Spacer X Stories: Part 38

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 38: Don't Stop

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CHAPTER 1 (Wednesday, Nov. 20)

Alan came back downstairs with a digital camera as well as a camcorder. He set the video up so that it recorded the entire area where they all sat, and then he left it alone. Then he picked up the camera and had all the females mug and pose cheesecake-style while he took their pictures.

All the females groped each other and said sexual things to further arouse everyone.

For instance, Katherine said, "Brother, can you bring your zoom lens over here? I have an extreme close up shot for you."

Suzanne said, "No, Sweetie. Over here. I've got an even closer close up. In fact, you'll have to put your zoom lens right into a hole."

Amy wasn't great at verbal interplay, but she pouted, "I want his zoom lens too!"

Xania couldn't help but ham it up a bit too in the ways she posed, though she kept her mouth shut so as to not completely ruin the last shreds of her prudish persona reputation.

Alan took quite a few pictures in quick succession. He thought to himself, I should be documenting these magical weeks more thoroughly. At least I'll have these pictures to jack off to, if everything goes horribly wrong from here on out. I still have this uneasy feeling and a black eye to remind me that there's a good reason to feel that way. ... Ah, but stop being so gloomy. Just look at these six babes! Wow! I'm the luckiest guy on Earth and I should never forget it!

The more the women touched each other all over, the more they all got in the mood for serious girl on girl action. Actually, that mood had already started before the photo session. Xania kept fondling Susan's tits with great enthusiasm whenever they were sent her way, and if it wasn't her, someone else was enjoying them.

More importantly, Alan hadn't won all the recent dares. Katherine won one dare, and ordered Susan to play with Brenda's huge breasts, since she wasn't allowed to order herself to do so. Suzanne won a dare and ordered Katherine to do the same to Brenda.

Just about everyone wanted to play with Brenda, and fondle Brenda's impressive tits and the rest of her nearly impossibly curvy body. The others were all amazed at how they were so large, and yet there was virtually no sag, and her long nipples attracted a lot of attention and admiration, too. By this point in the evening, it seemed that there was always a hand on two roaming over her chest. Oftentimes, large breasts are less sensitive on a per square inch basis than small breasts. While this was not true for some of the others like Susan and Suzanne, it was true for Brenda, except for her nipples. Touching them was just as orgasm-inducing as it was for even Susan and her extremely sensitive nips.

Brenda might have been in danger of passing out if she'd had a dildo in her as she did last week. Even without one she was cumming more fluid than the next two leakiest women combined, and she was nearly senseless from a never-ending series of orgasms. She drooled without caring most of the time, and it practically seemed she was mentally unhinged, she was so completely controlled by her sexual desires.

She seemed to get more and more covered with cum as the evening went on. The others liked that, and no one even tried to clean her up for the photo session. Some enjoyed wiping their hands through the large puddle in Brenda's seat and then wipe it all over her skin, which of course only got her even more covered as the evening went on. Her cum was rather thick and hung on her more like a man's cum than the typically more watery female juices. As a result, it looked like Alan had shot his seed over her skin time and time again.

That sight, in turn, got everyone increasingly aroused. It seemed that everything in the room was on a positive feedback loop leading to greater orgasmic joy.

So far no one had involved Xania in any female touching dare, not because they didn't want to, but because they weren't sure how she'd react if another woman went after her body the way she was going after Susan's breasts.

It was up to Alan to break the ice. He won the next hand and promptly said, "Amy, I want you and Xania to fondle each other and kiss on the lips." He picked Amy for her non-threatening, easy going ways.

Xania loved being with women almost as much as men, but she also loved continuing her prudish game. She stood up, and with the vibrator sticking a few inches out of her pussy and rotating, she proclaimed, "Alan, you really go too far this time! That's one thing I cannot do."

Surprisingly, Susan spoke up before Alan could. She said very firmly, "Xania, you are a guest in our house this evening. We have been very hospitable and all we ask in return is that you obey the house rules. And those are very simple. For a big-titted, gorgeous babe such as yourself, you must obey any and all of Alan's sexual wishes. Right now he expects you to engage in some heavy lesbian action with his nicely top-heavy girlfriend, and I expect you to do so. Now."

Everyone was surprised by Susan's authoritative tone and words, especially the uncompromising finality in the way she growled the word "now." An awkward silence prevailed.

Xania was surprised as well, but was also glad, since this gave her an excuse to give in. She looked conflicted, but finally replied, "Sorry, Susan. I didn't realize it means that much to you. Since you feel so strongly about it, I will reluctantly agree since I made that promise at the beginning to follow the house rules. But I reserve the right to say no if I want to."

Susan put her foot down even harder. "Xania, you agreed to play this game and follow the game's rules. You will follow this game to the end. Period. Not to mention the house rules. You are in ALAN's house now, and as a busty, sexy woman, you are fair game! He will fuck you whenever he likes, in any hole that he likes! Is that clear?"

Alan remained silent, but grinned and thought, Go, Mom!

Xania didn't reply because an eager and smiling Amy sidled up behind her and, with a happy "Boo!," kissed her square on the lips.

Amy was unusually aggressive with her newly assigned sex mate. While continuing to kiss, she mashed her tits into Xania in the most arousing ways, and grabbed the vibrator sticking partly out of Xania's pussy and thrust it in and out. With her other hand she reached behind Xania and plunged a finger into her asshole.

That drove Xania over the edge. She completely forgot about her prudish acting and fell onto a couch, taking Amy with her. She grabbed the vibrator in Amy and reciprocated with some vigorous thrusting. The two of them became a blur of activity until finally they both climaxed at the same time.

Sated, Xania pulled away and again put on her act. She looked around as if in great confusion, and then genuinely blushed when everyone else clapped for her performance. She stammered, "I... I don't... I don't know what came over me. ... I've never done that before with a woman."

Katherine was quick to frame that. "Xania, what did I tell you? You obey Alan's commands and you feel incredibly good. It's that simple. Is there any wonder why we all freely give our bodies to him, to do whatever he desires? ... I see you still show confusion. Don't worry. You'll learn."

Xania thought to herself, Wow. She makes sense. Just let Alan take over. It sounds so easy. Just lay back and let Alan bring on the cum. All acting aside, I'm seriously getting into this. This family has more fun in one evening than I do in a month, and that's saying a lot because I make it a goal to have a hell of a lot of fun. I feel like I'm being brainwashed into a cult, and yet I love it. What is it about this situation that's so alluring?

She looked around at everyone. Ironically, I don't think Alan has much to do with it. The same thing could have happened to anyone in his shoes, though he seems to be handling it remarkably well. True, he's very sexually gifted, but I've met guys who are a lot more gifted than that. I've had sex with some porn stars who are the best in the business. Hell, I even tried a twelve-inch penis once that makes his look small.

No, it's the other women. How did such a remarkable and attractive group of complete nymphos ever manage to get together? Life is going to be one non-stop orgy now that these women are all turned on, and it just so happens that Alan gets all the luck. The sense of competition between these beauties is amazing and exhilarating. I can feel it in the air. Even in Hollywood parties I usually feel like top dog, the hottest woman there, but I look around at these women and I feel like I'm the ugliest of the lot. It makes me want to prove myself, and show that I'm the best. I have to please Alan the most and make him cum hard. I just HAVE to. Then I'll feel so good too; so proud of myself. This is psychologically interesting. I really should become a psychologist. I love this kind of analysis. Sex and giving advice - two of my favorite things put together, heh-heh!

But even fully knowing the processes going on, I still really, really want to get fucked by Alan! I want to please him and serve his cock. How bizarre is that?

Not only that but, even more bizarrely, there's a real sense of wholesomeness to all this sex. Back in L.A., everything is so seedy. With the power games and the drugs and the name-dropping, fuck, it gets so tiring. Every guy is more vain, egotistical, and blow dried than the last one. Whereas this feels like a tight-knit family playing a game like Monopoly or Scrabble, except it's a highly erotic strip poker game. I mean, look at Amy, and how she's just so infectiously fun. Even the competitive spirit in the air is like a fun competition instead of a vicious, stab your friend in the back kind of thing. I LIKE these people!

I wish I didn't live so far away, because I could get used to these games. I imagine my psychologist persona will be pretty shot by the end of the evening, but that's a good thing, because my cover wasn't actually blown, it's just changing and fitting reality better. They'll see me as a prudish doctor who's discovered sex in a big way, which will allow me to have more and more sex with them in the future. Plus, hopefully I can morph into a sex advisor and all around therapist for these people, which is what I want to do. In fact, I've been loving advising Suzanne and the Plummers so much that I could see a whole career as a therapist if I just didn't have to get a degree and all those other damn qualifications. Who'd want to hire a little-known soft porn actress for a serious job?

CHAPTER 2

The game continued.

Amy won the next dare, and seeing Suzanne flagging in her penis tending energy, she ordered Katherine to take over jacking off duties.

After that, Alan's penis changed hands more often as it tended to get involved in most of the dares. For instance, Katherine won the next dare and commanded Alan to rub Brenda's clit with the tip of his penis, which sent her into paroxysms of orgasms that surpassed all the ones she'd had up until that point.

Brenda screamed, "Fuck me Alan! Fuck me! Master, Master, do me!"

But Alan had learned to control himself in this kind of situation, especially now that he knew of his mother's continuing (though diminished) jealousy of Brenda. He merely teased her clit, poked at her entrance with his stiffness, and groped at her tits. Brenda couldn't handle it, and passed out for what would not be the only time that evening.

He wondered about her calling him "master," but figured she was pretty much out of her mind with lust so it didn't mean anything.

Amy won a dare, and said, "I'd like Alan to lick Xania's pussy."

That went over really well, with lots of oooh's and aaah's from the other women. Katherine said triumphantly, "Stick a fork in her, folks, she's done." They all still thought Xania's willpower needed more breaking down. Even Amy thought that, which is why she made that particular dare in the first place.

Alan got to licking Xania, and gave her a very competent tongue lashing, even while his erection continued to get slowly stroked by other hands (he didn't even know whose hands it was at this point, and didn't bother to look).

It didn't compare with the best pussy licking performances, especially from women who usually knew what worked better than men did. But given the way Xania was already so horny, it gave her yet another great climax.

She thought, This evening is going into my greatest evenings of all time list already, and Alan hasn't even fucked me yet! I can only hope he'll still be up for it later! Not only that, but I take it back that anyone could have been in Alan's shoes and things would have been the same. He's got a big part to do with it. This boy is extremely talented at sex! He's a natural.

Finally, Xania won a dare. She wasn't sure what to do with it. After a pause, she said with the detached air of a doctor despite the vibrator still working inside her, "I'm fascinated by the incestuous love in this family. Katherine and Susan, I order you two to do the most incestuous thing you can think of, short of getting fucked by Alan."

Katherine and Susan stood up and looked at each other. They didn't know what to do. Katherine joked, "Hmm, I can think of a LOT of things."

Then Katherine whispered in her mother's ear.

One of Susan's hands had been jacking Alan off along with one of Amy's hands, but Susan disengaged and got up. She moved the coffee table out of the way and pulled out an expandable couch to make a bed.

Katherine laid down on top of her.

They spread their legs in such a way that both their assholes were winking up towards Alan.

Katherine spoke, "Mommy and Sister have a present for you, Big Box of Pringles Brother. We thought we'd give you an anal sandwich. Whose ass will you take, or will you take both? Or will you just spank us for being bad, naughty little girls?"

Susan then spoke as she wiggled her ass enticingly. "Oh, please Son, regardless if you anally violate me or not, please spank me? Mommy has been so bad. She needs her little baby's strong hand to teach her and control her. Show Mommy who's the boss around here. Take us up the ass and make your anal sluts beg for more!"

Xania spoke out loud, as if making a psychological diagnosis. She said in a dispassionate tone, "Interesting role reversal issues. I must say you two make up a very fascinating control fantasy. Why, I myself am growing extremely aroused imagining myself in your position. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm wishing Alan could whip me into line with his big cock." She raised a curious eyebrow, like she was an intrigued Vulcan analyzing the situation.

Susan cheered, "That's the spirit! And he CAN! I love how you put it: whip me into line with your BIG COCK! Tiger, whip us all into line! Whip my ass with it!" She wiggled her ass some more. "Gaaawwdd, I wish I could shove it down my throat right now!"

But as Alan was in the middle of having a strategic pause, ever since Susan had let go of his penis. True, Amy was still holding it, but she was hardly stroking it at all. He raised a hand in a "hold on a minute" gesture.

Susan calmed down a bit as she waited. She gave Xania an understanding and benign smile. "Xania, I'm glad to see that you're coming around. Sorry for being a little forceful earlier, but as a mother I can't help but be supportive of my Tiger and his insatiable sexual need. I hope you understand."

