Spacer X Stories: Part 30

CHAPTER 1 (Friday, Nov. 15)

Alan was so caught up in thinking about and then going to the psychiatric appointment with Xania that he'd completely forgotten about the football game. He knew that both Janice and Joy were supposed to perform with only painted-on panties, since he was the one who painted them on. But he didn't think much about either of them.

Even Katherine didn't pay the game much mind, though she did drive back to Orange County as quickly as possible to participate in as much of the game as she could.

Normally, the cheerleaders wore their uniforms in school all day before the football game, to help inspire "school spirit" for the game.

Heather would have liked to take advantage of the lack of underwear to mercilessly tease her victim all throughout the school day, putting her in dangerous situations and keeping her stimulated. But this week the two "victims" were Janice and Joy.

Heather and Janice were barely speaking to each other because of their feud (and after what happened at lunch they weren't speaking at all), so Janice was free to do what she wanted.

Joy meanwhile had thrown Heather for a loop by genuinely refusing any female advances, so Heather wasn't sure what to do with her or how to treat her. Thus, she was free from Heather's usual games as well, at least for the moment.

Furthermore, Heather's tyranny over the other cheerleaders was greatly reduced because of her anal sex session with Alan at lunch. Partly it was a purely physical thing. She came to cheerleader practice in sixth period like someone had stuck a two by four up her butt. She walked stiffer than a primitive robot doing a Frankenstein imitation. Her only hope of being able to cheerlead for the game was if she got an extensive massage or two before the game started and the only people who could realistically help her with that were the other cheerleaders.

She got her massage but at the expense of having to confess that Alan had fucked her in the ass. It was practically impossible to deny what happened since it was her ass that needed the massage the most, and even though Janice was prudently keeping quiet, the other cheerleaders knew that Alan and Heather had been together with Alan during lunch and they knew what Alan was really like behind closed doors.

Kim ended up massaging Heather's ass. The others continued their cheerleading practice as usual.

Now that the secret was out, Heather went on and on about how great the anal sex had been. At first, she was determined not to talk about it for fear of getting Kim interested in having anal sex with Alan too, but she figured she was pretty safe since Kim was a lesbian. So she raved about it (though being careful not to discuss the humiliating sex talk like the "cum dumpster" comments). Little did she realize, but her words excited Kim and got her quite damp between her thighs.

But despite Heather's weakened state, Janice and Joy's punishment, once given, had to be carried out. Both of them had to perform their cheerleading routines with only painted on underwear for the entire football game, and that's exactly what they did.

The situation was stranger still because Katherine wasn't there when the game began, as she was still up in L.A. Katherine was a peacemaker, and a bridge between Heather and Janice.

Heather still wasn't quite ready to cheerlead during the game. Despite a very long massage, Heather was still extremely stiff and sore. She did take part in some routines, but she failed to join in the more complicated ones. She knew there would be eyebrows raised, but she had a cover story about being slightly ill worked out already. She hoped that her ass would get used to the anal invasion over time, as she had big plans in her mind for how often Alan would be fucking her up the butt and she hated being incapacitated like this.

But Heather's stiffness and the Heather-Janice rivalry weren't big issues for the cheerleaders during the game, because they were too busy focusing on the fact that Janice and Joy weren't wearing any real underwear.

Janice was fairly good at rolling with the punches, and didn't mind terribly having to expose herself. It helped tremendously that the game was an away game, so very few familiar faces were in the audience.

Joy, on the other hand, was a different story. She was quite conservative and shy when it came to this kind of thing. She started the game trembling something awful. Only the encouragement of Amy, Kim, and especially Janice gave her the strength to go on.

But a funny thing happened once she started dancing. She found that she loved it. In fact, she had a fantastic time. At first, she recovered her confidence and performed her routines fairly normally.

But during a break in their routines at the end of the first quarter she confided in Janice, "Girl, I have to admit, this is great! I've never been so hot! I don't know what it is, but the idea of all those guys in the stands over there looking at me and seeing my most intimate places - it's so wild! I'm gushing all over the place, and the fact that I'm so wet is making me even more excited!"

Janice could hardly believe it. As much as she desired Joy already, she wanted her even more now. But she was too shocked and careful to say much more than, "That's great, Joy."

That inspired Joy to continue, "What do you think? Do you think people can see the glistening juices shining off of my thighs?" She pulled up her skirt and exposed her butt and pussy lips to Janice.

All Janice could do was bite her lips in frustration.

Joy went on even more excitedly, "Should I get myself cleaned off, or should I just leave it like this? Wait! Don't tell me. I'm going to leave it like this! Oh, it's so good! It's like I'm getting fucked by all their eyes even as we speak!"

Janice was surprised because she'd considered the lack of underwear to be a humiliation, and she was merely trying to get the experience over with. The fact that Heather had forced her to do it had particularly soured her on it. But with Joy's attitude, she began to think of it in a whole new way, and found herself loosening up and enjoying things as the game went on.

Joy continued to get more and more into it. She knew that Kim had a variety of dildos in her possession, and at the end of the first half the two of them disappeared for a long time. When they reappeared just as the game resumed, Joy again proudly flashed her pussy to Janice, and showed that it was now plugged with a vibrator. It was the kind that completely filled her hole, but stopped right at the pussy lips so there really wasn't anything to see unless one looked closely.

Janice again could barely contain her sexual frustration of being so close to a horny Joy, and yet so far. She threw herself into her routines with greater abandon and tried not to think about her romantic and lustful feelings for her best friend.

As the vibrator buzzed inside Joy, she rode a sexual high for the rest of the game. She barely managed to do her routines, and only because she knew them by heart. She did whatever the other cheerleaders did without question. If they had asked her to take off all her clothes and run across the football field, she would have done it gladly.

Between her and Heather's stiffness, they were a pretty sorry squad that week.

The vibrator kept her close to orgasm, but that wasn't enough by itself. She was ready to do anything to get off. As the game continued, she wanted more - something even more arousing to push her over the edge.

The game had quite a few breaks for the cheerleaders when the crowd was intent on the game and didn't need any extra entertainment. During these pauses, the other cheerleaders (except Heather) crowded around Joy to visually block her and did two contradictory things. On one hand, one cheerleader would wipe Joy's crotch and thighs clean, because she was constantly leaking. On the other hand, another cheerleader would pump the vibrator in and out until Joy could have another orgasm. It usually only took a few strokes, especially if her clit was stimulated at the same time. She came over and over again. It wasn't that she had discovered lesbianism - she was just desperate for relief.

Janice tortured herself even further by usually being the one to provide this "service."

As the game headed into the fourth quarter, Joy pushed even further. During breaks between routines, she pulled up the back of her skirt and rubbed her naked, painted ass for a minute or more at a time. While Janice was also just as naked underneath, she wasn't willing to keep up with such stunts, and mostly she just eyed what Joy did with complete amazement.

Towards the very end of the game, Joy started to moon the crowd even more blatantly. The crowd was on the other side of the field, so it was doubtful anyone noticed. If they did, they might have momentarily speculated that one of the other team's cheerleaders was rubbing a sore butt.

However, there was one football player, a wide receiver on the other team, who ran a route down the sidelines towards where the cheerleaders stood. He slowed down as he ran past Joy, his eyes transfixed on her mooning butt. He stopped his route altogether some yards past her, and turned around to stare at her. His face showed him clearly confused if what he was seeing was real, the game totally forgotten. However, he quickly had to run back to the huddle as the play had ended.

The cheerleaders all laughed when they saw the quarterback slap him on the helmet, obviously chiding him for a total loss of concentration.

As the game ended, Joy seemed downright disappointed no one had found her out. She actually got down on her knees and spread her legs to moon the crowd as obviously and blatantly as she could make it.

The other cheerleaders had to stop her from taking the next step and openly masturbating herself right there in public, because she was ready to pull the vibrator in and out in a very obvious way.

But everyone was leaving their seats at this point, and still no one noticed. If anyone did notice, they probably assumed it was a typical rude gesture to complain about the game result, instead of the flashing of a naked pussy by a horny, sex slave cheerleader.

Joy actually moaned in frustration as she witnessed the crowd leave.

The whole experience made all the cheerleaders quite hot. Joy was rendered nearly completely senseless by the time it was over. The others finally, mercifully, pulled the vibrator out of her and she immediately fell asleep on the ground, right there on the field. She was that emotionally worn out.

Janice looked at Joy lying there, nearly drowning in her own juices, and thought to herself, This certainly changes things. I don't know what it means exactly, but this is a new Joy we're looking at. Is there some way I can use her love of exposing herself to get her for my own? There must be. I mean, I was pushing the vibrator in and out of her goddamn pussy! It was so close! But it's not the female hands on her that she loves, it's the visual exposure to strange men. Damn! Fuckin' A! This is killing me! And it's all Heather's fault.

CHAPTER 2

Alan and Susan drove back from the psychologist's office in a great hurry. Normally Susan liked to watch the school's football games to support her daughter's cheerleading, but there was no time for that today. Susan weaved in and out of rush hour traffic so they'd have enough time to get Alan fully ready and fed before the Boy Scout van came to pick him up at 7:00.

Alan was completely wiped out from a long and tiring week, and fucking Xania had drained the last of his energy. He slept soundly as Susan drove.

When they got home it was a little after four o'clock. Susan and Alan had barely said anything to each other since leaving the appointment, since Alan slept the whole time.

But now Susan was quite animated. As soon as they got inside the house, she said, "Tiger, wasn't Xania just the best? I feel so happy! She's made me so very, very happy! Ecstatic! Giddy! Let's celebrate." She began to take her clothes off as she said this. As she ripped her bra off, she enthused, "I know! How about a victory blowjob? To us! To getting the official stamp of approval that being your daily cocksucker - and more - is okay!"

Alan was torn. He could hardly turn down his bosomy mother's excellent idea, but he hadn't really woken up from his nap, and all he wanted to do was sleep some more. Getting ready for and then going on his hiking trip seemed like a physical impossibility in his current state.

In fact, he was too tired to even think up a verbal response at first, so Susan continued, "No? What about a glorious, triumphant titfuck? Don't you want to rub your hard fuck rod all over Mommy's hooters?" She reached down and grabbed his penis through his jeans, and joked, "I know you just slept like a log, but that's not the only thing around here like a log all the time."

He laughed, but otherwise didn't respond, though she was happy to feel that his penis was already hard.

She took his continued silence and generally weary face as a no, and got a very strange and worried look on her face. She sat on all fours on the couch with her ass pointing at Alan, then said, "Oh no! Tiger, don't tell me you want to fuck me in the ass? Oh, that's so very naughty! However, Xania did tell me that I shouldn't hold back. And Suzanne said I should 'bend over, but don't break.' It seems everyone thinks you should fuck me up the ass."

She wiggled her naked ass back and forth ostentatiously. "Do you want to own my butt? Is that what you want? Just like you own my big tits? Are you going to take Mommy's butt cheeks and spread them with your hands, then plunge your baby maker deep into my very private place? Normally, I would say no, but because you've been so-"

Alan interrupted her. He clutched his head as if he had an intense migraine. "Mom, hold on! When you say things like 'baby maker' I get so turned on that I don't know if I'm coming or going. But I'm so tired I can hardly stand up. I have to get some more sleep so I'll be able to stagger out of this house when the scoutmaster's van comes to pick me up. And we both have a lot to do to get ready before then, even if my stuff is pretty much all packed. Let me take my nap first, okay? We can still celebrate later. Right?"

Susan had changed positions and was sitting up now. She'd been pushing her chest out, cupping her tits in the hopes that he'd suck on a nipple. But she slumped down into the couch, chagrined. "Okay. Bummer. I was so excited. You have no idea how elated I am after talking to Xania."

Alan walked over and hugged her. "I'm excited too. Really excited. Xania has given us the green light. But I'm only human. Please let me sleep for a little while?"

She kissed him on the forehead in a very affectionate way. "Of course. Sorry for getting carried away. You take your rest, but only one hour, okay? You're right that we have a lot of work to do."

Alan promised, "If we're quick and efficient, we'll have some fun time later, okay?"

She nodded. That obviously got her very motivated.

As Alan walked away, he marveled at how backwards things were. Mom wants sex even more than I do. I practically have to fight her off now, and I'm the one to hold out the promise of more sexual games as a reward. I would never have imagined that I would live to see the day.

Alan made his way to his room and fell onto his bed. But before he'd fallen asleep his mother came rushing in. "Tiger! Wake up! I have important news!"

He opened his eyes, unable to do more, and did his best to squelch the annoyance he felt at the sudden intrusion. "What is it, Mom," he muttered testily.

Seeing him conscious, she rushed to his bed and said excitedly, "I was just playing back the phone messages. Your scoutmaster called a few minutes before we got back home. It seems that your hiking trip has been canceled! He's having some kind of trouble with his van, and he can't find a replacement at this late hour. So they're going to try to do it next week instead. I'm so sorry."

Alan sat up and came fully awake as the news sank in. His eyes blinked and he was silent for a few moments. Then he spoke. "Sorry? Don't be sorry. That's great news. I am SO relieved! I was kind of looking forward to getting away from it all, but I wasn't looking forward to hiking all day. No energy. YES! This is great! The more I think about it, this is awesome! I can finally get some time to myself, and time just to vegetate. Cool."

Susan didn't know how he'd take the news, and was pleasantly surprised. "You're not mad? I thought you'd be upset that you've been averaging nearly eight climaxes a day, and all that work was for nothing."

Alan hadn't thought about that. "Dang. Good point. ... But you know what? That's okay. Because this means I can take a massive sexual break this weekend, too."

Susan appeared crestfallen to hear that.

So he immediately added, "Don't get me wrong. Just because I wanted to nap instead of experience your lovely help, I'm not tired of you or anything. I could never get tired of any of this, and I especially could never get tired of your amazing and amazingly stacked Marilyn Monroe body."

She broke into a big smile when she heard that.

"But the excitement is in my mind. My body is another matter. I still have this weakness where I have to nap every day and never have all the energy I want. I've been running on full steam for weeks now, and I'm right on the verge of collapse. My penis is dying. It's practically numb most of the time and my loads have been little more than a trickle for the past couple of days. I was holding out for the hiking trip to give my penis a couple of days to recover, and it still needs to recover. Let's just take it easy for a couple of days, okay? Hiking trip or no, I need a sexual holiday."

Susan frowned. "Oh dear. Is your penis in that bad of shape?"

"Yes. I know this sounds gross, but I'm amazed sometimes that I haven't injured it somehow. It can hurt like hell!"

"Oh my!" Susan clasped her hands over her mouth in surprise. "Don't worry. I'll give you some space. Take a big nap. I see you need it. Meanwhile I'll take care of everything."

Alan fell asleep immediately. He was so tired that he didn't give the cancellation news much thought. He didn't give her "I'll take care of everything" comment any thought at all.

So he was surprised when he woke up about an hour and a half later and, from the top of the stairs, looked down into the living room to see Susan sitting next to Akami and quietly talking to her.

He was only dressed in his dark blue robe, but he nonetheless hurried downstairs to eagerly greet his beloved nurse. He felt much better now that he'd napped in the car and then again in his bed. "Akami!" he said in a delighted voice as he quickly closed the distance to her.

She stood and embraced her favorite patient with a warm hug.

Alan pulled back a bit and admired Akami, who was still dressed in her usual lab jacket. "It's so good to see you," he said sincerely. "How long has it been?"

"One week almost to the hour since our last appointment. And it's great to see you, too." She smiled widely and stared at him intently with her smoldering eyes.

