Spacer X Stories: Part 40

SIX TIMES A DAY
Part 40: Glory Days

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CHAPTER 1 (Thursday, Nov. 21)

Glory was very irritated at herself, and irritated at Alan. She sat at her desk towards the end of her first period class and had a chance to think as the class was winding down. I don't know which is more aggravating: the fact that Alan is making me wear this stupid Televibe thing, or the fact that I agreed to wear it! What was I thinking? That young man has some serious hold over me. It's almost disturbing. He even got me to stick something up my butt! I'm sorry, but I do not put ANYTHING up my butt. Well, until now.

She wiggled her ass in her chair and felt the dildo in her butt. She was annoyed at how distracting it felt. Crap. Every time I walk a step I can feel those two toys shift and grind against each other inside of me! I'm just going to have to find him during the break and tell him that these things are coming out!

She shifted her ass cheeks back and forth several times. I'll admit that the technology is clever, and I certainly wouldn't be averse to trying this out some other time, but not while I'm teaching! It is MOST distracting, even at the lowest setting. I mean, I taught my class okay, but this stupid Televibe thing was always on my mind. Not to mention, it made me constantly think about Alan. Those thoughts are the real reason my panties are getting wet. How am I supposed to teach with all these fantasies going through my head? Two minutes ago I was explaining the causes of World War I while imagining Alan pumping away at my pussy with us both naked in the middle of a busy beach! It's a sheer miracle my mouth could keep moving and say something vaguely coherent. No, these things are coming out. Period!

She shifted her ass cheeks back and more some more. Dammit! Why do I keep doing that?! I can't afford to get all squishy and juicy now!

Glory dismissed her class a minute later, and then got up to find Alan. She felt obliged to tell him she was taking the Televibe out since she'd promised him otherwise. Just walking to the door was incredibly arousing, as Alan's toys rolled around and against each other inside of her.

But as soon as she made it out the door of her class, she felt the pussy vibrator suddenly increase in intensity. Both vibrators had ten settings which varied not only by intensity, but also by the type and pattern of pulses.

Alan had switched her vaginal vibrator from "heart beat," which was nothing but very brief and soft twitches, to "throb," which was a rapid and strong pulse. He only had a few minutes for Xania to teach him how to use the device before school, so he didn't really know what all the settings were. He assumed that the zero setting was the lowest and nine was the highest, but that wasn't so. For instance, four was one of the strongest settings.

Glory wobbled in her walk, and nearly fell over with surprise as her knees came close to buckling out from under her. Holy shit! She paused in the hallway and struggled to remain standing. She looked around to see if anyone had been watching her. It seemed that her near stumble hadn't been noticed by anyone. The vibrator continued its "throb."

Glory was hit by a stunning realization. I'm completely helpless. Helpless! Alan could turn the vibrator up to a very high level, making it impossible for me to do anything, and unless I'm in a bathroom stall, there's no way I can take these out or otherwise stop them in any way. I don't think this thing even HAS an on/off switch. I didn't see one, at least. I'm completely at his mercy! Unfortunately, I've got to admit that turns me on. I mean, it's not like I'm a submissive, not really, but one couldn't be human and not get aroused in this situation!

Dammit! She stumbled and nearly fell as she continued to walk down the hallway.

Stupid high heels. As if I don't have enough problems. Grrr.

But the danger is that he might not even know when I've got a problem! For instance, I could be in the middle of class when there's a sudden silence, and everyone could hear this thing buzzing away, and I wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop it! To think I was annoyed at those branches scraping against the window lately; now they're my salvation. But even worse, this thing doesn't even fit completely inside my hole, thanks to that slightly widened circular base on the bottom end allowing it to rest up against the outside of my labia. Luckily, that ridge isn't very thick, so it's not noticeable if I'm wearing panties, but otherwise it could be bad. Really bad. What would happen if it suddenly fell out of me altogether and clattered to the floor right in the middle of one of my lectures?

Holy shit, again! That's a scary thought! I have to find Alan immediately, or a bathroom if I can make it all the way to the end of the hall. I'm taking both of these out! Where is he? She wandered further down the hall, even as the intense "throb" setting made it difficult to walk.

Then the vibrator's setting changed again. Alan had hit the seven button, which was "Ramp Down Waves," a gradual decrease down to nearly nothing, and then a sudden increase to full, repeating over and over. This made it even more difficult for her walk, especially as the throbbing of the vaginal vibrator caused sympathetic reverberations with the inactive vibrator just a thin membrane away in her butt. She would be fine, briefly, and then hit hard.

She placed a hand against the wall and stood in one position until she could recover, except that she couldn't recover. The vibrator was relentless. She waited for the setting to changed, but it didn't. She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief because she didn't see anyone staring at her. Realizing the situation wasn't likely to get any better, she attempted to continue down the hall on her unsteady legs.

The bathroom was getting in sight, but then Alan changed the setting again. He'd pressed six, called "Rhythmic Pulse."

She quite liked that one. She could walk a little better with it because it wasn't jerky like the others. But just as it changed, she saw Alan farther down the hall. He was looking directly at her, and she realized that he'd been watching her from a distance for some time. She walked forwards to him, supremely aware of the plastic toys filling both her holes and in particular the insistent throbbing of the vaginal vibrator, but he walked away at the same pace.

She thought, You bastard! I'll get you for this! Shit! He's toying with me, stringing me along like a human yo-yo. Bastard! Why am I thinking about getting fucked doggy-style? That's not right! What am I going to do? The bathroom! I need to get to the bathroom!

So she headed to the bathroom to take the vibrators out, even as she was enjoying them more and more. Her panties were truly soaked now, and she was aroused no matter what the setting was. That was the problem. She was so aroused now that she could hardly think.

Alan could see that she was heading to the ladies' room, so he closed the distance to her to cut her off. He walked right up to her and said, "How are you doing, Ms. Rhymer? Did you stub your toe or something?" He was aware that they could be seen and observed by other students standing just a few feet away, so his joke was as subtle and veiled as he could make it.

She was having a hard time keeping up a front, because she wanted to cry out something like, "You fucking bastard! Stop this insanity this minute and take these fucking things out of me!" But she couldn't say or do anything unusual with other students around. Merely talking to Alan outside of class like this could be eyebrow raising in and of itself.

She quickly looked around, and seeing that no one was looking right at her face, gave Alan the evil eye and a quick glare. There were a million things she wanted to say, but she was so flummoxed and uncertain if she was being overheard that she didn't say anything. What annoyed her most of all was that she couldn't get the image of him fucking her doggy-style out of her head.

Alan said to her rather quietly, "I remembered that math sequence for you, teacher. Zero, four, seven, six. Then I think the next number is a two." Right as he said "two," he switched the pussy vibrator to the two setting, which was "Medium Gear," an insistent, constant vibration of middling strength. He hadn't even touched the anal vibrator controls yet, and didn't plan to, as he'd promised not to.

Glory grimaced and tensed up a little. This setting was more intense than the pleasant rhythm of six. She said quietly but forcefully, "No, I think it ends with six. Six, not two."

So Alan dialed a six instead. A big smile returned to Glory's face as she relaxed into her "Rhythmic Pulse" again. However, thanks to his misunderstanding of the settings he thought that meant that she wanted something stronger and therefore closer to the top nine setting, and not something down near the low zero. He was amazed at what he could do just by hitting a button on his phone. He said, "I think you're right. Six. Although, are you sure it wasn't an eight?" He switched the controls to an eight as he said that - "Techno" - causing an intense series of throbs and pulses to rumble like thunder through her.

Glory's eyes went wide as her knees threatened to buckle out from under her again. "No! No! Definitely six! Not eight. Eight's bad!"

So Alan returned the vibrator to the six setting. He looked around and noticed that most of the other students were filing into their classes as the break was coming to an end. No one was paying any attention to their conversation. He said, "A most fascinating discussion, Ms. Rhymer. We'll have to do this again sometime." Then he started to walk off.

Glory was at a loss for words, as the break time between classes was now almost over and she hadn't made it to the bathroom or been able to speak to him about anything. NoooOOOOoooo! He needs to fuck me right now! Enough with this stupid dildo crap! Bend me over and fuckin' bone me, you bastard! Where are you going?!

She looked at the bathroom, which seemed so close, yet so impossibly far away, and then at Alan walking away. She grimaced. "Alan! Wait!"

He paused and fiddled with his hand in his pocket, feeling for the right button to press. "Oh. Right. All number sequences end in zero. Sorry." He returned the vibrator to its lowest setting, and continued on to his class.

Glory felt greatly relieved. After all the other settings, the zero setting seemed like heaven. She looked around to make sure no one was looking. Then she patted the middle of her ass to see if there was a wet spot there. It felt dry, so she ran her hands over her upper thighs to make sure there weren't any rivulets dripping down to her knees. Phew! I'm okay for now. But I feel like my pussy is gushing like Niagara Falls. I hope I can make it through the day.

She walked back to her classroom with a spring in her step, amazed at how good it felt to merely have a light buzz. Even the inactive anal vibrator felt good as it shifted around inside her with every swing of her hips. She thought, That didn't go as I expected, but I'll have to admit he makes me so fucking horny! I didn't make it to the bathroom, which is unfortunate, but it's too late to go back now with the bell about to ring. Maybe I'll just keep this in for another hour and see what happens. I hope he caught that I liked the six setting. That's a good one!

CHAPTER 2

Amy felt bad about the possibility that her boasting about Alan had led to his current black eye and bruises. She'd resolved to make up for it somehow, but she didn't know how. Since gossip had caused the problem, she made it a point to keep her ears to the ground and listen for further gossip. She unobtrusively hung out near Heather's friends, because she figured if there was a problem it was probably connected to Heather. Because Amy was perceived as harmless, no one paid her presence any mind.

She'd been doing this for a few days (in fact she'd started paying some attention before Alan got punched) and finally struck pay dirt during the break between the first and second periods.

Simone and another friend of Heather's named Melissa were at their lockers in a crowded hallway, standing around and talking since they had some time to kill during the break between classes. A whole clique associated with Heather had their lockers together, so it was a good place for Amy to lurk.

Amy had been trying to keep tabs on several different conversations when she heard Melissa say, "I can't believe Heather wants us to tell people that! I wonder what her beef is."

Amy wandered over and acted as if she had been a party to the conversation all along. She said in her nearly constantly happy voice, "Ohmigod! Heather's having you tell people stuff, too? Is it the same thing she told me?"

Simone and Melissa were a bit surprised, but not too surprised, by Amy's interruption. They knew her a bit from a couple of shared classes.

Simone asked, "I don't know. What did she say to you?"

Amy was winging it, hoping that if she played along and guessed correctly, she'd figure out what trickery Heather was up to now. She made an educated guess. "I guess she's trying to ruin her reputation. She wants me to say really nasty stuff about her."

Melissa prodded, as if annoyed by talking to a child, "Who, Amy? You have to say who. Are you talking about Ms. Rhymer?"

Amy wasn't as dumb as they thought, and played along. "Yeah. Ms. Rhymer. I guess Heather must be trying to bring her down. What did she have you say about her?"

Simone laughed. "You can say that again. I'd hate to be on Heather's enemies list. Going after a teacher, that takes some daring. She told me to say that Ms. Rhymer's gotten pregnant by a student. Can you believe it? She's going to have to quit before she starts showing or get an abortion."

"Wow," Amy replied. "I'm supposed to tell people that, uh, her boyfriend beats her up and stuff." She just said the first nasty rumor she could think up.

Melissa tsked, "Amy, if you're spreading rumors, you have to do better than 'and stuff.' What's the rest?"

"Um, that he, like, passes her around to his friends and makes her sleep with all kinds of bad people. If she refuses, he hits her."

"Ooh. Nasty!" said Simone. "She told you that one? I hadn't heard the part about why he hits her."

Amy was amazed that the rumor she thought she'd made up was already in circulation, more or less. But she kept her simple, smiling face on and didn't give away any of her feelings. Eager to pump more information out of them, she asked, "So are you supposed to say which student made her pregnant?"

That caused a bit of consternation between Simone and Melissa. They whispered to each other with worried looks on their faces.

Amy could figure out what was going on. She was fairly certain that the rumor had Alan making Glory pregnant, and the two girls didn't want to say that part to Amy since they knew she was Alan's girlfriend.

So she said, "Are you two prudes? God! Like, no way. I totally wouldn't have figured you two to be prudes. Me, I don't hold back with anything. Like with my boyfriend Alan. The way I figure, the more girls he sleeps with, the better. It makes me so happy whenever I hear he's made another conquest. It just shows that he's such a stud and a real man!"

Simone looked at Amy uncertainly. She didn't want to be considered a prude. "Yeah. I'd heard that about you. That's a bit... unusual. Well, maybe you'll be happy to know then that the rumor says he's the one who made Ms. Rhymer pregnant."

Amy clapped her hands with glee. "Oooh! He is? Cool! See what I mean? Isn't he such a stud? Simone, don't you think he's just the bestest fuck in the whole world?"

Simone felt uncomfortable answering that, and stayed quiet. She thought, I can't believe what a total airhead Amy is. She asked, "You're HAPPY that he made her pregnant?!"

"Totally! 'Cos then everyone will see what a complete stud he is, and then he'll be able to bang even more hotties like you." Amy didn't really like the idea of him making Glory pregnant, but liked the others to think of her as a ditz.

Simone knew that the rumors she was helping spread would hurt Alan as well as Glory. She did feel a certain loyalty and affection for him, but it wasn't nearly as great as her loyalty to Heather, who had been her friend and lover for several years. The reminder that she'd had sex with Alan too, however, put her in a bad mood. The fact that Amy obviously knew she'd been fucked by Alan and didn't mind in the slightest puzzled her though. Does she really not care and even like that fact?! I don't get it!

Melissa meanwhile rolled her eyes. "Amy, it's just a rumor, remember? Knowing Heather, it's probably not even true. I didn't know she's got you working the grapevine too, but go around and tell it to everyone you know. Okay?"

"M'kay! Shucks. That would've been so cool if he'd knocked up his teach. Bummer." She pouted prettily then gave a friendly wave and walked off.

Yet Amy didn't walk off as quickly as expected and she kept her ears peeled. So she heard Melissa say to Simone, "God. What an idiot and total weirdo. What does Alan see in her, aside from her tits and ass?"

Simone snidely replied, "Well, you have to admit she does have a lot of tits and ass to like. Why do you have to go beyond those two things? I know Alan and that's all he cares about." She wanted to think he was a bad person so she wouldn't mind spreading rumors against him. "Plus, what guy wouldn't kill to have a girlfriend who actually loves it when he sleeps around? But Amy's such a child. I kinda like her, to be honest. I don't like to spread rumors against her, too. Heather's really flooding the grapevine today, though. I wonder why."

The others had forgotten Amy, so she was able to stand nearby and keep listening. But the conversation drifted off into other idle speculation and she never did hear what rumors were being said about her. She left seething (a feeling almost completely unfamiliar to her), but outwardly she kept her cool. She wanted to rush off and find Alan immediately to tell him what she'd learned, but there was no time left before she had to get to class.

When Amy found Alan in the hallway during the next break between classes, she slowed down and grew cautious as she got nearer to him, because he was in the hallway talking to Glory. Amy lingered at a safe distance, waiting until he was free.

He looked over and noticed her standing about ten feet away, but he continued with what he was saying to Glory. Amy was confused, because it seemed to be some kind of mathematics discussion, but it made no sense to her. Alan was saying, "The sequence goes, zero, three, one, six, two, and nine. I'm sure of it."

Glory answered, "No. Forget the three. That's not in the sequence. You have no idea what a three is like. And a nine? Are you crazy?"

Amy thought that sounded like a very difficult kind of mathematics problem, but then Glory saw that Alan was looking behind her at someone. Glory turned and saw Amy as well, then said something quick and under her breath to Alan and left.

Amy had a quick talk with Alan. She had just enough time to say what she needed to say about Heather before the break came to an end and third period classes began.

Amy of course had no idea that Alan and Glory were actually obliquely discussing Glory's vibrator settings. Glory had quickly become addicted to the Televibe, and gave no further thought to taking the vibrators out for the rest of the school day. She made sure to "accidentally" run into Alan in the breaks between classes so she could communicate in their code language which settings he should focus on until he fully understood.

Meanwhile, Heather felt triumphant about the spread of her new rumors against Amy, and especially, Glory. She hoped that at the very least Alan would be forced to curtail his contacts with his girlfriend and teacher at school for fear of inflaming the rumors even more.

Heather was in Glory's third period class. When class began, it became obvious to the astute Heather that there was something unusual about Glory's demeanor.

Glory taught like she always did, and her words and actions were as typical as ever, but there was a pained expression on her face. She seemed distracted, and practically tortured at times.

Heather thought this meant that Glory, with her interest in hearing all the school rumors, had already heard some of the rumors about her. Heather rejoiced in Glory's misery. She imagined Glory was deeply shaken and desperate.

In fact, Glory's facial contortions were caused by the Televibe. Even though Alan kept his promise not to change the settings while Glory was teaching, she was so aroused from all the constant stimulation all morning long that she remained right on the verge of a climax, and even the lowest setting, the zero, drove her nearly wild with distraction. She was actually in heaven while Heather thought she was in hell.

