just that much sweeter for her.

But, just as quickly, she pulled away and said, "I'm meeting some friends just around the corner. Check it out!" Then she skipped off.

Alan stood for a minute to ponder the issue of P.D.A. - public displays of affection. It occurred to him that it was something he and Amy would have to discuss. No doubt she was eager to all but fuck him in the school hallways if she saw him, so it was up to him to set the boundaries. Just like with Katherine. I've got to be the responsible one.

He belatedly made his way around the corner and saw Amy some distance away, standing in the middle of a cluster of girls. She was the most attractive, but the others were quite pretty, too. She talked with great animation and glee, as usual, and he wondered why she wanted him to see this discussion in particular. It was too far for him to hear what she was saying to the others, but then she started to gesture with her hands.

Alan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Amy's hands flew back and forth in front of her in what could only be a demonstration of her handjob techniques. Clearly she was showing the others just what she did to her new boyfriend, and just how she did it.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, she held a hand in front of her face, as if to grip an invisible penis, and began to mime her cocksucking technique. Her face was one of near rapture. The other girls all looked on with excitement and envy.

Alan peeked around the hall corner like a bad spy, not hiding himself that well.

Amy suddenly turned his way, and smiled and waved with the hand not holding the imaginary penis.

He instantly turned red as a beet.

The girls saw him and broke into very embarrassed giggles.

Alan awkwardly waved to the crowd of girls, then fled down the hallway where he'd just come from, even though his class was in the other direction.

As he walked a longer route to his tennis class, he thought, Dang. There's been this rising interest in me from the girls at this school, as I've become this increasingly sexy and mature guy in recent weeks but no one knew why. I've become the "mystery guy." People are asking, "Who is he going with, and what are they doing?" But now Amy is touting my sexual skills like some kind of carnival barker. I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the attention is only going to increase, and I already have more females than I can possibly handle. This is crazy! I know Amy means well, but I've got a very bad feeling about this.

Reality intruded on Alan's life as he had to play tennis for an hour. But then he had his "appointment" with the cheerleaders after school. He was almost afraid to go into the theater room at the end of school. He wondered just what kind of bizarreness he'd face next.

The only thing he knew was that he had to finish off Janice's painting job, as he'd never gotten around to painting her most private places the day before. He didn't know who would be there, though he expected to see Janice, Joy, and Heather, just like last time.

But to his surprise, when he arrived Joy wasn't there and Amy was. (Katherine, of course, was missing, as she wanted to avoid any sexual situation with the other cheerleaders where her incestuous relationship with Alan might get accidentally exposed.)

Alan was let in by Heather.

She seemed to be in a surly mood, as was Janice, no doubt from their continuing feud with each other. It appeared the two of them had reached some kind of truce so they could (barely) tolerate each other, in order to get through their cheerleading practices. But both of them radiated with hatred for each other.

It occurred to Alan that his arrival probably greatly inflamed the situation, as the two of them would be competing for his attention.

Amy, on the other hand, was living on a different planet - a very happy planet. She seemed to be totally oblivious to the ill feelings that filled the room. Heather had opened the door for Alan, but it was Amy he greeted as she tackled him with a big hug the second the door was opened.

"My love!" she cried with joy, like she'd been separated from him for a year or more.

Heather grudgingly closed the door, which allowed Amy to throw off whatever restraints she might have and kiss Alan in an all-out body grope.

Alan briefly pondered, "My love." There's that phrase again. This can't be good, if both Glory and Amy see me as their one true love. And then, of course, Sis feels the same way. And let's not even talk about Mom. Or Suzanne. Holy fuck! Too many women, and I love them all. This keeps building and building, and it's bound to explode sooner or later. <Sigh>

He gave in and let himself enjoy the French kissing for a bit, until Heather said in a nasty tone, "My, my. The two little lovebirds sure do love each other. But I didn't come here to watch you two kiss."

Alan broke away from Amy and regarded Heather. Heather was dressed in her street clothes, as was Amy and Janice.

Heather glared at him icily and stiffly, while Janice was in a similar stance, except she glared at Heather.

"Nice to see you too, Heather," Alan said with a touch of sarcasm.

He'd managed to open Amy's top and take off her bra during the grope, and now he idly fondled her tits, making her squirm and moan. He knew that it was easier to deal with Heather when she was aroused, and he also knew the bisexual Heather would greatly appreciate his fondling of Amy's ample rack. For some reason, he had no lack of confidence when doing this kind of thing around the imposing Heather.

In a kinder tone, he turned to Janice and greeted her.

Janice said hello and smiled back, but it looked forced.

Although it was the end of school, Alan felt rushed because, technically, he was still grounded and supposed to go straight home. Susan, despite her blissed-out, constant horniness, was likely to still care about the grounding, if only because any delay in his return meant that much longer until she could suck him off. But she was so generally good-natured and tolerant that he figured he had a little bit of time to play with.

Staring at both Heather and Janice, he said, "Before we get started, we need to straighten something out here. Just what the hell is the burr up your butts, you two? I'm not going to do anything until we get this out in the open and resolved."

He paused, but neither said a word. So he crossed his arms and goaded, "Well? I'm waiting."

The two remained silent and looked everywhere but at him. Finally, Janice said, "I'd like to talk to you about it, but not here. Not with Heather here." She practically spat out the word "Heather."

Heather was more stubborn and didn't say anything at all, but just stood with her arms crossed and a deep frown on her face.

Alan thought to himself, Aggressiveness works. I've got to be really "balls out" here.

Inside he was uncertain about what to do, but outwardly he appeared in command. He said with a shrug, "Okay, if that's the way it's going to be, then we have two options. One, I can leave right now. I see no reason to help either of you as long as you're acting like complete bitches. Two, the two of you kiss and make up. And I do mean that literally. If the two of you can bring each other off, then and only then will I do the painting. And to give you some incentive, I'll fuck the first one to make the other one cum."

Worried that might make them too aggressive, he added, "Or the one who makes the other one cum more tenderly and lovingly. I'll decide which when it's done."

Heather and Janice stared at him in astonishment. They both could hardly believe what he had demanded, yet both of them knew that they would do it without question if it meant a chance to get fucked by him. He was that good.

Heather was chagrined with appreciation at the twisted brilliance of his plan. It was something she wished she'd been able to do with her lovers, but she never had.

Amy, meanwhile, pouted because Alan had stopped massaging her tits. She thrust her chest out at him and arched her back backwards at an almost improbable angle to gain his attention.

He took notice and resumed his fondling.

She cooed in reply, seemingly unconcerned with the feud in front of her.

He imagined that if it were up to her to resolve the conflict, she would say something simple like, "Hey, you two, be nice. Don't fight."

"I'm in a hurry," Alan barked. "Get naked before I get mad and decide to leave. You too, Aims."

Amy threw him a playful salute and said, "Yes, sir!" in a giggly, chirpy tone. She actually made a peace sign with her fingers as she made her salute - she was very big on the peace sign. Even though she wasn't a "hippy chick," the phrase "make love, not war" fit her perfectly.

Heather also said "Yes, sir," but in a mocking, sarcastic tone. Yet she didn't hesitate to quickly take her clothes off, as if she was a private responding to a military command.

Janice didn't say anything at all, but just stripped. She continued to seethe at Heather all the while.

Alan was very pleased with himself. The group seemed to be chilling out a bit and coming under his command. He said, "I'm not horny enough. Do something to get me going."

Heather shot him an angry look but walked over to Amy and whispered in her ear.

Janice meanwhile, continued to undress. She was stalling for time because she didn't want to have to touch Heather if she didn't have to.

Heather and Amy kissed on the lips and then Amy began slowly working her way down Heather's body, kissing along the way. She quickly got down to Heather's pussy and started kissing and licking there.

Heather just remained standing imperiously, not doing anything in return to Amy.

Alan was enjoying the sight but then it came to him that this was another one of Heather's power plays. She was taking his official girlfriend and having Amy service Heather's pleasure. So it became all about Heather's enjoyment instead of all about Alan's.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, enough of that. Heather I see your little game."

"What?" Heather asked with mock innocence. Her face was triumphant.

"Here's something that'll wipe away that sneer," Alan said. "I want you and Janice to get it on. Right here, right now."

Janice and Heather both started to protest at the same time.

But Alan cut in with a sharp, "Shut up! I'm in charge here. Janice, lay on top of Heather. Use that couch in the back of the stage."

There were a lot of dirty looks all around, but the two of them migrated there and left their clothes behind.

Alan was still dressed, but he didn't stay that way for long. He dropped his shorts to the floor. With Amy standing next to him, he turned to her and said, "You know what to do."

Amy again replied with a cheery "Yes, sir," and went to work on his penis with both hands. "Should I suck it?" she asked enthusiastically.

Alan noticed Heather mouthing the words "Should I suck it?" while rolling her eyes and non-verbally mocking Amy's cheerfulness. He pretended not to notice and instead answered Amy, "Up to you. Maybe you want to alternate, because I don't think you're gonna want to miss Heather and Janice. Check these two out. It should be veeeery interesting."

Amy muttered a quick "M'kay." But apparently she was more interested in his penis than the show, because she immediately dropped to her knees and began to suck.

Alan laughed with delight. As he thought many times a day, he couldn't believe how great everything in his life was.

CHAPTER 10

Heather eyed Janice warily as Janice tried to figure out how to set herself down on the head cheerleader. "Don't you dare scratch me, or I'll scratch your eyeballs out," Heather warned menacingly.