He loved her narrow, intense eyes. In fact, it was his favorite feature about her.

To Alan it seemed much longer than a week, but he knew that things had been so eventful lately that everything seemed like ancient history to him. He recalled that he only had appointments with Akami every other week. "Wait. We're not scheduled to meet until NEXT Friday, right? So what are you doing meeting me? And in my house, even?"

Akami answered, "I got a call from your mother just as my work day was ending. She said that your situation was dire and needed immediate attention. I'm only a nurse and don't do house calls, but I thought I could come over just as a friend and see how you're doing and if there was some way I could help."

She looked down at his crotch to see if there was a bulge that needed her "help," but found only disappointment.

Alan looked her body over more closely. She looked as great and sexy as ever. "So why are you still in your nurse outfit?" (Actually it was a bit misleading to say she was in a nurse outfit - she'd dressed to impress in a low cut blouse, black leather miniskirt, and high heels. But knowing that Alan was turned on by her medical garb, she wore a lab jacket and stethoscope as well.)

Akami answered, "I came straight from work. Susan and I have been discussing the state of your penis and your energy level while you've been sleeping."

Susan interrupted. "How is he, nurse? Is it as bad as I feared?"

Akami examined Alan's face carefully. "Hmm. He has some bags under his eyes, like you said. Exhausted, for sure. The six times a day regimen must be tough to do day in and day out. I have to agree with what Alan was suggesting to you earlier. He does need a break."

Alan was relieved. "You see what I mean, Mom? This weekend I'm just going to play video games and watch TV and sleep. Mostly sleep. It'll be great!"

"But what about the state of his penis?" Susan asked Akami anxiously from her position on a nearby couch.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" Akami motioned to Alan's robe.

Alan dutifully opened it. Given everything sexual that had happened between Akami and him, and especially the things the two of them did in Dr. Fredrickson's office while Susan watched, he didn't bat an eye about doing something sexual with her in front of his mother.

Susan similarly considered blowjobs and handjobs a part of Akami's "treatment" even if she still didn't realize that Alan already had gone all the way with Akami.

Akami sat below a kneeling Alan and cupped his balls while she fondled his flaccid penis. She figured it was a good position to be in for the blowjob that would almost certainly follow soon. She could hardly wait, but she kept her professional detached demeanor. "Hmm. He isn't erect yet. Is this unusual, Susan?"

"Most unusual, nurse. It seems that his penis always stands very straight and tall. When I look between his legs, I expect to see a big pulsing tree trunk there, especially if his shorts or pants are off, which they are most of the time, at least when he's not at school."

Alan explained, "But Mom, that's just 'cos whenever you're around, well, you're around. Just one look at you is an instant erection."

"I'm flattered, Son." She turned to Akami. "But I'm worried. Do you think it'll be okay?"

"Let's see. Susan, why don't we both take off our clothes and see if we can't get him hard so I can examine him properly? Normally, I wouldn't ask you, but he says you cause an instant erection and that's just what we need."

Susan didn't need to be told that twice. The two women were naked within moments, and Akami pulled Alan's robe to the floor as well.

Alan's penis instantly responded. In truth, just thinking about his mother naked was guaranteed to get him hard, and having seen Akami naked for the first time in a long while, his penis grew even harder than usual.

"Ah, that feels much better," Akami cooed as she sensually fondled his ramrod tool. She felt the need to keep at least a veneer of professionalism, given the fact that Susan was there, so she said, "Alan, your mother tells me that your penis is in great pain. Is that true?"

Alan considered and then answered truthfully, "Well, not GREAT pain. Painful sometimes lately, yeah, but it doesn't feel so bad at the moment. It's amazing what a nap or two can do. I feel so much better than just an hour ago."

"That's good. There's nothing like the virility of an eighteen year old male. But still, you're having problems. With Susan's permission, I propose that I get to the bottom of your over stimulation problem, in a very hands-on way."

Susan asked, a bit concerned, "Hands-on? What do you mean, exactly?" If there was any hands-on handling of his penis, she hoped she could do it.

Akami explained, "Well, we have to determine how different forms of stimulation affect his penis. That way, you can adjust how to arouse him until he gets better. For instance, handjobs. How does this feel, on a scale of one to ten, Alan? One being easy on the penis, and ten being the most grinding, painful, and chafing."

Akami had in fact already started to stroke his penis more or less since it had gotten hard, but now she did it more vigorously.

Susan looked on with an agonized expression. She was still quite naive, despite all her recent sexual experiences, and she remained under the impression that Akami would conduct some kind of real medical test. So she thought it very unseemly to touch herself as she watched. But the sight of Akami pistoning her closed fist up and down Alan's hard, thick shaft was nearly too much for her. The fact that Susan was now buck naked only added to her temptation and agony, but she somehow resisted the urge to openly masturbate.

Alan enjoyed the handjob for a minute or two and acted as if he was having a hard time making up his mind on what score to give it. In fact, his penis felt fine since his nap and he loved the situation of having his naked mother watch whatever deviltry Akami was up to. Finally, he replied, "Oh, I guess about a six. You're going at it pretty vigorously."

"Yes I am, but only in the pursuit of knowledge." It was very difficult for Akami to say that with a straight face, and in fact she giggled a little bit. But she looked over at Susan.

Susan seemed to take everything very seriously. The mother had a look of worry; a fear that Alan's penis might be damaged in some way.

Akami quickly switched gears. "Alan, let's compare that with a blowjob. Again, please rate this."

She licked the tip of his knob, but then paused, and said, "While you're enjoying this, why don't you tell me about all the naughty things you've been doing to the females in your life? I need to make sure everything is going well in that area and that there isn't too much, um, chafing." She consumed his penis without any further ado.

Alan was pleasantly surprised with her boldness, and grabbed her head with both hands to brace himself against a sudden rush of intense arousal.

Alan considered how to answer Akami's question of who he'd been having sex with, given that his mother was listening. He didn't know if it was wise to "out" the likes of some of the cheerleaders or Glory, so he started vaguely. "Akami, I'm fucking quite a few girls in school. I'm never lacking hot, tight, big-titted teen sluts who want to suck on a meaty cock. Why, if I didn't know better, I might mistake my nurse right now for one of those sluts, given the way she's sucking so enthusiastically. However, this is an entirely professional and medically necessary cocksucking, as we all know." He couldn't help but snicker a bit at that.

He went on, aiming to arouse his mother, "But those teen hussies who spread their legs for me during lunch are nothing compared to the women I can choose from around my own house. Between Amy, Suzanne, Katherine, and my mom, I have no end of pleasure. I want to fuck them all, of course. And I do mean ALL of them. When I fuck someone for the first time, I want to be in peak form. It has to be perfect; something we'll remember forever."

Susan gasped. She knew exactly who the "someone" he referred to was, especially since he was staring right at her when he said it. Her hands flew to her tits, but somehow those same hands slapped themselves, one slapping the other. Looking warily at Akami, she withdrew from overt masturbation and crossed her arms to keep her hands out of trouble. But her chest began to heave quite heavily. She sat on the edge of the couch, quiet but eager to replace Akami on her knees between her son's legs if the opportunity presented itself.

Alan continued to force Akami's head up and down, accenting her own deep bobs that nearly reached the bottom of his erection on each pass. Meanwhile, he made some idle conversation with his mother. "Akami's the best nurse, don't you think, Mom? She's so much more than a nurse. She helps squeeze out so many loads of all that dangerous sperm, for one thing. She's so selfless and giving. It's like she's my sexologist too."

Susan sighed with longing. Then she responded breathlessly, "Yes, she is, but is she doing a good enough job? Does she know how to do some of Mommy's favorite moves, like the candy cane or the tooth tickle? Maybe I should take over. More tongue, Akami! It looks like you're all lips and no tongue. My Tiger loves the tongue on his special spot just under the penis head. I like to think of it as the penis neck. More neck! Make him blow his naughty cum all over your face!"

Susan sat so close to the edge of the couch that she fell off of it altogether and wound up on her knees. She inched herself forward towards Alan's crotch bit by bit. As she got closer, she couldn't take it any more and shoved a hand into her mouth. She fucked her mouth with her fingers and imagined that they were Alan's powerful tool instead.

Akami eventually pulled Alan's rod out of her mouth to respond to what both Alan and Susan had said. "Yes, Alan. Think of me as your sexologist too. I understand the situation here requires unusual measures, so we just have to accept that certain sexual things happen during his treatment. But rest assured, Mrs. Plummer, I know how to pump his cock with my mouth as well as anybody. How is that, Alan? On the penis hurting scale, I mean?" She popped his erection back in and resumed her contented yet talented sucking.

"Oh, that's more like a four. Definitely easier than the hands. But my mom does do it quite differently. Since she practically lives with my dick in her mouth, I think it may be important to see where her technique stands on the scale."

Susan quickly agreed. "Oh yes! Please! Akami, please let me taste it just a little? I've been waiting ALL DAY to wrap my lips around it! What's a mother to do to get her cocksucking satisfaction?"

Akami knew that Alan's penis had incredible endurance and she didn't mind some sharing with Susan, if that would help calm down and satisfy the overly horny mother. So she took his erection out again, and said, "Sure. Susan, why don't you try it for a while? Start with a handjob and then try both licking and sucking so we can do a full comparison."

Susan eagerly obeyed, but Akami didn't give her much time. Susan was given about a minute each with a handjob (rating a five), deep suck blowjob (a four), and a light tonguing (a two).

Then an impatient Akami took over again.

But Susan literally wouldn't let go of her son's penis. She couldn't or wouldn't take her mouth off of it either. So Akami suggested, "Alan, I imagine that more and more you'll be experiencing dual blowjobs, given all the women in your life, so why don't you rate one of those?"

Within seconds, Susan and Akami began to share his penis. The two of them exchanged great big licks from the top of his penis all the way to the bottom. They sat up on all fours, right next to each other, and allowed their shoulders and hips to rub against each other.

Alan took the opportunity to grab and probe their butts simultaneously. With all the excitement of the double blowjob, he felt his bad side gaining in strength.

He thought, My mom IS just like a sex cow, on all fours just like an animal! And with both of them next to each other like that, it's like they're my personal sex toys. Like animal slaves in my stable, eating out of a trough. I wonder if I asked them to bark like a dog, what they would do. Especially Akami. How would she react? She's more independent than most of my babes. I haven't seen her much; I think she still needs to be fully broken in. Should I hold my penis back and make her beg for it?

No. I have to control my darker urges. It's so tempting, but I have to learn to be aggressive and still be the same nice me I always was. Anyways, Akami has things progressing quite nicely. I'm just going to sit back and see what she comes up with next.

Akami didn't wait long to move things further. She took Alan deep in her throat and pushed Susan away from the penis. And once Akami had control, Susan was too deferential to authority to fight. Coming up for air with both hands pumping on Alan's penis to help keep Susan at bay, Akami pointed out, "Alan, I imagine you experience a fair number of titfucks, given all the well-endowed women around here." She winked at Susan, who practically hovered over them, looking for an opening to recapture control of her son's penis. "I think it's probably best if we test out some titfucks a bit."

Alan agreed wholeheartedly and spent the next couple of minutes fucking the nurse's tits. His body seemed to revive more with each passing minute and he put a lot of energy into it. His penis didn't bother him at all. They all forgot that he'd never been asked what his "chafing" rating for the dual blowjob was.

Susan, though, felt miffed. To go from having her son's penis in her mouth to having to endure watching someone else enjoy a titfuck was almost too much. She hovered all around Akami. She pouted to herself as she groped her own boobs, Akami's tits are a joke. A joke! You call those tits? Tiger, fuck MY big tits! Or I should say fuck YOUR big tits, because they belong to you. You own my body, so use it any way you want! Take me! Take my tits! Now!

Susan was so frustrated that she couldn't stay silent. She tapped Akami on the back. "Akami? Don't you think that, uh, that my tits..." She was so naturally modest that she had trouble figuring out how to tactfully phrase that her tits were far superior and in much greater need of a solid titfucking.

Luckily, Alan stepped in. "Akami, I rate that titfuck a four on the scale, given all the helpful pre-cum lubrication. But I think I need to compare that with my mom's. I mean, no offense, but given that her mammaries are so massive, a titfuck with her might lead to a different score. So, could you, um, let go?"

Akami sighed. She increasingly resented Susan's interruptions, not to mention the annoyingly huge size of the mother's tits, but she ceded control. "Okay. I guess you have a point. But quickly, now. We have more important tests to conduct."

Alan liked the sound of that, but concentrated on fucking his mother's chest. He thought, You know, it's funny how similar this is to what happened with Xania earlier. Under some thin medical excuse, I end up doing all kinds of sexual stuff. The only difference is that I tricked Xania and now Akami is the one tricking Mom.

Alan still didn't realize that Xania was in on all their games and Suzanne is the chief instigator of them.

Susan was beside herself with joy and was so aroused that she no longer worried about propriety. She frigged her pussy with abandon while her son slid his dick in and out of her cleavage.

She sighed, "Oh, Tiger. You're fucking Mommy, even if only in the chest. Xania would approve. Yes! She knows this is so good. It's what you MUST do to Mommy. You MUST fuck her big, white, milky tits because she needs it so bad. She needs it! Your mommy MUST get FUCKED by her good son!"

By this time Susan had completely forgotten that Akami was there. She came in such an intense orgasm as she cried "Your mommy must get fucked" that her whole body buckled backwards. Her back arched more and more until her head hit the floor. Her tits lost contact with his penis and she threw herself to the ground and writhed around as if in an epileptic fit. She finally passed out altogether.

CHAPTER 3

When Susan came back to her senses she saw that Alan still hadn't cum. Her natural instinct was to get up and use her lips and tongue to make sure he got his satisfaction and then some, but Akami had taken over completely.

Akami was again on all fours with her face pointed right at Susan, and Alan was lined up behind the nurse's toned and firm butt. They'd spent about five minute getting past the difficult insertion while Susan was knocked out.

Akami smiled smugly at Susan and said to her, "Now that you're back with us, you'll be glad to know that Alan rated your titfuck a three. We're about to try the much more chafing assfuck. Alan just told me that you've never done this before, so you should leave this to us professionals. You have to know what you're doing here or you could get hurt."

Susan was so surprised that all she could do was open and close her mouth, unable to find the right words to say. She desperately wanted to be on the receiving end of Alan's anal fuck, but she couldn't go against the medical word of a professional nurse.

Akami turned her head around to Alan and said, "Alan, now that you've had a little rest, I think it's time. Just push it in slowly."

He did so. Akami's butt was very tight. He complained, "Dang. That's an eight on the chafing scale at least. Tight!" But he continued to thrust in and out of her asshole.

Before Akami could reply to his words, Susan complained, "'Us professionals?' What does that mean, Akami? If I may be frank, you're not exactly acting like a normal nurse."

Akami shot back, "And Susan, you're not exactly acting like a normal mother. However, we're both doing all we can to help Alan out with his problem, aren't we? And I won't beat around the bush. I'll admit that I'm enjoying- ehhh!"

She was interrupted because Alan abruptly pulled out of her ass. He was in a playful mood, and poked his penis around her pussy. He joked, "You may not be beating around the bush, but I am."

Akami groaned at the bad joke. "Alan, please. Back in the butt, already. ... Pound my ass! ... Aaaaah. That's better. Where was I? Oh yes. I'll admit I'm having fun in the process, but is that a crime? Of course not. Those who are helping and generous also receive much in return. Don't you agree? ... Deeper, Alan. Don't be afraid to go deep. ... So Susan, do you want me to stop this scientific test? Or do you want to see Alan suffer from brutal chafing?"