But soon it would be Heather's turn to feel the flames of hell.

When third period ended, Heather left Glory's class nearly ecstatic. She wanted to gloat. Then she ran into Alan in the hallway. He had Glory's class right after Heather did. Lately he would arrive at class at the last possible moment to avoid running into Heather, but today he got there as quickly as he could to catch her before she got far.

He walked right up to Heather just before she reached a group of her friends. Cutting her off, he said in a polite voice, "Hey, Heather, how goes it? Can I talk to you for a second?"

So they moved to a quieter spot in the hallway, though it didn't have complete privacy since it was still the busy hallway. She knew she should stifle her gloating around him, so she said in a light and normal tone, "How you doin', Alan?"

He just looked at her. A part of him was flabbergasted at the clothes she wore (in this case a sports bra underneath an unbuttoned shirt that allowed one to inspect the shape of her nipples as nearly easily as if she wore nothing). Once again, he wondered how she got away with wearing what she did, and somehow not get generally known as the slut that she really was. He tried to avoid looking at her curvaceous and deeply tanned body and just focused on her face.

He concentrated his anger mentally by remembering the details of what Amy had told him about the rumors that Heather had concocted. His look turned to a glare, then the glare turned into a menacing, penetrating stare.

Heather's smile dropped from her face, as she wondered what was coming over Alan.

Then he said, piercingly, "I know. I've heard the rumors, and I have proof you were behind them."

She expected more of an explanation from him, or even a threat, but he simply continued to stare her down until she withered under his malevolent gaze and turned away, unable to face him any longer.

"I'll deal with your ass later..." he said under his breath, with all the cold, brittle anger he could muster. Then he stormed off without looking back.

Heather was stunned. Her exuberant mood was history. She felt devastated. She'd carefully developed a cover story to her rumors, and was going to blame them on the football players, pretending that it was part of their campaign to get at Alan by striking at his favorite teacher and girlfriend.

She was rocked to the core of her being. Shivers of fright ran up and down her spine. She was so unaccustomed to anyone discovering her trickery that she had no idea how to react. She stood alone in the busy hallway and thought, Fuck! I'm so fucked! This wasn't supposed to happen! This NEVER happens! How the hell did he find out? I had it all worked out! Maybe he's bluffing. He must be bluffing. ... No, Alan's a pretty bad liar, and I'm convinced he was extremely pissed off at me. I was certainly terrified, that's for sure! He MUST know. Shit. That really pisses me off because I had such a perfect cover! It was so brilliant. Fuck!

What am I going to do? Well, for one thing, I'm going to have to tough it out. Act like it's no big deal when we meet later. She thought of Glory. That skanky bitch! It's all her fault. Fuck!

At least I have the satisfaction of bringing her down a bit with these rumors. It's not like Alan can stop their spread now. I need to talk to Alan during lunch and get this sorted out. But how can I when he's gonna get all lovey dovey with that ugly 'ho teacher of his and not even leave her classroom? It makes me SICK to think of them together. Laying his pipe in her when it belongs in MY ass! I'm the one who really loves you, Alan! FUUUUCCCK!

She went to her fourth period class fuming at herself and at Glory. She irrationally blamed Glory for Alan finding out. But after a while her anger died down and she tried to concentrate on possible solutions. Think, Heather, think! Alan's going to be soooo pissed. I wonder if he's going to take it out on my ass.

She squirmed around in her seat as she delightfully imagined all the things Alan might do to her rear end. But then she remembered his face as he simply said "I know." Worse, she remembered her desire to be his girlfriend, and then realized just how deep of a hole she'd dug for herself.

Come ON, Heather! Focus! This is serious! I've really fucked up this time. Like he's ever going to want to be my boyfriend now. I'll be lucky if he wants to keep me as his lunch time cum dump, at this rate! Arrrggh! I've got to come up with something clever to get myself out of this mess, and fast!

But first, damage control. Shit, I need to do a lot of damage control, otherwise this hole I'm in is only going to get deeper and harder to climb out of! Heather felt a yawning pit of uncertainty and despair start to take hold in her belly. I might really lose him completely if I can't contain this!

CHAPTER 3

Amy had just gotten her food from the school cafeteria and was standing with her tray trying to decide where she was going to sit when she was practically accosted by several other girls.

The girls surrounded her and all but forced her to join them and sit outside the cafeteria and away from everyone else.

Amy knew that the four girls - Simone, Melissa, Donna, and Roxy - were all very attractive members of the most elite social circles in school, but she didn't know any of them particularly well.

She was a little puzzled by what was going on, but just went with the flow and let them direct her to a place to sit.

As they all sat down in a green space surrounded by trees, Melissa said to Amy, "Sorry for being so insistent, but the four of us were just talking and we just HAVE to speak to you in private about something. Is that okay?"

"M'kay. What's up?" Amy put her tray down on the ground and leaned up against a tree.

Melissa said, as she also leaned against a tree, "This is kind of awkward, but do you remember when you were talking to Simone and I and a couple others a little while ago?"

"Yeah?" She picked at her salad with a fork.

The others had trays too but none of them were eating. Melissa continued, "Well, it's just that we wanted to hear more about one thing you mentioned. You were talking about your new boyfriend Alan, and I think this is an exact quote, you said: 'The way I figure, the more girls he sleeps with, the better. It makes me so happy whenever I hear he's made another conquest.' Well, I just wanted to ask you about that."

"Yeah, I said that. What's the big deal?"

Donna was a stunningly beautiful brunette of obvious olive-skinned Italian ancestry. She was second only to Heather in the female student power hierarchy and as such had never deigned to talk to Amy much. She only knew Amy by her airhead reputation. Thus she lectured to her as if she were dealing with a slow-witted child. "Amy dear, surely you know that good girls don't allow that kind of thing. If you have a boyfriend, you don't let him stray. Period. If my boyfriend did that to me, I'd squeeze his balls off. Do you understand?"

Amy replied without a hint of malice, "But Donna, you sleep around. Does your boyfriend Sam know what you and Nick do when he's supposed to be tutoring you? Or how about what you did to Jerry in the bathroom at the last school dance? So how is that different?"

Donna opened and shut her mouth like a gasping fish. But she quickly recovered and blurted out, "That's totally untrue! What are you talking about?! I have no idea where you heard these malicious rumors but I can assure you-"

Roxy was a friend of Donna's and a member of her power faction but didn't know the others so well. She interrupted, "Donna, give it a rest. Everybody knows about that stuff except maybe for your hapless boyfriend. Heather's been telling about your cheating to anyone who has ears and now even Amy knows about it. Don't blame Amy for YOUR slip-ups."

Donna was defensive. "Well, so what? My situation is totally different." She glared at the others as if daring them to refute her claim. "I can't go into details, but for starters it's one thing to do something in secret and it's another to do something out in the open. It sets a bad precedent and is bad for us girls everywhere. What if every guy starts having sex with girls other than his girlfriend?"

Simone spoke up, joking. "Then we'd probably all get laid a lot more often!"

Seeing that joke didn't go over too well, Simone added, "Why is Amy's relationship so bad, if that's what she wants? I think it's great that they have an open relationship. There are a lot of open marriages that work, you know."

Roxy, now falling back into her usual role as Donna's attack dog, complained, "You WOULD say that. That's just because YOU get to fuck him. I hear Alan's even been banging you and Heather at the same time. And don't even try to deny it; in the past few days Heather's been surprisingly loose lipped about some of the things you and her have done with this Alan guy lately. He's a nerd. A nerd!"

Donna chimed in. "Yeah. She's been so insufferable at lunch lately, even more so than usual. She's got that 'I've just been royally fucked and you haven't' smirk on her face all the time. It's SOOO annoying."

Donna was Heather's main rival, but they had a Cold War-styled low intensity struggle going on behind each other's backs while pretending to be friendly face to face. The others all knew the score, so Donna didn't have to put on a front and hide her hatred for Heather from them.

Simone confessed, "Yeah, so I've had sex with Alan. So what? Maybe that shades my opinion of Amy's sharing, but I don't care." She turned to Amy. "Thanks, girl. Thanks for the sharing. You've got a pretty great boyfriend. I think you're really cool about everything."

Amy was growing concerned that the others were ganging up for a verbal attack on her, but she flashed a big smile realizing that she had at least one supporter amongst them. "Thanks!"

Melissa chimed in, "Hey, I think it's cool, too, if that's what you want. Unlike SOME people" - she shot a look at Donna - "I'm not here to judge. I just want to get, you know, the full low down. I mean, there have been all kinds of rumors about Alan lately, but now that you're his girlfriend you can give us the inside scoop, can't you?"

"I dunno..." Amy looked around with worry. She was surprised to see Christine sitting just a short distance away, as she didn't remember her there a couple of minutes ago. But she didn't spend much time thinking about it. She figured Christine probably already knew everything she was likely to say anyway.

Donna suddenly changed her tone and came on to Amy like a friend. "Oh, don't mind me. I guess maybe I'm just a little bit jealous, especially about how Heather is rubbing this Alan stuff in my face lately."

Simone cut in and joked, "I usually sit at the same lunch table and I haven't seen much of that, but watching Heather rub Alan's stuff in your face sounds like something I'd love to see!"

The others laughed, but Donna just smiled politely. "As I was saying, Amy, I'd love to hear all about it, too." In truth Donna wasn't jealous since she still considered Alan a lowly nerd not worth her attention. But she figured there was a possibility she might learn some things she could use against Heather.

Before Amy could answer, Simone earnestly asked her, "Out of curiosity, does the fact that I've had sex with Alan bother you at all? Does it make you jealous? I mean, come on, you can be completely honest here."

Amy was all smiles. "Nope!"

Roxy was unbelieving. "Oh, come on!"

Amy explained, "Look, you have to understand, I don't look at it like I have any claim on him. I told him I want to be loyal just to him, but he made it very clear up front that he was going to sleep around. In fact, when he asked me to be his girlfriend, he had this totally gorgeous girl suck his cock just a few minutes later, right in front of me, just to be sure that I was okay with it. In fact, now that I think about it, she took over from another hottie who was jacking him off. And then later on I shared the licking honors with another girl. It was great! He really showed us all what a total stud he is."

The other four girls were completely flabbergasted and struck speechless. Even Simone was amazed and wolf whistled.

Finally, Roxy said, "No. Way. No freakin' way."

Amy frowned and wondered if she'd said too much. She was proud of herself for not mentioning names and referring to Susan as a girl to help deflect suspicions. She was also careful not to mention anything about his six times a day "medical needs." She didn't see anything wrong in what she did mention, so she couldn't figure out why the others were so shocked.

She decided it was too late to take back what she said so she just replied, "Way!"

Melissa asked, "Who ARE these other girls?"

Before Amy could answer, Simone put a hand over her mouth and faked a cough, but coughed out the name "Heather."

The others laughed, but then Melissa gamely joked back, coughing out, "Simone."

Simone playfully fought back by coughing, "Melissa."

Melissa laughed, but said, "I wish!"

Amy explained, "Yeah, Heather and now Simone are two of them, though they weren't the ones there that day. I can't mention names, but most of his lovers aren't students you'd know from this school anyways. About the only thing they have in common is that they all look totally super sexy and pretty much all have big boobs." She thought that was a clever dodge.

Donna was skeptical. "One guy and that many hot women? What, is he a porn star? I don't believe it."

Amy frowned and said defensively, "It's true. It's super double totallyistically true! Why would I lie about this, anyway?"

Donna was still incredulous, but asked, "Amy, can't you see the situation you described is more than just a little bit unusual? I mean, that's just fucking nuts! Why on Earth would you agree to be his girlfriend when he's getting stroked and blown by someone else right in front of you?!"

Amy said, "I don't even think about it 'cos the fact is, Alan is more man than any one girl can handle. It's the only way. He's like, super stud guy! Heck, if I tried to keep him all for myself, he'd probably burst from making cum faster than I could squeeze it out."

Donna snorted. "Yeah. Right!"

Even Simone seemed skeptical and joked, "I don't know, Amy. I can handle a LOT of man!"

Amy got a bit upset that the others didn't believe her and especially that Donna was looking at her like she was crazy. She protested, "It's true! You can't talk 'cos you don't know what it's like. You all think you're so experienced, but have you ever known a guy who regularly cums six, seven, or even eight times a day? And it's not like he cums in five minutes, either. He's like, superwonderifically long last-y, every time!"

The others continued to stare at Amy like she was just telling a tall tale. Her strange use of grammar only puzzled them even more.

Amy was disappointed that even Simone didn't fully believe her, since Simone knew more and had been with Alan. She tried to explain it in a different way. "Think of it like this. You ever have a super crush on a pop star?"

Melissa answered, "Yeah? I'm, like, waaay into Justin Timberlake. I've got posters of him all over my room."

Amy smiled. "Well then, Melissa, what if you got backstage at one of his concerts and had a chance to have sex with him?"

Melissa looked around a bit guiltily, but then burst forth enthusiastically, "You know what? I'd be all over that! And all over him!" She giggled.

Amy giggled too. "And after you had sex with him, would you demand that he stop seeing all other women?"

Melissa was indignant. "No, of course not. He can have sex with anyone he wants 'cos he's Justin fucking Timberlake! I'm sure he's got a steady stream of groupies. I'd be totally psyched if he wanted to do me any time, no matter what the circumstances. I'd thank my lucky stars that he even looks at me!"

Amy sat back, looking satisfied. "Exactly. So now you see how I feel. My boyfriend is Alan fucking Plummer and I love him. He's got a steady stream of 'groupies' too, more or less, and he deserves them 'cos he's such a stud. I can't even imagine him NOT having sex with lots of girls; it would seem wrong. I just thank my lucky stars every day that out of all of them he picked ME to be his official girlfriend. That shows that he loves me."

Donna complained, "But Alan's not famous, not even close. He's just some local loser nerd. He's a complete nobody!"

Amy though, wasn't moved. "Says you! If I had to choose between him and Justin Timberlake or any other famous guy, he wins hands down. I mean, not only is he a sexual super duper man, he's smart, considerate, caring, funny, rich, handsome, loving, and everything else I could possibly want in my man. I haven't regretted my decision one second. And I really do think it's great when he has sex with other girls. For one thing, when he does that, well, let's just say that can lead to fun for everyone. Have you ever been in an orgy? I have!"

CHAPTER 4

In the back of Amy's head, she again worried that she was saying too much. But she was so proud of Alan and so determined to explain to the others how great a boyfriend he was that she didn't have much self-restraint.

Again, there was a stunned silence from the others (except for Simone). Everyone was surprised by Amy's possible implication that she engaged in lesbian sex, because until recently most of her female friends hadn't thought of Amy in a sexual way at all. But lesbianism was a sensitive topic and no one wanted to touch it at the moment.

Donna frowned and said, "I'm shocked! Shocked and appalled! Amy, that's so wrong."

Simone chastised her, "Oh Donna, stuff it already. I know you've been in orgies before 'cos I've been in a couple with you. So don't be such a hypocrite."

"Simone, shut up! You can't talk about that kind of stuff! That's a secret."

Simone rolled her eyes. "Yeah, big secret. Remember what you did in full view of everybody in the party by the lake last year?" She turned to Amy and again gave her support. "Amy, I can't say I fully understand your situation with Alan, but I've seen that you've been even happier than usual lately, so thumbs up." She emphasized that point by giving her the thumbs up sign with both hands.

Melissa pressed, "Amy, the main thing I wanted to ask you about is what makes him so great, you know, sexually speaking. You're calling him some kind of sexual superman. Why do you say that?"

Amy said, "Well, I'm not all great at explaining stuff. All I know is that he makes me feel soooo good. I mean, super duper incrediwonderliciousallyfantasmorgasmically good! So good that nothing else even begins to come close. Like, have you ever just had sex and you're laying there panting, and you're thinking, like, 'WOW!'? When I'm with him, gosh, if he just even smiles at me, it's just the bestest of the very best feeling in the whole wide world!" She gazed off into the distance in fond remembrance and flashed a smile brighter than a lighthouse searchlight.

Roxy said sarcastically, "To put that into English, I think what she's saying is that she likes it." Addressing the others, she said, "But everyone here knows that Amy's never had a boyfriend before this rather surprising hookup. Maybe she'd be over the moon with most any guy."

Melissa turned to Simone. "Hey, you've had sex with Alan too. Is he really all that?"

Simone looked to Amy. "Is it okay if I speak my mind?"

"Totally!"

So Simone carefully considered the question. "Well, that's hard to say. Keep in mind that I've only had sex with him once so far. It was... I'd have to say... It was good, really good. In fact, now that I think about it, I can't think of any boy who's been better. But on the other hand, it wasn't like he was so heads and shoulders above everyone. I've had a few other guys who were on a pretty similar level. Not many, but a few. But also, I'm not in love with him. I'm sure everyone here can agree that sex with someone you love is so much better in every way. So I can only imagine how good he must make Amy feel."

Melissa followed up with Simone, "So would you say he's as good as the best of the other guys, or a little better? And what makes him so good?"

