Spacer X Stories: Part 39

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 39: Life In the Fast Lane

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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 21)

When Alan awoke it was still dark. He looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was five thirty in the morning.

Normally when he woke, for instance to go to the bathroom, he found it easy to go back to sleep right away. But this time he couldn't. He figured that his body woke up before the alarm clock because it didn't want to miss out on fucking Xania before having to go to school, and now that he was awake the thought of doing it with her kept him from going back to sleep again.

Dang. All I can think about is her incredibly long tongue wrapped around my dick, lashing it like a whip. And her pussy! She was a great fuck. If I really want to, I could be balls-deep in her within the next five minutes. Or I could go back to sleep and get the rest I so desperately need. Xania can wait until tomorrow morning, right? I'm totally sexed out as it is, aren't I?

Giving in to the inevitable, he went to go wake Xania and start their morning sex earlier than expected. He always tired quickly and knew he'd regret the lack of sleep later in the day when he had to do his homework, but he just couldn't keep away from her. She was staying in the little used guest bedroom on the first floor.

Alan knocked. Hearing no sound, he went in. He could tell by the way her arms were positioned under the covers that she wasn't tied up anymore. He kept the light off, but went to the edge of her bed and gently shook her awake. "Xania. Xania. Sorry to bother you..."

"But you'd like to fuck me?" Xania laughed good-naturedly as she opened her eyes. She pulled her sheets down a bit, showing Alan that she had slept in the nude. "Don't worry. I was already awake and trying to get back to sleep. I guess I was thinking the same thing as you. You know the old saying: the early bird gets it in every hole."

Alan laughed as he turned on the light by her bed stand. "Actually, that's not the way they taught it to us."

She replied cheekily as she playfully stuck her tongue out a bit, "You were probably learning about the other kind of bird, then." She picked up her glasses from her bed stand and put them on.

Seeing her tongue reminded him again of how her tongue had felt so unusually long in her blowjobs the night before. He'd been too shy to ask earlier with others around, but now he said, "Xania, I know this may seem like kind of a rude thing to ask, but can you stick your tongue out as far as it can go?"

Xania did so with a naughty smile. It was a long tongue. Incredibly long. She flicked it about to show how dexterous it was as well. She showed that she could touch the tip of her nose with it.

Alan gasped in surprise. "Holy fuck! That's inhuman!" It reminded him of movies where a person turns out to be a demon or devil and exposes the fact that they have a lizard-like tongue. But he wasn't horrified, just aroused. He already had some idea what her remarkable tongue could do.

Pulling it back in, she said, "Ask Suzanne about my nickname back in college sometime. Everybody called me 'The Tongue.'"

"I can see why! Jesus H. Christ! Speaking of Suzanne, it's even longer than hers, and I thought she had a long one." Alan was honestly blown away.

Xania didn't want to dwell on her tongue, especially given how long she'd been waiting for him to fuck her, but she couldn't resist adding, "Yeah, she's got a long one, but not quite as long as mine. Just wait until the two of us give you a double blowjob though. And you know we will."

Alan appeared to get lost in thought with that idea. A dreamy expression suffused his face. He found himself actually contemplating sneaking into the Pestridge house in the middle of the night to wake her up.

But Xania didn't want dreams, she wanted action. She prodded him, "Come on! Less talking and more fucking." In the dim light she patted the spot on the bed next to her.

Even though the bed was on the smaller side, Alan decided it was as good a place to fuck as any and got in bed next to her. He cuddled up against her and found her body welcoming and warm. It made him long for the day when he'd be able to sleep with his mother and/or sister every night.

He felt her up all over. But not surprisingly given that he was a "tit man," his hands focused on her E-cup sized breasts. "Xania, before we start, I want to get to know who you are. I mean, at first I thought you were a psychologist, but then you surprised the heck out of me by fucking me in the middle of my consulting session. Then last night you admirably played one role so well that I was sometimes believing that, but other times reminding me of what we did before. So what are you really like as a person?"

Xania said with an expressionless face, "I'll give you the brief version while you tie me up again." For the moment at least, she was still just lying there and waking up.

"What? I thought you weren't into that." He pinched her nipples.

"I'm not especially, though the things Katherine and Amy did to me have me changing my tune a bit. They're so much fun to be with. But they said you had planned to fuck me that way and they only agreed to finally release me if I promised to get tied up again when I woke up. I try to keep my promises."

"Oh. Well, then, fair enough." He let go of her breasts and looked around. She conveniently had the same rope used the night before on her bed stand, so Alan began tying her back up with it. He was curious and wanted to rope someone up after hearing Brenda explain her bondage and domination fetishes.

Meanwhile, Xania made up a false history about her past, "Don't think of me as a psychologist so much as a sex therapist. You know how crazy L.A. is - they even have drive-through pet cemeteries. I'm an unusual therapist. I counsel people on their love lives. Sometimes I do couples, sometimes individuals. But I'm very unorthodox, and very sexually active. If someone comes to me and they're obviously very lonely, my best therapy may be to literally fuck 'em. I end up having sex with a lot of my patients, as you no doubt noticed first hand on your first visit. I hope that doesn't shock you." Xania was describing the job she wished she had instead of what she actually did.

"Xania, at this point nothing could possibly shock me. That explains why you encouraged incest, at least. I guess you're often looking for the pro-sex solution."

"Yes. I'm almost always looking for the pro-sex solution, as long as it doesn't harm anyone. Sex is perfectly healthy and wonderful. I have a very strong sex drive. I knew Suzanne in college, as you know, and we're very much alike. People even say we look quite alike, especially from the neck down." She teased, "Not that you'd know anything about that."

She playfully nudged him with an elbow to emphasize that point, though it wasn't easy with her newly limited movement, as Alan already was working on tying her up.

He'd just managed to tie her hands together behind her back, but then he'd gotten distracted by running his hands over her shapely back and ass. Her nudge got him back to working on the rope to secure her arms from being able to move as well.

She continued, "Just like Suzanne, I absolutely love the Plummer family. I'd be delighted to advise you all on your problems, sexual and otherwise, any time you like. The only recompense, if you can even call it that, is that I'd like to be rewarded with the occasional fuck, just as I am about to be right now. Or at least I might, if you'll ever finish fussing with those ropes and tie me up properly. You'd think that being a boy scout, you'd be better at tying things up. Don't you have a knot tying merit badge, or something?" She smirked. "Or, knowing you, do you have the 'Binding Up Big-titted Vixens' merit badge?"

"I wish. I don't remember that one in my 'Scouting for Boys' book," he joked. "Sorry. Almost there." He was so eager to fuck that he wasn't concentrating well on the rope task. Despite his growing number of sexual experiences, he hardly felt jaded at all, and still got quite excited at the prospect of what he was sure would be another great fuck.

"You could probably go faster if you took your finger out of my pussy," Xania noted with amusement. She was enjoying the fingering, but knew that she'd enjoy a good fucking much more.

"Oops. Sorry." Indeed, with Xania lying on her back now and her legs spread, Alan couldn't resist the temptation of exploring her juicy pussy. But he brought both hands back to the task of tying her hands behind her back.

Xania continued, "Oh. And another thing. Everyone living in L.A. aspires to be in Hollywood, and I'm no different. I started getting some acting jobs due to my looks, and now I act here and there. Usually R-rated or even X-rated stuff, though generally tame stuff like you might see with original cable channel programming. It's generally pretty sexual because they're afraid to put a full-bodied woman like myself into a normal film. I try to stay away from the honest-to-God porn though. The porn industry is a pretty tight circle and I'm deliberately not a part of that. You're more likely to see me in a racy teen spring break movie. By the way, that's one reason why I enjoyed last night so much, because it let me play another role. I just love to act."

Here she was being honest, except for the implication of accidentally falling into part time roles. This was really all she did: acting when she could, and partying during the big down times between jobs (she also was taking classes to become a dental assistant, but she wasn't very dedicated about it). She figured she could be fairly straightforward with Alan. With Susan, she'd have to tread a bit more carefully and craft a less honest story since Susan believed in Xania's prudish persona.

"Wow, Xania. You live a really interesting life. I'm totally going to have to check out some of your films. And you've come to me like an angel from heaven because I could really use someone to talk to right now."

"You're gonna have to wait on that one, because I see you've got me all tied up, and just like coin operated fortune teller, you've got to put something in to get me to talk. Except my slot needs something much bigger and thicker than a coin." Her voice dripped with sex and innuendo.

Alan looked around and pretended cluelessness. "Hmm. It's probably one of those dollar operated machines then. Where did I put my wallet? I think I put it around here somewhere." He lifted up various objects as if seriously looking for his wallet.

"Aaaaalan! Come on! That's not funny when you consider you've had me waiting for a long, hard fuck for hours and hours. Come on! Let's do it!" She couldn't move her arms anymore, so she rolled back over and kicked with her feet like a petulant child until the covers came off. Then she spread her legs as wide as she could so he'd clearly get the message of her urgency.

He hopped off the bed and pulled the covers the rest of the way to the floor. "I hope you don't mind if we leave the light on and the covers down. You have such a beautiful body that it would be a shame to make love with it all hidden. I don't like having sex in the dark."

"No problem." But she started whistling the song played in the Jeopardy TV game show used to indicate time was running out.

Alan climbed back into bed and lay on top of Xania. His penis was very hard and erect, and he had it all ready to go. But Xania's pussy wasn't very wet yet, which was an unusual problem for him. (All of the Plummer and Pestridge women got wet quite easily, so he hardly knew what a dry pussy was.)

He started rubbing his erection all over her pussy lips just as he did to good effect with Brenda the night before. Meanwhile, he asked, "So how does this tied-up thing work? What good is it to have your hands bound?"

"For one thing, it stopped me from slapping you silly for your little lost wallet routine. Other than that, I don't know. I could do a lot with my hands if you'd let me. But Katherine and Amy put the rope to good use last night. Katherine especially liked to pretend that I was a prisoner and they were sexually torturing me." She smiled in remembrance. "That was a lot of fun. I think I got off on playing the role in the game more than anything. I do love to act, you know."

"Well, I don't want to just copy them. Plus I was doing some role-playing last night with Brenda and I've had my fill of playing for a while. We're big on role-playing around here, as you might have noticed. Let's just do a straight fuck first and then see where we go from there."

"Sounds good, but you're all talk and no action."

"Hey. I'm trying to get you ready here. By the way, maybe if you could complain just a little bit about how you're tied up while we're fucking, that'll help arouse me even more."

"No problem. I don't even have to pretend because it's honestly annoying me. Just as does a man who beats around the bush. Literally. I'm more than wet enough already. Are you waiting for a Brenda-like flood or something?"

"Okay. Okay. Geez. I'm still learning about some things." Alan was struck by the different reactions between Brenda and Xania in response to the same teasing of pussy lips. Xania has no problem saying just what she wants and pushes until she gets it. Like Suzanne. Brenda on the other hand put up with anything I did because she thinks I'm her master, and then when she couldn't take it anymore she abjectly begged me for it.

I like both styles. There seem to be a lot of submissives around here lately so it's good to have a really strong-willed woman for a change. But the truth was he was mostly used to fucking submissives or dominants with submissive streaks like Heather, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle someone as clearly dominant as Xania.

Alan pushed his erection in, to both his and Xania's great relief. God, that feels great! he thought. Nothing like the snug fit of my cock sheathed in pussy. I could do this all day long. Seriously! If only my body would let me. God dammit, this feels good!

He started sawing away at a very slow pace. Meanwhile, he contemplated the fact that Xania's arms and hands were completely tied up. He said, "Hmm. You know, I could do just about anything I wanted to you with you like this, couldn't I? For instance, when I fuck I like to tickle."

"You do not!" She was worried at the sound of that.

"I do. Call it a weird fetish. Normally it doesn't matter because my partners can defend themselves, but with you all tied up, you might not be able to do anything about ... THIS!" Even as Alan continued with his slow strokes, he reached up to Xania's underarms and tickled both of them at once, just for kicks.

Xania was very ticklish and couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! Cut that out!" Despite his penis in her, she shook her body in the most delightful ways as she tried to fend him off without using her arms or hands. She may not have been particularly aroused by bondage, but the rope inspired Alan and turned him into a better lover than he already was. Plus, the way her vagina clutched and pulsed around him whenever she tried to get away inspired him even more.