"Yes, I do," Xania replied. "I've learned so much this evening. It's been a complete sexual awakening. I'm so glad I came." Xania thought, That last comment, definitely yes, but the first part is surprisingly true too. This has been a very educational and eye opening time. I really do want to be whipped into line with his cock, and I'm a complete dom! Is it just the intense competition making me act strangely?

"So you do accept your new purpose as one of Alan's fuck toys? That's good to hear."

Xania protested, "Hold on. I didn't say anything like that! Don't put words in my mouth. I'm merely saying that while I'm in the house..."

Susan and Xania launched into a vigorous debate about just what Xania's role should be.

While this conversation was going on, Alan examined the mother daughter duo. Susan had rolled onto her back so she could better look at Xania while talking to her. That caused the mother and daughter pussies to practically touch each other.

He thought, You know, it's just as much a pussy sandwich as an anal sandwich, since the holes are so close together. Dang, it's so tempting to go after any of those holes, especially the way they look right now, all sweaty and leaky.

He laughed to himself. Of course, there's nothing really unusual about that, lately! Look. Their cunts are both slightly dilated, as if they need something to fill them, whereas those assholes look so tiny and hard to get in. Mother and sister are both my complete sexual- Oh God! I'm losing it!

He wanted to get up and double dip into his mother and sister's asses, but he couldn't make it that far. Technically, he was still taking a strategic break, so at the moment he was "only" being lightly stroked by one of Amy's hands. In fact, her hand was hardly moving over his very wet rod. Yet ironically, thanks to the visual and mental stimulation, he finally started to cum at a rare moment of minimal tactile contact.

He shouted, "Amy! Your mouth!"

Amy knew exactly what to do. She threw herself into his direction and had her mouth over his penis by the time his second rope shot out. She milked the rest of his cum out of him, using her tongue and lips to bring him to a higher high even as he spastically climaxed down her throat.

Alan slumped down and just said, "Aaaaah." He'd been too sexed out to even get up and have anal sex, and now he was even more tired than that. He said, "You see, Xania? So much for all the hype. I'm just a regular guy. I can't take all this arousal. Dang, I really wanted to enjoy that anal sandwich, too. Shit. ... Time for another break, or I can't go on."

CHAPTER 3

Susan and her daughter remained on top of each other. Katherine pointed out to her brother, "Big Champagne Bottle Brother, your family anal sandwich is still here when you're ready again. Mommy and I are real comfy like this. We're all lubed up and ready for a deep anal probe or two."

But Alan said as he slumped further down the couch, "Sis, I can't even stand, not after that climax. Amy's such a good cocksucker, I think she sucked my soul right out with the last of the jism. Tell you what. There aren't any penises around to help with the anal need right now, but you two clearly want a spanking as well. Xania and Brenda, why don't you two do the honors?"

Brenda reacted with horror to that suggestion. "Oh no, Alan. I could never spank another. I only deserve to get spanked myself."

"Okay. Up to you." Alan still didn't understand the level of Brenda's subservience and didn't have the energy to think about it. Plus, just looking at her while talking caused him to realize that she was a bad choice, since she looked as wiped out and unable to stand as he did. So instead he asked, "What about you, Xania?"

Xania fiddled with her glasses, the only item she still had on. "Well, I suppose I could try, in the spirit of cooperation that Susan has encouraged. But really, this has to be the last thing I do. When I wake up tomorrow I won't be able to blame it all on the wine."

A number of eyes rolled in the room, as no one believed her reluctance anymore. Susan spoke for many when she excitedly murmured into Katherine's ear, "Did you hear that, Angel? Xania's been broken in! She's been tamed!"

Xania heard that and complained, "I have not!" But she realized her protests were looking increasingly ridiculous.

"Okay, there's one spanker," Alan said. "Suzanne, we all know you're a good spanker. Why don't you start and show Xania and everyone else how it's done?"

So Suzanne and Xania tag teamed Susan and Katherine's asses.

Xania could spank hard if she wanted to, but she pulled her punches, so to speak. She pretended to be uncertain and reluctant (though slowly and continually breaking), still hoping to stay in character.

Suzanne, on the other hand, spanked with great confidence and authority. She also kept up a good verbal barrage, accusing both mother and daughter of sexual "crimes."

Their supposed crimes largely consisted of failures in properly sexually pleasing Alan. With Susan it was easy: Suzanne accused Susan of failing to give Alan her cunt. With Katherine it was harder, since Katherine had pretty much done everything humanly possible to sexually please her brother. So instead Suzanne complained that Katherine was too jealous and wasn't bringing Alan enough new cunts from school to fuck.

Katherine agreed wholeheartedly, and actually started suggesting names between spanks.

Xania was amazed. Incredible! As if Alan doesn't have enough voluptuous vixens to choose from, he's fucking even more girls at school?! That really takes the cake. Is that all I am, just another new cunt to fuck? I hope not. I wanna really get close to this whole family.

Since Xania didn't spank much, she fell into the healer role, which consisted of soothing red asses between spankings, and fingering their pussies as much as possible. With four ass cheeks and two pussies to work with, her hands stayed busy.

Although they didn't get many spankings, mother and daughter kept grinding their clits together during her ministrations. They were also lying face to face, so they kissed when they weren't too busy panting for breath.

Xania was also able lick from Susan's asshole, through her leaky pussy lips, and on up to Katherine with little space in between. Then she kept on licking through Katherine's overflowing pussy lips all the way up to her asshole in a single stroke. It seemed to her as if mother and daughter shared one long and constantly grinding pussy. For all of Xania's sexual experience, she'd never licked anything like that before, and she loved it.

Brenda and Amy frigged each other while watching.

For once the only person left out of the proceedings was Alan, because he was still in recovery mode. His penis was not only flaccid but almost painfully sensitive. He even felt a weird soreness in his ass although no one had touched him there to cause it.

With more climaxes all around, everyone was exhausted, and they all took a long break.

Xania was astounded at the number of climaxes all the women were having, including herself. She thought, It seems everyone's having climaxes every five minutes. Including myself! I never cum this much, even when I've been the target of a gang bang. Is there something in the water in this town? Look at Brenda. I didn't even know it was possible for a person to leak that much fluid! Maybe it's infectious. The room smells like a giant vagina, with a healthy taste of penis thrown in. I'm staying constantly erotically buzzed from the general smell alone. I seriously, seriously, love these people!

People walked around the living room with drinks in hand, casually chatting, as if in a cocktail party where the only allowed clothing item was high heels.

Alan remained on a couch, recovering.

Suzanne was as much of an authority figure as the group got, so she walked up to Alan at one point and said, "I just checked the clock. It's one hour till midnight. I hate to say this, but shouldn't we stop? You have that big school paper due."

He leaned forward and whispered, while she was bent down to hear him. "Suzanne, just between you and me, I've got that paper covered. It's done already."

"Really?" She whispered back in her delightfully scratchy voice. "Why just between you and me?"

"Because if I tell the others, they won't give me enough personal space tomorrow. They'll want to play, like usual. But I still have a lot to do that's due Friday. I'm good for tonight, though. I figure we can go for another hour, because this is a very special evening."

"Yes. It is."

Suzanne was about to walk away, but then Alan dramatically reached out and grabbed a leg to keep her from going. No longer whispering, he pleaded with urgency, "Suzanne, be strong for me."

She looked around and saw the others weren't paying attention, and in fact Brenda and Amy had both fallen asleep. "What do you mean?"

"Look at this. Everyone's casually strolling around in their birthday suits while my friends are probably at home watching Seinfeld reruns or checking e-mails or something. Brenda in particular has really unnerved me with the way she's so subservient. I mean, I'm just a kid! ... You're pretty normal, and you're decisive. Can you make sure I don't let all this go to my head? I know I'm just incredibly lucky and not some sex god, and you know it too. Help me stay sane."

"Don't worry, Sweetie. I'm here for you. I know you can handle it. We'll handle it together."

They hugged, and Alan felt a lot better.

But in fact, Suzanne didn't feel very sane or competent at the moment. She felt wild. There was a big pause in the action, true, but she was ready to let loose and lose herself in the moment as soon as things resumed. However, now she resolved to try to keep her urges under control, for Alan's sake. She felt proud that Alan counted on her, and hoped that was a sign that she was rising up to Susan's level of importance in his life.

In fact, a minute or so later, Suzanne caught up with Xania, buck naked except for her heels and mingling with a cocktail in her hand. Suzanne wobbled over to her, unsteady on her high heels after drinking too much wine.

Xania spoke first, leaning into Suzanne's ear and whispering tipsily, "How do you like my performance?"

But Suzanne was only thinking of her own problems at the moment. "Good. Xania, I've got to talk to you about something. You know how you told me on the phone yesterday that I could completely lose myself in the moment without submitting to Alan?"

"Yeah?" Xania found herself staring into the cleavage on Suzanne's bare chest.

"How do I do that?! I need to know right away because I've been on the verge of losing it for the past hour or more. I totally lost it this afternoon, and just like then, I can barely think now. I mean, this whole room is throbbing with sex, and everywhere I look I see, smell, or touch something exciting. I wanna say or do anything, if it'll get Alan to fuck me!"

She forced herself to look up and concentrate. "Suzanne, it's complicated. You still owe me a victory fuck since we didn't really do a proper one before the card game. Tomorrow morning I'll teach you with some very hands-on lessons." She winked seductively.

Suzanne pouted, "You're just making it worse with your sexy tone of voice. Seriously, I need to know, now! Anyway, what do you call all that fucking we did earlier? The fucking in the restaurant, the department store dressing room, and the car?"

Xania deadpanned, "Warming up." However, she saw Susan walking up to them, so she said, "Hang in there," then went off to intercept Susan. She figured she could help Suzanne a bit by keeping the wanton Susan away from her.

Susan was hot to trot and soon was busy necking and groping with Xania. The others were reviving too (except for Brenda, who remained passed out).

Suzanne found herself frustrated, but thoroughly unable to think coherently about it. She again reveled in the fact that Alan said he was counting on her, but her usual cunning was blunted by a lusty fog and she couldn't figure out how to work the latest developments into her schemes. In fact, her schemes were in tatters. She was torn on what she should or shouldn't do about Alan and Susan, and was completely at sea over the incest with Amy issue. She hoped that she could have a long talk with Xania before her friend left the next day, since Xania seemed to be giving such good advice lately. She hoped that would help her get her head together.

After a few more minutes, everyone wandered back into the living room, and someone woke Brenda.

With time on their minds now, Suzanne and Alan brought the group to order and they resumed the game.

Alan's penis still refused to rise, and he didn't want to get involved in administering the dares, so he sat the game out completely for a while. As a result, the dares all involved the females with each other for a while. He figured that if he was done for the evening, he wanted to make sure everyone else was equally done too before the party ended.

Most of the dares still involved Brenda in some way, even though she was still too wiped out to get up off the floor. By now, there was hardly a square inch of skin on anybody that hadn't been explored by Brenda, nor was there any inch of Brenda that hadn't been probed by every other person in the room. Furthermore, she was doused in even more cum than ever before. The rules technically limited a dare to two people only at one time. Had that not been the case, virtually everyone would have ended up on Brenda at once.

The previous card game had been the most incredible experience of her life, but this evening's events made that day seem as sexually mild and ordinary as a peck on the cheek. She usually could be found panting and heaving, attempting to recover from yet another orgasm.

But Xania ran a close second in interest, since she was also new. One dare from Katherine even put Brenda and Xania together.

By this time, Xania was acting with complete abandon. She occasionally kept up her prudish pretense, but only with words. Her body was very willing and able to do any dare offered, and the others knew it. The dare between Xania and Brenda was very free-form, just for them to go at it, so they went at it.

Xania ended up spanking Brenda most of the time. She noticed that Brenda seemed to want to be spanked, and she wanted to see how aggressive she could get without Suzanne around to overwhelm her.

Events seemed to carry on just fine without Alan. Susan's pussy was still sore from previous days of too much dildo action, not to mention she was having her period, so she tried to beg off and didn't get involved in much. Plus, it just wasn't as much fun for her if Alan was sitting things out. But the others carried on with great energy.

Alan thought as he watched, These women are all so insatiable! How can I possibly ever please all of them, much less the cheerleaders at school too? And Glory, for that matter! The only solution is what's going on right now: they have to tire themselves out first and leave just enough for me to handle. Thank the friggin' Lord for lesbian sex, or I'd be a dead man.

CHAPTER 4

The game was slowly unraveling, because without Alan there were six females and they started pairing off. Suzanne was with Brenda, Katherine was with Xania, and Amy was with Susan.