Simone thought back to her one encounter with him, just two days earlier. She began to grow aroused as she remembered how Alan had made Heather lick his erection while he slid it in and out. That was the biggest sexual thrill I've ever had, and I'd have had a lot of partners. But was it mostly because of the way he humiliated Heather? Was he doing that knowing how much I'd love it? What would he be like without Heather there?

She finally said, "A little better than any others, I think. But again, not THAT much better. I mean, when you really get down to it, what does a guy have to do but push his thing in and out at a nice rhythm? We're not talking rocket science here. He does have a nice long one, though I have had bigger a couple of times. But he's got this intriguing combination of being sexually aggressive sometimes without being an asshole. And he's got pretty impressive stamina. Amy's definitely right about that part."

Amy was nodding her head madly in agreement as she leaned against the tree. She added, "Simone, you don't know the half of it! He can last for hours! It feels soooooOOOOoooo super great! And once his thingy goes down it always bounces right back up again. He can do it over and over and over! And don't forget his cum. Imagine your favorite food and then it's twice as delicious as that!"

The others looked to Simone for confirmation.

Simone smirked, then joked, "Heck if I know about his cum. Donna, the next time Heather rubs Alan's stuff in your face, make sure to get a taste."

The others laughed (except Donna), but then waited for a serious answer.

Simone was wary. "Well, to be honest I did taste his stuff, but only a few drops' worth. I mean, yes it was unusually sweet, but I think Amy may be looking at things through rose colored glasses a little bit. Just look at how much she obviously loves him. However, I do have to admit that Heather, of all people, has praised Alan's cum lately, which is pretty remarkable considering her usual hatred of blowjobs, as I'm sure you all know from the way she's always complaining that girls who give head are 'weak.' So maybe the taste grows on you or something."

Amy jumped in. "It does! It's like, pretty yummy at first, but then you're like, 'MMMM! I want more!' And then you have some more, and it's like, 'WOW!' And then pretty soon it's like you just wanna suck on that big fat spermsicle all day long! 'Move over and let me share some of that!' You know what I mean?"

Donna said flatly, "No."

Melissa, however, was growing enthusiastic and more than a little aroused. She'd never participated in such a frank talk about sex. "I don't know about anyone else, but I find this all pretty amazing. I mean, the very fact that Heather would even sleep with a nerd, much less blow him and like it... He must be something truly incredible."

Donna though, wasn't convinced. If nothing else, she had a knee jerk reaction of wanting to knock anything that Heather was praising. "Aww, come on, how can he be all that? So he's a nice guy with a big dick who has a little stamina. I'm sure he's not the only one in this school with that combination. But my main objection is he's got all the baggage. No one can deny he's a total geek. I mean, TOTAL grade A nerd. You can hardly get any lower than him; I still can't believe Heather will even TALK to him. Plus, I hear he smells."

"He does not!" Amy complained with righteous indignation. "If he smells a little funny at times, that's probably just a lingering sex smell. Geez! That's mean. It's probably just the smell of perfume and strange pussy. And he's not THAT nerdy. You're just afraid of guys who are smart!"

Roxy didn't want to get on Donna's bad side because they couldn't see eye to eye on Alan. She said to her, "Donna, please don't get upset at me, I'm just thinking out loud. Don't think of this as being about Alan. The key thing is Heather being involved with this guy. What does that mean?"

Donna saw strategic possibilities with that, but didn't want to mention them with Simone right there. So she just said, "Whatever. I don't care." She hoped Roxy would get the hint and pick up the discussion later when they were alone.

Melissa leaned in to Amy and held her arm. She said in a conspiratorial but friendly voice, "Don't listen to Donna. If she wants to be stubborn, that's her problem. Personally, I don't care if he IS a bit nerdy. Simone says he's the best she's ever had, which means something. Say, since you're so open to sharing, do you think maybe you could set me up with him? I'd just like to try him out one time 'cos I'm in between boyfriends and I've never had my bell really rung, you know want I mean?"

Roxy butted in. "'Between boyfriends?' Ha! Just wait until Jimmy hears about that!"

"Hey!" Melissa turned to Roxy, suddenly embarrassed and worried. "Who says he has to hear? It's like what Donna said, what's wrong with a little fooling around in secret? If no one knows, no one gets hurt. Maybe I can learn some new things and teach them to Jimmy."

Now Roxy leaned in to Amy. "The slut! I'd never cheat on MY boyfriend, but it does happen that I'm not going steady at the moment. Do you think you could introduce Alan to me? I don't want to steal him away-"

"Hey!" Now it was Donna's turn to butt in. "Roxy, what kind of friend are you? I said Alan is a nerd. AND he's Heather's boy toy. I would assume you wouldn't give him the time of day. Whose side are you on here?"

Roxy knew she couldn't cross Donna, since Donna was nearly as ruthless as Heather was. So she thought quickly and said, "Your side, obviously. Sure, Alan plays Star Trek video games or whatever it is that nerds do, but that's not all there is to him. I've been checking him out. He used to be gangly but have you seen how he looks lately? He looks GOOD! He's been on the tennis team all four years and has quite the muscular ass and buff chest. He can't REALLY be a nerd if he looks that good and is that good in the sack, can he? So what if he's got bad taste in movies or whatever? Anyways, it's not so much about him as the fact that Heather is into him. We need to know what's going on between them to use it against Heather, and that means getting closer to Alan."

Simone coughed and said, "Duh! Roxy, you must be forgetting I'm here. Hell-looo. Heather's best friend? Remember? You're not stealing him from Heather, that's for sure. If you and/or Donna even tried, Heather would take the gloves off and go completely medieval. Heather has some strangely powerful feelings for Alan that I can't say I fully understand yet, but I know enough to warn you off. Really. Ignore my warning at your extreme peril."

Simone wasn't the type to utter dark warnings, and if she did, she would want to lighten the mood again almost instantly with a joke and a laugh. That she didn't try to make light of her warning told the others that she was, for once, quite serious, which in and of itself was actually fairly ominous.

For her part, Roxy had indeed forgotten Simone was there since Simone was sitting back and hadn't been talking for a while. She blushed and avoided looking in Donna's direction.

Melissa remained the most insistent about getting together with Alan. She took advantage of the awkward silence to lean in closer to Amy. "Amy? Girl? You didn't answer my question. Do you think you might be able to swing some kind of meeting with this wonderboy of yours? Forget about my boyfriend Jimmy, I can drop him like a hot potato to get some of this Alan stuff."

Amy was feeling awkward. "Sorry, I'm not some kind of secretary for him or something. He's the one who decides who he has sex with and I don't have any say in the matter. Why don't you just talk to him?"

Melissa sighed. "I already did. You know, I've been hearing all these rumors about what a stud he is for weeks now. I came onto him pretty strong a few days ago, before I even knew he was your boyfriend, but he just brushed me off." She grimaced in remembrance. She didn't get turned down all that often and Alan's refusal had stung her pride. He was very polite and nice about it, but firm in his answer that he was "too busy."

Amy suddenly stood up. "I'm sorry about that. Maybe you should try again. He really is great and I really truly don't mind if you do sleep with him, if that's what he wants. But I've got to go. I'll see you later."

In fact, Amy didn't have anywhere to go to, but she was feeling uncomfortable with the way Melissa and Roxy were pressing in on her as they grew increasingly excited about Alan. It was clear from the looks in their eyes that they were going to keep pressing her on setting up something and she didn't want to have to deal with that. Her doubts grew that she'd said too much. She also hoped that Alan chose not to sleep with Melissa, Roxy, or Donna, because although she could grudgingly concede they might all be "Alan-worthy" in appearance, they all gave her had a bad vibe. She did like Simone, though, despite the fact she was Heather's best friend and was spreading bad rumors.

Amy walked off with her food tray after hardly eating anything. As she left, she again noticed Christine sitting near the others but still not joining them.

Christine appeared to be leaning in to listen as the remaining group continued talking about Alan. She was staring into space with an intense look on her face, like she was trying to memorize every word (in fact, that was what she was essentially doing, thanks to her excellent memory).

Amy thought it odd that Christine would be so interested, given that she had turned down Alan's offer to go on a date not that long ago. But she didn't think that much of it, since Christine was well known for her snooping in general.

Christine could see from her peripheral vision that she'd been spotted listening in on the group. But realizing it was "only" Amy, she didn't pay that much attention and kept on listening in.

She heard Roxy ask Donna, "Do you believe anything Amy said?"

Donna replied, "A fraction. No way can that all be true. Maybe Amy believes it, but she has a loose connection to reality at best. I think she makes up tall tales about her boyfriend just like she makes up words."

Roxy replied, sarcastically, "Super duper totalistically." She added more sincerely, "I wish we knew just how much of that was true. If I could believe only half of the rumors about him..." Her voice faded as she lost herself in thought.

CHAPTER 5

Susan had passed out in the basement of her house from too much sexual excitement. When she came to, she found that Xania and Suzanne were both working out on nearby exercise machines. They were as naked as she was. She felt dizzy, but the sight of the two perfectly figured women engaging in rhythmic, pistoning motions got her horny almost immediately. Then she recalled her decision to start lactating, and the tactile sensation of having both nipples sucked at once came back so strongly that she almost felt as if it was happening to her again.

She nearly screamed with joy. Instead, she yelled, "Thank you! Thank you! Wow! What great friends!"

Suzanne looked over and smiled upon seeing that Susan was up again and feeling so happy. It made her feel really good. This is what I should be doing. I should be supporting Susan instead of trying to undermine and best her. Ironically, I think I can actually get closer to Alan by truly wanting the best for everyone, because it ties us all that much closer together. Susan's right. Katherine, Amy, Susan, and I should work as a team. It feels so good to see my best friend in the world as happy as this. She's positively glowing!

Well, at least I'll try this strategy for a while. My other one was floundering. Maybe I just don't have the heart to push my way to the front by pushing Susan aside. Most anyone else, yes, but not her. I've loved her for so long.

Suzanne nearly got teary eyed, but restrained herself. More practically, she looked at the sexual ramifications to such closeness and selflessness. Us Plummers and Pestridges should work as a team and fuck as a team. We can overcome any potential Brenda threat by acting as one giant Alan-fucking machine. If we're always there to lend an extra tit for him to grope or a second or even third cocksucking tongue, there's no woman who can steal-

Xania accidentally interrupted Suzanne's thoughts. She'd crawled over to Susan, her bare tits swinging enticingly all the way. She said, "Ah. Look who's up. A couple of us at least get to finish our morning exercises, but not so for you."

"Why not?" Susan asked quizzically. "I can still catch up."

"Yeah, you could, but I think it's much more important for you to work on some more visualization exercises. You've got a big day coming up, and you need to prepare." Xania realized she wasn't going to get any more exercising done with Susan awake again and obviously already terribly horny, so she made herself comfortable next to where Susan lay.

"Big day? What are you talking about?" Susan nearly trembled with excitement at the mention of Xania's "visualization exercises." Those were almost as good as getting fucked by Alan.

Xania smiled. "You silly, you know what I mean. The first time Alan fucks your pussy. I want to see how mentally ready you are. Let's have you close your eyes and visualize Alan naked, standing before you."

Susan looked over to her best friend. "Suzanne, please stop her. Don't let her make me do this! You don't know what it's like. It's so arousing, so terribly arousing! The way Xania talks me through Alan fucking me, it's almost as intense as if he was really here!"

Suzanne couldn't help but laugh a little. She grinned and teased, "And how is that a bad thing, exactly?"

Xania tickled Susan's nipples with feather light touches of her fingertips, causing Susan to gasp and pant while her nipples hardened. Then she turned to Suzanne and said, "Susan's such a lovely thing, isn't she? Look at her, with that innocent and kind face, but such a sinful, devilish, naked body. Is her pussy ever not wet? Are her nipples ever not hard? How lucky you are to live next door to her." Mischief danced in Xania's eyes, as there was little she loved more than playing with Susan's hefty rack.

Suzanne pointed out, "We moved in next door to each other because we were already best friends, so it wasn't luck. And we call it a cunt, not a pussy. But yeah, I know what you mean." She smiled wickedly. "I think she needs some encouragement to go with her visualization." Suzanne reached out and, temporarily taking over from Xania, grasped Susan's already heaving boobs. She mumbled, "Gotta work on starting that lactation," then she resumed sucking one tit while she played with the other.

Susan cried out, "No! Xania, this is unfair! This is too intense. Please don't make me think of Alan while Suzanne's doing that! My tits are already too sensitive from before. You're going to make me pass out again!"

Xania said, "Too late. Alan's already in the room. Close your eyes. Can't you see him?"

Susan closed her eyes. "I can! Oooh! Just imagine if he really is here! Think of all the things he'd do to us! All our tongues sharing his cock and his big dick sliding through my cleavage and his cum splattered across all three busty chests! Oh! Oh! It's too much! Suzanne, stop sucking on my nipple or I'm gonna pass out again before too long!"

Xania replied calmly, "If your tits can't take any more stimulation, don't think about those hands and lips on you. Think of something else. Think of Alan and the long, hard, fat mommy-splitter he has hanging down between his legs. His hands are reaching out to touch you. Where are his hands going to go?"

Susan was instantly in the fantasy, like someone dropped into hypnosis with a secret code word. She moaned and mmmmed a bit, and then said, "I can see it now. He's put his hands on my legs at first but now they're moving up to my ass. He's going for my ass! Oh, Tiger. You're so naughty! Just like my morning greetings. He must be 'getting my attention.' I love it!"

Xania commented, "Interesting." She was fully playing her psychologist role in her demeanor, tone, and even her facial expressions, but at the same time she was fully aroused, not to mention buck naked and dripping wet. Rather than making notes on a pad of paper as a real therapist probably would have done, she reached out and grabbed Susan's ass with both hands. She said, "Imagine my hands are Alan's. He's touching you on the butt. But change your position so I can reach better."

Susan wasn't sure how to present herself so Suzanne could have complete access to her tits while Xania had access to her butt, but luckily she realized she could just lie down on one of the exercise benches and hang her ass far over the edge. She could plant her feet on the floor to fully support her weight and have Xania sit between her legs while Suzanne sat to the side, next to her chest. All three of them soon repositioned themselves.

Suzanne and Xania went at Susan for a bit, until she asked, "Wait. If your hands on my butt are Alan's, then whose hands are on my boobs?"

Xania replied, "Those are Alan's too. He has many hands. They're everywhere."

Susan whimpered, "No fair! That's far too sexy! Don't get me so aroused!" She kept her eyes firmly closed and clenched as she felt another orgasm coming, but she didn't quite go over the edge.

Xania could see in Susan's face and bodily reactions how close she was to the edge, so she kept her hands away from Susan's pussy so as to not push her over. Xania wanted to keep her right on the verge. As she worked her hands all over Susan's buttocks and into her ass crack, she said, "Now, keep visualizing. What are Alan's hands on your butt going to do?"

"Everything! Just everything! He's going to spread my ass open and lick my asshole! Then he's going to spank me! I love that. Oh, Tiger! So hot! But then he's really going to open me up wide and plunge his penis, no, his mommy-splitter! I love that term! He's going to force his mommy-splitter into my tiny back door and fuck my ass! Yes! You should have seen the way he fucked me there yesterday. It was so hot, but now I'm too sore!"

Susan's voice took on a pleading and plaintive note. "Don't go there too much, because it hurts. How can I get my ass fucked more often without it hurting afterwards?"

Xania smiled, and thought, Like taking candy from a baby. Then she said, "Funny you should ask, Susan. I have some great ideas regarding that. Do you know what a butt plug is? Suzanne, slow down on the nipple sucking for a bit so Susan can think. Actually we'd better stop the heavy stuff altogether for a bit and just go to some gentle fondling. Susan really needs to know this."

Suzanne did as Xania suggested and listened to find out what this expert advice would be.

"Susan, you're in luck. A woman's virgin ass isn't used to having a really large object, such as Alan's thick, hard, nasty fuck meat, pushed up into it and stretching it so widely open. I'll bet his first assfuck hurt." Despite Xania saying that she and Suzanne should stop, Xania couldn't help herself. She unexpectedly shoved two fingers up Susan's asshole to illustrate her point.

Susan grunted loudly, "UGH!" Xania's two fingers were quite filling, although nowhere near as filling as Alan's penis was. Susan had to simply breathe for a while to recover from the shock of the initial penetration. "Damn straight! That assfuck hurt. And the second one yesterday, too!"

Despite the discomfort, Susan rocked her hips slightly to try and force those fingers deeper as her asshole pulsed and throbbed around them.

Xania pulled her fingers out and then leaned in and kissed Susan's clenching anus, very much like the way a mother would kiss away the hurts and pains of her own child.

Susan's little hole twitched as if waiting for more fingers, or anything else sufficiently large, to return.

It wasn't entirely disappointed. All the tension seemed to drain out of Susan as Xania licked and rimmed around her asshole with her exceptionally long and talented tongue.

"Not to worry," Xania said soothingly between licks, as if she were talking to Susan's butt instead of to Susan. "You just need to prepare yourself better to take Alan's fat penis. The more things you can take inside you and the longer you can keep them in here, the more prepared you will be to take him." She kissed Susan's twitching anus again. "Luckily there are all kinds of toys that can help you with that."