He reached back and tickled beneath her kneecap on one leg. He was disappointed that her feet were out of range. "Or? Cut that out or what? I don't know if you're in a position to negotiate when you're all tied up and in the middle of getting fucked."

He again went after her underarms. He was pleased to see Xania smile and laugh, as he was used to her stern, serious expression she used whenever in her therapist role. Her whole body wriggled and writhed even more to try to escape from the tickling, but she couldn't get away since his penis was still deep inside her. But all of her writhing and clenching only made the fucking that much better for both of them.

"Hey!" She yelled again. "Stop that now! This time I'm serious."

"Yeah. You look really serious," he mocked.

Xania tried to keep her face stern but she only succeeded for a couple of seconds before she broke back into laughter. His tickling was as relentless as his fucking. He penetrated her deeply with long, slow strokes whenever she was still recovering from another tickle attack. Her vaginal muscles continued to involuntarily suck and milk his imbedded penis while her body jerked around or she laughed uncontrollably.

She growled menacingly even as she giggled, "You can't keep me tied up forever, you know. And then when my hands are free, you're gonna get it!"

"Oh yeah? Who says we can't keep you tied up forever? I was talking to Suzanne and Susan and they agreed that we should keep you like this for a week, at least. They agreed that you're not properly broken in yet. The plan is to keep your holes stuffed at all times with vibrators or strap-ons or penises until you break. We did the same to Brenda and look at her now. She calls herself 'Slave.'"

Xania thought he was putting her on, but she couldn't be completely sure. She didn't really know him and she could believe anything about Brenda from the way she behaved the night before. Things at the Plummer house were completely crazy. Suddenly she was filled with fear by the prospect of really being tied up and fucked by all comers until she was completely broken and turned into a mindless sex slave. "Alan, that's not funny! Untie me this instant!"

"A-ha! Now we're seeing the power of the ropes, eh?" He thrust powerfully into her, and ground his hips, leaving her panting and breathless. "What'll you do if I do... this?" He tickled her in the ribs and then again under the arms.

She tried to flip over to escape the tickling, but to no avail, as her vagina and his penis were still joined with her legs wrapped around him.

"Or this?" He reached down between her legs and rammed a finger up her ass.

She let out a loud shriek as she fought off a sudden urge to cum.

His erection stroked in and out as often as he could manage, with all the other activity going on.

Now she was confused. She was slightly scared, but also mirthful from all the tickling, and aroused from the fucking. Mostly, she simply had no idea what Alan would do next. She fully felt the sensation of helplessness in being tied up now, and discovered that it aroused her even as it upset her.

Alan continued to fuck her and continued to surprise her. He would start and stop fucking for no reason, switch to an all-out tickle attack that left her feeling particularly helpless, or just do nothing but talk and diddle her defenseless and exposed clit. She occasionally got revenge by surprise kissing him with her amazing tongue.

He frequently changed positions, testing what she liked best. He tried talking to her about how helpless she'd be, but that didn't get much of a reaction.

However, he noticed that when he mentioned taming her by fucking her in public, that got a better response. He started to focus on exposure fantasies whenever he talked, especially during his strategic breaks when he could talk better. Suzanne already knew about this fetish from her college days with Xania, which was the main reason why she met her at a restaurant the day before.

Even though Alan barely knew Xania, he was quickly learning how to push her buttons. All of the stopping and starting had prevented her from cumming, but as he reached his climax she knew that she was heading to a big one as well. He finally stopped tickling and concentrated fully on increasingly hard and fast thrusting.

Xania in return began squeezing her vaginal muscles, using the same trick that Suzanne knew so well. Suddenly she yelled, "Condom! Do you have a condom?"

Alan once again realized that he'd paid no heed to the contraception question and he couldn't remember what he did about that the first time he'd fucked Xania. "You're on the pill, right?" he shouted back.

She gasped, "Yeah, but more protection... better!"

So he pulled out and came all over her chest instead. It felt great to paint her tits with his seed, and he made sure to let one rope leave a streak across her face.

When he was done he stopped and admired the handiwork of his cum spray. All in all it was an excellent fuck, even if it wasn't nearly as intense and powerful as the one with Brenda the night before. Maybe it's immature, but I just love painting my women with cum! That's nothing like that donut glaze look on tired and heaving big tits. And painting a tied-up hottie is all the better. It makes me feel like kind of the world.

It was getting light outside by this time, so he turned off the night stand light and said, "Good fuck, don't you think?"

She answered, "Okay, I'll admit that was fun. But I'm still going to get back at you. I'm angry."

"And you look so sexy when you're angry. My tall, buxom, angry, porn star sexy toy." He lightly slapped her left tit, just to watch it jiggle like an upset bowl of Jell-O.

"Grrr! And I told you I'm not a porn star. Call me a B-movie actress, if you will."

"Porn stars are so cute when they get angry." He slapped her other tit.

"GRRR!"

Alan laughed good-naturedly. "I'm just yanking your chain. You know that, right? But now I really need to talk. I want to unload, and for once that unloading doesn't involve any cum. Let's go chat in my office. You can still walk, can't you?"

"Aren't you going to untie me now?"

"Nope. Remember what I said about keeping you tied up for a week? Plus, I figure once I untie you, you're likely to slap or tickle me."

He figured correctly. She stood up with his help, and then kicked him in the shins. She was irritated by her continuing helplessness, but also looked forward to more sexy fun with him.

"At least you'll let me clean up my chest and face, right?"

"Not after you kicked me."

"Grrr!"

CHAPTER 2

Alan's "office" turned out to be the backyard pool. It was cold early in the morning, but it looked like it would turn into a nice, sunny day. He walked out with her, helping her naked body along in case she lost her balance. He was naked too.

He jumped into the pool while she sat at the pool edge and dangled her feet in the water. He had a plan to get her more aroused by taking advantage of her excitement of public exposure.

She asked him as he swam, "Can't your neighbors see? What if they see me?"

He pointed. "You see that? That's the Pestridge house. I figure it's extremely likely that Mr. Pestridge will soon get up and look out his window." He pointed at the one window with a clear view to the pool. In fact it was Amy's window, but he didn't want Xania to know that. "That's what's so great about you being here, because I couldn't do this with anyone else, obviously, but it's not a problem if I get caught with you. In fact, I'm rather looking forward to it. I think he suspects I'm gay. I'd like to prove him wrong in spectacular fashion. If only he knew the truth!"

Xania completely believed him. "But what about me? He's going to see me! What is he going to think about me?!" She looked down at his cum glistening on her breasts.

He stopped swimming and clung to the side of the pool right in front of her. "I don't know. I'll be sure to ask him later and let you know. Maybe he'll compare notes with the neighbors over there and there." He pointed to two other houses that didn't have a clear window view to the Plummer pool at all, but in Xania's excited state she didn't realize that. "I imagine they'll all wonder why a teenage kid would have a grown up, full bodied, big-busted woman completely naked and tied up in his back yard. I imagine they'll think you're a massively horny slut. If I see anyone looking through their windows, I'll have to turn you around and bend you over so I can fuck you in the ass. I think that'll be some interesting food for thought for the neighborhood gossip mill."

"No! You wouldn't!" Xania was surprised just how aroused this was making her. She'd played public exposure games many times before, but she'd never been in a position of extreme helplessness at the same time, unable to do anything if someone saw her. Furthermore, she didn't know Alan well enough to tell if he'd actually let her get exposed to total strangers or not.

She was so keen on getting a closer look at the window that she struggled to stand up. She almost made it before she fell back onto the concrete with a resounding thud. She cursed, but even her inability to get a good look made her more aroused. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. She was eager to get fucked again, even though they'd just finished a great fuck, except for that fact that she was now scared shitless that fucking would make it more likely she'd be seen by the neighbors.

Alan got out of the pool and put a finger up her pussy. "Ah. Looks like you're in a good mood to talk about sex. So let's talk."

Xania was chagrined and rolled her eyes in disbelief. "You give me this incredible fuck itch, and now all you want to do is talk?! Do you do this to all your women?"

"Hmm. I try. It's not easy, but I like to see them in a state of constant arousal. Now let's talk."

He lowered his voice momentarily. "Mr. Pestridge is out of range, but you'd best keep your voice down because he might be upset to hear how I've been fucking his wife and daughter right under his nose. Which is one of the things I want to talk to you about. The security issue." What he told her only heightened her sense of danger, which in turn heightened her arousal.

He went on in his usual voice, "But we can get to that later. The first thing I want to talk about is the weirdness issue. My life is seriously surreal. I mean, look at me and you talking in these conditions as a case in point. Actually, maybe I'll just tell you everything and you can sort out all the issues and tell me what's important."

"Here, let me help you clean your chest." He swept a finger through a large cum gob that was in danger of falling off her left breast, then he brought it up to a couple of inches in front of her face.

Xania found herself leaning forward and sucking his finger clean. As she swallowed the cum, she thought, God damned humiliating! I really shouldn't be encouraging him like this, but his cum is just too fucking yummy. Dammit!

Alan swiped up another cum gob dangling dangerously at the tip of her nose. "Eat up."

"Grrr!" But she ate it up with obvious eagerness.

While Alan continued to "clean" her off by feeding her his cum, he gave her a history of what was going on in his life. He focused on explaining his relationships with Heather, Glory, Brenda, and Susan, as they were the ones that were causing him the most trouble. He talked for almost an hour.

Xania asked the occasional question, but kept her conclusions to herself for the moment.

Meanwhile, she constantly looked up to Amy's window, as if expecting Eric Pestridge to look down from it at any moment. After awhile, she at least took solace in the fact that her chest and face was more or less clean.

Alan was amazed at how much mileage he was getting out of Xania merely by keeping up this idea that strangers might be watching her. It kept her constantly aroused. He occasionally checked her to see if she still had a healthy flow of pussy juice going. When she didn't, he'd frig her, and especially stimulate her G-spot. He kept her right on the edge of a climax, but it was slow and low key enough that she never quite got there.

He'd figured out that his usual domineering sexual talk was likely to turn her off (it was somewhat different between her and another woman, but she resented being lorded over by a man). However, those kinds of ideas still aroused him, and while he talked he would find himself looking at her tied up by the side of the pool and a chunk of his brain would daydream.

He thought, What if my mom's big-titted woman theory is really true? I really should keep Xania tied up for a week or more, until she's completely broken. I want her just like Brenda: another eager fuck slave to add to my harem! Yes, Alan, you have a harem. There's no denying it now, not with Brenda in the picture. She's a fuckin' slave! She really is. I need a big harem! It would be such fun to take a strong, intelligent, professional woman like Xania and reduce her to a tied up toy for the whole family. We could keep a big vibrator in her for days and days, and she would have no way of taking it out!

Alan would have fantasies like these, but then he'd have to snap back to the conversation and he'd be reminded that such thoughts were wrong and cruel. He'd chastise himself for letting his dark side grow too strong. Then he'd get lost in Xania's beauty as he talked to her, and the sight of her tied up would bring on more naughty thoughts and another similar fantasy. Then he'd recall his politically correct scruples. Then the process would repeat again and again. Luckily, he was getting better at talking and sexual play at the same time, or he wouldn't have been able to make the serious points he wanted to make.

Finally he talked himself out, and waited for her conclusions.

She said, "Are you going to untie me? If you want to hear what I have to say, you have to untie me first. If you're not going to get me off, then let me have my hands back so I can finish it!"

He was in a particularly devilish mood. "Hmm. If you're not going to talk, I guess I won't have anything else to do but turn you over and fuck you in the ass. The way you'll be screaming, I imagine that'll draw all kinds of neighbors. Folks around here, they really love their camcorders. Maybe I'll be able to ask for a copy of some of the videos they make of you, or better yet, I'll probably just be able to watch it on the web."

"You wouldn't dare!" she whispered fearfully as she tried in vain to free herself from her bindings. She finally fell backwards to the ground in frustration.

But she loved his games. She loved the way that he was keeping her horny, wet, and on edge with the fear of getting caught, even while keeping up a serious conversation. She almost didn't want to take the ropes off, as long as he kept her constantly turned on. She was impressed at how he'd managed to make the ropes exciting when getting tied up usually didn't do anything for her.

He was perceptive and learning how to please women better. He could quickly gauge what got a good reaction and what didn't and adjust his approach accordingly. He'd discovered that bondage didn't do much for her, but it could be used as a tool to force her into more exciting public exposure situations.