Susan moped, "Well, no. We can't have his penis in pain. Of course I want what's best for him." She paused and gazed in wonder at the sight of Alan's penis going in and out of Akami's butt. Then she snapped back to the conversation. "I'm, uh, sorry, Akami. I apologize."

Again she got lost momentarily gazing some more, but then she had a thought, and said, "It's just that, well, I'm thinking, my ass is a little different. It's much bigger and wider than yours since I'm so much taller than you. It's probably best if he gives it a test too. A very thorough test! Alan, do you want to test your mommy's ass? Is that what you want? Do you want to bend her over and fuck her up the butt like a maniac? Do you want to grab her by the hair and then throw her to the ground as you roughly take control of her ass? Because I'm-"

Akami interrupted, and huffed between labored breaths, "Thank you for your generosity, Susan, but given the tender condition of his penis, I think one assfuck is more than enough right now. It's pretty remarkable he's made it this far without cumming and we still haven't made it to the ultimate test."

Alan momentarily wondered, Could my mother actually WANT me to fuck her up the ass? But he could be a bit thick when it came to seeing changes in his mother, and dismissed the idea. She had protested the idea of anal sex quite vocally not that long ago.

He didn't have much chance to consider the issue because he continued to press slowly and gingerly in and out of Akami's ass. With each stroke it seemed to get a little bit easier, but he still took it conservatively. He asked the nurse quizzically, "The ultimate test?"

"Yes. Why don't we do that right now, because I can't wait. Is that still an eight?"

"No, it's dropped to more like a seven."

"Good. Keep that in mind, Susan. I think you need to focus on licking-focused blowjobs and well-lubricated titfucks for the time being. Take it easy on the assfucks and the aggressive handjobs if you can, okay? His penis needs a chance to recover."

Susan nodded obediently. She was still too wiped out from her recent orgasm to do much physically, but the sight of Alan plowing into an ass had already caused her arousal to rush back with a vengeance. She was nearly on the verge of attacking Akami to throw her aside and take her place. Only her complete exhaustion prevented her from getting up.

Akami, though, was tired of sharing and subtly indicated with her body language that she wanted Alan all to herself.

Susan whimpered with lust, but obeyed. A voice in her head said, I must be a good slut and obey. I have to have CONTROL over myself. Xania said so. A good cum slut does what she's told and gets rewarded for her patience with a big load of yummy son-sperm. She gets punished with a nasty spanking. Bad Mommy. She has to control her penis-hungry ass. Akami says so too... These thoughts turned her on even more than she already was.

All of a sudden Akami reached back, pulled Alan's erection out of her ass, and dropped to the floor. She grabbed her purse and a packet of wet wipes and tissues, cleaned off and dried Alan's dick, then flipped over. "Okay, Alan, big stud, it's time for the ultimate test. Fuck my pussy like the wild teenaged pussy pounder that you are!"

Akami had pretty much dropped all pretense at medical professionalism, and was cooing and moaning like the woman in torrid heat that she truly was.

As Akami waited while Alan positioned his penis over her hole, she breathed to Susan, "Alan was telling me while you were passed out that you unfortunately haven't been fucked by this sexy beast yet. Your loss." She chuckled with pure glee, knowing what she was about to experience. She somehow felt involved in a very incestuous act, given that Susan was watching, and that made it all the better for her. It seemed as if Alan would be fucking his mother through her.

Susan was sitting up now, with one hand on her clit and most of the fingers of the other deep in her snatch. She asked, "What do you think, Akami? Is it wrong if I want Alan to fuck me?"

The got Alan extremely excited and he pushed his erection deep into Akami.

Akami responded with a great moan. She cried out, "Oh God! Fuck yeah! Fuck me like a crazy banshee, you depraved devil! Go all the fucking way and fucking break my cervix in two!"

Alan replied with a second, more powerful thrust. Then he continued to sit on her and drive her into the carpet.

"Oh yeah! Like that!" Akami cried. She turned to see what Susan was doing and then remembered that she'd been asked some sort of question. "What were you saying Susan? ... God! Do it again, Alan! You damned young fuck beast! Fuck me, stud! I'm the virgin sacrifice being offered to you. Slay me with your fuck-sword! Again! Again! Deeper! Deeper! Hurry! "

"What?" Propelled by such enthusiasm, Alan attacked Akami more intently with his penis. He was greatly amused, yet aroused, by her colorful language. It was a dramatic contrast to the official nurse facade that she'd more or less been maintaining until the last few minutes.

Susan could see that Akami wasn't in a good state to answer her serious question about fucking her son, so instead she slid forward and naggingly tapped Akami on a shoulder. "Akami? Can I join in somehow?"

"What? ... Fuck me Alan! Deeper! Harder! More! More! More! ... Oh, yeah. Susan. Uh, take the ass. ... God, it's good! I'm the virgin being ravaged by the fuck god! A fuck demon! Lord God Alan, King of the Fuckers, fuck this pussy!"

Alan laughed. Man, I've heard some outrageously arousing and ego-stroking things while having sex lately, but Akami really takes the cake!

Susan came around Alan to face his bouncing butt. She tentatively grabbed hold of his ass cheeks as they flew and shuddered with each thrust.

He fell onto Akami to give his mother a more accessible and somewhat more stable rear target.

Akami cried out, "Susan! Be the dirty mommy slut that you are! Stick your tongue up his asshole! Do it! And Alan, don't stop! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!" As if that wasn't enough, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T STOP!"

Alan had been relatively quiet, uncertain if encouraging words to Akami might offend his mother somehow. But he replied but defensively and amused, "I'm not stopping already! This is as hard as I go. OH! WOW!"

Those last words were his surprise to feel his mother's tongue probe the edge of his asshole. No one had ever done that to him before. He momentarily wondered how clean he was back there, but it didn't matter.

Susan was so excited that she was ready to fuck, suck, or lick anything her son had to offer. Like Akami was thinking, she felt as if Alan was fucking her in a sense, by using Akami's body as a proxy. His incessant jackhammering was everything she'd hoped it would be and more, and she was getting a front row seat. As her head flew up and down his ass crack, she made the pleasant discovery that her nipples could scrape along the carpet, and she made sure to keep that friction going.

Akami grabbed hold of Alan by his hips and paused for a moment. She just breathed heavily for a while as she recovered the ability to speak. "Okay, Alan! Just a sec! Hold on! I'm going to, going to... Start rotating my hips a lot. Let's see if... If this adds to the grinding score for your penis!"

Alan started again at a slower pace. He was surprised by the excellent things Akami's hips did. Xania in particular had some great hip moves, but it seemed that Akami had some clever moves that no one had done with him before. While he went in and out, she went from side to side and somehow around in circles at the same time. It felt like she had four-way hips. It felt fantastic. He shouted, "Akami! Awesome! Much more taxing on the penis, but good! Fantastic!"

Susan meanwhile managed to keep her face and tongue buried in what was now the very mobile target of Alan's ass.

Akami was very pleased that Alan was impressed. They hit a perfect rhythm and their mutual joy increased that much more.

She cried back, "Alan, you big strong, strapping white man, take this tiny native Japanese woman and rape her virgin cunt! On the sacrificial altar! Fuck God, fuck me good! You're a fuck God!"

Everyone paused. Alan was realizing that Akami could say some pretty wild things when she was in heat, but that seemed way over the top. It rankled his PC sensibilities.

But then a strange voice cut in. "Alan, are you raping the Japanese again? Haven't I told you to cut back on that habit?" A happy giggle followed.

Alan looked up, and to his surprise, saw Katherine as she stood across the living room in her cheerleader uniform with a backpack over her shoulder. She winked at him and then examined the scene very approvingly.

Susan stopped licking the crack of Alan's butt, pulled back from him, and ridiculously covered up her tits with her arms. "Angel, what are you doing here?" She blushed profusely.

"Mom, I live here, remember?" Katherine put her hands on her hips, pretended to be upset, and protested, "I just got home from some very tiring cheerleading at the football game, and I'm very upset to see an orgy happening without me." She giggled some more.

Susan protested, "This isn't an orgy! We were just, uh, giving Alan a medical test."

Alan had paused in frozen fear when he first heard Katherine's voice, but realizing it was only his sister, he resumed fucking Akami, though at a slower pace. He winked at his sister, but remained silent.

Katherine pulled her cheerleader top over her head and then said, "I think I need to take that test too. Can you all perform it on me? By the way, Akami, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you. I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

Akami was slightly embarrassed, given that she wasn't used to strangers walking in while being brutally fucked into submission, but she mostly took it in stride. She was so turned on that nothing much bothered her. She managed to stretch out a hand towards Katherine and hoped the healthy and horny daughter would shake it.

She joked, "Nice to meet you too. Are you going to save me from this crazy white man, ravishing my entire home village?"

Katherine briefly touched Akami's outstretched hand, and then pulled her cheerleader skirt off. "On the contrary. As another big, bad white person, I think I need to help with the raping. Historically, our race is pretty good with that whole raping and pillaging thing. I think we Plummers in particular have Viking blood. The only problem is, Alan's got you so well covered. Big Colonial Exploiting Brother, can you reposition so I could have some Asian lands of my own to conquer?" She giggled some more at their strange but somehow fun extended metaphor.

Alan had gone from being offended at that kind of talk to being terribly aroused. He was too PC to speak his thoughts, but in his mind he said, So, Akami, you want me to plunder your lands? I'll do some plundering! Take this! He pushed back in all the way.

Akami's hips had resumed their exquisite rotation, and suddenly all the stimulation was more than he was ready to deal with.

He shouted, "Mom, get back to my ass!" He could feel the cum welling up inside him, and decided to go with it instead of fighting the inevitable. He resumed his pummeling of Akami's pussy and shouted some more, "Akami, hold on! I'm cumming!"

Susan immediately obeyed and planted her mouth back on his asshole. In an effort to make his climax as enjoyable as possible, she thrust her tongue into it as far as it could go.

His dick was practically a blur by now, it rammed into Akami so hard and so quickly. The nurse cried out, "Alan, you're a god! A fuck god!"

Needless to say, Susan loved Akami's "fuck god" idea. She went at her asshole licking even more intently. She somehow managed to bring her tits up to the bottom of his ass, and pushed her nipples into his butt cheeks even as she continued to deeply tongue his asshole. One hand guided her tits while another reached between his legs and grasped at his dangling balls to give him more unexpected pleasure there.

Katherine urged like the cheerleader that she was, "Do it, Brother! Fuck her good! Slay her pussy! Make her a slaaaave to your cock!"

Meanwhile, an orgasmic wave washed over Alan. He cried incoherently as he continued to stroke into Akami.

She cried back even as she managed to keep her hips rotating in exciting ways.

Katherine wanted to get in the action but didn't see a good way in. She dropped to the floor and jerked Alan's head to the side, then kissed him passionately on the mouth. She held on as she felt his entire body buckle with each rope that shot off into Akami's vagina (unfortunately, the number of ropes were few, as he was nearly out of cum). But then his dueling tongue went limp and Katherine found that she was holding an unconscious head.

Just as Susan had been overwhelmed earlier, now it was Alan's turn. He completely passed out.

His penis took longer to deflate and give up the fight. Once it finally popped out of the well-fucked nurse's pussy, both mother and daughter stared at the gooey mess on and all around Akami's thighs with a mixture of longing, jealousy, and admiration.

CHAPTER 4

Akami came close to losing consciousness as well but somehow managed to stave it off.

Katherine rolled Alan off of Akami and the nurse lay on the floor for many minutes trying to catch her breath.

Susan also remained on the floor recovering.

Katherine, on the other hand, had barely begun. She stood up. Hands on her hips, she complained, "I suppose you all are wiped out now, huh? Just my luck. God, if I only could have gotten here ten minutes earlier. Fuck!" She stared at Akami, and not anywhere near her face. "Can I at least suck my brother's cum from your pussy? I've never really eaten a cream pie before."

Akami held her hands up to ward the nympho teen away. "No. Please! Too sensitive right now. Don't even touch me down there or I'll go off like a cork, and not in a good way, either. Your brother really did a number on me."

Katherine groused, "Sure. Relax. Everyone else is having all kinds of orgiastic fun, and I get to watch the cum drip. Whoopee."

Susan replied defensively, "Really, Angel, it wasn't an orgy. Akami here was just testing how best to stimulate Alan without grinding on his penis too much, and I guess things got out of hand."

Katherine had a hard time refraining from laughing, but she managed.

Akami agreed. "I'm sorry, Susan. Things did get out of hand there a little bit. But holding Alan's hot penis in my hand and then in my mouth, and seeing your huge swaying tits and smoke practically rising from your steaming pussy, well, I guess I lost my professional demeanor at some point. Hormones took over. I didn't mean to go all the way with him, at least not right in front of you like that. That must have been tough on you."

"Yes, it was," Susan agreed as she sighed. "You have no idea how much. But I understand how you feel. I mean, it's like he IS a fuck god, and we're just the helpless cunts in his relentless path. Have you ever seen or heard of any man who could put up with that much stimulation and still keep going that long? It's incredible!"

"It is," Akami sincerely agreed. She sat up and a mixture of his cum and her juices rolled out of her vagina.

Katherine, still miffed at missing out on everything, rushed over to Akami to try again. "Here, let me clean that up for you. With my tongue."

But Susan butted in. "Hold on, young lady. Alan is going to wake up any minute, and I'm sure he's had enough sex for a while. Look at him, the poor baby. Such an overworked penis, but he does it to make us happy. He works so hard to keep us all well fucked until he drops from exhaustion. Let's not get all worked up again or he'll once again find himself fucking us practically against his will, because he just can't resist such a sexy sight. Don't you think, Akami?"

"I think you're right. Not only that, but I want to clean this mess up myself." She ran a finger through the combined juices that dripped down her thigh. "Mmmm, mmmm, good. I swear, if there's manna from Heaven, it tastes just like Alan's cum."

She scooped up even more. "Sorry, Katherine." As a peace offering, she held her fingers up for Katherine to lick off. They were quite soaked in Alan's cum and Akami's juices.

Katherine lapped up all of the cum until the fingers were completely clean and gave an appreciative nod to Akami. Then she sat down on a sofa, naked but still frustratingly horny.

Remembering that Susan still didn't know that Alan had fucked her already, Katherine thought of something to help pave that way to her mother's acceptance of that. "Mom, I don't know how I can resist if my sexy brother wants to have sex with me. How can I say no? As you so eloquently put it, we are just helpless cunts. There's no way to stop his jackhammer cock from grinding down on us."

Susan sighed again, but she was thinking of herself, not Katherine. "I know. It's so true. What do you think, Akami? Do you think I should fuck him?" Seeing him actually having intercourse from mere feet away had been a big blow to what little remained of Susan's resistance.

She searched her body for some cum of her own to lick up, but she was frustratingly dry, except for a good amount of sweat. She considered licking Alan's penis clean but thought it would be better to have him rest.

Akami answered, "Susan, you're looking at it the wrong way. It's not 'should I fuck him.' Admit that it's a fact that HE will fuck YOU. Hard. Until you beg for mercy. I'm beyond amazed that it hasn't happened already. Accept the fact that it'll happen and enjoy it to its fullest. You're just about the luckiest woman I know, to be living in the same house as him. You too, Katherine."

All three ladies let out a little collective sigh and looked down on the sleeping lucky boy.