Suzanne let go of Susan's tits and stood up. "That reminds me. I have some killer new dildos I just bought yesterday. This seems to be the perfect time to break them out. I've even got some anal ones, too. I'll be back in a sec." She hurried upstairs.

Susan continued with her "visualization exercises" while Xania cooed encouragements directly into her ass, keeping Susan's anus constantly stimulated. It was a purposeful imitation of their earlier pretend direct discussion with Susan's boobs.

Xania said things like, "Susan's ass, don't let your tits and pussy take all the glory! Don't you want to take over Susan's brain too? You know you want to..."

Susan responded by elaborating on some of her anal fantasies. Xania helped her along by deeply penetrating Susan's butt with her long tongue and tongue fucking Susan in mimicry of what she was fantasizing Alan was doing to her ass.

Susan exclaimed, "Xania! Your tongue! It's like another penis! Fuck me with it!"

Xania grinned, her tongue still buried in Susan's backside. Her voice was muffled and slurred. "You're noht duh firthst tuh call it thaht."

Susan further gasped, "Have I told you yet that you're invited back here any time? It's an open door! We'll fucking rent you a limo, just keep that tongue up my butt!"

"Thpeaking of a wide open dooah..." Xania drove her tongue back into Susan's relaxed anal entrance. Her lips formed a seal around Susan's anus as she reamed her deeply.

Xania was surprised at the intensity of Susan's love for her ass. One of the things Susan told her while gasping for air was, "I want my Tiger to stuff his rock hard impaler into his mommy's butt hole and flex it as the new 'rule' for 'getting my attention' whenever he sees me!" Xania figured Susan was exaggerating a bit with that one, but she was nonetheless surprised at how much Susan enjoyed anal penetration.

Xania accurately guessed that the pleasures of Alan drilling her pussy still seemed too fantastical and intense for Susan to even focus on them much, so Susan channeled a lot of that energy into her ass.

Xania also recalled a joke that Susan had made earlier in the morning, about Alan marrying her and getting her pregnant. She knew that such jokes often weren't jokes at all. Susan and Suzanne both want to marry Alan and have his babies. That's obvious. It's obviously also a part of their blatant yet thankfully friendly rivalry, because Alan clearly can't marry them both. Yet they're both incapable of having kids and twice his age. He isn't very likely to marry either one of them.

However, that obviously doesn't seem to slow down or hinder their fantasies in these directions. Susan seems to channel some of her pregnancy desire into a lactation fantasy, while Suzanne channels her love into pure lust, and a love of fucking. She's not afraid of her pussy, like Susan is, so she focuses her energies there, whereas Susan turns more of her energies to the "safer" areas of the ass and tits. ... Hey! I'm getting pretty good at this analysis stuff!

CHAPTER 6

Suzanne came back down to the basement after an unusually long time. She walked in disappointed, and said to the other two, "I searched the underwear cabinet from top to bottom, and my best vibrators aren't there. All my new toys are gone. I could have sworn I put them there. They had some cool remote control features." She held up a bag and pulled out a few items. "But at least I have these dildos, including this anal one. And here are some Ben Wa balls, and some anal beads, too." She didn't realize that her toys were gone because Alan had taken them to school to use on Glory.

However, Xania did realize that, since she was the one who advised him to take them and how to use them. She whispered to Suzanne, "Does Susan know that Alan is fucking his teacher, Glory Rhymer?" Suzanne nodded, so Xania explained to both mothers, "Actually, I told Alan to take the toys to school. He's going to use a remote control device to stimulate his teacher Glory with vibrators all day long."

Susan immediately complained, "OH MAN! You've got to be kidding me! He can do that? I'm sooooo jealous! You mean my Tiger can control my cunt all day long, with remote control vibrators?! Why hasn't he used that on me yet? Oh my GOD! The possibilities! He'll be in my cunt, controlling it and fucking it twenty-four hours a day! YES! Mmmm! Oh no, I'm gonna cum!"

Xania was chagrined. So much for my strategy of keeping her close to the edge. She's far too excitable.

What Xania didn't know though was that Alan using the remote control vibrator was an even more exciting prospect for Suzanne than it was for Susan, it's just that Suzanne tried not to show this outwardly in any way. But she was the one who'd bought it with the explicit hope that Alan would use it on her. She handed over the bag of leftover dildos to Xania, and then surreptitiously massaged her pussy lips while reveling in Susan's sexual fantasy of Alan using the vibrators twenty-four hours a day, except in Suzanne's dreams he focused on her instead of Susan.

Xania looked in the dildo bag and said, "These will do. These will do just fine. Susan, some things are best taught in a hands-on fashion. I'm going to put one in your mouth first, then I'm going to put one up your ass. By the way, the remote control vibrator unit, the Televibe, has an anal vibrator, too. Alan's using that on Glory today as well."

That got an appreciative groan from Susan, but an even bigger one from Suzanne. Her hand was buried in her crotch so the others couldn't see, but she had a great orgasm while focusing on the thought of Alan keeping her pussy AND ass constantly stuffed with vibrators. Why Glory, my Sweetie? Why not me? It was MY idea in the first place to buy these things, and I'M the one who really loves you! I want you up my cunt and up my butt all the time! .. Okay. That's it. I'm gonna visit Ginger's store TODAY and order a bunch more of those! Best if there'll never be a problem of running out.

Ooh! Maybe Alan could have a bunch of phones and control us all at the same time! With the way he's picking up big-titted nymphos everywhere, I'm going to have to buy a LOT of these! Wooo! Suzanne felt jealous when Alan focused his attention (and toys) on someone like Glory, but also reveled in the large number of sexual conquests he had. Logic didn't play a big part in her thinking when she was so aroused.

Susan was still lying down on the exercise bench and couldn't see what Xania was doing directly below her.

Xania took her time picking out a dildo, increasing Susan's excitement and anticipation.

Within seconds, Susan grew tired of waiting and sat up to help make a choice and speed things along.

Susan commented on the dildo Xania happened to be holding. "Ah. Excellent choice. Let's use that one. That's Mr. Excitement. Black and a foot long. It seems to be a family favorite. But that one in your other hand is far too small."

Xania corrected, "No, this one's a little anal jobber. It starts with a small point and then widens out, so the further you push it in, the more it fills you up."

Susan sat up and clapped her hands like a little child seeing a magic trick. "Oh, goody! Let's imagine Mr. Excitement is Alan - it's about the right size. The other one is under his remote control." She was so enthusiastic about Alan's penis that she sincerely thought he was about the same size and thickness as the massive, 12-inch dildo.

Suzanne had recovered from her secret climax by this time, and joined in. "All right, so you've picked out the dildos. Let's not waste any more time. Susan, assume the position!"

"No fair!" Susan complained playfully. "I've told you how much it excites me when my Tiger says that. 'Assume the position.' Oooh! Mmmm!" However, her voice grew a bit sad, and she added, "Too bad you can't put that in my cunt or my ass though."

Suzanne and Xania were surprised at that. "We can't?" they both said at once.

"Of course not. Those holes are saved for my son. I can't allow anything much bigger than a finger in them; it wouldn't be right. But I'd loooove to suck on Mr. Excitement though. Maybe I can practice sucking on it. A good mommy is a cocksucking mommy. And we can get it all lubed up and you can fuck my tits with it. But that's as far as I go."

"Oh, very well," Suzanne said. She was a bit disappointed, as she had ideas of taking Susan with a strap-on, but she also admired Susan's dedication. She figured she could talk Susan into changing her mind, but decided that would be selfish and not a very nice thing to do.

Suzanne and Xania respected Susan's wishes, but also found lots of ways to give her pleasure without using big dildos.

For one thing, both of them realized that Susan was so easily excitable that touching almost wasn't necessary. They kept up a filthy stream of comments that drove her wild. They generally faced towards and directed their comments into Susan's asshole, since she enjoyed that conceit. They discussed various, tips, techniques, lubricants, exercises, and strategies on how to keep Susan's ass primed for routine and frequent assfucking while Susan listened and took it all in.

Xania also used her remarkably long tongue to thoroughly explore Susan's butt, both inside and out. It was accurate to liken it to a man's penis, because she could pump it in and out of an ass or pussy just like a thrusting penis. Its smaller size made it more effective with assholes.

Furthermore, Susan wasn't opposed to all sex toys, just using the big ones in certain ways. So Suzanne broke out some anal beads and showed Susan how they worked.

After all the anal talk and Xania's tongue work, Susan's ass was ready to go and the anal beads were just what she needed to take her arousal to the next level. She'd never even known that such things existed. She was endlessly fascinated with having them pushed in or pulled out. But every time a bead went past her sphincter, it seemed that she practically passed out with the intensity of the experience. After a while her ass grew so sensitive that she started crying to stop, even as she continued to have great climaxes.

Eventually, Suzanne and Xania listened to Susan's increasingly desperate cries for mercy, and let go of her.

Susan had had so many orgasms by that time that she hardly knew her name or where she was.

Xania said naughtily, "Okay, we'll give you a bit of a rest, but just a bit. We have tits to ready for milking and an ass to ready for rampant, non-stop fucking. There's no rest for the wicked. We'll keep those beads in there though, as we don't want you to go totally prudish on us."

Susan laughed. "Prudish? Ha! Now that would be so VERY improper!" She walked around a little bit, proudly showing her beads off to the others.

They all laughed at that turn around of her old catch phrase. But then she sighed, completely exhausted, and sat back down.

Suzanne slapped herself on the forehead. "Xania, what are we doing? We're letting Mr. Excitement go to waste because of Susan's concerns, but why do we use it on each other? Susan, do you mind?"

"No, not in the least. It would be kind of hot to watch you two get it on, in fact."

"Good." Suzanne reached into the nearby dildo bag and gave a dildo to Xania, then got another one for herself. Xania was impressed with Susan and Suzanne's sexual enthusiasm. I swear to God, I've never seen such a non-stop hot house of sex. I can smell semen and cunt even down here in this obviously little used room. Especially cunt. Juicy, tasty cunt. Wow. I just LOVE this house!

Suzanne stood up, modeling a huge strap-on. It looked to be about 12 inches long.

Susan took one look and said, "Holy fuck, I think that's even bigger than Alan Junior!"

Suzanne replied, "I think it just may be. Xania, are you ready for a 'holy fuck?'"

Xania said wryly, "Well, as a sex therapist and researcher, I feel rather obliged to try out new experiences."

Suzanne smiled and then suggested, "Seeing as how we're nearly done with our morning exercise routine, we have to show Xania our other favorite morning activity: nude sunbathing by the pool. I'll tell ya, Xania, life is tough for the idle rich. Let's go upstairs. We're gonna have more fun. The application of suntan lotion alone is worth the trip down from L.A., believe me! However, first I see a cunt that needs fucking." She winked in Xania's direction.

Xania looked over at Susan and saw her pulling on her anal beads. I thought I love sex, but these two are total nymphomaniacs! I don't know how Alan can keep them satisfied, much less his other women too. If only I could have this routine every day, with these two. ... Man, I have to come here more often! When's my next free day?

CHAPTER 7

Back at school, Alan still had one Televibe vibrator in Glory's pussy and a smaller egg-shaped one in her ass. The cell phone allowed him to remotely control the vaginal vibrator with the press of a single button in his pocket and the anal vibrator with only a couple of buttons. He'd put the Televibe to good use during the first two breaks between classes, but during the break between third and fourth periods he'd had an unpleasant run in with Heather. All of his troubles with her put him in a bad mood, so now that his fourth period class taught by Glory had begun, he wasn't in the mood to mess around with her vibrators.

Furthermore, he reminded himself, he'd already vowed not to bother her while teaching. But as time wore on during class and he saw Glory looking even more lovely and desirable than ever as she walked around and lectured (due in no small part to her flushed cheeks and unusually high arousal level), the thought kept coming back to him, I told her I wouldn't bother her while teaching, not that I wouldn't bother her during her classes. I was very careful about that so I could technically do something when she's not actively lecturing.

But for the time being, he didn't have much of a chance to slip through that loophole, as Glory was very busy with another one of her lectures. The class was World History, and today she was teaching about the beginnings of the European age of exploration. She was so engaged in a discussion of how the inventions of gunpowder and the compass impacted history that Alan thought it a great shame to interrupt her.

However, he only saw Glory's outwardly visible behavior. In fact, on another level her mind was heavily focused on the two vibrators within her. The anal vibrator was still turned off, but its very presence up her ass created constant, curious sensations for her, especially whenever she walked around. She was completely unused to having anything up her ass except for an occasional finger during sex. However, she was starting to like these new sensations in her ass. It began to dawn on her that she was in the process of discovering a new erogenous zone.

But as interesting as the anal vibrator felt, the vaginal vibrator still occupied most of her thoughts. Alan hadn't changed the settings during the last break (due to his confrontation with Heather), and she was very disappointed that he'd kept it on the lowest setting for so long. She'd given the lecture she was giving several times before, and felt she could do it in her sleep. Only the vibrator and its low, steady buzz held her full attention today.

But Alan's rotten mood, brought on by his confrontation with Heather, slowly evaporated. The more he gazed at Glory, the less he thought of Heather. After about twenty minutes, a student finally raised their hand and asked a rather involved question. Alan saw a chance to strike, as he figured she wasn't technically teaching when a student was talking. He switched the Televibe from its lowest setting, zero, to setting number six, which he knew was one of her favorites. He still only had a vague idea what any of the ten settings did, but he'd gotten positive feedback on a couple and negatives on a couple others, so he tried to make the best of that knowledge.

Glory had a rather bored expression on her face, until the instant Alan changed the pussy Televibe to the six setting. WHOA! ALAN! Not during my class! Her eyes immediately bugged out, but she quickly covered for it and tried to make it appear that she was surprised and fascinated by the question being asked.

It was all Alan could do not to laugh out loud with glee upon seeing the reaction he'd caused, and her efforts to disguise her feelings. Despite her mental protests, Glory's face now radiated happiness instead of her previously bored look. When the question came to an end and she started her reply, Alan turned the vibrator back to the zero setting, which earned him a sharp glance of disapproval from his teacher.

A-ha! So she likes it, even during class. Interesting. Veeeery interesting. I'm almost positive that frown wasn't for me starting, but for me stopping! I think I've found the perfect way to get my Heather troubles off of my mind. I'll just have to look for more opportunities to give Glory a jolt without violating my pledge not to interfere with her teaching. If she even so much as stops to sneeze, that's not teaching, and it's time for another jolt! Heh-heh!

Glory didn't sneeze, but about another minute later another student asked a question. No sooner did Glory stop talking and point at the raised hand than Alan switched the vibrator to another setting. He still didn't know how the ten settings worked, but he'd figured out that the zero to three settings went from weak to strong, and beyond that the settings followed no understandable pattern. So he switched the setting from zero to two, the "Medium Gear" setting. That got a raised eyebrow and slight smile about two seconds after he'd pressed the button for the new setting.

Aha! She does like it! And here I was so concerned that she'd get upset at me for ruining her concentration. But he turned it back down once Glory resumed her lecture.

After that, Glory seemed increasingly distracted. This in turn led to more questions, as she was leaving obvious gaps in her explanations. More questions meant more opportunities with the Televibe. She would flash him a smile or frown after each question ended, indicating whether she liked his recent setting change or not. Alan wondered, Is she distracted because of the vibrator, or is she purposely messing up so she'll get more questions? Or some delightful combination? How far can I go? I still don't want to keep it on when she's teaching because that would violate my previous promise. I wish there was some way I could talk to her directly!

Glory was thinking the same thing. But as the teacher, she could act. She reached a good break in her lecture and announced to the class, "I want everyone to recall their reading assignment and come up with one question. Then we'll collect all the questions and I'll select some at random to answer."

Alan naturally assumed that he'd be the one to collect the questions, since he was the teacher's pet sitting in the front row and such tasks usually fell to him. So he took the opportunity to write her a couple of true/false questions, with a couple of questions like, "Can I turn it on while you're teaching?" and "What about a new policy? Anything goes, unless you indicate you don't like it." He wrote up a regular question, just in case he had to give something to someone else.

He collected up all the questions, just as he'd assumed he would, and walked up behind her desk to hand them to her, including his very special ones. But he was in for a surprise.

Glory was ready for him, and she'd pulled her skirt up and panties aside, so he could see the Televibe wiggling at the entrance to her pussy. She handed him a note, which simply read, "Look how hot you're making me! I'm throwing all caution to the wind!"

He quickly and surreptitiously put that note in his pocket, and then silently pointed out the questions he'd written.

She wrote "YES!" in big letters. With that one word she answered all of his questions, confirming that "anything goes" regarding Alan's use of the Televibe on her.

Alan walked back to his desk with a smug and happy look. His only problems were concealing his erection, especially while walking and not being able to get any relief for it at the moment.

But now that they'd made their desires clear to each other, their fun escalated too. Glory stood up and began answering the questions other students had turned in. Yet she was surprised and disappointed that Alan didn't change the vibrator settings, now that she was letting him do that at any time.

However, he was waiting for a number. As soon as she said a number, "In 1498, Vasco de Gamma sailed around the African continent and discovered the riches of Asia," he dialed in the number eight on the Televibe.