He just whistled the Jeopardy song, throwing that reference back in her face by reminding her of when she'd used it on him. He knew she'd have to give in quickly.

Her body slumped in defeat. "All right. But you really are a bastard, you know that? I'll talk, but only on the condition that you fuck me again before you go to school, because you've got me so horribly horny that it would be cruel to leave me like this."

"Hmm. An intriguing idea. I'll have to consider that. Of course, you know who else is waking up and I have to take care of their needs too." He smiled a mischievous smile and crooked a pinky to his lips, but refused to overtly agree to her condition.

"God, you're so evil! Won't you get me off, please? How do you expect me to think when you've got me so horny? It's amazing I was able to pay attention to your words at all."

"Hmm. Good point." He got between her legs again, and licked at her clit and the wet folds of her pussy lips.

Xania thought for sure that she'd climax now, but she couldn't quite do it.

Alan thought, I like this almost but not quite getting a woman off thing. This is fun! I need to explore this later. Will women enjoy it more that way, or will they want to kill me? I'll have to ask Suzanne because it would ruin it to ask Xania now. I have to look like I know what I'm doing.

"Alan, fucking make me cum! I'm dying here! If I had my hands free I would make you so sorry..." She stopped because all of a sudden she felt that glorious feeling of orgasmic release. Alan had been toying too close to the edge and accidentally pushed her over. She thought it was because he listened to her pleas and didn't realize he was disappointed.

He thought, Dang. I'll have to get started again and see if I can do better next time. But he let Xania rest for a bit first.

CHAPTER 3

Finally, Xania came down from her orgasmic high and was ready to speak at length about Alan's problems. "It's somehow appropriate to have just come off a great climax, because this brings me to one of my thoughts on your situation. Alan, you're an extraordinary young man. You just plain know how to fuck a woman and keep her sexually satisfied. Pretty much since I stepped into the door of your house last night, I've been riding one climax after another and floating on a constant erotic high. Furthermore, you live in an extraordinary environment. Half the time, I don't even need to do anything to get horny. Just sitting in a room full of enthusiastic, voluptuous, naked women and watching them fight to see who gets to suck or jack you off next is so exciting that that alone makes me cream my panties."

She looked down at her bare crotch. "Or not panties, as the case may be." She chuckled before continuing seriously, "It makes me want to be the next one to do you, or better yet, get seriously done by you."

She leered at him sexily, and then went on, "That's high praise because I usually like to get the guy panting in desperation, wanting to fuck me. That's easy as pie with most guys, but not with you and your damnable self-control. The fact that you picked Brenda and not me last night actually aroused me and made me feel seriously jealous! So my point is that I predict you'll have no trouble keeping a whole bevy of horny women hot, wet, and very happy with you for a long time. You just have this... way... about you. I'll bet you just made up everything you've done to me this morning right on the spot."

"I did." He now lay back in a lawn chair so he could pay full attention. He'd put Xania in the chair next to his.

"Figures. It sounds like you're endlessly inventive. On a personal note, I hope to come to this house as often as I can and experience your wicked plans firsthand. But that said, I think you're smart to try to narrow your focus to your core group. I think you could easily lose most of those cheerleaders and any other girls at school. Who would you rather fuck, one of your home four, or some high school teenybopper who barely even knows what sex is? I can't imagine they have bodies to compare, and you can hardly find four nicer people."

"That's a no-brainer, Xania. Heather's body is a perfect ten for her age like Amy and Katherine's but as I said, her personality is a completely different story. It's mostly just a problem of location. I can't fuck any of the four at school except for Amy, and not even her because only Heather has the key to the theater room. And it's nice to go over to Kim's house and take part in the orgies there. I think the other school fucks are going to grow in quality and quantity as time goes on and their bodies mature. You should see how Amy's been bursting out this last month."

Xania considered that, while idly pondering why she was giving this advice to improve his sex life still further. "Well, at school you have Amy and Glory, assuming things work out with her. Those are quality fucks, especially given what you say about Glory's deep throating skills. You need to get a copy of that key, by the way. Obviously it would be too risky for you to even wink at Katherine at school, unfortunately. I don't see why you need to bother with the others. But you could still do the others from time to time if you want, except for the issue of sexual diseases and pregnancy, which we'll have to discuss later. You seem pretty forgetful about those things."

She paused. "Hey, wait a minute! Do you realize how absurd it is to expect to get fucked at least once during the school day on a regular basis? You really are one lucky bastard." She gave him a chagrined smile.

He smiled back, a bit abashed. Then he nodded. "You're right. I don't need the others. But what can I say? I'm greedy. A matter of weeks ago none of the cheerleaders would have wanted to talk for me had it not been that I was so close to Amy and Katherine. So I guess it's a bit of an ego boost. Plus, you should see what a few of the girls at school look like. Like this girl Christine. I haven't even talked about her yet, but she's seriously fuckin' smokin' hot. And she's got E-cups, the same as you."

Xania flopped onto her side in an effort to bring some relief to her bound arms. They were starting to hurt. "Really? A teenage girl, that stacked? I shudder to think how busty she'll be after she has a couple of kids."

Alan liked that idea a lot. He smiled as he mentally pictured Christine pregnant with his third child. Her tits were nearly the size of Brenda's.

There was a long pause. Alan was off in fantasy land.

Finally, Xania asked, 'Helloooo? Earth to Alan?"

He wiped the stupid grin off his face and answered, "Yeah. Nice idea. But she's not the only one like that. I mean, Heather, despite all her bitchiness, she gives me a boner every time I see her. She's magazine cover beautiful, and she fucks like a banshee. She has good reason to be full of herself."

"Okay, Alan, given that you're incorrigible, I have a radical idea for your school problem. Instead of running from Heather, make her a regular school fuck. She sounds like a really interesting character, and you both have extremely hot sex with each other, from the sounds of it. She could be your school butt toy. I'm guessing she'd practically kill to be made one, from what you've told me about your anal sex with her. Whenever you want to take a break from your classes, just go to that secret room you use and give her ass a nice, full filling of that long, hard, fat, meaty, throbbing, juicy power drill you keep between your legs."

"Now you're talking! I like the way you think." Aroused and fully erect again, Alan got up and resumed fiddling with Xania's privates.

She spread her legs wider to make it easier for him. I can't believe I'm actually encouraging this guy. His sex life is totally unreal!

He said, "The only problem is that I really, really don't like her. She's not a good person. I can feel it. She's going to do something that'll really fuck my life up, because all she can think of is herself. I can feel it in my bones."

"That's probably true, but that's why she needs you. You have to make her a better person. Give her humility with constant, humiliating assfucks. Everyone here talks about what a great pussy tamer your cock is, and I have to admit that it's not just talk. Tame her inner bitch through her weak spot, which obviously is her needy ass. I very much doubt any other boys your age have any clue about how to fuck a girl's ass properly."

"That sounds so tempting, but... She's dangerous, I'm telling you. I'm safer just getting her out of my life."

Xania's eyelids fluttered and her breathing quickened as Alan ever so gently teased her G-spot again. "Honey, Heather's in your life whether you want her to be or not. I know the type. If you try to push her all the way out, that's when she's going to go ballistic. If she does something desperate and dangerous, that's because you threatened to completely stop fucking her. She's got her claws in you and it'll get bloody if you try to pull them out. To use another metaphor, sometimes the safest place is in the eye of the storm. You want her on your side. As long as you fuck her ass, she'll be a bitch, but a manageable one. She'll be your bitch."

"Hmm. You're probably right."

She raised an eyebrow as a new idea came to her, then looked at him with increased concern. "You don't think she might even be in love with you, do you? That could make her truly dangerous and unpredictable."

Alan recalled Simone saying how Heather was acting "gushy" and "dreamy" towards him. Those sound like normal signs of love, but Heather? No way. She's simply not capable of loving anyone but herself. He answered, "Nah. Thank God. What about my idea to pass her on to my friend Sean?"

"Alan, you're a special kid. You have some very special fucking talents, especially for someone your age. It's different with older guys - I've met some great fucks, some even better than you. But we're talking teenagers here. I don't care if your friend is hung like a horse, because you said he's a complete virgin. No matter how much you teach him in a few weeks, he's still not going to be your equal."

"Hey, I learned to fuck like this in a few weeks. Why can't he?"

"Trust me, you're unique. Sure, he might quench her fuck thirst a bit, if he has some talent and the right attitude, but she's still going to want you as the best fuck in town. I know her type. She gets what she wants and she wants the best, which right now just so happens to be you. So he's a partial solution at best. I guess you're just going to have to resign yourself to continually fucking the head cheerleader and most attractive girl in school." She laughed. "Sounds like the rough life."

"Hey. You're falling for her propaganda too, eh? She's NOT the most beautiful - she just keeps saying that. Amy and Sis tie for that in my book, not to mention Christine. I merely called her very beautiful. But anyways, speaking of Sean, it sounds like you'd know just what he needs to impress Heather. You describe Heather so perfectly based on my brief description that I'd swear you must know her already. I was thinking about having some of the other cheerleaders teach Sean how to fuck. In fact, one of them has already started in on that. But you're right. They're just girls. They don't know what they're doing, kind of like me a couple of months ago. They're not a good test of Heather's high standards and unique lusts. I think you should teach Sean with some hands on lessons. What do you think of that?"

"Why, I'd be delighted! You say he's attractive, and smart, and reasonably well hung from what you can guess. Furthermore, he's nearly a complete virgin. Sounds like a very fun project to bring along. How long do I get to turn him into a relentless and ruthless anal violator?"

"Things seem to be coming to a head with the Heather situation and the Glory situation. My 'Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!' sensors are blinking red. I think it would be best if maybe you could take him for the weekend and have him ready by Monday."

"Monday? This kid's a babe in the woods. I'm glad you told me he has a nasty streak deep down or the whole idea would be hopeless. But still, it takes a lot longer than two days to cultivate one's inner bad boy. I can try my best, but you're gonna need further help after that. And I can't devote my life to this, as much as I might like to. Two intensive days is all I can spare. You'll have to get him up to my place in L.A., though. If I'm down here, I'm gonna want to spend all my time fucking you and the rest of your lovely group."

"You would? What about the fact that I keep you tied up and well tickled?"

She grinned. "Hey, if I don't come back here, when am I going to get my revenge?"

Alan pondered the Sean situation. "Hmm. So he should go to L.A., huh? I think we may be able to get some kind of cover story going with that. I'll have to get Suzanne's expert scheming advice to work out the details. But thanks for the offer to help. Heather is just far too insatiable right now, and nobody else seems to be giving her the kind of fucking she needs. She needs an alternative or she's going to, I dunno, kidnap me or something so she can have me 24 hours a day."

"I agree. But remember I said that Sean alone won't satisfy her. You will have to come to some kind of understanding with her. So talk to her, soon. You say you can tell she's up to no good, so why not talk to her at school today?"

Alan was jarred by the reminder that he'd have to go to school in a short while. "Maybe I will. But that reminds me. What to do about Glory, my history teacher? Heather obviously knows about the teach and I, the other cheerleaders know, and Heather knows about me and Sis and could tell that to Glory. Luckily no one can prove anything yet, but still. I tell you, the whole situation is about to explode!"

"Your first step is... actually, your first step is you need to untie me."

"Awww. I don't think I can do that. You're so cute when you're tied up."

"Alan, I'm warning you already! My arms are seriously hurting!"

"And I already told you you're extra sexy when you're mad." He really did think so. Her stern features made her look smolderingly intense when she frowned.

"And you won't look so cute after I shove both your legs up your ass!"

"Shucks. I was going to untie you, but I like my legs where they are. And I was sooooo close to doing it."

"Grrr! Evil bastard."

He grinned. "What can I say? Call it a weakness, but I prefer getting my advice from tied up, buck naked, angry porn stars. I guess I'm kinda weird that way."

Xania let out a tremendously loud groan. "I told you I'm not a porn star." She sighed again. "Well, I might as well get this advice over with so you can hopefully untie me already. You do need that talk with Heather. Defuse that bomb. Then talk to the other cheerleaders. There's only three you're worried about, right?"

"Yeah. Kim, Janice, and Joy. It's an unusually small squad from what I understand, and of course I don't have to worry about Amy and Sis. I know Kim pretty well now and I don't think I have to worry about her talking. She's been really cool with knowing about me and Sis for a long time now. But Janice and Joy are unknowns. And Heather has another friend named Simone that she confides in. So it's still three."

