Spacer X Stories: Part 35

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 35: Brown Sugar

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CHAPTER 1 (Tuesday, Nov. 19)

Alan failed his third period class test, just as he figured he would. That put him in a very bad mood when he got to Glory's fourth period class. It wasn't just the one test; he felt he'd gone from being one of the top students to slowly failing out of school due to a non-stop sex obsession. He also felt the added weight of all the homework he hadn't done.

During lunch, he wasn't in the mood for sex, even though Glory most certainly was. He asked to just get naked and cuddle.

Glory got out her blanket, sheets, and pillows, and they swaddled up together and cuddled on the floor. They were mostly quiet and motionless, but both of them found the experience to be surprisingly emotional, just the same. He loved her and she loved him, and they simply basked in their mutual love.

By the end of lunch, Alan felt much more optimistic and energetic. He started to get frisky just as they had to put the bedding away and get dressed.

Glory complained in a playful way, "Now that I've got your motor running, who's going to drive your car?"

"We don't discuss the other women, right, Glory?"

"Oh. Right." But it was clear Glory was very curious about the other women. In fact, her curiosity concerning just exactly who Alan was sleeping with was nearly killing her. Her interest was especially piqued due to a confrontation with Heather during a class break earlier in the morning. She reran the conversation in her mind while thinking over the "other women" idea.

Heather had her bathroom ultimatum with Alan just before attending one of Glory's classes, and she felt flushed with success and was also increasingly certain that Alan was committing incest with his sister, due to the way he brushed off her "would you rather sleep with someone even closer to home" question.

Glory held Heather back during the next break between classes to ask her a couple of probing questions about homework and to chide her for being late to class before sending her on her way. She was frustrated that Heather always seemed to do very well on her essays but poorly in class and on her tests, strongly suggesting that she was somehow cheating on the essays. But Glory couldn't prove it, despite constant efforts to do so.

Before Glory could get started into Heather's work, the haughty teen said, completely out of the blue, "Looks like Alan is really sleeping around with everybody these days, don't you think, Ms. Rhymer?"

This was the first time Alan had ever come up in conversation between Heather and Glory. It was hardly the sort of thing a student normally discussed with a teacher, but Heather was not easily deterred. She hoped to steer the conversation so she could drop insinuations about Alan committing incest, and see if that could be a fruitful path to shock Glory into breaking up with him.

But Heather didn't get a chance to do that, because she underestimated Glory's reaction.

Glory took the comment to be a not-so subtle form of blackmail, showing that Heather knew about her relationship with Alan, and furthermore, a direct insult that she would involve herself with a boy who was sleeping with so many others. She attacked back, saying testily, "I don't think it's appropriate to speak of a fellow student that way, Heather. But in any case, I don't think one could compare how much he sleeps around with how much someone like you does. I'm not one to solicit or pass along rumors, but just the same, if half of what I hear about you is correct, you're sleeping with just about every boy in school and half the girls as well."

Heather was taken aback. "I'll have you know, Ms. Rhymer, I have a very good reputation!"

Glory laughed spitefully. "So, I see you tacitly confirm the rumors and only try to argue that not many people know about what you really do. Interesting. I must say it's awful nice of you as head cheerleader to give the school such team spirit by spreading your legs for anyone who asks for it." She spoke in a low tone so the other students coming and going from her class during the break wouldn't hear, but her biting, near whispering tone somehow made her seem more menacing than if she'd been shouting.

Heather had no idea Glory had this side to her, or would dare say such a thing to a student, but she came back gamely. "At least what I'm doing is legal, Ms. Rhymer. Yes, I have a little bit of fun, but when I have my fun I don't do something foolish that could threaten my career." Heather strongly emphasized "threaten my career" in a low growl.

Glory didn't have a good comeback for that, as she knew that issue was her Achilles' heel. She looked around the room and noticed with some relief that no one had noticed or heard anything out of the ordinary; apparently they just assumed she was speaking to a student about class work. Dismissing Heather with a disdainful glance and shrug, she said, "We'll discuss this later. Remember to do your homework."

She looked down at Heather's chest and noticed from the way Heather's tight, white T-shirt clung that the girl wasn't wearing a bra. She added, "And be mindful of the school's dress code. I'll have to speak to the administration and find out why you're able to flaunt our standards day after day. I wonder what form of persuasion you used on someone to get your way." She let the insinuation that Heather would fuck anyone for favors hang in the air. Her condemning tone of voice carried much more of an insult than her words did.

Heather retorted, "I understand. Someone of YOUR age naturally can't compete so you hide behind the rules to level the playing field."

"Are you calling me old?" Glory was getting increasingly hot under the collar, and almost said that far too loudly. She was outraged, considering that she was only 27 years old. She considered launching into an angry tirade, but held back. The short time provided by the breaks was a big factor in her decision to cut things short. She also worried that Heather could be setting her up, perhaps recording the conversation. With another dismissive gesture, she said, "Heather, get to class. And remember that I'm your teacher and I deserve some respect. That is all."

Heather walked out. As she reached the door to the classroom, she muttered "Bitch" just loud enough for Glory to hear. She was happy that she'd begun the fight against Glory and looked forward to an eventual sweet and hard-fought victory by taking Alan for her own, but she was also a bit scared as she'd never come out so openly against one of her own teachers. Furthermore, in the opening trade of insults, she forgot to drop the hints about Alan and incest that could start to split him and his teacher apart.

Glory overheard the muttered "bitch" comment and silently fumed, "Bitch"?! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! I swear to God, sometimes I wish I wasn't a teacher. I wish I could really speak my mind and tear that insufferable baby a new asshole. Heather, don't even try to mess with me! You can lord over all the other students all you want but if you mess with a teacher you're gonna find yourself kicked out of this school so fast it'll make your head spin! And trying to get between me and Alan, you're really asking for it. BITCH!

Back with Alan in her arms during lunch later in the day, Glory finished replaying this exchange in her mind and considered telling Alan all about it. She wanted to know what he saw in the bitchy Heather and wanted even more to convince him to have nothing further to do with the girl. But she considered Alan's sullen and quiet mood, and decided it wasn't the right time. He was stressed about failing his third period test and plummeting in his studies in general. She went back to just stroking his hair and enjoying his embrace.

Had Alan known everything about Glory's encounter with Heather, he would have been very disturbed. He would have been most disturbed by Heather's intention to use her suspicions of his incestuous behavior with Glory. For all of Glory's sexual talents and enthusiasm, she had a proper and conservative aspect to her personality, and Alan knew that it would be extremely bad if she discovered that in fact he was sleeping with his sister, much less his mother too. If she found out about that, he wondered if she would even speak to him again, or worse, if she'd consider it her duty to inform the authorities.

But at the same time, had he been a fly on the wall, he would also have been perturbed by the emotional intensity of Glory's attacks on Heather. Glory was letting her emotions get the better of her and had acted quite recklessly in speaking so directly and harshly to the conniving head cheerleader. She could have gotten in trouble merely from others overhearing her far too personal conversation.

Alan felt much better after he left Glory. She'd given him some words of encouragement about his academic woes, and all the cuddling didn't hurt.

But on his way to fifth period class, he ran into trouble. Several large boys surrounded him and backed him into a locker. They looked menacing and appeared to be the size of football linemen. The ringleader, a stereotypically burly guy with square jaw and crew cut, spoke for the group. "There you are. The famous Alan. This is the guy, right?" He looked to one of his flunkies, who nodded.

Alan kept up a brave front. "What do you guys want? I've got to hurry to class."

"What do we want? We've been hearing rumors. You look mild-mannered enough, but people are saying that you're fucking all the best girls in school. What do you have to say to that?" The unnamed bully stepped forward.

Alan reflexively stepped back, pressing harder into the locker. "I don't know what you're talking about. Look at me! Do I look like the kind of guy women would be after?" But he could see his words weren't having much of an effect. So he made up what he hoped would be a convincing lie. "Okay, so I have a bigger than average dick. Some girls saw it and I guess people talked and every time the story was told, I somehow grew more manly and fucked more girls and my endowment grew longer. But that's it! Just rumors. I've never fucked anybody but my girlfriend!"

"That's not what I hear," the leader growled. But luckily the hallway crowds were thinning out as there was just or minute or so to get to the next class before the bell. The only cluster still left were the burly guys around Alan. A couple of them started to drift off, too.

"I swear! Look at me. I'm a nerd!"

"We'll see. You got off easy this time, but if I find you were sleeping with my Judy..." The big teen smacked his fist into his hand. The blow looked very convincing. He walked off.

Alan was scared shitless on the inside, but he was proud of the way he appeared incredulous and bravely innocent on the outside. He thought, Dang! What the hell? I don't even know this guy's name or who Judy is. I don't know any of them and don't want to know them! This is all Amy's fault. I should have never let her run around and freely tell people what a good fucker I was. Hopefully this will blow over because I'm stopping with the cheerleaders and I'm not gonna get near any Judy or anyone like her. That's for sure!

CHAPTER 2

Alan considered whether or not to cancel his after school meeting with Heather given what had happened. He decided he didn't want a boiling mad Heather on his case, so he obligingly went to the theater room after school, as planned. He figured that since he'd gone the whole school day without a single orgasm, it would be good to get a little relief before heading home and diving into the books. Between the encounter with Heather in the stinky bathroom and the cuddling with Glory at lunch, he was raring to go.

However, he was annoyed at Heather and wanted to give her a good dressing down first. He correctly figured she was a "give an inch, take a mile" type, and he had to show her that she couldn't push him around. He especially had to make her not want to go any further with her strong hint that he was fucking his sister.

When he walked in, he was very surprised to find not only Heather there, but Joy, Janice, and Heather's best friend Simone. He blurted out incredulously, "Heather, what's going on here?! I thought you wanted to see me alone."

"Hi to you too, Alan. Obviously we're all here to fuck. And if I'm going to prove to you that fucking me is worthwhile, I figure I could use a little bit of help. I'm not above getting some assistance, you know." She pointed to Simone. "You're probably wondering who this is."

"Yes," he said testily. In fact, he'd already met her, while the two of them stood right next to Heather. But at the time, Alan had meant so little to Heather that she didn't think much of the encounter and had completely forgotten that Simone was there. He decided it was just easier to play along than to explain the whole situation.

"This is my best friend, Simone," Heather said significantly.

Alan looked Simone over carefully. He stared first at the juncture between her thighs and thought, If I want, I could be plowing that in a few minutes. Wow, that's wild. His eyes drifted up to her chest. Or I could be sliding between those round beauties. It's good to be the king, heh-heh!

Simone similarly stared at Alan's crotch with more than a little bit of curiosity. She' heard a lot about his sexual prowess from Heather, and also from things Amy supposedly told others.

Alan and Simone shook hands with a formality that was a bit funny given they both knew they were probably about to do very sexually intimate things with each other. It was even stranger because both of them recalled the time when they had met before.

Simone was playing dumb with Heather just like Alan was. She rolled her eyes when Heather wasn't looking.

Alan felt a bit of a bond from that, like they'd shared a conspiratorial secret. He'd assumed that since Simone was Heather's best friend, she was almost exactly like her: stuck up, self-centered, and bitchy. He was very pleasantly surprised that the vibes he was getting off her were almost nothing like Heather's.

Heather continued, "You've probably seen her with me, walking around school or eating or whatever. She's not only my best friend, but one of my fuck buddies too. She's got the hots for you, as do just about all the girls around here after what Amy's been telling everybody. I assume she's fuck-worthy?"

Alan was chagrined, especially by the mention of his growing reputation, particularly in light of what the bully had said earlier. He replied directly to Simone, "Nice to meet you. I do recognize you from around school, now that I think about it. Why, I think I've seen you at the White Sands Beach before, no?"

"That could be." Simone grinned knowingly at his veiled reference to the first time they'd met.

"I don't usually say this to people I barely know, but you're definitely fuck-worthy. In fact, Simone, I dare say you're even more beautiful than Heather." He didn't actually feel that way, although it was a close call. He just said it to get in a dig at Heather.

"Why, thank you," Simone replied, seemingly unfazed by the unusual situation. "Heather, he's so charming." She joked, "And he speaks deep truths."

But Heather wasn't amused. She replied, "Nice try, Alan. I know no one's more beautiful than me and that you're just trying to get a rise out of me. It won't work. Now, shall we get started?"

Alan thought, Dang, Heather needs some serious attitude adjustment. Talk about stuck on yourself! Geez.

He took another look at Simone. Wow. She really is fuck-worthy. As if I wouldn't know her! Everybody at school at least knows of her. Of course, all of Heather's girlfriends are hot but with so few black people at our school, Simone really stands out. She looks so exotic with that short, choppy hair that doesn't look like the typical black person's kinky hair. She looks really tropical, like she's from some tropical island; the Solomon Islands or Trinidad or something, maybe. And she seems surprisingly cool for being Heather's best friend. Not at all what I expected. True I don't know her, but at least she's not walking around like she's got a stick up her butt.

Simone came up to Alan and whispered in his ear, "I hope you don't think that just because I'm ready to fuck someone I hardly know that I'm some kind of wanton hussy." She paused, then said jokingly, "Hell, who am I kidding? I AM a wanton hussy! But still, it takes a special man to interest me." She backed away, laughing.

Heather, who had been leaning in to hear Simone's whispers, looked at Alan a little closer. "Something wrong, big man? Don't you like my friends?"

Alan looked around. "Hi Joy. Hi Janice."

They replied in kind with hellos and friendly waves.

He continued, "No, I'm happy to see you all. It's just that this raises the performance bar. I was expecting a simple, quick fuck, and now I've got a big production. It's not easy to please four girls at once. It takes a lot of energy."

Heather smiled. "Don't worry. Your only goal here is to fuck me. The others are just here to assist with that, unless you want to give Simone or any of the others a quick warm up fuck first. It's up to you. Don't worry about their pleasure. Just worry about yours and mine. Come on. You got me so worked up earlier today; let's get this show on the road!"

Alan again looked around and said to the others. "Are all of you okay with that? Or did Heather put you up to his?"

Janice replied, "Heather didn't need to talk us into this. Given what you said yesterday about not wanting to fuck us anymore, Joy and I figure we should take any opportunity with you we can get."

In actual fact, Heather had a hard time getting Janice to participate due to their mutual feud. Janice was dead against it despite really wanting to fuck Alan because she was even more set against doing anything to help Heather. Then Heather subtly pointed out that it would be an opportunity for Janice to see Joy naked, and even be with and touch Joy naked. That clinched it for Janice.

Simone said to Alan, "I don't want to put any pressure on you or anything, but I'm pretty much in the same boat. You've become quite well-known in certain circles in the girls' locker rooms. Heather and I have gotten into a lot of mischief together. I remember when Heather first talked about you uncertainly, the mysterious 'nerd' she couldn't quite place. Then when she first told me about how the two of you had sex, she tried to pass it off as a joke. But you've come a long way in a short time. Lately she's always talking about you, gushing about what a dream you are. I just had to see for myself what this special guy was made of. It took me a while to get her to agree, but here I am."

Alan was surprised to see Heather profusely blushing. He had a hard time imagining her gushing or calling anyone dreamy, let alone him.

Heather clapped her hands to help quickly change the topic. "Okay, everyone. Enough chatting. No doubt Alan's in a hurry. He always is. So let's do it! Why are we all standing around with our clothes on?"