She went on without much pause or seeing the connection as the "Techno" pattern pounded through her. But then, a few sentences later, she stated, "As the Portuguese had reached Asia only six years after Columbus discovered America in 1492," Alan hit her with a six and then a two.

She grinned as she realized that she was now fully in control of the vibrator's settings by the words she said. Suddenly her lecture was filled with numerical references. She worked her way from zero to nine, and surreptitiously flashed facial expressions in Alan's direction to indicate which ones she liked the best.

But she was still in for a surprise. She happened to mention, "With the main routes to the Far Eastern riches monopolized by the Spanish and Portuguese, other nations strove to open a back door to Asia that would let them in as well." Alan had been thinking about turning on the anal vibrator. Her mention of "back door" gave him a delicious excuse to do so.

When he turned that vibrator on, again merely by pressing buttons on the cell phone hidden in his pocket, he received the most entertaining expression from Glory yet.

She sputtered in mid-word while her eyes bulged out and her hands reflexively grasped at her ass cheeks. Needless to say, that caused quite a few titters from the other students. That in turn made Glory blush, which only caused even more of a murmuring from her class.

To stifle idle speculation, she said, "Excuse me, class, but I'm having a very upset stomach today. But never mind about that. It's not a big problem. Where was I?" and she continued where she left off. Confident again, she shot Alan a dirty look, and said, "But let's not focus on the back door route, let's discuss the much more interesting front door route." She emphasized the words "back door" and "front door" to an almost suspicious degree.

To her chagrin, Alan only upped the settings on the anal vibrator the second time she said "back door," and then he changed the vaginal vibrator to a powerful setting when she mentioned "front door."

Soon Alan was changing the settings on both vibrators at the slightest opportunity.

Glory learned she shouldn't use the word "but" if she could help it, because he'd always change the anal vibrator every time she did. Similarly, the words "to" or "too" and "for" put the vaginal vibrator at two and four respectively. Four was the most intense setting, so she tried particularly hard to avoid that one.

The problem was, Glory soon became so overwhelmed with sexual stimulation that she could hardly concentrate on what she was saying anymore. That meant that she wasn't really able to avoid key words and numbers and kept saying them more often, which only made her even more stimulated. It was a vicious circle. She tried especially not to use the word "but," but it was nearly impossible.

Within a couple of minutes she was forced to sit down behind her desk for fear of rivulets of pussy juice running down her thighs so copiously that her students would get an idea of just how aroused she was. Her panties were thoroughly sodden and soaked through. She was eager to change out of them, but of course she had no way to do that in the middle of class. Sitting down prevented obvious dripping, but in a sense it only made matters worse, because now, safely behind her desk, she could touch her pussy without anyone knowing.

Anyone except Alan, though. He watched her arms very intently and knew just what she was doing.

Glory thought, I don't know what's come over me! I'm acting completely irresponsibly, ruining my lecture and fondling myself right in front of everybody! I promised myself not to do this ever again. No, Glory, no! It's a good thing I happen to know this particular topic like the back of my hand, or I'd be in really bad shape! I can't do this! Teaching comes first. Yet my pussy feels so fine, so alive, so cared for! This is terribly exciting! Such a fun game! I can't stop. Can't stop. No. Keep going. Alan, hit me again! Another one! Keep doing it! I love it! I love YOU! Yes!

If there was only some way all these kids could LEAVE and Alan could bend me over my desk and RAM IT HOME! God dammit, NAIL my slutty hot hole! Fingers... vibrator... just don't cut it! I need COCK!

She was getting so excited that she could barely keep teaching, so she asked for the students' opinions on some matters, and let them do most of the talking for a while.

That meant Alan didn't have any signals to change the vibrator settings to, and now that they were playing this way he didn't want to change the settings willy nilly. Besides, he could see her face was growing flushed and panicky and figured she could use the break.

She was glad for the chance to calm down, but she didn't want to calm down too much. She was having the time of her life, and reveling in the danger and excitement.

She'd hiked her skirt up so the growing puddle of cum on her chair wouldn't get her clothes wet. Thinking that the chair was too risky after all (as she couldn't control her masturbation), she cleaned herself up a bit and then moved behind her podium. But really this was only an excuse to get even more daring. Soon she hiked her skirt up so high that anyone could see her entire panty covered crotch or ass if they had the right angle. Yet she knew that no one had the right angle to see.

It was a cloudy day, so there were no reflections on the windows, and therefore not even Alan could see what was happening below the podium edge. However, he had a good idea what was happening by the way she was panting and getting red and the fact that she wasn't gesticulating with both hands as she normally did. His erection was like a steel bar in his shorts and he longed for some kind of way to give it relief.

Glory knew the other students must have noticed her flushed appearance, so she mentioned her supposed sickness again to explain away her strange behavior. But then she pushed her luck even further. She put a hand to her face as if wiping a fevered brow, but very strategically she showed only three extended fingers.

Alan got the hint, and turned both vibrators to the powerful three setting.

She didn't expect the anal vibrator change as well, and that brought her right to the edge of a climax. But rather than stop, she wanted to go all the way, and she made another swipe across her forehead, this time showing four fingers.

Alan turned both vibrators to four, one of the highest settings.

Glory cried out as she was wracked by an intense multiple orgasm. She clutched at the podium with both hands while her whole body vibrated back and forth. Luckily, her face looked agonized, though really she was in complete ecstasy.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, she decided that she'd had enough fun, in fact far too much fun. Her whole teaching career could be destroyed due to her reckless behavior. She made a move to return to her desk seat and fully recover.

But Alan was quick thinking. He strongly suspected that her skirt was hiked up and she was too blissed out to care about it. When she covered the short distance between the podium and the desk, she was bound to expose her privates to the whole class. In a flash, Alan sensed she was going to make this mistake, judging from her spaced out facial expression. Just as she started to make the move, he stood up and shouted, "Ms. Rhymer!" All eyes turned to him, which was his intention.

Better, Glory stopped moving and again grasped the podium to keep from falling over in her languid erotic bliss.

He urgently explained, "Everyone, our teacher isn't well. Ms. Rhymer, you really need to go to the nurse!" He rushed up to the podium and held her up. He looked down and saw with horror that his instincts were right, because the lower edge of her skirt was still hanging a couple inches above her crotch. He managed to tug her skirt down without anyone seeing.

Glory was so out of it that she didn't even realize what a close call she'd had. She waved off Alan's help and returned to her desk, saying, "Thanks, but I'm all right. I just need to sit down for a minute."

An awkwardly quiet minute passed as Glory panted and recovered back at her desk. Then she had the students continue their discourses, and she made a good faith effort to pay attention.

Soon she was able to teach again, thanks to the fact that Alan had turned both vibrators down to their lowest settings. But her panties were sopping wet and she appeared to be completely drained. Had anyone been looking closely at her legs as she moved from her podium to her desk, they would have seen rivulets of liquid pouring down past her knees. There was simply no way she could stand up again in class for any reason. She felt like her legs were two giant wet noodles.

Alan meanwhile remained concerned that things had gone too far. One of the students to speak was his friend and former crush Christine. He began thinking back to when he'd asked her out and she'd turned him down. It no longer caused him pain to remember that, but instead just reminded him of how much had changed in a short time.

I wonder if Christine suspects that something's up with Glory. Christine is so proper; she'd have a total hissy fit and call the cops if she ever suspected her teacher was wearing a vibrator. It's things like that make it better that she and I aren't really friends anymore. She could never fit into my new life, which is too bad because she's great in so many ways. She could never deal with the "bad" Alan, the one that even at this moment is considering the possibility of upping the Televibe settings. Heh-heh! I'm so incorrigible!

But Alan's concerns still got the best of him and he left his controls alone.

This gave Glory a chance to recover. She thought, more calmly now, I went too far. Craziness! Today I've just been in one of those moods where I've been so needy for Alan. I sure picked the wrong day, with his Televibe experiment! Hot damn! It's like the last hours have been one constant, massive orgasm! I can't ever do this again or I'll lose my job for sure. I have to play it cool for the rest of class or else I'm going to do something very stupid. As it is, it's all I can do not to stand up and proudly announce, "Class is dismissed early. Alan is going to fuck my brains out now!"

She looked at the clock on the wall. Fuck. Fifteen more minutes. When is this class ever going to end?

Glory kept her promise to play it cool until class ended. She wasn't in much shape to teach, especially with thoughts of what Alan might do to her during lunch looming large in her mind, but she managed to drag out the exercise where the students did most of the talking until the class came to an end.

Alan was a bit disappointed he couldn't keep playing with the Televibe settings, but the awareness of how close Glory had come to great scandal by exposing her privates before the entire class kept him sober and a bit chastened.

CHAPTER 8

The school bell eventually rang, signaling that Glory's class had mercifully come to an end.

Alan and Glory were so aroused that they could hardly contain themselves. They waited anxiously until all the other students had left, and then flew at each other and kissed passionately.

Glory exclaimed, "You're so good to me!" Then they kissed some more. Their hands were busy and while the kiss still continued they both somehow managed to get some of each other's clothes off.

But then Glory suddenly pulled away and said, "God, that was an insane class! You've made my pussy red hot, like a scalding bar of iron straight from the forge. It burns to touch it! Please, put out the fire! Put it out!"

Alan found that what she said had a lot of truth to it: her pussy radiated real heat. He knelt down in front of where she stood and put his face up next to her pussy. His face was actually warmed just by being near it.

He leaned in closer and began his work. With his tongue on her clit, he spread her pussy lips even more so that he could slide a finger in alongside her vibrator, stretching her even more tightly until he found her G-spot. He frantically licked and frigged her on her two most sensitive spots.

It was more than she could take after everything that had happened that day. She came within seconds, and came hard. For a moment, her pussy gushed at Brenda-esque levels. She thundered through the intensely powerful climax, her entire body vibrating as if she was a large bell that he'd just struck. She was so overcome that she actually lost control of her body and fell hard onto the floor before he could react and brace her fall. Luckily, she wasn't hurt.

She just lay where she fell, panting, completely oblivious to the temporary pain while the pleasure centers of her brain flooded everything else from her awareness. When she finally recovered something of herself, she looked up at him, as if for the first time, and saw him standing naked above her with his massive erection towering over her head.

"Young man," she said with a wry smile, "what do you have there? Is that a monstrously huge erection poking me in the face or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled at that, and he did too. Then she said, "But seriously, it looks like you've seen to my needs and I've forgotten all about yours. What should we do about that?"

He replied, "Eh, it's not that big a deal. I've kind of gotten used to waiting and holding back. I kind of like just staying hard like this, because once I cum it's such a downer afterwards."

"But you rebound so quickly."

"Most of the time. Not all the time. I want to make the most of this one, just in case my next climax wipes me out for good long before lunch is over. Let's do a role-play. We haven't done one of those in days."

"We've done far too little in days, my favorite young man." Suddenly, a strange look came over her face. "I've had a certain role-play in mind for a couple of days now. I'd like to surprise you with it."

"Surprise away."

"Okay. You'll have to turn around and close your eyes. But first, can you... Am I allowed to take it out? You know, the big one?" They both knew that she was referring to the larger of the two Televibes.

He considered her request, and then answered, "No. Not yet. When I'm ready to enter you, only then. Your holes must be filled constantly today. No exceptions."

"You're so mean," she pouted, but she did as he said and kept it in. "My holes are killing me, you know. This fuck is going to be an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain. But first hide yourself. I'm going to go get the costume."

So Alan closed his eyes and turned his back.

Glory wasn't very long. She wasn't wearing anything to change out of, and what she took out of her supply closet was easy to slip on. She wasn't sure about the idea behind this role-play, and the Televibe was distracting her so much that she considered doing something else. But it was something she'd thought out and arranged the night before, so she decided she might as well go through with it.

"Ready yet?" he asked with some anxiousness. He was really looking forward to more role-playing with her. Just going a couple of days without their games seemed far too long.

"Almost. You'll have to visualize the setting, as I don't have many props. Okay. I'm starting now." Her voice changed subtly and she nearly yelled, "Son, is that you? I'm over in the kitchen, doing the dishes!" It was as if she was shouting from across a house.

Alan opened his eyes. He noticed the room was much darker now - she'd obviously closed the curtains. He saw Glory standing with her back to him. She was up against the chalkboard, but her hands were moving as if she were washing dishes. She wore nothing but an apron. He could see all of her back and ass, and most of one of her tits in profile. Despite the sexy sight, he felt a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He was overwhelmed by fear and horror as he realized what she was doing. She's role-playing a mother. A mother! She hates incest! There's no way this is a normal role-play - this is a test! She must have suspicions about me and this is how she's going to find out! I can't let her. I can't let her see my face, or I'll give it away!

"Well?" she asked impatiently. Something in her voice also disturbed him.

He quickly closed the distance to her, figuring that if he was right behind her, she couldn't turn to see him. He put his hands on her ass cheeks and aggressively caressed them. He got down on his knees and nearly buried his face in her ass crack as well, so she couldn't see his expression. But then he decided that wasn't necessary and just kept his face an inch or so above her ass cheeks. He trusted in his steady hands and steady voice, but he knew his face must be burning with a heavy blush. Given her attitude on incest, he feared it would be all over if she got even one look at him.

"I absolutely love your ass in this apron, Glory, but what's with this 'son' stuff? Obviously you can't be pretending to be a mother because I know how much you hate the whole incest idea. You must be a maid. That's sexy. Did you know I used to have a maid who called me 'son' when I was little?" In fact he didn't, but he hoped she'd buy it.

She asked, again in a voice that didn't seem playful, "So you don't even like the idea of incest in a fantasy? Can't one fantasize about anything? It's not like it's real life." She thought about turning to gauge his reaction, but she was afraid to see. Not only was she fearful that she might not like his response, but she was anxious to get fucked and didn't want anything to ruin it. Xania's advice to Alan to keep Glory so stuffed that she couldn't suspect anything was paying dividends even now during this challenge she was giving him.

"What was that? I'm sorry, but I'm having a hard time concentrating. The fact is, now that the initial burst after class is over, I've got something on my mind that's bothering me so much that not even this magnificent ass can distract me. Glory, I've got some really bad news."

She finally tried to turn and look at him.

However, he buried his face in her ass crack so she couldn't see his redness. "No, let me give you pleasure to balance out your pain." He licked right at her anus. His tongue pushed at her asshole while the egg-shaped vibrator kept right on lightly buzzing away deeper inside her.

She couldn't help but moan with pleasure from what he was doing to her, but inside she was torn. Now it was her turn to get a horrible sinking feeling. I knew it! He's sleeping with his mother! Probably her AND his sister! I've seen them both and they're both so remarkably attractive, and he's so virile and handsome and confident. And with his treatment, it was inevitable. But he's gone too far. Too far! His own family? I can't bear it. I can't even imagine how I can look him in the eye ever again! It's too...

Her thoughts were interrupted by his words. "It's Heather. You know, Heather Morgan, the head cheerleader I've been sleeping with?"

"Heather? Yes? She's in one of my classes. What about her?" She was puzzled. Am I wrong about my suspicions? Please tell me I'm wrong, Alan! His bad news is about Heather? Her quick mind flashed to the strange confrontation she'd had with Heather two days before.

"Yes. Her. I found out just an hour before class that she's been spreading rumors about you all over school. Horrible rumors. It pains me to say this, but she's been telling people that I've gotten you pregnant. She says you're either going to have to quit teaching or have an abortion." He slid up her body so he could hug her from behind. His stiff penis naturally settled into the crack of her ass as though it belonged there, causing her to sigh and lean back against him. This new position cleverly gave him more time to wait for his blush to fade.

She remained in his arms for some time while she absorbed this, but then she suddenly squirmed out of his grasp and stomped across the room. She stared out the window for a few moments.

Alan could see that her hands were tightened into fists and her whole body was tensed up, as if she was about to explode.

She dramatically turned back around and strode right up to him. With a voice filled with menace and tension, she said in low, quiet tones, "Why? Tell me why she said this."

He could look her in the eyes now, and did. He hoped that either his blush had faded or she was so preoccupied that she wouldn't notice. "There's more. She also claims that your boyfriend beats you and passes you around to all his friends. She wants to destroy your reputation."

Glory spun on her heels and strode back to the window. She raised her arms as if she was going to punch something, but then in an act of great self-control, she slowly lowered them again. "Is that all she says? The joke's on her! I don't even have a fucking boyfriend anymore!"

"What?" Alan was confused. He knew Glory had been drifting apart from her long-term boyfriend Garth for several weeks now, but he thought they were still together. "But I thought that you... You and he..."

She twirled back in his direction. "Fuck! I was going to tell you at a special time, but now Heather's fucked that up too. That bitch! I'll fucking kill her! I'm so sorry to tell you like this, but it's true. He and I broke up over the weekend. That's one reason why I was so needy for you. How could I stay with him another day after the way you make me feel? But Heather! Arrrggh!" She went storming off across the room again.

She was filled with righteous anger, but didn't know how to let go of it. She'd been raised with manners and believed a woman just didn't hit things or throw things or get destructive. She pumped her fists in the air and cried again, "Arrrggh!"

She came storming back up to Alan and looked him right in his face. "She knows about us. I figured that out two days ago. She came up to me and tried to play some kind of mind game. You and I really should have talked. She's trying to separate you from me, isn't she?"