"Talk to those three, then. Find out where they're at and what they want without confessing to any damaging facts. I don't know what they want, so I can't help you there, but cut a deal. Make an arrangement to ensure their silence. I know you're trying to distance yourself from them, but you should be able using a little fucking as a reward. If this relationship with Glory is worth keeping then you've got to fight for it, and you'd hardly be suffering to fuck those other girls some more. Again, I pity what a rough life you've got. Most guys your age would literally kill to have your problems." Her eyes sparkled with mirth.

"But that still leaves Glory," she pointed out. "Now, you said she's very perceptive and keeps her ear close to the ground. You have to figure that she may figure out your incestuous relationships all by herself, without Heather interfering. You may be great at sexual role-plays, but let's face it, you're not really a great liar about serious things. A good actor in sexual role-plays, yes, but you're too good and honest at heart to tell real lies convincingly. So that's my advice. Finally! Now, can I take this rope off at least for a while? Please? My arms are really aching. It's been nearly two hours and it really hurts."

He deadpanned, "All right, you've been through the school of hard knots and learned the ropes. I've been stringing you along. I guess you deserve a break 'cos you're obviously at the end of your rope."

Xania groaned, but couldn't help but smile too. "Now I know why you tie your guests up. That's so they won't slap you silly for your bad jokes."

"I'm sorry, I really am. Sorry for being knotty. Are you upset?"

"Yes. A bit." She was grinning even more at his "knotty" pun.

"Would you say you're even... fit to be tied?"

She laughed, despite herself. "Alan! I thought the Geneva Convention rules against torture made that kind of joke illegal. Now get me untied already."

Alan untied her ropes. He realized that he should have untied them a while ago and hoped her arms weren't too sore.

With a great sigh of relief, Xania broke free and stretched out. To his surprise, she didn't really slap him for keeping her tied up so long and generally being a cheeky pest. She seemed intent on her analysis, and continued her ideas while rubbing her arms and luxuriously stretching them up to the sky.

"Thank you for that. God, that feels better. ... I do have a few more points to make, now that I'm not being tortured."

"Tortured?"

"Okay, maybe not tortured. Actually, I feel a lot better already. I just needed to stretch. ... Let's see. Ah, yes. Glory. So you need to dull her senses and keep her so preoccupied that she doesn't pick up on things. Whether by plan or not, you seem to have your whole house that way already. Suzanne's brain is totally out to lunch, she's so obsessed with you. I've never, ever, seen her turn into mental oatmeal like this before. But that still makes her sharp as a tack compared to Susan. I didn't know your mother before, but I can only assume she wasn't this constantly sex crazed before."

"No, she wasn't. She's normally fairly smart, though not brilliant like Suzanne. But yeah, she's not exactly coming across like a sharp tack these days. As for Amy, she's not in a sexual fog, she's just naturally that way. It's hard to see it at first, but she's actually pretty smart too. However, she's also kind of like, I dunno, like in her own time zone or something."

"I see. In any case, you need to deal with Glory. I think it's safe to assume that she already suspects your incestuous relationship, at least with your sister. Think about it. She knows you're screwing some of the most attractive girls in school, and that you love big tits. Katherine's tits are only small relative to the likes of Brenda's, and she's possibly THE most beautiful girl in the whole school. Glory must have thought about the possibility. She knows about your six times a day treatment, so how plausible is it for your sister or mother to help out with your orgasm needs? I'm sure she can imagine a slippery slope of where a little bit of innocent help could lead, just as it really did. The only thing you have going for you is Katherine's prudish reputation. Susan's too, come to think of it. Does Glory know about that?"

"Yeah. Glory's met Susan at different school things. Back then, Mom definitely came off as a born again prude. She still dresses and acts like that when she goes outside, although now it's just an act."

"Good. Luckily both reputations seem to be surprisingly intact outside the house, from what you're telling me. But if you're really serious about Glory long term, you have to figure that she's gonna find out about you and your special family bond sooner or later. Naturally, you obviously want it to be later, when you're inseparable, and you want to break it to her gently. In the short term, keep her fully preoccupied until you can sort things out. I suggest the full vibrator treatment."

"What's that?"

"You have to keep her cunt stuffed with plastic cock nearly twenty-four hours a day. If she's always on the edge of a climax, she won't be worrying about you and incest."

"But how will I do that? I mean, she has to teach. She takes her teaching role quite seriously. She'll never agree to it."

"You just leave it up to me. Actually, now that I think about it, the same strategy might help you with Heather too. If you keep her in a fog... But then again it might backfire and she'd be encouraged in all the wrong ways. I'd have to know more about her to say for sure. I'd love to meet both of these women so I can feel them out, but that's for another day."

"You mean feel them up?" he half-joked.

"That too." She winked. "Right now let's work on your Glory vibrator plan. I don't know if you're aware, but there's a growing toy collection in this house, so you have all the tools. There are some pretty high tech ones here, too. I'm quite impressed that you have a unit in there called the Televibe. It's perfect for your needs. Do you know about that one?"

"No. I'm completely vibrator ignorant. I think Suzanne bought most of those, so she's the one to ask."

"I'll teach you how to use it before you go to school. I think you should start on her today."

"Okay, but I have to go pee. I'll be back in a second, but then I'm going to tie you up again and play with your pussy some more, because I've been neglecting it."

"Bastard!" But she didn't demand that he leave her untied. She was having too much fun to really complain.

CHAPTER 4

Alan did in fact have to go to the bathroom, but there was another reason he went back into the house. Time was passing and it was coming up on seven o'clock, which meant that everyone was up by now and getting ready for the start of school at eight o'clock. He went to the phone and called Amy's cell phone. When she answered, he gave her some very strange instructions.

She readily agreed to follow them right away with lots of happy "M'kay" answers.

Then he went back to the pool and Xania, carrying all the vibrators from the underwear drawer back with him in a big bag. He tied her back up. "You know Xania, not only am I beginning to think of you as a great advisor, but I also am starting to picture you with these ropes on. I think we'll have to tie you up like this for all future visits."

She put up a little protest, but didn't seem to mind terribly much. "Alan, you're wasting some good rope. I'm just not naturally into this, though I'll admit that you've got me going for the moment with your clever schemes. I'll bet there are no neighbors who can see and you're just yanking my chain some more. Whereas unlike me, you've got some lovely ladies who would take to being tied up like fish to water. I'm thinking of Katherine, Susan, and most especially, Brenda. So why me? I hardly know Brenda, but Christ is she begging for it or what?!"

"We'll see. There's no reason why I can't tie up everyone, starting with you. But let's get back to Glory. Then I have some other issues to discuss, and we're running out of time."

So Xania explained her vibrator ideas to use with Glory.

A few minutes into her talk, Alan interrupted and whispered urgently, "Don't look now, but someone's watching you. From the Pestridge house. It's Suzanne's husband, Eric. He's finally up."

Xania turned her head as casually as she could. Sure enough there was a shadow of a man standing at the only second floor window with a view of the Plummer's pool. But what Xania didn't know was that it was actually Amy, wearing a man's hat and jacket to make her silhouette look like a man's.

"Oh God!" Xania exclaimed quietly, as her sense of panic surged up and nearly overwhelmed her. She was suddenly acutely aware that she was buck naked. "How can I continue with this, knowing that he's there?" She turned her head again. "Look. He's STILL there! Is he going to just stand there and stare at us forever?!" She hissed, "DO something!"

"No. I imagine he's probably masturbating. We don't have porn star professional model quality naked women tied up and hanging out at our pool just any morning of the week." He laughed as Susan and Suzanne's daily nude sunbathing popped into his mind. "Actually we do, except for the tied up part. You should see how often Susan and Suzanne skinny dip out here. But I'll tell you what. You need something to distract you and take your mind off of him watching you. Something just like your plan to deal with Glory comes to mind. And as a matter of fact, I just happen to have some vibrators right here. What a funny coincidence! Let's see. Ooh! Mr. Excitement. One of the favorites around here. Twelve inches long and black. Eric'll be able to see that go up your cunt from all the way over there. We can put the clit stimulator attachment on as well. And, ooh! Here's a lovely little anal number...."

Xania hissed quietly, "Alan! God damn you! I've only begun to describe this vibrator plan, and you're already using it against me? That is so completely unfair! You are such a clever asshole!"

"Hmm. Could be that I am. That's another thing I want to discuss: how all these women fawning over me, praising me, and practically worshipping me at times are slowly turning me into an egotistical, evil asshole. But until that time, Mr. Excitement, meet Xania's pussy. Xania's pussy, meet your new, well-hung, black lover. But please, don't let me interrupt. You were saying about Glory and vibrators?"

"Alan, come ON!" She turned her head and watched who she thought was Eric Pestridge while Alan inserted the big vibrator.

He actually turned Xania completely around so the insertion could be done within full view of Amy's window.

Xania leaked like a faucet and panted heavily. She tried to continue with her explanation, but she couldn't get very far with the vibrator buzzing away in her and the thought of Suzanne's husband watching her.

Alan kept her facing the window so she constantly looked up and saw the silhouette in the same position, rarely moving. He said things like, "Look how long he's been at the window. He clearly must be staring at SOMEthing out here. I wonder what that could be?"

Xania whispered back, "How can you be so calm about this?! He's staring at you too, you know!"

"Yeah, that's it," Alan said teasingly. "I'll bet he's staring at me. So that means you have nothing to worry about."

"Bastard!" she complained under her breath. But with each passing minute, she was getting more and more aroused.

Alan explained further, "Why should I care if he's staring at me? He must be thinking, 'That Alan is one lucky kid. Look, now he's cupping one of her tits like he owns her.'" Naturally, he cupped a tit as he said that, and started kneading it in full view of the window. "Meanwhile, he's probably thinking about you: 'Who's the kinky slut?'"

She panted with excitement, "Stupid fuckin' double standards!" She was really getting off on Alan fondling her for the stranger's benefit.

After a couple of minutes, Alan thought, Two things. One, Amy has to go to school and needs to prepare. She's a doll doing what I'd asked, but it's cruel to keep her there at the window forever. Two, I pretty much promised Xania a second fuck. Now's a good time as any, because she's hopeless at explaining things with the way she's panting right now.

So Alan took the vibrator out.

"What are you doing?!" Xania immediately complained.

As he bent Xania over a lawn chair so he could take her doggy style, he said, "I can't let Eric down. If I've got my own porn star sex toy, he's gonna wonder why I'm not fucking you already."

He inserted his hard erection instead. He was doing it doggy style mostly because he'd promised to do that earlier, but he also figured it would look good from the window. He whispered to her, "As long as he's watching, let's give him a good show, okay? In for a penny, in for a pounding."

Xania just whimpered at that. She started cumming before he really got started and just kept cumming in one great long multiple orgasm. But she was so petrified about the neighbors and especially Eric Pestridge supposedly watching that she hardly made a sound.

About a minute into his thrusting, Alan looked over at his house and saw Susan and Katherine standing at the kitchen window, staring out at them. "Ooh! Bonus! Look, Xania. We have more guests. Hi Sis! Hi Mom!" He waved at them with exaggerated hand gestures.

Xania looked over at the Plummer house and saw Susan and Katherine standing at their sliding door to the patio, smiling and waving back. They both wore the barest of clothes. Their ample tits wobbled and swung back and forth inside skin-tight and obviously bra-less shirts with every wave of their hands. They seemed very mirthful, as if they found Xania's predicament delightful. They also showed no sign of jealousy that Xania could see.

Alan was amused (and of course, aroused) as he took a closer look at what his sister and mother were wearing. Susan wore panties and a thin shirt several sizes too small. Katherine wore even smaller panties and a smaller and tighter top. They both had dressed to show off their hard nipples. He'd asked them the night before not to wear anything too arousing until his studies were over, and so figured that this was their idea of unarousing. He was further amused to see that Katherine was awkwardly reaching back and occasionally groping at Susan's pussy even while she waved.

Even though Xania was busy getting nailed, she caught the occasional glimpse of mother and daughter, usually between thrusts. "IS this what it's like with them every morning?" she asked with an incredulous voice.