"The same," Janice spat back. "Don't try anything or I'll pop the silicone sacks in your fake tits with MY nails!"

Alan looked at the two girls' hands from where he stood and realized with relief that, in fact, neither girl had long fingernails.

"Fake?" Heather countered. "Who says they're fake? You WISH you had tits half as big as mine!" They were fake, but Heather wasn't going to easily concede that fact.

Janice fully lay down on Heather right as Heather said this, which inspired Heather to add snidely, "And don't crush my face with your fat ass."

"Fat?! I have a perfect ass, you lard butt. Alan, don't you like my ass? Whose do you like? My ass, or Ms. Silicone Wide Load here?"

With that, all lingering remnants of civility completely broke down. The two of them began attacking each other in an unrestrained catfight. Janice got behind Heather and tried to pin her to the floor.

But Alan quickly shouted out, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey, HEY! Stop that!" That only slowed them down a bit, so he yelled even more forcefully, "Stop moving! Freeze! Freeze altogether!"

That finally brought them to a halt. But they still seemed raring to go at each other.

Heather said between gritted teeth, "What? We're just settling our differences."

"Hey, you two," Alan complained. "I'm in charge, and you'll do what I say. Your goal is to get each other off, not kill each other. And no talking, since you two are unlikely to say anything nice. Just do it. Get each other off." Amy was between his thighs, happily sucking him off as he talked.

That caused the two angry girls to redirect their attention to the assigned task at hand. As indicated by Heather's mocking concern at having her face crushed, Janice positioned herself in a sixty-nine position over Heather, figuring that pussy licking was the fastest way to get the job done for both of them.

So they went at each other, hesitantly at first. Their tongues got to work quickly and easily enough, but the problem for each was where to put their hands. Grasps quickly turned to scratches. Heather, not surprisingly, was particularly aggressive, and scratched at Janice's lower back like a cat with bared claws.

Alan was again relieved that neither had long fingernails, but long, red marks were made just the same. Had there been any chance at permanent damage, he would have stopped things immediately, but he figured that a certain amount of abuse was inevitable given their mutual hatred for each other.

Amy looked over her shoulder from time to time to see how the other two girls were doing, but generally she was fully content to focus on the penis in her mouth. After a couple of minutes, she alternated from sucking to licking and whispered to him, "Alan, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Is there some reason why you're not fucking me? Don't you want to fuck? We could do it right now."

"I know. But when we do it, I want it to be something really special. This scene is way too seedy. It should be just you and me, after a really special night."

"M'kay." Her voice was sad.

He added, "Maybe tonight, even. I'll see if my little guy is up for it." He mused at the irony that earlier in the day it was Glory who said wait to fuck until they could have a more romantic setting and now he was the one using the same line. But it was true. He wanted it to be a memory that would last a lifetime.

"M'kay!" She said this with much more enthusiasm. She took his penis deep and sucked with greater vigor.

Alan could hardly concentrate on the hot lesbian scene in front of him, given the way Amy was going at it. She'd gotten a lot better at cocksucking lately. He figured he knew why because he detected her performing some of Suzanne's special moves. He wished he could have been a fly on the wall as Suzanne gave cocksucking lessons to her daughter.

But he did his best to watch the others despite Amy's arousing distractions. Janice and Heather had settled down into a pattern that was part cat fight, part sex. As an observer, it was a very hot thing for him to watch, especially since he knew their emotions were completely real. It was like both of them were two different people, one represented by the tongue, which lapped with great fervor. The other, represented by the hands, attacked and grasped aggressively. Both of them scratched all over and left fingernail marks everywhere, even as they passionately licked pussies and clits.

Alan came close to a climax. However he was able to put his hands on Amy's head and pull her away so he could rest and then keep going. He pulled her just out of range of his penis, but she playfully stuck her tongue out as far as it could go and just barely managed to reach the tip of his erection from time to time. It was a fun game, even if it didn't help him calm down very much.

While her mouth was temporarily unoccupied, he asked, "Aims, why were you telling all your friends today about your handjob and cocksucking technique?"

"Two reasons. One, I want to be very frank with them so they'll want to share their experiences and I can learn and get that much better. It's hard to compete with mmma- many others." She was going to say "my mom and Susan and Katherine," but luckily she realized Janice and Heather might hear, even though they were increasingly self-involved.

She continued, "Two, and the main reason, is I want them to all know what a great lover you are and how totally super-amazing it is to even suck your thingy. The more beautiful the girl is, the more I hype you up. That way, you'll never have to go without. If you're in class, and you get hard, hopefully some cute girl sitting next to you will take notice, which isn't hard the way your thingy always boings up in your tight shorts. Then maybe she can reach over and lend you a hand."

Alan practically swooned with delight. He was blown away at her giving and sharing sprit. He was also blown away by her very sexy classroom idea. "What? Right in the middle of class? Do you realize how impossible that is? Even for me, in my surreal, unbelievable world, that could never, ever happen."

She conceded the point, though she commented, "Well, it might happen if I was sitting next to you. But, in any case, that's what the breaks between classes are for. So we cheerleaders and others can all take turns sucking you off."

As if to illustrate, she lunged forward, pushing against the hands on her head. She succeeded in swallowing the whole head of his penis before he pushed her back. But he didn't push back hard, and the tip of her tongue danced around his piss hole.

Alan shook his head in amazement. As he stared ahead at the lesbian fight-fuck, he marveled, "Aims, do you have any idea about the limitations of the male body? I can only cum so many times a day. With all the great females I can choose from, I'm not going to waste an opportunity on some girl at school I hardly even know. So don't spread rumors. If I did want a quick blow between classes, if there was even time, which there isn't, I'd want to do it with you." He stroked her hair lovingly and smiled down at her.

That made Amy very happy. "M'kay! Cool! But don't you want to try some others out, just once? All my friends are so eager to help. You should see how much they adore you now! I think it would be just the wowest thing if every girl in school had a chance to get a mouthful of your cum. I don't mind as long as you never forget who your official girlfriend is."

Deciding she'd gone long enough without that mouth-full-of-penis feeling, she pressed forward even more forcefully and took his erection in again.

But Alan wasn't ready yet. He was still on a hair trigger. "Wait! Wait, Aims! Just hold it there for a minute."

So she held it there until he gave her a sign that she could keep going. Alan kept watching Heather and Janice, which didn't help him recover any. But he eventually decided that it would rude to keep Amy waiting any longer.

Finally allowed to keep going, she mumbled, "Today I already learned some stuff from one girl that I can do with my teeth. Here. Let me try." She put his penis between her cheek and teeth, as if she was brushing her teeth with his dick. That was something she'd never done before. She scraped across it with her teeth, again rather like brushing.

No one had done that to him before, not even Suzanne. Most of Suzanne's cocksucking tricks involved her tongue since hers was so unusually long and dexterous. But he liked Amy's technique.

Alan looked forward and saw Janice and Heather attacking each other even more aggressively. To his great surprise, he realized that both of them had already cum, yet they were still at it. It looked like they had no intention of stopping.

He grunted through clenched teeth to Amy's bobbing head below, "Maybe you shouldn't stop telling your friends what you're doing, as long as you keep learning tricks like that."

"M'kay!" she mumbled through her penis-filled mouth.

He thought, Thank God for Amy. When everyone else is getting more and more jealous, Amy only wants to share me even more. What a perfect girlfriend. Am I charmed or what?

Then a disturbing thought occurred to him. "Aims, scratch that. Do you realize, the way you've been talking in the last day or two, no doubt everyone is going to think that you're a total slut. You should stop talking before you ruin your reputation."

She laughed, and sat up some more so she could titfuck him while she talked. "But why should they say that? I'm so totally NOT a slut. The only guy I've ever been with is you, except for that stupid Jack Johnson, and he just touched me a little bit. The only way I'm a slut is if I'm an Alan slut. I'll spread my legs for you anytime, anywhere."

She giggled, "Right here is good." She adjusted her position then placed his dick in her cleavage. It was time for a titfuck.

Her tongue flickered at the tip of his penis again as she slid his penis up and down her cleavage. She didn't prepare with any lubrication, but she didn't need to because his penis was soaked with his pre-cum and her saliva. It dawned on him that he'd never titfucked her before. Then it further dawned on him that he wouldn't be able to fully appreciate it because there was no way he could hold out another minute.

He looked up at Janice and Heather. The two of them were now sitting up on the couch. They rubbed their furry pussies against each other while kissing passionately.

He was stunned yet again at the turn of events, because they were really getting into each other. Sometimes it even appeared like they were looking into each others' eyes with love.

Yet at the same time, the anger was still there. They continued to scratch at each other. Both bodies were covered with dozens of tiny red scratch lines, most on the hips and lower back.

He further realized that they occasionally whispered to each other quietly, hopeful that he wouldn't hear. Between passionate kisses, they would mutter things like, "Bitch," or "Hussy," or "Carpet Muncher," before attacking another body part with their mouths. Neither paid the slightest bit of attention to him or Amy.

It was all too exciting for Alan. His PC muscle had been battling all this stimulation for a long time now, but it finally lost the fight. He pushed Amy's head deeper into his crotch so there was more cocksucking and less titfucking.

He deposited a load in her mouth and she slurped it down as quickly as it came out. It was a disappointingly small amount by his usual standards, but Amy didn't seem to mind.

He staggered away from Amy and tried to get some air.