Clothes started dropping, including Alan's. An idea to teach Heather a lesson of sorts was forming in Alan's mind. He asked, "So. I'm the king of the hill here, right? Heather, you want me to do whatever I want so I'll be happy and do this again, right?"

"Right." Heather started to get worried with where his train of thought was going. She pulled her already damp panties off as she finished undressing.

Alan snapped his fingers while pulling his shorts off and exposing his turgid penis. "Okay. Heather, on your knees in front of me. You're going to blow me to warm me up, since you love that so much." He was sarcastic with this last point, since he knew the one sexual act she enjoyed the least was giving blowjobs. Blowjobs weren't all about her, and giving her the pleasure.

Yet Heather immediately and wordlessly obeyed. She had it badly for him.

Alan found it nearly eerie the way she eagerly crawled over to him and began licking.

Alan trained his eyes on Simone, since she was new, unusual, and alluring. His perception of her was based on the many times he'd scoped her out, usually from a distance. But now she slowly revealed herself and took off her top, Alan realized that she was even hotter and fitter than he'd realized. She was downright muscular, no doubt due to her love of playing sports.

Her body was a lot like Heather's. Alan contemplated that that wasn't so surprising, since the two of them were good friends. Heather wasn't going to associate with someone ugly, or even unremarkable looking. He was well aware of Simone's lovely bubble butt, but he'd never realized just how stacked she was up top. He was surprised enough to ask, "Holy cow, where have you been hiding those things?"

Simone giggled. "Let's just say they were an early Christmas present from my dad. You're one of the first to take them for a test drive."

"Impressive. Give his plastic surgeon my compliments." He thought, I guess that explains that. I remember her being a cup or so smaller a couple of months ago, and it looks like I was right.

He looked down and saw Heather eagerly taking more and more of his erection in her mouth. You can't say she doesn't enjoy this. Actually, I kind of hope she doesn't. Somehow it makes it more fun to see Heather doing something against her will.

Simone stepped forward so Alan could inspect her breasts with his hands, which is exactly what he did. He was even more impressed with their feel - they didn't feel fake.

As if Simone could read his mind, she said, "They feel real because it's mostly real tit flesh in there - I just boosted them a little to get my bra size a tad bit bigger than Heather's. We're awfully competitive with each other."

Heather stopped cocksucking long enough to say, "You see, Alan? You see what I can do for you if you play ball with me? I can bring you girls. Lots of girls. Orgies. Orgies filled with sizzling hot teen pussy. Simone has a great pussy. I fuck all my girlfriends, and she's one of the best. We can have a-"

Alan interrupted her by pushing his penis back into her mouth. "Enough talking, more head, cocksucker." He knew that Heather got turned on by being degraded. On one hand he wanted to punish her by giving her a bad time, but on the other hand he enjoyed giving her the treatment she craved. The latter urge won out, since he was in a bit of a bad mood and it was fun, if immature, to let it out on Heather. Thinking about her hinting at blackmail regarding him and Katherine made him feel mean. Talking more to himself than anyone, he added, "I don't need anyone new. This is probably a really bad idea."

But his libido was in control now. He looked over at Janice. "Hey Janice, you know how to stimulate a prostate? Good. Take my ass." (He didn't want the enemies Heather and Janice close together.)

Then he looked at Joy. "Joy, help Heather with the cocksucking. She's clearly such a bad lover that she needs at least three other girls to help her please a man."

Heather was going to protest that, but Alan kept his hands firmly on her head and his penis deep in her mouth, preventing her from talking. On a whim, Alan forcibly prevented Heather from pulling away, even though she struggled to do so. Finally, it appeared that she was running out of breath. She looked at him venomously and scraped his penis with her teeth, just enough to warn him.

Alan finally backed off, but not before noticing how much Heather got off on being forced.

Janice and Joy both got busy with their new tasks.

Heather went from full on deep cocksucking to long licks up and down Alan's pole, so she could accommodate Joy kneeling next to her. But Heather was extremely hot to trot and determined to outdo Joy in every way. In addition to giving the dual blowjob her all, she lay over one of his legs and used her whole body to constantly rub him everywhere she could touch him. She was surprised at how much she was enjoying the blowjob, especially since Alan had forced her to keep doing it.

Simone stood nearby watching for a couple of minutes. She said to Heather (though Heather was so consumed with her licking and rubbing that Simone was doubtful she was listening), "Fucking unreal. Okay, I'm starting to believe the hype. I've never seen three girls on one guy before. And I don't know any guy who wouldn't have busted a nut already from that much stimulation. Wow."

Heather surprisingly replied while still licking, "Fucking unreal is right! What did I tell you? I figured he'd have all four of us on him before long - that's why I didn't just bring you. Just wait until you feel the things he does with his hip thrusts. Or the way his cum tastes. You know how I HATE to swallow, but this is different. Mmmm. Remember Alan, you promised me this load! And the next one. Mmmm..."

Alan had been enjoying himself so much that he'd temporarily forgotten Simone, but now he looked up and admired her dangling orbs as she leaned forward to get a better view. He said, "My apologies for Heather's interruption. She keeps thinking there are people who want to hear her talking, when naturally the only thing she should do with her mouth is suck cocks and lick pussy. I don't know how you can stand her as a friend. Although I suppose it's nice to have a human cunt for a pet, always ready to stop, drop, and eat you whenever she's ordered to."

Simone laughed. "She lets you treat her like this? I can't believe it! She never told me about THIS! Needless to say, she's hardly my cunt pet. Or are you, Heather?" Simone laughed some more, obviously fantasizing for a moment that what Alan was saying was true.

Alan tsk-tsked. "Has Heather been talking again? I warned her not to do that anymore. She'll say the craziest things when her tongue isn't busy with a cunt or a dick. She even makes some people feel intimidated. Can you imagine that - a pet cunt acting all haughty? Simone, do you keep her on a leash? I assume you do. In the future I recommend you keep her on a shorter leash."

Heather had just taken all of Alan's penis head in her mouth, but she still managed to let out a loud moan of pure arousal upon hearing that.

Alan went on, "And in the future, don't let her walk on two feet, like people do. That just gives her ideas. She belongs on her back getting fucked, but failing that, she should crawl."

Simone was more than a little surprised. "Heather? Are you just going to take that? Aren't you going to kick him in the nuts?"

Heather moaned again with undisguised lust.

Alan was pleased to see that Heather was getting quite excited. It helped that Janice was reaching around and fondling Heather's clit with the hand that wasn't playing with Alan's ass.

He let go of Heather's head, curious to hear what she'd say (which depended on if she'd gotten in the mood yet). He asked, "So, cunt, what do you have to say to Simone?"

Heather pulled Alan's penis out of her mouth and gasped for breath for a few moments. She looked up at Simone and said contritely, "Sorry, Simone. I've been bad. I haven't been sucking enough of Alan's cock. When I'm without cock, it makes me start to think and stuff. And that just hurts my head." She rubbed her head as if saying that many words was painful.

Simone was beyond shocked. She could see that Heather was just acting an outlandish role, but she was obviously really getting into it, joyfully hamming it up.

Alan said, "Simone, by the way, my hands are free. Bring your lovely rack over here."

Simone was puzzled what he meant, then boggled at his suggestion. Whoa. Apparently three cheerleaders aren't enough for him?! She walked to his side, sat down, and leaned forward over him so he could have easy access to her chest.

As Alan began idly fondling Simone's boobs, he pressed Heather, "So, cunt, what about all that walking?"

Heather bewailed theatrically, "It's horrible! Simone not only won't let me crawl to my classes, but she doesn't even let me wear my leash to school. And I have to wear clothes, like, everywhere!" She giggled with a surprisingly uninhibited girlishness then resumed her inexperienced but inspired cocksucking.

Alan looked up at Simone. He tsk-tsked again, even while he continued to fondle her very dark-skinned tits. Her nipples were even darker. "Simone, I thought you were a good friend. Owning a slave is a great responsibility. Surely you of all people in our school, with the history of black slavery in this country, should know how important it is to treat a slave well. You make her wear clothes? Like she's some kind of normal person?"

Simone grinned. "I'm afraid I do." She was warming up to Alan despite all the weirdness and found herself running her hands all over his chest. She was partly inspired to see just how much stimulation he could handle at once.

Alan then asked, "And what about branding? I don't see any branding or even a tattoo. If you own this cunt, I expect to see a big 'S' on one of her ass cheeks at the very least. Where's the tattoo?"

Heather groaned quite loudly in extreme arousal. Her whole body started to buckle over Alan's leg as if she was being soundly fucked.

Simone shook her head in amazement. She replied, "I'm afraid I haven't gotten around to that just yet."

Alan said in a severe voice, "If you don't brand your toy, then anyone can claim her. In fact, I think I'll put my own mark on her in a little while. A big 'A' brand on her left ass cheek, which I'll douse with a fresh load of cum."

Heather moaned even louder.

He added, "I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished for your lax Heather ownership."

Simone muttered slowly and uncomprehendingly, "Lax? ... Slave? ... Heather?" She was still visibly stunned to see the proud Heather willingly act like this. I thought I knew Heather better than anyone else. If other guys are at all forward or aggressive with her, she stomps on their balls and eats them for lunch. What's going on here?!

CHAPTER 3

Alan said to the three girls on him, "Okay, enough. I need a break."

Everyone lay recovering for a couple of minutes. Even though all the sex had been extremely Alan-centric so far, everyone was having a good time.

Heather in particular was unusually aroused, which was saying a lot given her powerful sex drive.

Once Alan felt able to go on, he ordered Simone, "Get on that table over there. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a good fucking before I do anything else. I'm curious to see what fucking a black woman is like. ... Joy, please get her a pillow and put it over there."

Heather complained, "Hey, you're here to fuck ME! That's the deal. These girls are my fluffers!"

But Alan just said, "Heather, you don't understand your place in life yet, do you? I think I'll not only brand you with a great big 'A' on one cheek, but I'll put a big 'P' on the other."

Joy asked Janice, "A. P.? Does that stand for Alan Plummer?"

Janice smirked. "Maybe. Personally, I think it stands for Alan's Pussy."

Alan was smirking too. "Actually, Joy was right at first, but I like Janice's idea better. Don't you, Heather?"

Even though everyone was taking a break and no one was touching anyone else, it was clear that Heather was dangerously close to climax. She bit her lip in an attempt to control her arousal, which prevented her from talking. She also forced herself not to vigorously nod in agreement, as she feared that doing so would push her over the edge in a very embarrassing way.

Alan turned his attention back to Simone. "Hey, are you going to get on that table or what?"

Simone staggered back onto the table and found herself crawling up onto it. She looked up at Alan with a bit of fear. She didn't understand how much of his domineering persona was an act. She half-expected him to really pull out a brand and she was so flabbergasted that she didn't know what to think.

He commanded, "Bend your legs back and hold onto your ankles. Or are you here to play chess? Get to it!" His aggressive role-play with Heather was accidentally rubbing off in the way he treated others.

Simone followed his command then muttered, "It's true."

"What's true?" Alan shook the other girls off of him and walked over to the table. He positioned himself over Simone to mount her.

She repeated, "It's true! What people are whispering about you. How you're the greatest fuck in school. Look what you've done to Heather! I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. Please don't do that to me? I like my freedom! Don't make me your slave?"

Joy grinned like a brainwashed cult member. "If you think that's something, just wait until he fucks you."

Janice added, "He makes the boys of this school look like the premature ejaculators they are. Emphasis on 'boy.' But Alan's a MAN."

"Okay, you all," Alan chided. He got embarrassed at such praise and actually didn't like it. "That's enough. Heather, come here and feed my dick into Simone. You're one of the fluffers now. I want you to jack or lick it as much as you can until I get going at a good pace. Joy and Janice, do whatever you want to both me and Simone and yourselves to liven things up. After all, this is an orgy."

Janice suddenly got excited at the prospect of touching Joy, but she tried to hide it from her voice. With alarm in her voice but hope in her heart, she asked, "Wait. Alan, you're saying the rest of us should, like, do lesbian things to each other? You want me to get physical with Joy, even?"

He looked at Janice's face and saw how she was trying to hide her eagerness.

He thought, I don't know what this is about, but it looks like I can make Janice really happy.

He said commandingly, "Yes. Of course. You two get physical with each other, and Heather, and Simone too. Joy, you suck on Simone's tits while Janice eats you out. If you do a really good job, I might fuck you first next time."

Janice rushed behind Joy so she could pump her fist into the air in triumph without Joy seeing.

Alan couldn't help but laugh in sympathy at Janice's happiness. But then he turned back to his main task of the moment, fucking Simone.

Alan stood poised with his penis a mere inch or two from Simone's pussy lips while Heather both licked and jacked him off. He could hear her repeatedly mumbling, "Cum, dammit! Cum!"

The wait was excruciating for Simone, but she endured it. The fact that Heather was so passionately licking her pussy lips as she focused on where Alan was almost entering her just built up her lust and made waiting that much harder to do.

Heather was reluctant to give up the dick she was both stroking and licking, but some loud coughs from Alan finally got her to act. She finally started to push Alan's dick into Simone's steamy hole.

Simone let out a great breath of relief. She let out a deeper sigh of pleasure as the thick intrusion pushed a couple of inches deeper into her.

But then it stopped. Heather was unwilling to give up any more of the penis that she was still holding and loving. The penis head was completely consumed by Simone's tight slit, but that still left Heather a lot of inches to play with.

Heather had been laboring for many long minutes at getting Alan to climax and still he hadn't climaxed (although she had, once already). She was absolutely possessed with determination to get him to cum, even though she knew that would mean he would shoot into Simone. In fact, in a surprisingly unselfish way, she truly wanted Simone to share in the joy of feeling Alan's hot cum spurting into her.

Simone, in her own desperate need, began wiggling her hips and squeezing her pussy muscles to get at least a little fucking action going. She could have just started thrusting back and forth but she was worried about trapping Heather's face between Alan's thighs and herself.

Another thing that kept her from pushing Heather away was the simple shock of feeling Heather in such a subservient position. Simone had been in orgies with Heather before, but she'd never seen or imagined Heather actually feeding a penis into someone else. The orgies (usually all girl "slumber parties") inevitably centered around Heather. Simone wanted to prolong the experience to better remember it later.

But then Alan started to get antsy. Although Simone didn't know what she was doing with her pussy squeezing, her moves were having a big effect, especially combined with Heather's worshipful licking and stroking. Further, he'd been building up the need to cum ever since running into Heather in the stinky bathroom and his need for release was intense. He didn't want to lose his load before he could really get started with Simone because he knew that it was important to make a good first impression.

So, without saying anything, he slowly pushed his erection all the way into Simone until Heather had to let go. As his pubic hair came into contact with Simone's ass, Heather was forced to withdraw her head out of the way. Then he gradually pulled back out.

Heather eagerly grabbed the now pussy-soaked stick and licked and squeezed it while she could, until it disappeared again. She flicked her tongue all over it, even more turned on to know it now that had Simone's juices all over it as well.

Suddenly Heather exclaimed, "GOD, it's so GOOD!" She sucked and licked and stroked Alan's penis so ardently that Alan couldn't help but pause for a while before pushing back into Simone so Heather could do her thing.