"That's what I figure. The rumors started today. Apparently she's started rumors against Amy today as well. I ran into Heather an hour ago and told her, in so many words, to stop the rumors. But once they're out there they can never be completely stopped." He didn't have to mention that Amy was his official girlfriend because Glory knew that all too well. It was a sore subject with her.

Glory pulled away and stormed across the room again. "What the fuck? I don't mind the rumors that much; I can handle myself against some baseless rumors. What bothers me is what this means. This means WAR! If Heather wants to tangle, I'm gonna tangle! That FUCKING BITCH SLUT doesn't know who she's messing with!"

Alan crossed the room and caught up with Glory as she paced back and forth. He gripped her in a bear hug and said, "It's all right. Let it out. Hit me on the back if it'll help."

Her voice said, "I can't do that," but her hands began hitting his back before those words had finished leaving her mouth. She rained punches on his back the same way a petulant baby pounds its fists. Her blows were surprisingly hard, and for a reason. Subconsciously she wasn't just mad at Heather, she was mad at herself for putting herself in the position where she could lose her job and her reputation due to a bitchy cheerleader, thanks to her involvement in what she figured was a doomed relationship anyway. All of her worries and fears about her relationship with Alan came flooding out in her anger and her punches.

But then Alan kissed her roughly on the mouth and took her breath away. She found herself so overwhelmed with the kiss that she stopped her futile blows and found herself squeezing him with all her might as she kissed him back as if it was the last kiss she'd ever have the chance to make.

They kissed and hugged for several minutes until her surge of energy passed. She pulled back, gentle and soft with her words, yet still with an underlying angry edge, "She thinks she can take you away from me, does she? Well, she's wrong. Nothing can separate us. Nothing! Certainly not that fuckwad dipshit evil bimbo and her stupid tricks!" Mere minutes earlier she'd been on the verge of breaking up with Alan over her incest suspicions, but now that was the last thing on her mind.

"What should we do, Glory? Let's figure something out. I'm sure that between you and me, we can..."

"Ah, fuck it! I'm in no mood to think. I'm so pissed. Not only that, but I'm so incredibly horny! That was the greatest kiss ever. It makes me so uncontrollably hot and bothered to know that you know just what to do with me. You knew when to let me rage and when to hold me. I really shouldn't let my pussy do my thinking for me, but you make me feel," she paused for a deep breath, "so fucking good." The only word in that statement she whispered was "fucking." She said it as if it was the dirtiest word she'd ever uttered. "And I still haven't taken care of you. Let me give you the best deep throat ever."

CHAPTER 9

Alan kept hugging Glory and said, "I've got another idea. I really want to do a role-play, but that one you had with the apron is so overdone. I have a really strange suggestion. Why don't you pretend to be Heather?"

"What? That's odd. Why don't you be Heather and then I'll kick your ass!" Glory's eyes flashed dangerously.

Alan laughed. "No thanks. You already beat me pretty good. Let's try it the other way around. For starters, take that apron off."

She replied, hesitantly, "All right. You always seem to know what to do, so I'll trust you." She stepped back from Alan, dropped the apron, and then stood there.

She remained standing, unsure of what to do next. Finally she said, "Now I'm Heather. Now what?"

"Well, if you're Heather, what would you say?"

Glory thought about this for a few moments. Glory had a high, dainty, and refined voice, whereas Heather's was coarse and casual, with a tinge of Valley Girl-speak to it. Both had been raised in upper middle class homes but Glory had been raised very properly, whereas Heather had been left to run wild. Glory was good at voices and knew Heather's from teaching her, so she launched into an excellent mock-Heather accent.

"Hi, my name is Heather, and I'm a complete BITCH!" She smiled, and then laughed.

Alan smiled too, and asked, "Didn't that feel good?"

"You shut up, you! I'm Heather, and nobody talks back to me! I'm a fucking bitch and I OWN this school. I'm a stuck up cunt and I don't talk to just anyone, so get out of my face!" Glory turned her head and tossed her hair back flippantly, dismissing him from her presence with a final disdainful glance in his direction. She was really enjoying this.

Alan started to say, "Heather..."

However, Glory interrupted him. "Did you hear me? I said that I'm Heather. Do I need to say any more? Don't you realize that you're talking to the most beautiful girl in the whole school?"

Alan laughed. "I thought she said that just to me. Does she tell everyone that?"

Glory smiled and said in her normal voice, "I don't know if she says it in those particular words, but she implies it with every sentence." Then she switched back to her Heather voice. "Because after all, I'm Heather. Don't you love me? Everybody loves me. If you don't love me I'll crush you like a bug. I'll bet you want to fuck me but you can't. Even though I'm such a slut, I'm not going to sleep with YOU." She looked at Alan disdainfully and then turned away again with contempt.

He asked, "Feeling better, Glory?"

Back in her normal voice, she replied, "Much! This is so much fun. I know I shouldn't mock one of my own students, but it feels so good. Watch me walk. This is how she walks." She strode across the room, swishing and swaying her hips as dramatically as she could. "She walks everywhere like she's a model walking down a catwalk. It's like she's saying, 'Look at my ass. Don't you want my ass?'"

Alan nodded to himself because it was true. She really walked like that. He also thought, Remind me never to mess with Glory. She gets totally psycho when she's angry. I feel sorry for Heather. Actually Heather can give as good as she gets. I feel sorry for the school building 'cos it's gonna be rubble by the time these two are done with each other.

Glory seemed content to pace all around the room, Heather-style, and in so doing made another pleasant discovery. Walking quickly, and swinging her hips dramatically the way Heather did, she became acutely aware of the two vibrators inside of her, and how they shifted and ground against each other with each new stride. It was as if she was being deliciously fucked as she walked around. The quicker and more exaggerated she walked, the better the feeling, especially from the anal vibrator.

Glory would have liked to experiment more with strutting around, but Alan was impatient. He wanted more fucking. He walked up to her and said, "Okay, Heather. Now imagine I'm a nerd."

She reluctantly came to a halt. "Ugh! A nerd? Excuse me while I barf!" Her Heather voice was still a near perfect mockery. She also mimicked Heather's facial expressions well, making a convincing gagging expression when she said the word "nerd."

Alan pressed himself closer, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Now keep in mind that not only am I a nerd, but I'm a smart nerd who's slipped you a powerful aphrodisiac."

"Get your hands off me, you lowly nerd! I'm Heather. How dare you!" She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but wasn't too successful at it.

Alan aggressively cupped a tit with one hand and her crotch with the other.

She trapped the hand touching her pussy by squeezing it with her thighs. "Just a minute, nerd! What do you think you're doing?"

"The name is Alan." He continued to grope her boob with his free hand.

"Yeah, whatever. Like I care. I'm the one and only Heather. If you don't let go I'm going to scream."

"Go ahead. There's no one here. You're helpless to stop me. You ever see 'The Revenge of the Nerds'? This is it!"

"No way. Oh! Oh God, that feels so good." Alan's trapped hand was still able to finger her slit a bit, and now she parted her thighs to make it easier for him. "Stop that RIGHT NOW or I'll, I'll... I'll get too horny!"

Alan laughed at that "threat." Then he said menacingly, "That's right, bitch! You're all mine now."

"No! Not a nerd!" She reached out and grasped his penis with both hands. "I suppose you're going to want me to jack off this big, nerdy penis. And I'll love it because I'm such a bitchy slut. ... Oh! Why did I say that?"

"Because I also gave you some truth serum. We nerds are great scientists."

"Dammit! Don't you know I'm the great Heather? Everyone has to look at ME! Me, me, me, me, me!" She frantically jacked him off as she said this. Her tongue flickered out and licked the tip of his penis whenever it came within range.

Alan dropped his role for a second to whisper, "Glory, you're so good at doing Heather it's scary!"

"It's easy to do her." She thought for a second and joked, "But you probably already know that, in more ways than one!"

That got a good laugh from both of them, even though it was bittersweet humor for Glory.

She continued, "Just combine bitch and slut. Actually, make that a blackmailing bitch who spreads lies and innuendo. Fuck ME!" The emphasis was on the egotistical "me."

"I think I will! Suck on it, Heather. You know you want to."

She leaned her head forward to suck even as her hands kept pumping, but then Alan changed his mind. He said, "Turn around. You're such a bitch that I think you need it up the ass."

Glory stood up and spoke in her normal voice, momentarily dropping her Heather imitation. "Wait a minute, Alan. Time out. My role-play enthusiasm will only go so far. Even though I'd love to see Heather get it up the ass, you'll actually be fucking me, not her, and I don't do that anal stuff. Not even for you. I'm sorry. Stick a baseball bat up that hussy's ass but please leave mine alone." Even the pleasant feelings the anal vibrator was causing her weren't enough to overcome her deep-seated resistance to the idea of anal sex.

Alan was surprised at the vehemence of her opposition to the idea, though in part she was just feeling extremely passionate about everything in her anti-Heather anger. He was surprised the topic of anal sex had never come up with her before. He could have pointed out the irony of her words, given that she had an anal vibrator buzzing away in her at that very moment, but he let it slide. He figured she didn't need more aggravation, and clearly she imagined a large difference between plastic toys and real penises.

"Okay, if that's what you want, Glory." He then switched personas and spoke to "Heather" again. "Okay, bitch, spread your legs because I'm going to fuck you in your bank."

"My bank?" She reached in and pulled the vaginal vibrator out, because she knew what was coming next, even if she didn't understand his reference.

"Yes. Hundreds pull up to your drive-thru every day. They cum and leave a deposit. Except from now on you're going to be the cunt for all us nerds."

"No. No! ... YES!" She grabbed Alan and pulled him down onto her, over his class desk. He rolled over so she could be on top. Then she held his penis and pushed it in. "I'm such an evil slut that I can't help myself! Fuck me, whoever you said your name was!"

"The name's Alan, you stupid cow, but it doesn't matter because you're gonna see nothing but an endless blur of cocks in your cunt from now on." He accentuated the point by driving his penis into her.

"Okay! Sounds delish. I'm a horny slut who just can't get enough!" As if they were having a second conversation, she punctuated that statement by thrusting back at him with her hips.

Glory greatly enjoyed the extra, unusual sensations created by the anal vibrator. She made a decision that while she wasn't in favor of anal sex per se, anal vibrators definitely got a big thumbs up.

They fucked hard and fast for a while. Alan liked to take her anal dildo out and push it back in. Glory had a very hard time not screaming at the top of her lungs, especially when he did that.

They eventually came to rest, when Alan needed to catch his usual second wind.

Alan thought while struggling for air, Man, I'm never going to see my desk in the same way again! What a trip, to have my teacher's tits slamming into the same spot where I'm usually writing out answers to her history tests!

A minute or two later, he asked her, "Did you choose this desk on purpose?"

"You know I did. Whenever I see you sitting in class, it's about all I can do not to walk right here and say, 'Class, for the rest of the period I'm going to give you a surprise quiz. Explain how the Renaissance got started. Everyone that is, except for Alan Plummer. He has a special extra credit project. He's gonna fuck his teacher's pussy raw! Don't mind my screams, just do your work.'"

They laughed, and then Alan said, "Aww, shucks. But I have so much to say about the start of the Renaissance. And extra credit sounds to me like extra work."

They laughed some more.

Alan thought, Man, I'm on top of the world. Fucking my teach in the nude right after class is over, and on my desk no less, is such a natural high! And with any luck I'll be doing this until the end of the year. At least! Heh-heh!

As they were about to resume, Glory said in her normal voice, "Now I want you to show me how much you love me."

Alan began fucking her as she'd requested. The emotional mood switched gears accordingly and they were all gentle caresses and blowing into ears, whereas Alan had been madly slapping his balls against her thighs mere minutes earlier. But there still was the steady and long stroking and grinding that they both craved so much.

Strangely, Glory asked out of nowhere, "Young man, you wouldn't do ..." She stopped her hip thrusts for a moment while she searched for the right words, "anything to disappoint me, would you?"

He immediately knew what she was indirectly getting at, even if she didn't know that he knew. The incest idea was back on her mind but she was afraid to bring it up. The question was so vague that he could take it any way he wanted. He answered, "Glory, I used to be a complete goody-goody, but now I'm a bit of a bad kid. But I think that's one reason you love me, isn't it?"

She pondered that, and failed to answer. Instead, she said, "Just fuck me. Fuck me good." He was relieved she'd dropped her probing, but he knew it was only a temporary respite. She had her suspicions, and once she had suspicions about something, she was relentless until she found out what she wanted to know.

He kept going until they were out of time. He finally let go and released a torrential flood of cum into her when he saw what time the clock showed. They had to clean up quickly.

He asked as he pulled his shorts back on, "So, what are we going to do about Heather? I take it you cooled down some?"

She frantically changed clothes as well. "Thanks to you. You really helped me blow off some steam. Yeah. I've cooled down. You know that's not the real me, but I feel like I can just let myself go and act out my normally suppressed feelings because you and I are so close. I'll refrain from doing anything overt for the moment, but she'll still regret crossing me. What do you see in her, anyway? Can the sex really be that good?"

"Well, it's different. I can blow off steam just like you did and really get crazy with her. Anything goes."

She suggested, "I can be like that. We can do like we did today. I can be your substitute Heather. Then you can be completely rid of her poison and whatever hold she has on you."

"Yeah, but it's not the same. You don't deserve the kind of treatment she does and you can only pretend to be her so many times. I guess I do kind of need her, in a way. Maybe I'm weak about that. I'm trying to pull away from her, I really am, but it isn't easy. Plus, how can you say anything goes when you won't let me fuck you in the ass? I know it seems weird, but that's the key to my relationship with her. I feel like I'm taming her inner bitch through fucking her ass, and maybe even helping her somehow by humbling her through doing that."

"Ha. Good luck! You're gonna need it. I think your penis will fall off long before you defeat her bitchiness. I mean, what kind of person spreads lies like that? So what if you and I are together? That's none of her business."

He gave Glory a quick kiss on the lips. "Look at the time. Gotta run. I'm gonna see her after school and try to figure her out. Then we can talk. We need a strategy."

She stopped him before he left her reach, pulling him back to her and putting her hands on his chest. "Come straight back here after you finish with her. Please? I really want to hear what happens. Plus, we can't forget this."

She was fully dressed now, but she didn't have any panties on (they were a soaked, rolled up ball of sodden fabric stuffed deep into her supply closet in the corner of the classroom). She lifted up a leg so he could clearly see her pussy lips. "Aren't you forgetting something, young man?"

Alan had forgotten all about their vibrator games, but he pretended otherwise. "Where did they get to?"

They both looked around and found her vaginal vibrator on the floor, still humming away. It had been thrown aside at the height of passion so he could enter her.

She hadn't taken the anal vibrator out just yet, and was still beguiled by how much better it made their fucking feel.

He commented, "Just imagine what would happen if we forgot to pick that up and your next class saw it there."

"Don't remind me!" She shuddered, momentarily sobered by the thought. But then she added eagerly, "Just stuff me up!" She thought to herself, What am I doing? Talk about letting passion take control of me. If Heather doesn't cause me to lose my job, I'm going to lose it another way, at the rate things are going. I really should stop. I need to put an end to this. Right now!

But her introspection and reluctance ended as soon as her eyes fell on what Alan was doing with the vibrator. He cleaned it off with a rag, but he didn't clean it off with just any rag; he made a point to go to her supply closet and dig out her panties. Then he ostentatiously wiped it with the soaking panties, covering it with even more of her pussy juices and leaving it wetter than before. It wasted precious time, but he thought it was worth it for dramatic effect. He gave her panties a big whiff as if smelling a fine bouquet of flowers, and then stuffed them in his pocket. "You won't be needing these anymore. Why do history teachers even need panties to teach? Don't even bother wearing any tomorrow. Don't bother with a bra, either."

Glory trembled with excitement at his assertion of control over her underwear. She practically danced from foot to foot in anticipation of getting stuffed again soon. She was like putty in his hands now, and cooed sexily, "You'll have to come back and give me another inspection or I might just be a bad girl and leave my holes all empty and lonely while you're gone. I'll be waiting for you when you're done with Heather."

She thought, I can't believe I actually said that. I'd patiently wait for my turn while he's doing Heather?! I must be soft in the head. I should have stuck with Garth. But Alan makes me feel so alive!

He pretended indifference. "Whatever you say, ma'am. Oh, and you're going to keep my cum in you while you teach, aren't you? If large gobs of my seed drip down your legs and splat onto the floor while you teach your next class, just tell your students, 'Oh, don't mind that. My fourth period student Alan Plummer usually keeps my pussy pumped so full of his hot cum that I've gotten quite used to it sloshing around inside me all day long.'" He quickly changed the vaginal vibrator's batteries while he talked.

Glory's eyes went wide and her chest heaved. She thought, Damn him! Now that's all I'm going to be thinking about. His cum rolling down my legs past the hem of my skirt! That and the Televibe churning his cum all around inside of me. He's turned me into a total nymphomaniac! As if I could EVER go back to Garth. Now that my panties are gone, I'm going to have to be careful about how I stand or I might really drop my Televibe in front of the whole class! I can't believe Alan would allow that risk! What a crazy, lovable lunk.