Alan was amused at how neglected he was, compared to the usual situation. This was especially true since his penis finally came to life, and yet he couldn't get anyone to notice it. There was so much moaning and even screaming going on that no one could hear his raised voice.

Finally he was forced to get up and find Susan's cowbell on the floor. He picked it up and rang it.

That caught their attention. All eyes looked at him, and the females saw him standing in the middle of the living room with his erection putting up proud and high. That really got their attention, and the room fell quiet.

"Thank you," Alan said to the suddenly hushed room. "As you can see, I'm hard again. We could pick another penis tender and go on with the game. But rather than do that, it's getting late and some of us have school tomorrow. I think we should start winding down."

That met with anguished groans.

"Now, now, I said start winding down, not end. I've been stroked and fondled and even blown all evening long. I thank you all for the attention. But I think it's time I finally fuck somebody."

That quieted all the complaining. They all gathered around him, sprawled out on the sofas. Clothes were scattered all over the room. Everyone was tired and sore from all the sex, but there was still some energy left for more. In fact, several of the more energetic such as Amy continued to casually masturbate themselves while listening to Alan speak.

He paced back and forth for dramatic effect, pleased to be the center of attention again. "Now, I can't fuck Mom, since she's on her period and still sore in both her holes to boot. Not to mention, she and I are going to make our first time a really special one. Ditto with Katherine. I want that to be special, and this is not the right scene."

In fact of course he'd already fucked his sister many times, but Susan didn't know that, so he had to keep up the pretense. "Suzanne, and Amy, sorry, I love you both, but I've fucked you before and I'll fuck you many times again. Whereas we have two visitors who are completely unfucked. I think I must choose between them."

Alan had fucked Xania already, but only Suzanne and Katherine knew that, so he had to keep up that pretense too. With a hand on his chin, he said, "The question is whom should I choose."

Xania spoke up. "Now just a minute. This goes too far. I know I said that already, but this time I really mean it. You can't just talk about fucking me without letting me have a say in the matter. That's rude, crude, and, and, and... despicable! I know that I said I wished Alan could 'whip me into line with his big cock' but that was just the heat of the moment! Things have been so erotic and arousing that I'm very confused and making all kinds of mistakes that I'll regret later. Look at the crazy way I was making out with Katherine a minute ago. The fact of the matter is, I've just broken up with a boyfriend and I'm very emotionally distraught. I can't start fucking already!"

Susan again got a fierce look in her eye. "Now, Xania, normally I'm a very accommodating person, but I have to put my foot down. I don't know if Alan wants to fuck you or Brenda, but if he chooses you, you're right that you have no say. Alan likes his tits big, and despite all your fancy psychology degrees, you're still a big-titted centerfold-quality babe at heart, and God put women like you and me on this Earth to be fucked by the likes of Alan! Period! The problem is that you feel the desire to be tamed by his cock, but you still have some freedom of thought. I guess you haven't been tamed sufficiently. Tiger, please take care of that, will you? Turn her into one of us."

Xania looked around frantically. "Turn me into one of you? What is this, the invasion of the pod people or something? I refuse to play your twisted games any longer. You all have gone too far!"

She wasn't sure if anyone would still buy her prudish front after all the things she'd done, but she thought she'd give it one more try. She further hoped that her reluctant pose would encourage Alan to choose her over Brenda. She was amazed that the others seemed to be still buying her act, unaware that it was largely because they saw her fit the mold of how Susan had repeatedly made very similar protests in complete sincerity weeks before.

Xania looked over at the puddle of cum that contained Brenda. "Brenda, I'm sure you agree with me. Right? Alan can't just fuck whomever he chooses. We have rights!"

Brenda had her head between Suzanne's thighs and was happily licking away, but she'd been closely listening. She pulled away and answered firmly, "No. Actually, I don't. Maybe you have rights, but I only want to serve. Serve this whole family, but especially Alan! Susan is so right with her tit rules. I often wondered why I was saddled with such annoyingly big tits, but now I know. I know my place, and it's on the floor with my legs spread for Alan!"

Xania groaned, "God, the pod people did get to you."

Ignoring that, Brenda immediately assumed that position, which wasn't difficult as she was already on the floor. "Mas... Mister Alan, please fuck me? Please?" Again, she had a hard time not calling him master, and barely managed to cover her mistake. She wasn't aware that she'd screamed out "Master" quite a few times earlier in the evening when she was beside herself with desire.

Alan was impressed, if not overwhelmed. Most of all, such talk made him horny beyond belief. But he remembered Xania, and turned to her.

He knew that Xania was acting and very much desired a fuck, so he too decided to ham it up. "Xania, this is my house, and I refuse to permit this kind of behavior. If you actually had a boyfriend that would be one thing, but just thinking about your ex? I'm sorry. Brenda and Katherine, hold Xania down."

Alan had chosen Brenda to help even though he barely knew her. He had a hunch that she'd do just about anything for him, and he was right. In fact, Brenda loved the idea of helping with the rope and managed to drag herself off the floor to do it.

Xania let out a string of expletives and curses while her arms were pinned back by the two females. She wiggled in ways that would look alluring, but in fact she didn't try to physically resist at all.

Alan meanwhile went to the kitchen and brought out a coil of rope.

Susan's eyes lit up. "Rope! Yes! It's about time!" She pumped her fist. "Alan, Tiger, are you going to tie her up? When you're done, can you do me?"

"Yes, I'm going to tie her up, but you and I will wait for a special time. You should have told me you were into this kind of thing."

Katherine also seemed very excited by the rope, but Amy had no special reaction and Suzanne just rolled her eyes.

Surprisingly, Amy spoke. "Alan, you're not going to do anything Xania doesn't want, are you? Because the Alan I know and love wouldn't do something against someone's will."

Alan was touched by Amy's goodness and concern. He thought, Once again, thank God for Amy. I live a very crazy life and I think that ultimately Amy is the one who's going to keep me sane. Actually, Amy's empathy and Suzanne's willpower. Thank God for the Pestridges.

He responded, "Of course, Amy, I wouldn't do anything anyone wouldn't want to do. Xania very much wants this. Listen to her body, not her mouth." As he said this, he started to tie Xania's arms together behind her back.

Amy asked, "Xania? Are you cool with this? Alan's not a meanie, you know."

Xania too was pleased and amused by Amy's innocence and kindness. "Don't worry, Amy. Come here and I'll tell you a secret. Then, if you want to stop everything, just say the word and I'm sure Alan will stop."

So Amy listened to Xania's whispers. She left satisfied.

The truth was, Xania even now wanted to maintain the pretense of her prudishness and reluctance, and Amy was ruining it by forcing her to admit that she desperately wanted to get fucked. The whispering allowed Xania to keep the reluctant fantasy going with the others, even though everyone more or less knew now what Xania really wanted.

Alan was left with the task of tying up Xania. He had an awkward time with it, as he'd never tied a person up before. He stood there with the rope, uncertain as to how to start.

Katherine said, "Big Guiro Brother, would you like some help?"

"What the hell is a guiro?"

"A musical instrument made out of a gourd. Very long, thick, and phallic shaped. Anyway, let me guide you through using the rope."

"And how would you know?"

"I've been studying up on the subject so I'd be ready when you wanted to use the rope on me. I know all kinds of ways. A good fuck toy has the same motto as the Boy Scouts do: 'Be Prepared.' I hope this is the start of a new phase of increasing control. You should have your various nymphos naked, tied, and bound and scattered all over the house, ready for fucking."

Alan rolled his eyes. "Sis, you're too much. You scare me sometimes, and I seriously mean that. But I could use the help."

With Katherine's direction, Alan tied Xania's hands behind her back, and also tied her arms down by passing rope above and below her breasts. The extra rope for the arms didn't have much practical purpose but it made Xania look more helpless and sexy. The fact that Xania added a proud defiance to her usual stern glare only aroused Alan (and everyone else) that much more.

Then Katherine and Brenda let go, leaving Xania lying on one of the couches.

Katherine backed off, and Brenda sat farther down the couch from where Xania now was.

Alan dramatically walked back and forth between his remaining choices of Xania and Brenda as if he was a military officer performing an inspection.

He thought to himself, Realistically, I've only got one fuck left in me tonight. It took half an hour for my penis to recover last time, and that's an unusually long time for me. There's no way I would have made it whatsoever if it weren't for the sheer beauty and enthusiasm of this bunch. I'm running on fumes and I don't think I can get it up again at all. I can't ruin my reputation by trying and failing to get it up in front of everyone.

So. Brenda OR Xania. I have to pick.

He turned to Brenda, still sprawled out on the floor. On one hand, I've fucked Xania already, but not Brenda. I'd love to give Brenda a good fucking. I'd start with a titfuck just to warm up, and then work my way down. She's so covered with cum, it would be perfectly lovely to end up adding my load to her sticky face and chest. She's such a great screamer and leaker; I'm sure she'd be a total blast to fuck. She's like a living Jessica Rabbit with a body clearly designed by God for fucking.

He looked at Xania, tied up on the couch. But on the other hand, Xania has been so great this evening. I've been getting a huge kick out of her protests. And now that she's all tied up, how can I not fuck her? I've never tied someone up before and I'm finding it really turns me on. I'd love to see her helplessly squirm and protest while I repeatedly ram her pussy and fill it with my hot seed. Man, that would be great. Not only that, but she was a good fuck. Very experienced. Tonight I think she'd be an even greater fuck because she's so randy and uninhibited. In some ways, Xania is even more built to fuck than Brenda. While Brenda is all soft and squeezable, Xania is toned and muscular. I like both, but Xania's so tall, too. I can French kiss and fuck at the same time. She's got a great squeezy cunt with Suzanne-like vaginal talents. That's hard to turn down.

But then again, Brenda and her tits. So tough to pass up. But Brenda lives in town and Xania just passes through once in a blue moon. On the other hand, Brenda hasn't been fucked yet. Also, it's not like Xania won't be back often, after a night like this. Yet I can't just leave Xania all tied up and ready to fuck. Look at how clean and dry Xania is, relatively speaking. ... Then there's Brenda. Lake Brenda. Her energy does seem to be reviving, which is good...

He walked back and forth, genuinely unable to make up his mind. He kept thinking of more good reasons to pick one, and then the other.

Everyone waited to see what he'd do. Brenda and Xania sat still and waited with bated breath. The fact that his rigid erection bounced around with every step he took drove them and everyone else wild with lust.

A thought occurred to Alan that helped him make up his mind. Brenda has to go home soon because it's nearly midnight, and her son Adrian would worry about her. He's said to be a real mama's boy. Xania, on the other hand, is definitely staying the night. I even carried her luggage in. That means I can have my cake and eat it too!

CHAPTER 5

Suddenly Alan stopped and smiled. Everyone knew he'd made his decision. He stepped forward, ready to fuck. He felt his energy and enthusiasm revive even more as he contemplated his choice.

The others, Susan, Suzanne, Katherine, and Amy, all leaned forward from where they sat, waiting to find out who he'd do.

He announced, "It just occurred to me that since Xania is staying and Brenda is going home shortly, I should fuck Brenda now and Xania tomorrow morning before school. Would that work for both of you?"

Brenda nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, M- Alan!" She again had trouble not calling Alan "Master" because that's how she saw him now. Yet he still remained unaware that she had become even more subservient than, say, Katherine.

Xania started to protest when she wasn't chosen, but then realized that in her role as the sexually reluctant psychologist, she couldn't protest. After all, her reluctance was supposedly why he had her tied up right now. Not sure what to say, she just remained silent.

Alan waited for a response, and when he failed to get one, he said, "Xania, I feel bad. Especially seeing how we have your hands all tied up and all." Reaching out with one hand, he gently brushed his fingertips over one of her nipples.

Xania just closed her eyes and shivered with tortured delight at his touch.

"You're my first experiment with rope but hopefully not the last, because I have to admit it looks quite sexy. I think we'll keep you like that for a while." He pinched one of her nipples.

Xania was still surly and silent, but she reacted to the nipple torment by writhing her whole body around like a beached fish. She was trying to look pissed off, but she couldn't hide her body's arousal. God dammit! This sucks. Royally. Why didn't he pick me?!

Katherine raised her hand. "Need another volunteer?"

Alan smiled at that, but he had his hands full for the moment. Pulling his hand away from groping Xania's breasts, he spoke to the group at large. "I'd like to be alone with Brenda for a while. I've had plenty of group fun tonight and think a bit of one-on-one would be a nice change of pace. But if any of you still have some energy left, I suggest you play with Xania here. All tied up like that, she's helpless to resist, so do whatever you like. And you heard her troublesome attitude earlier tonight. I think she could use some more breaking in."