As Alan paused, he said to Simone, "Don't be alarmed. I'm not going to fuck you into a slave or something. I don't have that power. Heather is like this because she wants to be, and only for a time. At other times, she acts like her usual bitch-self with me. Believe me. You should have seen the way she was pushing me around this morning with all her demands. This is just an ordinary fuck, so relax and enjoy it." He wanted to diminish the sky-high expectations everyone was creating.

Joy looked up from Simone's tit that she'd been licking. She seemed content enough with all the lesbian activity going on around her, even though she wasn't naturally inclined that way.

Alan forgot about her inclinations, since he was so used to every female he came across being bisexual.

Joy stared seriously at Simone and said half-jokingly, "Don't believe him. He'll turn you into his sex slave. Look at the three of us and what we're doing. Enjoy your last few minutes of freedom - once you climax, it's all over!"

Alan slowly slid into Simone and then back out. The stroke took over a minute. Then he paused again, which greatly pleased Heather, because it gave her many more long moments to work on his penis with her fingers and tongue. He looked at Joy and said, "Joy, please. No joking. Tell Simone that you're just joking."

Joy was back at Simone's nipple and wasn't intent on stopping again.

But Alan tapped on her until she finally relented. He said again, "Come on. Don't freak her out. Tell her you're joking already."

Joy looked at Simone. "Okay. I'm joking. Kind of. The fact is, Alan is a great fuck. Janice is right. He makes the other guys look like the inexperienced boys they are. Look at him: he's drowning in female flesh and he's hardly fazed. He may not literally blow your mind, but it's a mind blowing experience all the same."

"Okay, Joy. That's enough," Alan griped.

Everyone went back to what they were doing for a couple of minutes. Alan was still making extremely slow strokes into Simone so Heather would have a chance to stay involved and back away when need be.

After a while Alan looked again over at Joy and Janice. He saw that Joy had given up on licking Simone's tit and was leaning back, completely absorbed by the pussy licking Janice was giving her. He remembered now that Joy said she didn't go for lesbian sex, and just from her facial expression he couldn't tell if she was in agony or ecstasy. So he asked, "Joy, how's it going over there?"

"Well, you want Janice to do this," was all Joy said. Her tone was neutral as well.

Alan decided that he'd talk to Joy alone some time later. He thought, I feel bad. I'm getting so haughty and insensitive. Am I just using Janice and Joy for my own pleasure or am I helping push them together? Do I really care what happens to them? I feel the temptation of just letting go and giving in to my darker urges. Especially when my libido is in control, like it is right now. I have to fight it!

Simone suddenly cried out, "Alan, I can't take it anymore! Heather, get off and let him really fuck me! This slow shit is great to a point but now I need a solid nailing. That penis is MINE, girl! Fuck me now, Alan! Really go at it!"

Alan complied, especially since he was feeling the same way. He began pushing in and out at a normal fucking pace. There was no room for Heather anymore so he said to her, "You heard your mistress, Cunt Girl. Twiddle her clit and keep your finger up my asshole while you watch me fuck."

Heather, surprisingly, put up resistance and refused. "No, Alan! Fuck me instead. Please! I've been waiting for this! I'm so keyed up. If you don't fuck me now I'm gonna die!"

Alan paused in his thrusting and all action stopped. He said to Simone, "See what happens when you're lax with your slave? This kind of annoying shit. Well, Heather, if you're going to be so difficult. I'll tell you what. Lie down and have Simone lie on top of you. That way, I'll have a choice of fucks."

"Yes!" Heather was happy and gladly did what he commanded. She lay on her back and Simone lay face down on top of her, so their pussies and tits could rub against each other.

Alan stood behind and probed with his penis at the two pussies lined up on top of each other. He commented, "You two are easily the darkest fucks I've ever had. But Heather, even though your skin is so tanned, your pussy is nice and pink and creamy. Simone's on the other hand is a lovely chocolate brown, just like the rest of her. Which one should I go for? Chocolate or cream?"

He probed with his penis, slightly entering one pussy only to pull out after going in an inch. Then he'd do the same to the other. Both girls were insane with anticipation and held their breath, hoping to be chosen.

Finally Alan chose Simone, as he knew he would all along. He just wanted to torture Heather a bit more. As he pushed in all the way to Simone's succulent depths, he said, "Sorry, Heather. Looks like Simone wins. Problem is, I prefer chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. Mmmm. Yum."

Heather cried out, "Alan! No! Why are you doing this to me? God, that was so close!"

"Heather, you need a good de-bitching. You're too stuck up. Now shut up because you're ruining my fuck!"

Simone pressed closer onto Heather, so their lips met. She kissed the head cheerleader and really gave the deep kiss her all. At the same time, she worked hard to keep her tits rubbing into Heather's.

This was a bit of a diplomatic move, because with all the kissing and rubbing, Heather was unable to talk or respond to Alan. She was trapped beneath Simone, and eventually resigned herself to that fact. She felt tamed, tricked, and defeated, but kind of liked it. The more Alan denied her and defeated her, the more she wanted him.

Alan slowly built up a head of steam with Simone, plunging into her faster and faster. After all the praise he felt the need to live up to his reputation, and took his time building up the pace until they were speeding along at a fast fuck.

Alan had Simone cumming long before he got near his own peak. Eventually he reached a frantic slamming mode.

Heather bounced up and down below them like a human pillow, absorbing every single thrust. She found it maddening yet arousing.

Alan finally reached his peak and aggressively pumped his seed into Simone while she cried and cried incoherently.

Finally taking some pity on Heather, he went at her clit aggressively even while he was climaxing, causing Heather to cum at the same time as the rest of them.

When it was over, Alan looked around and saw Joy and Janice on the floor next to them. Janice now had a dildo in her hand and was using it on Joy's pussy most vigorously. Joy seemed to be having climaxes of her own, though she wasn't returning the attentions in any way.

Finally all was still. Everyone climaxed and had to recover.

CHAPTER 4

Heather, gratefully able to roll out from under the other two, asked her friend Simone, "So. How was it? Did I tell you, or what? Isn't he the bomb?"

Simone was still trying to catch her breath. But she opened her eyes wide in a frustrated attempt to convey some of her tangled emotions. Finally, between breaths she managed to gasp out, "Damn!"

Alan looked up at Heather. "Oh, it's you, Cunt Girl. What did I tell you about talking? It's likely to fry your tiny brain. Get back to licking something. I'm wiped out and Janice and Joy look content, so get busy on the mess between your mistress's legs."

Simone protested, "No, really, you don't have to do that. I'm so sensitive and sore down there right now..."

But Alan insisted. He didn't fully understand how sensitive women could get after cumming.

Heather gave Simone a minute or two to recover, then got licking.

Simone immediately found herself wriggling again, especially since Heather was really working her clit. They knew each other's bodies quite well and Heather knew just what to do to get her friend off. But Simone still tried to answer Heather's "Isn't he the bomb?" question. "God, Alan, that was fantastic. That WAS the bomb. A fucking nuclear bomb. As far as I'm concerned, you can fuck me anytime. I don't care if I'm in the middle of getting fucked by my boyfriend. If Heather gives me the call, I'll be there."

Alan groaned with dismay. "Boyfriend? Don't tell me you have one too?"

"Yeah. You probably know him. He's the tall tight end who catches all the touchdowns."

Alan groaned even louder. He thought, She could have called him the extremely tall and LARGE tight end who could kick my ass with both hands tied behind his back. Big, scary black guy. Just my luck. He probably knows the guy who harassed me and accused me of stealing girlfriends. Well, he's right. I didn't even bother to ask if Simone had a boyfriend BEFORE fucking her. Duh!

Alan griped, "Oh man. Simone, I like you and all, but I never meant to get between you and your boyfriend. Now I feel bad. If Amy slept around on me, I don't know what I'd do."

That got a few derisive snorts.

Janice, who never shirked from speaking her mind, said, "Let me see if I get this straight, Alan. You're lazing in between four naked women, all of whom you've fucked recently, and you're bemoaning the possibility that Amy might one day sleep with another guy." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Uh huh."

"Okay, I'm a hypocrite," Alan replied. "I know that. The thing is, Amy really IS cool with me doing this, for whatever reason. Call me blessed. But Simone, I highly doubt your boyfriend is cool with this. Is he?"

"No. But he's not like my 'boyfriend' boyfriend. He's just a guy I've been dating for a few weeks. I doubt I'll be dating him much longer, especially after you opened my eyes today that I don't have to settle for yet another selfish fucker. We don't have some kind of going steady commitment, so don't feel bad."

"Oh. Good. 'Cos I'd like to do it with you again sometime." He got up and began putting on his clothes. He announced, "Okay, that's it. I'm out of here. Thanks for all the fun."

Heather stopped her licking of Simone's pussy and protested. "Wait a minute! You didn't fuck me yet! This is all about you fucking me. That's why I called us all together. That's the whole fucking point! "

Alan gave her a mischievous smile. "Thanks for that, but you must admit it's a much higher priority for me to fuck your mistress than it is to fuck a lowly Cunt Girl."

"No it's not!" Heather protested. "You have to fuck meeeee! My tongue is really to fall off from all the licking you made me do. You owe me!"

"So you implicitly admit that Simone is your mistress. That's a good first step."

The buxom blonde complained, "I admit no such thing! Alan, the fuck is over. Stop the playing around and get back to our normal roles with each other."

"Cunt Girl, don't be difficult or we'll have to get your leash out and take you for a walk around the school. I hope everyone's gone home, but you never can tell. I imagine the football team is out practicing. I wonder what they'll think. Really, Simone. You need to train her better."

Simone was all smiles. "Sorry. I'll remember what you said. Shorter leash. No clothes. More crawling. A big 'S' tattoo." She joked, "Maybe a doggy bowl too for her to eat her meals with?"

Heather looked up and gave her best friend the evil eye.

"I like the doggy bowl. Now you've got the spirit." Alan added, "Tell you what, Simone. You put a big 'S' on one ass cheek and I'll put a big 'A' on her other ass cheek. How would you like that, Heather?"

Heather complained, "I said the playing is over." But her voice lacked conviction. Even now, it was clear such thoughts excited her greatly.

Joy noted with glee, "A. S. Hmmm. That spells 'Alan's Slut.'"

Janice noted with even more glee, "Or 'Alan's Slave.'"

Joy further suggested, "Or 'Anal Servant,' maybe?"

"Hey, you two!" Heather barked. "Shut UP!" But her cheeks were turning red from blushing and arousal. Secretly, she liked all three suggestions.

Alan pretended to ponder, "I wonder, where can one go these days to get one's slut branded? I mean, there are tattoo parlors all over the place, but no branding parlors. Such a shame."

Simone caught up to the spirit of things and said, "I guess it's a just a D.I.Y. thing. Do it yourself. Buy your own brand."

"Wow, that would be pretty intense," Alan mused. "The burning smell, the red hot poker... Hey! Maybe I could do it with a barbeque grill. You know, invite over all my friends to witness my slut branding. We could make it a big party. Heather would be the only one bound and naked, of course."

Heather walked right up to Alan and stared into his eyes from just inches away with the most intimidating look she could muster. "Alan, if you don't fuck me right now, you're going to DIE! I swear, I'm going to kill you! I'll turn you into a social nobody! I'll make you so hated at school that you'll wish that I killed you for real!" Her whole body was trembling with desire from the conversation.

Alan turned back to Simone. "Did you hear something? I thought I heard someone talking."

Simone was all grins. "What? No."

"Me neither. Sluts who want to get fucked know better than to make threats, so it must be my imagination."

Heather let out a great big groan of frustration. "Arrrggh!" The fact that Alan completely ignored her aroused her even more. She stomped away in an effort to compose herself.

Alan continued with Simone, "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? Some guys are getting jealous and it could get ugly. Okay?"

Simone nodded, realizing he was being serious for once. "Okay."

Alan quickly dressed and left before Heather realized he was really going. He wished he could stay and see the fallout from what Janice did to Joy, but he figured he should leave on a high note, before Heather's usual bitchy personality completely reasserted itself.

Heather turned her head around at the sound of the door slamming, and then pounded a fist into her open hand. She'd been moping and had no idea he'd go so soon.

The other three girls were all smirking at her. Simone was starting to joke, "So. Fido, do you-"

Heather shot such an intensely hateful look at Simone that Simone completely froze. "Shut up! Don't even THINK it!"

Simone meekly nodded. She knew it was extremely unwise to cross Heather when she was mad.

Heather pointed to each girl in turn and said, "Okay, you all. That's enough! I don't have to remind you how I can destroy any or all of you at my slightest whim." She let out a shrill scream, "DO NOT CROSS ME!"

They all bowed their heads in the face of her withering stare. The situation was suddenly very uncomfortable, because Heather had reasserted her authority but ideas of brandings and doggy bowls were still on everyone's minds. Soon all the girls put their clothes on and made to leave.

Simone thought as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, I thought that was too good to last. I guess Bizarro World only lasts as long as Alan's in the room. Looks like I'll have to put off that 'S' branding for another day. ... As if that'll ever happen. But it's fun to dream after all the shit Heather puts me through. ... Man alive, that Alan is fun though. I can't wait to do this again and carry on where we left off. Maybe I should bring a doggy bowl, just in case we could put it to good use. Heh-heh!

Alan thought that he'd won a victory of sorts, that he'd given Heather the message not to force him into anything. But he was half right and all wrong. He only had a partial understanding about her: he knew how to turn her on, but not how to turn her off. If he wanted to get rid of her he needed to act fawning and always say yes, like all the other guys around her did. Because of the way he treated her and repeatedly bested her, she desired him all the more.

And yet she wasn't simply submissive about it, because at the same time she seriously vowed to get revenge.

Heather consoled herself as she shimmied into her tight clothes, Okay, that was a bit embarrassing. Okay, MORE than a bit embarrassing - that was completely humiliating! But I still hold all the cards. Actually, more cards now. By getting Janice to attend, and using the lure of Joy, I've shown that I can get Janice to do what I want as long as I keep the Joy lure dangling. And where Janice goes, Joy follows. I can force those two closer together physically, and then Janice is going to permanently owe me, big time. That'll be extra delicious because she wants to get back at me so bad but she can't because I'm the one who can put her together with Joy naked. It'll be fun to watch her squirm, having all this shit on me but unable to use it. Ha!

Then there's Simone. Screw all this "mistress" shit. The fact is, she'll do what I say, especially now I've got her googly about Alan. She's been far too rebellious with me lately, but I can use the Alan lure to keep her better under my thumb. If I tell her to jump to have sex with Alan, she'll ask how high. I just have to get Kim on my side, too, and I'll have most of my cheerleading squad at my disposal. They're all my natural allies, and will want to see Amy put down into her place so Alan will look to us and not to her for his fucks. We can work as a team against Glory, too. They're just timid at the moment because Amy's so nice and Glory's a teacher.

Then there's Katherine. She's the key. I've got to prove what she's really doing with her brother and then I'll be able to control Alan like a puppet. I just KNOW there's something going on there. Won't it be delicious? Alan thinks he's so funny calling me "Cunt Girl." Well, I think I'll call my new boyfriend "Cock Boy." "Come here, Cock Boy. Lick my feet. You're going to stay in and fuck me all night long. Just me. Come here, Simone. Stick his fat impaler in me and lick it if you get a chance whenever he pulls out. That's all you get. And no back talking, slave girl!"