Amy immediately followed, on her knees, and said, "I want that precious last drop." She was remembering Katherine's semi-joking advice that the last drop was the sweetest. When she got in front of him again, she started to lick his entire groin clean.

Alan braced himself against the couch Janice and Heather were using, and tried to remain upright on wobbly knees.

That finally reminded them of his presence, but they still didn't stop. Slowly but surely, they worked themselves up to climax. With one final orgasm for each of them in what no doubt had been a long series, they clawed and scratched and cussed themselves to completion. Then both disengaged and flopped down into the couch, away from each other.

Heather was the first to speak. "I have to admit, Janice, that was surprisingly good. You're not too bad. Thanks."

Janice replied, "Thanks, Joy." She quickly threw a hand over her mouth and blushed as she realized she'd said "Joy," not "Heather."

Heather might have teased her about that, but she was too tired. But both she and Alan took note.

Alan thought, Huh. I guess Janice must have a thing for Joy, and somehow imagined Heather as a substitute. I wonder what the ramifications of that are. What does Joy think? Have they done it with each other? In fact, has Janice ever done it with another girl before at all?

He asked, "Hey Janice, was that your first time with a girl?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she said, wiping the girl-cum from her face. She looked very glum and slunk further into the couch, perhaps ruing the fact that her first time with another girl was with her nemesis, Heather.

Heather was more lively, no doubt due to her greater sexual experience. She said brightly as she sat up, "So Alan, I made Janice cum first. Do I get to claim my prize?"

Janice sat up, now peeved. "You LIAR! You did not! I totally made you cum first!"

Heather replied, "Did not, you tiny-titted albino. As IF you could beat me on your first time." Her grudging words of semi-kindness to Janice were already forgotten.

But rather than reply, Janice sank back into the couch glumly. It looked like she would cry. She muttered, "Bitch! I should have known better than to feel..." Her voice faded away.

Alan thought, I don't know what's going on, but I have a feeling it sucks to be Janice right now. It seems like Janice was reaching out to Heather with her love making somehow, and now feels betrayed.

He announced, while Amy still lapped at his balls, doing much more than cleaning them, "I declare Janice the winner. However, I'm in no position to hand out the victory prize. Amy kind of overwhelmed me here with the intensity of her sucking. Tomorrow at lunch, Janice."

Heather looked like she would have attacked him with a weapon if there was one in range, so he added, "And as for you, Heather, I'm not forgetting about you. Sorry it's been a while. There will be a nice consolation prize for you tomorrow as well."

That seemed to temporarily appease the vindictive blonde, even though she complained, "Consolation prize? Hrmph! It had better be damn good, Romeo."

"It will be." He wasn't even sure what it would be, but he figured he'd think up something when the time came. He continued to the whole group, "Once we're all recovered a bit, let me take care of the rest of that paint job, Janice. Then I really should get home. I'm way overdue."

He imagined Susan waiting impatiently with an open and eager mouth. He further imagined frustrating Glory at lunch tomorrow by these new plans with Janice, but he decided that Janice needed a positive experience more than Glory did.

He wondered, Will I be able to make it to the Boy Scout trip on Friday before I utterly collapse? At least maybe I made some headway in fixing things between Heather and Janice. Or maybe not. I can't really tell.

CHAPTER 11

Painting Janice's privates went relatively uneventfully.

Heather saw that she wasn't going to get in any more sexual action from anyone and immediately left.

Amy waited outside so Alan could be alone with Janice.

Alan wanted the privacy so he could hear from Janice just what was going on with her and Heather, and also her and Joy, given her mysterious "Thanks, Joy," comment.

He said, "Okay, Janice, I'm no genius about relationships, but it's pretty obvious that you're attracted to Joy, but there's a problem. What is it?"

"I am not!"

"Janice, look. I'm not going to tell anybody, just as I'm not going to say anything about what we all did here today. Haven't I shown I keep my mouth shut about this kind of stuff? You've been bottling it up. You need someone to talk to, I can tell. I'm safe. Don't hold it in."

Janice sighed heavily. But with a little more coaxing, she told him everything. She was extremely gratified to have someone she could safely confess to. She ended up crying quite profusely.

Alan tried to comfort her with kind words and a hug, and that made her feel better, but he had no idea how to fix her problem. Janice loved Joy, but Joy had no lesbian tendencies. It was a tough problem. Janice's other problem of blaming Heather for bringing out these frustrated feelings inside her seemed relatively minor in comparison.

Janice thanked Alan profusely for listening. She was amazed at how good it felt to share her bottled up emotions. The two of them hadn't known each other well before, but now they had a special bond.

Alan had to hurry home - he was skating on thin ice with Susan in pushing the limits of his grounding. Further, he'd cum three times already: once in the morning with Katherine, once with the Glory lunch fuck, and then once with Amy's blowjob and titfuck. While that wasn't exceptional by his recent standards, his body had had its fill for a while. As much as he looked forward to a welcome home titfuck or blowjob from his mother, he knew it was asking too much of his penis and of his energy level. Shockingly, a nap actually appeared more tempting.

He met Amy waiting outside the theater room door as he left.

She sidled up to him and said, "Hey, official boyfriend, how would you like to have an official bike ride home with your official girlfriend?" The sweet smile on her face and the way she coyly played with her hair captivated him.

He couldn't help but smile in return. "Officially speaking, I give that idea the official thumbs up."

She laughed with glee and hugged him tightly. Down below, her crotch rubbed against his. She took full advantage of the fact that she was the only woman in his life who could get away with such a bold move in public. Even though he was flaccid at the moment, she still liked grinding crotches.

Alan froze up momentarily, but relaxed as he realized they were nearly alone and no one was likely to notice the way their legs intimately entwined. He happily hugged back and kissed her lightly on the forehead. He asked, "But could you do me a favor? You have a cell phone, right?"

"Yep!" She pulled it out and proudly showed it off.

Alan didn't have one as he didn't call that many people. "Can you call up Katherine? I'm hoping that you and she can run some interference for me, 'cos I'm too tired to face a certain big-titted MILF waiting at home."

Katherine answered the phone and happily agreed to help, so his scheme came off easily.

Amy came to the Plummer house through the front door without knocking, in Alan's stead. She was the decoy.

Alan, meanwhile, snuck through the back door so he could go straight to his room and take a much-needed nap.

Susan was dressed in a loose bath robe, ready for quick action. When she heard the front door open, she stood up, opened the front of her robe expectantly, and said, "Tiger, would you..." She was going to say, "Would you like some milk straight from the source?" but she stood in quiet surprise instead.

After an awkward pause, she blinked her eyes repeatedly and asked, "Amy? What are you doing here?" She closed her robe in embarrassment. "Where's Alan?"

Right on cue, Katherine walked up to Susan from behind, put her hands on her mother's shoulders in an affectionate way, and said, "Double bummer for you, Mom."

Susan twirled around. "Double? Why double?"

"First off, you'll have to miss your regular afternoon fill of cum. Alan is already upstairs sleeping." Katherine hugged around her mother's waist, just below her rack. Her hands ended below each tit, and she lightly rested them there, allowing her to "inadvertently" lightly caress them.

"He is? How did I miss that?" Susan shuddered because she felt her daughter's hands move up and reach her (unsurprisingly) hard nipples. She brushed the hands away, mindful of Amy's presence.

Amy had kept on walking into the house. Her main role in the diversion was over, and she thought she should give the other two some room. She sat down in the living room and started to watch television.

Katherine placed her hands on Susan's shoulders, looking for another way to get physical, and replied, "I don't know. But second, it's a bummer because you won't get to have Alan watch when you have your spanking. We should do it while he's napping so we don't over-stimulate the poor guy's brain. He looks really wiped out. He fell asleep in like three seconds."

Susan clutched her robe tightly and turned to Katherine in surprise. "Spanking? What spanking?!"

"Mom, don't you remember? How you were bad and broke your own rules? I reminded you about it this morning. We delayed the punishment a bit, but we can't put it off forever. What's happened to your memory?"

Susan sighed. "Oh no. That spanking. I forgot all about that. I don't know if I'm coming or going sometimes."

Katherine walked around to face Susan and placed her hands on her mother's shoulders from the front this time. She pushed Susan's robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Looking into her eyes, she said, very seriously, "Mom, let's get this straight. The answer is easy. I think it's safe to say that most of the time, you're cumming." Then she burst into laughter.

Susan also laughed, but said, "Very funny," in a peeved manner and tried to hide her amusement. Getting more serious, she asked, "Angel, you're not really going to go through with that spanking, are you?"

"You know I am. It's for your own good. And besides, you agreed already."

"I did, didn't I?"

"You did. There's no backing out now. When you don't obey authority, you get punished. End of story."

Susan found it strangely arousing to have to obey her daughter and get punished by her. She thought, This is so wrong. This is why I need professional help. Why does hearing my daughter tell me to "obey authority" make my pussy get all wet and gushy?

Stalling for time, Susan asked, "But what about Suzanne? Someone needs to be the referee. Otherwise things might get out of hand. I was hoping she'd do the spanking and you would referee. I don't seem to have any restraint on myself lately, but then I regret things later. And I want to have a clear head for the psychologist meeting tomorrow morning. But Suzanne said she would be in L.A. for most of the day. Again. She probably won't be over until after dinner."

"We could have Amy referee," Katherine suggested. "She's not doing anything right now." She hadn't told Amy about the spanking part of the diversion plan, but she figured it would be easy enough to include her.