Amy saluted and said, "Yes, sir!" She seemed to see the breaking in as some kind of new game.

Alan smiled wickedly. Even though he knew Xania was just pretending to be reluctant, he still got off on the idea of "breaking in" a reluctant woman, and turning her into a submissive sex toy. He found himself powerfully attracted to the sight of a woman bound by rope.

But a part of his brain said to him, Watch it, Alan. That's your dark side rearing its ugly head again. Your evil side. You have to fight that. Where's the good Alan? What happened to him? You're getting worse with every passing day.

Alan spoke to himself as if there was a conversation occurring in his brain. He's still there. After all, Xania is just playing around. And anyways, isn't breaking in someone a good thing sometimes? For instance, I'd be doing Heather a big favor if I could overcome her bitchiness and teach her some humility. I think it wouldn't hurt her to learn to worship cock.

He cut off that line of thought and tried to focus on Brenda instead. "Come here, Brenda." He gave her his hand and graciously helped her up off the couch.

Brenda needed the help because she was so far gone from a night of nonstop sexual activity that she could barely stand.

Alan looked at her, examining just how thoroughly she was covered in cum. He'd never seen anything like it. Most of it was her own pussy juice, smeared all around by many hands. "Brenda, I want you to go take a shower. I like looking at you like that, but don't relish the idea of fucking a sticky, cum-soaked zombie. Make it cold and rouse yourself. Okay?"

Brenda nodded obediently and then slowly made her way upstairs to the showers.

The situation resolved, Alan wandered off into the kitchen and helped himself to a snack. Not only was he hungry, but he had to stall for time until Brenda was ready. He grabbed an apple and a chocolate bar, and then made his way back to the living room.

Xania already found herself in the middle of the fold out bed, with Katherine and Amy working away on her. Katherine was generally focusing on Xania's upper half and Amy on her lower half, but their hands were busy and seemingly everywhere at once.

Susan just sitting and watching. She looked tired.

Suzanne was getting her things so she could go upstairs to the other shower and get cleaned off before heading home. She said to Alan as she walked past him, "Ah, the energy of youth. I think your mother and I are all fucked out."

Susan clarified, "I'm pretty beat, it's true, but I'm going to stay here a while and keep an eye on Xania, just to make sure these two properly 'break her in.'"

Alan was curious by her use of "break in," as that suddenly popular term hadn't been used around the house before. "Just what does 'breaking in' mean to you, Mom?"

"It means that she becomes like us - completely and utterly addicted to sex, and in particular, ready to serve you in every way. Look at her. What a body! What a face. Someone like that needs to be seriously fucked all the time. So we have to instill the right attitude by giving her enough mind-blowing orgasms that she'll need and crave more. That body needs to dedicate itself to serving your sexual needs first and foremost. If your sister and girlfriend can't do a proper job by themselves, I'm ready to leap in to help. But I hope I won't have to, as I'm simply pooped. All this sex is so exhausting."

Alan chuckled, "You're telling me!" He felt exhausted just watching Katherine, Amy, and Xania bouncing all over each other. He thought, I'm gonna need that kind of energy to do what needs to be done to Xania and Brenda. I'm not happy seeing a beautiful naked woman unless she's so deeply and profoundly fucked that she's too tired to move. I kind of feel like it's my responsibility to keep them that way. And that kind of intense sex is so tiring.

Alan saw Suzanne head upstairs (she had paused, wanting to hear what Susan's idea of 'breaking in' was like). Then he found a spot in a remote corner of the living room where he could watch the proceedings from a distance without being disturbed while consuming his snack.

It was a good time for introspection, while he waited for Brenda to get herself ready. I suppose this evening will be pretty typical of my life from here on in, barring some kind of major disaster. Orgies. Can I handle it? Is this what I want? Is constantly filling women's holes with my dick and flooding them with cum basically what I want to DO with my life?

Well... Yes, and yes, and yes again. It seems that all I do lately is fuck and fuck, but by God, it feels so good! I never understood what pleasure was before. And I never really knew love, either. I've bonded so tightly in mid-fuck that sometimes it seems like two people are really one. Besides, it's not like I can't fuck a ton and have higher aspirations and do other things. Didn't Wilt Chamberlain brag that he fucked, like, 20,000 different women? And he had a huge sports career on the side, heh-heh-heh. I can't imagine getting bored, either. If we do this again next week with the same bunch of people, it'll be the same in some ways, but completely different in others. I'd love to keep the Wednesday night card game tradition going forever.

But Brenda ... she's both really amazing, and yet somehow disturbing. She still strikes me as somewhat unreal, like a cartoon character with an inhumanly proportioned body come to life. She was talking about her mother earlier, but I'm not sure if I fully understand what makes her tick. I just don't get what's come over her. I remember when she first came here and she was so moody and easily pissed off. I can't imagine her yelling at us now.

He finished his snack. Well, no time like the present.

He stood up and announced to the others in the room, "I'm off to fuck Brenda. Wish me luck. You all take care of Xania, okay?"

From where Susan sat on a couch watching the action with Xania, she said expectantly, "Goodnight kiss!"

Alan went over to kiss her. His penis was flaccid, but that didn't last long after getting in close proximity to Susan. But he was mindful of Brenda waiting and kept it short.

He naturally was obliged to give goodnight kisses to Katherine and Amy as well. Katherine had a strap-on and continued to pummel Xania even while Alan and his sister necked.

He thought, You know what's great? I can do whatever I want with these perfect women. Anything. Anything! So many holes, and so little time. I wish I had, like, nine penises and an endless supply of cum, so I could pump a whole bunch of holes all at once and keep them all overflowing with semen. But lacking that, I can still have a lot of fun...

He'd kissed Amy last, but said to her when it was done, "That kiss wasn't really so good. Let's try it again. Stand up over here."

Amy had been sliding an anal dildo in and out of Xania's butt to great success, but she left it in and stood up where he indicated.

He positioned himself so his erection was hanging down towards Xania's face while his own face was high up and level with Amy's. He fed his penis into Xania's mouth and she took it enthusiastically, letting him slide the head of his penis all along the welcoming bed of her remarkably long tongue and on down into her throat.

Xania was already pretty far gone into her own orgasmic dreamland especially after what Katherine and Amy had been doing to her, and Alan wasn't even sure if she knew what was happening or if her mouth suckled at him in an automatic response. Regardless, she truly impressed him with her blowjob technique for the first time (previously, she tried to be a bad cocksucker as part of her innocent psychologist act). Her tongue could practically wrap itself all the way around his penis and jack it off as if it were a couple of fingers, but at the same time her lips knew just how to suck. It was like being blown and jacked off at the same time.

The only oral technique Alan found more pleasurable was Glory's all too rare deep throat sessions, but this ran a close second.

Xania thought, This is nuts! I've been in orgies and S an M scenes before, but nothing like this. I've never felt so, well... dominated! It feels like Alan IS "whipping me into line with his big cock," and I actually like it! I'm not into that kind of thing at all, but Alan and the girls somehow make it so much fun, almost like joining a super cool club.

Meanwhile, the kiss with Amy made the experience that much better for Alan. He drew the kiss out until he got extremely hard and ready, then he disengaged. He didn't want to cum just then, given that Brenda would be waiting upstairs.

Amy and Katherine returned to their double dildo attack on Xania as if they'd never been interrupted.

Xania too gave no sign that she'd just been fucked in the mouth, but she continued to whimper, pant, squirm, and writhe with her arms tied down, just as she'd been doing before.

However, Susan was still watching from a nearby couch and commented, "Tiger, you asked about breaking in? THAT's what I mean. You just stick Alan Junior somewhat near her face and she leans forward and gives it a good suck. She doesn't think, she just does it. That's what I'm talking about!" She beamed with deep contentment.

CHAPTER 6

Alan walked upstairs, thinking, FINALLY! As Mel Brooks said in that movie of his, "It's good to be the king." Geez. Xania's right. This house is developing a little culture of its own, like a separate society. We're developing so many rituals and traditions that it's hard to cross the house without kissing three people and fucking two more. Not that I'm really complaining, when they all look so tasty and taste even better. Speaking of tasty treats, let's see how Brenda's doing.

Alan looked in the bathroom for Brenda, but couldn't find her there. His own room was dark, but when he turned on the overhead light he found Brenda lying on his floor. She had been in the room for a while and had to close her eyes while she adjusted to the bright light.

Brenda was taking Suzanne's advice that partly clothed was sexier than completely naked, and also Suzanne's additional advice to keep her long nipples bared at all times. The only thing she wore was one of his dress shirts strategically unbuttoned so her mammoth tits aggressively announced their nakedness, completely exposed but with the shirt straining around them on all sides. The look reminded Alan of his mother's cut out T-shirt, except that Brenda practically made Susan appear flat-chested in comparison.

Slowly she adjusted to the bright light. A big smile crossed her face as she realized Alan was standing there. She'd been dazed and groggy, not to mention more than a little bit icky, but the shower did her a world of good. She now looked morning fresh, sparkling clean, and very expectant. The idea of getting fucked had really inspired and energized her.

She just smiled at him and spread her legs extremely wide.

His thoughts drifted back to Brenda's comment made earlier in the evening: "I know my place, and it's on the floor with my legs spread for Alan."

She was obviously recalling the same comment. In fact, that was why she was kneeling on the floor and not sitting on the bed. But even as she was showing off her pussy for him (surprisingly free of sex juices, for once) she was feeling distraught. Why can't I help myself? Now that I've admitted it to myself, my sinful son lust, I should be having sex with Aidy, not with Alan. But Alan is my Master. That just feels so natural, so right. Why does it feel like I'm cheating on my Pooh Bear?

Alan was oblivious to her internal struggle. He smiled back at her and thought, I've never had anyone speak to me so clearly without actually speaking. Cool. But what makes her this way? I know she had some kind of weird lust thing going on with her own mother, and she's drawn to the whole incest idea, big time. Now she wants her son. Meanwhile, I want my mother, and can barely wait another two days to finally fuck her. That gives me an idea that'll make this an extra fun fuck for both of us.

He walked into the room, pretending not to see Brenda. He was naked and had been flaccid. At least he was until he saw Brenda. Shutting the door behind him, he yelled as if to another room, "Hi Mom! I'm home!"

Brenda was puzzled, and said aloud, "Mom?"

Alan turned towards the voice and said with great surprise, "Mom! What are you doing there? And why are you lying half-naked on my floor? In my own bedroom!"

Brenda was unused to the whole role-play idea, and couldn't figure out what was going on. So he repeated, "Mom! Brenda Plummer! What's wrong with you?"

The combination of her first name and his last name caused the idea of her as his mother to finally click. A big smile came across her face. Her doubts and worried melted away because, mostly by sheer luck, Alan's role-play allowed her to feel that she was having sex with both her son and her new master at the same time.

She nearly jumped up for joy, but then she remembered her role as embarrassed intruder. However she was in an improbable position in the role-play, and asked herself why she would be naked in her son's room. She came up blank and just asked him, "What am I doing here? Naked!"

Alan said with a straight face, "You're probably just airing out your boobs."

She giggled. "Oh yeah. They need a lot of airing out." She looked down at her lower body. "And my pussy's getting aired out too. That's why my legs are opened wide in a very unladylike fashion." She giggled some more.

Alan couldn't help but laugh too.

Then she looked up at him and asked, "But why are you naked too?"

"Mom, it's my room. I thought I had some privacy. Geez. I happen to be airing out my penis." He suddenly pretended shock. "Oh no! You're looking at my pecker. How embarrassing!" He put both his hands over his jutting erection and tried to pretend shame, but didn't do that good of a job. He kept it pinned against him up towards his belly button, making sure that his hands didn't cover very much of it.

She picked up on his supposed embarrassment and tried to imitate it. "Now you're looking at me! Don't look at your mother that way." She made the motions of covering up her tits and pussy, but when it came to Brenda, mere arms and hands had no chance to cover up all of her tits, even if she wanted to. There was simply far too much flesh to cover.

Alan walked forward, eager to speed things up so they could get to actual fucking. "Oh my God, Mom, you've been masturbating in my room. Again! I keep coming home and finding you in here, and then my room smells funny afterwards. But this is the first time I caught you red-handed in the act. What on Earth are you doing?"

Brenda was still getting up to speed on the role-play, but gamely came back with, "Um, okay, you caught me. I have to admit I was masturbating. Even a mother has needs!"

"But why here? In MY room?" He now sat on the floor next to her. He reached out and held her hands as if consolingly, but that left no hands for either of them to cover up. His hard-on sprang out invitingly towards Brenda again, and her long nipples reached back towards him. Her excitement was growing and her chest was heaving.