Ha! HA! That'll show them. Alan looks like he's in the driver's seat now, but soon I'll have total control over everyone who was here today. Maybe I'll brand HIM!

She found herself growing aroused again as she thought about how he treated her. Dammit!

CHAPTER 5

Alan had to walk home since he'd been driven to school in the morning and Susan wasn't there to pick him up. As he walked, his mind filled with regrets over what he'd done with Heather and the others.

He thought, Just yesterday I'd made a vow to steer clear of those exact people so I could spend more quality time with the ones I really love. What do I do? I go and fuck Kim yesterday, and the rest of the other cheerleaders today. What's worse, I've added a gorgeous new girl. Simone seems as affected as the others by my fucking. What gives with that? She was wet and hot even before I started fucking her. Did all that talk with Heather get her going? Are all the other guys in school really that pathetic at fucking? Whatever. I guess I can't understand it.

The point is, I've dug myself into an even deeper hole. The problem is, now I have to go home and pay the piper. At least I can take my time walking there. That'll give me a chance to recover.

I know exactly what's gonna happen when I get home from school. Mom vowed that she would take it easy and resort to nothing but stealth stroking for the rest of the day, but that's sooo not gonna to happen. She's gonna be in serious cock withdrawal by the time I get there. It's a Tuesday, for crying out loud. And the anal sex this morning only partially sated her, because that means she hasn't sucked cock since yesterday morning. That's bad. Well, in a relative sense, heh-heh. She'll be needy, despite her desire to give me a break.

He figured his mother would be all over him. However, Katherine would also be home by then. He imagined his sister would just sit in her room, glum at missing out on all the fun (the one good thing about her new slavish attitude is that she obeyed his requests). He in fact still wanted to take things easy, so he came up with a plan to get his sister to take up his mother's attention and considerable sexual energy.

He also thought about how Susan was singing the Monty Python song "Every Sperm Is Sacred" off and on for much of the morning before he left for school. With that in mind, he walked a little bit out of his way, stopped by a music store, and bought a CD with that song on it.

When he got home, Susan was in the kitchen wearing her erotic topless apron and cooking up an after school snack for him and Katherine. She seemed pretty mellow and motherly, even though she looked more like a porn star playing a mother role.

He gave her a friendly peck on the cheek, and asked, "What are you making?"

"Cookies. They're almost done, and I know you like them. Oatmeal and raisin. But is that how you're going to greet me? With a timid little kiss like your father would give me? I'm hurt. I've been waiting for you, and you're so late from school... No doubt you were fucking a whole bevy of women while keeping your ugly mommy waiting." She pouted with dramatic flair.

He thought, Little does she know just how true that is! Minus the ugly mommy part, of course. He kissed her on the cheek again, but that was it. "I'm in homework mode. Remember?"

But she looked at him and her eyes went wide. "You DID, didn't you?! Don't lie to your mother; mommies always know when their children lie."

Stalling for time, Alan asked, "What?"

"Don't play dumb! I can still smell a teeny bit of your cum. I'd recognize that mouthwatering scent anywhere." But she wasn't angry at all. "How many were there?"

"Um, four."

"Four?! Gaaaawwd! That gets me SO HOT!" Her mellow mood was gone and she was starting to pant, just from hearing that one fact. There was a wild look in her eyes. "All cheerleaders?"

"Uh, three of them."

"Damn!" She bit her lip as she tried not to get too excited. It reminded Alan of how Heather had done the same thing a short time before.

"By the way, Mom, what about clothing? Remember that you promised to dress conservatively?"

She pouted even more, "When you said 'conservative' you didn't actually mean covering up my tits too, did you? That's cruel. My tits are so big that they practically DEMAND to be released from their cruel confinement. It's bad enough that you go pounding cheerleader cunt all afternoon, but don't make me wear clothes too!"

"But can't you put something on them? Maybe something loose?"

"No, loose is bad. When the fabric occasionally rubs across my nipples, it gets them hard but you're not here to suck!"

"What about something tight?"

"On no! That's even worse! Then the rubbing on my nipples is constant and I go out of my mind dreaming of your cock!"

He looked doubtful. He really didn't want to get too carried away sexually when he had dozens of hours of homework to make up.

She saw that and reassured him, "Look, I'm good. I can behave. Look how this apron covers up my pussy." She flipped up the apron so he could have a good, long look at the pussy in question. "And look how it covers the ass." She turned and gave him a long flash of her ass, while she seductively rubbed it. "Two out of three ain't bad, right?"

Alan laughed. "Okay. You're right. Stay topless for now, but nothing more, okay? And I guess I would be remiss in my duties as a dutiful son not to 'get your attention' a little better. But give my dick a break, okay?"

He fondled her ass and tits and wherever else he liked for the next couple of minutes. There was a healthy dose of French kissing, too.

Susan moaned and mmmmed appreciatively the whole time. She gave his penis a break in the sense that she didn't drop to her knees and suck it, but she continually rubbed against it with whatever parts of her body were closest. More often than not, that meant bare hips or ass cheeks.

She moaned, "Tiger, I'm so PROUD of you! You really showed those cheerleaders their place, didn't you? Who were they exactly?"

"Um, Mom, I can't kiss and tell."

"You mean you can't FUCK and tell! I just think of you flipping up those short little cheerleader skirts and taking the whole team, one by one, while the others wait for their turn, and I get, well, SO HOT!" She giggled, knowing full well that she said "so hot" too much, but that was exactly how she felt. She turned around so she could rub her big breasts on his chest and feel his hot erection pulsing against her stomach. She dropped her apron so it wouldn't get in the way.

Alan was quite turned on, but unfortunately for Susan the dropping of the apron reminded him not to get too carried away. He strengthened his resolve not to spend all his free time on sex and said, "Sorry, Mom. I really gotta go upstairs and work. But we can play later, okay?"

"Oh, POO!" She was in full-on pout mode as she picked up her apron and put it back on. "I'm going to hold you to that promise though, and I do literally mean hold you." She winked and mimicked jacking him off with a hand pumping in the air.

He smiled and then went upstairs to get his sister. That naturally led to another attention getting session with Katherine in her bedroom, with some fingerfucking, but he kept it short and stopped after he gave her a quick climax. Then he brought her downstairs so they could all partake in the cookies, now coming fresh out of the oven.

Susan was delighted to see Katherine. The two of them kissed and groped as if they'd been separated for ages. Then attention fell to the cookies.

Susan said teasingly to her son, "Don't think I'll just give you these cookies for free. But I'm open to alternative payment ideas. For instance, a cookie for cum swap." She smiled and winked.

She offered them the plate of cookies, and Alan said while winking back, "I think that can be arranged. But in stealth stroking fashion."

Susan harrumphed, but accepted that.

"Mom, how am I going to pay for my cookies?" Katherine asked, hoping to get into the action. She'd already changed from her school clothes into something sexy by the time she came back downstairs, but she pulled the straps off of what barely qualified as a top while she asked her question, hoping that would help give her mother some ideas.

Susan was eager to work on those ideas. "Angel, if you'll work with me to provide Tiger some visual stimulation, that'll be worth a couple of cookies. Why don't you come over here and rub your tits against mine? It's not like Mommy's into women, well not exactly, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to get all of our family sex stud's nasty sperm out."

Katherine happily did as she was told. But rather than engage in a kiss as well, they both pushed their chests as far out as they could and held their heads back, trying to highlight their tit mashing as much as possible.

"How do you like this, Tiger?" Susan asked while rubbing her nipples against her daughter's.

"It's great. Look, it made my wee wee accidentally pop out of my pants," he said, acting all innocent and confused, like he was eight years old. He was in a playful mood. But he also had a plan that would allow him to take a nap and then do some homework: get Katherine and Susan together and then slip away.

However, first Susan had a cocksucking need to fill. "Don't worry, Son, Mommy knows how to take care of your boo boo." She disengaged from Katherine and assumed the usual position: on her knees in front of her son's hard erection.

Oh God yes! This is the life! What I've been waiting for all day long... Thank you Lord, for this cocky and spermy bounty.

She sniffed it. "Mmmm. I wonder how many strange pussies have been riding this thing today!" Then she started licking, excited with the prospect that she might be able to taste pussy juice on it.

"But Mom, I'm afraid Katherine is going to need to provide a lot more help like that today," Alan spoke as his mother wrapped her tongue around his shaft. "My penis is pretty worn out, and I'm afraid only a lot of hot lesbian action between mother and daughter can help revive it." He undid the strap on Susan's back holding the apron up.

Susan would have liked to respond to his comment, but her mouth was busy with other things. She repeatedly made her favorite "Mmmm mmmm MMMM!" sounds.

So Katherine spoke instead. "Don't worry, I'd be more than happy to help you out with that, Big Whale Bone Brother. After all, our number one goal is to help with your stimulation. Don't you agree, Mom?"

Susan emphatically mumbled an affirmative "Mmmm hmmm" between slurps and moans.

"Great," said Alan. "Let's all grab some cookies and go to your bedroom, Mom. I like lying on top of you in your bed, the way a true husband of yours should."

Susan popped his penis out of her mouth to say, "Tiger, you fucking stud! I want you in my bed on top of me. That's where you belong! God that is sooo true! That's one of the perks of being the man of the house. Angel, did you hear what he just said? Oh my! This is just too exciting!"

In Susan's excitement to get to her bed, she didn't even mind relinquishing his erection from her mouth.

Alan was glad about that, as he resolved to save his cum and work his way to his books.

Once in Susan's bedroom, Alan didn't get on her bed as promised. Instead, he said, "My penis is still all tired out, and I'm in a take it easy mode. You two get started. I'll just stay here and watch for a while." He fully intended to watch until mother and daughter were fully into each other, and then sneak off to his room.

Katherine went to the phone by the bed first. She dialed, and then spoke into the phone, "Amy? What'cha doin'? ... Wanna come over here? Alan's got a problem, and I think you'd be well suited to take it in hand, if you know what I mean." Her words were a bit vague in case Brad or Eric overheard on another line, but the meaning was clear enough for Amy.

She put down the phone and explained to her brother, "I'm concerned you might get too excited and touch yourself. I thought that just in case that happens, it's best to have Amy's fingers and mouth in reserve."

Susan smiled up at Katherine, who was in the process of lying down on her. "Good thinking, Angel. Tiger, hold out until Amy's soft hands get over here, and that's an order." She added in a really silly baby voice, "Otherwise I'll be forced to disengage and suck your boo boo until you pee your sweet gooey goo all over the back of my throat."

But Alan responded, "Hey. I'm doing just fine watching. Amy won't be needed. Just think of me as an official United Nations peacekeeping observer or something."

Katherine now fully lay down on top of Susan. The two of them had played around a good deal while kissing on a number of occasions, but they hadn't really explored each other's pussies yet. There was no doubt that was going to happen now.

Alan sat in a chair with a hand on his prick and said, "Okay you two, I'm ready to see something really hot. Have fun." He reluctantly took his hand away from his crotch and resolved to not get caught up in the sex. His books beckoned, true, but he wasn't thinking about that too much anymore. Mostly he was mindful that his body could only handle so much stimulation. His penis was dangerously sore at the moment.

"Angel dear," Susan said to Katherine, "are you sure you want this?" She winked up at her daughter as she pinched an erect nipple above her. "If Alan forces me to go down on you and lick your juicy, tight twat, do you want to force your poor mother to do that? Should we give him what he wants?"

"I'm very sure. Let's just do it. Plus, I still need to earn some more cum points for those yummy cookies."

Susan giggled. "All right. I suppose it was inevitable. You know, you two, you're turning your mother all lesbo. It's cruel the things you force me to do. But I've learned that resistance is useless. I have no choice but to submit!" Susan tried to sound distraught, but she was far too excited to do a convincing job of it, or even to sound playfully distraught. She was simply ecstatic.

The two Plummer women proceeded to go after each other in a no holds barred fashion. They were already sufficiently intimate with each other, so they could be very relaxed and just enjoy themselves. However, knowing her mother's vagina and anus were sore and sensitive, Katherine tried to avoid direct stimulation of those areas (though her clit was fair game).

Amy rushed over to the Plummer house immediately. It only took her a couple of minutes to get next door, let herself in the back, and find the others upstairs.

She looked at Katherine and Susan meshing their bodies together on the big bed, and then saw Alan sitting to the side with his unattended erection sticking straight up in the air. She quickly appraised what was needed. She sat down next to Alan and said, "Hi, everybody!" even as she began stroking his shaft.

Alan protested a little, muttering to her, "Take it easy, Aims. Don't get too into it because I'm going to be leaving in a minute once these two get really going. I've gotta take a nap. You know how I am with naps." But he was lying to himself. He was a goner already, as the stroking felt too good despite the overworked state of his penis.

"M'kay," she replied, but she had no intention of letting him leave the room before he gave up a load, not if she could help it.

Because Alan was watching, Susan and Katherine frequently chose highly visual positions for his benefit. For instance, they rubbed their pussies together in a variety of different ways, including mashing their asses together high in the air.

In a short time, they seemingly ran through every possible position two women could make with each other. First one was on the top, then the other, and then they were pussy to pussy, then face to pussy, and so on.

At one point, Katherine asked, "Mom, should I get some dildos so we can have even more fun?"

"No! I don't want 'em unless they're really small and even then I don't need 'em. Tiger's cock is all I need." She looked to her son as she said that and gave him a sultry smile. "Amy, please coax a big load out of my boy. Get his spermy cream boiling and churning!"

"M'kay!" Amy sat naked with both of her hands sliding up and down his slicked-up shaft.

"Then I want to see it explode all over your face and chest. Warn me when that's gonna happen. I know Tiger loves that and now I love it too. He's marking his conquests!"

Amy didn't seem to mind being called a conquest, but said "M'kay!" again as happily as ever.

As the mother-daughter show continued, Amy helpfully provided colorful commentary to Alan while happily stroking him. She said things like, "Boyfriend, how does it feel to see your mother and sister making love for you? Does that make you feel all incestuous-y?"

"'Incestous-y'? Aims, I'm positive that isn't a word." Alan was a bit distracted because he was fingering Amy's pussy in return.

"Hrm. Incestu-riffic?" She giggled, knowing that wasn't correct either.

"No."

"Incestastic?"

"No." But even Alan was giggling now.

"Let's see. Incest-alicious?"

That made him laugh out loud, and in case that wasn't enough, Amy started tickling his sides too, using one hand while pumping his erection with the other.

But Alan complained, "Don't! I can't control my PC muscle when you tickle."

"Bummer." She stopped the tickling, but not her sticky stroking. "Let me put it this way. Does it make your cock fill up with hot brother seed, or burning son cum, as the case may be, knowing that you're going to be pumping their pussies full of your white goo, and they'll love it?" Amy's hands still slipped and slid up and down his slick rod, making lewd slurpy noises.

Two of Alan's fingers probed in and out Amy's labia. "As a matter of fact, it does inspire. Very much. And I like how you put it. Tell me more." He was forgetting his resolve to leave the room before cumming. He looked up and saw his mother and sister grinding their pussies together again.

"Your official girlfriend loves to see you get all worked up over mommy and sissy because they're so busy with each other that you're going to give all your cum to me! Can you do that? Can you give it up for Amy, your official girlfriend? She's working soooo hard to squeeze it out of you. Mmmm. It tastes sooo good. Can I lick your lollipop? Just a couple of licks?" Her hands stroked up and down, up and down, over and over. The tips of her fingers concentrated on his most sensitive spot, just under his penis head.