He grinned knowingly at her, then turned serious. He reached up with one hand and tenderly brushed her cheek with a loving caress. "By the way, I'm touched that you broke up with your boyfriend for me." He glanced at the clock again. "Let's talk about it later. Gotta go." He gave her another peck on the cheek, then pulled out his Televibe controller and winked. He hurried out of the classroom just in the nick of time.

Glory sat and thought while her fifth period students filed in. What's wrong with me? Why did I break up with my boyfriend when I'm so uncertain about Alan? I mean, he has no morals and he's just getting worse. He used to be such a good kid, but he's becoming more of a "bad kid" every day, as he put it. For one thing, he fucks anyone and everyone he wants. I don't even want to think about just who might be in that growing crowd. He loves lesbian threesomes. Probably orgies too. He fucks girls up the ass, girls like Heather that he doesn't even particularly like or care about! I want a nice Mr. Right that I can settle down with. I'm the monogamous type.

But even though he loves me, I'm still just one of many loves for him. He's "touched" I'll only sleep with him and only have eyes for him while he sleeps with half the female population? Big whoop! So hypocritical. I'm so stupid. My boyfriend Garth might have been a bit boring, too boring, but he was handsome, safe, and dependable. If only there was some way I could combine the best qualities of both of them. In my heart of hearts I'm dreaming I can take Alan away all for my own, but there's just no way. He won't even give up Heather, even after she stabs him AND me in the back with her tricks. Bitch! ... Alan's a runaway train and I've just hopped aboard for the ride!

Just after thinking these thoughts, she felt a tremor in her pussy as the Televibe went up a notch from zero to one. It was just enough to let Glory know that Alan was still there and still planning to keep her stimulated without any let up.

She bemoaned the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties and that Alan's cum was oozing out of her pussy, but the idea of disobeying him by putting her panties back on and/or cleaning up her crotch never even crossed her mind.

She wore a devilishly happy smile as she stared out over her classroom, while inside she happily thought very naughty thoughts about what Alan might do to her next and what she wanted him to do to her.

CHAPTER 10

Susan, Suzanne, and Xania were relaxing on lawn chairs beside the pool. There had been hardly any swimming in the pool in recent weeks, but Susan and Suzanne got a lot of use out of the lawn chairs. All three of them were proudly naked from head to toe.

Xania had a strange feeling of déjà vu when she returned to the pool, the site of where she had sex with Alan earlier in the morning. She asked a bit naïvely, "So can anyone actually see you from here?"

Suzanne answered, "One can see through the trees from my house, if you go to Amy's room. But that's the only room. There is the odd chance that Brad or Eric could go to Amy's window and see what's happening over here, but luckily they're rarely home. If they were and one of them somehow saw, at worst they'd think I'm having an affair with Susan. That wouldn't be the end of the world. I hardly ever do anything out here with Alan though, and if I do I make doubly sure that no one's in my home."

Xania felt better knowing that. Nonetheless, she would periodically look up from whatever she was doing and recall with a start that in fact she was outside where strangers could potentially look in. She was surprised and a bit concerned that Susan and Suzanne seemed to pay no mind at all to this fact. From their point of view, the two of them had spent every morning for weeks lounging about naked in Susan's backyard without the slightest hint that anyone had seen them. But Xania didn't have this long-term perspective.

The three women leisurely indulged one another, lovingly applying suntan lotion and taking full advantage of the numerous dildos at hand. At one point, Xania wore a strap-on with Suzanne. The erotic buzz went on and on, effortlessly.

Every now and then, one of them would actually put some suntan lotion on, since all three of them were fair skinned and there was a very real danger of sunburn. But the vast majority of lotion application for all of them naturally focused on the pelvic and upper chest regions.

When they finished their fun, they just laid back and relaxed.

Xania even drifted into a short nap.

However, when Xania woke up, she wanted to seriously talk. She took a quick dip in the pool to revive herself, and then sat up in her lawn chair.

Looking intently at Susan, she began, "My work as your sex therapist today is not done. First off, I have a prescription to condition your anus and rectum for increasingly frequent penetration by Alan and, I assume eventually, a variety of strap-ons by everyone else. This isn't a prescription for pills, but for a workout routine. I want you to do the anal exercises I showed you earlier as a regular daily regimen. Keep your anal dildo fully inserted at least a couple hours a day, more if you can stand it, until you develop the necessary natural aptitude to easily and automatically accept penetration back there."

"Oh goodness," Susan said with mild alarm while fondling her own ass cheeks. "So you're saying I should keep my ass in top shape so Tiger can plunge his stiff staff into it any time he likes, day or night?"

"Yes," Xania replied with a grin. She was amused at how Susan's face went from alarm to aroused in mere seconds.

"Oh my!" Susan's hands were squeezing her own big breasts now. It seemed like she had no control over where they went.

Xania continued, "Then do the 'rectal crunches' I showed you to build up your muscle tone and grip strength back there. Both thins will contribute greatly to both your own pleasure and his. Once Alan experiences the results of your anal exercises, he's going to be plunging his penis deeply into you at every possible opportunity. That in turn will make your ass stronger and even more irresistably fuckable, and you'll create be a positive feedback loop."

"Oh God!" Susan muttered with growing arousal.

Xania, also getting excited, sat up in her lawn chair, purposely letting her big E-cups bounce and sway. "Before you know it, you'll have the most fuckable ass on Earth. You'll be able to squeeze his penis with your ass muscles so expertly that he'll practically want to LIVE in there!"

Susan gushed (in more ways than one), "Then I'll be my Tiger's favorite butt slut, just like in my dreams!" She squished and squirmed happily at the thought, writhing about so much that it looked like there was an invisible lover on top of her, drilling her.

"Indeed you will," Xania responded, now trying to contain her own excitement so she wouldn't get completely carried away. She was happy that she could help Susan fulfill her fantasies. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, even though they were outside. It was like they were all inside a colossal pussy - the wet and musky smell was inescapable.

Suzanne, however, wasn't as happy as they were. She thought as she lay on her lawn chair, looking the epitome of cool and sexy behind dark sunglasses, Curses! This sucks. I mean, I'm all for help and help alike, and I do want to turn over a new leaf with my scheming, but dammit, I want to be Alan's favorite butt slut! Alan's penis should live in MY ass. Well, I'm not going to do anything to hinder Susan anymore. That was a mistake I'll never repeat. She's my best friend.

But there's no harm in me following all of Xania's advice too. In fact, I'll do double the exercises Susan does! By the time I'm through I'll be able to bend steel bars with my butt muscles. Heh-heh! I'll get my butt to look even better than my daughter's delicious tush. Naturally, he'll repeatedly bend us over and fuck us all, but with my sexual skills and dedication he's gonna end up picking me the most! This isn't plotting against Susan, I'm just engaging in a little friendly and completely fair competition, heh-heh-heh.

Oblivious to Suzanne's jealousies and issues, Xania continued saying to Susan, "You'll also need to pay closer attention to your lubrication than you have been. I like your enthusiasm in lubing yourself up each morning-"

"Thank you," Susan cut in. "It's no bother at all lubing up my butt, and I do some anal flexing too. I get to thinking of Tiger bending me over, grabbing my ass cheeks roughly-"

Xania interrupted, knowing that Susan was likely to get sidetracked describing another fantasy. "But if what you did today is any indication, you haven't been using quite enough lube, especially on the inside. Remember that your ass has no natural lubrication of its own. None. I'm also glad to announce that Suzanne told me she's all too happy to help you along with your anal education, not to mention your lactation needs as you get your tits fully prepared for your son."

Suzanne indeed was very willing to help, but she expected similar help in return from Susan once Xania was gone. She said, "Susan, let's see you take your small anal dildo and work on loosening things up so you can take something bigger. Something like... oh gee... I dunnooo..."

Susan leaped at the verbal lure Suzanne deliberately left dangling. "Like, my son's cock!"

Xania whispered, "Sssshhh! You don't have to shout it to the whole neighborhood."

"Oops. Sorry. It's just that sometimes I get so excited!"

"Oh, really?" an amused Suzanne said with deliberate understatement.

Susan got into position on all fours and "practiced" her anal exercises and dildo insertions for them again.

Suzanne and Xania just sat back and watched her, occasionally offering words of encouragement. Supposedly they were watching to make sure she was doing them right, but in fact they were more intent on watching because it was so arousing to see this formerly prudish and devoutly Christian mother joyfully fuck her own ass with such lustful abandon. Their fingers lazily rubbed their own pussy lips, creating a light erotic buzz. But both of them were too tired for more at the moment.

As Susan pumped her exercise toys in and out of her ass, she once again revisited her fantasies. Her imaginings returned to her favorite old idea of being bent over at a ninety degree angle and having Alan shove his meaty penis right up her ass.

Suzanne was enjoying the show that Susan was putting on, and knew what Susan was thinking. Susan was predictable, but in an endearing way.

Xania, however, had to ask: "Susan, what are you thinking that's making you so happy?"

Susan gave a fond sigh. "Well, there are so many things, so many fantasies. For instance, I have this recurring daydream that my Tiger comes home from school and finds me working naked in the kitchen, with my butt bent over at a perfect right angle, lubed up and ready to be fucked."

She picked up the pace of her anal self-masturbation a little. "Without saying a word he just drops his shorts and pushes his big, manly, MASSIVE penis into my eager and horny little butt. He doesn't need to say anything because he does it so many times a day that there's no need for words. It's so big! It would be like trying to fit the end of a baseball bat in me back there. A fleshy, throbbing, hot and juicy... baseball cock. I mean, bat. ... Oh God!"

She forced herself to calm down a bit, gradually slowing her thrusts until she was using the same long, slow, luxurious strokes that Alan had pumped her with the day before. She sighed and arched her back, working her anus and rectum around "her Tiger" the way she had learned, and was now learning to crave. She mumbled, "Mmmm, how was your day, dear?"

"Very good Susan, just like that." Xania murmured, hypnotically. She was really getting into the lewd display. "Keep going, just like that. That's a good mommy. Good mommies get their asses fucked so very much, every single day."

Susan cooed and purred at that idea, while Suzanne snickered at how easy it was to get a reaction from her best friend.

Xania asked again, "Any other visualizations along those lines that come to mind?"

"Well, I have this weird idea that I could never ever sit down, or even lie down. Any time my ass touches something, Alan's penis magically appears right between my cheeks and slides far into the depths of my open ass. There's no way to stop it! If I move over a few inches, his penis is somehow there instead. I'm not talking about Alan being there. In fact, he might be watching me the whole time. I'm not talking about a dildo, either. I'm talking about his real penis, but detached, somehow always ready to appear wherever it's needed. I have to do my housework, and if I get at all tired and have to sit, there's his penis, filling my ass! Maybe I lean against the refrigerator door for a minute, just to catch my breath after vacuuming."

She went on, "But his penis is there as soon as my ass hits the door! It's always in the exact perfect spot, trying to get in my asshole. There's no escape! I try to work, really I do, but I get so tired, and I can't stay on my feet forever. Finally I give up and sit down in a chair, but of course I can't sit without being completely anally penetrated! His rock hard erection appears right in the middle of the seat and impales me! I bounce up and down for joy and grasp hold of the armrests as I reach a climax. But the armrests have turned into penises too! Of course I start jacking them off, because that's what good mommies do."

Suzanne mumbled, "Yes. Good mommies do!" She was surprised to find herself saying that with all sincerity. In fact, she was just as busy frigging herself as Susan was now, though she tried to do it surreptitiously. She was supposed to be the one in control, but lately much of the time that was just a front. She didn't want Susan or Xania to know that she was nearly as horny as Susan, for just as many hours of the day.

Susan continued, "I open my mouth in great surprise, and another copy of Alan's penis fills the open hole! He takes me everywhere, all the time! I have no choice! I have to submit completely! Utterly! His penis is everywhere! Every hole, every crack! Take me, Tiger! Ram that tree trunk of yours up my ass crack! You know just where! God! Unh! MMMM! UH!"

Susan had mentally pushed herself over the edge with her fantasy. Her hands flew about frantically and it was just a matter of moments before she would succeed in pushing herself through a particularly massive orgasm.

CHAPTER 11

But then Xania said calmly, "Nice visualization exercise, but please, hold it right there."

It seemed Susan didn't hear or didn't want to hear. Her eyes were closed and she was happy somewhere off in Alan Land.

So Xania repeated more forcefully, "Hold it right there!"

Susan's hands reluctantly came to a halt. "Hold it? What are you talking about? How am I supposed to stop?!" She sensed that with just a few more seconds of clitoral stimulation she could cum, but it would be rude to do so now after being told not to.

"That's good," Xania said benignly, as if it was no problem at all for Susan to start or stop again, just at a word. "We need you to complete some more exercises before you can cum."

"Okay, but hurry! I'm only human," she breathed, her chest heaving. "What is it, already?" Her pale orbs were flushed and crazily crashing into each other as she gasped for air.

Suzanne could see where Xania was going with this, which was keeping Susan delightfully frustrated at the edge of climax. Keeping her voice pitched low and sexy (and keeping her fingers rubbing her own clit), she spoke quietly to Susan. "First, take your toys out of your holes."

"Why?" Susan asked plaintively.

"Don't ask, just do it." Suzanne ordered, then waited until Susan reluctantly complied. "Now, without cumming or touching anywhere near your privates, I have another visualization exercise for you. Imagine that it's been a long day and you're working in the kitchen. Naturally, you're buck-naked. Your breasts are full of milk near to bursting and you really need to be drained."

Susan instantly visualized herself in the fantasy Suzanne was describing. "Ooooohhhhh," She groaned, as if her breasts really were painfully full.

Xania added, "You know how it feels walking around without a bra? It's like your breasts have a mind of their own. One of 'em wants to go one way and the other the other way. Now imagine those breasts feeling like they're twice as big, weighing twice as much, because they've full of milk! It's like you're carrying two big water balloons, but they're full of creamy milk!"

Susan gasped, "Xania! I love it! Tell me more!" Her pussy and asshole felt empty without her toys in them and she wanted to do something about that, but she couldn't touch them or her tits with her hands. So she sat up and brought her upper body up against the back of the lawn chair and tried to rub her nipples up against an edge. She figured she could try that until someone told her she couldn't. She hoped that could help relieve the imaginary pressure in her milk-heavy breasts, which felt very real to her, thanks to the vivid descriptions she was hearing.

Suzanne seemed to allow her rubbing and continued, "Alan walks into the kitchen, in the buff. He's just gotten home from school and this is the first time you've seen him and his motherfucking penis all day. What do you do? Do you sit down and watch TV?"

Susan laughed at that. "NO!"

"Do you make him a sandwich?"

"Maybe later, but no! Tiger needs to take advantage of his naked busty mommy! Tiger's had a hard day at school and needs to unload all that yummy sperm!"

"Very true," Suzanne said. "Does he first help you with your tits or your ass?"

Xania nodded to herself, Interesting little fantasy situation that Suzanne's cooked up there. I wonder how Susan will react to this scenario, especially since it may very possibly become a regular daily event for her.

Susan asked while she continued to press her tits back and forth against the back of the lawn chair, "Is he hard?" The rubbing just barely failed to push her over the edge.

Suzanne grinned. "Susan! Who are we talking about here? 'Is he hard?' Don't you know your own son? Is his penis ever not throbbingly, massively erect and ready for a good sucking or hole stuffing?"

"Oh! Yes! YES! You're right! I'm sorry."

Susan's eyes remained closed as part of the "visualization exercise." In her mind's eye she could see Alan standing in front of her with a tremendously massive erection pointing directly at her. However, she could also feel the insistent pressure in her breasts too, as if they were really sloshing about with gallons of milk. If she bent over for him to put his penis in her butt, he wouldn't be able to suck her nipples and drink her milk. But if she brought his mouth to her desperate nipples, he wouldn't be able to put his penis in her like she so obviously needed him to. Choices, choices! Mmmm! Yummy, spermy choices.

"Tiger, mommy has a little problem," Susan confessed to her imaginary son, blushing a little as she squirmed around in need. "My ass is empty and my breasts are full." She started breathing even more heavily, her chest rising and falling like mighty ocean waves in a storm. "Can you, can you sit in a chair facing me so I can just sit on your lap? That way I can sit on your prick while you suckle at my teats. Hurry! They're about to burst with milky goodness!"

Suzanne was a little surprised by Susan's resolution of the conflict. She'd wanted to see which erogenous zone was more important to Susan, her tits or her ass, but she couldn't get an answer. She whispered an idea to Xania, then sat on Susan's lawn chair between her thighs, and pulled those splayed thighs up over her own.

Suzanne scooted around until she had the dildo in her hand pointing right at Susan's asshole. Suzanne spread the orifice open ever so slightly with the tip of her plastic cock. Then she teased Susan until neither of them could take it anymore and plunged it in (she would have preferred to use a strap-on, but respected Susan's wishes not to).

Susan pulled her best friend to her straining breasts, which Suzanne happily licked and sucked while pumping away in Susan's backside from the front.

Unable to resist Susan's boobs any longer, Xania settled in behind Susan and reached around, groping, fondling and squeezing Susan's breasts. She offered them up to Suzanne for sucking.