Susan pondered that and concluded, "Nah. She's too innocent."

Katherine was disappointed, and thought, If she only knew. But she let it pass, and said, "Then it's up to me. Don't worry, I'll be good. I mean, one of us has to be, since you're been so very, very baaaaaad." Her voice was quite naughty.

Susan unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, excited at the way her daughter was coming on to her. She asked nervously, "Do you promise? Promise to do nothing more than a spanking? You won't touch me in any inappropriate places?"

Inwardly Katherine cursed. Like Alan, she hated to go directly against the word of her mother. So she was disappointed when she had to say, "I promise I won't touch you in any inappropriate places during this spanking." Like Alan, she was very specific in her promises with her mother so as to not limit her options later. The key was the words "during this spanking."

She suggested to her mother, "Now, let's go downstairs. I think the basement would be the best. We can lay you down on some of the exercise equipment." Katherine slipped out of her dress and beckoned Susan from the top of the stairs.

Susan complained as she walked down the stairs naked, "I really shouldn't be allowing you to do this, Angel. It's not right for a daughter to punish a mother. It's like the children are taking over around here. But we do have to think about Alan." She had to hold her big tits as she walked to keep their bouncing under control.

Katherine said encouragingly, "Yes. Obeying Alan is important."

That wasn't what Susan meant. She was thinking that it was important for her to follow her own boundaries and rules so she could pleasure Alan without conflict. But in her sex-mad state, she liked Katherine's interpretation better. "Yes. Alan is the man of the house now, isn't he? If we disagree with him, why, that would be chaos."

"Yes," Katherine agreed. "We can't have chaos. Alan belongs in charge, doesn't he? His sexual virility proves that. Those who disobey him get spanked." She hoped that if Susan completely obeyed Alan, then Susan wouldn't be able to prevent her from openly having sex in the house with her brother.

Susan replied, "Yes." She wasn't really thinking deeply, but it all made sense to her. "It's probably best if we get this out of the way right away. I think that you're right that we're possibly in danger of overstimulating him. He must be weary."

Alan hoped that Katherine would be able to distract Susan with some sexual kissing; he didn't know about her preexisting spanking plan, but when she told him about it on the phone he agreed that it fit the bill perfectly.

Susan was so excited to be spanked that it nearly made up for Alan's failure to appear and feed her a nice load of warm cum.

As they entered the basement, Katherine said, "Funny how we're both walking around in our birthday suits, isn't it?"

"Yes," Susan answered in a spaced out tone. She was thinking of her son and hoping his balls were sufficiently drained for him to have a nice nap. But she was afraid of mentioning that out loud for fear that Katherine would think she had an unhealthy obsession.

Katherine had her mother lie down on a flat surface of one of her exercise machines. She planned to essentially repeat what Suzanne did to her a few days before: some spanking, but not too hard, and then more caressing of the ass to "make it all better" than actual spanking. She would have done lots of pussy fingering between spanks, but she'd already promised Susan not to do that. She looked forward to extensively exploring her mother's ass in any case.

But only one spanking into it, they ran into difficulties. After one slap, Susan cried out loud. "Ow! That hurt!" She could actually feel the imprint of Katherine's hand on her newly-reddened butt cheek.

Katherine soothingly rubbed where she just spanked, and said, "It's for your own good. To remember what you did and repent."

"Um, Angel, what did I do to deserve this, again? I can't even remember. Things have been so confusing lately and I haven't been thinking too clearly. It's like I'm in a permanent sexual fog."

Katherine put her hand on her chin and tried to think. "For the life of me, I can't remember either. I think the same Alan-induced fog bank covers us both. It had something to do with... Oh, I remember! You were acting naughty on Tuesday afternoon, so I had to referee. But then, with Alan in your bed, you deliberately lowered your cunt down onto Alan's..."

Her voice trailed off because she heard the sound of someone walking down the steps.

Amy came into the room. She didn't find anything good on TV, and correctly figured something more fun would be happening down in the basement. "Hi guys! What'cha doing? Can I play too?"

Amy had just changed into nothing but pink, frilly underwear. The notion of dressing had changed so drastically in the Plummer house that nobody thought her attire odd or meriting special comment.

Susan was very embarrassed to be caught getting spanked by her own daughter. She wanted to cover herself up, but she wasn't really in a position to do so, since she was bent over face down on the workout bench with her ass and pussy very clearly exposed. Her embarrassment doubled because she realized that everyone could see how profusely her pussy was already leaking.

She futilely tried to cover her ass cheeks with both hands. "Oh, hi Amy. We were just, uh, Angel was giving me a massage. That's right." Susan was a bad liar; almost comically so.

"Oh, goody! That looks like fun! Can I join in? Then Katherine and I can get massages too. Everybody can do everybody else!"

Susan had visions of running her hands all over the naked flesh of Katherine and Amy. She imagined their skin fragrant and slippery with massage oil. To imagine the naked part wasn't hard since Amy dropped her clothes nearly as soon as she entered the room, which left the three of them totally nude. Susan wondered if she would be able to resist breaking her own boundaries with such tempting nubile teenage flesh easily available for the fondling.

Susan drew up all the willpower she could muster and said a firm "No."

Amy pouted. "Awww. How come everyone always leaves me out of everything? It's just a massage. Don't you love me anymore, Susan? I'm hurt."

Katherine butted in, "I don't understand why we have to stop what we were doing before. Amy's a big girl. She can help out with your punishment. Either that, or the massages. She'll be hurt if you leave her out altogether."

"No. I'm in a sensitive state. I can't! Not with Amy. Amy, you know I love you dearly, but you're so innocent. I think maybe you should go."

Even as Susan said this, her hands seemed to act on their own. Since they clutched each ass cheek, they started to subtly caress and squeeze the flesh they held. Susan's pussy leaked like a river and she was randy, as usual, as she anticipated the rest of her spanking. She greatly resented the delay Amy was causing, because she at least had the self-control not to get really wild with Amy present.

Just then, Amy sniffed the air, making audible sniffing sounds. "It smells funny in here."

"Um, that's the uh..." Susan couldn't think of a good excuse.

"I know! It smells like pussy!" Amy exclaimed. "It smells like WET pussy!"

Susan's pussy seemed to leak on command, as fresh new rivulets drooled down her inner thighs in response to Amy's blunt words.

Katherine said firmly, "Look, Mom, you're being punished. It's not for you to say no and to wiggle out of your punishment. Amy is nice enough to help. We're going to do this, and that's final. Uncover your ass cheeks already and get ready for some helpful hurting."

Susan gripped her ass cheeks tightly, which served only to spread them and expose her puckered asshole to the light. "Please? Angel? Is that any way to talk to your mother? Really!"

"This for your own good," Katherine said with assurance. "The more you learn to obey, the better an incestuous cocksucker mommy you'll be."

Susan looked over her shoulder and saw that Katherine looked determined. With Amy standing happily naked behind her naked daughter (both of them preferred to stand with a good view of Susan's ass and dripping pussy instead of her face), she thought it was possible a lesbian orgy could break out, and she was afraid of that. She knew Katherine had promised to behave and knew that Katherine would try to honor that, but wasn't sure if her daughter could control herself. She looked to her own behavior for many examples of broken resolve.

Susan suggested, "That's true. Okay. Here's an idea. A plea bargain. We cancel the ... what we were doing, and in return... Hmm. What will I do in return? ... Oh, I know. You seemed to like that kiss this morning. We cancel this, and I won't object to kissing like that in the future. That'll be my punishment."

Katherine liked it. Huh. Interesting. In some ways this is better than the spanking, since I promised to behave myself with that. "Mom, I don't know if that's a deal. Seems that you liked the kiss as much as I did."

"Well, I'm not sure about that. Anyway, that's my offer. Take it or leave it."

Katherine smiled wickedly and said, "Mom, you don't seem to be in a good position to issue ultimatums." She slapped her mother hard in the butt to emphasize that she meant that in a very literal sense.

Susan whimpered in pain and muttered, "Angel, please have mercy." But she secretly loved the rough treatment. Her pussy convulsed slightly and her body shuddered. Deep down, she hoped Katherine would go ahead with the spanking.

Katherine walked around the table Susan was on and stood before her mother. She stood very close, so close that her pussy was mere inches from her mother's nose.

Susan took a deep sniff. The musky aroma was nearly overwhelming. Her ability to concentrate almost completely evaporated. She had not yet tasted another woman's sex, but the temptation to do so grew with each pussy-scented breath she took.

Katherine knew the smell might help influence Susan's decisions. She budged another inch or two forward. "So I can kiss you like that at any time? Just like Suzanne does?"

"Not ANY time. But as a good-bye or hello greeting yes, I suppose." The smell of Katherine's sex so overwhelmed Susan that she was afraid she might pass out. She felt helpless laying on the table and started to hope that someone would ravage her. She began to think that an orgy with Amy would be a pretty good thing, after all.

Katherine thought, No problem. That just means I have to leave the room for a minute whenever I want a kiss. In fact, I should see if that works.

"Okay. But no limits to this kissing, right?"

"Um, what do you mean?"

"Just that, no limits. None of this half-assed kiss on the cheeks kind of stuff. No limits."

"Hmm. Okay. Why don't we practice right now. I'll leave the room for a sec and then you can kiss me. Actually, you can kiss me good-bye right now. On the lips." She edged her pussy even closer to her mother's face. If she'd had any pubic hair it would have touched her mother's nose. She hoped Susan would get the hint on which set of lips she wanted to be kissed.