"Actually, they're a bit overdressed today," he admitted truthfully. "They probably wanted to see how you were taking things before going into full-on cocksucking mode. How ARE you taking things, by the way?"

"UGH!" She didn't say it, but after he said that it was obvious to both of them that she was taking a lot of cock, and taking it deep. Even though he was talking in a more or less causal voice, he was riding her hard and fast. With her arms tied behind her back, she was helpless to change positions or do anything but fuck back onto his dick. He had her bent over a lawn chair, but he'd made sure that her breasts were hanging over the other side of it. That way, they were able to swing freely, and right in front of the Pestridge house too.

Xania tried not to think of what Eric Pestridge must think of her, getting fucked in such an outrageously lewd position. She was so excited that she was worried she'd pass out.

Then, as if Xania hadn't been embarrassed enough already, Alan shouted out, "Hey Sis! Why don't you come out here and join in the fun?"

Katherine waved some more but declined the invitation, since she knew he was joking.

Xania was far less amused by the whole scene. She hissed quietly, "Shut up! Do you realize UH! What you just - OH! UH! Just said out loud?! God! UGH! Do you - UGH! YES! Do - AH! Do - UH!"

Alan slowed down a bit so Xania could finish what she wanted to say.

"Do you want Eric to hear that?! OH! So good! Don't you think UNGH! Yes! Think that - OOH! He'd find that odd?" The threat of having everything discovered by Eric only excited her further, and even after Alan slowed she still could barely get a coherent sentence out.

Alan slowed down further so he could reply without frantic panting.

To his surprise, Xania responded to the change of pace by churning her hips and milking his erection with her vaginal walls at the same time. It felt intense, and showed her remarkable sexual talent.

He found that talking wasn't that easy, after all. "All I said was... Phew! ...join in the fun. ... Ah. Ah. ... Maybe... Hold on... Maybe, maybe, I mean that Sis and I should double team you. ... Oh God! Jesus! Just a... Hold on... What's wrong, wrong with that? ... After all... Just a, just a sec..." With one great final effort, he managed to finish his thought, "After all, when you have a bound and naked porn star, isn't that the kind of thing you d-d-d-do, do to her?"

All the while, Alan never really stopped thrusting. However, he decided that he needed another strategic break.

He stopped, but Xania didn't. She seemed to delight in foiling his plans for a strategic break by continuing milking his stiffness. Meanwhile, she kept looking up at the figure in the window.

Xania seemed beyond the ability to coherently talk, but Alan at least was able to get his breath back, even though his dick still had him dangerously close to cumming. He tried to tease her some more. "I just had a great idea. Unfortunately I need to go to school but it could take days to break you in, so what should I do with you while I'm gone?" He paused and caught his breath. "Maybe I'll leave you tied up out here but in the shade under an umbrella so you don't burn your fair skin. Then I'll put a gag in your mouth and hang a big sign around your neck: 'Notice to the neighbors: Help needed breaking in busty porn star. Please keep all her holes filled. Tell a friend.'"

Xania let out a groan that was more like a scream. She was finding it hard to keep quiet though she was still struggling to do so.

"What's that?" Alan asked, pretending Xania said something intelligible. He started slowly thrusting again, since keeping still was, if anything, more dangerous than moving, given Xania's squeezing and milking skills. "You're pointing out we should charge money? Good idea, but that's so tacky and we don't need the money. I know. I'll put a coin jar out so people can leave tips to show their appreciation."

Xania let out a barely muffled scream as the combination of Alan's resumed steady thrusting and his words slowly drove her to another climax.

But Alan again pretended to understand her wordless noises. "What's that? You're saying not enough people will see you in the backyard? Excellent point. You want everyone to see your naked body? Okay."

She somehow managed to get out a "NO!" But it was partly to herself, feeling that she didn't want to cum just yet.

"No? Oh, my mistake. You want people to see you AND feel you."

She whimpered.

"What's that? And fuck you as well? Okay, if you insist. We'll put you under the big tree in the front yard. I'll be surprised if I come home and I don't see three long lines going down the sidewalk, one for each of your holes. And if each fucker leaves a quarter in the jar, we could make more than ten dollars on the first day alone!"

Xania fully understood on some level that he was just teasing, but she allowed herself to think it might be real because as a fantasy it was so exciting. Plus, between what she'd seen at the poker party and her belief that he was fucking her in front of strangers (not to mention Katherine and Susan), she couldn't be completely sure what extremes he might go to.

After a while, Alan switched positions and had Xania sit in his lap and bounce up and down on his pole. He did that so he could have her face his house for a while, where Katherine and Susan were still frequently looking out the window. He explained, "I was just thinking. It's rude to fuck and give Mr. Pestridge the best view. This way, Mom and Sis get a great view. Not to mention that guy over there."

Xania held her breath as she turned to see who he was pointing to. Finding no one there, she let her breath out. "Damn you! Bastard!" But she also loved it. In fact, she was a bit disappointed not to see another spectator.

Alan was acting cool and he wasn't that winded because Xania was doing most of the work, bouncing up and down on his impalement. But his arousal had been slowly rising all the while and he finally reached a point where he either had to stop completely or cum hard. He decided on the latter.

He leaned forward and grasped onto her breasts. "Here comes the first of dozens of loads in this hole today!" He held her steady like that until he felt completely emptied out.

Finally, when he was all done shooting his load into her, he began untying her.

"Bastard," Xania cursed. However, the way she said it showed she was much more pleased than angry.

Alan pretended confusion. "What? Oh, you're upset I didn't leave a tip. Don't worry, that's just 'cos we don't have the tip jar out yet. I'll put my quarter in later. You were definitely worth it. Heck, I might even put in two!" He finished untying her as she squirmed to get free.

Xania had just enough energy left to reach out and slap his upper arm. She said quietly, "Bastard. Enough of you and your tip jar. As if! It's bad enough that you let Suzanne's husband watch the whole thing. Look. He's STILL there. Sorry, Eric, show's over. Don't stick around unless you want to watch the next show: a young man getting murdered as soon as he finishes untying these ropes. Grrr!"

It was starting to get warm so they lay out in the sun and recovered.

"You like saying 'grrr' and 'bastard' a lot, don't you?" he teased.

"Around you I do," she grumbled. "And speaking of bastards, I hope I don't have one in the oven right now. you forgot to pull out this time, you dummy. The pill isn't 100 percent effective, you know."

He grimaced, feeling honestly abashed. "Oops."

"'Oops?' You're a hopeless case. ... Although, I have to admit that it felt pretty good having your hot seed splash inside me."

They were exhausted, almost too tired to talk. After another minute or so, Xania said, "I can't believe I'm just lying here on the ground, letting Mr. Pestridge stare at me. I must really be a 'kinky slut.'" She could feel Alan's cum slowly oozing out of her slit.

"Wow," Alan said after another pause. "I got some good use out of that rope. By the way, did I mention that the silhouette you see up there isn't really Mr. Pestridge?"

Xania rolled to the side so she could look where he was lying next to her, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

He sat up, reached into the bag full of vibrators lying nearby, and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a number. "Hi. Amy? ... How you doing? ... Thanks again for doing the big favor. Xania got a kick out of it. Give us a kiss and a wave."

Xania was full of chagrin as she sat up and saw Amy wave from the window. She turned to Alan. "You evil little bastard! You really are a bastard this time. You had me going! I mean, Suzanne's husband! I was worried for her. You!" She turned and slapped him on the cheek and then launched a tickle attack.

Alan fought back until they both called a truce and had to rest from all the laughter. They both ended up lying on the ground again.

"God, I love it here," Xania said aloud, no longer caring that she was outside and buck naked. "Alan, you really know how to have a good time and spread the joy. No wonder all the women flock to you. Speaking of which, let's take care of this Glory situation. Let me finish explaining before you have to eat and shower. What a bizarre morning!"

"You think this is bizarre? What, you think fucking a naked and tied up beauty in my own back yard while my girlfriend watches from one window and my mother and sister watch from another qualifies as bizarre? That's practically normal for me lately. This brings me to another issue. I hesitate to call these 'problems' because they don't compare to people with real problems, but damn, my life is beyond bizarre. I'm having a hard time dealing with just, well, all the totally surreal bizarreness I experience every day. My life used to be so completely nerdy and normal."

Xania replied, "Unfortunately that and the other issues will have to wait for another day. You've got to get ready, and I'll be gone by the time you get back from school. Seeing how you're NOT keeping me tied up on the front lawn." She gave him a stare that showed her adamant refusal to consider the idea.

Alan grinned and nodded. He was happy there was even a part of her that had to confirm he wasn't going to do that.

With visible relief, she continued, "But don't worry, I'll be back here soon enough or you can come visit my place. I suppose I have to see what other kind of sordid and troublesome mischief you can get up to. Plus there's the phone and e-mail. We need to arrange this whole Sean weekend on the phone anyway. Oh, and for the last time, I am NOT a porn star. I'm a B-movie actress. Can you remember that?"

"Nope. Wow. I just fucked a real porn star."

Xania rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation, but she grinned too. She finally finished her explanation about how Alan should use a vibrator on Glory. Then she and Alan went inside to eat breakfast.

CHAPTER 5

In order for Alan to put his plans for Glory into immediate effect he needed to get to school early.

Susan and Katherine were still dressed in the panties and tight, bra-less shirts.

As soon as he sat down, he said to them, "I've got bad news. I know I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but I really need to take it easy this morning on the sex stuff. We've really got to rush here because I have to get school at least ten minutes early, preferably fifteen. And then I'm going to have to lay off the sex when I get home due to my pile of homework."

He looked right at Katherine and said sadly, "I'll even have to skip my S-Club meeting this afternoon." He expected her to pass that message on to Kim later in the day. She nodded in understanding.

Susan brought bowls of cereal for Alan and Xania who were sitting at the dining room table. "Why don't you two get started, then? Tiger, how was your morning fuck? Did you give your big, thick, juicy dick to Xania like I expect you're gonna give it to me?" She smiled benignly. From her tone and demeanor one might have guessed she'd asked him if he had a nice walk instead.

Alan responded, "It was great, and I almost gave her my all, but I didn't give Xania my complete 100%. I'm saving that just for you."

Susan walked back to the kitchen beaming. She said to no one in particular, "Awww. What a wonderful boy. I can't wait!"

He quickly added, to his family members, "And don't either of you ask Xania about the fuck. Mom, if I know you at all, you're going to want to vicariously experience our fuck by having Xania describe it in graphic detail. But save that for later, after I'm gone. I've got to hurry." He dived into his cereal.

Susan pouted. "Oh, poo." She resumed cooking.

Xania just smirked and then dug into her Honey Nut Cheerios.

Katherine sat on a stool by the kitchen counter. She held the day's newspaper in her hands and asked, "Big Church Steeple Brother, you're probably too busy to read the paper this morning, but what if I read it to you?"

"That sounds all right," he said while stuffing his face with another spoonful of cereal.

"Let's see what we have here." She ostentatiously fluffed the paper.

Seeing that caught her brother's attention, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it away.

Alan gave her a skeptical look.

"Hey, I'm just getting comfy," she protested with a naughty giggle. She turned her attention back to the paper. "Here's an interesting one, a local boy makes good type story." A change of tone indicated she was reading the headline. "Area Teen Sets New Daily Orgasm Record."

"Sis, come on! Get serious. As if there'd be an article about me in there."

"Oooh! Look who's all full of himself. I'll have you know it's not about you at all. Looks like you have some competition. Wow. Ten climaxes in one day. I guess you'll have to fuck us all more often to keep up."

"Yeah, right. As if more fucking is humanly possible. What's his supposed name?"

"Hmm. Let's see here. Ah. 'Ivor Biggun.'"

Xania and Susan laughed while Alan just groaned.

"Come on, Little Puffy Sheathed Sis. Get serious. Read the front page."

"Okay, here's a front page headline. 'State Supreme Court Strikes Down Incest Prohibition.' Wow! No way! This is awesome! It says here that a California law prohibiting sex between siblings has been struck down as a violation of the right to privacy. However, and I quote, 'This provision will only remain valid for those who prove their seriousness and dedication to this serious breach of traditional mores. Brothers must fuck their sisters at least once a day to retain this legal exemption. Furthermore, the twice daily fucks, preferably twice at the very least if the brother is sexy and cute and the sister is a self-professed number one fuck toy, must be deep, hard, and intense, and give the sister lots of wonderful orgasms.' Unquote. That's according to Supreme Court spokesman Dick C. Normus."