She dropped her head in shame, enjoying the role-play more and more with each passing second. "Adrian, I mean, Alan, you've discovered my horrible secret. I do it here because of the fact that it is your room. Do I need to make it any clearer?"

"Mom! What are you talking about? Do you mean that you have feelings for me? THOSE kinds of feelings?"

She nodded. Her supposed shame was undercut by a big smile on her face, but that was okay because this was a very playful role-play.

Alan still convincingly pretended some shock. "What were you thinking, Mom? Were you hoping I'd come in and find you?"

She nodded again.

"Did you expect me to do something like, oh, I don't know, cup one of your outrageously huge boobs? My own mother?" He cupped her left tit as he said that. He could scarcely believe how hefty and sizable her breasts felt. Even though he'd touched them before, there were some things one just could never get used to.

She nodded again as her grin grew.

He briefly looked down at her pussy and noticed it was starting to leak. "Mother, you must know that I'm drawn to your huge knockers. Who wouldn't be?" He now grabbed her other tit, and both hands started hefting them up and down. "But what may surprise you is that I also have a big thing for cunts, especially leaky ones like yours. I have a confession, too. I've been sneaking into your room and stealing your panties. I love to smell your musky scent. Is that wrong? Then I take them back here and jack off into them. You know what jacking off means, don't you? It's like this."

He briefly removed one of his hands from her tits and guided her dainty hand to his penis.

She naturally began stroking it, and he returned to groping her tits. She thought, Good God! Susan is so right! Alan is just unstoppable! With this little incest game of his, how could I possibly hope to resist?!

Even though she loved the feel of his thick erection in her hand, she'd had enough jacking him off from earlier. She wanted something different, something more. She gamely came back with, "I have a confession too, Son. I also have fantasies. I've been fantasizing about you fucking my tits." Teasingly mimicking the words he'd just said, she said, "Is that wrong? You do know what a titfuck is, don't you?"

She pulled Alan up to his knees and then literally pulled his penis into her chest. The rest of his body was forced to follow.

She thought, YES! YES! This feels so right! My Master owns my body now! Fuck my tits! Fuck 'em!

She did all the work of the titfuck, her entire body bouncing back and forth while he just stood there with his hands on his hips.

It brought a great rush of pleasure to his penis. Oh man! This is the life. My dick could seriously get lost in all that slippery cleavage!

She said more to herself than him, "Oh, baby! Your snake belongs between my tits!"

Alan wondered why she used the snake term, though he did recall her using the word at least once before.

She continued with breathless excitement, "I suppose you're going to fuck your mother. Now that you know my dirty secret lust, you're going to fuck me non-stop."

It was obvious that Brenda had a similar sexual mentality to Susan, and thanks to what he'd learned with Susan, he knew exactly the kind of thing Brenda wanted to hear. He said with confidence, "Yep. My dick is gonna live inside your holes from now on. All day long. Sorry, Mom, but that's just a fact."

"Ooh!" She gasped with delirious delight.

The whole situation was all so improbable and exciting to Alan that again he could scarcely believe it was really happening. Why do I deserve Brenda? Why is she so enthusiastic? He wracked his brain. Well, I guess one way of looking at it is that most guys presented with this situation would come in here acting like complete babbling idiots, overawed by her body. Then, once they've managed to fumble their cocks out they'd be so excited that they'd prematurely ejaculate just at the sight of her, leaving Brenda high and dry.

Alan couldn't help but inwardly laugh in frustrated sympathy for her at the idea of Brenda ever being dry during sex. He looked back down at her pussy and confirmed that it was gushing like a river now.

She's so eager to give in and surrender to me. Whereas, not only do I take a commanding and cool attitude, if I do say so myself, but I also came up with this role-play. A pretty apt and clever one, judging from her reaction and the little I know about her. I guess I do have my own attributes. Some of it is luck, but there's also a good reason that Brenda is here. I can fuck her better than anyone else she knows, and maybe even better than anyone she's ever likely to meet.

Feeling better about everything, he got more into it and began thrusting his hips back and forth. It occurred to him that he'd forgotten to think of lubrication for her cleavage, but then he decided that when it came to Brenda, moisture was never a problem. Sure enough, his penis slid back and forth as easily as if he was rubbing up against silk pillows, eased by new beads of sweat plus the moistness of her skin from her recent shower.

After a while of working her own breasts around his cock, Brenda asked, "How am I doing, Master? Most men would have cum by now."

Alan replied with a swagger, "I'm not most men." Gotta build up my reputation. Brenda seems to really dig that kind of stuff. But then he replayed what she said. Despite his supposed cool, he exclaimed incredulously, "Master?! Did you just call me Master?"

"Oh no!" Brenda dropped her head in embarrassment even as she continued to pump his penis with her rack. The manly smell of his penis nearly drove her crazy, but she tried her best to think. "Suzanne's going to be mad at me. She said I shouldn't use that word yet, but I just can't help it!"

Alan smirked. "Did she, now?" Must be another one of Suzanne's schemes. I wonder what she's got cooked up for Brenda. I'm sure it'll be something fun. "What else did she tell you?"

"Oh, please Master. Don't make me tell! I'll only get in more trouble with her. As it is, I imagine someone is going to have to give me a very stern spanking!" She trembled at the thought.

That set her tit-mountains quaking in a delightful way around Alan's shaft that he had never quite felt before.

"You don't mind if I call you Master, do you? Can it just be our little secret for now?"

Brenda looked up at Alan and gave him her most pleading puppy dog face. Her face was remarkably chubby, cute, and childlike for someone with such an adult body. It seemed her whole body had never really lost its baby fat.

Alan couldn't resist that look. "Okay. For now. But I came up here for a FUCK, not a titfuck." He remembered their role-play, and commanded, "Get on the bed now, Mom. I don't care what you say. I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not. And I don't care if you are my mother. The way you've been tempting me with that curvy body for years, you owe me!"

The reminder of the mother role greatly excited her, causing her to let out a high-pitched squeal.

Looking again at her drooling pussy, Alan wondered where all that liquid was coming from. Certainly she'd have to run out after a while, wouldn't she? If we have sex for a while will her skin shrivel up like a prune for lack of moisture? Freaky.

Since Alan said he'd had enough titfucking, Brenda disengaged, stood up, and literally threw herself on the bed behind her. The bed bounced up and down nearly as much as her chest did, those remarkable orbs crazily crashing into each other until she settled down.

Lying back with her legs spread out wide, she said provocatively, "You're right. That's my punishment for being caught in your room. In fact, I imagine you're going to make Mommy your very own little fuck slave. Mmmm! I just love that term: fuck slave! I guess there's no use in fighting it. After all these years where I was the bossing parent, my son is going to dominate me and completely own me! I suppose I'll have to call you Master from now on."

Alan smiled at how quickly she'd managed to incorporate Master into their role-play. His penis also appreciated her use of the word "mommy" which made him think of Susan. He felt as if he was fucking a Susan-Brenda combination with this role-play, and that was a very delightful prospect. "Yes, that's right." He was up on her now, and held his penis, ready to put it in., but then he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We should be quiet so Dad doesn't hear. He's just down the hallway, you know."

"He is? Oh. He is!" She reveled in his latest addition to their story. "Well, don't worry about him too much. He's going to have to get used to the fact sooner or later that his wife is sleeping in here from now on. Starting tonight and every night, she sleeps with her son. Her master!"

CHAPTER 7

Alan was just about to get down to fucking, when he remembered about protection. Stepping out of his role-play role, he asked, "Brenda, should I get a condom?"

"Are you kidding? Son, if you want to knock up your mommy, that's your right!"

Alan found that almost painfully arousing, but he persisted, "Brenda, all sex games aside, I'm asking you seriously: are you on the pill?"

"I am! And I want you bareback! Please?" She grabbed her legs with both hands and pulled them up until her feet were on either side of her head. She couldn't think of a more vulnerable and needy position to signal that she needed him inside, this very instant.

Alan thought briefly about getting a condom, just to be on the safe side. Aww... Fuck it. She's just too sexy to actually dig around for a condom and all that time-consuming crap! He lay down on top of her and positioned his erection on her pussy lips. He was ready for a good fuck. He rubbed around it briefly, but didn't push in.

It made her wild with anticipation. Yes! No condom! That means he's going to squirt me full of his juices. He's going to flood me, drown me in Master cum! But get on with it already, get on with it!

Alan knew that if he had one sexual skill that lived up to all the hype, it was his ability to control himself and control his orgasms. He used that control now, and toyed with Brenda's great desire.

She let go of her legs and soon they were trashing around as her whole body suffered with cock need. Master, take me! Master, Master! Arrgh! What are you waiting for?!

What was left of her resolve very quickly broke down. She humped her hips up and down as if trying to catch his penis and draw it in, but to no avail. "Son! Master! Alan! Do you want to hear your mother beg? Is that what you want? Because I'm begging. Please fuck me! Fuck me now! Take your mommy and use her like a cheap two dollar whore!"

Since his face was right above hers, Alan brought his lips down hard on Brenda's mouth, silencing her pleas. But getting in position to kiss her shifted his body and caused his penis to slide further away from her vagina. Her breasts remained crushed beneath his body, her hard nipples poking into his chest. The kiss excited her so much that when it ended and he pulled away, he noticed that her hips were humping the air, trying to find his penis.

Brenda panted, breathless with anticipation. Her eyes were shut as she strained to feel the first hints of her impending penetration. She muttered, "Am I a whore? That sounds so very dirty."

He cupped her flushed face in his hands, saying, "Sure, I'm going to use my own mother like a cheap, disposable one-shot whore picked up off the streets. That's how hard and relentlessly you're going to be fucked. But don't worry. I love you too much to just use you once and discard you afterwards." He kissed her. "I want to keep my mother as my very own favorite fuck, a private whore just for me, so I can spread her thighs and fill her with the love that only I can give her until I flood her with happiness and she overflows with joy." This kind of talk triggered his lust for Susan, and increased his arousal even more.

Brenda cried, crying out her tears of emotion as she wrapped her arms and legs around Alan and simply held on for dear life as she shuddered through what felt like yet another full body orgasm. She was overwhelmed by his saying "I love you," even if it was only in a role-play. She fantasized that he really meant it and she really was his mother.

Alan waited until her orgasmic thrashing quieted down, which took quite a while. Then he kissed the wetness away from her cheeks and eyelids, which made her gasp and clutch him to her again. He found it ironic that she was crying tears of joy after just being called a cheap whore.

"But first, Mom, I need to check to make sure you're wet enough for me to start fucking you."

Brenda's eyes flew open in surprise at the very absurdity of the idea that he could think she might not be wet enough to fuck yet. But then she looked into Alan's grinning face and saw that he was teasing her.

Alan started slowly sliding down along Brenda's body, dragging her trapped breasts along with him. His penis was slightly below her pussy lips and then they kept going down between her thighs. As much as he wanted to fuck her right away, he also wanted to give her the most mind-blowing experience of her life. He still didn't know her well, and didn't know how serious she was about all this "Master" talk. But he figured that if he fucked her silly, she'd be his for sure.

At first Brenda felt like he was abandoning her, taking his penis further and further away from her needy hole. But then she realized where his head was going and relaxed her hold on him. She opened her thighs up with a breathy sigh and tangled her fingers in his unruly hair as she pushed his face down closer and closer to her drooling pussy. Too much! He's going to eat me first?! Good Lord! I just hope I don't pass out!

Welcome to Lake Brenda! Alan thought to himself, as if he were a Scoutmaster leading a scouting troop to a new campsite in the wilderness. Directly ahead you can see Gushing Pussy Falls. It flows all year round, regardless of weather. In fact, it's almost always extremely hot and humid out here in the bush. It is recommended, campers, that you drink straight from the source, although you should be aware that flash floods can and do happen frequently, at any time, and without much warning. Heh-heh!

Alan started to lick between her legs.

It was nearly too much for the helplessly aroused Brenda. She had to let go of his head and clutch the bed sheets to try and still her tremors for fear of passing out.

He didn't even start by licking her pussy lips, but instead began by cleaning her thick flow from where it had spilled down towards her ass. When he finally did swipe his tongue through her pussy, he explored between her inner and outer pussy lips. Then he settled down to play his tongue all the way up and down her slot.

Brenda altered between gasping for air and ecstatic babbling as her back arched up off the bed and her hips tried to fuck their way down onto Alan's probing tongue. Her arms flew wildly in every direction while her thighs fluttered open and closed.