Alan had a slight grin, no doubt dreaming of sex in one way or another. His buxom mother, nympho sister, and sperm-sampling nurse all admired his good looks, strong physique, and most of all, his hyperactive penis. It was not only still partly turgid, but it even continued to leak a dribble of pre-cum as if ready to leap into action at any moment.

Susan tore herself away from the sight long enough to say, "You're right. My psychologist said pretty much the same thing today. Now that's two medical professionals who agree."

Akami was puzzled what Susan meant when she talked about her psychologist. Since no real psychologist would say what Susan said, she correctly guessed that the psychologist visit was another one of Suzanne's wild schemes.

Susan continued, "And deep in my heart I've already long accepted that fact." She braced herself, thrust her chest out proudly, and then announced, "I'm ready. I'm ready for my son to fuck me."

Katherine rushed over and kissed her mother on the lips. "Mom! I'm so happy for you!" She pushed her tits into her mother's and her mother eagerly pushed back. They ran their nipples in circles around each other's and then kissed some more.

After a minute, Susan stopped the kiss and said, "Angel, what if Alan woke up right now and saw us like this? We don't want to overstimulate him."

Katherine giggled and said, "I imagine he'd get so excited that he'd have to fuck your juicy puss. Then he'd fuck mine!" She was so excited by this prospect that she started mauling her own tits.

Akami added a touch of reality. "Unfortunately you two, he only gave me a couple of ropes of cum. I think he's had it for the day."

Susan pulled away from her daughter in disappointment.

"Yeah. I keep forgetting. This whole test must have been very tiring for my cute baby. We should probably wait a bit, don't you think? He was saying he really needs this weekend to recover. If he fucks me, I want him to be at full strength."

"Yes," Akami nodded, "give him some time to recover. And especially avoid anal sex. I can see you really want to do that, but as you may have noticed, he gave that the highest score on the chafing and grinding scale. As I think I said before, focus on soft titfucks and lots of tongue action on his cock. Maybe you and Katherine could blow him together. I'm sure he'd love that. But give him a couple days to just take it slow. Then, my prescription is, fuck like mad."

Katherine eagerly asked, "So Mom, if you're ready for him to fuck you, can't he fuck me too? Isn't that okay? That's what Akami pretty much just said." Even though she already was having sex with him, she wanted to get it out in the open. She knew the way to her brother's dick was through her mother's pussy, and furthermore, she knew that the hornier Susan got, the more likely she was to be agreeable.

"Yes, I suppose," Susan admitted grudgingly. "But only when I say so. When he's ready for more fucking, on Monday or Tuesday, he and I are probably going to fuck non-stop for hours. Only after that, when he's fully recovered, will it be your turn." Susan let her own words sink into her brain and noticed that the mere thought of such prolonged fucking had given herself a mini-climax. Her inner thighs were soaked.

"Okay, Mom! Rock on! So you're saying Alan can only fuck me if he's fully recovered." Katherine prodded teasingly, "Now that that's clear, where's my welcome home kiss?"

"You just had your welcome home kiss," Susan pointed out.

"No, that was my 'congratulations on the good news' kiss, Mom. I need another." She grinned. "This can be our' congratulations on the fact that Big Brother's gonna fuck us both' kiss."

Susan faked a sigh, and the two of them went at it with much playful tonguing deep in their mouths. Again, their bountiful tits repeatedly and pleasantly crashed into each other.

Katherine reached down and ran her hands all over her mother's extremely wet thighs. She slapped her now juicy hands over Susan's ass and grabbed the ass cheeks tight while her tongue sought out her mother's tonsils.

A cough alerted them to stop. They found Akami standing above them, once again fully dressed. She said, "Sorry to interrupt, but it looks like that could go on a long time. And as fun as it is to watch, unfortunately I have to get going. I have dinner with Dr. Fredrickson, of all people."

Katherine and Susan stood up.

Katherine commented, "That's too bad. We never had a chance to get properly introduced, if you know what I mean. But we have a friendly kiss policy around here. Let me give you a Plummer family send off."

Akami found herself kissing and groping the endlessly horny and still very naked daughter. Then she did the same to an equally horny and naked mother. But the kissing sessions were frustratingly brief and she didn't explore their exposed flesh nearly as much as she would have liked. The clock told her that she was running very late to her dinner date.

As Akami walked to the front door, trailed by the two shamelessly nude Plummer women, she leaned into Katherine's ear and whispered, "I look forward to getting to know you better. Much better. I think we need to schedule a full body examination at the office. What do you think?"

Katherine whispered back, "Definitely!"

Then, more formally and in a normal voice, Akami said to Susan, "And I'll be seeing you on Monday."

"You will?" Susan replied, surprised.

"Yes. Didn't Suzanne tell you? She called me earlier today and scheduled an appointment for you. I assumed you'd asked her to do it. Didn't you?"

"No, but if Suzanne says I should go in then I will. She knows me better than I do myself. I'll see you on Monday then."

Akami turned to go, and then turned back. "Oh yes. One last thing. When Alan wakes up, ask him how he rated that fuck. On the penis grinding scale, of course."

As Akami walked down the path leading from the Plummer's front door, she thought to herself, What have I just done? What am I doing? I should have told Suzanne or Susan no, Susan shouldn't come in for an appointment on Monday. But I went one worse and invited Katherine in for an appointment too!

Dr. Fredrickson is going to watch them all on video for his own filthy purposes. What a letch. I have to do something about it, or I'm not a real friend to this very nice family. But what can I do? The doctor has me in a bind. Not only could he fire me, but he could put me in prison for the unprofessional things I've done with Alan.

And that was pretty bizarre with Alan back there. I WAS a bit out of control. I mean, yeah, I knew that I was going to have sex with him somehow before I left the house, but it wasn't supposed to be like that, in front of Susan and everything. The way I was carrying on, with the whole "fuck god" thing - talk about over the top. But the way he fucked felt so amazingly good. And it felt even better to cry out that kind of stuff.

Even the "white man rape my helpless Japanese ass" stuff was a hoot. I could have never been so free with my thoughts with Dr. Fredrickson. It was like I was free to just let my Freudian id run wild, despite Susan being there. In fact, she totally encouraged me to be like that, the way she vocalizes her own over the top fantasies too.

God, I think I'm falling for this kid, and he hasn't even called me once all week. No wonder, with a mother and sister shaped the way they are. Not to mention his neighbor Suzanne. He's probably fucking a whole bunch of perfect ten women. I don't stand a chance with my medium-sized tits and more normally-shaped body.

I should just enjoy the good fucks with the Plummers whenever they come along, and stick with Dr. Fredrickson for the long term. The doctor may not be as good a lover, but he's dependable daily sex and I don't really have any serious competition with him. Including his wife. But he's such a fucking letch with this videotaping crap, and he IS fucking married. Crap.

She sighed heavily and got into her car.

CHAPTER 5

At the very same time Akami drove away from the Plummer house, Suzanne was also in a car, driving around aimlessly just a couple of miles away. Her head was so full of worry that she finally pulled over by the side of the road in the middle of a suburban neighborhood and just sat behind the steering wheel.

She sat with her eyes wide open, staring at nothing. Then she closed them fiercely and pounded her head on the steering wheel several times. Suzanne, what have you DONE, you crazy fool! You call this scheming? This is desperation.

She sighed, and then tried to pull her thoughts together. Okay. So I've just slashed the tires of some scoutmaster's car. And why? So I could get my chance to have sex with Alan this weekend. True, I did leave eight hundred dollars, which is more than enough to cover the expenses and hopefully the inconvenience for him, but still; I've crossed some kind of line here. My schemes used to be so elegant. I prided myself in never hurting anyone who didn't deserve it, and this scoutmaster guy certainly didn't deserve it.

Why? WHY?! Why couldn't I just wait a few more days? I could have been thrown in prison. Is it really that important that I fuck him now?

The thing is, it is. It's not only that I'm about to burst from holding off all this time. I just have to settle my position in Alan's heart before Susan permanently lodges herself there and locks me out.

It's sooo ironic that I'm going to these extremes to prevent Susan from having sex with Alan before me, when just a couple of days ago I was crazily scheming to get her to have sex with him immediately. I must really be losing it to work against my own schemes like this.

Her mind flashed back to a conversation with Xania just one day earlier that she now deeply regretted. Suzanne was in Xania's new "office." In fact, the two of them were sweating as they carried heavy furniture into the office space she'd just rented solely for the meeting Xania would have with the Plummers the next day. A few days later she would have to go back up and return all the furniture they'd rented and the very short-term lease on the office would expire. It was a lot of work and money to fake one meeting.

Suzanne plopped herself down on the couch they'd just moved in. She was sweaty and exhausted. "That's the last of it, Xania. Thanks a lot for all your hard work."

Xania answered, "Anything for an old friend. Actually, I really look forward to it. This is like a big adventure."

"Believe me, you'll enjoy it. Especially what you're going to do with Alan. But remember, that's a side issue. The main reason for all of this is Susan. She's your main goal."

Xania plopped down on the sofa next to Suzanne and made herself comfortable. She could feel another lecture coming on. Suzanne had talked practically nonstop all day and the day before as they made all their arrangements. By now, Xania felt she knew Susan and her two children inside and out, but Suzanne constantly repeated herself because she wanted everything to go perfectly.

"Let's review," Suzanne said as she wiped the sweat off of her forehead. "The most important thing is..." Her voice dropped away so Xania could complete the sentence.

"To get Susan to want to fuck her children," Xania dutifully replied. But she went on, "I know. But, if I may ask, why is that such a big deal? Why not just let whatever happens happen? I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but aren't you violating her trust with this whole office scheme?"

Suzanne laughed, a little bit bitterly. "Thanks for bringing this up now, now that everything has been arranged. Look. This is what's best for everyone. I'm not being selfish here. This is what Susan wants and needs. She needs to fuck her son like she needs to breathe air. You should see how she is. She's so worked up about it that she doesn't know if she's coming or going. And I mean that literally! If you can help her come to peace with this inevitable decision, it'll help her so much. And Alan will be loving life, and Katherine will be joining in and loving it. ... Everyone will be living in heaven on Earth if we can just break down her last reservations."

Xania asked, "But isn't the fact that she is even considering this incestuous act all your doing in the first place? Didn't you put that bug in her ear from the very beginning?"

"Yes, but like I said, it's all very necessary. The whole family has never been happier. She has never been happier."

"I thought you just said she doesn't know if she's coming or going."

"True, but that's just because she's so blissed out on pure happiness. Trust me. I'm her best friend. I'm thinking only of what benefits her, and what'll benefit her whole family. You should have seen how frigid and prudish she used to be. It was almost comical, especially given that I've been her best friend all this time. She's like a flower in bloom now. And yes, of course I'm going to benefit, big time. I'll be having sex with all of them and it'll be one non-stop orgy. But that just shows that good things come to those who help others."

Xania chuckled. "Just like you and me, eh? I'm doing a good deed, and you're going to make sure that I'm rewarded. And then, in turn, you're going to be rewarded for helping me."

"Yes. I'd fuck you right now, just like the old days. But it'll be all that much sweeter if it's a victory fuck to celebrate our successful conversion of Susan into the world of total sexual freedom. You'll love when I lick you, I'll love when you lick me - everyone benefits."

Xania leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around her college friend. "There's no reason why we can't fuck now AND fuck later. I'm game if you are." She kissed Suzanne on the lips.

Suzanne kissed back, but only briefly before pulling away. "Now, now, Xania. Hold on. As much as I enjoy that, good things come to those who wait. If there's anything I've learned in these past weeks, it's how a prize is all the sweeter if you wait for it. Not only that, but if you and I get started on each other, we won't get anything done. We would just fuck non-stop on every piece of furniture in here until we drop of exhaustion."

Xania rolled her eyes. "That's some kind of bad thing? I'll tell you, Suzanne. Responsibility. Who needs it?"

"We still have to arrange all the furniture and make this look like a genuine office. Details are key. We need knickknacks, and diplomas on the wall. Then I have to rush back in time for dinner. I do have responsibilities. They make things go."

Xania finally conceded the point and got serious again. "Let's get back to Susan. Something about this just doesn't sit right with me. Putting your words in my mouth and having me say, 'Trust Suzanne. She knows what's best for you.' I don't know. That's weird. It's not too late to change your mind. At least make the advice I'm going to give her more neutral."

Suzanne rationalized to herself, Xania is right, of course. It is immoral. But I've dug myself in a hole and this is the only way out. If I don't do this right, Susan will go and find a real psychologist and the shit'll hit the fan. This has to be a one time bending of my ethics, for a good cause.

Suzanne grabbed Xania and looked her in the eye. "Trust me. You know me. I haven't changed much over the years. My methods are strange, but have I ever hurt anyone with my schemes? No. Susan is a pure, good person and not all jaded and bitter like myself. I place her interests over my own because she has more trouble fending for herself. I would never, ever do anything to hurt her!"

"Okay, okay. You know I'll help. I told you I'm looking forward to it, and I am. I just want to be absolutely sure that you know what you're doing. I mean, incest. This is serious stuff you're gonna have Susan do, even if her kids are adopted. There's legal stuff to worry about, if anyone ever gets caught. Isn't there?"

"Don't worry. I've got it all figured out."

A truck in the distance honked its horn. Suzanne ended her reminiscence and snapped back to the present. She mused, I should have listened to Xania and canceled that fake appointment. I would have had Xania's tongue between my legs and Susan still waffling over what to do with Alan. And the way we rubbed our tits together - does that bring back good memories, or what! The two legendary tongues meet again! And aside from Susan, Xania's the only one I can really go toe to toe with in a tit smashing contest. Well, there's Brenda, but she would probably suffocate me on those enormous monsters. I guess there's only one way to find out, heh-heh!

Wait a second, Suzanne. Focus now. Don't let your libido make your decisions. That's your big problem lately. Think.

Am I just saying I should have acted differently because that's what would benefit me most, given my current worries that the relationship between mother and son is pushing me to the side? I have to forget my own interests and do what's best for Susan. But what is really best for her? This family needs me as the matriarch.

Susan has always been too much of a softy. It's a miracle her kids aren't more spoiled, and a good part of that is due to my mostly hidden hand in helping to raise them. Now that she has nothing but sex on the brain, she's lost all willpower to discipline them. While she and Katherine are going on about being sex slaves, someone needs to run things. That very incident yesterday with Xania shows that I can overcome severe temptation when discipline is needed.

It's imperative that I secure my spot as at least Susan's equal with Alan's heart and his penis. What I'm doing is RIGHT. Sabotaging the van was necessary because having sex with Alan before Susan does is necessary. It's for her own good. It's for the whole family's good. I'm being completely honest with myself here.

Or am I?

She lightly pounded her head against the steering wheel several times, and sighed heavily again, no more certain of where she stood on things now than an hour ago.

CHAPTER 6

Back at the Plummer house, Amy, Katherine, and Susan dressed and chatted while Alan still lay asleep on the living room floor. Amy had come to see Alan off on his hiking trip, but Susan explained how the trip had been canceled. She further stressed that Alan needed to have his space to recover for the duration of the weekend.

Alan finally woke up. Though he was still naked and his privates were drenched in drying cum, he sat down on the couch and casually joined in the conversation.

After some more casual discussion, Susan brought up what their plans for the evening should be. She said to him, "Tiger, I know you're tired and all, but given that you're home for the weekend, well, I hope you're not mad at me, but I looked up Christine's phone number and gave her a call."

Alan was more than a little surprised to hear that. "You did WHAT?!"

"I know, I should have asked you first, but I got to thinking about what happened this morning. Remember when Katherine brought up your upcoming date with Christine?"