"Okay, just a couple. But hold on! I'm almost...! ... No. Phew. That was close. Let's calm down a minute first."

Katherine shouted out encouragingly, "Squeeze it out, Amy! Squeeze it! Suck it dry!" But she mostly focused on her mother. They were rubbing asses against each other now, and both were too worked up to talk much.

The minutes passed rapidly, with everyone having a delightful time.

Alan of course had no trouble staying hard and happy, and would have remained so just from the visual stimulation of Susan and Katherine going at each other, never mind Amy's help. As it was, he was loving life.

CHAPTER 6

After a while, Amy asked to everyone out loud, "Since Alan's gotta give up his load soon, is there any reason why he can't cum in my cunnie?"

Susan spoke for everyone when she shouted out, "No! Alan's the man of the house and gets what he wants. And WHO he wants! Fuck her, Tiger! Fuck her good! Good and hard and long and deep! Just like you'd do me and your sister!" She dove her tongue back into Katherine's pussy.

Alan was going to have Amy sit in his lap, but that reminded him too much of what Suzanne did just the night before, so instead he had Amy lay down on the carpet next to the bed. He sat up over her and fucked her that way. As he pushed in, he exclaimed, "Dammit! You're so fucking tight! I can't even get it in there. Urrgh! Uh!"

He had to fight for every inch, even though Amy was well-lubricated already. But after he'd bottomed out and started to stroke, the pressure eased off just enough to be insanely delightful.

He thought, As if fucking Amy isn't great enough, what a charge seeing Mom and Sis fucking each other into a squishy lesbian frenzy while they cheer me on to dump a load into my girlfriend! Mom may not be Sister's biological mother, but they sure are cut from the same nympho cloth!

Knowing that Susan was very curious about what it would be like to have sex with Alan, Amy helpfully explained, "Susan, look! I can't even believe it myself, but he's in all the way! Balls-deep! How does it feel so wondertastically good? And big! He's gigantonormous!"

Susan cried back, nearly panicky with excitement, "Squeeze it! Don't just lay there, move your hips! Squeeze your cunt around it! Clench!"

"I'm trying, I really am, but he's splitting me in two!"

With everything so arousing, Alan couldn't last long. For one thing, Amy was very vocal and enthusiastically loud while he fucked her, driving up his enthusiasm too. And as if that wasn't enough, Amy's pussy squeezed him like a giant fist pressuring every inch of his penis, but the intensity of the squeeze was just right. The "visual stimulation" in front of him didn't help his endurance much, either. He struggled with his PC muscle to hold off at least another minute or two.

The sexfest had Alan revved up so high that he thought, I wish I had enough cum and endurance as the highest family praises claim I have so I could pump a quart into my girlfriend here, then lumber over and dump just as much cum into my horny sister, and finally pull my still squirting member out and firmly lodge it into Mom's cunt with a final giant blast of loving son semen! I wish, but at least I can give it to Amy. Yes! Take this, Aims! He grunted loudly with each thrust. He'd grown to love the feeling of each jet of cum squirting out of him.

He was so aroused that he felt he could fuck forever. But when he stopped pumping into Amy, reality ruled the day and his ram rod started to soften.

Susan and Katherine however kept going. They both took the time out to longingly watch Alan's balls and dick while it contracted and filled Amy. But once he'd shot his last rope they turned their attention back to each other's pussies.

Amy was left, as she gleefully put it to Alan, "All fucked out." She added in a low voice, "Miss Pussy says thanks."

The other two had been admiring Alan and Amy fuck, and had nearly ceased playing with each other while they watched. But now they resumed their Sapphic loving.

Katherine wished Amy would slide her ass over so she could suck her brother's seed straight out of Amy's pussy, but she was too busy with her mother to disengage.

Susan was so carried away with the way Katherine's pussy was grinding into hers that she was barely able to focus. She stared at Amy's slit, still leaking her son's precious seed, and wished he'd walked over and pumped his load into her instead of Amy. She had a vague feeling that Amy might have won the battle in the sense that she'd done an excellent job of draining him and thus rose in the rankings a little bit, but she was confident she would win the war of being Alan's favorite cum target. She promised herself that soon her pussy would belong to him.

Amy went back home very happy. She loved the feeling of his jism running down her legs so much that when she dressed back up a few minutes later to return home, she left Alan's cum right where it was on her skin. Mostly that meant some rivulets right around her pussy lips and running a bit down her inner thighs. Luckily she was wearing long shorts, so none of it would be visible. She felt a great erotic thrill walking through her own house with his cum on and in her.

Had Alan known about this, he would have been extremely upset. The last thing he wanted to happen was have Brad or Eric find out about what was happening at his house, and such antics could easily lead to a slippery slope of suspicious behavior ending with disaster. Suzanne would have been pissed too. Amy, however, didn't really understand his security precautions.

Meanwhile, Katherine and Susan lingered in a post-orgasmic lazy embrace.

Susan said, "Angel, I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you lately. It's just that Alan has helped me discover my sexual side and I get so excited about that."

"It's okay, Mom. I have the same obsessions."

"No, it's not okay. A mother should be equal with her affections. It's just that my son has such a big and lickable cock and constantly tames me with it. But maybe now things can be a bit more equal because you're taming me too. You've got me so hot for your tasty pussy. Can I be a slave for your cunt just like I'm a slave for Tiger's cock?"

"Of course you can, Mom. Except that I get hot thinking about being ordered around by you too. 'Daughter, I expect you to clean your room this minute. And then come back down here and suck your brother's sperm out of my cunt. I want you to lick my pussy until it shines.'" She giggled.

Susan giggled too. "Oh, Angel. That's a fun fantasy, but you know I don't talk like that. I'm not the bossy type." She purposely didn't deny that she would want her son's sperm in her cunt.

Katherine found that interesting, but let it pass. She replied, "I'll tell you what. Why don't you order me around and I'll order you around? Neither of us can say no if it's about something sexual."

"You've got yourself a deal. Looks like I'm going to be the sexual plaything of both my children." She pretended to be upset. "I swear. The way everyone takes advantage of me!" But Susan was obviously delighted. She turned to Alan and winked.

Katherine and Susan snuggled up together in each others' arms, leaving Alan alone.

He looked at the time and saw that it actually wasn't as late as he thought. He still had time for a nap and then a chance to crack open the books before dinner.

He went to his room and thought to himself, Spoi-led. Spoi-led. I am so damn spoi-led. I guess I have a gift, a talent at fucking. Simone seems to think so anyways, and she should know. She's probably fucked nearly as many guys as Heather has. But my ego is running out of control. And my homework! Oh yeah. What happened to that? This is the crunch time to get into a good college. The crunch time!

But he wasn't that perturbed about it simply because he'd had so much fun that he knew he would have done the exact same thing if given a chance to do it all over again. He and his penis would have to pay the price later. He slept a long time.

CHAPTER 7

Alan woke up with a new determination to actually, finally, get some homework done. He went back to Susan's bedroom and peeked in. To his pleasant surprise, Katherine and Susan both appeared to be all fucked out.

They were still sleeping, both still entwined in Susan's bed.

He figured they probably dropped on the spot once they ran out of energy. Had he known, he would have been glad to learn that Suzanne and Amy were also both exhausted and sleeping in their bedrooms back in their house. Suzanne wasn't that tired, but all the sex with Susan in the last two days had gotten to her a bit.

So that just left Alan and his books. He felt so guilty for fucking away so much of the afternoon that he actually focused on his tasks for a while and accomplished something.

Dinner was relatively uneventful, and after dinner he accomplished more. He didn't even get stealth stroked, because all the females were too tired out to help and his penis was too sensitive.

But he felt restless. He was thinking more about sex with his females and all his problems than he was about homework. He decided that he needed help "taking care" of the cheerleaders' fucking desires, or else he was just stretched too thin.

A plan formed in his mind involving his friend Sean. He gave Sean a call but unfortunately just got a busy signal. He resolved to get to school early the next day to talk about his ideas with Sean as soon as possible. The situation with Heather especially gnawed at him and required immediate action. He knew of Sean's crush on Heather and thought he could use that.

By this time it was nine o'clock, which meant there was still a lot of time for studying. He figured he'd have to study late into the night for the rest of the week, if not even pull all-nighters to get back on track. He had a big paper in particular that would require a lot of time.

In the meantime, the females had started to revive. Susan and Katherine were both up and watching TV in the living room. Both dressed in ordinary clothes.

But Susan in particular looked weary. She commented to Alan as he came in, "Tiger, I'm sitting on a bag of ice here on the couch. Can you believe it? That's how much my cunt and ass hurt. I'm sorry I can't take care of you properly on a Tuesday, but I've been poked and licked so much, and all of a sudden it caught up with me. Sorry we let you down with our stealth stroking duties. Angel and I were sleeping and didn't even realize..."

"Mom, Sis, no worries. As much as I love the stealth stroking, I can study better without it. My penis has needed the break. I really should go upstairs and do some more work. All by myself. You two just relax and recover. But we should have a talk first."

"You're not going anywhere just yet, my Sweetie." Suzanne spoke from inside the kitchen behind him. She walked to the opening between the living room and kitchen/dining room area so she could be seen. "I'm more than a little sore myself, but that doesn't mean I won't be sad if you don't properly 'get my attention.'" She put on a girlish, pouty look while keeping a knowing smile.

Suzanne had been fully dressed (minus the underwear, of course), but seeing Alan come to her, she stood back and took off her dark red silk top. "Sweetie, I think you know how to 'get my attention,'" she said seductively as she thrust her tits out towards him.

Alan took one look at Suzanne's sultry face and then her out-thrust chest, and all thoughts of having a sex-free evening went out the window. He walked up to her back side without speaking and began mauling her tits from behind as he also kissed her and nuzzled the back of her neck.

She muttered, "I've gotten so horny this last hour feeling the tight silk blouse rubbing against my nipples. Sweetie, it's positively cruel to make your women cover their tits!"

Alan was surprised by that sort of language, especially by Suzanne referring to herself merely as one of his women. That increased his excitement and he went after her tits even more aggressively. He experimented with pushing her nipples in as far as they could go, then pulling them out. Before long, his penis was fully hard.

Meanwhile, she yanked down her flimsy blue silk skirt, hoping that would inspire him to get active down below as well.

He obligingly dropped his shorts and rubbed his penis up against her ass. He let it roam where it wanted to go, which was mostly in between her thighs.

She managed to dry fuck him by exaggeratedly shifting her weight from one leg to another, which caused a great amount of friction for his trapped penis.

Katherine and Susan just stat there and watched jealously, the television show in the other direction completely forgotten. But they were too exhausted to join in on what was obviously much more than a typical greeting.

After a few minutes, Alan disengaged and sat back down on the couch he'd been sitting on.

Suzanne sat on his lap. "Now this is what I call a proper greeting, Sweetie," she said happily, almost deliriously so. "Have I told any of you how much I love this kid?"

Alan's erection slid up and around Suzanne's ass crack, but to prevent himself from anally penetrating her right then, he adjusted his position so his penis poked out right in front of Suzanne's pussy. She squeezed it in a vise between her two thighs and it rubbed against her vulva.

Susan and Katherine sat on nearby couches, silently watching it all. Arousal was slowly overtaking their weariness.

Alan had started out just expecting to give her a kiss, but was getting more and more aroused. He didn't know where it would end, and wondered if he would end up fucking Suzanne right in front of his sister and mother. Then he thought, Why shouldn't I? If Mom has problems with that, it's time for her to get over them. Let's try it and see what happens!

He announced, "Now, as I was saying, I wanted to have a meeting and discuss a few things. Mom, Sis, I want both of you to lift your miniskirts and start playing with yourselves to get in the right frame of mind. Mom, since your cunt is so sore, diddle with your clit."

The immediately began following his command without questioning it, or even thinking much about it.

He nodded. "That's good." But he decided to push his luck to see how far they'd go. "Now, put your feet up on the coffee table, both of you, and spread your legs wide so I can see you diddle yourselves."

Susan protested, "Tiger! That's so lewd!" But even as she was complaining, she was doing it. So was Katherine.

Alan announced, "Most urgent for me at the moment is the matter of fucking Suzanne. Mom, you seem to have some kind of issue with that, is that correct?"

"Well, I, uh..." Her eyes were wide at the sight of Suzanne rocking back and forth on Alan's erection. Katherine and Susan sat directly in front of Alan and Suzanne, so they could clearly see his penis head poking in and out of view right below Suzanne's pussy lips. A steady dribble of pre-cum flowed.

"Let me ask this," he said between ragged breaths. "Mom, should I be denied fucking anyone I want to fuck, even if it's you? Especially if it's you? Are you going to deny me if I want your cunt?"

"NO!" Susan said excitedly. "Mommy has to give her son her cunt! He can put it in his collection with his other possessions like her tits and ass! Alan owns every inch of his hot mommy's body!" She was breathing even more raggedly than he was now, and she pulled and twisted her clit with abandon.

"Well then, doesn't that go for Suzanne as well? Isn't it my right to take Suzanne in any way I want, at any time? Or Sis, for that matter?"

"YES!" Susan cried out. "YES! Fuck them all!"

"What do you think, Sis?"

"Fuck her, Bro! Take her! Right here! And then do me!"

"I think I will! Suzanne, lift yourself up for me."

Suzanne obediently rose six inches. She was breathing so hard she was practically hyperventilating. It was wonderful enough to get fucked by Alan again but to do it in front of both Susan and Katherine was almost more than she could take. It looked like she wouldn't have to sneak around anymore, and she was very glad about that.

Alan grabbed his stiff erection and held it up towards his stomach, then lowered Suzanne down on it.

The pale-skinned goddess was still silent, but let out a big sigh of relief and joy.

Katherine and Susan intently watched the slow descent of Suzanne's tight and talented pussy as it completely engulfed Alan's insatiable rod.

Katherine thought with glee; You go, you big inseminator, you get all the fucking out in the open so you can come over here and ram your big prick up in me right in front of Mom, too. Knock me up. Knock us all up! I can't wait until you can fuck me in every room, in every inch of this house, while Mom cheers us on! I have the fucking coolest family on the planet!

Susan likewise was lost in thought. Yeah, Baby, fuck her, fuck her good! By fucking first Amy and then Suzanne right in front of me, you're showing all of us who's boss around here. And you're especially showing me just what I can look forward to! I can't wait until you fuck me properly! But not just me; maybe next you should show me what fucking Angel looks like! That's right, all the mommies and horny sisters should be keeping that big meat log warm and sticky wet. I want you to be constantly pumping sperm into our squeezy cunts!

She said aloud, more hesitantly, "I really shouldn't be allowing this if I'm a good mother. But there's just no resisting Alan's meaty cock, is there? He takes who he wants, when he wants. All we can do is bend over and spread our legs. Am I wrong here, or is that just an undeniable fact? I mean, you can't fault a real tiger for hunting antelopes; God made him that way. In the same way, God made MY Tiger to hunt pussies. So how can that be a sin?"

While Susan talked, her eyes went up and down, following every move Alan's erection made as it slid in and out of Suzanne's hot slit.