Susan felt the temptation to kiss what was offered, but she closed her eyes and managed to eke out, "Angel, you don't mean... uh..."

Katherine giggled good-naturedly. "Don't worry, Mom, I was just teasing." She bent down, French kissed her briefly, then walked out. While she was frustrated that Susan was resisting, she knew she'd have another chance to push boundaries in a minute.

Meanwhile, Amy asked, "So what were you doing earlier? This punishment?"

Susan reluctantly sat up and said, "Um, I'm rather not say, Amy. It's kind of embarrassing. That's why I'm making this deal." She shyly held her hands over her big tits, but that left her bush and soaked pussy uncovered.

Amy stepped forward. "So can I kiss you too? I'd be far less curious about this punishment thingy if you make me happy with a kiss on the lips."

Amy's eyes fixed on Susan's bush.

Susan dropped a hand down there, but that left most of her boobs uncovered. The mother relented, "Oh, all right. God, I'm so bad with boundaries. It's seems as if everyone is taking advantage of me like I'm some sexual object built to please just anybody and not only Tiger. As if my only purpose every single hour of the day is more sex. And now you're doing it too. But it looks like Angel is going first, because this kind of kissing is only for leaving or entering the room." She stood up.

Katherine sauntered into the room, still naked and exaggeratedly swishing her hips. She walked straight to her mother and held her in a tight embrace. Then their lips came together. Somehow the kiss had even more intensity than before.

Susan realized that this wasn't just some temporary thing. She would be kissing her daughter like this every day from now on. It excited her terribly, especially knowing that a naked Amy waited to kiss her next.

Susan was horny, pure and simple. She was even hornier than usual, and that was saying a lot. If she wasn't actually cocksucking, titfucking, kissing, or masturbating, she was probably thinking about it. She could hardly contain her hands as she kissed her daughter. It took all of what remained of her willpower not to throw Katherine down and go completely crazy all over her.

The main thing that held her back was the thought of the psychologist visit. I just have to hold out until morning. I have to straighten out my feelings about lesbianism. It's one thing to feel that way about Suzanne or even Amy; it's another to feel that way about my own daughter! Isn't that as bad as sex with my son? It's worse! Two taboos at once. The doctor will be able to tell me if I'm ill. Maybe she'll have an explanation. Or a cure. Some kind of pill....

But she did allow herself to play with Katherine's tits, and Katherine played with hers.

Encouraged, when the kiss broke Katherine said, "Now kiss my nipples, Mom."

"Hold on-"

"No, you hold on. You just agreed to a no limits kiss, did you not?"

Without even knowing how it happened, Susan found herself kissing and then suckling at one of her daughter's nipples. But she was so insanely aroused that she wasn't thinking straight.

Most of Susan's body was out of reach for Katherine's hands now, but Katherine still had no difficulty in grasping Susan's nipples and pulling on them.

Amy was standing nearby, and everyone hear her as she exclaimed, "Cool! I can't wait for my turn!"

They went on like that for a bit until Katherine grew bold, bent her knees to lower herself, and grabbed at Susan's pussy. She placed her hand on her mother's bush and went for the clitoris.

But that made Susan realize they'd moved far from a kiss. She pulled her head back, dropped a hand down protectively, and said, "Please, Angel, don't."

Katherine could have continued to order her mother around, and she knew Susan would be unable to resist. But like Alan, she was unable to resist Susan's emotional pleas and pleading looks. She so removed her hand from below, but at the same time she grabbed her mother's head and pushed it back to the tit. "No you don't. Where are you going? Keep doing that. That's great. Oh, Mom! I'm loving it!"

Susan suckled at the nipple for a few more moments and got lost in her thoughts. She thought, This is wrong. I shouldn't be suckling at my daughter's tit. If anything, she should be suckling mine. After all, I'm the mother. That's what mommies do: they offer their tits to their babies. Like Tiger. Suckling my tits. So good! Oh God! Just imagine if Angel suckled my right nipple while Tiger suckled my left. Both of them at the same time, squeezing all my creamy mommy's milk right out of me! Dear God! I would be in seventh heaven!

But the mention of Heaven suddenly made her think of God and the fires of Hell. She had a nightmarish vision of burning in Hell for corrupting both her children. She pulled away from Katherine as if hit with an electric shock.

She fled the room, not even bothering to pick up her robe on the way up to her bedroom.

Katherine cried out, "Hey! Come back! What's this about?"

Amy also yelled, "Susan, my kiss! Aren't you going to give me a kiss too?" She casually frigged herself where she stood. She'd been doing that for the past several minutes as she watched the hot incestuous kiss take place a few feet in front of her.

"Sorry, Amy," Susan yelled back as she reached to top of the stairs. "Later. Not now! Later! I promise!" She disappeared out of sight.

Amy pouted to Katherine, "Boy. I must have done something to upset her. Is she mad at me?"

"No, that's not it," Katherine answered. She wasn't sure what caused it, but she guessed, incorrectly, that it had something to do with the spanking that almost took place. "It's about something else from before you came in. I think."

"Oh." Amy continued to feed her fingers in and out of her pussy as nonchalantly as if she was just scratching her head.

Katherine stared at Amy's nakedness and decided the sight was too tempting to ignore. She suggested, "But since we're both here and naked, what say we do a little bit of pussy shaving?"

Amy withdrew her slick fingers and licked off her own juices as she looked at her friend appreciatively. "M'kay! But what about the razor? Should I go get it?"

Katherine sat down on the workout bench where Susan had just been. She made sure to spread her legs wide, and said, "The kind of pussy shaving I'm thinking about doesn't need a razor. Just two tongues and a lot of bump checking. Close the door and then we'll get busy on this table."

"M'kay! I like that kind of pussy shaving best, too! I think I've already started. I've already found my favorite bump!"

They both laughed at that reference to her G-spot.

Katherine hugged Amy as she came back from closing the door. "I love you, Amy. I don't think I've ever said that before in so many words, but I do." She kissed her friend and their lips locked for a while as their hands began to leisurely wander.

When they finally came up for air, Amy replied, "I know. But it feels good to hear you say it. I love you too. You're my bestest friend!"

"And you're mine. You're so much fun and such a good, loving person. Let's not fight over Alan. There's more than enough Alan to go around, don't you think?"

"Okey dokey." The double-jointed Amy spread her legs much wider than Katherine ever could. She asked, "How do you want me this time?"

CHAPTER 12

Alan woke up from his nap long after all the events in the basement ended. He figured he needed to recover for the rest of the day. His penis was nearly out of cum, judging from his last couple of climaxes. But he figured that didn't mean that he couldn't go without some stimulation, thanks to the stealth stroking idea.

Not only was he tired but he also had a lot of homework due on Friday. So he studied for the remaining two hours before dinner. First Katherine, then Amy, and then Susan jacked him off from underneath his computer table.

The stealth strokings were surprisingly clinical and passion-free affairs. After they had dressed so provocatively for so many days, the females all dressed as blandly as can be, so he wouldn't lose his focus on his work. They remained silent and often out of view beneath the table.

Katherine lazily stroked his penis for nearly an hour.

During that entire hour he read a text book, while his sister sat next to him as she read hers, one hand holding her book up and the other staying in constant contact with his penis. It was somewhat akin to doing homework while being tipsy on alcohol. It felt great, but it wasn't at all similar to the intense, all consuming, and emotionally draining sexual experiences he'd been having so often lately (in fact, he felt like a part of him was still recovering from the intense fuck with Glory during lunch).

And after all of Katherine's stroking he still hadn't cum, so she handed him off to Amy when her hands got tired.

The thing which surprised him most was that he actually managed to get some studying done. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done any homework. He certainly hadn't done anything substantial since the week before.

If you have to study, this is definitely the way to do it! Alan thought, as Katherine finished up and Amy took over, lying beneath the table. I'm actually remembering what I'm reading even as Amy pleasures me. If I'm going to keep up this six times a day treatment for the long term, this is the only way to do it. There's just no way I can go on like I have been these past few days. As great as they've been, my penis is just plain going to fall off if it keeps up like that. A couple of weeks ago it was great, but now it consumes just about every free moment I have.

If I change my ways I might actually recover some kind of social life before my friends totally abandon me. And I might be able to actually get back on track with my studies, too. This kind of mellow stroking is very relaxing, and doesn't tax me at all. What a great discovery!

The only one who wasn't passion-free in her stimulations was Susan. With the psychologist's appointment coming up the next day, she acted as if this would be her last shot to touch his dick, even though she realized that was extremely unlikely.

When Amy left after her hands got too tired of stroking, Susan came at him while he was lying down in his bed and reading a book. Her dress was far from bland, as she wore another see-through outfit. She went at him so fervently that there was soon no pretense to "stealth" at all.

After only a few minutes of this, she said, "Tiger, let's see if a stealth blowjob works as well. After all, you still have to wash my mouth out with 'soap' for each dirty word I say. I've been saying sooo many dirty words today that it'll take me months to work it off. Maybe the only way for me to keep my potty mouth clean is by having your penis in it all day long. Wouldn't it be fun to have your mommy permanently attached to your John Thomas? Not only that, but we'll be leaving to have dinner in a restaurant in less than half an hour. We don't want you to suffer there with your penis in this condition. I think you deserve a nice and powerful cum."

Alan could hardly resist that logic and just said, "Knock yourself out, Mom."