Suzanne gladly accepted the offer, again and again, with loud slurping sounds. Just to make Susan that much happier, she paused to say, "Mmmm, this milk is delicious!"

Susan practically swooned as she imagined herself really lactating.

The three of them greatly enjoyed the "Susan sandwich," as they called it. Suzanne eventually got the climax she wanted, and then some, and so did Susan.

Xania was less of a focus in the trio at the moment. She was content simply to play with Susan's boobs as long as she could.

Once they were more or less recovered, Xania sat up and gave Susan a bit of a lecture. "It seems that your brain isn't just controlled by your tits. Your tits, cunt, and ass all vie for control over you. In fact, I find it rather amazing you can get any nonsexual thinking done at all. The way I look at it, there's a whole bunch of things turning you into an utterly divine creature of erotic pleasure."

She continued, "First of all, there's your age. At 37, you're reaching the peak of your sex drive. Since you've been so repressed all your life, your sex drive is absolutely exploding now that you've finally uncorked the bottle. Secondly, you're seriously in love. I don't know if you've ever really been in love before..."

Xania flicked her eyes briefly over at Suzanne, including her in this second point. Her glance said, This is just as true for you as it is for Susan. She'd heard that Suzanne had really loved Eric at the start of their marriage, but she guessed correctly that Suzanne's love for Alan was on a whole different level.

Susan answered, "No, not really. Not like this. I thought I was in love, but I was deluding myself. mean, I was more talked into marriage with my husband Ron than anything. People told me he was the perfect catch. But I never had the all-consuming, burning, lusty passion I have now." Her eyes glazed over as her face took on a dreamy expression.

Suzanne meanwhile was thinking about her past loves. She was different from Susan in that she had been truly in love with her husband once, but it seemed so long ago that she could barely recall it. She briefly thought about the painful events that drove her away from Eric, but her mind quickly banished that line of thought.

Xania replied to Susan, "Ah. I see. So true love is also peaking for you along with your newfound lust. So what if the man you love is your own son? That just makes it all the better, doesn't it? This love sets up a positive feedback loop between your sexual urges and your passionate love, which only sends you spiraling higher and higher. So my advice is to just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Susan smiled widely.

"Third, and this is a big one, you're rejecting all the moral values which have held you down since you were a little kid. You played by the rules and did all the right things, but your uptight, Midwestern upbringing has brought you nothing but sadness and a lack of fulfillment, hasn't it?"

Susan nodded, suddenly sad.

"You did everything you were supposed to and married the ideal man, according to what everyone said, but you were left miserable, with a loveless marriage and an empty bed. This helps explain why the naughtier the sex, the more you love it. Every time you take your son's hefty penis inside your ass or mouth, you're reaffirming your rejection of everything you previously believed in and embracing your newly awakened self. Did you ever think while doing something really crazy with Alan or Suzanne or someone else, 'If they could only see me now'?"

"Only all the time! And you're right. It's such a great feeling. Shameful, yet so invigorating! It makes me feel so alive."

"Well, there you go. Anal sex is one symbol of your transformation from an ignorant prudish waste of a perfect body into your new self, a vibrantly alive and fully sexual woman for the first time in your life! Love it! Revel in it. Rejoice! Get fucked in every hole as often as you can!"

Susan lay back, and it seemed as if every muscle in her whole body relaxed all at once, leaving her as contented as a purring kitten.

CHAPTER 12

Suzanne felt envious. She said to Xania, "You give such good advice. Damn, you're good at this! I wanna be like Susan! How can I let go and get that blissful expression on my face, the one she's wearing right now? I'm so much more uptight than her to begin with. What's wrong with me?"

Xania pointed out, "You've already talked to me about this, but I never got around to giving you my thoughts. You're having control issues. You just can't seem to let go. And you said that when you did, you're afraid of losing yourself in a submissive way to Alan."

"Yes. Yes. Exactly. Now that you've spent some time around the house, can't you see the problem? Everybody gets carried away."

"I sure can. Last night I was shouting for him to tame me with his big dick. There's a crazy vibe around this house. Maybe it has to do with the smell, or the constant sight of incredibly gorgeous, naked or scantily dressed women. I don't know. But if I were here for weeks at a time I imagine it would take all of my willpower not to give in to Alan's domination too. It just seems like the thing to do, when everyone else is doing it and feeling so happy as a result. Like you, I don't want to give in. That's not my natural way. I admire how happy Susan and Katherine are, but I'm just not the submissive type. I'd fight it."

"Exactly!" Suzanne enthused, glad to talk to someone who could relate to her situation. "I'm fighting it. But it's so hard because Alan is so incredible! I mean, I thought he was just an inexperienced kid, but the things he does to me! How can even a dominant woman like me resist his sexual power? It takes all my willpower. That's why I can't give in and enjoy myself as much as they do."

Suzanne sighed in frustration as she thought about her schemes and her secrets. She particularly thought about her greatest secret, the way she initiated the six times a day ruse, and also recalled how she nearly gave that secret away earlier in the morning. Even thinking about these things caused her to tense up.

Xania however, remained undeterred. "That's where you're wrong. Letting go is not the same as submitting to another. I think I have greater immunity against this strange submissive vibe here, because I can tell the difference. Here. Let me teach you."

"But how?" Suzanne asked.

"First of all, you have to be as honest as you can. We all have secrets, and that's fine. But many of them are secrets of pride. Part of letting go is clearing your head of petty worries. Look at Susan. Do you think she's letting a million little things stress her out right now?"

Suzanne looked over at her best friend. Susan was lying face up in her lawn chair, naked to the world and totally blissed out. Her legs were slightly spread and her arms were akimbo. She looked like she'd just been royally fucked, even though they all had just been casually playing around.

Suzanne felt her envy rise again. She knew that Susan often looked like that, completely blissed out, even when she wasn't stuffed to the gills with dildos. "Okay. I'll admit it. It's my CUNT. I don't go on and on about it like Susan does, but my cunt controls me in the same way Susan's tits and ass control her. Okay? I mean, it's embarrassing to know that half of what I do is because my cunt demands it of me. If you only knew some of the things I've done to keep it happy...." Again, the six times a day secret came to the fore of her mind. Slashing the tires of the scoutmaster's van the week before popped into her head a moment later. But she forced those unpleasant memories away as quickly as they popped into her head.

"Hey, remember who you're talking to here!" Xania exclaimed, reaching for Suzanne's pussy. "I knew that already. Don't you remember all the fun we used to have back in college?"

However, Suzanne closed her legs to keep Xania at bay. "No! Don't touch! It's too sensitive. And I don't just mean now. Feeding it just makes it hungrier! A couple of weeks ago I tried wearing one of those internal dildos all day long, and I damn near turned into a blithering idiot. I was much better off before Alan started fucking me. That woke up my cunt and now it's taking over my life. I fear I'm losing control!"

Xania pointed out, "There's the control issue again. What's so bad about losing control?"

"I don't wanna end up worshiping Alan like he's some kind of god. I mean, I love him heart and soul, but I'm a modern woman."

Xania said patiently, "Suzanne, here's something to remember. You have great friends. I'd like to think that I can be a really good friend in your life and give you help and advice when you need it. But even if I'm out of the picture, you have your best friends here. Alan, Katherine, and Susan, and of course your daughter Amy. Trust them. Let them know what you don't want. If you go too far on something, they'll be right there for you."

She added, "It's like a team-building trust fall. Let go, and know they'll catch you. You don't have to always be the responsible one, you don't need to always mentally hold back. Look at Alan. He's as maxed out with sexual pleasure as a person can be, yet he still maintains a good grip on things. You have a strong will, Suzanne. You can do this. Let yourself go and you'll be able to experience the ultimate ecstasies together."

"But how?!" Suzanne asked with exasperation.

"Let's do a little trust exercise right now. Susan, could you help me here? Can you go get a blindfold and some earplugs?"

"Sure thing."

Suzanne and Xania watched Susan's bare ass cheeks undulating back and forth as Susan sashayed her way back to the house.

Xania whistled appreciatively. "Damn, she is one hot momma. Just watching her makes me wish I was a man so I could squirt her full in every hole. How could you look at her ass moving like that and not want to fuck it? Thank God for strap-ons."

"I know," Suzanne said proudly. "And you see how sexy she walks, with her hips swaying like that? Even just a couple of days ago she would only do that around Alan, but now I think she does it without thinking."

When Susan came back, Xania snugly attached the blindfold and ear plugs to Suzanne. Now Suzanne could neither see nor hear anything happening around her.

Then Xania and Susan toyed with Suzanne's body in the same way that Xania and Suzanne had played with Susan's body for most of the morning. They kept her on an orgasmic cloud nine.

Suzanne was amazed what a difference the loss of sight especially made. The blindfold was on tight, leaving her completely blind. Her legs and arms weren't tied up at all, so she was free to go where she wanted, but the loss of sight left her extremely dependent. She wanted and needed to trust the others. True, she'd played plenty of bondage games before, but she was almost always the dominatrix and never let herself be blindfolded even when she was not. Then, as now, she had a fear of losing control.

As time went on, Suzanne slowly let go mentally and increasingly gave in to whatever they were doing to her. But it wasn't really an issue of dominance and submission, it was an issue of realizing that she was with loved ones and there was no reason to worry.

Xania and Susan tried their best to constantly surprise her. She never knew where they'd touch her next, or what new and exciting thing they'd do to her. Both of them used strap-on dildos on her.

Susan didn't want anyone to use a strap-on dildo on her as she felt her holes belonged only to Alan, but she was wiling to use it on others. She had no great enthusiasm for the role reversal, but she did it in order to help Xania with a non-stop double assault on Suzanne's erogenous zones.

Suzanne's sense of touch was greatly heightened by the loss of sight, and soon it seemed as if any touch anywhere would induce an orgasm in her.

They mostly explored her pussy, and did so in exhaustively tender and intimate detail, since they now both knew that was Suzanne's mental and sexual weak spot. One or the other seemed to always be working on her G-spot or her clit, or both. And yet, despite all the attention, Suzanne's appetite for clitoral and vaginal stimulation seemed to only increase, rather than lessen as time went on. True to her words, Suzanne's pussy was practically insatiable once she'd started to "feed the need" within it.

There was no need for sweet talking since Suzanne couldn't hear, and so Xania and Susan fucked her in silence, only occasionally talking to each other to coordinate their movements. As Suzanne was led from one brain-melting orgasm to another, she found that she completely and utterly gave up control to her friends, and it was good. She'd managed to let go, and didn't feel submissive in the process. She was overjoyed.

The fun eventually came to an end after they were all completely orgasmed out. Suzanne's blindfold and earplugs were removed.

The first thing Suzanne did was give Xania a big kiss on the lips. She said, "You have no idea how much that meant to me! That was beyond incredible! I swear to God, this giving of sexual advice is your calling. Your true calling."

But then her face clouded over with new doubts. "The problem is what if it's with Alan instead of other women? Will I still have that submissive feeling? When he gives me mind-bending climaxes like the kind I just had, and he gives them so very often, I become incredibly needy for him. I'm ready and willing to crawl across the floor and lick his feet, just to have more sex like that." Her mind flashed back to her moment of great shame when she had crawled across the floor for him in abject desperation.

But Xania replied, "And what would be so bad about that? So you're dominant in some ways and a toe licker in others. There are really two things happening here, I think. There's letting go of one's restraints, and then there's giving up control to another. You can do one, or both; it's up to you. Many doms have their sub moments, and vice versa. Experiment. See what works for you. Just do what makes you feel good. I know you, and now I know Alan and Susan, and even Katherine. Everyone is so good, so kind, that you can't go wrong no matter what you do. Trust them. You know how good Susan and I made you feel just now because you opened yourself up fully and didn't just try to ride out the sensory depravation? Imagine how much better you would feel if you did it with Alan, the one person you love the most."

Suzanne actually cried tears of joy at hearing that. She was so overwhelmed that she felt like her heart would burst with pure happiness. "This is it! I've found my family. I've found my life. Susan, I love you! I love your children. I love Amy! Let's spend the rest of our lives together, loving each other."

Susan found herself crying too, and she hugged and kissed Suzanne for some time. Then she said, "I'm so ahead of you. That's been my thought for a long time now. As far as I'm concerned, you're family now. I just hope and pray that Alan will always want us. He keeps loving more and more people. What if he goes off to college and leaves us behind? I'll just die."

Suzanne said, "Don't worry. We won't let that happen." Inwardly she thought, I love all this mushy, lovey-dovey stuff. I just want to dive head first into it! I've never felt unconditional love before, except for the special love I have with Brad and Amy. But at the same time I've still got my scheming side. And if my Sweetie thinks he's going to skip town for any reason and leave us behind, he's got another thing coming. I have a vision of him showing up in a college dormitory and finding the four of us as his new roommates. Wouldn't that be funny? But he won't leave us. He loves us far too much to do that.

Susan nodded sagely. "However, those kinds of thoughts are too selfish of me. Tiger should do what he wants. I have to remember that he's the master, the man of the house, and we're just his lusty busty sex toys!" She shivered with excitement just at saying that. She liked the internal rhyme and made a mental note to use "lusty busty" more often.

She began pulling on her nipples as she went on, "True, we're his friends and family, but sexually we're his to do whatever he wants with us, and we shouldn't attempt to resist or force limitations on him. If he wants to run off to college and fuck nothing but nubile teenagers, he should do that. Remember my Big Tits Theory, Suzanne? God put big-titted women like us on Earth to be constantly fucked. Of course God naturally made us bisexual, too, but only a few men are worthy of having us. That's why God gave me Alan as a son, because we big-titters need a strong man to train us and keep us well-fucked and happy. We thrive in a harem. The bigger the tits, the more we need to be fucked and put in our place!"

Suzanne rolled her eyes at Susan's so-called theory. She replied, "You're just saying that because you know that he'll always come back to you."

"And you," Susan corrected, letting go of her breasts. "He'll always come back to you, too."

Suzanne just nuzzled her face into Susan's shoulder and cooed happily. Then she remembered the need to keep Susan's nipples stimulated so she'd begin to lactate, so she dropped down a little further and began contentedly suckling on a nipple.

Xania was surprised and shocked. "Susan, you don't really believe in this so-called Big Tits Theory of yours, do you?"

Susan didn't reply. She'd already fallen back into her blissed out mode.

Xania persisted, "And you Suzanne? Don't tell me you buy this crackpot theory!"

Normally, Suzanne knocked Susan for her theory, but with Xania criticizing it she fell into a defensive posture. She halted her suckling just long enough to talk. "Well, no. Not per se, not completely. I mean, it's kind of nuts. But maybe it's not totally nuts. I mean, you look around and it seems that the bigger the tits a woman has, the more they need to be fucked. Look at you with your powerful sex drive. Look at Brenda. She has the biggest tits and she's the most easily aroused of us all. And we are all bisexual to various degrees. Obviously it's not true for a lot of people, but sometimes maybe a woman has a body that's just built to be fucked. Maybe better endowed women are also endowed with more sensitivity and stronger sex drives. I know that's true for me."

Xania shook her head disapprovingly. Wow. I thought I was diagnosing them pretty well, but there's so much I don't know about them. They're WAY into this! And Suzanne. She's really surprising me by not laughing away Susan's theory outright, if one could even dignify it with the word "theory.'' Perhaps raving, lusty, wish-fulfilling fantasy is more accurate. Maybe I was at least partially wrong about this whole letting go and control issue. Perhaps Suzanne IS submitting to Alan in an unhealthy way? And I love Susan's infectious enthusiasm, but has she gone way too far with her son lust?

She glanced up at the position of the sun in the sky. Damn. I guess I'll have to find out the answers to those questions and much more next time I'm around. It looks to be past noon already. Time flies when you're having fun. Shucks.

Xania stayed a bit longer but announced she'd have to return home soon. She suckled at Susan's right nipple for about twenty minutes while Suzanne kept sucking on the left, but eventually the other two got more excited while exhaustion caught up with her. She pulled back and just watched while they went down on each other.

But once Susan and Suzanne reached a simultaneous climax and took a break from their sexual games, Xania announced that she'd decided to head home while she still had the energy.

There were hugs and kisses all around as Xania made to leave.

Dressed by the front door with the other two still naked, Xania left them with some parting advice. "There's so much more we didn't have time to talk about. But there's one issue I didn't get to talk to Alan about this morning and I don't want to completely miss it with you two, either. I'm concerned about Alan's attitude regarding sexual diseases and pregnancy. It seems that he's fucking any available female hole he wants, without thinking of the consequences. He seems to be going through a troublesome patch right now, but just think how screwed he would be if he went and made some strange girl pregnant at this point."

She raised a concerned eyebrow. "Not to mention sexually transmitted diseases. If he gets something, he's probably going to give it to all of you, and a dozen lives will be ruined. Imagine AIDS. Gonorrhea. Herpes. It's not pretty. I STRONGLY suggest that everyone in this circle of partners get tested immediately. Then you should talk to him about vigilance with contraception and limiting partners. If you're in this for the long haul, there needs to be some responsible limits."

Susan and Suzanne both agreed, and resolved to get started with the testing. They thanked Xania profusely for her knowledge and wisdom. Then, after even more hugs and kisses, they sadly watched her leave.

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