Alan enjoyed himself quite wholeheartedly. Brenda was such a responsive and vocal woman that it was easy for him to figure out what pushed her buttons. Any kind of sex with Brenda was a very low stress activity, because there was no fear of performing poorly. It seemed that just about anything would push her buttons. He only half-jokingly imagined making her cum by merely rubbing her knee cap. But he didn't want to just be good or even great this time, he wanted to be incredible.

He found her juices delicious, although they were a bit thick for straight-up drinking, having a consistency closer to his own cum (which he'd now tasted twice). Brenda positively flowed - it seemed he was facing a losing battle because the more he licked, the wetter she got.

It wasn't long before he covered her entire pussy mound with his lips and drank straight from the source. He sucked her never-ending juices right out of her while Brenda just kept cumming in surges into his mouth. It almost seemed like drinking from a drinking fountain.

The thought occurred to him, The way she's always so wet, it would be much better if she'd shave her bush so tongues could more easily lick up all her juicy goodness. I'll have to make a mental note about that for later.

When Alan got tired of drinking from her ever flowing pussy he stopped swallowing her juices, but continued letting them pool in his sucking mouth until he had a mouthful in his cheeks. Swishing his tongue through the viscous fluid to stir it, he moved back up to lie on top of her again. Then he kissed Brenda and let her own sex fluids drain between his lips into hers. He fed the taste of her pussy down into her waiting, thirsty throat.

Brenda had never done that before, and she loved it. She especially loved the naughtiness of the act, and that he did it to her without asking first.

She reached down and grabbed Alan's ass with both hands, trying to communicate to him her urgent need to feel his penis deep inside her. She grunted and sighed in great desperation.

Alan broke their kiss and simply looked into her eyes, without moving. He wanted to see just how worked up he could make her.

Brenda began to whimper until she couldn't stand it anymore. "Master?! Please! Have mercy on my throbbing, empty cunt. Master, pleeeasse! I beg you! I need to get fucked so bad!"

Alan liked the way she desperately begged for his penis and decided to reward her. "If I'm your Master," he grunted, pushing his penis forward into her pussy, "that makes you my Slave!"

CHAPTER 8

The idea of being taken as a slave excited Brenda terribly. Combined with the thrust of his seemingly unstoppable penis, it seemed her body turned to mush as she crumbled with an overpowering climax that seemed to have no end. She was so giddy that she had to struggle to hold herself together mentally.

Alan had been through a similar fuck once before with Glory. He recalled that instead of giving his teacher space to recover from her intense multiple orgasm, he just her fucked harder, and in the end she loved it. So he did the same with Brenda.

She could scarcely breathe, and seemed on the verge of hyperventilating as she tried to catch up and recover.

But he was relentless. He would have liked to just luxuriate in the feel of his erection sheathed in her pussy, but he didn't want to catch her breath. He kept pounding into her at a fast pace.

"I'm not just going to fuck you," Alan said in the most calm and commanding voice Brenda had ever heard him use, even while his penis frantically hammered her and his balls slapped wildly. "I'm going to split you in two. You're gonna die of pleasure. I'm gonna practically fuck you to death!" He said this as though he were simply announcing an established fact and her death by fucking was a foregone conclusion.

But then he backed up his words with action. He picked the pace up another notch and drilled into her like he really was trying to force his way right through her body.

Brenda had never been fucked like this before. She discovered that she craved this overpowering, dominating style of fucking. Of course Alan was speaking metaphorically about fucking her to death, but the way her body was buckling and writhing, it seemed as if she took him literally.

She responded with another multiple orgasm, and surprisingly cried out, "Stop! Stop! I can't take it! Too much! Master! Please!" Her small, soft arms pounded on his muscular body, but to no avail.

Alan remembered his mother's advice to not take no for an answer and was putting that advice into practice. He thought, It really does seem like I'm fucking her to death! She sure carries on. Maybe I should give her a short break after all? Nah. It sounds like she's suffering, but I'm sure she can deal with it. As long as she can keep breathing. He was worried about the way she was desperately gasping for air, but he kept on pounding.

Brenda felt as if she was in a state of permanent orgasm. The euphoria that lasts for just a second or at most a few seconds at the height of climax for most people now seemed to be a continuous state that would never end. She felt transported, as if time stopped and she was able to live an hour in each second. She thought to herself, I can't take it! This is too much! So good, but too intense! Can't breathe! Stop!

In the back of her mind, she realized that the only way she could bring the too wonderful to be endured experience to an end was if she could get Alan to cum. Filled with this realization, her hips bucked upwards, lifting her butt completely off the bed. Even though she was still far gone and continually climaxing and gushing like a broken dam, she frantically rotated her hips and squeezed her vaginal muscles with all her might. It was like a desperate last gasp for survival, to get him to cum before he truly fucked her to death.

Alan had been sitting up on her, but she reached up, grabbed him, and pulled him down. Taken by surprise, he let her roll over on top of him.

As intently as he was fucking her, now she seemed determined to fuck back with even more energy. She slammed her hips up and down as if she was the one with the penis. Her timing was excellent, as her hips and his moved like one well-oiled machine. Their mutual thrusts doubled the exquisite feeling in both of them. She cried out through gritted teeth, managing one word with each thrust, "SLAVE ... MUST ... MAKE ... MASTER ... CUM!"

Then she just started yelling "CUM!" with each thrust, trying to force the cum out of him every way she knew. She wished that she was much taller, so she could grind her tits into his face. She did her best to rub her soft tits into his chest enticingly, which wasn't hard since her body was writhing around in so many different directions already that her slippery tits slid all over his skin. Some moments she rose up so she could bounce up and down on his prick forcefully, and at other moments she came crashing back down onto him, mashing his chest with her fluffy melons.

Still, no matter what she did, Alan kept up a rapid but powerful thrust, just like an oil derrick pumping up and down at the same pace for days, never stopping.

She did everything she could think of to get him to cum, but the task was a tough one given how many times Alan had already cum that evening. Her screams of "CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM! CUM, DAMMIT! CUM!" filled the whole house.

The cries would have disturbed Susan and Katherine's sleep, had they been asleep, but they were still downstairs and playing with Amy and the tied-up Xania. They knew exactly what was happening upstairs, and silently cheered Alan on.

Normally Alan would have eventually cum in the face of this sexy onslaught, but he took it as a personal challenge to cum in his own time, not Brenda's. He held back with all his might using his PC muscle. He didn't thrust for a few moments and focused all his willpower on preventing a climax. His halt in thrusting didn't do much good however, since Brenda was on top and still fucking back with powerful hip thrusts.

But he held on and after a minute resumed thrusting at a slower pace.

Slowly Brenda lost her energy and resolve. She'd never put so much energy into a fuck, but remarkable orgasms were still hitting her, one after another, and she simply couldn't take it anymore. Her privates had gone into a sensitive zone where normally she would have recoiled from all touching, but he had simply fucked right through that and now her senses were heightened to a completely new level for her.

Although she was already lying on Alan, he could feel her body go limp.

She had battled to get him to cum and she'd lost. Now she was completely at his mercy. She whimpered, "Please stop. Please stop. Too much. ... Master! ... OH GOD! AAAIIEEE!" Another intense climax wracked her whole body, interrupting her brief, relative repose.

Both of them had stopped thrusting now, because Alan again had to hold on to stop from cumming as her pussy walls spasmed unpredictably while she went through her most recent orgasm.

As she recovered from that, she tried to use her pussy muscles to pull him out, except that she no longer had the energy to even do that and instead merely delightfully squeezed him. Alan's penis seemed welded to the insides of her pussy. She resigned herself to being fucked into unconsciousness.

Alan didn't want to stop now; he was almost insane with lust and her newly obvious helplessness just excited him more. The momentary break convinced him that he could keep going for a while more without cumming, so he pushed her up into a sitting position straddling his hips with his penis still fully impaling her. Once she was sitting up, he levered his upper body up and found that Brenda's massive breasts were now perfectly situated in front of his face in this position.

Alan firmly grasped Brenda's hips, then started to swivel them around on his deeply imbedded shaft. He couldn't get much more than a fraction of a rotation going since Brenda was practically limp everywhere except inside her vagina (which kept involuntarily clenching around his rod). He gave both of her nipples a quick lick and a suck, which shot new fireworks all through Brenda's sexually overwrought body, straight down to her clit and all through her pussy. Then he pushed her over backwards, flopping her down on his bed again underneath him.

Alan completed his move back into a missionary position over her without ever withdrawing his penis. He then resumed thrusting as if he had never stopped, knowing that it was almost cruel to do so with Brenda in her current, near deliriously horny state.

Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "My slave doesn't know her place. I tell YOU when to come. You got that?"

"YES!" she screamed back. "MASTER!" She really loved to use the word "Master." Hearing him say "my slave" was like the fulfillment of a lifetime fantasy. More intense feelings washed all over and through her. Her whole body felt like it was tingling and burning up. It seemed like all her nerve endings were firing off signals to her brain at once.

Alan kept right on fucking, but at an even slower pace than before.

That apparently allowed Brenda to keep her sanity, but only just. It seemed in her sex-addled brain that each thrust was taking ten minutes or more (though of course they were nowhere near that prolonged). She just babbled "Master," "fuck," and "cum" in no apparent order with each thrust. "Master, Master, cum, fuck, cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, Master..."

She lay lifeless and just took the fucking, except for great shakes and twitches running through her periodically.

Convinced that he'd now "won" something of a battle of orgasmic wills, Alan gave up clenching his PC muscle. It was time to stop struggling and give in to pleasure. He began quickly pumping again, but that only lasted a few strokes. His ropes immediately began shooting into her as he cried out in desperate release. He couldn't stop cumming into her, and he certainly wasn't going to pull out for anything. His body demanded the fuck be seen through to the very end. All of his energy flowed out of him as he came down from a very high emotional peak.

Brenda's head flailed around like a fish thrown into a boat, and her nipples bored into his chest so hard that it was painful for both of them.

He still rammed his stiff erection in and out with long strokes, determined to give her the finishing touches to a fucking of a lifetime. His ropes finally tapered off.

Brenda continued to violently writhe for some time afterwards.

When Alan finally finished, it was all he could do to stay conscious. He pulled himself up and looked at Brenda. She'd lost the battle to stay awake and appeared to be in a very deep and contented sleep. There was a large smile on her face, and her pussy was still spastically sucking at his penis, although the contractions were fading away and getting farther apart as her climaxes slowly wound down.

Alan noticed one very strange thing; something wasn't right about his chest. He felt around above his stomach as he pulled up from her and realized there was a great wetness there. Sitting up, a great flow of liquid poured down towards his stomach. He thought, That Brenda. Is there any limit to how much pussy juice she can squeeze out? But then he couldn't figure out how the cum had gotten on his chest while the in between area remained dry. He smelled and then tasted a bit of it. Wait! This is milk! She came milk! Is that possible? Is she lactating? How bizarre. Wait until Mom hears about this ... she's going to be so jealous!

He got up and staggered his way across the room. He was so thoroughly exhausted that he could barely walk. Taking one look back at Brenda, he thought, Man alive, that was beyond great. I really did what I set out to do. I'm pretty fuckin' good at this! And that whole incest idea... I just wish it really was my mom that I'd just fucked. Susan... My Susan... He sighed.

He somehow made it to the shower and turned on the cold taps. Not only was he in great need to clean off all the cum that had collected on him, but he needed a long, bracing shower to revive his now nearly totally wasted body.

CHAPTER 9

Susan heard Brenda screaming and felt a warm glow suffuse her. She couldn't actually make out any words, but it was a remarkable testament to just how loud Brenda could scream that Susan could hear anything at all through the thick walls of her son's distant room, especially over the loud moans and pussy squishing noises emanating from the couch in front of her.

But from the tone of Brenda's voice, Susan thought, Yep, that's my boy! He's tamed another big-titted babe. He's breaking Brenda, big time. I'm so proud I just want to burst! I can't wait for my turn to get a brain melting pussy fuck. That'll be the ultimate joy! If only that was me up there!

Sometime later, Susan heard the shower running upstairs. She wanted to go upstairs and congratulate Brenda, Alan, or both of them, but she also felt it was her duty to make sure that Amy and Katherine relentlessly dildo-fucked Xania into submission. They seemed to be doing quite an excellent job of it. She remained and watched the three of them pleasure each other.

Amy had discovered Xania's tongue by now and was liplocking with her while fingering her own pussy in preparation for her turn to sit on Xania's face and get a good tongue reaming. Amy had never felt anyone actually lick her tonsils before. She'd felt Alan's penis brush against the back of her throat, but that seemed to be a clumsy rod of hardened flesh in comparison to this. She couldn't believe how dexterous and agile Xania's long and softly caressing tongue was as it insistently probed all over. As much as she wanted to sit on Xania's face and get the ride of her life, she really didn't want to end the deep throating kiss she was experiencing.