"Mmmm," she cooed as she started to lick the tip, "Wash me clean with a warm bath of your sperm! I want you to cum hard all over your mommy!"

She managed to blow him for a very long time before he came, but it was too intensely pleasurable for him to concentrate on the book. He decided that as wonderful as the concept was, "stealth blowing" didn't work well in practice.

Susan was extremely gratified to get a load of cum in her mouth. She'd gone without the entire day and felt like she'd gotten her first delicious meal after fasting for days. She was so happy that she didn't stop when he finished climaxing, but continued to lick his penis under the guise of cleaning it.

"Son, you have no idea what a delicious feast of sperm that was! Mmmm! I wish I could- mmmm! I wish I could just slather it and love it with my tongue all night long! Mmmm. Would you like that? Do you like how your- MMMM! Yum. Do you like how your big-titted mommy is cleaning it so thoroughly?"

"I love it. Even though I'm really sensitive down there right now, it feels good. But you don't really have to clean it like that."

"Oh the contrary! In my opinion, a cocksucking just isn't a cocksucking without a thorough cleaning. Mmmm. It's the least I can do for my well-hung and oh so virile boy."

Somehow, eventually, Susan was able to tear herself away from Alan's crotch. She kissed him all over his face and then left his room. She was still naked and dripping with arousal and idly wondered to herself if she should bother with putting on anything to cook dinner.

However, once she'd left Alan's cum-scented room, her guilt came back. She hastily cleaned herself off and dressed up.

When she'd gone, he thought, This is too good to be true. Stealth stroking. I am SOOO spoiled. It's like the ultimate sexual flattery for them to do that without complaint. But how long can this last? I have a feeling that someday I'll look back on this day, and remember, "Oh yeah. The day I fucked Glory. That was a great day. Those were the best days of my life. That was right before the shit hit the fan and everything came crashing down."

I feel like I'm doing a high-wire balancing act. I don't know how long I can keep it up. And all this "my love" stuff with Glory today - I see broken hearts in the near future. I love Glory so much, but I can't stick with just her and her monogamous and totally straight ways. She would be the safe way out: I could marry my teacher. She's not that much older than me. But given the choice between that and a family orgy, I'm going to choose the family orgy every time. Sorry, Glory. I don't know how I can break that to her. Hell, I can't even tell her anything about what's happening at home.

He put down his homework, lay on his bed for a while, and pondered what to do to keep all his females happy. No solutions came to him. He was just stretched too thin.

Suzanne came over to the Plummer house a few minutes before seven o'clock. She could have taken Alan aside and told him (and Katherine) not to worry about the psychologist, but she decided not to. She thought it would be immensely more entertaining for them otherwise, especially given the plans she'd worked up with Xania already. Furthermore, genuine reactions would help convince Susan that the appointment was for real.

Suzanne had rushed back from her second day trip to make arrangements in L.A. so she could join the others for dinner. The idea was that all the Pestridges and all the Plummers would have a fancy dinner at a restaurant to celebrate Amy and Alan's new status as boyfriend and girlfriend. And "all" for once actually meant "all" - even Amy's brother Brad and her father Eric would attend.

The unusual presence of Brad and Eric colored the event and removed any possibility of even subtle flirtation. The last thing Suzanne wanted was her son or husband to suspect that something sexual was happening at the Plummer house, so she made a personal, special plea to everyone, and in particular to Katherine, not to try any under-the-table hanky panky or the like.

Everyone was respectful of those wishes and absolutely nothing sexual happened at the restaurant, not even between Alan and Amy, which technically would have been allowed. All the females were thoroughly covered as well, with Suzanne as the only one to show off any cleavage. Alan was forced to wear a jacket and tie.

In fact, the whole dinner was so normal that it seemed to Alan to be just about the most surreal thing he'd experienced in ages. It was as if the clock was turned back a couple of months and nothing sexual had ever happened between any of them. What made it even stranger was that they ate at a Chinese restaurant. Alan couldn't forget Susan's shared fantasy of stripping and jacking him off in the middle of an imaginary Chinese restaurant just days earlier.

Alan was lost in a mental fog for most of the dinner. He mostly pondered the mysteries of Eric and Brad. He thought, What the hell is wrong with Eric? He has frigging Suzanne for a frigging wife and he never has sex with her anymore? Is he totally loony? They seem so formal and restrained here, sitting next to each other. It's clear that all the love has gone out of their marriage, but how did it happen? There must be a tangled tale there. At least I can see why she wouldn't want to have sex with him - he used to be handsome, but he's ballooned and really let himself go. If you've got a wife like Suzanne who exercises fanatically every day, you just can't get a big beer belly and expect to keep her.

And what's up with Brad? How does he deal with having a mother as sexy as Suzanne and a sister as sexy as Amy? Hmm. I should think about how I was up until a short while ago. I deeply repressed my feelings and tried my damnedest to avoid thinking of them that way, or else I would have gone slowly insane. Maybe he's doing the same thing. Is he a raging inferno of barely-controlled lust, or does he just not care and truly focus his energies on fishing and cars and football and all that "manly" stuff he likes so much? Does he have any clue whatsoever what's going on in this house? Amy and Suzanne must come home with that just-had-a-big-orgasm fresh, glowing face, like, ALL the time. And they don't always shower before going home. Sometimes they must come in smelling like a whorehouse. Hasn't Eric or Brad noticed?

If either one finds out, everything will be totally ruined. Dang. My whole life hangs on their continued cluelessness. Luckily, they both seem pretty clueless. I didn't get any subtle hints that they knew anything during the dinner, thank God.

After many toasts to the "happy couple," the dinner mercifully ended. Alan was at least relieved that both Brad and Eric seemed to heartily approve of him and Amy being together. The last thing Alan wanted was either of them to snoop around and see just what the "happy couple" did.

As they left the restaurant, Brad walked up to Alan when the others weren't near and said to him, "Hey man, please treat her right. She's my sister. I don't want to see her unhappy."

Alan replied, "Don't worry, I'm with you there. She deserves a lot of happy."

Brad patted Alan on the shoulder and walked away.

Alan thought, Wow. Mr. Talkative. That's what, three whole sentences from him? But while he may be a man of few words, I can see from his eyes that he really loves Amy and is concerned about her. I've got a feeling that if I screw up he'd be more than happy to kick my ass.

Alan was so cooled off from the uneventful dinner that he gladly went back to his homework without any stealth stroking assistance. In fact, everyone seemed cooled off. Earlier in the day he thought that he'd end up fucking Amy by the end of the evening, but everyone was so unaroused and stuffed with food that the idea didn't even come up. Although he greatly looked forward to fucking her, he wasn't in a particular hurry, as he felt with Susan and Suzanne, because he knew he could fuck her any time and she would love it. So there was no pressure. In fact, it felt to him as if he'd fucked her already and he had to remind himself that he still hadn't.

He was concerned that the dinner experience might have knocked Susan back into some kind of guilty mode, but that wasn't exactly the case. True, she was feeling very anxious now, but mostly because of the psychologist's appointment scheduled for the next day. She'd never been to a psychologist before and had no idea what would happen. Despite Suzanne's assurances about Xania's character, Susan had visions of being put into a straight jacket and sent off to a mental institute for her incestuous and lesbian urges.

She had a bit of a "my last night before they hang me in the morning" feeling. So rather than go without her usual goodnight kiss and tuck-in tradition, she was more determined to do it than ever, as if this would be her last one.

She came into Alan's room after ten o'clock while he was still working on his computer.

Although he wasn't aroused in the slightest, that changed in a flash as soon as he looked at his mother at the door. She wore one of her frilly, see-through nighties.

She whispered nervously, "Tiger, do you still want me to kiss you goodnight?"

He leapt up, crossed the room, and embraced her. "Of course, I do, Mom! I don't know how I could ever live without your tuck-ins. If the doctor has you stop tomorrow, I don't know how I'm going to go on with anything." His hands roamed up and down her back gently and slowly came to a stop at the top of her ass, where he grabbed two handfuls of flesh and squeezed softly.

That response made her very happy. "Oh, my darling son!" she gasped. Her anxiousness seemed to melt away as their lips met.

They French kissed for many minutes while their hands groped, gripped, and caressed each other sensuously. They moved to his bed to get more comfortable.

Susan found Alan's erection under the blankets and played with it lovingly. She was ready to give her son another blowjob.

However, he didn't want it just then. He carefully pried her hands away from his overworked organ.

He held her hand, kissed it tenderly, and said, "Mom, don't be so anxious. This is NOT going to be our last chance to do this, okay? I won't let that happen. You have no idea how at the end of my rope I am today. Although I only came four times, that's still a huge number of times for most guys. The dinner and homework was actually a very good thing, to give my penis a chance to recover. Let's wait till tomorrow. We'll have a big send off before my scouting trip. It'll be after your appointment is over, so you won't have to worry. How's that sound?" He looked up from her hands to her eyes searchingly and gave her a warm smile.

She whined, "But Tiger, I only had one load today. Just one! And earlier I had it in my mouth and then Katherine cruelly stole it away! That's even worse than going completely without. And then the way you snuck home without greeting me; that was so mean. All I really had was the stealth stroking and most of that was too clinical and slow. Do you realize how tough it can be to hold your rod and just massage it a little bit?"

"No," Alan admitted.

"Don't you love your big-titted mommy? Don't you want to bury your face in her tits and then fuck them with your big, thick, hot tube of tasty cock-meat? Mommy needs it like a drug, baby. Or she can't get a good night's sleep. Please!" She furtively tried to reclaim her hold on her son's half-hard penis.