Katherine consoled Susan while pulling Susan's shirt off, "Mom, you're not a bad mother; you're a very good one. You give ALL of yourself, just like Suzanne does. Look at the smile on her face. Look at her pussy lips spread wide open and so deeply penetrated by your son. Look at Alan's hands taking charge of her tits. Look at that and tell me that it's wrong. It's not!" Her hands drifted down Susan's shoulders towards her breasts.

"I hope so, Angel," Susan said with worry, seeming not noticing that her daughter was undressing her. "It does seem so right, and yet society would frown on..." But then Katherine's hands reached Susan's stiff nipples and the last shreds of her resistance vanished. She began to loudly "Mmmm!" with contentment.

Alan paused to relax and recover, happy now that his penis was in a wet, tight, and warm place. He'd been fucking so often that it almost seemed strange not to have his penis in a warm and wet hole.

Susan was right in suspecting that he was fucking directly in front of her, in order to work her up. Working up Katherine was a nice bonus.

After several big sighs, Suzanne rose up and down and back and forth on Alan just a little as if settling into to perfect spot on a comfortable seat.

Alan completely stilled his penis all the way inside her and said, "Okay, item one of the agenda taken care of. We're in agreement that Suzanne's cunt is mine to fuck, right?"

Katherine would have given the thumbs up sign, but both hands were busy hefting and fondling Susan's chest. So she just nodded.

Susan nodded too, though she continued to frown. She well and truly felt that, as man of the house, Alan had earned the right to fuck Suzanne. But she frowned mostly out of worry that Suzanne was so talented at sex that Alan wouldn't want her as much.

For her part, Suzanne just shuddered and moaned sexily as her pussy squeezed and sucked on Alan's throbbing penis in emphatic affirmation.

Alan said, while still deeply impaled in Suzanne, "Funny how I was just doing this with Amy in front of the same audience a couple of hours ago. ... Now item two is a bit ironic, because I wasn't expecting item one. I was going to say that we need to keep things cool, so I can get some homework done. But since I'm balls-deep in Suzanne, maybe I should push off keeping cool until tomorrow. Is Brenda still coming by tomorrow night?"

"Yes," Susan panted. Her eyes were glued at the meeting of Suzanne and Alan's groins more than ever. She was focusing on the dribbles of pre-cum and Suzanne's cum flowing down. She wanted to clean that up with her tongue.

"Let's cancel that, then. I don't know how much more work I'll get done today, the way Suzanne and all of you are tempting me, so I should clear the decks for tomorrow."

Suzanne finally spoke, somewhat haltingly. "Do we have to? Xania is coming to the card game tomorrow, too." She rose up a bit and fell back down onto Alan's hard meat, eager to get the fucking to a faster and harder level.

Alan grunted with arousal at that news.

There were some hoots and hollers from the others. Katherine and Susan high-fived each other, then Katherine said, "I know one buxom visitor who'll be leaving with a sore, cum-filled pussy!"

Susan said, "That's so true! God, it's making me hot! Just imagine Alan Junior sliding through her deep cleavage. I'd love to see that."

"Maybe you will!" Katherine added hopefully.

Alan tried to be calmer about it. "Xania? Dang! Suzanne, you're so evil that I'm just gonna start calling you 'Pure Evil' from now on. I guess the card game is back on then. Does she know what the game is like?"

Suzanne began squeezing Alan's erection with her talented pussy walls. "No. She's just passing through town and wants to be sociable. But I figure you'll teach her. And then you'll teach her how to spread her legs and beg for cock before the night is over."

"Good Lord!" Alan huffed. "You too?" He recalled how much fun it was to fuck Xania in her office. He further recalled how smooth and firm her skin felt and the way she smelled. He compared her tall and broad body to Susan and Suzanne's. The three of them were practically identical in every way.

Susan was the only one in the room unaware that Alan had fucked Xania already but she said, "Son, if you don't fill Xania's cunt to the brim before the party's over, I'm going to be very disappointed in you. She's a very nice and helpful lady. She's really opened my eyes as to my true nature and motherly responsibilities. She deserves a great big spermy thanks. I want to see her face and chest plastered in sperm. I wanna see more sperm drooling out of the corners of her dazed and awed mouth. I wanna see a big sperm puddle between her legs and even more sperm leaking out of her pussy and ass all the time. Give her the full Alan treatment!"

Alan was blown away by how enthusiastic the others were for him to have sex with their psychologist. With Suzanne continuing to use her pussy squeezing tricks on him, he was practically ready to blow already. As if that wasn't enough stimulation, he was vividly imagining exactly what Susan was suggesting. Between ragged breaths he muttered, "That much cum... Just not possible..."

Katherine, still happily fondling Susan's giant orbs, said, "Oh dear. What about Brenda? Doesn't she deserve the full-on Alan treatment too? How can he do both in one night?"

Susan was getting increasingly aroused by the whole situation. Despite her distaste and jealousy for Brenda, she cried out, "Fuck her too, my baby! Give Brenda's monster tits a monster titfuck! And then do mine!"

Alan was so aroused by all of this that he began fucking Suzanne much more aggressively. As soon as she began to feel his hips move with vigor, she started bouncing up and down to encourage them. Since she was sitting on him, most of the thrusting was up to her. All talking came to a halt as she bounced up and down on Alan's lap, over and over and over.

Katherine and Susan watched every last detail. Katherine had stopped playing with Susan's rack because both she and Susan were very busy playing with their own clits.

Suddenly Susan cried out, "How can you two just fuck like that? Suzanne, you've hardly said a word. This is a momentous occasion. Aren't you going to comment on the fact that Alan's finally fucking you?!"

"What can I say? I love it! Alan owns me!" Inside her head, Suzanne thought, What am I saying? "Alan owns me?!" Have I gone mental? My brainwashing of Susan is boomeranging back on me. I need to stay in control. Stay in control. I'm not just another bitch in his harem, no matter how good this kid can fuck. I'm Suzanne, dammit! I love him all up and he is great in so many things, but he's just a kid!

But she felt her control rapidly slipping away, washed away in a flood of unimaginable pleasure.

Alan slowed his thrusts to a near standstill so he could calm down enough to talk. He figured this was a perfect time for a confession, with Susan so mindlessly horny. After resting a minute or so he said, "Mom, truth be told, this isn't the first time we've fucked. We started a couple of days ago. Sorry I didn't mention it."

"Oh." Susan looked sad for a moment, but she didn't stop diddling with her clit. She seemed to take the news remarkably well, no doubt because she was too aroused to really think.

"Yeah," he added, still breathing hard. "The computer shopping over the weekend kind of got out of control. Sorry. It just happened."

Suzanne butted in, gasping to Susan, "I was going to tell you! Really! But I wanted to break it to you slowly." Her friendship with Susan was very important to her, and she felt bad about all her recent lying and trickery.

Susan believed that and didn't mind. She waved her hand dismissively. "Never you mind. I understand. If Alan wants pussy, he takes it. You didn't stand a chance."

Alan, like Suzanne, felt no need to correct that slight misunderstanding, and resumed talking. "But getting back to the agenda, I need to figure out how to get some homework done. All I can seem to do is fuck my women all day long!" He lifted Suzanne up and dropped her back down onto his erection to emphasize the point.

"Oh Sweetie," Suzanne breathed, "show your mother and sister what a good fucker you are! Fuck me just like that! Hard! HARD! Fuck me more! Hurry!" She wasn't in the mood to tolerate his strategic pauses.

But Alan was forced to take even stronger measures not to cum. He'd only been really seriously fucking Suzanne for a couple of minutes and he had an endurance reputation to maintain. "Wait a sec, wait a sec! I'm about to lose it. Hold on!" He pulled Suzanne up and off his sticky penis.

He sat back on the couch next to her and recovered his breath. Then he sat her up on the couch and got behind her. "Sorry, Aunt Suzy. I know you were close to a really good climax. Let me get back here and finish you off while my penis gets a second wind. Then we can talk a bit more rationally. We can talk about how this stealth stroking thing is gonna work."

He licked Suzanne's pussy from behind, driven by the sounds of three females moaning.

CHAPTER 8

They were still going like that a minute or two later when Amy let herself in the back patio as she usually did and walked right in on the group. "Hi guys," she giggled. "Hey Mom, looks like I'm missing out on something good!"

Suzanne looked up at her daughter with concern, because this wasn't how she wanted her daughter to see her: naked, flushed, bent over with Alan's face in her ass, and loving it. She cried out, "Amy! Don't look!"

Amy just stood there with a silly grin on her face.

Suzanne was so aroused and close to climax that she didn't make a move to disengage. If anything, she pressed her ass harder back into Alan's face, encouraging his tongue.

Amy kept staring while smiling happily. "Don't worry, Mom, I've seen that kind of thing before." She giggled, "In fact, I've seen a lot of that kind of thing around here lately. Right around here in this very room in fact!"

Suzanne rather lamely said to her daughter, "Amy, what are you doing here? Please don't look at me like this. I'm so embarrassed. It's not what you think!" She wiggled her ass in a half-hearted effort to break free.

That got a good laugh from everyone but Alan, as his mouth was busy. Obviously, the situation was exactly what Amy thought it was.

"Don't worry, Mom, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Boy, I feel so overdressed!" Within seconds, Amy went from fully dressed to naked. She had a knack for taking her clothes off with record speed. She kept a garter belt on because she'd heard Alan found such things sexy.

"NO!" Suzanne moaned. "Don't! So... shameful!"

"I'm not embarrassed. What's the big deal?" Amy stood proudly with her hands on her hips.

"Well, it's just that you're my daughter, and, uh, uhhh! Oh yes! Ugggghh! ... Um, it's just that, this is rather private, and you're my daughter, and we're not having sex, UH! Yes! We're just... Alan may look like he has his face up my butt, but, uh, well..."

As if trying to make an even bigger fool out of the uncharacteristically abashed Suzanne, Alan picked her up and moved her over his lap as if she was a blow up doll. He then pushed her down onto his prick as he'd done a couple of times before Amy arrived.

Suzanne was upset at this and blushed furiously, but at the same time she did her best to bounce up and down on his rod. She admitted, "Okay, so maybe it's what it looks like." She broke out into near hysterical laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

Amy and the others laughed too.

Suzanne then said more seriously, "I know how traumatic it must be to see one of your parents have sex..."

Amy giggled. "Traumatic?" She found that very funny. "Not really, Mom. It's sexy!"

Susan and Katherine, still playing with each other, couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation.

Suzanne tried again to explain to Amy, "Um, we're having sex, now, technically, but it's not really... Hnnnngg! YES! Oh, like that! ... It's technically not really... YES! Do me! Aaaarrrggh! Yes! Again! Harder! Hurry!... You might say, technically speaking, that Alan's fucking me, but... God, I feel like such a slut! Anyway, the point is ... dammit Amy, it's rude to stare!"

"Oh, sorry!" Amy said, blissfully. "I won't stare, I'll just look at you two normally in a non-stare-y kind of way. I'm going to get a drink first though. Does anyone want anything?"

"YES! YES!" Suzanne screamed. "Um, Amy, I'm talking to Alan and his need to POUND ME HARD, not about the DRINK! Unnh! YES! More, Sweetie! Fill my cunt!"

Alan continued to impale Suzanne onto his hard and thick tool.

Amy asked her mother, "So you don't want a drink then?"

"YES! I mean, no! Fuck it! Who cares! Alan, cum already! Nail me! Nail me so hard and good!"

Amy got herself a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator, came back, and pulled up a chair. She sat less than two feet away from Alan and Suzanne. She watched them raptly, as if she were watching an exciting sporting event.

Katherine, still sitting on a nearby couch with Susan, complained, "Amy, you're in the way. Could you scoot to the side? We're enjoying the show."

"Oh, sorry." She scooted. Amy and Katherine sat next to each other with their eyes practically boring into Suzanne's bush.

This just embarrassed Suzanne that much more.

With an elbow nudge, Katherine added as an aside to her best friend, "By the way, Xania's coming to the poker game."

"No way!" Amy high-fived Katherine. "Coolness! I hear she's all big breast-y and stuff. I know someone who's gonna get the full Alan treatment tomorrow night! I hope she's on the pill so he can do her bareback like he's doing Mom." She went back to staring at the sex act in front of her.

"Everybody's looking at me! Amy? AMY!" Suzanne couldn't help shouting because of what Alan was doing to her. "What are you doing? God yes!"

"What? Am I forgetting something?" Amy asked, momentarily confused. "Oh. I know! I'm making you uncomfortable 'cos I'm the only one with an untended pussy. Sorry!" She squished two fingers into her tight slit and started stroking.

"No!" Suzanne yelled. "No! ... Wait, don't stop, Alan, I'm talking to Amy." Alan had taken his penis out of her pussy, but immediately pushed it back in. "Yes! YES! More! But Amy, no. YES! What I mean is, Alan yes, but Amy, oh God, yes!"

Suzanne was having a hard time saying yes to Alan and no to Amy. She finally gave up the attempt to tell Amy not to jill herself and exclaimed, "I can't control myself in front of my daughter! I'm so ashamed!"

Alan and Suzanne were headed for a shuddering climax.

Soon Suzanne lost all hopes at coherence, and just screamed at the top of her lungs. She kept her eyes closed and pretended Amy wasn't there.

When they finally came down from their mutual high, and became aware of their surroundings, Suzanne looked around and to her horror discovered Amy anew and remembered that she'd been there all the time. Her shame came flooding back even stronger than before. She had a good idea now of the mixture of shame and arousal that Susan had been feeling so often in recent weeks.

Amy stood just a couple feet away from them, still frigging herself to the sight of her mother and her boyfriend resting in each other's arms. She wore her usual simple and happy face, as if she didn't have a trouble in the world. In fact, her happy-go-lucky look was a disguise this time, to make her mother feel more comfortable so their sexual relationship could grow.

"Amy! What are you doing?" Suzanne yelped in dismay. She looked past and saw Katherine and Susan both frigging themselves too. She nearly fainted with embarrassment.

"I have my fingers in my-"

Suzanne interrupted, and mustered up her stern voice. "Don't answer that. It's a rhetorical question. I want you to stop that right away, and put your clothes on. Now."

"But MooooOOOOoooom..."

"Don't 'but Mom' me, Honey Pie. Do as you're told." Having cum temporarily diminished Suzanne's strong fuck need, enabling her to get tougher with Amy.

"But Mom, it seems like you and Alan are having much more fun than when Alan and I have sex. It's more intense. Why is that? Is it that you're a better lover than me, or does Alan like you more than me?" Amy appeared to be just innocently asking a question, but in fact she was stalling for time so she could keep frigging herself until Suzanne got used to it.

Like everybody, Suzanne was a sucker for a good compliment, and the suggestion that she might be Alan's best lover was something she really liked to hear. Pleased, she blushed in embarrassment. She was too out of it to realize how cleverly she was being manipulated.

Alan finally spoke. "Amy, I love you very dearly, so don't worry about that. Remember that you're my girlfriend."

"Official girlfriend," Amy corrected. She loved that "official" status dearly.

"Yes. Official. But Suzanne has had many years experience with sex, and you've only had a few days' worth. So of course she's a better lover."

Alan sat with Suzanne impaled on his lap. His dick was still inside Suzanne but it was starting to wilt. However, he was so aroused by an unusually ashamed Suzanne, not to mention the other three hotties all masturbating themselves just a few feet away that his penis reversed itself and started to firm up again.