Katherine was still recovering from her exhausting orgasmic turn at having her pussy fucked by Xania's incredible oral digit. She casually touched and stroked Xania between her legs, mainly concentrating on Xania's clit and G-spot, but also playing with her engorged and increasingly wet pussy lips and sometimes her winking asshole. Although Katherine's tongue wasn't near as impressively long as Xania's, she fully intended to return at least part of the pleasure the other woman had just bestowed upon her.

Xania, Amy, and Katherine were all so lost in their own sex haze that they had long since forgotten Susan was even there.

Although Susan was too tired to join in the tangle of bodies, she wasn't too tired to gently stroke her own clit every now and then. She thought, Boy, you'd think that after a while this burning sexual hunger inside me would be quenched, but it never is. Ever since that first fateful Tuesday when I gave in completely to my cocksucking urges, it all just gets more and more intense. Hell, it goes all the way back to the first appointment with Akami.

Look at me now. Tiger isn't even in the room, I'm so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open, and yet I'm still panting and horny. I can't keep my eyes off of my own daughter. I'm deeply in lust and love with her, too! Not to mention Amy! And Xania sure is giving Brenda a run for her money in the most beloved guest department. I feel so happy and loved that I just want to fuck them all.

But things are in good shape here; I should probably pack it in. I need the rest because doubtlessly tomorrow will be another busy day of cocksucking, assfucking, tit fondling, hot dildo action, and who knows what else! Heh-heh-heh! Maybe it'll even be the day Alan fucks me good in my most needy hole, if this damn period of mine will ever come to an end. I'll just check to see how Alan and Brenda are getting along on my way to bed.

As Susan made her way upstairs she again noticed the sound of the shower going. She peeked into Alan's room and saw nothing more than a naked and wet sleeping Brenda there. Shucks. I was just thinking what a great opportunity to hide in the closet and get really aroused secretly watching my son fuck, but it sure looks like they're all fucked out. That closet idea sounds like fun, though. I'm going to have to follow through on that suggestion I think my Angel made to have video cameras installed all over the house, especially in the bathrooms. Well, at least I can still spy the old fashioned way.

But then she paused, and looked closer in between Brenda's legs. Mmmm! Yummy! So much cummy goodness. It's like an ice cream sundae with all my favorite flavors just going to waste, dripping onto the bed. I wonder how much of that goo is my Tiger's and how much is Brenda's? Maybe if I just take a little taste? One swipe of a finger?

Nah. I'd better not. Once I get started I won't be able to stop and then it'll get really embarrassing when Tiger comes back in and sees me with my tongue deep up Brenda's twat, poaching his girl right in his own room, heh-heh! Anyway, I've got Tiger waiting for me in the other room, even if he doesn't know it yet.

She quietly opened the door to the bathroom. In days past the door would have been locked, but there was no real point in such privacy anymore. However, an opaque shower curtain hid all but the distorted shape of Alan's body from her eyes, and similarly kept her presence hidden from him. Nonetheless, his flesh-colored blobs were enough to get her excited, because she knew that collection of blobs was her naked son.

She thought as she stared in his direction, What a great day. My son's harem grew by one, if not by two. Just one look at Brenda and I can tell he fucked her into a completely satisfied, cum-soaked unconsciousness. Not long ago I would have been very jealous of her and her transcontinental tits, but now that she's so obviously a slave to both Suzanne and I, we can make sure that she doesn't get too much in the way of our own lusts for him. Obviously she'll be Tiger's slave first and foremost, as no one can resist submission to his potent cock, so it's a win-win for everybody.

Then there's Xania. She may still have some freedom now, but by the time she leaves tomorrow, she'll fall completely under his spell too. Suzanne and I should definitely give her an extra good time after Alan is done fucking her, to guarantee she'll come running back to this house any time we want her. Or should I say run back cumming, heh-heh! A great therapist for the family and a big-titted, long-tongued fuck toy for Alan. What a great combination!

Yes, this house is certainly filled with the sounds of joyous sex tonight. But when will I feel the glory of torrents of my son's sperm surging through my womb?

She ran her fingers through her hairy bush. When will I get to be his motherly cum dump? Tomorrow? Sunday? Monday? When?! When will I be able to join the line of all the horny cunts getting their appointed daily pussy splittings and reamings? Even tomorrow is too far away! My pussy feels so empty. Look at him. So tall. Dark and handsome, too. So manly. I wonder if he has another load of cum he'd like to shove down his mommy's throat right now?

No. If he's up for it, he'll probably want to fuck his new piece of pussy some more. That's his right. I shouldn't be so pushy. I'll just have to try my best to go to sleep and let the hours pass until it's my turn. But I just know I'll sleep fitfully at best, even if the Mr. Excitement dildo keeps me company. Nothing matches the real thing.

Susan slipped back out of the bathroom without Alan ever realizing she had been there. He'd never turned away from direction of the shower head.

Alan returned to his room and found Brenda still sleeping in his bed, still naked and messy with fluids. He turned the lights down low and gently shook her awake.

Brenda slowly came to. Looking up at him, she stared into his eyes adoringly, and simply said, "Master." To her, that said all that needed to be said. Her new slave status was a fact of life to her, like the sun rising and setting.

He said rather apologetically, "Sorry for waking you, but it's past midnight and I imagine you'll need to get home. Not only that, but I'm gonna need my bed."

"Don't apologize, Master! Masters never need to apologize, especially after a fuck like that! Susan has explained to me on the phone several times about how you've tamed her and the others with your cock, but I didn't really understand it until I felt it myself! I've never come close to orgasms like that, not even during all the other times I've been at your house! This slave has never been happier!"

She grew more awake and animated with every passing moment. "Oh, Alan! You get me so excited. Look, my nipples just got hard again from the thought of being in the same room as my fucking king."

Alan thought with some amusement, I didn't know her nipples were ever NOT hard. Dang, those are long, though!

"Alan, if you'll let me call you that, the way that you showed this slave who's boss with your penis control, and that fantasy you had us play, well, I've never-"

Alan interrupted. "Just a minute. Did you ask if you could call me Alan? Of course you can. Why not? That's my name. And you called yourself a slave? The sex is over. You don't have to keep on like we're still doing a role-play."

"Oh no. Have I displeased Master? I have! This slave is so sorry. Please let me make it up to you." She sat up and moved so that she sat near the edge of bed where Alan was sitting. She pressed her tits into his chest and rubbed. Meanwhile her hand found his penis since he was still naked.

However, his penis was flaccid and seemed determined to stay that way. After all, Alan still felt like he'd just run a marathon.

She continued, "I deserve a really hard spanking for my inadequacies. Please hurt me with your strong hand! I need it! I need it bad. My ass needs to be taught to behave." As she said this, she tried rubbing his penis as aggressively as her tits massaged his chest, but his penis wasn't responding at all. This only increased her distress. "Oh no. Oh no! I can't do anything right. Master! Please get hard!"

She was about to drop her head down into his lap to see if she could suck his penis back to life, but he held her back with his hand. She froze and then looked sadly into his eyes, disappointed at her failure to arouse.

"Brenda, I hardly know where to begin. First off, you shouldn't feel bad that I'm staying flaccid. I said before that I had one load left in me, and I had to choose between you and Xania. That's still true. I came seven times today, I've used up my last time, and now I'm all fucked out. If you could get me hard again, that would be a BAD THING. You got that? Second, it's not like you had to get me hard in the first place. I'm very satisfied with that fuck, and it sounds like you are too, so let's just leave it at that."

"But Master!" she said pleadingly. "I need to please you. Can't I show you how happy you've made me?" Although she'd given up on his penis for the moment, she resumed rubbing her heavy mounds into his chest.

Alan stopped her again. "Wait. Let me finish. About this slave and master business. Brenda, I hardly know you. Have you had other masters before? Tell me the whole story." He knew it wasn't "politically correct," and part of him resisted the idea, but another part couldn't help but get excited at the idea of having a true sex slave. Despite being flaccid and all sexed out, he found his hands wandering over her rack. But it was more of a languid exploration than heated sexual play.

She calmed down a bit and even grew contemplative as she mentally reviewed her past. "No, no other masters, per se."

That got Alan's curiosity piqued as to what that meant exactly, but he remained silent and waited for her to tell more.

"You see, men have never been very good to me. Ever since I entered my teens, all they thought about was my boobs. What should have been a blessing was a curse because they were far too big. And they hurt my back and are just such an all around pain. You should try buying a bra or most any kind of top. Ugh! I would have had them reduced long ago, but my mother thought that was immoral and there was no way I could ever defy my mother's wishes. Even back in middle school I couldn't get anyone to look me in the eye since they were staring a little lower. Nobody wanted to go out with me; they were all too intimidated. The occasional one with balls enough to ask me out would be all bravado and groping hands, and no love, no feeling. They didn't have real balls like you do."

She reached down and briefly hefted up his balls until he gently pushed her hand away. "They were nothing but, 'Give me a feel of your big hooters, baby!' And the girls were almost as bad. I could hardly go on a Girl Scout camping trip without some lesbian trying to grope me and hit on me."

Alan found it ironic that he was groping her tits even as she gave this explanation, but she didn't seem to mind that at all. In fact, his kneading of her breasts seemed to reassure, relax, and comfort her.

She went on, "So my disdain for men grew. I learned how to manipulate men with my looks, and believe you me, I manipulated them. Look at my marriage. I'm worth millions now, almost entirely thanks to an older man salivating over my you-know-whats." She hefted up her tits and let them drop and jiggle, then put his hands back on them.

"At the same time, I started to develop an idealized man, a strong man. One who was worthy of me, and who would even manipulate me the way I manipulated others. I started to think of myself as a shameless cocktease who left men miserably horny wherever she went. A cocktease like that needs to be punished! Don't you think cockteases should be thoroughly spanked? I do. I think I should be very thoroughly and frequently spanked. And then fucked!" The excitement in her voice grew. "My cunt needs to be completely violated and owned, exactly like what you just did to me!"

Alan wanted to hear more. He tried to calm her down by saying in a level voice, "So? Then what?"

She deflated a bit and said, "The further I went in life riding on my tits, flaunting them and my ass, the more I wanted to be punished. I started to fantasize about my ideal man and what he would do to me. I could tell you all the things he'd have to do to me, but you seem to know instinctively." She leaned up and briefly nibbled on his ear. "Then I got into watching porn."

"You? Porn? Just watching? Not starring in it?"

She nodded.

"That just seems so wrong, Brenda. Someone with looks like yours should be out doing the deed in person. You could be such a big porn star, if that's what you wanted. But you were masturbating at home, alone?"

"Not always, but frequently, yes. I'm very good at masturbation. Would you like to see?" Before he could answer she stuck three fingers into her slit. Not surprisingly, she was plenty lubricated.

But Alan didn't take her bait. He knew she was trying to get him aroused again but he wasn't up for it. He moved her hand away from her groin and motioned for her to continue her story instead.

"Keep in mind that my husband couldn't get it up very much, especially since he was a good fifteen years older than me. I was the ultimate trophy wife - busty bombshell marries rich geezer. I cheated on him sometimes near the end of our marriage because it was a loveless and sexless one, and I was dying for companionship. But the young studs were just like they were in school - all boob obsessed and too meek to take me in hand like I needed to be taken. So my fantasies grew. I got into bondage and domination porn, more and more. I dreamed of a master who would treat me the way the women in those stories were treated. I picked up a lot of ideas from those stories, like wanting to be called a slave. I hope you'll indulge me with that."

Alan shrugged. "It's okay during sex play, but not all the time."

Brenda smiled, thinking to herself, Any time around Master is sex play time, heh-heh-heh. But she just said, "I guess I've been living this life in my mind for years now. I never thought it would happen in reality. My husband had no idea of what really moved me. I did try to get him to spank me some, and that helped liven up our sex a little bit, but his spanks were so uninspired and feeble. I craved a REAL MAN."

She smiled. "And then I met you. You're him! You're the one. You're so filled with potent seed that it takes a growing harem of the most beautiful women I've ever seen to keep you satisfied."

Alan interrupted. "Wait. One thing I don't understand. You don't like it when guys obsess over your boobs but you seem to love it when I do. How is that?"

"With you, it's totally different. It's like watching little children playing with priceless porcelain antiques - all you can do is wince as they break them. It's wrong. That's how it is with my boobs and most guys. But with you, I love it! Because you're the one. Naturally, you fuck your sister and mother. It's your right! The way you fucked me just now, I'm still glowing. I'm gonna be high from that experience for days! If my boobs can help entice you to do that again, well, God bless my boobs!"