He smiled fondly. "How could I forget? I was getting an incredible titfuck from her at the time."

"Yes, well, I've been thinking about that and I thought it would be good for you to seduce Christine sooner rather than later. So I suggested to her that you move up your date with her to later tonight and she liked that idea."

"MOM! Is everyone around here deaf or something? How many times do I have to explain that I have no plans to seduce her? But whether I do or not, I'm mighty irked that you would call her on my behalf. I'm not a baby anymore. Sheesh!"

"I know, I'm sorry. But I just got so excited and you were sleeping and plans needed to be made... The way she turned you down when you asked her out last month still bothers me. I kind of see this as a chance to undo that wrong. If you're really serious about not getting physically involved, at least you can get her all hopeful, and then leave her panting with desire in frustration."

"Mom, that's mean. That's not like you."

"I know, but she hurt you so bad. You were sadder than I've ever seen you for a whole week. She needs some payback. I don't like it when anyone hurts my babies." Susan's eyes took on a steely and determined look. She added with less resolve and more lust, "Plus, I've seen her huge milk bags every now and then. She's definitely Alan-worthy. Those tits need some serious taming!"

Alan looked around the room. Amy and Katherine were listening intently but staying silent so far. He said, "Mom, not only was that idea rude to me, but what about Amy and Sis? Sis apparently has jealousy issues with me being with Christine and you're just fanning the flames. And Amy, she's my brand new girlfriend for crying out loud, and you want me to go date someone else! It's crazy!"

Amy spoke up. "Hey, it's cool. I know I don't have a monopoly on you. This is good practice for me to get used to sharing. Besides, I know how wiped out you are today. Even if you wanted to seduce Christine there's no way you'd be up for any sexual fun anyways. I'll bet you just have a short dinner and go home to sleep. No biggie."

Alan sighed with exhaustion. "I sure am tired, you got that right." He looked at Amy, sitting topless in a nice black dress, and was filled with desire for her. He didn't even necessarily want to be with her sexually at the moment, given his tiredness, but he just wanted to spend time with her. She was like a ray of sunshine and a guaranteed inspiration to lift his spirits.

He said, "But Amy. I can't believe how amenable you are. We should be having some special time together."

In actuality, Amy was a bit miffed at Susan's plan for Alan's evening, mostly because she saw Christine as direct competition to her in the same way Katherine did. But Susan had talked her into agreeing before calling Christine and now Amy mentioned one of the main arguments Susan had brought up. "I know, but don't worry, you and I will be having some special time soon. Susan here was talking about making some special preparations for tomorrow night when you'll be back to full strength. Then we can have an unforgettable time. I'd rather be with you tomorrow night than tonight 'cos you look all super tired-y."

"Ah. Well, if you say so. That does sound good. And I am pretty damn 'super tired-y.' Christine's gonna be disappointed as I plant my face on my dinner plate and fall asleep in the middle of our date. But okay. Even though I'm not thrilled about being forced into this, I guess it's pretty much a done deal."

Alan left to shower and get ready a short time later.

Katherine remained silent for the most part, but she hadn't been aware that Susan had called Christine and now she was frantically thinking and strategizing in light of this new development. Bad. Bad, bad, bad. This is partly my fault for putting Christine on Mom's radar screen this morning. Now she's trying to hook them up when that's a totally crazy thing to do.

I can sense that Amy is not happy either, but she's too nice to do something about it. I've got to get between Alan and Christine somehow, but how? If they really do just have a non-romantic date, then fine. But if sparks start to fly then before you know it Alan'll have TWO amazing serious girlfriends and I'll just be an also-ran.

Sharing with Amy is one thing; Amy's so fun and easy-going and my best friend to boot. Not to mention that I know just what great fun she is in bed, thanks to all of our pussy shaving adventures together, and just about as willing and wanton a sex partner as you're ever going to find. But sharing with the prickly and competitive Ice Queen, a complete stranger? No thanks! I'm gonna have to stop the sparks if I have to physically stand between the two of them. ... Hmm. That's not a bad idea...

CHAPTER 7

Alan picked up Christine in front of her house, just as he did in their two previous dates. And also like before, the two of them dressed to the nines so they could go out to one of the town's finest restaurants. Alan wore a dark brown three-piece suit and was allowed to drive the family's "nice car."

Christine seemed intent on outdoing her previous outfits. She had spent a long time shopping with her mother several days in advance to get just the right outfit for the occasion. All of the shopping had built up her anticipation of this event. She'd wanted something that looked stylish and high class yet would still force Alan to take notice of her body. She finally decided upon a dramatic dark red evening gown. It had only one shoulder strap and a high cut up one leg, exposing flesh practically up to her muscular ass. Furthermore, she wore very high heels and tastefully applied make-up.

Alan was completely blown away. He actually contemplated not getting out of the car to greet her because he was afraid that there would be no way to hide his suddenly raging erection. Realizing that would be rude, he was forced to walk around the car and open the door for her but he wasn't entirely successful in hiding his arousal.

"Wow. That's all I can say. Wow." His eyes were practically bugging out. "If people at school saw you dressed like that, well, I don't know what. There would be a lot of mayhem and gnashing of teeth."

Christine laughed with delight. "'Mayhem and gnashing of teeth.' I don't know what that means exactly, but I like it. And you're not looking too bad yourself, mister. With that outfit, you might get the job of the new James Bond."

She thought about her outfit. This had damn well better work. On a rational level I know there will be other women at the restaurant showing as much skin or more than I am, but I can't help but feel like a complete hussy dressed like this! If Alan doesn't get the hint this time, what can I do? Go naked next time? Maybe this'll be the night for a breakthrough between us!

As she was eyeing him she spied the large bulge threatening the fabric of his slacks. Oooh! Looks like there's a little fellow here saying 'wow" as well. Looks like all that shopping paid off. It's kind of exciting to feel exposed and know that I made him get aroused like that.

She discreetly took a second glance and then started to feel her insecurities take hold of her again. Okay, maybe not so little. I always have a plan carefully thought out in advance, but what's my plan here? What would I do with all of that if I actually succeed in seducing him? They got in the car and made it to the restaurant. It was a fine French restaurant called the Petite Auberge.

Alan was amazed because he was so aroused. Christine definitely does something to me. Just an hour ago I was lazing around the house with Amy, Sis, and Mom. All three of them were in various states of undress, doing their best to get me going, but nothing. Nada. Alan Junior was dead as a doornail, and that's saying a lot since all three of them are like runway models. But one look at Christine in that evening gown and - schwing!

Not only that, but I was so tired I could hardly drive over here but now my heart is pounding and I'm so jumpy that I feel like I just drank a whole pitcher of coffee. I'm all nervous 'cos it seems like she must want something to happen. For Christine to dress like that, that's a huuuuge signal. But what does she want from me exactly? She knows Amy is my girlfriend now.

As soon as they sat down, Alan launched into some comments designed to dissuade Christine from getting the wrong idea, but doing it in a subtle way. "Christine, this looks like it's gonna be another great evening. You know what I like best about our dates?"

"What?"

"Well, aside from the fact that I get to eat in the nicest restaurant in town with the most beautiful woman in town" - he couldn't resist giving the compliment, especially since it was heartfelt - "I like how the pressure is off. That means no worries and nothing but fun. If this was a real date I'd be so nervous and tense. But when I'm with you I can be 100 percent certain that nothing romantic could even be seriously imagined since we put all that behind us."

"Yes," Christine said tersely, obviously upset to hear that he was closing off any romantic options. She'd grown increasingly determined to win him, or at least be with him in some way, since he now had Amy. But she just played along. "Me too. I think I'd be even more nervous than you, at least since you've turned into such a Don Juan."

"Who, me?"

Christine practically growled, "Don't play coy with me. You know I'm a straight shooter. I've heard all the rumors and stories at school. I heard straight from your new girlfriend that she doesn't mind when you sleep with other women. I have a hard time putting this new you together with the old Alan that I'm so fond of."

Alan, still determined to make his non-romantic intentions clear, thought, This could be a chance to scare her from romantic aspirations for good. I'll just play up the whole harem thing. If that doesn't get Christine into a snit, nothing will. She may even go into one of her high horse lectures about the whole inequality and hypocrisy aspect, and not without reason since there is a lot of unfairness when you look at things objectively.

He said, "Yeah, well, it's still the same old me, just doing some new stuff. I don't know what happened, a whole lot of luck has a big part to do with it I'm sure, but somehow I've found all kinds of success with the opposite sex. I mean, having an amazing and beautiful girlfriend like Amy who doesn't mind me being with other women and even encourages it? How often does that happen? Every day I keep pinching myself, thinking I'm going to wake up from a dream."

"So it's true then. All the rumors are true?"

"Well, I don't know about that. I haven't heard all the rumors and some of them are pretty crazy, I'm sure. But I do have a pretty amazing sex life all of a sudden, I must admit."

Christine said in a joking manner, "Get this. I heard one story that you had sex in the teacher's parking lot in the middle of class, completely naked, right there out in the open, on the hood of a car no less, with some random busty blonde!"

Alan chuckled, trying to laugh along with Christine. "Heh-heh. Yeah. Crazy stories going around." Of course he'd really done that with Heather, but felt it would be wise not to mention that fact. However, he did privately amuse himself imagining the array of shocked and angry expressions that would cross Christine's face if he actually said that, since she hated Heather so much.

Christine was suddenly much more serious. She felt very uncomfortable talking about sex with anyone, much less Alan, but she forced herself to in order to clarify things. "So... Who are you, uh, seeing, besides Amy?"

Alan was pleasantly surprised. "Is that all you're going to ask? I thought for sure you'd rip me a new asshole about the shocking immorality of my new sex life."

Christine laughed a touch too cheerfully and replied, "I would. It IS grossly unfair, for starters. But I promised Amy I wouldn't give you a hard time about it. Besides, I love good gossip and I want to know the dirt more than I want to lecture."

"I can't kiss and tell, sorry."

Christine groaned in frustration. "Argh! You can do better than that. Come on. Give me a hint or two, at least."

Alan thought carefully while fiddling with his cutlery, and then lied, "It's true that I've been having sex with a variety of beautiful girls. It's kind of a mixed bag, though. The only girls interested in me when I already have a girlfriend are those who either have no self-respect or are big sluts, or both. You know the types."

He lied because he hoped to put Christine in a bind so she wouldn't be able to position herself as a prospective casual sex partner after he'd just knocked those kinds of women.

Christine cut in, "The Heathers of the world, in other words. She seems to fit the bill exactly. I've heard a lot of rumors of you and her. Any truth in those?"

Alan poked at his napkin for some time. But when he looked up he saw her trademark implacable intense stare and knew she wasn't about to back down. He sighed and nonetheless did his best to divert the conversation. "I'm really not at liberty to say one way or another about her or anyone else. But I know you're in the know about what she's really like, and that's the kind of girl I'm talking about. You're so much better than those types. To be honest, I really admire your standards and moral positions. For instance, the way you tore into Sheila to her face the other day about how she's ruining her reputation."

Sheila was one of their mutual classmates. Neither Alan nor Christine knew her very well, but that didn't stop Christine from speaking her mind about her, in front of witnesses.

Christine responded aggressively. "Alan, I'm surprised at you. I thought you're a better man than to have double standards like that. Why is it that you apparently can sleep all over town but if a girl does it she's a slut?"

"Hey, you were the one laying into Sheila."

Christine seemed a bit flustered, but replied, "I wasn't knocking that she has sex; because if she does, that's her business. I was criticizing her for being so indiscreet about it. Unfortunately, society does have this double standard where most guys can and do brag about all their conquests, but if us girls don't protect our reputations we get all kinds of grief. That's another reason I warned Amy about your arrangement with her. She's a nice girl with a reputation worth protecting."

Alan held up a hand and said, "Wait, you said you'd promised to go easy on me about that. And you should know I'm not the type to brag. You're the one who brought it up."

Christine laughed. "I guess I can't help myself sometimes. The truth is, I promised not to go overboard. But I still hold the right to speak my mind about what I see as a gross injustice."

Despite her criticism, Alan thought, Huh. By Christine standards, she's letting me off pretty easy. She's even joking a little bit instead of attacking me with that laser-intense killer stare she has. I guess she's not THAT upset about things, which is strange.

I wonder if she'd loosen up enough about it so I could eventually ask her if she was open to playing around a little bit? What would be so wrong with that? Come to think of it, why AM I so resistant to having sex with this complete knockout who's super intelligent to boot?

I have to remember that I'm holding back not for my sake but mainly for her sake. God knows I'd love to jump her bones this very minute. Just staring at all that glorious sweater meat in front of me straining against the fabric, practically begging to be set free from confinement - damn!

Calm down, boy. She's too good to be treated like a fuck toy. It would be like getting a Rhodes scholar addicted to crack. It's just wrong, and a waste. Christine is too fine and amazing a girl just to be one of my crowd. Okay, my harem, if I can really call it that. If she's gonna be pining after me, then she won't be able to open her heart for the real "Mr. Right" who might come along.

Not only that, but if she were to find out about everyone I'm having sex with, she'd probably call me some pretty choice names and then lop my head off altogether. That's not even much of an exaggeration - she scares me sometimes! And some of us have loose lips, especially Mom who seems to be in some kind of sexual fog half the time these days and isn't that aware of what she's saying or doing.

Or what if Christine simply got close enough to feel like she could drop by my house unannounced? What a disaster that would be! All she would have to do is step inside and the overwhelming smell of pussy would probably give everything away, especially with her ability to piece bits of evidence together. And forget it if she starts talking to Mom! I could just see Mom making small talk: "I'm so proud of my Tiger. He's such a well-hung, cum-filled boy. Has he tamed your pussy yet?" Ugh!

So if she gets too close to everyone then I'm ultimately doomed. I don't know what Christine would really do if she found out, but the disparaging and disappointing looks she'd give me would be devastating. It would be as bad as Glory finding out. I have to protect my harem above all else, even if it means missing out on things sometimes.

With new resolve, he increased his efforts to make clear once and for all that any kind of physical relationship between them was out of the question. "That's true, there is an inequality. But you should know that I'm not completely free to play around with just anyone. I do consider Amy's feelings, you know. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. To give you just one example, she would be upset if I got involved with you because obviously you wouldn't be just a mindless fling, given the strong feelings I used to have for you in, you know, that way."

Christine thought out loud. "So she'd see me as a threat. That I'd replace her as your girlfriend."

"Something like that. Luckily, it's all a moot point since we don't feel that way for each other. That's why she trusts me to go on these dates with you. That's also why I can feel completely at ease with you, because with you and you alone I could never do anything even if I wanted to, since I wouldn't betray Amy, and I won't betray her trust in me."

He thought to himself, That's not exactly true, but it's close enough for horseshoes. Amy did seem displeased at me for going on this date, despite her trying to put on a good face. If this is what it takes to firmly move my relationship with Christine into a safe zone, then so be it. I'll just have to get the story straight with Amy later.

"I see," Christine said while she thought intently. Curses! He's really slamming the door shut. What am I supposed to do about that? I can't betray Amy since she's such a nice girl, even if I had it in me to do something like that, which I don't. Then there's the promise to not interfere with their relationship that I made to her, too. I have to live up to my own moral code, not to mention I'm hopelessly at sea at this seduction thing. Damn. It just seems so right that Alan be the one to introduce me to the pleasures of intimacy, I'm so frustrated that doesn't seem to be happening.