Alan laughed with the others, but he said, "All right. That's it. No more newspaper reading allowed. Now let's finish our food and get out of here."

"Wait! But I haven't even told you about the gripping courtroom testimony of one Ms. E. Norma Snockers who convinced the judges that she suffered severe emotional and physical distress when her brother didn't fuck her at least three times a day!"

Alan got up and ripped the paper from his sister's hands while everyone else laughed. He tossed it on the counter and went back to his cereal.

Susan chided, "Angel dear, let's focus so our well-hung lover here can get to school early. And whatever happened to your top? Put it back on so he can concentrate." She added with great eagerness, "Now, as for your story, I know it's imaginary, but does it have anything in there about sons fucking their needy, loving mommies?"

"Of course, Mom. That's legal now, too. But it says that good mommies should allow their sons and daughters to fuck each other. Sibling fucking comes first! As for my top, Xania, did you know that there's a little thieving gremlin living in our house? He especially likes to steal women's tops so he can ogle their tits. Of course you can guess what his name is."

Xania couldn't stop grinning. "No. What?"

"Seymour Juggs."

But despite all the fun, they did manage to get ready quickly without any serious sexual play.

Susan in particular was very disappointed that she couldn't even so much as watch a handjob, much less give one herself. Her sexy morning rituals with Alan were an expected daily highlight for her now.

CHAPTER 6

Susan drove Alan and Katherine to school, getting there a good fifteen minutes early. No sooner did Alan get out of the car when his friend Sean came rushing up to him.

"Whoa! Dude! Fuckin' A, man, fuckin' A!" Sean was beaming and excited.

Alan immediately grabbed him and steered him away from the other students streaming to their classes. While they walked, Alan said, "Pretty good, eh? How does it feel to be an ex-virgin?"

"Damn, it feels good!" Suddenly Sean stopped. "Let me shake your hand. If you weren't a guy, I'd hug you and kiss you."

They shook hands vigorously, and both sported big shit-eating grins.

"Kim's pretty good, isn't she," said Alan, as his friend nearly shook his hand off.

"Damn straight! Fuckin' A! Greatest thing in my life! I'm gonna fuckin' name my first born after you, man! What can I say? 'Thank you' just doesn't cut it. I'm totally gonna pay you back with some really good deed, though I can't imagine what could compare."

"Don't worry about it. Just remember, not a word to anyone, okay? If you wanna let your feelings out about how great it was, talk to me."

"If being quiet means I might get a second chance with her, I'll never speak to anyone about anything ever again for the rest of my entire life!"

Alan smiled even more, happy for his friend. "No need to go that far. You're on the fast track to sexual discovery, and time is of the essence. I'm gonna talk to Kim and see if we can't get you a repeat performance this afternoon."

"THIS AFTERNOON? COOL!"

"Sssshhh! Keep it down, man." Alan resumed walking away to a safer, more remote spot, and Sean followed. "This is not exactly a normal conversation we're having here."

Sean said excitedly, "So, Alan. Kim told me some things that you said were okay for her to tell me. Man, I can't believe it! Everything you said is true! No wonder we never see you anymore. If I had a chance to fuck gorgeous babes all day long, I don't think you'd ever see me again either."

Alan smiled. He was glad to see that Sean had a healthy libido. Part of him had worried that Sean would rather watch Farscape or South Park on TV than spend all his time fucking. "Dude, I hate to boast, but you don't even know the half of it. Not even a fraction. If you could only know what I did in the last twelve hours or so, it would completely destroy your mind."

Sean grabbed him by the shoulder and asked him conspiratorially, "Did you do two girls at once? That's like a super huge fantasy of mine."

"Only all the time! This is the life, I'm telling you, and you're gonna experience all kinds of things. All you have to do is not say a word to anyone and I'll officially make you my apprentice."

Sean said gleefully in a Yoda voice, "Always two there are - the master and the apprentice." He and Alan were big Star Wars fans too.

Alan chuckled. "Yes, my young padawan, but we've got to work on your lightsaber techniques, and I'm talking about the one between your legs. We've got to train you for Heather."

Sean suddenly frowned at the mention of Heather.

Alan didn't expect a frown and it brought him up short. "What?"

"Well, I mean, it's great with you wanting to set me up with Heather and all, but if everything you say is true, then that means that you and Heather really did... I mean, you two... you..."

"Fucked. Yes, we had sex. Deal with it. Sean, look. I know you adore Heather, but I have to pop your bubble a bit. She's a total slut, okay? She's slept with half the football team, and I don't mean that metaphorically. Get used to it. You're going to have to get used to all kinds of things in very short order. I have a huge weekend planned for you, to get you prepared for Heather. Clear the decks, because you're going to be a non-stop fucking machine all weekend long."

Sean was flabbergasted. "No way. How is all this possible?"

"I have a theory. I've learned that life isn't fair. Just as the rich get richer, and the powerful get even more powerful, it's the guys with all the women who get even more. Somehow I've fallen into the lucky crowd. I'm having so much great sex that I don't know if I'm coming or going. It feeds on itself. Once you've proven yourself as a steady source of orgasms, that you're not psycho, and most importantly, you don't blab, it's incredible how many women will want to fuck you. Now you're moving into the 'in' crowd. If you can show yourself to be talented and able to deal, you'll find that the sky's the limit."

Alan thought about explaining that he'd just gotten a brand new sex slave to help illustrate that there really was no limit on what could happen, but then decided that wasn't prudent, even if he didn't mention Brenda by name. "The key is to remember that women want a confident guy. Act like you're in charge and you know what you're doing, even if you don't."

"Oh, man. It's tough. I am so not there yet. Kim had to be really patient with me yesterday. But she said I got a lot better by the end."

"No worries. I know more than you realize. I talked to her on the phone after you left her house." Alan was glad to learn that Kim felt Sean had a lot of potential, even if he was all fingers and thumbs his first time. Kim didn't want a boyfriend, just a good fuck, and Sean at least helped her to two climaxes. "That's why we're training you step by step. Once you get into some kind of Don Juan zone, the women pick up on the vibe, and you literally have to fight them off. I'll bet most women are as horny guys are if not more so, it's just that society frowns on letting them show it."

"Whoa. Hey! Lately all these good looking girls have been coming up to you, acting all flirtatious. That's another thing that's been weird about you lately. We were starting to think you were gay, with you turning them all down. Are you saying that, in fact, you're really secretly doing all of them?"

"No. Pretty much none of them. I tend to go for the older, more sexually experienced woman. In fact, I want to hook you up with one of those over the weekend. She's a perfect ten, and a part time soft porn star. She lives in L.A., so think of an excuse that'll get your parents to allow you to go away for the whole weekend."

"A porn star? Dude! This is so fucking unbelievable! Despite everything that's turned out true, you gotta be putting me on about this. No way!"

Alan smiled a wry smile. "Welcome to my life. Not a day goes by where I don't think the words 'bizarre' and 'unbelievable,' over and over. You're going to love it. I do. The only thing is that I just get so tired and weary, and I'm failing half my classes. Let me tell you a secret, and if you even THINK about telling anyone, I'll kill you. I'm trusting you so much here, with all of this."

Sean nodded.

He leaned in close and whispered, "I have a whole harem of beautiful women at my disposal. Almost a dozen women, ready and willing to fuck me at any time, in any combination. Soon, you're gonna see what some of that is like if you keep doing what I say and keep your mouth shut. I'm not going to let you fuck most of them as I feel quite protective towards them, and I don't even want you to know who most of them are. But you'll develop a little harem of your own, if that's what you want. Think of the cheerleaders Kim, Janice, and Joy. Maybe even Heather'll be in it." He pulled back with a conspiratorial wink to see his friend's reaction.

Sean stared at Alan with his mouth practically hanging open. He imagined the four cheerleaders mentioned all naked on one bed, beckoning him to join them. "Shit, man! No way! ... No fuckin' bleeding way! But Heather is the only one I could ever love. Although..."

Alan smiled to himself because he could already see the same dark forces working Sean that had worked on him. His loyalty to only Heather lasts about two seconds once he sees the possibility of sex with lots of other girls too. I guess that's just how most males are. But I'm going to protect Sean from taking things too far, like they've gone with me. I'm trying to stave off the asshole factor, but can he fight that evil urge without the likes of Amy for sanity support? I don't think so.

Sean asked him urgently, "How am I going to make it through my classes today, thinking about that? Not to mention Kim waiting for me after school! Jesus Christ!"

"Like I said, welcome to my life. I can't think about anything but sex anymore." He walked off with a happy smile, while Sean just stood there and stared at his friend in total amazement.

Alan felt really good to let another person know some of what was happening to him, and to share some of the sexual joy with another guy. He had a good feeling that his friend wouldn't tell anyone anything, and that things would work out for Sean. He pulled a watch out of his pocket and saw that he still had ten minutes to spend with Glory if he hurried to her classroom.

As Alan approached Glory's classroom, he thought, Sean will probably never know the full extent of everything I do. It's just too strange to believe, not to mention the dangers of telling him. Like right now. What would he think if he knew my backpack contained a large and varied vibrator collection that I plan to use on my hot and sexy history teacher to keep her on sexual overload all day long?

CHAPTER 7

When Alan got to Glory's class, the door was open to welcome in her first period students. But Alan checked to make sure no other students had arrived yet, and then he immediately turned around and closed the door, which automatically locked it.

Glory stood up and walked over to where he was. "Hey! You can't do that. Students are going to start coming in any minute. They'll want to come in here and sit down." She seemed intent on unlocking the door herself.

"Good morning to you too, Glory. That's why we have to lock it. I'm late but I'll be quick."

"What are you..." Her voice faded out, because he took out a huge dildo and held it up in front of her. Her eyes went wide. "Alan!"

"Quick, pull up your skirt so I can put this in you." The dildo in his hand zoomed down towards her butt.

"Hold on! You're crazy. Get serious, young man! You can't just put that in me. That's way, way, WAY too big. I have classes to teach!" She held her skirt in place with her hands so he couldn't slip anything into her.

"You're right. It is too big. What if I had a smaller one?"

"Well, that would be better..." She caught herself smiling, but then shook her head as if to clear certain naughty thoughts. "But that's not the point! What's this all about? I have to teach! I take my teaching very seriously. I can't have this kind of distraction. Now, go on. Shoo!" Her hands waved him away like he was a pesky fly.

He pulled out a slightly smaller, but still quite large, dildo. "How about this one?"

"Better, but I can't teach with that in me! It's still too big. How could I concentrate? This is all very amusing, but really..." Her resolve was weakening, despite her protests. She was becoming very aware of the feel and friction of her panties in her crotch. She readjusted the way she sat, and then readjusted again. And again.

He put that dildo back and pulled another, slightly smaller than the last and about the size of a typical penis. "This one?" It was bent, making it look something like a pink banana.

She chided him with a sigh, upset with her weakening resolve. "Alan! What am I going to do with you?"

Alan grinned devilishly. "I don't know, but I'm sure we can think of some things later." He winked. "But right now I'm going to put this up your pussy. There's really a very good reason for this, but we don't have time for explanations. Just try it out and see. I promise you, it won't interfere with your teaching at all. Look how small and harmless it is! Plus, it's totally high tech. You have to check this out!"

He pulled out some more items. He handed her a cell phone, then a small box connected to it via a short wire. Then he gave her a much smaller vibrator.

She put the other items on her desk, and then held up and examined the small box.

Meanwhile he held the big vibrator and pointed out some of its various features.

She interrupted, aware of the time pressure, "Yes, yes, it's a vibrator, I know. But what's this system called? How does it all work together?"

He explained, "It's all one unit called the Televibe. I learned how to use it just before school, but it's really excellent. You have to put the two vibrators in both your holes, then keep the cell phone and the attached control unit in a pocket. I'll call you on my phone here, and the signal goes to your phone, the control unit, and then signals are sent to the vibrators, setting them off. So I can adjust what they're doing from anywhere, just by hitting a button my phone! Isn't that awesome?"

Glory chuckled. "You really are too much." She could already feel the dampness between her legs starting. It used to take her a lot of foreplay before she'd get wet, but it seemed that wasn't a problem for her with Alan.

"So what do you think?"

She joked, "Too bad I'm not your science teacher, or I might have to give you an A for clever use of technology."