She snuggled up against him. "Oooh. Heaven. And then the way Susan and Suzanne treat me and order me around... Did you see the way Susan ordered Xania to give her body to you earlier? Oh, it's all too exciting! Everyone in this house is just too much. I feel like I'm high on the best drug, all day long, whenever I'm here."

She suddenly pushed her big rack into his chest, forcing him back down onto his bed. "If my tits can help convince you that you need my cocksucking help, then they're worth all the hassle and back pain. I know that you have so many other vixens to help you out. I'm really lucky to have an attribute that sticks out. Or two of them, heh-heh. If you call me tit-woman or even tit-slave, that would make me sooo happy! And then I could suck your cock and you'd fuck my tits and-"

CHAPTER 10

Alan had her stop there. "Whoa! Hold on. And stop rubbing yourself all over me. I'm really all done for the night."

Brenda stopped moving and seemed to calm down a bit, but remained plastered to his chest. "Sorry, I get so excited being this close to you. Like I said, this whole house is just too much for me to take!"

He thought to himself for a minute. God, this is crazy. She thinks WE'RE too much? I guess it makes sense that my reputation could grow into a legend of great exaggerations and I pick up women like Brenda as a result. But there's no way I can match her idealized vision. For all her talk of being a slave, she seems pretty needy and high maintenance. "I must have more of you, right now!" I don't know if I can handle another person clinging onto me and demanding that I pleasure them all the time. The number of spankings alone it sounds like she needs... But on the other hand, she's the one and only fucking Brenda! She's amazing! How can I turn her down? But I should pop her bubble and reintroduce her to reality at least a bit.

"Brenda, look. I'm not the ideal 'real man' you put so high on a pedestal. I'm just a kid lucky enough to be having a lot of sex. I'm only going to disappoint you as you get to know me better. For instance, you know those school kids you hated because they only lusted after your boobs? Well, guess what? I'm a kid too, and I hardly know you. About all I know is that you have huge breasts and I love to see and grope them. So I'm no different than those losers."

"HA!" She snorted derisively.

"Ha?"

"Master, forgive me for correcting you, but the difference is that they weren't worthy of me or my chest. I let them feel me up far too much because I was young then and didn't understand, and my sensitive boobs craved attention. That's another thing I need to be punished for, letting unworthy men touch me."

She positively cooed as she continued in a soft voice, "But now I've found you. You're the only one. You're no mere man. The way you fucked me just now was superhuman! You have me for life! No one else should be allowed to touch me, except my master and his other slaves."

Alan looked down and saw that his hands were pulling on her extraordinary nipples. He didn't even realize what he was doing. She'd pulled back a bit so he could have better access to her chest and at the same time she was gently grinding her hips into his penis. It was now at half-strength. He could never recall being so aroused yet still flaccid. He thought, Uh-oh. I think I may have overdone it trying to impress her with that fuck.

He said rather halfheartedly, "I don't have other slaves."

She ignored that. "The way you're feeling me up right now with your hands, this is how it should be. I want your hands all over me! If you see me as nothing more than a sex object, that's good, because that's what I am. I've been talking to Susan on the phone quite a lot this week, and even Katherine a couple of times. They've helped me see. I love their attitude. Lately we've been talking a lot about what it means to live for nothing but to suck cock. Your cock!"

"We've even delved into the religious implications. I'm a Christian too, though I'm not as hard core about it as your mother is. Susan has a theory that God has a special purpose for big-titted women and she's been kind enough to share it with me. She simply calls it the Big Tits Theory. Essentially, particularly endowed women such as me have been placed on Earth to be fucked. Maybe not all of them, maybe there are some like Xania destined to get fancy degrees and big jobs. But that certainly must be my purpose in life, to serve a man like you. Look at my cunt."

Alan looked down. Even without anyone touching her pussy, rivulets of cum were dripping from it. His penis may have been flaccid, but his mind was fully aroused by Brenda's sex slave attitude.

"Look," she said, "I know that kind of lubrication isn't normal. In fact, it's quite extreme. Why would God have made me so sensitive and so easily aroused unless it was because I was meant to do nothing but get fucked? I shouldn't even be allowed to wear tops because the fabric rubs against my long nipples and drives me wild. Don't you think I should be forced to stay naked? Except for high heels of course. That's one thing I love about you so much - your love of high heels. The higher the better. That just drives me wild, that and collars. Hopefully that'll come next, collars for everyone."

Alan raised an eyebrow about that possibility.

"Everything drives me wild in this house! I had to strongly suppress my sexuality to live a normal life, but now I know better. I shouldn't live a normal life. If I'm nothing more than a sex object, that's fine. I embrace my true nature! I need to be constantly naked and fucked by a worthy master with a big harem. I challenge women with those fancy jobs to see who's going to have a happier life: me as a lowly sex slave climaxing and getting spanked all day long, or them trapped in the office all day and night, suffering as slaves too, but as wage slaves."

She suddenly grew sad and even temporarily stopped grinding into him.

Alan slowed down, but didn't stop, his constant fondling of her twin peaks. Her "getting spanked all day long" comment really made him wonder if she might be into spankings a little too much.

"But if you won't accept me as your slave, I don't know what I'll do! Susan and Katherine have made me see how wrong it is for me to give myself to an unworthy man. And you're the only worthy one I'll ever meet, I'm sure of it! Now that I know you, now that I've tasted your cock and felt it deep inside me, I would be lost without you. Completely lost. Master, I need your strong hand and your huge snake!"

Alan found himself falling into her way of thinking, but then a cold dash of reality hit him and he tried to remind her of some real world facts. "I'm really not all that. Believe me, as you get to know me better, you'll find out all my faults. Look at this black eye. Masters don't get their asses kicked at school like I did today. I'm more lucky than anything. Soon you'll realize that I'm just an ordinary guy, and then what?"

"No! You're so wrong. You're wonderful! You're everything I dreamed of in a Master. But even if you weren't, I would still be unworthy. Who you are is ultimately irrelevant because your massive snake owns me now. If you never touch me again, I would still pledge myself to you for the way you fucked me tonight. I would gun down a room full of lawyers to get fucked like that again."

He joked, "Lawyers? That's not saying very much."

She giggled. "You're so funny too. This divorce has made me really hate lawyers, but I'd gun down anybody for you. Look." She held his half-limp dick in her hand and caressed it lovingly, just as if it was fully erect. "Even flaccid, it still stretches across the room like a monstrous garden hose."

Alan looked at his penis. He said, "Garden hose? Look at it. We're talking three or four inches in its current state, tops. What are you talking about?"

She replied, "You're looking at it like a glass half empty. I'm looking at it, knowing what it can do, like a glass half full. Of cum. Mmmm. Sweet Alan cum. A whole glass of it!"

He thought, Maybe she's touched in the head. It's like she brainwashed or something. Did her talking to my mom have something to do with this? I can imagine the two of them getting increasingly carried away. Maybe Brenda can't separate the fact from the fiction. I guess this is what I get for trying to build up my legend with her. Ah, well. Looks like I have Brenda to take care of now, like it or not. I'll just have to see how this develops and what it all means.

"Okay, Brenda. Like I said before, you're in the harem now. I can't believe I'm tacitly admitting that I actually have a harem. Wow. But we'll discuss what that means later. Right now I'm tired and need sleep." He finally let go of her nipples.

She hugged and kissed him again. Then she brought both hands to bear on his penis. It was slowly growing, but every so slowly. "And my punishment? My spankings? I think I need at least forty hard spankings on my ass and another twenty on my tits for all the wrongs I've done today."

His mind reeled at the idea of spanking her tits. His penis grew a bit longer, and her hands responded by stimulating him even more. He dripped pre-cum and she took advantage of this to get her hands slick and slippery. He asked, "You really like and need your spankings, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! How else can I learn? Mother kept me in line with a very strong hand."

"Just out of curiosity, did she spank you with or without underwear on?"

"Without. That's the only way to get spanked. I assume you're asking about me; she always insisted that she at least keep her underwear on. We couldn't have both of us totally naked or my dad would get mad."

Alan was strangely amused at that. It sounds like Brenda had a very kinky, sexually repressed childhood. I'm beginning to understand some things. I can imagine her parents having a very hard time resisting her charms, too. The more her mother felt guilty over her urges the more she turned to the Bible, yet she couldn't stop their not-so-subtly sexual spanking rituals. I wonder when and how she died. It must be tough to lose a mother when you're a teenager.

Brenda backed up a bit so she could take a good look at Alan's penis. It flopped down onto his stomach. Clearly, there was nothing she could do to fully revive it at this point. She was completely dismayed about that.

Alan rolled his eyes. She has such high expectations. It's like the mere idea of me being flaccid is beyond her comprehension. How can I ever live up to that? She looks at me so guiltily, too, as if she's committed some heinous crime by not getting me erect. Her childlike reactions are almost comical. I'm thinking more and more that, ironically, this "slave" is going to be super high maintenance.

Brenda filled the gap in conversation with a longing sigh. "If only you'd tied me up and whipped me, instead of Xania."

Alan's mind reeled even more. He gently pulled her hand away. "Brenda, it's late. Time to go."

Brenda reluctantly accepted Alan's help in getting cleaned up because she couldn't get her act together without him. She said that her son Adrian would be worried and waiting up for her.

The mention of Adrian made Alan wonder how Brenda's young son fit into the picture. Did he know about the "new" Brenda, and what would he think of her? Alan had never met Adrian and had no answers. He was reluctant to pry.

She also was reminded of Adrian, and right now the topic petrified her. What would she do if forced to choose between her master and her son? The very thought was too scary to contemplate. She shuddered in fear.

Alan could sense what she must be worrying about and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, I think I know what's bothering you. I'd never stand between you and your son. There's nothing more important than a bond between parent and child."

Brenda let out a big sigh of relief that she didn't even know she'd been holding in. "Oh God! Thank you! I can already tell you're going to be the best master ever!" She gave him a tight hug.

But despite her general relief, deep down there was a part of her that still worried. She knew that somehow, eventually, her loyalties to Alan and Adrian would eventually clash.

While she showered again, Alan recalled the sex they'd just had and remembered to ask her about the milk he'd felt on his chest.

She explained that she wasn't lactating and never had, but that sometimes, at the height of particularly exquisite passion, little dribbles of milk would squirt out of her breasts. In her case, "little dribbles" was actually quite a lot. She'd asked a doctor about it once, and he'd told her it was a perfectly normal, though rare, condition. It didn't mean she was any more or less likely to fully lactate than anyone else.

Alan found it perfectly fitting that she'd leak from her breasts as well, since she seemed to be such a huge leaker generally. He recalled that she'd also squirted pussy juice on another occasion, and had a vision of her squirting from all three spots at once.

He also found out that she was on the pill after all. He resolved to pay more attention to contraception in the future.

As he took her to the door, he began thinking about problems that might arise if Brenda were to come over more often. He asked, "Brenda, what about your husband and this divorce? Do you think he might hire a private eye or something like that? Is there anything I should worry about?"

"No, nothing. The divorce should be finalized in a couple of weeks; those awful lawyers are just tangling over some fine print. He's in Europe and wants to forget all about me and Adrian. He's not Adrian's natural father and never really warmed to him because of that. Don't worry. I'll certainly never fuck him again, or any other man, unless my master commands it. My Master can command me to do anything and I must obey."

It was startling to hear her repeat those kinds of things when she was completely unaroused and fully coherent. The way she said it with such conviction was particularly unsettling. It hit Alan that all her "master" talk wasn't just some kind of sexual fantasy like the crazy things he'd say to Heather. She really meant it.

He let her out the front door without saying anything in reply but good-bye pleasantries.

Alan had had a crazy day, and he didn't want to think any more. He went straight to bed.

But as he drifted off to sleep, he had one last stream of thoughts. I've gone from getting beaten up, to the strip poker game, to fucking my "slave" Brenda. Wow. All in one day. My eye still hurts a bit and must look terrible, but so the fuck what?

Now I get to set my alarm clock so I can fuck Xania first thing in the morning. This truly is the life! Maybe I should just keep pumping up this reputation thing and deal the best I can with Brenda-styled craziness if it'll get me consistently laid with the likes of these luscious babes. Wow. Of course that attitude also got me beat up at school.

I'm not really sure what to do with Brenda. It seems that she'd love to live with us, and she's so gorgeous, fun, and fuckable that it would be hard to say no. It's too bad she's had such a strange history. Not to mention there's her son to consider. I guess she can't stay here after all. Dang. But I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of her, one way or another.

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