But maybe there is a loophole. What if I got Amy's permission for him to have a second girlfriend? It would be a bitter pill for me to swallow, but if Amy agrees, how can he say no to that? Amy is pretty amenable and I can be clever. I'll bet I can work out some kind of arrangement with her, once I get a chance to talk with her. There still is SOME hope then.

In the meanwhile, I need to try this whole flirting thing just for the experience. And who knows, maybe I get Alan to see me in more of a sexual light. But I don't have a clue how to flirt except for dressing scandalously. Maybe I can use that to my advantage, though...

The conversation turned to safer topics for a while. But some time later, Christine redirected it back to flirting, hoping to use her inexperience as an excuse to practice flirting with Alan. During a lull in the conversation she said to him, "Since we're so safely platonic with each other, I have a big favor to ask you."

"What's that?"

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I won't beat around the bush. I'm hopelessly out to sea when it comes to flirting. Can you teach me how to flirt?"

Alan was surprised. Christine and flirting? Those are two words that do NOT go together. But on the other hand I never would have imagined seeing her dress like this, so maybe anything is possible. He replied, "I dunno, the last date we were on you said some pretty flirty things. I was pleasantly surprised."

"God, this is even more embarrassing. The truth is, I had some lines I'd thought out in advance. Even some things I said earlier tonight, like saying you could be the new James Bond, were already in my mind before you showed up. I knew you'd look sharp so I was thinking what I could say. Isn't that dumb? Ugh! But I don't know how to be truly spontaneous. I just feel so awkward all the time. I'm hopeless!"

Alan fidgeted nervously. "Ah. Well, first of all, I'm no big expert. But I've learned a couple of things these last couple of months so I'd be glad to share what little I know. Having some thoughts already in your head is no sin, for one thing. To create a sexy, flirtatious situation, sometimes it helps to force the issue. Like maybe you have a good line in your head and you find a way to bring the conversation around so you can use it."

"Can you give me an example?"

"Well, a great way to flirt is with word play. I'm sure you've seen it in the movies and whatnot. You're so smart that I'm sure you'll pick up on it in no time. For instance, pick some common expression or idiom. Go ahead and pick something."

"Okay. Knock on wood."

"That works. So you have to think: how can I make something sexual out of that? Since 'wood' is also slang for an erection, there are lots of possibilities. For instance, if you told me, 'knock on wood,' I might joke that I'm not going to let you tap on my crotch." He paused, and then added, "You can do a lot of things to my crotch, but I'd rather knocking or tapping on it isn't one of your first choices." He winked.

She blushed slightly as she thought about that suggestion. "Huh. I get the idea, and I've seen enough examples from others flirting, but the problem is I tend to overanalyze things and think too much. And I'm shy about this stuff. Sometimes I have a real naughty and funny thought in response to something, but I'd never share it, even with a close friend. It would ruin my reputation, for starters."

Alan said, "Well, that's what these practice dates are for, to try things out and not worry about reputations or consequences."

He didn't realize it, but there was one problem with him teaching her about flirting - he didn't really understand it himself. In recent weeks, his life had turned so sexual that "subtle" wasn't exactly in his sexual vocabulary. What he considered subtle flirting would be outrageous innuendo to almost everyone else.

Christine also was so inexperienced that she had no idea when a come on would be seen as too overt. However, she was determined to do whatever it took to begin to overcome her Ice Queen reputation. Hopefully, she could lay the groundwork to somehow snag Alan as her boyfriend someday in the process.

"And that's what this is for." He lifted up a half-full glass of wine in front of him. Alan had used a fake ID to order some wine but Christine didn't have a glass. "Drink some more. It definitely loosens the tongue."

She looked at him with worry. "What if we get caught?"

"You can just say you don't have any ID on you. What's the worst they could do, throw us out? Come on. Live a little."

Christine thought, and concluded, He's right. I need to live a little. She leaned forward and said in a husky voice, "Alan, are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?"

Alan's eyes went wide. "Whoa! Sexy! See? That's big time flirting."

"You mean that got a rise out of you? Wait! That phrase has potential, getting a rise. I know I got a rise out of you, but did I really get a rise out of you, if you know what I mean? Stand up and show me the evidence!" She giggled. However, a part of her was shocked at her own words. I can't BELIEVE I said that! What's happening to me? I feel kind of slutty for saying that but I like it!

Alan laughed. "Good. You're such a smart person; you'll be a natural once you put your head to it."

"Perhaps. But I'd rather put YOUR head up to it, if you know what I mean." She giggled again. Her arousal was growing. Her thighs tingled as she rubbed them together. This is NOT me! Or is it? Why does just saying a few words make me so horny all of a sudden? They're only words, right? It's not like Alan is really going to take his penis and put it... Oh God! Seeing the glass of wine Alan was offering to share placed in front of her, she picked it up and took a big sip.

Alan thought, Uh-oh. Instant boner. Her voice turned so sexy there's no doubt about THAT double meaning. Now all I can imagine is throwing that gown off and lining my "head" up with her hot and juicy pussy lips. Shit! Now I can't get that image out of my head. Actually, I wouldn't mind putting my big head there either and smelling and tasting her down there, teasing her clit with my tongue until she cried out like a desperate, rutting animal. Oh man. Down, Alan Junior, down! This is not good.

He said to her, "Uh-oh. I think I've created a monster. I have a feeling you're not just going to best me in flirting, I'm gonna get totally creamed."

Christine's eyes lit up. "Oh! That's an easy one. I'm hoping that before the night is over, I'm the one who's going to get totally creamed. How's that?" She added in a voice absolutely dripping with sex, "Will you please cream me?"

Alan groaned inwardly again. "Good. Almost too good. You're too arousing already."

She clapped her hands together. "Oh goody! Of course, I never would say anything like that in 'real life.' I doubt even Heather would be that bold with her words. But here, we can do whatever we want."

Alan nodded. "True. But there is one real life effect to all this practicing. My body seems to be practicing getting aroused."

She grinned. "Ah. So you're raising the ante, eh? Two can play that game. I'll bet you're just saying that. Stand up so I can see the proof! I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She laughed some more and took another gulp of wine.

She thought, I can't believe I'm acting like this. It's like I'm looking down on a different me. But I do feel at ease. Well, kind of. I feel so nervous at the same time, too. I think Alan is the only boy I could say things like this to. Actually, I know that's the case. What is he doing to me? I've never been this horny in my life!

Alan laughed along, but thought, Definite uh-oh. If she gets into a flirting groove, this is going to be a very long evening. Long and hard. And painfully throbbing. She's sexy enough when she just stands there acting like a pure intellectual but if she starts acting all sexy like Suzanne? The mind boggles. Ay-ya-ye!

Christine, though, couldn't help but rub her thighs together some more. Is that what I think it is? I'm getting all squishy down there. How gross. But if feels so good to rub, and Alan can't see what I'm doing...

CHAPTER 8

As the evening wore on, Alan and Christine ate their meals and drank a lot of wine. While Christine couldn't order alcohol, Alan ordered enough wine in his name for the both of them and no employees even seemed to notice. Trying to hide Christine's drinking only made the evening even more naughty and fun.

All the while, their conversation grew looser and more salacious. Christine took to flirting like a duck to water. She had the ideal situation to let go of her inhibitions, especially since this was the first time she'd ever gotten tipsy. The alcohol silenced her small internal critical voice and introduced a brassy exuberant new one shouting "Go for it!"

Alan's erection just seemed to get harder and harder as the evening went on, with no let up. But things got even worse when Christine asked for help with physical flirting in addition to verbal flirting. She practiced licking her lips, leaning forward to put her breasts on better display, slowly eating her food in a salaciously sexual manner, and so on.

What made the situation strange was that oftentimes Alan would give her a flirty suggestion and then she'd act it out. For instance, he would encourage her to put her fingers on or in her lips in a sexy way and then he'd get to watch her try out some moves. The more she drank, the more natural and arousing her moves were. Supposedly, it was all part of her flirtation practice.

After a while, she even made excuses to stand up so she could flirt with her whole body and especially show off her long legs, one of her best assets. When she did, not only did Alan gawk, but so did just about everyone else in the restaurant. Her overall appearance could only be described as stunning. Normally she tried to hide her blonde bombshell looks, but tonight she was eager to flaunt herself.

However, she was well aware that Alan was a "tit man" since he'd been gawking at her chest for nearly two years now. She told him things like, "It's strange. This gown is cut so low on one side that there was no way I could wear a bra. I'm not used to the feeling. I feel so naked I might as well go all the way and just BE naked. All I'd have to do is let this one shoulder strap slide down..." She even put her hand on the strap before she burst into giggles, pretending her tease was just a big joke.

But what really caused Alan's penis to turn harder than diamond was when Christine said during a break, "This is sooo much fun." Then she leaned forward and whispered. "I'm soooo wet, too. It's a good thing I didn't wear panties 'cos they'd be ruined by now. Oh, and I'm not wearing a bra, either." Then she sat back and winked.

Alan wasn't sure if that was more practice flirting or if it was really true. (In fact, she was wet and bra-less, but she still had her panties on.) Regardless, the mere fact that someone so obviously sexually repressed as Christine would say that in such an easy going way, in a public place no less, was terribly arousing. Alan began to long for the meal to come to an end just so he could rush home and get some relief.

He said, "You've mentioned about being bra-less enough times already. Not that I'm complaining, mind you! But if you suggest pulling your gown down one more time, I think I'm going to die of frustration."

She clapped her hands. "So, looks like my flirting is working?"

"Oh, it's working all right." Alan was so aroused, he was nearly miserable.

But Christine didn't stop. "Are you really SURE I'm not wearing a bra? I could be wearing a strapless one, you know." She sat back, winked and wiggled her rack, then added, "Perhaps you should check. ... Or maybe I should." She brought a hand up to her chest and cupped her breast in a very inviting and sexual manner. All the while, as she had been doing on and off for some time now, she rubbed her thighs together to further enflame her own lust.

Alan wanted to break into tears, he wanted to touch those boobs so badly. He was trying to think of a good verbal comeback but was so overwhelmed with lust that he was having a hard time thinking. Then he got a call on his cell phone. This was a surprise since he didn't even own a cell phone or realize that he had one in his pocket.

Hearing the ringing, Christine asked, "What's that you have in your pocket?"

Her voice was so sexy that she didn't need to say more. It was like she was staring at the outline of his long erection as she said it.

Alan pulled the phone out, fumbled with the buttons, and then brought it to his ear.

"Hi, Big Brother!" Katherine said into the phone. Before her brother could respond, she added, "There's a bit of a family emergency. Please find a private place to talk and don't tell your date who's calling, okay? This is going to take a good while to sort out."

Alan was a bit shocked and in fact was still catching up to the fact that he even had a phone to answer. He said "Okay" into his phone, then looked at Christine and said to her, "Uh, looks like some kind of emergency. If you don't mind, I need to go somewhere quiet to take this."

Having Alan talk about an emergency snapped her out of her sexual fog somewhat. She said, "No problem. Take your time."

Alan asked, "You sure? This might take some time. I'm guessing at least fifteen minutes."

"Uhhh - I think I had too much wine. The effect can really sneak up on you. This is a good opportunity to clear my head. So go ahead and take your time."

Christine thought, So this is what it's like to be tipsy. It really CAN sneak up on you. Oh my God, what have I been saying to Alan? I've been just as naughty as he has with my filthy mouth. Did I really just invite him to fondle my boobs?! Just about! This is craziness!

Alan walked about twenty feet away from their dining table to a secluded and quiet part of the restaurant with large bay windows giving a wide view of the ocean. As soon as he was situated, he said into the phone, "Okay, Sis. No one can hear me. So what's going on?"

"Like I said, an important emergency. Mom sent me! Don't worry, no one is dying or anything like that, but I'm afraid that I can only tell you what's going on in person. It's that serious."

"What the heck? This is bizarre. For one thing, how am I even taking this call? Did someone slip Mom's cell phone into my pocket? If so, why?!"

"Yep. We did. You see, while you were taking a nap the rest of us were already discussing the possibility of this emergency arising and we wanted to be able to contact you if it did happen tonight."

"What on Earth are you going on about? Does it have something to do with father? I'll bet it does. Did he come back unexpectedly? But if he did, why couldn't you tell me over the phone. I'm confused. Get over here right away."

Katherine giggled. "Don't worry. I'm on top of that. In fact, don't make a big deal out of it and definitely don't tell your date, but I'm already here. Look across the restaurant towards the entrance. That's me talking into a phone."

Alan looked around and found his sister. He could barely see her on the opposite end of a very busy and large restaurant, but she was there. He never would have noticed her if he hadn't been tipped off. He did see just enough of her to recognize the top she was wearing and it was a fancy item she only wore on special occasions.

He said into the phone, "You've really got me confused now. I don't know what this emergency is, but I'll bet it's some kind of trick or something. For one thing, you're dressed up far too nice for an emergency."

I swear," she said, "there really is an emergency. But we should be able to sort it out quickly. Tell your date that something's come up and you'll be back in about fifteen minutes."

So Alan told Christine that he needed to take a fifteen minute break to deal with an emergency and went to go find his sister.

When he got to the front of the restaurant he discovered that Katherine had retreated closer to the front door, making it visually impossible for Christine to see who Alan was meeting if she'd thought to watch him leave.

Alan walked up to his sister in a huff. "This had better be good."

She giggled again. Even though she'd seen him off when he left for his date, she pretended to be surprised to see him in a three piece suit. She looked at him with approval and more than a little hunger. "Ooh! Who's this sharp dressed man?"

Alan just growled impatiently.

He didn't realize it, but she was standing in front of the men's room. She'd put a "Do not enter - temporarily out of order" sign on the door about five minutes earlier and had waited to make sure the bathroom had emptied out before calling. She said, "Oh, don't worry. It'll be good. Very good. But not here. This requires the utmost secrecy."

She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the men's room. She left the sign on the door.

Alan was so eager to get to the bottom of the mystery that he let her pull him in and even let her drag him to the farthest toilet stall. When she closed the stall door, Alan impatiently whispered, "Okay, what the hell is so important and secret that you interrupt my date and drag me here..."

His voice trailed off because he watched in amazement as Katherine unbuttoned her white blouse. As her breasts bounced into view he looked around and realized he was trapped. She was standing between him and the stall door, and these particular bathroom stalls happened to go all but six inches to the ground so there was no space for him to crawl out if he wanted to.

Seeing that he'd fallen into a trap, he attempted to slip past her before her womanly charms and enthusiasm caused him to lose all control. They struggled a bit as he tried to reach the stall door, but it was too late for him because he was too worked up, not to mention tipsy. He wound up with his hands on her breasts. Once that happened, it was like they were magnets and his hands couldn't pull away.

Katherine giggled with pure delight as she enjoyed his roaming hands. She said in an obviously factitious and not very loud voice, "Help! I'm being mauled by some kind of horny elderly businessman!"

Alan, giving in to the inevitable, laughed at that. "Elderly? If that's the case I'll have you know I've taken plenty of Viagra."

Katherine just mmmm'ed contentedly as she let him play with her rack. Then she felt his erection pressing up against her ass and said, "Oh yeah, I believe it 'cos I can feel it. Is that a monster pussy pounder in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled some more.

He said, "Both. I have to admit I'm happy to see you even though you tricked me. For one thing, you're just too sexy to resist. I love the way your outfit looks on you, but I love the way it feels on you even more." Katherine was wearing a white blouse with a black lacy bra underneath. She also wore black stockings and garters and a dark red miniskirt. The miniskirt was nearly the exact same color as Christine's gown, a coincidence Alan liked a lot. His hands had wandered down to her stockings and leather skirt, which was why he said he loved the way her outfit felt so much.