She paused, and thought to herself, I'm not REALLY going to go through with this. Am I? Maybe I'll just test it out a bit, and see if it really works. I do have self-control! Nothing's more important than my teaching responsibilities, and Alan is under some kind of impression that I'd wear this during my classes. No way! ... Well... Maybe just a quick test of this gizmo.

Ever so slowly, she pulled up her skirt until the bottom of her panties could be seen by Alan standing in front of her. She gave him a smoldering look that told him she was going to go through with it, even if she still didn't realize it herself.

But just then there was a knock on the door. Alan used that to his advantage to ensure her compliance. "Quick! Put it in! We don't have time. I promise I won't bother you during your teaching. I'll keep it on the lowest setting then. Hurry!"

Glory pushed her panties aside. "I can't believe I'm doing this, but I'll admit I'm curious to see if it really works like you say it does. Just the one vibrator, though. I'm not putting anything up my ass." She took the pink vibrator from Alan and pushed it up her pussy herself. She wasn't averse to having a finger up her butt, but that was as far as she went. She hated anal sex, and had never used an anal vibrator before.

But he said, "The whole thing won't work without both vibrators. That's where the main receiver is, while the other part holds the battery. Please! Quick!" He was making the "main receiver" idea up, but he was ready to say anything to get her to agree, especially knowing that a growing crowd must be forming at the door.

She put the egg-shaped anal vibrator into his hands, pulled her panties down her thighs, and quickly bent over her desk. She pulled her butt cheeks apart for him as he knelt behind her. "Okay, but you'd better not set this one off - ever! God. Look how demeaning and embarrassing this is. Why are we doing this today, again?" Her butt trembled with nervous anticipation. She was acutely aware that there had to be at least a couple of her students already waiting outside her door to come in.

"Today's the only chance to use it. It's now or never!" That wasn't true and wasn't really a coherent excuse, but he couldn't think up anything better. Luckily, the initial sensation of a pair of vibrators going into both her holes kept her too distracted to pay much attention to his bad lie.

Glory couldn't believe the sensation of fullness in her posterior as Alan pressed the egg vibrator into her clenching asshole. Even though it was much smaller than the banana-shaped vaginal vibrator, it felt huge to her nearly virgin ass. At long last she felt her anus swallow the egg completely.

Then Alan pushed his finger inside her behind to press the egg a few inches deeper into her. He pulled her panties up tightly into her crotch, stood her up, and smoothed her skirt back down. Satisfied there was no evidence of what they'd been doing (aside from her shocked and flushed facial expressions and heavier breathing), he went to the door and opened it up before she could change her mind.

Only about five or six students wandered in, as there was still about five minutes to go before class started and most students liked to linger and talk in the hallway until the last minute.

Alan stayed and talked to Glory for a couple more minutes in front of the other students. They pretended to be talking about the grading of papers and other mundane topics, as if Alan really was her teaching assistant. More students filed in, paying no particular attention to either of them.

Meanwhile, Glory began to wonder just what she'd gotten herself into. Alan had overwhelmed her with his enthusiasm, and she hadn't fully realized what she was agreeing to. It began to finally hit her that Alan intended for her to wear the two vibrators for hours and hours. She additionally became acutely aware of the buzzing sound her vaginal vibrator was making (the anal vibrator was kept off). The sound was nearly imperceptible, but that was at the lowest setting. If it got louder, it might be detectable above the din of the usual classroom background noise, or the scraping of the tree branches against the windows. She wanted to complain and take them out, but it was too late. Class was about to start.

Alan made to leave with only a minute or two to spare to reach his own class. But right as he disengaged from talking to Glory by her desk, he reached into his shorts pocket and dialed in an increase in the vaginal Televibe's setting. He almost couldn't help himself from laughing with glee as he saw Glory's mouth curiously pucker up while her eyes got big as if someone had goosed her posterior.

As he fled down the hallway, he dialed in a decrease back to the lowest setting. He wanted to keep his pledge not to disturb her teaching, but he figured he'd have plenty of fun with his new toy during the class breaks.

CHAPTER 8

"Looks like someone had a fun morning. I'm jealous." Suzanne winked at Xania as the two of them sat in the Plummer house dining room with Susan, eating breakfast and drinking coffee. Susan had just returned from dropping Alan and Katherine at school.

"Yeah, well," Xania replied modestly, "probably not as much fun as Brenda had last night, judging by her screams. Not to mention how much fun Alan has ALL the time. He's the Energizer Bunny come to life. It's like it's Alan's world, and we just live in it." She was fully dressed again.

Suzanne nodded in agreement and said, "I sure do know how to pick them, don't I?" But then with a start she realized she'd slipped up - one could take that to mean that she'd initiated Alan's six times a day treatment instead of merely reacting to it. Luckily, no one seemed to notice.

Xania looked over at Suzanne, who appeared to be dressed in a suit as if she was about to attend a formal business meeting, except that her jacket and blouse was opened at the front so her large boobs could spill out. Xania couldn't help but ask, "Suzanne, by the way, is your outfit some sort of wry social commentary?"

Suzanne paused in drinking her coffee and looked down at herself. "Oh. That. I suppose one could take it that way. No, I just told my husband I was off to do some business related things, and I wanted to have a cup of coffee before I changed into my more casual and comfortable Plummer house clothing."

"And so you're topless... because...?"

"Xania, once you start going without clothes, you'll find that it's torture to not at least have something sexy hanging out. But if it bothers you so much, I'll go change. I can still hear and see you from there, just as you can see me." She got up and walked to the underwear cabinet in the front entrance way.

Susan and Xania watched Suzanne undress and then redress while they sipped at their coffees.

Then, after some more kitchen small talk, Susan asked, "So, Xania, how long can you stay with us before you have to head back north?"

"Oh, I should probably get going about midday. I do have things to do." She didn't want to mention it, but she had a dental assistant class to attend. As she was coming up to forty years old, she figured that in a couple of years she wouldn't be able to get any more acting jobs and she'd need to transition to another career.

"Oh good. That gives us some time, then. You can join us for our morning routine. We start every day with exercises to keep in shape and I'm sure you must as well, given the way you're so healthy and well toned. We've got a decent collection of exercise machines in the basement. Suzanne put hers in with mine. It'll be fun to have a visitor join us." Susan was all smiles until a look of embarrassment crossed her face. "But I, uh, I should warn you that lately, our exercises have become a bit, well, unusual..."

Suzanne laughed as she walked back into the kitchen dressed in just a loose shirt and shorts. "Xania, she means that, increasingly, our exercising sessions are less focused on the exercising of our legs and arms and more the exercising of our tongues and pussies. But not today, I imagine. We're all pretty wiped out after last night. And Susan, don't worry too much about Xania. Look at everything she's done with us and Alan since arriving yesterday. It's not like she's going to mind a little more sexy fun."

Susan sighed. "You're right that we're tired out." But then with thinly disguised eagerness, she continued, "But would it be okay if we exercise in the nude?"

Xania laughed too. "Susan, don't you remember our appointment where you sat in my office topless? Of course it's fine. In fact, I hope you're not too tired because I might have trouble keeping my hands off you. Both of you."

Susan queried, "So that means we were successful in breaking you in?"

"Yes, though putting it that way makes it sound like a bad thing, like I've been broken against my will by cruel masters. I prefer to think of it as an opening up. In this house, sex comes freely and naturally and one just lets go and opens up. It's intoxicating."

"Let's go downstairs then," Susan enthused. "I can hardly wait to get all these stuffy clothes off." Susan wore nothing more than her usual morning apron plus a T-shirt underneath it (for Xania's sake), but to her that was horribly overdressed.

Suzanne pouted, "Already? I just finished changing once. Oh well. I guess I'll have to go do it again." She stood up and started undressing. She took an incredibly long time to pull her panties down. "Look at this! Underwear. It's ridiculous. Serious chafing problem, here. Susan, I think I'm starting to love nudity as much as you do."

Xania watched Suzanne undressing with all the allure of a professional stripteaser, and exclaimed to her, "God DAMN, you're a sexy woman! You haven't changed a bit since when we were roommates. You don't even look older! You still have a way of maximizing the sexiness of every move you make. Susan, do you realize how lucky you are to have Suzanne as your next door neighbor?"

Susan gave a big contented smile and said emphatically, "Yes." Then she asked, "Suzanne, why'd you keep your panties on, anyway?"

Suzanne grinned. "What can I say? I'm a showboater. I just like having you watch me take my clothes off, and the more to take off, the better. Besides, I knew I wouldn't have had them on more than a couple of minutes. If I had to wear them any longer I wouldn't have wanted to bear it."

All three women walked down the stairs to the basement in the buff. They only wore small, inconsequential things, such as sweatbands, socks, and sneakers. As soon as they got downstairs, Xania said, "Susan, I have a bit of a confession to make. I wasn't as reluctant last night as I made out to be. I was just having fun. The fact is, I've actually had quite a lot of sexual experience."

That took Susan by surprise. She looked at her best friend and asked, "Did you know about this?"

Suzanne thought, Well, given the fact that she and I used to lick each other out back when we were college roommates, it's not exactly a huge surprise. But she kept the thought to herself and answered, "Xania and I have been out of contact for some time, but I've pretty much gathered that, yes."

Xania mostly lied, "You see, Susan, I'm not exactly a normal psychologist. I love sex, so my specialty is sexual relations. I do a lot of counseling of couples, helping with their love lives. That's why I'm so fascinated by your family and friends. I'd like to do a sort of informal case study of your family's situation. Not a formal, written study, mind you, just something for my own edification."

She continued more honestly, "Your family seems to be on the cutting edge in so many things. For instance the sheer number and duration of Alan's erections, not to mention things like this stealth stroking concept or your greeting rituals. It's all so fascinating. All one has to do is walk into the house, and one is overwhelmed by the smell of sex. It's an intriguing mix of Alan's unusually sweet cum - something else I'd like to learn more about, by the way - and the potent smell of women in heat. Even down here in the basement, the air just screams, 'Let's fuck like rabbits!'"

Susan laughed. "We do our best. Of course, Xania, you're always welcome here, as long as you remember the house rules: hot big-titted women like yourself have to spread your legs for Alan whenever he wants it. But now that you're broken in, and doubtlessly been thoroughly fucked by him like you deserved, I don't think that will be a problem."

"No, I don't think it will," Xania agreed, grinning. "That's the best thing about these case studies, the firsthand participation." She was surprised that Susan's unusual conditions didn't bother her in the slightest. Normally, she would have been outraged at the audacity and hubris, but her overriding thought right now was how good it would feel to have sex with Alan again.

Susan asked, "So have you done other studies like this? Do you know of other families like ours?"

"No. You're unique. But I am conducting another sexual case study right now, in a more formal manner. Since I'm in L.A., I thought I'd look at the porn industry. But what's funny is that I approached them pretending to be an actress, and people liked my looks and soon I was getting all kinds of jobs. You can actually find movies with me in them! Not great movies, mind you, but I have some minor roles in some actual mainstream R-rated films."

"Wow. Amazing!" Susan was impressed.

Xania wanted to be more open and honest about whom she really was, but couldn't tell the complete truth because she also enjoyed her psychologist/sex therapist role she'd developed with the Plummer family.

She was more direct and honest (but still not completely honest) with Alan for a variety of reasons. The main reason was that Susan had a lot of emotional investment in Xania's psychologist role, while Alan didn't. Xania's professional seal of approval on Susan's incestuous and lesbian activity was very psychologically important to her, so Xania tried to maintain more dignity with the whole "case study" concept. She was glad to weave her acting career into her cover story, though.

That resolved, the conversation drifted to what Xania had been doing with herself the last few years. She could answer fairly honestly, now that Susan at least knew of her acting work. They also finally got around to actually exercising.

CHAPTER 9

All of them were tired, especially Xania, since she'd woken up before the others and had an exhausting morning of sex. So they took their time exercising, and in between sets on machines or switching machines they often talked.

Xania talked some more about her personal life, going into honest detail about her general lack of success with romantic relationships. In the process she made clear just how much she loved to fuck and how often she did it. This, plus all the naked bodies pumping on the exercise machines, slowly increased the arousal level of all three women.