Alan appeared be resolute, and he carefully pulled her hands away from his member once again.

So Susan upped her advances. She suddenly leaned forward, clutched her tits in her hands, and moaned, "Oh no! Son, I'm in pain."

Alan was up in a flash, ready to help. "What's wrong, Mom?" he said as urgently as if she was having a heart attack.

In fact, she was just fine. She held her tits as if they were made of lead, and complained, "Oh dear. Mommy's tits hurt really bad. They're so full of milk! My hooters are so big and heavy that I'm afraid I'm going to fall over. Tiger, can't you help? Can you suck my nipples until my tits feel better? Please bathe them with your warm tongue."

Alan of course belatedly realized that there was no medical emergency, but her ruse still worked. There was no way he could keep his hands (or mouth) off of her after that. He laughed good-naturedly and said, "All right, all right. The milkman is here to take your bottles of milk away, but only if you promise to keep your hands from that certain spot between my legs. Little Alan Junior desperately needs a break. Deal?"

Susan was gleeful at the milkman idea, and happily agreed as she laughed with glee. "Tiger, you're my big, strong milkman. Come to my house in the middle of the day while my husband is gone and give me a special delivery!"

Although he decided the idea of burying his face in her tits and then fucking them was too good to pass up, he at least kept his resolve not to cum.

Despite her agreement to behave, she couldn't really control herself, so as he sucked her engorged nipples, he had to repeatedly swat her insistent hands away from his groin. But it was all fun for both of them.

When the playing around got too intense and Alan felt his resolve weakening to the breaking point, he gingerly disengaged himself from her eager hands. He left the room to take a cold shower so he could cool down his libido.

When he got back to his room, Susan was still sitting there, with his bed sheet partly wrapped around her. She'd cooled down too, and they just chatted a while. He offered to give her back massage and she gladly accepted. But he made sure to keep it really just a massage of her back and nowhere else, even though he sat on her naked butt while he did it.

Alan greatly enjoyed these moments of intimacy, and he helped calm her fears about the upcoming appointment. It was also a good way for Alan to decompress from the events of the day and work through his own fears. He pointed out that if Suzanne trusted Xania, they should trust her too.

Susan agreed - she placed her complete trust in Suzanne, much more than any other person besides her own children.

They had a parting kiss, though it was brief so Alan wouldn't have to take another cold shower. When their lips parted, he said, "We all have to trust Suzanne on this. She may scheme sometimes, but she always has our best interests at heart, and she certainly wouldn't fool around with something as important as this. You know I love you, right?"

Susan nearly swooned at her son's endearing words. "Yes," she answered quietly. "I know. And I love you, too."

"And Suzanne loves us all, so let's hope love will get us through this. Okay? As for me, I think I'm pretty thoroughly 'tucked-in.'"

Susan laughed. "Your old mother can take a hint. I'm just going to have to go back to my room and play with you in my dreams." She kissed him lightly on the nose and then left with a friendly wave.

Alan watched Susan sashay her naked ass until she was finally out the door and closed it behind her. He lay in his bed and marveled over his luck yet again. I've gotten fucked Glory, Akami and all six cheerleaders, including Amy and my own sister. Okay, technically, not Janice yet, but I will. And not Amy yet either, but I can do her any time. I could do her tomorrow in the living room and the others would probably watch and clap. I just need to have a talk with Suzanne about it first, is all. I'm getting awful close with some others. Of course, my mom and Aunt Suzy are at the top of the list. And now there's Brenda. I think she'll be a pretty good and easy fuck. That's a total of eleven totally gorgeous women!

The thing is, I feel so confident and experienced now that I'll bet I could walk down the beach tomorrow, find the most gorgeous woman there, and immediately take her to bed. I KNOW I could! And I'd fuck her silly and leave her begging for my cum, which everyone seems to think is the bee's knees. Well, okay, if she's married or has a serious boyfriend, maybe not. But still. Sometimes, maybe even then!

Having this kind of power is pretty cool. This aggressive attitude works wonders. I'm just radiating sex now, after all these experiences, and women are picking up on it. All the girls in class are after me now,' cos I radiate a different vibe than before. Shit, lately even some guys are giving me the eye. Yuck! It's all about attitude and confidence. Maybe I'm giving off some kind of sex smell... What do they call it? Pheromones, I think. If my level of pheromones has gone up like the rest of my sexual abilities, then that could explain why women are getting so excited over me.

Like Brenda. What the fuck is up with that woman? I gather she's not that easy with most guys. Yet, at the start of school this fall I would have been in heaven just to be kissed by Christine.

Screw Christine! I could totally get her in bed now with my newfound talents, but I'm not going to, just to say 'fuck you very much' for turning me down. I think I'd rather fuck the whole fucking cheerleading squad in one go, my sister included! Plus, I have too many women to handle as it is.

But I need to be careful not to turn into a jerk. Confidence is good, but it's way too easy to become an arrogant asshole for someone in my lucky position. I feel so sorry for the other six billion people on Earth. How I got picked to be the one guy in these shoes, I'll never understand. If someone made a story about all this, nobody, fucking NOBODY would believe it.

It seems all too good to be true, and maybe it is. Maybe tomorrow the psychologist will put an end to it all, even though I don't really believe that'll happen. Aunt Suzy picked a good and understanding psychologist, I'm sure. But, in a way I'd feel relief to put an end to this high-wire act. I can just barely handle getting erect so many times a day and it's all I can do to make it to the Boy Scout trip starting tomorrow night. If it weren't for the variety of women doing so many different and completely sexy things to me, I never would have made it this far and kept up my "fuck monster" reputation, not to mention my daily quota.

But no matter what happens, the psychologist can't really do much, can she? Things with the cheerleaders and Glory and Suzanne are bound to keep going at the very least. My sister, my 'number one fuck toy,' certainly won't stop fucking me just because some psychologist might recommend it. And of course Amy is completely dependable. I won't let things stop with my mom. No way. So I'll just have to take whatever comes.

CHAPTER 13

Alan closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. But, as was happening with increasing frequency, his night wasn't over as soon as he'd thought. Katherine had hoped to start her own goodnight kiss tradition, and this night, for once, there was nothing and no one to stop her.

She knocked on the door and let herself in. "Alan? Brother? Big hat Rack Brother? You awake?" She walked to his bed and lightly shook his shoulder.

He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes. Before him, in the dim light that came through his window, was his naked sister. "I am now. What is it?"

"I was thinking. You and Mom have such fun with your nightly kisses. Couldn't you and I start our own goodnight kiss tradition? It's not like she could complain about that, now." She sat down at the foot of his bed and began to gently caress his upper thigh absent-mindedly through the covers.

"I'd like that, Supremely Suckable Smaller Sister, except for one thing. You always want to go further. I don't want to be sister-raped every night before I go to bed."

She rolled her eyes. "Brother, brother, brother. And I used to think you're so smart. You act like having your sister rape you is some kind of bad thing." She giggled. "But okay, I promise I'll be mellow. Just kissing."

"Tell that to Mom. I'm sure she thought a goodnight kiss was actually just a goodnight kiss at some point. You should have seen the way she was aggressively all over me just now. "

Katherine inched forward and smiled seductively. "Oooh! Is that an invitation to watch next time? Or are you just referring to setting up video cameras for later viewing?" She giggled.

He rolled his eyes. "Neither, Luscious Little Sis. This is what I mean. You've got to keep it cool."

"I promise I'll let you lead the way. Imagine my hands are made of lead. They won't leave my side."

Alan realized, Once this tradition gets started, it's gonna be expected every night without fail, just like with Mom now. Most nights, by the time I'm ready to go to bed, I am soooo totally dead. My penis is usually so sore it's about to fall off. Then Mom wrings whatever little sexual energy I have left out of me with her "goodnight kiss" and I zonk out like a dead man. Of course, it'll all so pleasurable that I can't really complain.

But, on the other hand, I really owe it to Sis. I've been so focused on my mom and neglecting my sister, like with these goodnight kisses, which are really goodnight blowjobs most of the time. I love Sis. I'd love a goodnight kiss from her every night. But I just can't deal with the energy of so many women.

He drew her close in as if to kiss her. Katherine smiled in anticipation with her eyes large puppy dog eyes. But first, he said, "Okay, Sis. Let's face facts and be realistic. I predict that regardless of what happens with this psychologist visit tomorrow, I'm gonna be fucking Mom sooner or later. Probably sooner. Mom may not realize it yet, but it's obvious that her resistance to that is weakening by the day. When that happens, there won't be any need to keep the fact that you and I are fucking a secret any longer. So I imagine that some nights, I'll be sleeping with you, and some nights I'll be sleeping with her. Who knows - maybe we'll all be sleeping together sometimes."

"Yes! Excellent! God I've been waiting sooooo long for that, Bro. So friggin' long. Do you know how many damn nights I wait for you to come into my bedroom and fuck me? Even though I know you're not going to with Mom down the hall and all, the idea makes it hard to sleep. You could. You could sneak in any time and wake me with a cock deep inside my pussy. I want to hold you at night. All night. So bad! It's been so incredibly long since we've really been together. I miss the feeling of having you inside me so much!"

"Me too. But the point is, the whole idea of the goodnight kiss is probably gonna change. So let's not fix any tradition in stone just yet, okay? Let's just enjoy a casual goodnight kiss now and see how this all shakes out, tomorrow with this Xania woman, and beyond."