She turned around so they could be face to face, and then she reached for his zipper. "Finally! It's time to deal with your emergency. I was watching you and Christine from across the restaurant. Even from more than 100 feet away I could see the way you two have been flirting with each other. She's always got one of her hands on yours or vice versa. You're like two little lovebirds, you know that? You're both aroused, big time."

"So what if we are?" he grumped, irritated at the reminder that she'd interrupted his date. But he let her fish out his pulsing and extremely insistent erection.

She added, "I have to admit, it made me all hot. She was practically molesting her breasts right as I called. Christine the Ice Queen, no less! Looks like Alan the super stud strikes again. Big breasted bombshells the world over, beware! Because the bigger they are, the harder he pounds. Or something like that." She giggled some more.

"It's not like that," he feebly protested.

Katherine dropped to her knees and held his hard-on with both hands. "Ah. Here we are. The emergency." She began to stroke. "Haven't you heard anything Mom's been telling you lately? You're a terribly cum-filled boy, as she keeps saying. And when you get blue balls it's only slightly less bad than another Chernobyl, in her eyes. Did you think we'd let you suffer with all that sperm back up for your whole torturously flirty, yet still totally platonic date?" She said the word "platonic" with disbelieving sarcasm. "That would be cruel! I've been sent here to help." She giggled some more as she poked light fun at how carried away Susan could get about Alan's orgasm needs.

The only person who had sent Katherine though was herself. She was suspicious about these "non-romantic dates" Alan and Christine had been having, and since she considered Christine a serious rival threatening her own position with Alan, she wanted to see things for herself. Watching them flirt with each other, even from across the room, had confirmed her worst fears. She felt forced to follow through on a contingency plan that would prevent the date from going too far.

Alan's slight drunkenness made him slow on the uptake. Further, he was suffering from very painful blue balls. So while he'd enjoyed the fondling, only now did he realize where their playing was going to lead. Thinking of the risk, he said, "We shouldn't do this..."

Katherine just laughed and dismissed his feeble resistance. "Oh, please," she said mockingly as she scraped her fingernails along his balls in a not at all unpleasant manner. "You know you want it."

He couldn't deny that, but nonetheless he protested, "You've got to be kidding me. You get me all worked up with worries and interrupt my date just so you can give me a handjob?!"

She giggled, pleasantly surprised at how well her scheme was working so far. "No, I did all that so I could give you a blowjob. For starters." With that, she brought her face to her brother's crotch and began licking.

But to Alan's simultaneous pleasure and frustration, she went for his testicles instead of his erection. She buried her nose in his balls and slathered all around with her tongue. She popped his balls into her mouth one at a time and sucked on them with a passion.

Alan loved it, but he felt that now wasn't the time. He needed to blow. He grabbed her head with both hands and redirected her tongue to his raging erection.

She got the message and immediately began sucking and licking. At the same time, she kept a hand cupped under his churning balls. She held them softly, massaging them gently, even as she attacked his dick with her lips like an out-of-control vacuum cleaner.

Alan was so overcome that all he could do was hold her head with both hands and assist moving her back and forth over his shaft. He thought, I can't believe I'm going along with this! This is almost as bad as when Heather made me fuck her in the parking lot. True, this stall is pretty secure, but what if Christine finds out where I've been? My life will be ruined!

The cocksucking made him think of his mother, since she'd been doing that to him so much lately. He mumbled, "Did Susan really send you to do this?"

Katherine mumbled as she sucked, "Im a maanna ashpeegeeg." She slurred as she sucked because she didn't really want to be understood.

But Alan asked "What?"

She said it clearly this time. "In a manner of speaking."

However, Alan was too worked up to talk any more and he didn't follow up that deliberately elusive answer. In less than a minute, his urge to cum had built up so much that it was all but impossible to stop.

Release didn't take long in coming. He'd been getting quite good at holding back and extending his sex sessions, but this time he hardly fought it. He was so worked up and anxious to get the dangerous sex over with that he decided to just let go. He began shooting into Katherine's mouth less than two minutes since she'd started sucking him off.

CHAPTER 9

Christine sat at her dinner table, nervously tapping her fingers on their shared wine glass. She was all worked up and didn't know what to do. Alan said he'd be gone fifteen minutes. At least. That's a long time. What am I supposed to do? I'm bouncing off the walls. God, if I could just get some RELIEF! Phew! Man alive, I don't know if I've ever felt like this before.

Things were getting a little bit out of hand there. Good thing that phone call happened or I might have done something to make a fool out of myself. What's happening to me? Is it the wine? Is it that I'm really flirting for the first time? Or maybe there's something special about Alan? Whatever it is, I like it. If just flirting makes me feel like this, what will REAL sex be like? I can hardly wait.

She tapped and tapped the wine glass. Maybe I'll just go for a short while and burn off this energy. Or I could go to the bathroom and freshen up. Either way, I can't just sit here.

She stood up and began walking to the front of the restaurant, looking all over for Alan. She saw the door to the ladies' room and went in it without thinking. Once inside, her feet led her straight to one of the toilet stalls instead of to the sink and mirror as planned. What am I doing? I don't have to take a pee, I did that just a little while ago.

Suddenly, a different perspective came to the fore in Christine's consciousness. Oh come on. Who are you kidding? You know what you need and you need it now.

Christine's arousal was so high that there was no part of her brain that tried to dispute that. She pulled down her panties. Geez! I don't get wet that easily, but there's a little tsunami of lust down here. Oooh. Gross. Yuck!

Christine was no fan of bodily fluids or secretions. She pulled her panties completely off and hung them on a hook on the stall door. Then she sat down on the closed toilet lid. In her excitement, she forgot that the only place she'd ever masturbated before was in her own bed or in the shower.

What a night! I think Alan really likes me. It's like we can't keep our hands off each other, even though we're sitting across the table. What if we played footsie below the table? Wouldn't that be fun? I could still do it when Alan gets back from his phone call, but I know I don't have the guts to start something like that. I'm so afraid to cross the line from officially platonic to something more, and that's not even mentioning the whole situation with Amy. It's funny - just a few minutes ago Alan asked me if I wanted to order dessert and I told him that what I want to nibble on is already right in front of me. I can say outrageous stuff like that, and yet I'm still too chicken to even put my hand or foot on his knee.

She sighed heavily. Then she perked up. But what if Alan were to start it? He's supposed to be such a stud muffin. Yeah! Alan would start touching me below the table, a little bit here, a little bit there, and the next thing you know, he'd have his toe in my pussy! Hell, why stop with a toe, a couple of fingers would feel a whole lot better!

Christine had been holding back from masturbating herself, even though she knew she would inevitably give in. It didn't take long for her resistance to crumble. Once she began thinking of Alan fingering her, she lost all control and began fingering herself with closed eyes so she could dream it was Alan doing it.

I can't believe I'm doing this! Thank God the stalls are so secure. I'll have to be extra quiet though. If anyone found out Christine the Ice Queen was jilling herself in a public place... But I don't wanna be the Ice Queen. Why can't I be Christine the Hot Tamale? Or Christine the Fire Tiger? Why do I have to come across in such a cold and unforgiving way? Why do I always have to play it safe?

Wait, I'm masturbating in a restaurant. For the first time in my life, I'm not playing it safe when it comes to sex. But what good does it do me now? I need to take risks with Alan!

She began to frig herself more intently as her thoughts went back to Alan. Well, I guess I did a little, with all that practice flirting. Tonight, he's seen my other side. Maybe it's all the wine, but I CAN loosen up!

Just then, someone in the stall next to hers flushed the toilet. The sudden burst of sound took her out of her thoughts and reminded her of where she was. Good God! What am I doing? But it feels so good I can't stop! What if someone were to find me here?

She momentarily freaked out until she looked at the door lock and confirmed, again, that it was securely locked. Rationally, I know that no one can get in, but still I feel so...

Oh God! What if Alan found me here? Wouldn't that be deliciously awful? At first I'd be so mortified, so terrified, as he slammed the door open and stared at my slutty fingers... My probing, naughty fingers that just can't stop! But Alan's not the kind of guy who would just stare. Maybe the old Alan was, but the new Alan would take the situation in his firm and strong hands. He'd take one look at me and know what I need. A good hard fucking, that's what!

That's right, a fucking! It's my dream and I can use whatever fucking words I fucking want! Alan would say something like, "What do we have here?" as he smirked in complete triumph. 'Cos he knows I'm gonna get a massive beef injection and I know it too. Ooh! Beef injection! I love it. Why do I always pull back and run away from even saying things like that, even in my own thoughts? Tonight I found when talking like that out loud that it can be fun to be a little naughty. I'll bet sex is ten times better. A thousand times better! It's probably the best feeling in the whole wide world!

Alan wouldn't waste time. He'd say, "It's time I show you what sex is all about." Then he'd take his clothes off and take mine off too. I'd be helpless in his strong arms and just let him turn me into a naked slut. In fact, Alan wouldn't even close the door! All the women coming and going would stop in front of this stall and peer in as Alan sat me in his lap and bounced me up and down, holding me and tossing me about like I was some kind of blow up doll! I'd scream for joy and for shame but there would be nothing to do but GET FUCKED! Gaaawwdd that would feel good!

Christine very rarely masturbated because she would rarely allow herself to get sexually worked up. But when she did she would always use one or two fingers only, and no additional aids. She was very careful about keeping her hymen intact. However, now she was overcome by the desire to imagine what it would feel like to be filled to the limit with a fat erection, so she tried to add a third finger. However, the twinges of discomfort from the additional girth meant that she couldn't take all three fingers comfortably, but simply even trying made her feel incredibly worldly and wanton.

Oh, yeah! That's it, Alan, fill me! Fuck me! Split me in two! After a few more thrusts like that she felt that she absolutely had to have three fingers. She made another effort and managed to get all three in, though it hurt some and they couldn't go very deep at all due to her hymen. Still, it was enough for her to better fantasize that the fingers represented Alan's erection. Ooooh! Goditssobig! Ugh! Alan, no! I can't take all that cock! It's my first time. Please have mercy on me! Not so much fat COCK! Not so deep! Oh, sooo deep! Yes, deep! Deeper!

She moaned loudly in frustration as her hymen prevented the kind of penetration she deeply craved. No! I need more. I need Alan's thick eight inches! I wanna go deep!

Suddenly she froze as she realized how loudly she'd just moaned. She paused in her thrusting. Shit! If there's anyone here, they must have heard that. She remained completely still and strained to hear any sound. As she heard some shuffling of feet, her heart sank and her heartbeat pounded even faster than it was already hammering.

She reached out and flushed the toilet. She sighed, but quietly. Shit, shit, shit! Well, hopefully if anyone was paying attention they'll just think I was having a difficult bowel movement.

She waited a while, nearly a minute, until she heard the sound of a door opening and closing. Then she waited a little longer until she was fairly confident that she was alone. She thought, Shoot. I was having such a good time, but that ruined my groove.

However, that wasn't true. The close call only increased her excitement. As she resumed jilling herself she was instantly transported back into her fantasy. That's it, Alan, give it to me! Give it all to me! Don't hold back!

She imagined that Alan was lifting her up and slamming her back down onto his steel erection over and over. In an attempt to mimic that, she began bouncing up and down on the toilet seat. At first she did it a little, but soon she used a hand to support herself and actually lifted completely off of the seat repeatedly as she really got into it.

That's right, Alan! Fuck me hard! Take me! Make me yours! Use me! Use my cunt! Use me any way you want! Use my tits too!

She'd been so intent on playing with her clit and pussy that she'd temporarily forgotten about her breasts. But she brought the hand that had been helped to accentuate her bouncing to her chest and practically mauled herself in her frenzied excitement.

She continued like that, wailing away on her pussy with three fingers, while frantically grasping at her breasts through her outfit, for a couple more minutes. She had to be careful due to her hymen. Luckily, hymens vary greatly from person to person and hers was deeper than most, but still she could do little more than push the three fingers in right at her pussy lips and keep them there.

She would start to moan loudly and then catch herself and quiet down, then repeat the process. She considered adding a fourth finger, but decided it was too risky for her hymen.

One reason why Christine rarely masturbated was because she wasn't the type to climax easily. In fact, she'd climaxed fewer times than number of the fingers on her hands. But the plus side was that when she did reach climax it was always a big one, and this one was the biggest climax she'd ever had yet.

It took all of her concentration not to scream at the top of her lungs as her body was completely overcome by lust and the greatest of pleasures. She knew she was making some noise bouncing around, not to mention all of her huffing and puffing, but it couldn't be helped.

Then, all of a sudden, it was over. She came crashing down from her great high and found herself sitting on a toilet in a public place. The awareness of the situation hit her hard, like she'd just been transported into her body from somewhere else. A depressed feeling suddenly overwhelmed her.

She slumped down and sighed. She flushed the toilet again, hoping once more that that would mask what she had really done. Damn! What's gotten into me? Alan's not all that. I think I'm building up all my years of erotic frustration and projecting all my fantasies and dreams onto him. But what's with my fantasy, what's that all about? Why is it that I'M the one telling HIM to use me? Did I really say that? Did I tell him to make me his? That's fucked up. Why is it the girl has to belong to the guy? Why can't it be the other way around? Why can't I use HIM? Why is it that Alan gets to sleep with any girl he wants while Amy waits patiently for him to come home from his fooling around?

Her mood suddenly flipped from righteous indignation to pure lust. Because he's such a powerful fucking machine, that's why! You can't stop a total stud like that. If even a fraction of the stories about him are true, he's a literal non-stop fucking MACHINE! And to think I turned him down when he asked me out. What an idiot!

Just as suddenly, her mood flipped again. What's gotten into me? Suddenly, a completely inequitable situation is okay just because he's a "total stud"? I think not! The entire situation is- oh shit!

The sound of a nearby toilet flushing again roused her to reality a bit more. It hit her that she'd been in the ladies' room a lot longer than she'd meant to be and that she had to get back to her table. On the other hand, she was wiped out from her masturbation session. She tidied up, picked up her panties (they were so wet she had no intention to put them back on), and staggered out of the toilet stall. To her great relief, no one saw her come out, although a couple of the other stalls appeared to be in use.

She went to the sink, tossed her panties away, and looked in the mirror as she tried to make herself presentable again. She let out yet another heavy sigh as she lamented her lack of willpower.

CHAPTER 10

As Christine was busy in the ladies' room, Alan and Katherine were still a short distance away in the men's room. When Katherine's blowjob ended Alan felt so light headed that he had to sit down on the toilet. He put his head in his hands and tried to recover. "Oh God. That was intense. I hate to admit it, but I really needed that."

Katherine giggled. "Heh-heh! See? Susan and I know you better than you know yourself." She was careful to say "Susan" and not "Mom" on the off chance someone had quietly entered the bathroom while she was busily sucking. "Aren't you glad?"

"No," Alan said. "This is craziness. I'll admit that I was dying for release. But if I had a lick of sense I would have just come here and jerked off."

Katherine gasped in mock horror. "Masturbation? If Susan heard you said that, she'd wash your mouth out with soap. Or, more likely, she'd get so excited picturing that that she'd make you wash her mouth out with sperm. But either way, mouths would get washed." She giggled.

She sat down on the floor and leaned back on the stall door. Her blouse still covered her back even though her breasts were exposed and her red miniskirt covered her ass, so she wasn't too concerned about getting dirty. She spread her legs some, showing Alan that she wasn't wearing any panties. Then, as she started to frig her pussy, she asked Alan, "So. How's your date going?"