At one point Xania made the comment, "You know, given my little time around the porn industry, I can't help but notice just how much money we'd make if there was a crew here to film us exercising in the nude like this. I imagine they'd call it something like 'Lesbian Workout Inferno' and make a million bucks. I'm definitely not suggesting it - no way. I'm just pointing out that there are countless men who would gladly give their right testicle just to watch what you do every day to stay in shape."

"What is it with guys and boobs?" Suzanne asked, a bit tongue in cheek. She stopped her exercising and walked over to where Susan was exercising, then stopped her too. She pressed her tits into Susan's and the two of them began mashing their boobs together, rubbing them around in circles while they clutched each other's asses. "Guys have a totally unhealthy fascination with tits. Why, there might even be men who find what we're doing arousing." She was even more tongue in cheek now.

Susan giggled as she enjoyed the contact.

Xania had a particular thing for Susan's breasts, since she'd already gotten to know Suzanne's quite well in college. She stopped exercising too, and pulled Suzanne away from Susan. "Forget men! Damn, that's hot. Can I play with Susan's nips for a bit?" She pushed and pulled on both of Susan's nipples aggressively.

Susan yelped a bit, and said, "Be careful, Xania. I have to warn you that my tits are tremendously sensitive. When people touch me there, especially when they touch my nipples..."

Xania pulled on one of her nipples again in response, and hefted that tit up with both of her hands to bring it to her mouth.

"Oh! Like that. Especially there ... The underside is quite nice too, but really the whole of my breasts... It's all such an erogenous zone that I don't know if you should start."

Xania started licking the nipple she was focusing on.

Susan squealed, "Oh no! You see? Sucking's the worst. Or the best! I don't know. It gets so intense for me, and my craving for Alan's cock gets so great, but I have nothing to put in my mouth and suck on when he's at school. It's so aggravating!"

Suzanne didn't want to be left out, so she grasped Susan's other breast while Xania continued aggressively fondling and licking the one she'd been holding up. Suzanne pointed out to Xania, "Susan keeps telling all of us that her tits will just up and take control of her brain if they get too aroused. So you've been warned. Are you really ready to face Susan's tits on the rampage?"

Xania bent down and again licked Susan's left nipple.

Suzanne saw what she was doing and did the same to Susan's right.

Xania paused long enough to ask, "So what do we have to do to get her tits to come out and play?"

Susan bent her head back in ecstasy. "Just keep doing that, you two! Oh GOD! Don't! ... It's too intense! ... No, do it! Do it! Fucking do it! ... But wait! I can't handle it! Stop!"

Xania and Suzanne licked a bit longer until they knew Susan's engine was really running. They continued regardless of what Susan said.

Then Xania unexpectedly pulled away and moved back to one of the exercise machines. She had her own exercise schedule and wanted to finish this particular workout. She asked, "So Susan, if your tits have taken over and we're speaking directly to them now, what's your greatest wish? More titfucks?"

"Yes, but more than that, I want to be milked! Not just what Suzanne is doing now" - Suzanne happened to be squeezing the entire tit she'd been working on as if she was trying to empty it. "Not just play milking, but real, honest to God milking! Like what Alan talked about last night. I want both my son and daughter to drink from my tits every day and squeeze my life-giving mommy's milk out of me, constantly! I want to gush my milk all over my Tiger in the same way that he covers me in cum!"

Suzanne pulled away from Susan and went back to her exercise machine because she too wanted to finish exercising before getting seriously into sexual play.

But Susan was so excited now that she grabbed both of her tits and began squeezing them tightly as if trying to shoot milk out of her nipples.

Susan seemed more than a bit preoccupied with her own body, so Suzanne said to Xania, "Susan adopted Alan and Katherine, but she adopted them not long after they were born; about one year after Alan's birth and less than that with Katherine. She could have breast fed them, but with the way she was brought up, no one thought of having her induce lactation, way back in those days. Maybe her desire to breast feed grew out of her frustration in not being able to do it then."

Xania was back exercising, and Suzanne was too, but Susan remained intent on her weighty mammaries, acting like she was going to squeeze and play with them all day.

Xania pointed out, "Alan seemed a bit noncommittal on the lactation issue last night. But Susan, or Susan's tits if I'm speaking directly to you," she chuckled while saying that, moving her eyes down to Susan's chest, "it's obviously a very big deal for you. Or, should I say both of you? Or all three of you?" She grinned. "I have a suggestion. I think we should induce lactation immediately, and surprise Alan with it. He probably doesn't know what to say because he doesn't really know what it all means or what it would be like. How easy it is to start or stop, how many times a day do you need to be drained, and so on. So he needs some hands-on experience to figure it all out."

Susan gasped with pleasure. Then she moaned, "Hands-on experience? Alan? Oh YES! Tiger, milk your mommy! Many times a day! So many times a day! Put your mouth on your sex cow's udders and keep it there!"

Suzanne smiled while rolling her eyes a bit. "Calm down, Susan. I think we're verging on a serious discussion here. Can you stop squeezing your tits like that? I'm finding it hard to think, the way you're carrying on. I for one don't think you need this lactation thing. It's a nice fantasy but a pain in the ass in real life. Just keep it a fantasy."

Susan reluctantly let go of her throbbing breasts because she really wanted to pay attention and get some good advice on this issue. "How would you know?" She was referring to the fact that Suzanne hadn't breast fed her children, even though Amy and Brad were her own biological offspring. At the time Suzanne thought it would ruin her figure and didn't know about the many health benefits for her children.

Suzanne seemed a bit bothered by that, and opened her mouth to say something in return, but before she could, she was stopped by the sound of Xania laughing uproariously. Annoyed and a bit miffed, Suzanne asked suspiciously, "What's so funny?"

Xania replied between giggles, "Suzanne, I know you, and I can see right through you. You just don't want Susan to really lactate because you know it'll make her boobs grow bigger. Right now you two are exactly tied in size, and we all know Alan loves big boobs. Plus, it'll be something Alan and his mother will have with each other, and you'll be left out."

Suzanne was chagrined because Xania had pegged her perfectly. She wasn't used to such perceptiveness, as the trusting Susan usually took whatever she said and did at face value. She thought, Damn. There's a double edged sword to having such a good sexual adviser around. Grrr.

Xania's comment was so perceptive that Susan couldn't help but see the truth in it. She said, "Suzanne! Jealousy! Tsk-tsk. It doesn't become you. Don't worry. Alan loves you very much. You really are like a second mother to him, that's why he calls you Aunt Suzy."

Suzanne rued, "He doesn't call me that much anymore."

"That's just because he doesn't think it's appropriate to call you that when something sexual is going on, and there's always something sexual going on between you two these days. So that's actually a good sign. ... But I don't know about surprising him. I mean, Alan is the man of the house now. I have dreams of him literally replacing my husband in my bed, and in all other things. Should we be making big decisions without consulting him?"

Xania pointed out, "It would just be a testing period so he can make an informed decision. Obviously you're so into the idea that you need to get at least a bit of it out of your system. Imagine how exciting it'll be to shoot a stream of warm milk directly into his mouth. How could he be anything but delighted? Imagine him getting his 'afternoon feeding' right before he takes a nap with a tummy full of mother's milk."

Susan talked more to herself than her friends as she fantasized while grasping both tits. "Mmm. Mommy is going to make her baby feel good. But my baby's not such a baby anymore. Baby has a big hard cock and he wants to stick it in mommy's special hole! Oh, yes! His cock fills my cunt while his lips suckle on my udders!"

She stopped, brought her ragged breath under control, and asked with a worried frown, "But can I do that? Can I just test milking out a bit? I've heard it's a pretty time intensive thing. You can't just turn it on and off, can you?"

Xania pointed out, "Turning on is relatively easy. We just need to give your nipples prolonged stimulation. It can take a week to a month or more to get started..."

"A month?!" Susan shrieked.

"Hold on," Xania said. "With the way you and everyone else here are always fondling and sucking your twin glories, I imagine you're pretty close to the tipping point already. And yes, it's a pretty tough regimen. But if you don't actually have a baby who needs the milk to survive, you don't need to have such an intense schedule. You can have fewer milkings a day if you want, or more, if that's what you want. And yes, it's a bit tough on the body to stop, so you don't want to flip it on and off like a light switch. But you could, say, go half the year milking and half without, or whatever Alan wants. You should try it for a month and see how everyone likes it."

Susan fondled herself and hummed, "Mmmm. Daily milkings. HOURLY milkings! Mmmm! Tiger on my right breast, Angel on my left!"

Xania assumed Susan was still paying sufficient attention and went on, "However, I should warn you that it's rare for women with induced lactation to ever get as much milk production as a naturally lactating woman. As it is, we should supplement your stimulation regimen with some pills, if only to increase the quantity of milk you'll produce. I'm guessing you'd want to be a heavy milk producer. I think the pill is called Motilium. Do you know any medical professionals who might be able to get you something like that?"

Suzanne said with some satisfaction, "In fact we do. Don't worry about that." Akami naturally came to her mind.

Susan meanwhile seemed lost in her milky fantasy. The other two just watched her grope at her double-deckers for a bit. But then, remembering her two waiting friends, she focused somewhat and asked, "How do you know so much about this, Xania?"

"I'm a sex therapist, remember? It's true I've never lactated myself, but you're not the first woman to come to me and ask about the use of lactation for sexual play. I have to know about these things."

That was another lie. Xania did have some knowledge, though it wasn't because of previous patients since she'd never had any patients. However, she did have some wild friends who'd used lactation during sex, so she knew about it through them. She'd even sucked on milky nipples during an orgy or two. She quite liked it and already could hardly wait to be back in the Plummer house when Susan was full of milk.

Xania further explained, this time honestly, "The idea isn't really that unusual. Many husbands partake of their wives' milk straight from the source when having sex after the wife has had a baby. It can be an extremely sexual, sensual, and emotional experience which bonds them closer together both as lovers and as life partners. There are even women who can spontaneously squirt milk at the height of intense orgasms, even though they're not actively lactating. Now that I think about it, Alan asked me about that very thing this morning regarding Brenda. He said that he found milk on his chest after he finished fucking her and wanted to know what it meant."

Susan sat up and looked at Xania with alarm. "Brenda? Brenda?! You mean Alan is going to get his milky goodness from Brenda and not me? I won't have it! May her overly busty tits make her fall flat on her face! That's it. I'm going to lactate for sure. For real, and not just talk or games! Let's get started right away!" She practically ran at Xania and shoved a tit in her face, as if she could start lactating after a few minutes of sucking.

Xania gently held Susan back while grinning at her enthusiasm.

Suzanne laughed. "I'll admit that I was jealous before, but who's jealous now? Jealousy doesn't become you either, Susan."

"This is different," Susan complained, obviously deeply upset at the Brenda revelation. "Alan already loves you and I deeply. To argue over how much is like arguing over the number of stars in the sky. But Brenda, she's a newcomer, and a threat! I don't have to remind you that she has the biggest tits of us all, an all around incredible and squeezably soft body, a cute face, and a properly subservient attitude. What if he takes a greater fancy to her than either of us? Suzanne, we have to band together! The way she's so leaky, she liable to start lactating at the drop of a hat! We have to keep it in the family!"

Suzanne could see the logic of that. Besides, she realized that now Susan had the lactation idea in her head, there would be no way to talk her out of it. Furthermore, although it would have some effects she didn't like, such as making Susan's breasts bigger than hers, playing with lactating breasts could bring her, and everyone else, a lot of pleasure, too. She got off her exercise machine as she hadn't been using it for a while anyway, and moved over to stand beside her best friend.

She put both hands on Susan's breasts, and said, "If you're gonna do it, you can count on me to help, especially with the stimulation you'll need to get started. No time like the present, I always say." She bent down and put her mouth to one of Susan's nipples.

"Dear Lord!" Susan cried. "I'm going to squirt my milk all over! All over Alan, AND Katherine! Yes! Both of my babies will suck my sensitive tits for HOURS AND HOURS! God, it's making me cum already! Just the thought of both of them each taking a tit! I can't handle it!"

Xania moved over to Susan and said mischievously, "You mean like this?"

Again, Xania sucked on one nipple while Suzanne sucked on the other. The sensations, and the idea, were both too much for Susan and she began a very big climax.

Suzanne acted quickly and thrust her fingers into Susan's pussy as her climax began.

Xania also did her best to help arouse and found Susan's engorged clit.

The stimulation was literally too much for Susan to take, and she passed out for a while.

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