Suzanne could immediately feel the change. "Oh good Lord! Not now! Not here, with her!" She groaned.

Alan played for time while his penis continued to engorge by complimenting Suzanne some more. He pinched her nipples tightly as he talked. "Indeed, Suzanne is extremely talented in bed. You wouldn't believe the things she can do with her pussy. The way she squeezes..."

With an almost involuntary reaction, Suzanne began squeezing her pussy walls around Alan's hardening prick. "No! It's full again! It's filling me up. It can't be!"

Susan smirked, extremely proud of her son and his recovery abilities. "Look, everybody. It's like I always say: resistance is useless!"

Suzanne was finally realizing what Susan meant when she said that, because her resistance was completely gone. She wanted to lift Alan up and off her and she had the physical strength to do it, but at the moment it seemed as impossible as reaching out and touching the moon. Her pussy was in control now, and it demanded more fucking. Far from moving or protesting, she found herself squeezing her pussy even more intently.

But she didn't keep up her squeezing for long because Alan renewed his thrusting while he said to Amy, "But don't worry; you'll get good very quickly. You're so naturally tight that you don't need all those tricks anyway. But why don't you stick around so as to watch and learn?"

"M'kay!" Amy enthused, though it was clear that she was going to do that anyway. "Mom, did you hear that? Maybe I can get as good at being royally fucked by Alan as you are!"

Suzanne just moaned, "No..." Somehow, the idea of Alan fucking her and her daughter bothered her more than ever before.

Alan said, "And Suzanne, stop trying to discourage her! As her mother you should do all you can to help her. Show her how to do this right."

"No. That's not right..." Suzanne said half-heartedly. She was too lost in her fuck lust to say more. She knew her words would be ineffectual anyway.

Alan moved from the couch to the floor, taking Suzanne with him. He flipped her over, so Suzanne was now on the top. "You don't want to teach your daughter how to be a better fucker for her boyfriend?"

"No, it's not that, it's just that..." She began bouncing her whole body up and down on his meaty pole even as she still complained about Amy.

She was momentarily distracted from her worries about Amy as she felt just how stiff and thick Alan's penis had grown already. "Sweetie, you can't possibly get hard again, can you? How is that possible? Not with Amy watching! She can't see. She's my daughter! It's not right..."

Alan whispered in Suzanne's ear, "Don't you want Amy to be a great lover? Isn't that more important than being prudish and worrying? I know of some great positions I'd like to show Amy, if you're willing."

"I don't know. It's not right..." In the back of her mind she felt as if she was being manipulated the way she manipulated others, but she was helpless to stop her urges. She caught herself. "Dammit, I hate it when I sound just like Susan. No offense, Susan. I mean the old Susan."

"None taken," Susan said. She and Katherine were having a lot of fun just watching and felt no need to be more involved.

Alan pressed, "You're fucking your daughter's boyfriend right in front of her. Don't you think you owe her some consideration? Can't you show her a thing or two? Don't you want her to be a good, tight, little fuck bunny?" His stiffness continued to slide into her slow and deep with each stroke.

Amy appreciated that Alan was trying to get Suzanne to share her talents. But she was also glad that he was pushing Suzanne to break down her own barriers and be a more willing fuck bunny herself. Despite Suzanne's great talents, she'd always held back from complete emotional commitment, due to her urge to remain in control. People like Amy who knew her well saw that character flaw and hoped it could be fixed someday.

But everyone could see in the last few days that a change had come over Suzanne. She often appeared lost in thought and somehow even more wanton and sexy than before, if such a thing was possible. She was often found sitting alone and idly stroking her tits, usually with her hands inside her clothes, if she happened to be wearing clothes at all (an increasingly rare occurrence for her whenever inside the Plummer home).

Lately, it seemed that she was nearly as distracted by the constant thought of getting fucked by Alan as Susan was. It seemed that the more she got fucked, the more she wanted it. (She foresaw this would probably happen, which is why she put off sex with him for so long.)

Amy had been subtly planting the idea in Suzanne's mind that she and Suzanne should team up to mutually please Alan. Amy dreamed of a bed filled with just her, her mom and Alan, all covered in cum and cunt juice. She loved her mother and Alan more than just about any other people in the world, so she could hardly imagine anything better than that threesome. Of course if Katherine and Susan wanted to join in on their big bed from time to time, so much the better, especially since she dearly loved both of them too, but her favorite fantasy was just with Suzanne and Alan. Unfortunately, she hadn't been very successful so far in convincing her mother of anything, because Suzanne was very resistant to the idea of true incest. But Amy knew that events were slowly but surely moving in her direction, and now Alan was inadvertently helping.

Suzanne seemed too far gone into fuck lust to answer Alan's suggestion to teach Amy. The mention of teaching technique made Suzanne think more about her grinding methods, and she unconsciously rotated her hips from side to side even as she kept bouncing way high up and then far back down onto his pole. Inside, her vaginal muscles clenched on every up stroke, creating a multiple attack sensation so exquisite that it was a near miracle Alan didn't shoot off at once. She appeared too breathless to talk, but she suddenly shouted out, "So improper!"

Suzanne listened to her own words and fell down onto Alan for a moment, pausing in the fucking while she had a good laugh over what she said. She recalled all the silly moments when Susan said the same thing and realized that on some unconscious level she was imitating her. She calmed down a bit, and then she spoke again as she slowly resumed all her fucking moves. "Oh God, now I sound EXACTLY like Susan when she's tricking herself. Oh, what the hell. Fine. It's a losing battle with you two anyway."

Amy clapped her hands together. "Woo-hoo! Super cool!"

Alan yelled, "Excellent! First things first: show Amy the things you do with your pussy muscles." He lay back down to fully enjoy Suzanne's bump and grind.

"Wait. Wait you all," Katherine said as she stood up and walked over on shaky legs. "I don't want to miss this either."

Susan nodded too, though she was too sensitive from all of her recent masturbation to get off the couch and come closer.

"Hey, that's a special Suzanne secret," Suzanne complained, "I can't do that. Please, anything but that one." She considered her special pussy grind to be a unique calling card of sorts and was determined not to share it. She knew the way she could squeeze and grind easily doubled Alan's fuck pleasure, and that wasn't something to give up easily. A lot of women knew how to squeeze with their pussies, but she could work that in time to her hip thrusts to create a very unique sensation.

As soon as she finished speaking, Alan stopped fucking her and pulled his erection out of her completely. He rubbed his penis all around her pussy lips, tracing their shape and leaving a trail of cum wherever his penis went. He said, "Pure Evil, you're not only evil, you're naughty. Naughty mothers don't get to fuck until they help their daughters by teaching them to be good fucks too."

Suzanne reached back towards her ass and tried to forcibly grab Alan's rod and shove it back into her vagina.

But Alan fended her off.

She moaned in defeat, "I'm losing control!" But what really worried her was how much the idea of losing control and submitting to Alan excited her. Normally she didn't feel that way, but she was in a rare mood somehow brought on by being embarrassed in front of Amy. She relived in her mind her experience of abject desperation when she crawled across the floor of Alan's room, begging him to fuck her. She felt a strong desire to do it again.

Her hands and Alan's hands battled for control of his penis for another minute, but Suzanne liked the idea of losing to Alan, especially with others watching. She gave up the struggle even as she thought, What's come over me? I hate to lose. Furthermore, I NEED that penis in me. God dammit! I knew this would happen. I should have never let Alan fuck me. This is why I held off for so long. In the same way that Susan is controlled by her tits, I'm controlled by my cunt. Nobody can know that great secret. Now that my cunt knows firsthand how good Alan fucks, it's taken control of me and is making me do crazy and humiliating things to get its daily filling.

She whimpered, "Alan? Sweetie? Please. I beg of you..." She continued to lay on top of him with her eyes closed and his stiffness now resting up her ass crack. She tried to wedge it in and squeeze it with her ass muscles, and got some small satisfaction at succeeding in doing that, even though her pussy continued to scream to be filled.

Amy walked up and took hold of Alan's erection while leaving it in her mother's ass crack. She said matter-of-factly, "Mom, is there something wrong with you? Why are you denying my boyfriend what he needs?" It was slicked up with sex juices, and she tantalizingly ran her fingers all over it.

Suzanne cried out, "I have needs too! I need to get FUCKED! NOW!" Her husky, raspy voice dropped to a whisper. "Please, Sweetie. Please. I'm begging." Then she whispered to Amy, "Honey Pie, I can't give Alan what he wants because that would inevitably put you and me in a compromising situation. It's better if Alan just fucks me hard, now. Much, much better."

"Mom," Amy said sweetly, talking into Suzanne's ass now because her face was right over Alan's dick. "What's the big deal? You and I are already in a situation. You're squeezing his penis with your ass, and I'm licking it and stroking it. Would it really be that much worse if..."

Suzanne interrupted, "Wait! That's YOUR hand on my ass?! I thought that was Katherine's! Amy, get away! If you keep doing that, you'll wind up licking my ass!"

She giggled as she licked her way up and down the exposed part of her boyfriend's penis head. "M'kay! I don't mind that."

"No! That's bad! Please don't!" Suzanne whimpered. It seemed all her skills at persuasion and scheming had left her, as her rational mind was overwhelmed by her extreme fuck need. She trembled with desire, knowing that Amy was licking Alan's dick even as it rested over her ass crack. It was dangerously close to Amy licking her private places.

Amy suggested, "M'kay, Mom, how about this: I'll let go if you show us your secret."

Suzanne had to agree, because she absolutely had to get fucked some more, immediately. She knew that no dildo or vibrator or even any other man could satisfy her now, or ever again. Only Alan had what she needed. That knowledge was humbling and even frightening. What would happen if he left her?

She showed her pussy muscle techniques as best she could, demonstrating on Alan while the other three gathered round and watched from a very close distance. It was less of a lesson and more just a chance for the others to closely watch a nearly incoherent Suzanne grind her hips over Alan's pelvis in every way imaginable.

The problem was, one couldn't really see what her vaginal muscles were doing, since they did their work on the inside. With the other females distracted with dildos and their own fingers, nobody appeared to be learning anything at all, although they were all extremely aroused from watching, none more so than Susan. She was nearly deliriously horny.

Then Amy suggested, "You know, Mom, it's totally fun watching your pussy get seriously nailed all up close and everything, but I really want to learn this muscle-ly thingy. Maybe if Katherine put her fingers in there, she could feel exactly what your muscles are doing. She could put four fingers in and you could just keep on going like it was Alan's thingy. Then she could explain it to the rest of us."

"Four fingers?" Suzanne panted. She knew there was something wrong with the idea, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She could hardly think. She had that feeling again that the air was so thick with sex that she couldn't breathe.

Before she knew what was happening, Alan's penis had disappeared and Katherine's fingers were inside her instead (though just three of them instead of four). She tried her best to squeeze her vaginal muscles, showing off all her techniques. However, Katherine still didn't learn much, except to find out that Suzanne could REALLY squeeze her pussy walls tightly and then three fingers could bring Suzanne to climax quite nicely. In fact, Suzanne had forgotten to do her hip moves at the same time.

Then Alan's penis was back inside and Suzanne returned to a blissful land of intense joy. Fingers felt nice, but they couldn't compare to a real live penis.

Alan plowed her for a few minutes, with the other three still standing around buck naked, intently watching. Then he decided he needed another strategic break and pulled out again.

But Suzanne didn't get any break at all. She squealed with distress and pleasure because mere seconds after Alan's penis pulled out, Susan's fingers went up her hole. She was getting no break at all and was really far gone.

In fact, she was so far gone that she was unable to even coherently complain when Susan's fingers disappeared and Amy's took their place. Now she realized what was nagging her about Amy's suggestion. She thought, My own daughter practically has her entire hand up my pussy! Three fingers at least! And all I can do is squeeze it while it tickles my insides! This is wrong! So wrong! But I can't stop! I can't even breathe! I think I'm going to die!

"Mom, this is totally cool! So neato. Looks, Katherine, look! My fingers are in my mom. This is where I was born!"

Suzanne wanted to cry out in agony as she heard Amy say that, but instead she found herself cumming hard. The experience was seemingly one non-stop humiliation for her after another, but the others didn't seem to notice and she was too far gone to talk and get them to understand. Whenever she opened her mouth to speak, she ended up screaming in pleasure instead. She found it aggravating.

She was relieved when Amy's fingers disappeared after a while and Alan's hard erection returned. She continued to fuck back at whatever was in her pussy, but she felt all kinds of female hands roaming all over her body as well. At one point she heard Susan exclaim, "Let's give her the climax of her life!"

She closed her eyes and kept them closed because she didn't want to know if Amy's hands were there or what they were doing. She was so far gone that she couldn't even tell what the hands or Alan's penis were doing or what was happening to her - it was a blur of a giant sensory overload that completely overwhelmed her. She was so far gone that she didn't even know her name. Anyone could do anything to her body now and she didn't care. It all just felt too good.

Alan eventually climaxed deep inside Suzanne at the same time she had one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever had, which was just the last of a long series.

She was utterly sated and decimated by the hammering she'd been given. She fell asleep at once. Sleeping also eliminated the need for some embarrassing discussions, especially if Amy was still there.

When she woke up and regained her senses, she discovered that the others had laid her down on a couch and covered her with bed sheets. She was alone, and was grateful for that because she was still embarrassed at how her pussy completely short circuited her brain. She resolved never to speak to anyone about the incident, and most definitely not Amy.

She thought, I did it again. I completely lost myself in fucking. I just don't have the liberty to completely let go like that. Amy! I have to stay on guard to protect my daughter from true incest because Amy obviously doesn't want to protect herself from it. I need a plan to deal with her. She has to learn that that kind of touching and even watching is just plain wrong. Today has not been one of my prouder days, and I gave up my best pussy secrets to boot. How can I stay Alan's best fuck and catch up to Susan in his heart when I'm giving away all my best techniques?

In actual fact, she hadn't really given up any special secrets, though the other three women all resolved to practice and improve their pussy squeezing abilities.

As she lay there, she mentally reviewed how her body was doing. My nipples feel like they were nearly pulled off - I don't even want to know how many hands were there, or whose they were. But that's not so bad, it's my pussy! The damn kid nearly split me in two! I can still feel him there, practically. So sensitive! If anyone touches me down there, I'm gonna scream. Ouch.

CHAPTER 9

With Alan's urges finally sated, he went back to his room and worked on his homework for another hour and a half. It seemed completely surreal to go from such a devastating sexual experience to reading boring chapters out of a history book, but he was getting used to the surreal. He was finding he could switch gears easier all the time.

It was nearly midnight when Susan came in, dressed in a robe.

"Hi Mom, I'm burning the midnight oil."

"Yes. I can see you are. Mommy just took another long hot bath, and she's feeling much better."

"That's good." Alan was a bit wary, given that Susan was calling herself "mommy." That inevitably meant that she was quite horny. "I'm really jamming on my homework, here."

"Glad to hear it, Son. I'm so proud of you. But I noticed that you haven't utilized our stealth stroking help today. Is there a reason for that?"

"Well, as you could see earlier with Suzanne in the living room, sometimes when I get started I get a bit carried away."

Susan put on a very innocent and confused expression. "And this is some kind of bad thing?" Then she laughed heartily.

"Yes, Mom. A bad thing. That's not really good for getting work done. Frankly, I don't trust myself with the stealth stroking."