Alan answered, "Fine. But what do you think you're doing?"

"Duh! All these constant orgasms seem to be affecting your brain. What does it look like? In any case, what were you two talking about? You two were getting pretty hot and heavy, from the little I could see. What happened to the non-romantic dating idea?"

He replied defensively, "I don't appreciate you spying on me and my date. And I'll have you know we're still very much platonic, thank you very much. It's just that she needs practice with flirting so we're practicing that."

Katherine snorted with derision.

Alan ignored that and continued, "And I gotta say that I've had so many incredible sexual experiences lately that I'm not used to so much teasing and so little action. We've been having a lot of teasing for the last hour or more. I've been very clear with her tonight that things are just platonic, but in spite of that the sexual tension has been growing. You came along just in time."

Katherine smirked. She was very happy with the outcome of her intervention so far.

Alan saw her look and said, "Don't get so smug. A lot of lucky things have fallen together so I'm not that mad at you. For instance, I don't know how no one's come into this room for the last five minutes or whatever it's been."

She snorted. "Luck? Not hardly. Did you not see the 'do not disturb' sign I put up?"

"Huh. Clever. But how long will it take before some employee notices that, especially if some customer who really has to pee complains? We need to get out of here, and quick. But before we do, I want to make it completely clear: what you did here is totally insane. There's no way you can do this again. Our luck is only gonna last so long. I want you to promise me right now you won't pull any stunt like this again. Especially on any date with Christine. She's dangerous, you know that, right? If she were to find out what you were doing a few minutes ago, well, I don't think she'd go public with it, but she'd find some way to put a stop to our relationship privately. She's not the kind to turn a blind eye to something she finds repugnant. Is that what you want? To put an end to all our fun?"

"No, of course not."

"Well then, promise me. Promise not to interfere." He stared intently at her fingers working on her clit.

"Okay, but only on one condition. I promise not to do it again, so long as I get to make the most out of this time. I want you to fill me down below."

"What, you seriously expect me to get hard again? No way. That's a ludicrously dangerous idea. How long do you think that 'do not disturb' sign will work? We're gonna get in serious trouble when they find the sign and figure out the people in here must have put it up. And besides, even though you're looking pretty tempting diddling yourself like that, it's not enough. Frankly, I have no idea how I managed to get aroused for even one time, considering everything else I've been through today. By all rights I should be completely collapsed and dead asleep by now. Emphasis on 'dead.'"

"I know how," Katherine said in a husky voice. "It's that Christine. You two practicing all that flirting. That's what gets you going. What if she needs more practice than that? What if she wants to come into this room and practice a little titfucking? What then? Just imagine your cock in the middle of a GIGANTIC tit sandwich. Do you realize that since she's shorter than, er, Susan, pound for pound she's even more busty? You should practice playing with those fun bags. Not only that, but she's probably gonna need a lot of cocksucking practice and as a platonic friend I'm sure you'll be more than happy to help her out with that."

She snorted and giggled. Even though she was jealous of Christine, she knew this kind of talk about her would increase his lust until he'd be putty in her hands.

Alan was instantly reminded of Christine's earlier busty teasing, and grew that much more aroused. Still, he protested, "It's not like that. Really, I'd turn her down if she came on to me. It would be too dangerous."

Katherine snorted again. "That's a laugh. IF she came on to you? Where were you earlier tonight when she was about to launch herself at you? Protest all you want, but I know you get off on danger. You say you hate it but you love it. Here you are..."

She suddenly stood up and sat down on Alan's lap so she could put her lips near his ear. She whispered quietly, "Here you are, in a public restroom having sex with your sister while your date is patiently waiting. Is that not naughty? Is that not dangerous? But you love it, don't you?"

As she talked she took his dick in her hand and held it as it steadily inflated. Giving up on frigging herself, she brought her other hand to his balls and began lightly scratching on the bottom of his nut sack.

Alan wanted to deny it, but the truth was in Katherine's hands. He just looked around as if he was able to see through the stall walls to see if someone was listening.

Katherine picked up on that and whispered as she stroked his penis back to life, "That's right. For all we know, there could be someone standing right outside this stall, with their ear to the door. There's no way to know, is there? Someone could stand up on the toilet seat in the stall next door and look over the wall down to us at any time, couldn't they?"

Alan couldn't resist - he looked up towards the top of the stall, half expecting to see faces peering down. But no one was there.

Katherine was no fool. She knew that at the moment, there was nothing more arousing to Alan than thoughts of Christine. And if she was to get what she wanted and go all the way, she had to make him even more aroused first. She took a risk and whispered, "Heck, it could even be Christine watching."

Alan got even more visibly nervous at that.

But Katherine quickly pressed on, saying, "Of course, Christine is very inquisitive. She'd want to learn what we're doing, just like she's learning about flirting. We'd have to open the door and let her in. Then we'd strip her and teach her a thing or two about sex. Wouldn't that be fun? Just imagine a fully naked Christine standing here, watching you fuck your own sister! Sure she'd be upset, but only because she'd have to wait her turn to get fucked!"

Seeing that Alan was panting and quite excited by her words, not to mention her stroking, Katherine turned around, held his erection in place, and slowly sat down on it. She let out a great big "Aaaaah" as it filled her up.

She was so tight that he couldn't fill her with one great thrust. Instead, she and he worked together to move her up and down, allowing her to take a little more of his erection with each down thrust.

Eventually Alan bottomed out. He thought, Man, what a sister! She's so smooth and warm and wet. And so very very naughty. How can I get mad at her when she makes me feel this good?

Them two of them grunted with exertion as Katherine fucked her way onto Alan's shaft. After another a minute or two, she relaxed and loosened up enough to make further thrusts a lot easier.

Even though both of them guessed no one else was in the men's room, they tried to stay as quiet as they could, just to be sure. In their nervousness, the sounds of Alan's wet dick slurping and squishing its way in and out plus the smacking of flesh on flesh sounded like they were being picked up by microphone and broadcast loudly throughout the room.

Alan felt excitement coursing through his body like an electric current. His mind boggled at the situation he was in. He moaned, "Dammit, Katherine, this is bad. Coming here, doing this. Jesus! I can't believe what a slut you are."

"Not a slut," she happily corrected him. "A fuck toy. Your number one fuck toy. A very naughty and uppity fuck toy, but one who knows just what you need sometimes even better than you do. And what you need right now is to nail some serious sister ass!"

As she bounced up and down on him higher and higher, he complained, "I know what this is all about. You're jealous of Christine, aren't you? You're worried that she'll take your place somehow. Don't deny it, I've been getting those vibes from you for some time now. You always frown when her name comes up. You even admitted your jealousies to Xania this afternoon in her office. You've got to quit being so jealous."

Katherine didn't answer, all but confirming what he said with her silence.

So he continued even as he got more into the fucking, "Don't worry about it! I love you. YOU! NO one will ever take your place. Is that clear?"

"No," she surprisingly said. "I mean, I know you love me in a non-romantic way and that you always will, but how can I compete when it comes to sex? I'm not as curvy or as stunning as all your other women. I have to try to make up for that by going all out."

Alan suddenly turned tender and the pace of the fucking changed too, slowing down. "Awww, Sis." (He was so lost in the moment he forgot he shouldn't say "Sis.") "You really don't have to do that. I'll love you and lust after you no matter what you do. Can't you see that? What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

"Fuck me!" she whispered in the most sexy voice imaginable. "Prove your love with your dick!"

So Alan fucked her some more, but really now it became more like making love. He went slowly and showered the back of her neck with kisses, reached around and slowly circled her nipples and clit, and nuzzled her ears. He wanted to prove the intensity of his feelings and tried to do everything he could physically to increase her pleasure. Before, Alan's thoughts of Christine had increased his arousal, but now Christine was completely forgotten. He was so overcome with feeling for his sister that he practically cried not from joy or sorrow but just overall emotional intensity.

At the same time, he was going mad with arousal because Katherine was doing her utmost to fuck him to death, despite the slow pace. She put her heart and soul into it, moving her hips in ways that would even make a belly dancer jealous. She coaxed every last bit of pleasure possible out of Alan, gently and insistently grinding down onto him.

But while the slow fucking was intense and helped them reconnect, both of them were too aroused and also still worried about getting caught to go on like that for a long time. Alan began picking up the pace.

He cursed the suit he was still wearing. He had been so distracted that he forgot to even take his jacket off and now it was both limiting his mobility and making him sweat. But he was still able to clutch her ass and knead the soft yet firm flesh off her ass cheeks. At the same time, he began bucking and thrusting his hips upwards with more urgency.

The slap of skin on skin seemed to loudly echo around the otherwise dead silent room.

Within minutes, he really started slamming into her. This was another way of proving his love, by overwhelming her with physical strength, fucking her harder and deeper than he'd ever fucked her before. Soon they switched positions and he began doing her doggy style so he could penetrate as deep as he could go. His erection banged past her cervix before sliding alongside and deeper into her with each thrust, but he didn't care.

The two of them loved it. Both wanted to cry out but had to restrain themselves because of where they were. Somehow, that made the fuck even better as the need to stay quiet constantly reminded them of the excitement and danger.

Alan waited until Katherine was overcome by a long multiple orgasm. Then he too let loose and started to fill her vagina up with his seed. He could have gone on longer, but he kept thinking about that "do not disturb" sign and an employee coming in to see who'd put it up. He also remembered Christine, and imagined her impatiently waiting at the table. Thinking of that in particular really brought out his "Bad Alan" side. He reveled in how wrong it was to fuck his sister in the middle of a date with another girl.

Jet after jet of hot semen fired into Katherine's equally hot and needy pussy. For a brief moment, Alan enjoyed how great it felt not to have to wear a condom. He thought of all his sperm swimming and struggling deeper and deeper into his sister and was reminded that there was always a chance the protection would fail and they would make a baby. In his overheated and lust-addled brain, that thought just aroused him all the more.

The two of them ended up in an embrace. They were a sweaty, disheveled, and panting mess.

Between the need for speed and his great excitement, he had cum in a matter of minutes since they started the hard and fast thrusting. That was a poor performance compared to his recent standards, but at least he knew that he'd been completely satisfied and Katherine was completely satisfied too.

Katherine couldn't help but gloat a bit. She was the first to speak as she sat on him sitting on the toilet and they both recovered. She crowed, "So. Still thinking my coming here was a bad idea?"

"Okay, you got me. It was fun. A lot of fun. And I feel good that we reconnected in a primal way. I'm sorry if I haven't spent enough time with you lately. But on the other hand, I still think this was a bad idea overall. We risk everything for a few minutes of fun. Promise me you'll keep to your promise and not do this kind of thing in public again. Especially not when Christine is at all involved."

Katherine pouted. "As Mo- Susan would say, 'Oh poo.' But I suppose you're right. Okay, I promise."

But inwardly, she was far from regretful about what she did. She knew that she had accomplished her main mission. When she'd come to the restaurant, she'd been able to detect sparks flying between Alan and Christine even from across the large room. True, Alan seemed surprisingly determined to keep things platonic with his bombshell date, but when he got that aroused lately his little head usually overrode his big head. Now, after two climaxes to top off an extremely sexually busy day, she knew it would be a near miracle if he could even achieve another erection. Just as importantly, the momentum had been lost. Katherine felt confident that the Christine "threat" had been neutralized, at least until their next date.

Alan had stood guard and successfully made sure that Katherine could escape the men's room without notice. The only curious thing was that he couldn't take the "do not disturb" sign down because someone had removed it already. That led both him and Katherine to wonder if anyone had come in to check if anyone was there, but if someone did they had no way of knowing. They also did not know they had just missed Christine's exit from the ladies' room by a couple of minutes.

In retrospect, he realized that both he and Katherine had used words like "Sis." That worried him more than anything. He doubled his resolve not to let his lust overwhelm his common sense ever again, because the risk of losing everything was too great.

It turned out Katherine was correct in her analysis that she had spoiled the erotic build up. When Alan finally came back to the table where Christine was waiting, nearly twenty minutes had passed. Christine didn't seem to mind his long absence or pry about the nature of his "emergency" but the sexual and flirtatious mood was gone. As Katherine had predicted, Alan was physically incapable of managing another erection.

Christine was also in a non-sexual mood now. She looked a bit flustered and embarrassed after what she did in the ladies' room, but Alan was too busy trying to act casual and cover up his own sexual escapades to notice. Although she had lost her panties, that now only made her feel more embarrassed, rather than empowered and brazen. In fact, for a while after she came back she felt strong resentment towards Alan that she had to fight to suppress. On some level, she blamed him for getting her too aroused and losing control in the restroom.

Eventually, though, they both fell back into a fun mood. But while the two of them continued to talk up a storm and joke around, there wasn't any further "flirtation practice."

The two of them could have stayed out much longer but there was a certain rhythm to eating at a restaurant where it was expected one would leave not long after paying the check and so forth. Christine toyed with the idea of asking Alan to take her dancing as they left the restaurant, but she chickened out.

Alan dropped Christine off back at her house and gave her a quick goodnight kiss on the cheek. As he kissed her, he thought, I must be the biggest fool in the history of mankind not to really go for it right here. I hope someone somewhere is recording some serious good guy points for me right now. Why does she have to look so jaw-droppingly gorgeous?

Christine seemed happy with the simple kiss and happy with the date overall.

The two of them agreed to have another date soon, although no specific date was set.

Alan wondered how different the goodnight kiss might have been if their earlier sexy mood had continued to escalate. Even after all the heavy flirting he'd done, he still didn't realize how much Christine desired him. Compared to all his other sexual escapades recently, that flirting was tame in comparison. He suspected that Katherine's interruption may have prevented him from crossing a line with Christine, but he didn't realize how close Christine had been to crossing the line on her own.

Now that he'd got his rocks off, he realized that was probably a very good thing in the long run to stay free of another serious sexual entanglement. He resolved not to put himself in such a tempting situation with Christine again.

He thought, I love these dates. They're a lot of fun because Christine is such fun to be with. Once she lets her hair down you get all the smarts without the prickly attitude. And it's nice for a change of pace to be with a great girl without needing to rise to the sexual occasion again and again. But on the next date I have to take an even firmer stance that things have to be completely platonic between us. Sadly, it's the only way. If only she was completely sexually open minded like Amy, but she's not. The situation with Glory is painful enough already; I don't need another duplicate of that unsolvable kind of problem.

As Alan drove from Christine's house to his own house, his body began to crash, and crash hard. He'd remained on a kind of high as long as Christine was around, but the energy from that disappeared as soon as she was gone and that was all there was left sustaining him. It was all he could do to get back without falling asleep at the wheel. A whole week of incredibly exciting adventures was finally catching up with him. He thanked his lucky stars that the hiking trip was cancelled because his energy reserves needed for such a big exertion were all tapped out.

Susan was waiting up for him when he arrived. Katherine had been home for a while and had gotten Susan excited talking about her big bathroom stall adventure. Susan had hoped to talk to Alan about it and maybe have some more sexy fun with him, but just one look at him let her know that even talking was out of the question.

She reverted to "mother" mode and quickly got him to bed. She tucked him in with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek.

Alan fell asleep just about as soon as his head hit the pillow. He slept a very, very, long time.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of OmegaZone, EBC, DD, NightShadow, Trogdor, Lucky KM, Gnome, IBT, WD40, Hermit, Kairpra, and Davy Jones. An extra thanks to WD40 for his work on the Christine scenes.

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