"Yeay! Goodnight kiss! Goodnight kiss! Kiss me, Big Boinking Buxom Bouncing Birds Brother!" She hugged him tight, her joy spreading to him infectiously. She pulled back and puckered her lips expectantly.

Alan couldn't help but smile. "You're really into the B alliteration thing lately, aren't you, Little Svelte Sexy Siren Succubus Sister?" He rubbed his nose against hers adoringly.

She giggled at that and then grabbed him. They went at it. Alan tried to keep up with his sister's enthusiasm, but that was hard to do.

She was a great kisser and let him know that fact over and over again. But she kept her promise and her arms stayed by their sides.

Alan went to bed very satisfied, feeling profoundly loved by his sister and mother in equal measure.

CHAPTER 14

Alan woke up in the middle of the night. As he lay there in deep thought, he felt bad about refusing his mother a cum load during her goodnight kiss. He thought, A lot of people are counting on me. I know it's tough, constantly pushing what I can do physically, but Mom really needs me. I didn't cum for her at all today except for the one time. And sneaking past her to take a nap was childish. She was so bummed. She's so worried. I wonder if she'll even be able to sleep tonight. I not only have all these rewards, I also have responsibilities to keep the women who love me pleased. I should really go in there and give her what she needs. With a few hours of sleep under my belt, I've recovered enough to handle it and enjoy it.

Still flushed with his recent sexual successes, he got up and walked into his mother's bedroom. The last time he'd done this, he wore pajamas and knocked politely on her door. But this time he came in nude and just let himself in. She lay asleep with the covers off of the top half of her body.

Alan was tempted to grab her tits and wake her up in some aggressive way. Maybe I should wake her up sitting on her face with my penis in her mouth. But at heart he was very well mannered, so he pushed such thoughts out of his head. Who am I kidding? How could I think that, when she looks so beautiful and peaceful, just lying there?

He leaned down and tapped her on the shoulder. "Mom, wake up."

Susan's eyes fluttered open with surprise as she came out of her slumber. "What is it? Who's there?" she said groggily as she rolled over in bed.

"It's me, Alan."

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. She saw him standing there, naked and with a hard-on. She immediately sat up in bed and looked at him with blurred vision, since her glasses weren't within reach. "Alan, we can't," she said firmly, though sadly.

Alan could tell that, for some reason, she thought he'd come to fuck her. "Mom, I'm not here about that. I'm just here because I have a raging hard-on and I know how much you hate if I masturbate myself. You told me I should wake you up at any time, so here I am."

It took her a bit to register that, and then wake up more fully. She looked worried and felt vulnerable, still uncertain if Alan had finally gotten aggressive and come to have sex with her.

But he just stood there and politely waited for her.

She looked down at his stiff penis, which twitched and poked towards her, and finally said, "Oh. I see. ... Hmm. Well, I guess I'd better take care of it then. Why don't you kneel over by the side of the bed here and I'll suck it for you."

"Thanks, Mom, you're the best." He thought, She said that just like when I was a little kid and I'd come home with a bloody cut and she'd offer to put a band aid on it. I don't know why, but her motherly, helpful tone is such a turn on!

He also thought, As beautiful as Mom is, she's even more beautiful with her glasses off. Dang, she is something else.

Susan rubbed the bleariness out of her eyes and grabbed a hold of his penis as he knelt down by the edge of the bed where she sat up. A big, contented smile crossed her face as she began to rub it. She said, "You're such a thoughtful son. I went to bed dissatisfied but you're making up for it. What a nice little surprise midnight snack you've given me. ... Or should I say, big snack. Sooooo big..."

Alan noticed she wore a nightie that hung half way down her stomach, and asked, "By the way, Mom, why aren't you sleeping naked? I thought you love being naked these days."

"Yes, that's true, but I'm naked so often nowadays that I'm afraid over time my boobs will lose support and start to sag. I'm not a teenager any more, you know. So Suzanne and I have both started to wear these types of tops to bed. They keep my boobs firm and high for you, and the rest of me gets to stay naked."

The conversation put her more at ease and she thought, What was I thinking? Tiger would never take advantage of me; he's not that kind of guy. He's a good boy!

She also began to feel more frisky, as the delightful prospect of more cocksucking fully registered with her brain. She pulled down her blankets with her free hand and said, "See? I only wear this little top. That way there's nothing down below to stop me from masturbating. And believe me, I masturbate all the time, thinking only of you. A couple of times every day, at the very least."

Her hand caressed the top as she mentioned it, and then the hand drifted down her stomach. She petted her bush briefly and licked her lips seductively as she looked directly into his eyes. But then she focused on the cocksucking request.

She turned around in bed to face him and kicked her covers all the way off. She put her face down by the edge of the bed and stuck her ass high up in the air. She knew that he loved to see her naked ass wiggle while she sucked him off.

After a few minutes, he reached across her back and inserted a finger into her anus. He'd done this many times before, but for the past few days she'd been terribly excited by anal sex fantasies, so the fingering really set her off.

She thought, Tiger is getting my ass ready! He's probing and widening the hole so he can eventually insert that monster tree trunk of his into my ass! Shove it in, Tiger! Not just one finger, but two! Ream your mommy! Yes!

She got so aroused by the anal intrusion that her whole ass shook as if it was a blender on a high setting.

That was too exciting for Alan and he gave up his load without much struggle. He filled her mouth with a healthy helping of cum, though it still wasn't up to his usual number of ropes.

She was fully into it now, and eagerly drank down each new squirt as it came in.

After she got him off (and got off herself), she remained lying face down on her bed with her ass up in the air.

Alan walked around the bed to get a direct view of her rear side.

Seeing his attention focused there, she pushed her ass up even higher, hoping that he might take the hint that her ass was his for the taking, even if her pussy wasn't (at least not yet). To goad him on (and arouse herself in the process), she said, "How is it I always find myself in these kinds of humiliating positions? It seems like you're going to have your way with your helpless mommy yet again!"

Alan however, was only human, and knew he'd be unable to get erect again any time soon. He stared at her ass, and thought, It is completely unreal that I am not fucking this woman already. But I've sworn that I'm not going to do it until she agrees first. I am not going to force myself on my own loving mother!

She remained perched up like that for a minute or two, but with no better reaction than a hand of his that caressed her ass, with a pouty "Oh, poo!" she gave up and sat up to face him.

Alan said, "Mom, do you think it would be all right if I just spent the rest of the night here with you? It's such a big double bed. And if I have my particular problem again, you can be right here."

Susan wiped away a small droplet of her son's cream dribbling down her chin and considered the tempting idea. She remembered her concerns and her desire to see a psychologist. With a start she realized that the meeting would be in the morning, just hours away. She knew that if they slept together, odds were good they would end up fucking before the night was over.

So she reluctantly said, "No Tiger. I'd like that, but we can't. Not tonight. For one thing, I've been tossing and turning most of the night and I need to sleep. Secondly, I might just roll on top of you in my sleep and who knows what might happen? Since your pole is almost always erect, I could easily get my pussy impaled on your cock and you might accidentally pump a load of cum in mommy's cunt before either of us are fully aware. Or what if, in your sleep, you roll on top and sleep-fuck me, pumping in and out, and in and out, in and out, right into your dear old mother?"

Alan was so sexually frustrated that he felt ready to crack his head open with a hammer, but he stayed quiet. It didn't help that she appeared utterly delighted at the idea that she nonetheless dismissed. She killed him with mixed signals.

She continued, in a calmer tone, "Now I can rest easy, with the wonderful taste of your cum in my mouth. Today's been a good day after all, thanks to you. So please go back to bed. If you get another hard-on, just come to mommy and I'll make it all better. But you can't sleep here. Not yet, at least."

Alan nodded glumly and sulked his way back to his room. For just the briefest of moments he half expected to have his deepest fantasy finally fulfilled, but to no avail. He wasn't terribly worried about turning back the clock through the psychologist's visit or anything else; he knew he'd always have a very active sex life from now on. The thing that most worried him was that his mother would remain resolute about not wanting to fuck. A family friend told him that his father did everything short of fucking his mother for literally years before they finally got married.

Alan thought, There's no way I could handle that. True, it's only been a few weeks of this "so close but still so far" denial, but I can't live on the edge like this for much longer. I'm gonna have to do to my mother what I did to Glory today, sooner or later. Sooner. But I have to hold out long enough at least to respect her wishes on this psychologist visit thing.

He consoled himself with her "you can't sleep here. Not yet, at least," comment. She knows it's going to happen. She just wants to feel completely good about it. She's got a few remaining hang-ups she has to get rid of first, that's all. Maybe the psychologist could actually help with that. I just hope something happens soon!

Susan went to sleep, proud that she hadn't given in to the ultimate temptation. Before she drifted off, she had a very hot masturbatory session and imagined Alan raping her in the middle of the night. In the dream, Alan was the opposite of how he was in real life. He was rude, aggressive, cold hearted, and wicked. He tied her to the bed and cackled gleefully as he fucked her.

When she woke in the middle of the night, she wondered why she liked him more that way and if her constant teasing behavior was slowly bringing that side out of him. If she would have known how he treated Glory earlier in the day, or the dreams he had which were very similar to her own fantasies, it would have fueled many masturbatory sessions or possibly broken down her will to resist temptation completely.

She was true to her word: despite her anxiousness, she had no trouble getting back to sleep, content with the knowledge that Alan loved her and took care of her.

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