She walked closer and pulled on the sash of her robe, opening it completely in the front. A light tug could pull it off her shoulders, and that's what she appeared about to do to it. "That depends on what kind of work you're doing though, doesn't it? I mean, if you're just doing some light reading then it's no big deal to have a soft female hand or two yanking on your Johnson, is it? And let's not forget your medical needs. You have to work to keep your balls empty so you can reach your six times a day goal, don't you? Is it not just as important to drain Alan Junior there first, so you can fully concentrate? I mean, it's been a few hours since you blew your load into Suzanne."

She slinked closer. "And by the way, I'm very proud of you there, Son. Suzanne's my best friend, but she can be so stubborn. You really put her in her place tonight, though. And that place is on her back, naked and with her legs wrapped around your back! You should have seen the big smiled on her face after she passed out."

He felt his penis threatening to grow erect. He looked over to her and saw her robe opening up all the way in the front. He gulped in anticipation. "Mom, wait! Don't take off that robe. I'm cruising here on my homework. Really cruising."

"Oh, poo." Susan seemed to give up seducing him for the moment (although she left the robe wide open), but then looked down and saw a bulge rising in Alan's shorts. That inspired her to keep pressing.

She sauntered closer. "But Alan. Tiger. You've been working so HARD today. Everything about you is so HARD lately." She reached out and stroked his penis through his shorts. "It was so inspirational the way you completely TAMED Suzanne's pussy."

"Did my fucking her bother you at all?"

"Are you kidding me? God, it made me SO HOT! I just can't get over it. All I could do for the last hour is sit in my room and think about how you could and SHOULD be painting my face with your yummy sperm! That's why I finally had to come in here."

"But don't you feel jealousy or something?"

"Well, sure, but the burning pain of jealousy just turns me on all the more. It reminds me of my complete helplessness and your total domination over me, and that-"

He cut in. "Wait. Let me guess: it gets you 'so hot.'" He smiled, despite himself.

She smiled too. "You know me too well. I'm sorry I'm not more expressive with my words, but 'so hot' just says it so well, don't you think? I get this burning sensation in my pussy and up in my nipples. My whole body literally heats up. It gets to the point where I have to rip my clothes off if they're not off me already!"

He didn't stop her or say anything because he had so little willpower to resist her. She was just too orgasmically arousing to resist. He again mentally likened her body to Marilyn Monroe's, and found himself wondering if the movie star had any male offspring, and if so, how those boys dealt with their mother's tempting body.

Susan stood even closer, so if he looked up, his face was just inches from her bare tits and pointy nipples. If he looked down, her pussy was right there. If he somehow managed to avoid looking at the tempting sight, it also radiated a delicious aroused pussy smell, with all the pungency of a pizza fresh out of the oven.

Reaching under the band of his loose shorts to directly grab and stroke his erection, she continued, "I know I made a promise earlier that I would take it easy on you, even though it's a Tuesday. And I've been so good most of the day, haven't I? But it is a Tuesday, after all. It's minutes to midnight and I haven't sucked your cock ALL DAY long! And that's just plain wrong on a Tuesday, don't you agree? Do you realize I had to watch you fuck Amy and then fuck Suzanne twice? Have a little mercy!"

Alan was silent, but slowly weakening. He felt her fingers closing around his erection inside his shorts and didn't do anything about it.

Susan suggested, "If you're really cruising on your work, just let me do a little bit of stealth sucking. You just keep studying. You won't even notice I'm here." She pulled his shorts down his legs for better access, again without meeting any resistance. Then she brought her hand back and started stroking his erect rod.

He was about to agree, when he realized she said "stealth sucking" and not "stealth stroking." He complained, "Mom, there may be stealth stroking, but you know there's no such thing as stealth sucking. Especially with the way you suck cock. You're getting so dang good! It takes all my willpower and focus just to constantly squeeze my PC muscle and keep from cumming. There's no way I can keep working through that! Anyhow, I thought you were all tired and sore."

Susan got on her knees and dropped her robe, all without letting go of his hardness or stopping the stroking of it. "Son, your mommy's cunt is very sore, mostly thanks to Suzanne and her dildos. Plus a couple hours of diddling myself as you had your way with my best friend's pussy. Not to mention the fact that my period has started and the cramps are killing me. And Mommy's asshole is very sore, thanks to your wonderful, glorious assfuck this morning. But Mommy's mouth is never too sore for her son's big cock. I've been practicing, so very much. I think I could suck non-stop for hours. I'd like to try right now on you."

He was about to suggest that she just stick with the stealth stroking.

But she could read his face, and as her hand slid up and down his shaft, she added even more urgently, "Please, Son. Please don't make me beg." Her words were ironic because she was already begging. "A hand job is nice, but you know what I really want." She licked her lips slowly and seductively.

Alan was fairly helpless to resist, but he still kept his legs closed enough that she wouldn't be able to get her head in between them. He thought, The irony! Mom's begging me to suck my cock and I'm actually resisting? Who'da ever thunk it?

Susan continued to talk and stroke while she wore down his resolve, while slowing drawing her face closer to his penis head. "I must say, Tiger, it turned me on earlier to see you fuck Suzanne right in front of everyone. It wasn't enough for you to fuck her, but you did it in public! I can't wait until you do that to me! It was so clever for you to break the news that you two had been fucking the way you did right then. Who could say no? Clearly it goes to show that you're much too clever for me, and resistance is futile. It's probably not right for you to fuck your own mother, but you're going to do it, aren't you? You're just too clever and hung and I'm far too busty to resist. If it weren't for my period, I might just give up and spread my legs right now."

Alan groaned. Mentally, he snapped. The comment "I'm far too busty to resist" particularly got to him. Fuuucck! I don't care how much sex I've had already, there's no man on Earth who can turn down this woman!

But Susan didn't realize his change in attitude yet. As she dropped her head to his crotch and began to nibble and lick the tip of his penis, she cooed, "I especially loved to see you play with Suzanne's big hooters. Us big-titted women, we need our tits groped every day, just like you need your cock sucked or fucked all day long. Thankfully you know my daily tit milking needs now, but you should understand Suzanne's tits are just as needy. She hides her tit-need well, but in fact I'm learning first hand that her tits are quite sensitive, nearly as much as mine. I'm so glad that you've put Suzanne and me in our proper place, because that's what should happen to all us big-titted women. Milk our big tits every day, Tiger, just like you'd drain a cow! It doesn't matter if there's milk in them or not; they need your hands and lips!"

She suddenly pulled back, sat up, and thrust out her chest. "Here, play with mine right now."

Alan turned to the computer and hit "save" for the document he was working on. He thought, "Resistance is futile" indeed. His mind briefly flashed to 'Seven of Nine' and her impressive chest, but he proudly considered that even that actress couldn't match Susan's rack. Then he obliged her request by placing both hands on her mighty jugs.

Susan went on as one of her hands closed around his dick again, "Milk me, Tiger! Drink the milk right out of my nipples, or my tits will just swell bigger and bigger. So full of milk! Suck me every day, just like I suck you." She bent down on one knee so her tits could be level with his mouth.

He in return pressed forward and sucked at her nipples. Of course, no milk came out.

For once, Susan was able to talk while Alan wasn't, so she continued describing her fantasies as she stroked him, once again with both hands. "Tiger, don't you agree that we big-titted women are meant to be fucked? The bigger the tits, the more she needs to be fucked and sucked and licked. That's God's way. That's why I'm so glad you and Brenda have found each other. Her tits are so big that she needs to be fucked all day long. Us women are going to have to give you a lot of help kneading her tit-flesh, because you can only do so much as just one man. Don't you agree?"

"Mmmm," Alan mumbled, too intent on sucking Susan's left nipple to stop.

"I can't understand you, Love. If you agree with what I'm saying, make one 'mmmm,' and if you disagree, make two."

"Mmmm."

"Oh goody! So you finally agree that I'm a big-titted slut made for nothing but cocksucking, fucking, and being groped? I can't believe it that you finally understand me!" She giggled, knowing she was trying to trick him.

"Mmmm mmmm." He really disagreed with that even as it made him horny. He didn't want to disrespect his mother.

She giggled some more. "You can't believe it either? I know. Isn't it so amazing? You've put me in my place with your monster penis, and now I feel so happy there. Continually naked, except for my knee pads and high heels. And sucking cock. Your cock. Except when it's buried in my cow tits, or up my ass, or-"

Alan had to stop suckling because he was being misunderstood, even though he knew she was deliberately misunderstanding to tease him. "Mom, that's not what I meant. You're not a slut, okay? Don't say that already! And don't say 'whore' either, like you did this morning. I LOVE you. I can't love a whore. And there's so much more to you than your sexual side. You're the kindest person I know, and not just because you're my mom."

"Tiger, look who's talking. Every time you say something kind like that, I get so weak in the knees. I'm so in love with you, and not just motherly love. No siree! It's that nasty, physical, erotic love too that mommies aren't supposed to have for their sons. But they don't know what they're missing! What if my own son turns out to be my dreamboat one in a million? Is such a thing possible?! Oh! Oh! Let this tit-woman make you feel so good." She was really worked up now. She assumed the position between his knees and began sucking him.

He meanwhile kept at her breasts with his hands. "Mom, I practically worship you. So don't call yourself a tit-woman, okay?"

She stopped sucking long enough to say, "Well, if I can't say that, then you have to stop groping me. And if you worship me, worship my tits with particular vigor."

He was too excited to stop.

"Aha!" she cackled gleefully. "See? You're beginning to see the light. Just imagine: all these years as I was feeding you and raising you, I was raising my future master! If only I'd known!"

"Mom!" he complained, but not very well.

She blew right past that. "It's all the will of God. That's why God gave me this beautiful body and these big tits especially. Because I exist to serve you. That's what mommies are for. Mommy tongues are meant to slurp on son-sickles! Mommy lips are wrapped around - fuck! I can't hold back! Let me show you what this mommy can do!"

"But what about your talk earlier, about responsibilities?"

"True, responsibilities are important, but my greatest responsibility is keeping you sexually satisfied. It's actually my religious duty. As that cute song put it the other day, 'every sperm is sacred.'"

With that, Alan remembered the CD he'd bought coming home from school. He'd meant to give it to Susan as a gift at some point, but he'd been so exhausted all day that it had slipped his mind. Luckily, the CD sat on his desk practically within Susan's reach. Just as she was about to dive forward and fill her mouth with his erection, he stopped her and said, "Wait! Mom, I have a gift for you. On the desk. Right there."

Trying to prevent Susan's mouth from reaching his dick was a difficult task, but the mention of the word "gift" piqued her curiosity just enough. She reached out and grabbed at the CD Alan was pointing at. She looked at it curiously. "What's this? 'Monty Python Sings'?"

Alan explained, "It's a collection of songs by Monty Python. You know, from the movie the other night? It's got the song you like so much, 'Every Sperm Is Sacred.'"

Susan's whole face suddenly lit up. "Oh! Tiger! You're so thoughtful!" Her eyes turned to his crotch. "So thoughtful and delicious! Oh, what a wonderful, cum-filled boy! How can I ever thank you?" She looked at his stiff erection, now drooling with pre-cum. "If only I could think of some way..." She giggled. "Somehow involving your penis... What could it be...?"

She finally lurched forward, swallowing more than half of his erection in one go. She wanted to show her love for him and appreciation for the gift in her favorite way.

She licked and licked and sucked and nibbled. Somehow her cocksucking was better and more skilled than ever before. She was determined to show her thanks by giving him the best cocksucking he ever had. All the while, the words in the catchy Monty Python song ran through her head: "Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is good. Every sperm is needed, in your neighborhood." That is just sooo true! Wouldn't it be wonderful if there was some way that every single last sperm ended up in my stomach? Then I'd be such a happy mommy. But I'm such a happy mommy already!

Alan grasped her head with both hands and attempted to hold on to her, as if riding a wild roller coaster and clinging to the railings of the car for dear life. Damn, even Glory and Suzanne can't touch this, he realized. It's like she's learned how to channel all her love through her lips and her tongue. And she knows my penis so well. She's figured out exactly what pleases me most, and can time my reactions so she knows just when to stop or change. And just when I get complacent, she does something totally unexpected, like how she's just switched to sucking my balls right now. Damn this woman!

He couldn't hold out for long,.despite all his PC muscle control.

Susan moaned a loud "MMMM!" as the cum started flying.

She drank it all in, and then cleaned his penis while it was going flaccid. But she didn't take long with that. Soon she hopped up into his lap, and said, "Time for your goodnight kiss."

She tongued him deeply, but to Alan's surprise, she'd kept most of his cum in her mouth. Some of the rest was on her cheeks. She fed him his own cum as they continued to kiss, and the cum on her face rubbed around and off onto his, until they were both slippery. She ended up swallowing it all, but Alan noticed the taste.

When Susan finally pulled away to breathe, Alan gasped "Gross!" and tried to wipe his face.

She just laughed. "You say it's gross, but I notice you let me kiss you for quite a few minutes first. I just wanted to do that one time so you'd know why everyone goes ga-ga over your spermy goodness. You have to admit, your cum tastes pretty good."

"I'm not going to admit that. Personally, I think your cum tastes the best, from the little I've had of it. Although Katherine's is pretty good too. Maybe I need to try some more of yours, to decide."

She laughed even more joyously. "Maybe you do! I think that can be arranged. Always the charmer." She kissed him again on the mouth, but more of a kiss of love than a kiss of passion. There was a final glob of jizz on Alan's nose, so Susan playfully licked the tip of his nose to clean it up. She ended with a final peck on the newly cleaned point.

She gushed, "Tiger, my life is so wonderful. So joyous, every single minute of the day. The more I let myself go, the more I give myself to you, the better it gets. You're so much fun, yet still such a gentleman and respectful of my wishes. I just want to lie around naked all day, getting fucked by you and Suzanne and Katherine and Amy. It feels great to place all my trust in a big, strong man like you and know that you'll always protect me and control me. Sorry I interrupted your work, by the way, but I just couldn't help myself. I had to have you."

"No, that's okay. It was a nice break, to say the least. I'm going to hit the books again, though." He deliberately ignored her more provocative comments as he didn't want to get into a big discussion about worries he was having that she was taking the whole submissive thing too far.

She finally left, after both of them had their longest "goodnight kiss" session yet. She made sure to take the Monty Python CD with her.

Alone in his bed, Alan thought, What a day. But of all the things that happened, today's definitely going to go down as the day I fucked Mom up the ass for the first time, long after this homework drag is forgotten. Holy cow, that was great. I gotta find a way to do that again tomorrow, if her ass is up for it. And fucking Suzanne in front of everybody was pretty epic.

But my penis. Jesus. It almost feels numb. And I feel a weird kind of pain in my ass even though no one's really touched it. I wonder what's up with that?

But the ironic thing is that today, even though I came a good number of times, often in a very intense manner, in some ways it was kind of relaxing. The difference was I actually got some homework done, and had a big nap too. I haven't made any progress on school work in ages!

If I could do a little better than this tomorrow, I just might muddle through the week. Except for that twenty page paper. Ugh! What am I going to do about that? I really should cancel the card game, but how can I do that? With Xania there, it's going to be the most impressive collection of tits and firm bodies I've ever seen in my life. I'd rather fail all my classes than miss out on that unique chance. Dang!

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